Datasets:

PocketDoc

/

Dans-Prosemaxx-Adventure

like 0

[ "Historical", "RPG", "Serious" ]

[ 385, 177, 112, 32, 8, 0, 2, 8 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nhistorical\n\nStory elements:\nHistorical, RPG, Serious\n\nSeed text:\nYou are ten years old when you first feel the weight of shackles around your wrists. In a matter of hours, your whole world is turned upside down as you and your brother are dragged away from your home in Greece to work as slaves in the Roman Empire. Now you must struggle for survival. Every decision you make will affect your future. Your life, the life of your brother and the lives of your friends are in your hands.\nBegin your journey as a child, and make heartbreaking choices that will shape the adult you will become. But be careful. An act of kindness might come back to haunt you, and a thoughtless word could earn you some powerful enemies. A split second decision will determine who lives and who dies. Will you sell your soul to win your freedom, or sacrifice everything for the people you love? Will you even live long enough to see the sun rise?\nSpecial thanks to all of my beta-testers: TinyOnion, Morgan R, Mewsly, Evan Dean Nathanael, Laha, Cookiemonsta, Jumo, Hannah Minger, Danielle L-S, eXwhYZee, Umbreonpanda, M.S.X.K. Laird, Likho and N1GHTMAR3.\nAnd a really, REALLY special thanks to my patreons: Chanbot, Mizal, Ryan Esher and SpartacustheGreat.\nYou can also keep up to date on my games by following me on social media at:\nhttps://www.facebook.com/AveryMooreGames\nhttps://twitter.com/Avery__Moore\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Note: This game is an update of the original version of The Price of Freedom: Innocence Lost, published in 2014. The update contains three more stats, a choice of names for your character, the option to play as either male or female, two extra chapters, far more background and character development, and is over twice as long as the original, with a total of over 100,000 words.\n\nYou can keep track of your character's progress by clicking the \"STATS\" button at the top of the screen.\n\nWarning: This game contains scenes of extreme violence, abuse and strong language, and is not suitable for players under the age of 16." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter 1: A Child's Memories" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's still here,\" a voice tells you, the owner of the voice repeatedly shaking your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your sleep. \"Wake up!\" he orders in an awkward attempt to shout and whisper at the same time. \"The man's still here, talking to father. I can hear them.\"\n\nYou give a half conscious groan, opening your eyes to see the face of your little brother looming over you. \"Go back to sleep, Alexius,\" you tell him as you roll onto your side on the cold, stone floor and try to get some rest.\n\n\"They're talking about us,\" Alexius tells you. \"Really strange things. He was asking father if either of us ever had the pox or a fever when we were babies.\"\n\n\"Why would he care if we ever had the pox?\" you mumble in annoyance.\n\n\"That's what I want to know,\" your brother replies, heading back to the door and putting his ear against it, trying to make out the conversation on the other side.\n\nIt's too late for this. Your father already woke you up in the middle of the night to meet some eccentric old man who claimed to be a friend of the family, despite the fact you've never seen him before in your life. The man had a strange, Roman accent and spent about half an hour poking and prodding you and your brother, ruffling your hair, commenting on how healthy your teeth looked, feeling how strong your arms were and suggesting your father wasn't feeding you well enough. It seemed like forever before your father sent you back to bed, and you'd only just gotten to sleep when Alexius woke you up again.\n\n\"Did we ever have pox when we were babies?\" your brother asks you, apparently still contemplating the significance of this strange man's question.\n\n\"How am I supposed to know?\" you ask him irritably. After all, you don't remember being a baby. You know nothing about those first few months of your life, besides what your mother told you. You were born on the first day of the Summer, you know that much. A beautiful baby…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Unknown\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Unknown\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 0\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 0\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's still here,\" a voice tells you, the owner of the voice repeatedly shaking your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your sleep. \"Wake up!\" he orders in an awkward attempt to shout and whisper at the same time. \"The man's still here, talking to father. I can hear them.\"\n\nYou give a half conscious groan, opening your eyes to see the face of your little brother looming over you. \"Go back to sleep, Alexius,\" you tell him as you roll onto your side on the cold, stone floor and try to get some rest.\n\n\"They're talking about us,\" Alexius tells you. \"Really strange things. He was asking father if either of us ever had the pox or a fever when we were babies.\"\n\n\"Why would he care if we ever had the pox?\" you mumble in annoyance.\n\n\"That's what I want to know,\" your brother replies, heading back to the door and putting his ear against it, trying to make out the conversation on the other side.\n\nIt's too late for this. Your father already woke you up in the middle of the night to meet some eccentric old man who claimed to be a friend of the family, despite the fact you've never seen him before in your life. The man had a strange, Roman accent and spent about half an hour poking and prodding you and your brother, ruffling your hair, commenting on how healthy your teeth looked, feeling how strong your arms were and suggesting your father wasn't feeding you well enough. It seemed like forever before your father sent you back to bed, and you'd only just gotten to sleep when Alexius woke you up again.\n\n\"Did we ever have pox when we were babies?\" your brother asks you, apparently still contemplating the significance of this strange man's question.\n\n\"How am I supposed to know?\" you ask him irritably. After all, you don't remember being a baby. You know nothing about those first few months of your life, besides what your mother told you. You were born on the first day of the Summer, you know that much. A beautiful baby…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Boy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Boy, much to your father's delight. He's always been old fashioned, and prayed for a son over a daughter, to carry on the family name. Your mother, of course, couldn't have cared less, so long as you were healthy and happy. Your parents were so proud, they decided to name you after your late grandfather." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Unknown\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 0\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 0\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Boy, much to your father's delight. He's always been old fashioned, and prayed for a son over a daughter, to carry on the family name. Your mother, of course, couldn't have cared less, so long as you were healthy and happy. Your parents were so proud, they decided to name you after your late grandfather." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Andreas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Andreas. The name your mother gave you. While you might not remember much about your earliest stage of infancy, you know you couldn't have asked for a more contented existence. Your father worked hard to provide for his family, and your mother completely adored you. You were her first born child, the light of her life and never short of love or affection. Still, as all children should, you eventually had to learn how to share. Your cot, your toys and the attention of your mother were quickly snatched away from you and given over to a smaller, cuter version of yourself.\n\nYou were only two years old when Alexius was born. He was such a tiny thing, curled up in your mother's arms, but he made such a loud noise! It was like listening to a dying animal every time he got hungry or sleepy or soiled himself. Still, despite his wailing, your mother cooed over him like he was the most beautiful creature she'd ever laid eyes on in her life. Meeting your little brother for the first time is the earliest memory you have and you still remember exactly how you felt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 0\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 0\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Andreas. The name your mother gave you. While you might not remember much about your earliest stage of infancy, you know you couldn't have asked for a more contented existence. Your father worked hard to provide for his family, and your mother completely adored you. You were her first born child, the light of her life and never short of love or affection. Still, as all children should, you eventually had to learn how to share. Your cot, your toys and the attention of your mother were quickly snatched away from you and given over to a smaller, cuter version of yourself.\n\nYou were only two years old when Alexius was born. He was such a tiny thing, curled up in your mother's arms, but he made such a loud noise! It was like listening to a dying animal every time he got hungry or sleepy or soiled himself. Still, despite his wailing, your mother cooed over him like he was the most beautiful creature she'd ever laid eyes on in her life. Meeting your little brother for the first time is the earliest memory you have and you still remember exactly how you felt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Excited" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even though he was too small to walk or talk or play, you absolutely adored your new baby brother. You spent hours just sitting next to your mother, looking down at the baby, admiring how tiny he was, presenting him with toys whenever he cried and asking your mother how much longer it would be before you were allowed to hold him. All this helped you to develop a strong bond with Alexius, even before he learned how to talk back.\n\nYou have gained 5 approval with Alexius." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 0\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 0\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even though he was too small to walk or talk or play, you absolutely adored your new baby brother. You spent hours just sitting next to your mother, looking down at the baby, admiring how tiny he was, presenting him with toys whenever he cried and asking your mother how much longer it would be before you were allowed to hold him. All this helped you to develop a strong bond with Alexius, even before he learned how to talk back.\n\nYou have gained 5 approval with Alexius." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heroes and legends." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of course, Alexius wasn't a baby forever, and as he got older, he became a much better playmate. The pair of you used to go on adventures together, running through the streets, causing mischief and playing at being your favourite heroes from the old legends your mother told you.\n\nDo you remember who your favourite hero was when you were a child?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 0\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 0\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of course, Alexius wasn't a baby forever, and as he got older, he became a much better playmate. The pair of you used to go on adventures together, running through the streets, causing mischief and playing at being your favourite heroes from the old legends your mother told you.\n\nDo you remember who your favourite hero was when you were a child?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hercules, the son of Zeus and the most powerful hero of all time! He was so strong, he actually killed the Nemean lion with his bare hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, of course he was! Hercules was the greatest hero of all time, and you were determined to be just like him. Mostly your training involved a lot of sword-stick fighting and wrestling matches with your little brother. The Gods never sent you on a mission to do twelve impossible tasks, but you did gain a little bit of fighting experience.\n\nYou have gained 5 Strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 0\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, of course he was! Hercules was the greatest hero of all time, and you were determined to be just like him. Mostly your training involved a lot of sword-stick fighting and wrestling matches with your little brother. The Gods never sent you on a mission to do twelve impossible tasks, but you did gain a little bit of fighting experience.\n\nYou have gained 5 Strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "First day on the job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sadly, you couldn't stay an infant forever. When you were about six years old, you had to leave your little adventures behind to go to school. It was boring at times, but you learned how to read and write and basic mathematics. Everything a boy needs to know in order to make a living once he becomes a man.\n\nYou also got to assist your father with his job from time to time. What did your father do for a living?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 0\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sadly, you couldn't stay an infant forever. When you were about six years old, you had to leave your little adventures behind to go to school. It was boring at times, but you learned how to read and write and basic mathematics. Everything a boy needs to know in order to make a living once he becomes a man.\n\nYou also got to assist your father with his job from time to time. What did your father do for a living?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was a fisherman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your father used to take you out on his little fishing boat to teach you the trade. It could get quite tiresome, sailing the boat from one spot to another and waiting for the fish to get caught up in the nets. Still, with all the time you spent keeping the boat steady and waiting for the fish to come to you, you at least learned the value of patience.\n\nYou have gained 5 Stealth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your father used to take you out on his little fishing boat to teach you the trade. It could get quite tiresome, sailing the boat from one spot to another and waiting for the fish to get caught up in the nets. Still, with all the time you spent keeping the boat steady and waiting for the fish to come to you, you at least learned the value of patience.\n\nYou have gained 5 Stealth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All work and no play." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Life wasn't too hard though.\n\nBetween helping your father and your education, you managed to find a little spare time to enjoy yourself. What did you do for fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 0\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Life wasn't too hard though.\n\nBetween helping your father and your education, you managed to find a little spare time to enjoy yourself. What did you do for fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Used to play ball games with the children from your street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were one of the younger boys in your group of friends. For a while, you'd always get picked last, and some of the older boys wanted to keep you out of their games altogether. Luckily, you soon proved that your aim with the ball was more accurate than any of the other children in the group. After that, you were picked as a thrower every time.\n\nYou have gained 5 Accuracy.\n\nYour childhood spent juggling chores, education and entertainment was tiring but happy. It was also painfully brief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 5\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were one of the younger boys in your group of friends. For a while, you'd always get picked last, and some of the older boys wanted to keep you out of their games altogether. Luckily, you soon proved that your aim with the ball was more accurate than any of the other children in the group. After that, you were picked as a thrower every time.\n\nYou have gained 5 Accuracy.\n\nYour childhood spent juggling chores, education and entertainment was tiring but happy. It was also painfully brief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A new life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were eight years old when you found out that your little family was growing once again. You didn't remember much about when your mother was pregnant with Alexius, but you knew it wasn't anything like this.\n\nAt first she told you the sickness was normal. It was something that happened to mothers when the babies first started growing inside them, and it would get better after the first few weeks. Except it didn't get better. It got much, much worse. Your mother got weaker, thinner, paler.\n\nShe cried a lot and was in pain most of the time. You weren't exactly sure what was going on, but you just wished the baby would hurry up and come out of your mother so that she'd be well again… You must have wished too hard, because the baby came too soon.\n\nThe night was utter chaos. Your mother's screams were like no earthly noise you'd ever heard. A group of women from your village were rushing in and out of your parent's room, trying their best to help her through her suffering. Your father was pacing back and forth outside while you and Alexius were confined to your room to keep you out of everyone's way.\n\nAlexius was hysterical. He was crying so hard he could barely breathe and kept asking you what was happening, as if you had any better idea than he did. \"Is she going to be okay?\" he asked you through choked back tears. \"Mama will get better, won't she? She's not going to die!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 5\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were eight years old when you found out that your little family was growing once again. You didn't remember much about when your mother was pregnant with Alexius, but you knew it wasn't anything like this.\n\nAt first she told you the sickness was normal. It was something that happened to mothers when the babies first started growing inside them, and it would get better after the first few weeks. Except it didn't get better. It got much, much worse. Your mother got weaker, thinner, paler.\n\nShe cried a lot and was in pain most of the time. You weren't exactly sure what was going on, but you just wished the baby would hurry up and come out of your mother so that she'd be well again… You must have wished too hard, because the baby came too soon.\n\nThe night was utter chaos. Your mother's screams were like no earthly noise you'd ever heard. A group of women from your village were rushing in and out of your parent's room, trying their best to help her through her suffering. Your father was pacing back and forth outside while you and Alexius were confined to your room to keep you out of everyone's way.\n\nAlexius was hysterical. He was crying so hard he could barely breathe and kept asking you what was happening, as if you had any better idea than he did. \"Is she going to be okay?\" he asked you through choked back tears. \"Mama will get better, won't she? She's not going to die!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Managed to keep yourself together. You sat down with your brother and tried to calm him down, promising him that Mama would be okay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't cry, Alexius,\" you told your brother, sitting next to him and putting your hand on his shoulder. \"She's not going to die. As soon as the baby comes out, Mama will stop screaming and then she'll get better. Everything's going to be all right, I promise.\" Sadly that turned out to be a promise you couldn't keep.\n\nYou have gained 5 approval with Alexius." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 5\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 10\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't cry, Alexius,\" you told your brother, sitting next to him and putting your hand on his shoulder. \"She's not going to die. As soon as the baby comes out, Mama will stop screaming and then she'll get better. Everything's going to be all right, I promise.\" Sadly that turned out to be a promise you couldn't keep.\n\nYou have gained 5 approval with Alexius." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then it was over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually, your mother's screams of agony turned into semi-conscious groans… Then nothing. It wasn't until a few hours later that your father sat down with you and explained what had happened. You don't remember exactly what he told you, but between your father's ambiguous stalling and attempts at describing the afterlife, you managed to grasp a basic understanding. The baby was gone, and your mother gone with it.\n\nSomething inside you died that day, and your life has never been the same since. Your family has fallen apart, both as a unit and as individuals. You started avoiding school and instead, spent as much time with your friends and as little time with your family as possible. Alexius took the opposite approach. He became very quiet and reclusive for a boy his age, and even now, he doesn't seem interested in making friends at all. Still, despite your premature rebellion and Alexius withdrawing into himself, it was your father who dealt with your mother's death the worst.\n\nAt first it was the wine. Your father would stumble into the house late at night, so drunk he could barely stand. He wasn't an aggressive drunk, but seeing your father so disorientated that you and your brother had to put him to bed yourselves was extremely confusing at that age. It worried you to think that your father was the only one taking care of you now, and he could barely take care of himself. A few weeks later, your father stopped working. You're not sure if he was so depressed that he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed in the morning, or whether he was so drunk that nobody wanted him working for them any more. Either way, your father no longer had a way to support you or your brother… That's when the gambling started." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 5\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 10\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually, your mother's screams of agony turned into semi-conscious groans… Then nothing. It wasn't until a few hours later that your father sat down with you and explained what had happened. You don't remember exactly what he told you, but between your father's ambiguous stalling and attempts at describing the afterlife, you managed to grasp a basic understanding. The baby was gone, and your mother gone with it.\n\nSomething inside you died that day, and your life has never been the same since. Your family has fallen apart, both as a unit and as individuals. You started avoiding school and instead, spent as much time with your friends and as little time with your family as possible. Alexius took the opposite approach. He became very quiet and reclusive for a boy his age, and even now, he doesn't seem interested in making friends at all. Still, despite your premature rebellion and Alexius withdrawing into himself, it was your father who dealt with your mother's death the worst.\n\nAt first it was the wine. Your father would stumble into the house late at night, so drunk he could barely stand. He wasn't an aggressive drunk, but seeing your father so disorientated that you and your brother had to put him to bed yourselves was extremely confusing at that age. It worried you to think that your father was the only one taking care of you now, and he could barely take care of himself. A few weeks later, your father stopped working. You're not sure if he was so depressed that he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed in the morning, or whether he was so drunk that nobody wanted him working for them any more. Either way, your father no longer had a way to support you or your brother… That's when the gambling started." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It only got worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have a handful of memories of your father waking you up to tell you that he'd won enough drachmas to last you the month. He'd sometimes take you to the market and buy you toys and throw a big feast in celebration. Unfortunately, you have many more memories of your father dragging himself through the door late at night without so much as an obol in his pocket, cursing to himself and crying in his sleep while you and your brother went to bed hungry.\n\nSoon after you ran out of money, the strangers started coming. At first it was men with kind voices that promised your father they could help him. After that it was angry men who would break things and threaten to hurt your father if he didn't come up with the money he owed them. Now it's this strange Roman man with a disturbing interest in you and your brother.\n\nAll you want to do is close your eyes and hope that the man will be gone by morning, but Alexius seems determined to find out who he is and what he wants, which brings you back to the here and now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 5\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 10\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have a handful of memories of your father waking you up to tell you that he'd won enough drachmas to last you the month. He'd sometimes take you to the market and buy you toys and throw a big feast in celebration. Unfortunately, you have many more memories of your father dragging himself through the door late at night without so much as an obol in his pocket, cursing to himself and crying in his sleep while you and your brother went to bed hungry.\n\nSoon after you ran out of money, the strangers started coming. At first it was men with kind voices that promised your father they could help him. After that it was angry men who would break things and threaten to hurt your father if he didn't come up with the money he owed them. Now it's this strange Roman man with a disturbing interest in you and your brother.\n\nAll you want to do is close your eyes and hope that the man will be gone by morning, but Alexius seems determined to find out who he is and what he wants, which brings you back to the here and now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter 2: A Stranger in the Night" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're talking about money now,\" Alexius whispers to you. \"Probably something to do with father's debts. Come and listen!\"\n\nAll you want is to ignore your brother and get whatever rest you can before morning. Still, Alexius seems to think the conversation is important. Maybe you should hear what they're talking about for yourself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 5\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 10\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're talking about money now,\" Alexius whispers to you. \"Probably something to do with father's debts. Come and listen!\"\n\nAll you want is to ignore your brother and get whatever rest you can before morning. Still, Alexius seems to think the conversation is important. Maybe you should hear what they're talking about for yourself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to get some sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm tired, Alexius,\" you grumble, pulling your itchy, old blanket over your head and trying to ignore your brother. \"You stay up all night if you want, just do it quietly.\"\n\n\"Fine, go back to sleep then. I'll find out what they're talking about myself,\" Alexius says stubbornly, putting his ear back against the wall.\n\nYou have lost 5 approval with Alexius.\n\nYou don't manage to get back to sleep though, since your brother seems intent on giving you a full report of the conversation every five seconds. \"They're still talking about us. Papa's asking if we're going to be okay. Andreas, I think he's crying,\" Alexius whispers, sounding quite concerned about it. \"I can't make out what the man's saying but, he's giving father some money. I don't know if…\" Alexius goes quiet for a few seconds before throwing the door open and bursting into the next room. Still sleepy and rather annoyed, you sit yourself upright and lean towards the door to see what's happening.\n\n\"Papa!\" Alexius is frantically shouting as he runs over to your father and clings to his arm. \"Papa, please, I don't want to go! Don't let the man take us away!\"\n\nTake you away? You have no idea what Alexius is talking about. Nobody's taking you anywhere. Still, despite how sure of yourself you are, the stranger grabs hold of Alexius, pulling him away from your father's side, and your father isn't doing anything to intervene." }, { "from": "human", "value": "STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General:\n\nName: Andreas\n\nAge: 10\n\nGender: Male\n\nSkills:\n\nStrength: 5\n\nSpeed: 0\n\nAccuracy: 5\n\nIntelligence: 0\n\nStealth: 5\n\nRelationships:\n\nAlexius: 5\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0\n\nUnknown: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm tired, Alexius,\" you grumble, pulling your itchy, old blanket over your head and trying to ignore your brother. \"You stay up all night if you want, just do it quietly.\"\n\n\"Fine, go back to sleep then. I'll find out what they're talking about myself,\" Alexius says stubbornly, putting his ear back against the wall.\n\nYou have lost 5 approval with Alexius.\n\nYou don't manage to get back to sleep though, since your brother seems intent on giving you a full report of the conversation every five seconds. \"They're still talking about us. Papa's asking if we're going to be okay. Andreas, I think he's crying,\" Alexius whispers, sounding quite concerned about it. \"I can't make out what the man's saying but, he's giving father some money. I don't know if…\" Alexius goes quiet for a few seconds before throwing the door open and bursting into the next room. Still sleepy and rather annoyed, you sit yourself upright and lean towards the door to see what's happening.\n\n\"Papa!\" Alexius is frantically shouting as he runs over to your father and clings to his arm. \"Papa, please, I don't want to go! Don't let the man take us away!\"\n\nTake you away? You have no idea what Alexius is talking about. Nobody's taking you anywhere. Still, despite how sure of yourself you are, the stranger grabs hold of Alexius, pulling him away from your father's side, and your father isn't doing anything to intervene." } ]

[ "Anti-Hero", "Fantasy", "Humor", "Part of Series", "Serious" ]

[ 803, 279, 197, 133, 76, 38, 40, 81 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: fantasy.\nSet the scene with these themes: Anti-Hero, Fantasy, Humor, Serious.\n\n\nFrom humble beginning to infamy and beyond!\nAdditional notes:\nThis story is a fully self contained one and can easily be read on its own, however it also acts as a \"sequel\" to Innkeeper.\nAs with any of my writings, the story comes before the game. However while there isn't a complex inventory and all of that, you can technically \"win\" by getting one of the 12 epilogues.\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once upon a time in a city called Klyton, there was a young man who wanted to be a doctor. He studied hard in school and his parents supported his dreams for he was intelligent and hard working and they knew he could succeed if given the chance. They also wanted him to have a more stable and comfortable life than they did. (Much like their parents before them)\n\nDespite the high costs of a formal education of a person growing up in his middle class background, his parents who ran an inn, scraped together enough money to send him to a university and for awhile the young man was able to pursue his dreams.\n\nUnfortunately life doesn't always go as planned and one day the young man's father died and to make matters worse it turned out his father who only had the best intentions for his son, had been borrowing from a dangerous loan shark.\n\nWith his mother in danger of losing the inn, the young man had to put his dreams on hold and help his mother. It was a time of great stress for the young man, but in time he was able to not only keep the inn afloat and pay off the debt, but he was also able to turn enough profit to re-enroll at the university and eventually become the doctor he always wanted to be.\n\nDuring his time as an innkeeper however, he had become very close to a young barmaid by the name of Eliza. While their love didn't blossom immediately, he soon realized his feelings before it was too late and the two became romantically involved and in time they married.\n\nFor various reasons together they moved away from the city and to a quieter smaller town called Teckleville. There the young man opened a private practice and became a respected member of the community and had twins with Eliza.\n\nThese twins, a boy and a girl, had possibly even more of a loving home than their father did and they certainly had even more comforts and advantages. Truly when they grew up, they could be anything they set their minds to.\n\nHowever, once again life is not always so simple.\n\nAs they grew up, these twins became the scourge of Teckleville, always getting into mischief. Granted some misbehavior is expected from youth as they find their purpose in life, but it would seem no matter what, these two were bound and determined to pursue the life of crime.\n\nThe pair of them were rogues through and through and as they got older it was apparent they had no desire to change.\n\nAnd that's where our tale begins…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 16\n\nAs you sit counting your ill-gotten loot from the latest traveling merchant in town, your twin sister is watching you with a slightly distracted expression. She's been looking like that a lot lately.\n\nYou know she can't be concerned about getting into trouble. The pair of you have been doing this since you were kids. You've got this routine down pretty well at this point.\n\nWhile most of your small town is fully aware of your roguish ways, you're fortunate that you're both still young and your father is a good doctor and has some measure of influence in keeping you out of the local jail. Plus, it helps that you long since stopped stealing from the town itself and focused on stealing from people passing through Teckleville instead.\n\nStill, it isn't like either of your parents are pleased with your recreational criminal activities and have tried to steer you in a different direction with little success. While it tends to go in one ear and out the other with you, sometimes your sister listens occasionally.\n\nAnd you're pretty sure that's the cause of her distraction in-between your jobs. Something is on her mind and has been for a while now and today is the day she says as much.\n\n\"We need to talk bro.\" your sister says.\n\"Uh oh. You sound like mom. Which means this doesn't sound good.\" You reply.\n\"I really wish you wouldn't set a negative tone to this already difficult situation. I've been going back and forth about this multiple times, making myself sick over it actually.\"\n\"Very well, let's get this over with.\"\n\nYou sister exhales deeply and sits next to you.\n\n\"There's nothing here for me in this town.\"\n\"Gee thanks, sis.\"\n\"That's not what I mean, I just…(Sigh) look I know you don't listen to mom or dad, but I've been thinking they've got a point. I mean, what am I doing? What are WE doing? I mean when we were little kids, this was fun. Working together in near perfect harmony and avoiding trouble, but we're both sixteen now. We really going to be doing this for another sixteen years?\"\n\"We weren't doing this straight out of the womb, sis.\"\n\"You know what I mean! What does the future hold for us? How long before dad just gets fed up and tells the town guard to throw us in jail for our own good?\"\n\"Mom, wouldn't allow that.\"\n\"Yeah, well I think even mom has her limits. Besides, neither one may have a choice in protecting us, if we really fuck up one day.\"\n\"We're too good at this, we're not going to fuck up.\"\n\"Yeah well, even if that is the case, I don't see staying here in Teckleville robbing travelling merchants as a stable future.\"\n\"So what are you saying exactly?\"\n\"I'm saying I'm getting out. I'm leaving town.\"\n\nYou're silent for a moment. You knew that's where this was heading, but hearing it makes it real.\n\n\"Where are you going to go?\" you ask.\n\"I dunno. Anywhere! Maybe Klyton, or Holgard or even the Delantium Kingdom. I'll figure it out during my travels. Just anywhere, but here.\"\n\"Oh? And just how exactly are you going to support yourself?\"\n\"Half of that stuff we steal is mine you know.\" Your sister points out.\n\"Yeah, I know that, but that's not going to last forever and it isn't that much.\" You say.\n\"Well mom has always stressed how nice my voice is and how creative I am. And I think you know I've been practicing my lute a lot more lately. I figured I might be a bard…\"\n\"A bard?\"\n\"Yeah, you know. Singing tales, telling stories and getting into adventures…\"\n\"…okay…Yes, you've got many talents. I mean it's why we work so well together. You distract folks with your charm and I do the rest. I've always known that and I get that you've always liked the attention you get from the marks more than the actual thievery. But I thought you said you were seeking a more stable future. Being a wandering bard doesn't exactly qualify.\"\n\"Well okay, maybe stable wasn't the right word, maybe DIFFERENT was more accurate. My point is, this is something I want to do and I can't be a proper bard unless I travel and experience the world! I can't stay here any longer.\"\n\nYour sister is quite serious about this and you know that there is going to be no deterring her from this path. This is going to change everything, but you're willing to roll with it.\n\n\"Well…okay I suppose if this is something you want to do, I'll have to support it. You're probably right about sticking around here anyway, I know I get pretty bored in between waiting for the next mark. I assume you're probably already getting ready to leave soon. Just let me get my things together and I'll be ready…\"\n\"Not this time. I'm going by myself.\"\n\nNow you're really surprised.\n\n\"What?! But you can't! I mean…who's going to look out for you? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there?\" you exclaim.\n\"How would you know? You've never left this town either!\" your sister points out.\n\"Yeah, well I've heard things!\"\n\"And so have I. Look…I'm well aware that it isn't a safe world out there, but that's part of what I need to experience. I mean even here, with that overly aggressive asshole Klint hitting on me every other day, I know I'm safe from him because you, mom and dad are around.\"\n\nYour sister continues.\n\nLook, I need to do this on my own. I need to fail or succeed on my own. I need to take care of myself, I mean don't you think I've got the skills to do it?\"\n\"Yeah, but…I dunno…I guess it'll just be sort of strange. We've been a team for so long.\"\n\"I know. It'll be strange for me too since we're so close, but maybe this will be for the best anyway. I mean have you heard some of more recent ugly rumors about us just because we're twins?\"\n\"Yeah, sort of twisted where people's minds go. (Sigh) I guess this is goodbye. Are you leaving tonight, are you telling mom and dad?\"\n\"Yes, as you correctly guessed I will be leaving tonight. As for telling mom and dad, I thought about it…but I can only imagine the chaos that might cause with mom getting weepy and dad forbidding me to go anywhere. Hell, he might actually have the town guard throw me in jail just so I'd have to stay! No, better just leave a note and take off in the middle of the night.\"\n\"Probably the safest bet for you. Though of course you realize I'm going to catch the fallout of this plan of yours. In fact I'll probably somehow get blamed for it.\"\n\"Yeah, I suppose you will…apologies.\" Your sister says.\n\"Meh, don't worry about it. I'll muddle through like I always do.\"\n\"Y'know you could leave too. I mean not with me of course, but you're a resourceful guy, I'm sure you could make it outside this one horse town too. You did say you get bored here.\" Your sister says.\n\"Yeah, but I dunno. I'm not exactly multi-talented as you are and I doubt if I'd be able to try my hand at a life not involving crime somehow. Plus, here I'm probably the best thief in town. Elsewhere? I'm probably an amateur that would get eaten alive by the bigger criminals. Besides, I still got a good thing going here. I admit though it's not going to be the same without your help.\"\n\nYour sister pats you on the shoulder.\n\n\"You'll be fine. Just remember what I said. You've got more talent than you think and you could definitely do well out there too.\"\n\nMaybe there is some truth to that, but in any case, this is where you part ways with your blood partner in crime. You both hug knowing that you both are going to feel like part of you is gone, but perhaps your sister is right. Perhaps it will ultimately be better for you in the long term. At least for her since she does have talent other than petty thievery.\n\nLater that night, your sister takes off to parts unknown and you prepare yourself for the hell that your parents are no doubt going to raise. Truth be told, if you left, they probably wouldn't cause as much fuss…okay well maybe that's not entirely true, but still, your sister has always been the favorite so they're going to take this hard.\n\nThey won't be the only one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time Passes..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Six months later…\n\nAs you sit counting your ill-gotten loot from the latest traveling merchant in town, your girlfriend is watching you with an exasperated expression. Of course she tends to look like that a lot.\n\n\"Ugh. This part is soooo boring! I dunno why you didn't steal the jewelry, I liked some of those necklaces.\" Annah exclaims.\n\"Because you know I prefer hard coin in my possession rather than anything else.\" You reply trying not to lose count.\n\"So? You're not the only one involved in doing this you know! You couldn't just think about ME for once and steal some pretty items?\"\n\"Annah, if you wanted one of those necklaces so bad, you could have just stolen it yourself. You were closer to the merchant and easily had him distracted.\"\n\"He was gross. Breathing heavy and touching my legs, it was all I could do not to vomit…y'know you could have defended my honor.\"\n\nIt's going to be one of those days…\n\n\"(Sigh) And how exactly was I going to do that while I was breaking into his lockbox in his tent? The whole point is for me not to attract any sort of attention and that's getting more difficult to do what with a lot of the merchants hiring more guards nowadays.\"\n\nAnnah rolls her eyes.\n\nIt's no secret that Annah was certainly drawn to you because she's a little on the wild side and doesn't have the best of reputations herself. While she certainly lets you do things to her that are a lot of fun, she's not the partner in crime that your sister was and she certainly complains a lot more. A LOT more.\n\nAnnah's got the looks and flirting down, but that's about it. Your sister actually had the talent to get the attention of people even if they weren't some weak willed slob that went nuts over the latest sweet young thing that batted their eyes at them. She could lure them with a tale or a song and keep a whole entourage captivated if need be.\n\nYou suppose Annah's lack of skill has had the benefit of increasing your own since you've definitely had to be quicker and sneakier.\n\nStill, it isn't just her lack of skill and bitching that's the problem since that you can deal with. It's the fact that she's way more maintenance than you thought she'd be and she's been getting worse in that aspect.\n\nYou know you're probably going to have to give her a little bit more this time around just to keep her appeased. At this point you haven't really been saving much at all and you were planning on moving out of your parents home by now because that situation hasn't gotten any better since your sister left.\n\nLately you've been starting to wonder if you shouldn't just do what your sister did and leave. It's just getting to be too much hassle to steal in this town and it definitely isn't as much fun as it used to be.\n\nWhere you would go though, you aren't sure. You're going to have to figure it out.\n\nIn the meantime, you hand over Annah's share.\n\n\"Okay, here you go…so what do you want to do now?\" you ask.\n\"Well since you were unwilling to steal me one of those nice necklaces, I guess I'll have to buy a cheap ass one from that hag that runs Sparkling Treasures.\" Annah replies.\n\"So, we're going to Jasmine's shop.\"\n\"Yeah, and she's going to be giving me the evil eye the entire time. Thinking I'm going to steal something.\"\n\"Well to be fair, you can't blame her. I'll come with you, but as far as I know I'm still banned from the place ever since I stole a bracelet for my sister's birthday. Of course that was before we decided that the town was completely off limits.\"\n\"Whatever, I don't really want to hear about how you spoiled your other girlfriend right now. It's bad enough that continually criticize me and say I'm not as good as sister.\"\n\"What the…first of all I'm sick of these rumors about me and her when it wasn't even like that! Second of all, I just said ONCE that our capers might run smoother if you had a better array of talents rather than just relying on your looks.\"\n\"There you go again putting me down! I don't see you complaining about my talents when you're having your five minutes of fun…\"\n\"Now don't even start with that! Look, I don't want to fight! Let's just go get your necklace.\"\n\"I need more money!\"\n\"What?!\"\n\"What you gave me isn't enough for the one I want!\"\n\"Didn't you just say Jasmine sells cheap quality shit?\"\n\"Yeah, but that old bitch charges an arm and leg for it, so I need more money!\"\n\nYou shake your head and reach into your pocket.\n\n\"(Sigh) Fine. Here, take it! Take it all!\" you exclaim and hand over most of your coins to Annah, who takes them without blinking an eye.\n\nAt this point you're wondering why if she thinks you're such a bad bum to her that why is she with you at all.\n\n\"Thanks baby!\" Annah beams and kisses you.\n\nWell that answers your question.\n\nAs Annah grabs your arm while you walk to Jasmine's shop, you continue to think about leaving here. The only thing is, are you going to do it like your sister did and just leave in the middle of the night, or are you going to actually say goodbye first?\n\nYou sort of think with as much grief as you give your parents, they might actually like to at least say goodbye to you seeing as they didn't get that chance with your sister.\n\nOf course that might be just wishful thinking on your part.\n\n\"Okay, since you said you're not allowed in, just wait outside and I'll be out soon.\" Annah says as you get to Sparkling Treasures.\n\"I'll be here.\" You remark.\n\nAnnah hasn't been gone long when you encounter more trouble.\n\n\"Well if it isn't the notorious thief of Teckville. Shouldn't you be skulking around in the shadows stealing from little old ladies?\"\n\nIt's Klint and ever since your sister left, he's been even more of an asshole to you and you're not really sure why.\n\n\"Klint, seriously what the hell is your problem? I don't understand this continued antagonism towards me. I don't go over to your family's chicken farm and steal the cocks out of your hand.\"\n\nKlint as usual is slow on the uptake and doesn't even get the double meaning insult you just said, but he's mad at you anyway.\n\n\"Because it's all your fucking fault! I could have gotten with your sister if YOU hadn't been around!\"\n\"Oh for fuck's sake, if my sister had ANY attraction to you, she certainly would have showed it. She didn't and now she's GONE, okay? Get the hell over it already…\"\n\nKlint at this point starts getting closer to you and raising his voice and you begin to take a more defensive stance.\n\n\"FUCK YOU! It was ALL your fault! How could I have a chance with her when YOU corrupted her! Tell me…did she smell like flowers when you embraced her? Did she taste like honey when you kissed her? Did the very heavens move when you plunged into her?\" he asks with a mixture of anger and resentment, but also with a glint of eagerness that you'll tell him.\n\nWhile you knew Klint was always a bit obsessed with your sister, you never quite knew how bad it was until just now. He's totally lost it.\n\n\"Klint, contrary to what the rumors are, none of that happened you sick fuck. Look, just go home before something bad happens…\" you say.\n\"Oh something bad is gonna happen alright sister fucker!\" He says and then brandishes a knife partially covered in blood and with a few feathers stuck to it.\n\nAnd of course nobody is around to see all this despite it being broad daylight. Or maybe they're just watching from windows and don't care. You're not exactly popular after all.\n\n\"Klint, put that knife back and just walk away now.\" You say stepping back.\n\"Everyone in this town hates you, y'know. Even that whore you hang around with now. She came on to me the other night saying how she wanted a proper fuck as opposed to your pathetic attempts. I didn't fuck her though; I just let her suck my dick. Did she kiss you today? Ha ha ha ha!\"\n\nYou ignore Klint's ramblings and continue to focus on his knife, which is now aiming towards your face, even if you are trying to widen the gap between you two.\n\n\"Klint, last chance to get that knife out of my face.\"\n\"Or you'll what?\"\n\nWell it's a good question, what are you going to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You draw your own dagger" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This asshole is trying to kill you! You're not taking any chances.\n\nNo sooner have you drawn your own dagger when Klint swings at you a couple times and you barely have time to dodge. Luckily for you, despite his size Klint isn't all that skilled in combat. While you've never really been in more than a few scuffles as a kid yourself, you've taught yourself what you THINK is adequate fighting knowledge. Also the very real threat of Klint seemingly trying to kill you is causing a survival instinct to kick in. You don't think, you just see an opportunity causing you to swing with your dagger.\n\nIt's a hit and Klint touches the side of his face and looks at the fresh blood from the medium slash you landed on his cheek. For a moment, Klint is in disbelief. He begins shaking and breathing hard. You think he's going to start crying or even run away because he realizes that this is a real fight with real consequences.\n\nKlint instead screams with rage until his face is beet red. It's sort of unnerving, but you stand your ground. Swinging his knife wildly, he charges at you still screaming the entire time.\n\nYou dodge out of the way, but your leg doesn't completely clear the charge and you fall to the ground face first.\n\nFortunately you trip up Klint in the process, who instead of taking advantage, continues to stumble in the direction he was already running in. Unfortunately, Annah was just coming out of Jasmine's shop at the time.\n\n\"Hey what's…AH!\" Annah yelps as Klint's knife goes straight into her stomach.\n\nYou recover just in time to see Klint hovering near her body with his knife in it. She's lying up against the door of Jasmine's shop as blood seeps out and dyes her clothing red.\n\n\"Annah?\" you utter, but she doesn't answer she just looks down at her wound, holding it and then looks at you with a mixture of shock, pain and sadness.\n\nKlint on the other hand turns to you with a face that's now completely drained of all its rage and is a little shock himself.\n\n\"I didn't…I didn't mean…\" is all he stutters.\n\nANNAH!\" you shout and now you're the one that's going out of your mind.\n\nKlint tries to defend himself, but you're relentless. Klint falls backwards as you attack and ignoring any sort of pain he's caused with his fists or feet you begin stabbing him in the chest like a madman. Klint screams are now ones of pleading rather than anger.\n\nIt doesn't matter if it was an accident. It doesn't matter that he just said she cheated on you with him (Which might've been a lie anyway). It doesn't even matter that she's bitching at you all the time and you were strongly considering leaving her soon anyway.\n\nThe fact is, you did have a relationship with her and to some small degree you did care.\n\nHe begs you to stop killing him, but you've snapped. He's caused you nothing but trouble for your sister and yourself. You're ending it today and with one more strike, you thrust your dagger in his throat and then pull it out.\n\nKlint's screams become gurgles as he clutches his bloody throat. His body convulses a bit as you stand up drenched in blood. You don't stand there and watch him die however, you instead run over to Annah who is still bleeding out with a knife in her belly.\n\n\"Shit, shit, Annah, it's gonna be okay. My dad's a doctor remember? He…he…he'll fix this. I'm gonna go get him. Just…just hang on baby…\" you say before you're suddenly pulled away by two strong hands.\n\"GET AWAY FROM HER MURDERER!\" a gruff voice shouts from behind.\n\nStill at a heightened state of alert, you stab at whoever it is behind you, and just manage to nick their arm before twisting away.\n\nYou now see that your fight with Klint has drawn out a lot of the townsfolk. Bastards were probably watching the entire time. The man who tried to pull you away was the Wilfred the pub owner. It's a good thing he's not one of the appointed town watch, but it probably won't be long.\n\n\"You little bastard! You see that? He tried to kill me too! Someone get the town watch! Someone go get Klint's family too, they need to know what this murderer did to their boy!\" Wilfred shouts as he clutches his bleeding arm.\n\nSeveral other townsfolk go running off shouting about your deeds, and a few others look as if they're going to take their chances apprehending you themselves and while Wilfred is a fat out of shape barkeep, you don't know if you'd do as well against the blacksmith who is now approaching you with a hammer in hand.\n\nWith a lynch mob starting to form, you do the only thing you can and that's run.\n\nAfter a few moments of running and backtracking, you've managed to make it home and lose most of the ones that were half heartedly trying to nab you, but it won't be long before what passes for real law enforcement around here is beating down your door. You only have a short time to gather what you can and get the hell out of here.\n\nOf course as soon as you come in, your mother sees you covered in blood and demands to know what is going on.\n\n\"By the gods! What have you done!? What have you DONE?!\" your mother shouts.\n\"I didn't do anything! Where's dad?!\" you ask.\n\"I'm right here….oh shit. Fuck! What the hell did you do now?!\" your dad says walking into the room.\n\"I didn't do anything! But Annah is severely wounded, you gotta help her. She's got a knife in her stomach and she's over by Jasmine's shop! Please! You have to hurry!\" you exclaim.\n\n\"Are you the one who stabbed her?\" your father asks.\n\"What?! NO! Klint stabbed her, but everyone thinks….look… I gotta get outta here, just go help her!\" you say and push both of your parents out of the way to go gather a few things from your room.\n\nSurprisingly your father doesn't say much more, he just gathers up his emergency physician's bag and mutters to himself. You think you hear him saying how you're a fuck up before he leaves, but that's about it.\n\nYour mom on the other hand as you're hastily grabbing a few items, is tearfully going on about how you (And your sister) wasted your potential and she doesn't know where she and your father went wrong.\n\nYou have little time and it isn't much, but you try to reassure her that it isn't either of their faults. You'd like to calm her down some more, but there are a bunch of people soon banging at the door.\n\n\"STOP HIDING BEHIND YER MAMA'S SKIRT AND GET OUT HERE MURDERER!\" you hear a voice shout.\n\n\"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. I…I gotta go.\" You say as you leave your mother crying and go to climb out your window.\n\nYou manage to just get out of your backyard when you hear someone else shout that they see you and you're soon off and running from a mob again.\n\nIt takes a bit of stealth and hiding on your part (along with distancing yourself from Teckleville) but eventually as the sky goes dark, you're fairly certain nobody from the town is still chasing you, or if they are, they might have made camp for the night.\n\nAs for you, you're in the middle of a wood, still wearing your bloody clothes (fortunately you managed to grab some spare in your pack though) unsure of where you're going to go exactly.\n\nOn top of it all you still don't know if Annah's dead. You're so tired. You can't even process all of it anymore. You have to rest.\n\nYou find a tree that looks sturdy and high enough, so you climb it and prepare to sleep for the night. You just hope that anyone that might still be looking for you at this late hour doesn't think to look up.\n\nAs you drift off to sleep, your thoughts go to your sister.\n\n\"Well sis, whether things are working out for you or not right now, at least your exit wasn't like this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up fairly early, but then you didn't really sleep much to begin with. This was more of a brief rest anyway.\n\nAfter a quick check to see if anyone is in the area, you get out of your bloody clothes and change into some new ones. You might not be properly clean, but it's better than you were.\n\nYou then check your supplies, which aren't much. You've got a few coins, but you aren't excessively worried about that since food and water are more important out here in the wilderness. You've got a little food and water, but it isn't going to last long. The only weapon you have currently is your dagger.\n\nPart of you is only just now starting to feel the various negative emotions involving your parents and Annah. You can only imagine the shitstorm they're facing because of your actions. You just hope that they don't suffer the consequences of what you did.\n\nThen there's Annah. You feel like you should be feeling a lot sadder about her, maybe even crying a bit, but maybe you got all those emotions out of your system when you killed Klint.\n\nStill seems a bit surreal that you killed someone. Not just anyone, but someone you knew since childhood, even if you didn't like him.\n\nYou definitely don't feel bad about it and while that can be due to several understandable factors, you can't help but wonder if you could do it again under different circumstances.\n\nYou may have to, especially now, though your mind certainly went to a dark place during that time.\n\nWhatever the near future holds, you'll have to deal with it when it happens. Right now you have to make a decision on where you're going to go because you're not exactly hot on the idea of staying out here in the wilderness.\n\nYour first thought is to head west to the city-state of Klyton. It's certainly the closest city and it's the direction you ran from Teckleville anyway. The problem is if anyone from Teckleville is still searching for you, that's going to be the first place they look.\n\nStill, Klyton is the only place you really have any basic knowledge about thanks to your parents both being originally from there. Your father never really spoke too much about it, just saying that the only thing worthwhile that he got there was your mother and he was glad when they finally moved to Teckleville to be closer to your grandmother at the time.\n\nYour mother on the other hand didn't speak so ill of the place, which is surprising since she grew up in a lower class area than your father did. She even said that sometimes she missed the times when she worked at the inn where she met your father in the first place. Of course her knowledge about the city is bound to be a bit out of date.\n\nAlso, while Klyton has no jurisdiction over Teckleville, it has been known to apprehend wanted criminals from elsewhere trying to hide out there. Not to mention the place in general has a fairly good reputation (And they want to keep it that way) as far as its own security goes.\n\nThe Delantium Kingdom to the east isn't really high on your choice list. For one thing, you'd have to backtrack around Teckleville to go in that direction. From what you've overheard, the kingdom has been slowly trying to expand again which sounds a lot like more soldier types running around and that's the last thing you need. Still, the kingdom is a big place and they can't possibly be everywhere. Sivak is the closest major city there.\n\nThe only other nearby bastion of major civilization you can think of that's close is another city state by the name of Holgard. It's to the south and in terms of existence, it's only a little older than you are.\n\nIt was founded by a noble from the Delantium Kingdom. Originally it was most likely supposed to be some sort of outpost or colony for the DK. But whatever the original intent, the noble soon set himself up as absolute ruler with no ties to the kingdom at all.\n\nFor whatever reason, the DK hasn't taken any action against him, whether that's because the cost wouldn't be worth it, they've got more important things to deal with or they're simply glad to have him gone is unknown. The third possibility isn't entirely out of the question either, since you've overheard travelling merchants say that Baron Varsakken is a very unlikable man and it's amazing he hasn't suffered any assassination attempts. His children are apparently little better.\n\nStill, you've also heard the place is filled with corruption so it would probably be a better place to do your work than Klyton." } ]

[ "Dystopia", "Fantasy", "Grimdark", "Serious", "Villain Protagonist", "War" ]

[ 6784, 1863, 1370, 1089, 510, 261, 318, 808 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: grimdark fantasy\nTheme: Dystopia, Fantasy, Grimdark, Serious, Villain Protagonist, War\nDescription: The last hope for a dying empire\nAdditional notes:\nThis story can be very long assuming you're not dying. Years pass and your surroundings will most likely change. You may very well live a life time in the story.\nAs with any of my writings, the story comes before the game. However while there isn't a complex inventory and all of that, you can technically \"win\" by getting one of the epilogues.\nThere are 13 epilogues total.\nThere are also several points in the story where there are links that lead to more background information on various people, places, things and events. While not completely necessary to understanding the story, they do give you more insight into it.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 0\n\n\"Is this the one?\"\n\"Yeah I guess.\"\n\"What do you mean you guess? It either is or it isn't.\"\n\"I dunno I lost the list.\"\n\"You what? That's just great. You realize how much we're going to get our asses chewed out because of your fuck up? I'm sick of paying for your mistakes.\"\n\"Will you calm down? How the hell are they gonna know anyway? You seen one ugly little baldy, you've seen 'em all. All babies look the same.\"\n\"Not the elven ones.\"\n\"Enough with your elf fetish. These babies are all under the care of the Empire anyway, they're here for the taking.\n\"Yeah, the key word being the Empire. You know we need the proper paper work, which you just fucking lost!\"\n\"So what, I can forge it. You really worry too much, there's so much red tape they ain't gonna know the difference and what does it matter? The Empire's getting a body for their purposes anyway.\"\n\"Yeah, but you know how they like the best.\"\n\"How the fuck can they really tell at this age? They do all the real testing later. Look he's got all his limbs, and he doesn't display any signs of impurity. I'd say he's a prime candidate for whatever they have in store for this poor little bastard.\"\n\"Yeah I guess…damn. I can't imagine what it's like being brought up like that.\"\n\"Me either, this program has only been going on a few years, but I've already heard some fucked up stories about it…y'know its things like this that sometimes make me question the logic of our glorious leaders.\"\n\"Shhhh! Are you mad? Don't talk like that! It's not our place to question anything, we're just supposed to do our jobs! Besides, the logic is quite obvious. If they train people from birth they'll have superior combat skills and utter loyalty to the Empire.\"\n\"That's my point though. Is it really necessary? The Empire already produces so much propaganda that it does the job pretty well in producing loyal citizens and if that doesn't work it also instills so much fear in most that even if someone wanted to start a rebellion; it's highly unlikely they would.\"\n\"Don't be so sure, it has happened in the past.\"\n\"The past? When? Like four hundred years ago when the Empire was still in its own infancy? Pfft. Wouldn't happen anymore and as for having elite combat troops, again what's the point? We've already got camps to train elite groups like the Shadow Guard who are not to be fucked with and we have more than enough resources to create an army of golems that would be just as loyal and kick the shit out of our enemies.\"\n\"Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore! Our superiors have their reasons, as does the Emperor! Let us just take this baby and be done with this task!\"\n\nThe two clerks left the infirmary with you that day where upon you were accepted as a suitable candidate and put into The Eternal Program.\n\nYou don't remember too much during the time of your very young years, except that you are mostly confined to a room where all your basic needs are met. On a daily basis, a couple bigger people come in to check on you. They have you perform various physical tasks as well as spending time to teach you things like basic reading and writing. Sometimes they ask you various questions and write down your responses while other times they come in and stab you with painful needles with fluid in them. (You don't like those times)\n\nYou don't really understand it all, except that you know that the Emperor is always watching you. He is everywhere even if you don't see him. He is keeping an eye on your actions and you must always obey his will, lest you be punished. You know this to be true because you have this repeatedly told to you.\n\nEventually your relative isolation would come to an end." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 5\n\nYou are sitting in a gray room at a desk with several other children your age. All of you glance at each other a lot and it is obvious that there is much curiosity, but nobody speaks. This is very unusual for you, up until now, you have only had minimal contact with others. Most of them are male like you, but a few of them are female.\n\nSoon the silence comes to an end when a dark skinned woman walks into the room. She has long hair and sharp features. One thing you notice is that despite her long hair covering her ears you can still see that the tips of them are pointed. She must be elven, but in the pictures you've seen in books, you've never seen one with dark skin before.\n\n\"Hello children, and congratulations on maintaining dignified silence during your time by yourselves. It's nice to see that your previous human minders aren't totally incompetent. Still, if you were Svelk children you would've been much better trained by now. Ah, but it is not my place to dwell on the limitations of the lesser born. I am merely here to oversee your training into proper Eternals so that you may serve the Emperor to your fullest capabilities. Now before we begin, I suggest you all ask questions now, because this will probably be the only time I will be in the mood for your ignorance.\"\n\nFor a moment nobody speaks, but when the elven lady insists, one brave soul raises their hand.\n\n\"Yes, you.\"\n\"Are you an elf?\"\n\"Yes, I am. While the ignorant would use the vulgar term dark elf to describe me, my kind are more properly known as the Svelk. In fact WE are the purest of the elven race. All others you may have the misfortune of meeting are merely diluted members of our bloodline. They are truly pitiful creatures really only fit for extermination. Remember this.\"\n\n\"Yes, you.\"\n\"What is your name?\"\n\"My name is unimportant, but you and the rest will always address me as Mistress. Failure to do so will earn my wrath, and more importantly the wrath of the Emperor. Remember this.\"\n\n\"Yes, you.\"\n\"What will you teach us?\"\n\nA second passes after the question, when a small bolt of light from the Svelk's finger tips and hits the child in the chest asking the question. He falls backwards out of his chair and on to the floor. The rest of you jump in your own chairs and look back at him. He is breathing very erratically.\n\n\"I will teach you to OBEY my commands when I give them!\" Mistress shouts, she then warns the rest of you.\n\n\"Don't you dare touch him, let alone help him! (Sigh) And here I thought you lot had been trained better! It occurs to me that I will have to be extra strict in my discipline. As to the question about what I will teach you… I will teach you to be warriors. I will teach you to be wizards if you display the talent. I will teach you to shed yourselves of weakness. I will teach you to serve the Emperor without question and kill without mercy and you will always obey for you will find strength in obedience. You will find joy in order. You will find love in murder. You shall be instruments of terror and genocide if he so wishes it. You will be Eternals…or you will die. Remember this.\"\n\nAfter Mistress' speech, the child she struck down eventually struggles back up and gets back in his seat, clutching his chest and still wheezing.\n\n\"I trust you have learned your lesson?\"\n\"Y…yes…Mistress…\" he gasps.\n\"Good, now one more question before we begin…you there. What is your question? Speak up!\" Mistress demands while pointing at you, though you have not raised your hand.\n\nYou don't wish to disagree with Mistress, so you stumble and try to think up a question.\n\n\"Uh…er…I was just wondering when will you teach us to fight Mistress?\"\nMistress raises an eyebrow and gives a smirk as she approaches you.\n\"Fight? And what makes you think that YOU are even ready to learn yet? Do you have even the slightest knowledge of combat tactics?\"\n\"No, Mis…\" before you can even complete the sentence Mistress knocks you out of your chair with a quick jab with her hand, the pain from your face spreads to your chest when Mistress steps on it with her boot. She digs it into you and presses all her weight on it, while the rest of your class looks on.\n\n\"Damn right, no you don't. You weren't even alert enough to anticipate my attack. You let me get in close and now look at you, you're completely at my mercy. I am in a position to do whatever I like with you, while you are only in a position to beg or die. So what will it be worm? Are you going to beg for your miserable life, or should I save the Empire's time and money by killing you now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beg" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pain is great and you want it to be over with as quickly as possible so you cry out and scream for mercy to Mistress. To this, she merely laughs cruelly and continues to step on your chest.\n\n\"Ha ha ha ha! If this was a real fight do you think an enemy would should you mercy? You truly are pathetic, how did the Empire ever decide that YOU would be a worthy candidate to be an Eternal? Begging for your wretched life as if it was important. It isn't. Your life is nothing! ALL of your lives are nothing! Your lives will never be anything more than warm bodies to serve the Emperor! The question is, will you even be able to live up to that honored status? The answer is no, if you do not learn mercy is for the weak. Remember this.\"\n\nAt this point Mistress finally takes her foot off of you and much like your other classmate hit by her magic bolt, you slowly get up and back in your seat, clutching your chest. You sniffle and try to keep yourself from crying, but the tears are still there. A glare from Mistress causes you to quickly wipe your eyes and try to compose yourself the best you can.\n\nTime passes by under the harsh guidance of Mistress. She teaches you all that she promised she would and then some. Your lessons are not only that of a combat nature, but of an academic one as well. You wouldn't be aware of it, but you and your classmates are probably much better educated than other children your age.\n\nAs for you, Mistress never lets you forget of how you begged for your life in front of everyone. While it is true that she sadistically taunts everyone at one time or another, it doesn't make your emotional and psychological scars go away.\n\nThis shame you experience causes you to become more insecure and you constantly feel the need to prove to everyone that you aren't weak. When you are called upon to spar with your fellow classmates, you always fight aggressively. For the most part you usually win, and you typically break a few bones of some of your fellow classmates. The lessons of being humiliated by Mistress have not been forgotten. You can't ever let yourself be put in a vulnerable position again and you must be brutal, it's the only way you'll be able to please the Emperor.\n\nYour personality doesn't go unnoticed by your instructor and watchers, they make note of it and decide how you should be handled in the next step of your training.\n\nYear 12\n\nYou are in a room with a few of your fellow classmates standing in a row. Most of your class has been separated for reasons unknown to you. All you know right now is there is a scarred orc in worn battle armor arguing with a well dressed man who is human. They are speaking about you, but not actually speaking TO you…\n\n\"What? I thought the whole point of this program was to create an elite fighting group like the Shadow Guard, why are you splitting them up and intending to put some of them in regular military units?\" the orc questions.\n\"Things have changed since the program's inception. Besides, if the latest military reports are any indication I'd say you could use a better quality of recruits, or at least I hope that's the problem and it isn't due to a lack of proper training.\" the man dressed in black formal wear calmly retorts.\n\"Hey! I train every grunt I get to be the best killer they can be! I've conquered more territory for the Empire than anyone! My record speaks for itself and I could do a hell of a lot more if you put me on the front lines again, so don't try to tell me I'm not doing my fucking job!\"\n\"Be that as it may, I'd say you still could benefit by having a few Eternals in your ranks, if nothing else than to be a good example.\"\n\"Good example? HAH! We haven't even seen one of these so-called Eternals in action yet! It's all been just speculation, and a waste of time and money if you ask me! The Empire should be providing better equipment and more of it, for soldiers on the Rask Frontier, it's a fucking meat grinder out there and we're constantly having to put down rebellions by the natives.\"\n\"Well nobody ASKED you, captain and your problems are not mine to deal with. This is the Emperor's project and he has his reasons. If I were you I'd watch your tone. Victories or not, you are a servant of the Emperor and you will obey orders or you will be replaced.\"\n\nThe orc captain steps back from the well dressed man then he takes a deep breath, before speaking.\n\n\"You are lucky that I do serve the Emperor, for that is the only thing keeping me from ripping out your throat, human…very well I shall take these so called Eternal whelps, but let it be known that I shall be testing them to the limit and then some. If they fail, they shall die like anyone else unable to keep up.\"\n\"As you wish commander, I leave it in your capable hands. You will keep me apprised of their progress on a weekly basis. Good day.\" The well dressed man says and leaves the room, leaving you all alone with the orc commander. You've never seen a real orc in person before, but he looks every bit as intimidating from what you've read about them, even if he is much more articulate than you expected.\n\nHe walks up and down the row sizing you all up before speaking.\n\n\"I am Captain Gruz, and I will be in charge of the rest of your training until the Emperor deems otherwise. I imagine that your former instructor was that dark elven bitch, so I trust you all know by now that failure and weakness have no place here. Correct?\"\n\"Yes Captain!\" you all shout in unison.\n\"Heh, well glad to see her skills in teaching discipline are still as effective as ever. Good. Now let's see how good your combat skills are…\"\n\nAt this point you and your fellow classmates instinctively start to pair up to spar with each other, but Gruz stops you.\n\n\"What are you lot doing? I didn't tell you to get out of formation!\"\n\"But captain, you said to prove our combat skills.\" One boy speaks up.\n\"I…oh wait I see. She had you fighting each other. Typical dark elven training. Create mistrust and loathing even when there is no need for it. (Sigh) I can see I'm going to have to undo some of the shit she instilled in you if I'm going to mold you into the proper killing tools.\"\n\nTime goes by and Captain Gruz begins to train you in various forms of combat, though it's different. He teaches you and your classmates to fight as a team. This usually involves various large beasts similar to what you have already fought or even small groups of goblinoids. It takes awhile for you to adapt, but after seeing the first couple of casualties, you and the rest manage to pull together to defeat your enemies.\n\nAcademically speaking, you are not taught much. Captain Gruz figures that Mistress taught you enough math and literacy to get by in life. Besides not much need for all that fancy learnin' stuff when you're going to be chopping people's heads off on the battlefield.\n\nCaptain Gruz is just as uncompromising as Mistress in his training, but he seems less gleeful about it. His verbal abuse is more direct and to the point rather than gloating about your failures. He still reminds you all regularly about how it is your sworn duty to serve the Emperor, but you hardly need him to tell you that, to believe otherwise is unthinkable.\n\nAs for you, you find yourself given a role of leadership. Captain Gruz noted your tendency to be one of the first to charge into battle. He however also has some advice for you.\n\n\"I respect your desire for battle, but if you do not control your insecurities you will one day find yourself needlessly unprepared. I suspect that dark elven bitch did something humiliating to you that has resulted in your behavior. Effective in some ways I suppose, but if you truly want to be a leader of men and command respect, you need to master your emotions as you would your weapons. You must do away with insecurities and be fully confident in your abilities. You must walk into battle already KNOWING that you will win, not charging in with a chip on your shoulder with some misguided desire to prove yourself. That's a quick way to get yourself killed. Contrary to popular belief, your goal is NOT to die for the Emperor. Your goal is to survive and make the other dumb bastards die so that you may continue to serve the Emperor. Think on this when you lead your fellows into your next training assignment.\"\n\nThe captain's words carry much weight with you and in the years during your training you manage to purge most of your doubts about yourself as well as becoming an accomplished warrior.\n\nYour instructor and watchers once again note your growth and skills, and as usual they make decisions on how you will best serve the Emperor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 16\n\nYou are called into Captain Gruz's office, when you arrive you see the well dress man that you saw four years ago standing with him… and debating with him again.\n\n\"I'm telling you Mr. Mol, I think they should work in the same unit. They've trained together and they've worked together so well at this point that splitting them up would be folly. Hell, these people have known each other since birth! You know that better than anyone!\" Gruz says.\n\"Yes, captain I'm well aware of the situation, and normally I might agree if their were more of them, but I think their expertise would better serve if we deployed them separately in problem areas of the Empire.\" Mr. Mol replies.\n\"You don't break up a well oiled machine! I guarantee having them all in the same unit will be a better idea. I mean we still haven't sent them into a real battle yet! Wouldn't it be better to see if they can get the job done first before placing them in charge of others?\"\n\"And what a perfect opportunity to lose them all, if something unexpected should happen.\"\n\"Oh for…look that could've happened here! And if you're so worried about them all getting killed in battle then what was the fucking point then? Besides, if they do prove to be useless in battle, better we find that out sooner rather than later when they're in charge of others and getting them killed as well!\"\n\nMr. Mol thinks for a moment and then replies.\n\n\"Hmmm, very well you do have a point captain. We'll try it your way at first and go from there. Have them deployed in the Nalin province. Your services here have been useful as ever. Good day.\"\n\nMr. Mol, steps out and commander Gruz addresses you.\n\n\"Well you heard all that, you and your fellow Eternal babies are being sent to the Nalin province. It's not the Rask Frontier, but it's a suitable first challenge for you guys. We've been trying to settle the conquest of that place for a few years now, and technically it is part of the Empire, but we're still having problems with the Kobold population there. Little bastards are determined to resist and have been conducting a fairly effective guerilla war since we arrived. Though I blame that more on the incompetence of the commander in that region. If I was stationed there, this shit would've been taken care of a long time ago…but I'm not, so unfortunately you will have to report to Captain Pollo.\"\n\nCaptain Gruz approaches you closer before continuing.\n\n\"Now I'm putting you in charge of your unit for reasons I'm sure you're aware of. While I'm confident I've made the right choice, the burden will ultimately be on you to prove to be an effective leader. Remember, you're not just a normal soldier, you're supposed to be an Eternal. An instrument of destruction ordered by the Emperor himself. Failure is never an option for you. Even now there are rumors about your kind, and when you finally show yourselves you will be met by fear, awe, hatred and even distain. Prove yourselves and you will live up to the name that your were given. Anyway, the caravan picking you up will arrive tomorrow. Good luck and dismissed.\"\n\nWith this you leave and tell the rest of your people about where you're going and the general nature of what to expect. They all seem pretty excited to prove themselves, and to be honest so are you. At last you will get the chance to prove yourself and can only imagine that the Emperor will be pleased by what he will see.\n\nThe next day, you and your unit are picked up and the ride there is uneventful, but your unit spends a little time talking about things they see on the way. This is the first time all of you have probably been away from the training center you've spent all your lives in. Curiosity about some of the surroundings is natural, but it isn't just the casual talk that's different.\n\nYour comrades are different. They are less reserved than they once were. Captain Gruz might've been a strict instructor, but in addition to encouraging teamwork he was also prone to encourage you guys to have a few hours of free time. This loosening of the reigns a bit, allowed a certain amount of familiarity with each other that wasn't just on a professional level anymore. Even you have felt yourself changing personality wise.\n\nStill you are all Eternals, and you are loyal to the Emperor. You will never forget that your duty comes first.\n\nEventually you all arrive at Fort Glory in the Nalin province where you are stared at by several soldiers who whisper among themselves. None of you pay it any mind though, you simply report to Captain Pollo. He doesn't look anything like Captain Gruz. He's human for one thing and wears lighter armor which is impeccably clean. When he sees you, he almost looks bored, like you were interrupting him, but you when you came in he was reclined in his chair and not doing anything of importance.\n\n\"So…you are the Eternals I've heard so much about. Humph. I don't see anything special except that pretty one over there. Oh no, not you dear. That blonde muscular one in the back. Yes, delicious.\" Captain Pollo says pointing to one of your men and not even getting out of his chair.\n\n\"Captain Pollo, we are here for our assignments so that we may serve the Emperor.\" You say.\n\"(Sigh) I suppose you are this unit's leader?\"\n\" Yes, captain. I am currently their leader and holding the rank of sergeant due to my excellence in my training exercises.\"\n\"Sergeant? YOU? Why you're a mere boy! All of you are just children! I ask them for more men and they send me children! The only thing you all would be good for is cleaning the fort! In fact that's what you can go do right now, starting with the toilets!\"\n\nThis is exactly what Captain Gruz said would happen. This is your first test.\n\n\"Captain, we have been trained in several forms of combat and fully ready to fight. Send us into battle and we will prove ourselves. We are here to perform our duty for the Emperor and all that entails.\"\n\"All that entails eh? Okay, you want a fight? A few miles east of here, you'll find a town called Dalt. Its filled with ignorant peasants that constantly whine to us that there are a nest of kobolds lurking in the hills near them. We're stretched out as it is and can't spare anymore troops to waste on towns that are of no military importance in the grand scheme of things. Go there and take care of their problem, then maybe we'll have more to talk about.\"\n\nYou nod and all of you leave, but before you are able to Pollo calls you back.\n\n\"Oh one more thing sergeant. Order one of your men to stay here with me. I think you know by now which one I mean.\"\n\nAt this point you're in genuine shock. You may be young, and even a little detached from normal 'society\" but you know exactly what Captain Pollo is implying. You can honestly feel more than surprised by this though.\n\n\"Captain, I will need all of my team to have the best chance to succeed in this mission.\" You say.\n\"Oh? Well sorry, but you'll have to make do like everyone else here does. Or you could clean the fort like I first ordered you to do, which you chose to ignore.\"\n\nIt's a no win situation, though you try to figure out a loophole that takes the responsibility off of you.\n\n\"Captain, you are of a higher rank than me, surely you could just order him yourself.\"\n\"Ha ha, nice try. No. You want to be a leader of men? You need to make this decision yourself. Tis quite easy I would think. Sacrifice one for the good of the rest. If anything I'd say he's the lucky one. He gets to stay here enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, and won't have to be mucking about with kobolds and dealing with idiotic peasants.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave him behind" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unfortunately Pollo is right, the only decision that makes sense is to leave Gerald behind.\n\nStill, you aren't fond of the idea though not necessarily for the moral reasons that most would be. This is an unproductive use of your team's talents and pointless in the scheme of things. You can't believe the Empire would allow such a petty man to be in charge of the safety of a province and why isn't the Emperor aware of such inefficiency?\n\n\"Very well.\"\n\"I knew you'd see things my way. Have fun playing with the kobolds. You're dismissed.\"\n\nYou leave Pollo's office where your team is still waiting for you.\n\n\"Gerald, I regret that you will not be coming with us on this mission. The Captain wants you to stay with him.\" You say.\n\"What?! But I'm ready to fight!\" he protests.\n\"There will be other missions, I promise you. We will prove ourselves so well on this one, that they will have no choice but to send us out on a regular basis. However, your orders are clear in this matter, you are to remain here with Captain Pollo.\"\n\"B…yes sir.\"\n\nJust before Gerald goes into the captain's office, you whisper into his ear.\n\n\"Accidents happen.\"\n\nHe's a little puzzled by this comment, but you and the rest of your team proceed to your assignment and nobody says anything more about it.\n\nWhen you finally get to the town, it's a sorry sight. A lot of the buildings are damaged and the streets are filled with debris. There are a few people attempting to clean up the place, but it's clear that they're all very demoralized.\n\n'Oh, I see the Empire has finally decided to help us; well you're too late! The kobolds raided this town last night and as you can see completely trashed the place!\" says a disheveled man.\n\"The Empire has many places it has to protect citizen. It is regrettable that your town was attacked, but we are here now to eliminate the problem.\"\n\"You're here now? Where the fuck were you last night when my wife was killed by those ugly little bastards?\" the man says getting in your face.\n\"Calm yourself citizen, this will not help your situation.\"\n\"My situation? I just said my wife is fucking DEAD! I don't give a shit about my situation anymore you fucking Empire dickhead! Fuck you and your fucking Emperor!\"\n\nIt is at this point the man unwisely pushes your chest with his hand and you instantly grab it and break his whole arm. He predictably crumples in excruciating pain, screaming as the bone juts out of the skin and blood runs out of his body into the mud. All the other towns people who have seen this back off or hide, as they are rightfully worried about what you're going to do next.\n\n\"Now listen up citizens of Dalt! I understand that you've all been through a lot, but that is not a reason to give in to insolence! You are all Empire subjects and you will show proper respect or what's left of this town will suffer in such a manner that you'll think what the kobolds did was a birthday party.\"\n\nThe man whose arm you broke begins to scream more obscenities at you in between his regular howls of pain. You look at Kane and nod. Kane finishes the man off by quickly decapitating him. You take his head and throw it before one of the crowd of peasants who look on in horror.\n\n\"Remember this.\" You say.\n\nYou remain in the town of Dalt for the night and get rooms from an overly cooperative innkeeper. He also tells you a little information about the kobolds such what direction they came from, what sort of equipment they were using and how many there were during the attack. Before getting some rest you spend a little of the time discussing strategy with your team. You all don't show it too much, but you are all a little excited about tomorrow.\n\nThe next day you set off towards the wooded hills, it doesn't take long before you see a kobold patrol wandering around. They look exactly like how you've seen them in books, sort of like scaly goblins, but from what you've heard, a lot more cunning.\n\nYour team attempts to be stealthy, but perhaps it's due to the excitement of this first \"real\" battle. Edgar isn't as silent as he should be and clumsily steps on a few twigs alerting the patrols.\n\nThe kobold patrol sees all of you, yell excitedly in their language and run away. Edgar is about to chase them, but you knock him to the ground.\n\n\"What the hell?\" he says wondering why you stopped him.\n\"Trap, Edgar. Look.\" You say and point to a tripwire that would've triggered a spiked log that he almost stepped on.\n\"Oh.\" He says.\n\"You were trained better than that Edgar and we went over this last night! This area is probably going to be filled with traps. Now come on, we don't have the luxury of a surprise attack any more.\"\n\nThe remainder of this attack is a tedious exercise in cautiousness broken up by quick battles. The kobolds really have set up traps everywhere and take full advantage of your team's slow movement to launch periodic ambushes themselves. Fortunately they are very poor warriors even in large numbers and you easily dispatch them. All your fighting eventually leads to a cave, which you sort of figured it would. You warn your team that this place is probably going to be a maze and heavily trapped as well.\n\n\"Should we split up so we can cover more ground?\" Brenda asks.\n\"No, we're going to be neck deep in them when we go into that cave. They may be poor warriors, but even enough of them could overwhelm one or two of us. If we stick together we'll be fine. Besides, we're going to be here awhile anyway.\"\n\nThere \"awhile\" isn't an exaggeration. You spend the remainder of the day and night killing kobolds. Your team seems to enjoy it, but you eventually start to get bored of the monotony. You don't even bat an eye when you come across what seems to be a breeding chamber and you exterminate all the female kobolds and their young. Eventually you reach a large cave clearing where you meet the leader.\n\n\"Sssss! Defilersss! Murderersss!\" a slightly larger kobold hisses at you from some sort of primitive throne and then orders his guards to attack. It's rather pathetic, as they fare no better than the rest. A few quick sword and axe blows and this kobold chieftain is alone.\n\nWhile the rest of your team is eager to kill him like the rest, you have a slightly better idea for him. You engage him in singles combat, which is over pretty quickly. You then subdue him with some rope you have in your pack.\n\n\"Why are we taking him as prisoner? We're Eternals! We don't take prisoners!\" Edgar shouts.\n\"Yeah, we also aren't supposed to miss obviously placed traps either, so there's a first time for everything. Besides I've got a good idea for this one.\"\n\nYou drag the kobold leader back to town who curses you the whole time in a mixture of his language and yours. When you arrive it is now dawn and the townspeople are surprised to see you back, let alone with a kobold in tow.\n\nYou tie the kobold leader to a tree near the center of the town and address everyone.\n\n\"Citizens of Dalt! The kobold nest has been completely destroyed. This…thing was the leader of this particular nest and most likely orchestrated the raid; do with him as you will. There of course are other kobold nests in this province, but the Eternals will be taking care of this long overdue problem. All the Empire needs in this matter is your continued obedience and loyalty.\"\n\nAfter giving this speech you and your team take your leave and hear the screams of the kobold leader as the villagers torture and rip him apart.\n\nWhen you arrive back at Fort Glory, other soldiers are surprised to see all of you back alive. It was assumed that at best, half of you would be dead. There is a possible thought of whether you actually succeeded and didn't just come back in failure, but given that Kane took it upon himself to take \"trophies\" his gruesome necklace of kobold ears makes it pretty clear that the job was done.\n\nWhen you report however, it seems the fort has undergone a change in leadership\n\n\"I'm Lieutenant Anu and now in charge of Fort Glory until further notice. First things first, did you accomplish your mission?\n\"Mission accomplished, we killed them all lieutenant. All of their warriors, all of their women, all of their babies, pets, their leader, all of them.\"\n\"Well always helps to be sure. Which brings me to the next point. Your man Gerald is currently in the stockade. In fact he may be facing execution.\"\n\"Might I inquire why, sir?\"\n\"I'd say you'd probably know as much about it as I do, but if I had to guess? Captain pervert put the moves on him and your man took exception to it and killed him. He claims it was an accident, but there's no way the captain twisted his own head ALL THE WAY AROUND just by tripping and falling over.\"\n\"If Gerald says it was an accident, then I believe him sir.\"\n\"Okay look, I'm not going to sit here and say that the captain wasn't complete scum. I should know I had to serve along side him for the past five years. I saw how he'd have teenage boys brought to his office. Now I know you guys are these Eternals that we've all heard about, but dammit man, we can't just have murders within the ranks, we have to respect some sort of order here!\"\n\"We're all about respecting order sir…I suppose if it is absolutely necessary to execute Gerald, then that will be regrettable. I would however say that Gerald's actions actually contributed to more order here and will better for the Empire in general.\"\n\"How so?\"\n\"The removal of captain Pollo, has allowed you to move up in rank and judging by your feelings on this matter you are a person who respects military decorum. I have no doubt, the fort will be run more efficiently now.\"\n\nLieutenant Anu chuckles a bit. \"I'd almost think you were trying to butter me up to save your guy, but I already know you genuinely believe what you're saying and you're right anyway. (Sigh) Well…I suppose accidents do happen. Nobody here is going to miss Pollo, so I'll have Gerald released and write up a report.\"\n\"Sir, can I make a request?\"\n\"Don't you think you're pushing your luck?\"\n\"Not my intention sir, but I was going to ask if there's anything my group could do here that's a little more challenging than killing kobolds?\"\n\"Hmm, yes I imagine you would feel that way...well on the furthest southern edge of the province there have been bands of nomadic raiders and there have been rumors of them organizing under some sort of shaman. Dunno if it's true or not. Of course we could also transfer you someplace where the battle is a little more suited to your violence level.\"" } ]

[ "Horror", "Post-Apocalyptic", "RPG", "Serious", "Zombie" ]

[ 7507, 3411, 2294, 1150, 446, 170, 218, 648 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category: horror Story elements: Horror, Post-Apocalyptic, RPG, Serious, Zombie \nCan you survive the Zombie Apocalypse? While challenging, it's not as hard as the movies would have you believe - where they always make the worst possible decisions for the sake of drama. At least here, you will be offered logical choices amid the foolhardy and your character cares about survival even more than you do. A serious game with gory detail.\nCameos (try to find them all!)\nAman: Hairy bearded sledge guy\napplegirl: Coffee mug zombie teen\nBetaband: Neighbor's fish tank brought to you by Betaband\nCovElite: The Cannibal Gaunt Zombie\nEndMaster: A survivor tells about seeing a black hooded man walking among the zombie hordes and directing them like death itself\nFireplay: A madman with a taste for fire\nJMgskills: A zombie wearing a red shirt with the logo \"YOU DIED - END GAME.\"\nMarmotlord: A School Mascot on the run\nplaya988: A rather short, buzz-cut, zombie in a baggy white t-shirt and jeans that gets sniped\nsimplesabley: Tomboy survivor girl\nSindriV: A mysterious corpse in the street\nSolxd7: A police officer shit out of luck\nSwiftstryker: Zombie in a speedo\nThisisBo: An oddly \"talkative\" zombie not terribly interested in eating brains\nugilick: Karate kicking conquistador\nSpecial Thanks To:\nAman; AtomicWaste; blob; Briar_Rose; HoraceTorys; MBrock; playa988; ugilick\n(For their invaluable feedback and playtesting efforts!)\n As the masterful storyteller, it's your duty to transport the user into a realm of your making, where they're at the heart of every twist and turn. We're in this for the long haul: each of your replies should significantly propel the story forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dead Man Walking! (Zombie Survival)\n\nCan you survive the Zombie Apocalypse? While challenging, it's not as hard as the movies would have you believe - where they always make the worst possible decisions for the sake of drama. Here, at least, you will be offered logical choices amid the foolhardy and your character cares about survival even more than you do. A serious game with gory detail.\n\nStyle\n\nThere is a lot of reading in this story. Pages are filled with lengthy descriptions of who, what, when, where, why, & how. The story is quite long (over 2100 pages) and comes in three major sections (of varying length, depending on what you choose to do in them). Don't forget your 'Save Game' option...\n\nSections\n\nThe first section is the shortest and involves escaping the subway tunnels.\n\nThe second section involves moving around within the city and escaping.\n\nThe third section involves moving through the suburbs to find and save your family.\n\nObjective\n\nGet the best ending (or) Get the highest score (or) Kill the most zombies (or) All of the above?\n\nScoring\n\nEach choice is assigned a value from 10 - 50 points: Generally, 10 points are given for a bad decisions, 30 points for neutral decisions, and 50 points for the most logical choices. 20 & 40 points are also awarded, when certain choices fall between the other values. Your final Score at the end of the game is the total of all the decisions made, multiplied by a number of special factors (depending on what you accomplish during play).\n\nNote that the highest possible score will not be achieved by making all the right choices - as making the best choices often allow you to bypass certain other 'choice-filled' events, that will net you more points in the long run (if survived) than by simply skipping them altogether in the first place.\n\nEndings\n\nAs this is a zombie game, the very best ending can only be achieved by not getting bit at all, but there are still a number of interesting endings available, even if you do get chomped on a time or two. In fact, you are not likely to get the Highest Score with the very best ending - but that's the trade-off.\n\nWith each 'Death Page' and the 'Official Endings', you will have the chance to see how you did before quitting (or going back). A Rundown is included that shows how many zombies and/or people you killed, how many people you saved, how many zombies munched your brains, and of course your Total Score. If at the end of your game you have 10,000 or more points, you will also be able to see a write-up of the Zombie Virus and Zombie Types used during the game.\n\nThe type of ending you achieve will also be reflected in the last digit of your Final Score: Death Pages will produce a score ending in '0'; Official Endings will show a '5'; and the Very Best Ending will show a '7'.\n\nPost a comment to show your high scores to the world!\n\nTroubleshooting\n\nPlease PM me if you find bugs or breaks in logic (such as walking on foot in one scene, then riding a mountain bike in the next, without ever having found the mountain bike first). The most helpful thing you could do is tell me the name of the page with the bug (and) the name of the page you came into that page from, plus a description of what's not working correctly.\n\nGood Luck!\n\nThis game dedicated to my lovely LadyZerka (and Five Hundred Feet of Heavy Rope in a Barrel) =)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Begin..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dead Man Walking.\n\nYou are drifting through darkness, floating weightless in an inky black void. Slowly you realize you are not quite awake, but coming out of unconsciousness; you must have passed out for some reason. You try to sit up, but some unseen force holds your body down. With a note of frustration you realize again that you are still not fully awake. Focusing your will you try to start yourself awake, and for a moment it seems to work – you sit up and look around and can see that you are in a dark tunnel with very little light. You notice a man stooped over some object to your right and try to call out to him, but your voice does not work. Regardless, the man turns to look at you and it is then that you see it is not a man at all, but a smoky silhouette of shadow in vaguely a man-like shape. The thing sets upon you in a flash and you feel a smothering presence overpowering you in the darkness, wrapping you up, holding you down; trying to invade you. In panic you jolt awake – this time for real.\n\nThe first thing you notice is a sharp stabbing pain in your head. Reaching up, you feel your hair matted in blood and grimace as you run your fingers over the jagged edges of what must surely be a serious head wound. Part of your scalp has actually been torn free of your skull and hangs in a greasy mess over your ear. You're not bleeding from the wound very much – it seems to have clotted – but you definitely should get it seen by a medical professional sooner than later…\n\nIn addition, your left arm, shoulder, and side are numb. Moving them slightly, you wince at small twinges of pain here and there, but are relieved to see that they are not broken – though it does seem that you have been thrown down on that side recently and with significant force.\n\nSitting yourself up against a wall of cool damp stone you take in your surroundings. The floor is of hard packed dirt with a thick layer of dust on top and (from what you can feel), quite a bit of shattered safety glass lays around you. In the air you smell a mix of smoke and ozone, like when an electrical outlet shorts out. That and the heavy stink of blood (your own maybe, you do seem to have lost quite a bit) and something reminiscent of burning hair… All in all, it's somewhat hard to breathe, as if you're not quite getting enough oxygen with each breath.\n\nIt is very dark, but a dim greenish glow stemming from a huge mass of twisted metal before you gives enough illumination to at least make out your hand in front of your face, as well as what's immediately around you. Looking at the mass in front of you, you can see that it is the wreckage of a subway train – or perhaps even two trains – as if one had run up into another on the same track. Now however, the subway cars choke the dark tunnel you are in, cast zigzag across the tracks in a crumpled and jagged pile of wreckage. The greenish glow comes from inside the smashed train cars themselves and you surmise that it would be illumination from the emergency exits.\n\nLooking to your right, you see a mangled body without a head. You shudder and wonder what it was you saw standing over that body in your half-conscious dream state.\n\nThinking back, you try to remember how you could have arrived in such a predicament, but you can't get past the pain in your head. Your memory is all cloudy. How much of it have you lost? All of it apparently; you can't even recall your own name. Looking yourself over for a clue to your own identity, you note that you are wearing reasonably savvy business attire with a gold watch. Unfortunately, the watch is broken, its face smashed and the hands stopped at 7:40 am.\n\nChecking your back pocket you find your wallet and upon looking inside, you find your license.\n\n\"Greg Bradley\", you say to yourself, reading the name off the ID. The address shows a street in the suburbs. There's also a photo of the wife and kids (you guess). The woman is pretty enough and there are two cute girls – a ten year old and a younger one, maybe seven.\n\nA twinge of frustration creeps into your mind. Why can't you remember anything? Isn't seeing things like this supposed to jar a memory or something? You take the photo out of the wallet and tuck it into your breast pocket. Checking the rest of the contents, you find a number of low-end credit cards, $50 cash, and a half dozen of your own business cards; showing that you are an accountant for the Morgan Corporation, located on the 24th floor of the Summit Tower.\n\nAlso in your possession is a crushed cell phone (totally dead) and a ring of keys including the key and fob to a Toyota, a house key, a PO Box key, a padlock key, and what you think is an elevator key marked 'ST 24'. Incidentally, your key chain also includes a small LED penlight – which upon testing in the darkness of the tunnel, seems to offer miniscule comfort against the engulfing blackness.\n\nIt occurs to you that you should probably find something to bandage your head with. You consider for a moment trying to use your shirt as a makeshift bandage. It seems to work in the movies.\n\nIt is then that you hear the rattle of movement from within the pile of train wreckage before you, followed by a long mournful sounding groan. Instinctively, you quickly turn off your penlight and remain still; waiting to see what is making the noise without yet revealing your presence. You don't hear the sound again and wonder if some injured person is trapped there in the twisted subway cars, waiting for you to make the first move…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait quietly for help to arrive" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit in the darkness waiting. Surely someone must know about this train wreck and will be coming to the rescue any minute.\n\nThe minutes pass…\n\nThe hour passes…\n\nAnd then hours pass…\n\nYou have been sitting in the darkness for a long time and are starting to feel weak and dizzy in addition to being in pain. Maybe you should have tried to find help for yourself, rather than sit here, probably bleeding out this whole time. On a side note, whoever is there in the train wreckage still seems to be alive – moaning incoherently from time to time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You bind your head with cloth from your shirt" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you tear some strips from your shirt, the noise seems to attract the attention of the person trapped in the train wreckage. The low mournful groans suddenly turn into heavy desperate panting snarls and a flurry of rattling and shaking from that direction. Whoever is making those noises does not sound very well off or even sane at this point.\n\nYou quickly bind your head and…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait to see what happens" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a disturbingly wet 'tearing' sound and you can hear the desperate panting snarls suddenly beginning to get closer. You wait nervously in the dark, straining to see, as it emerges from the wreckage. Crawling toward you over the caved-in side of an overturned subway car is a bloody corpse, its lower half fully torn away at the waist and trailing innards behind. The thing can't possibly be alive, but there it is, frothing bloody foam at the mouth and snapping hungry jaws at you – like something right out of an old horror movie!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You find a large stone to smash its head in with" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking along the wall of the dark tunnel with your penlight, you spot a large chunk of cinderblock and quickly heft it up. The horrible thing is still clawing toward you when you bring the heavy piece of concrete down on the back of its head crushing it skull with a sickening splurch of blood, bone, and gray matter.\n\nYou are still filled with adrenaline and somewhat dizzy from your exertion, when you look up to the sound of more moaning; and see two more subway passengers, shuffling towards you with outstretched arms from the front part of the train wreck. While they are not moving very quickly, they are on their feet and making a beeline straight for you. They are far enough away from you at the moment, that you are fairly sure you can easily avoid them if you so choose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait and attack them with your cinder block" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your cinderblock smashed one lunatic's head in easy enough; it should work on two more just as well. You have time to maneuver to a higher position on the wreckage of the train cars and there wait for the two subway passengers to pass by. That's when you'll get the jump on them.\n\nSure enough, the two moaning subway passengers stumble by, not immediately seeing you from your position of ambush. As you leap down at them, you notice that both already look pretty mangled by the train wreck itself – one even walking on a completely dislocated ankle. Your chunk of cinderblock comes down with you, striking squarely on the top of the first's head. The monster crumples under the blow immediately as its head explodes in a messy display – along with your chunk of cinderblock – which shatters in a dusty rain of crumbling bits.\n\nYou look with dismay at your now empty hands, trying to formulate a new plan of action through the mounting sense of panic. It is then that you realize the other one is already on you, having lunged with surprising agility for someone so broken up. Before you can do anything more, you are dragged to the ground as it lunges for your neck. Instinctively, you defend yourself with a raised arm, only to feel the monster bite deeply into it – tearing a chunk out and taking a moment to chomp on the meaty flesh.\n\nYou ignore the pain and grit your teeth, taking advantage of the monster's momentary distraction to reach blindly for anything on the ground around you to use as a weapon. Amazingly, your left hand brushes over something metallic and heavy enough to give you hope. You grab hold and slam the object into the lunatic's temple, knocking it over and allowing you to scramble up. You no longer have whatever it was in your hand, but the thing isn't getting up either. Not waiting to give it a moment's quarter, you stomp on the back of its neck repeatedly, crunching up its vertebrae, until you are satisfied that it isn't going to get up anytime soon. That is when you notice the railroad tie spike buried in the side of its head.\n\nTaking a moment to calm yourself and regain your wind you think about what to do next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You climb through the wreckage to the front of the subway train" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You move quickly, ignoring the mess behind you and the throbbing pain of your injuries, making your way over and through the wreckage of the train cars that scatter the tunnel in the direction the train was headed before the wreck.\n\nAlong the way you see dead bodies everywhere, smashed into the twisted metal of the wrecked train cars – each more gruesome than the last. Disturbingly, you also notice an unusually large amount of entrails scattered about. You somehow doubt that that many people could all have been disemboweled simultaneously by a simple train wreck – even one as serious as this one appears to be. You're not sure (and you certainly don't want to get close enough to find out firsthand), but some of the bodies even look as if they have recently been savaged, as if by some wild animals' rending jaws. As you get further along, you also notice a large number of bloody footprints headed in the same direction you are going. They seem to be joined by more and more footprints as you pass through one mangled subway car after another.\n\nAt length you get to the front of the train you must have been riding on. In walking, you surmise that you had been on the train and thrown out a window when it crashed. You must have struck your head when you landed, which knocked you out for who knows how long. On that thought, you risk approaching a random victim's arm sticking out of the wreckage to take their watch. Unlike yours, this one still works and indicates the time to be 6:04 pm. If that is correct, and your watch indicates the time of the crash, that means you were out of it for roughly ten hours. Wow, you'd better not go back to sleep until you can get yourself to a hospital or you might not wake up again. You also find a working cell phone in the aisle as you go and see that it still works, but there's no signal down here in the subway tunnel.\n\nLooking at the first car of your train, you see that it is completely flattened under the rear cars of another train. It looks as if the first train was stopped on the tracks and your train somehow ran into the back of it at a rather high rate of speed.\n\nContinuing on, you cautiously pass through the scattered cars of this train with much the same scene of carnage cast before your eyes, until you finally arrive at the head of the first train. Unlike your train the first car of this train is relatively intact. You know that at the very front of the train is a control room, which hopefully will have at least a first aid kit and if you're lucky, a working radio. As you approach, you see that all the bloody footprints leave the train at this point and continue down the tunnel in the direction the train was headed. They are quickly lost however in the hard-packed dirt and darkness of the tunnel itself – though following them won't be a problem – you only got one direction to go – unless you want to turn around and go back the way you just came." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search the train's control room before deciding what to do" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door to the train's control room is locked, but you are able to go outside and pull the smashed remains of the train car's windshield out, allowing you to climb inside. When the train was hit from behind, it caused the cars of both trains to accordion together, sending them sliding almost sideways down the tunnel into each other until this particular car got wedged in a narrow spot and caused the massive and jagged pileup behind it. As you enter the control room, you see that the driver of the train has been crushed to death by the front of the train as it smashed into the side of the tunnel and got wedged in. You try not to look too closely at his flattened and gore drained shell; or the pool of mess under what's left of his seat.\n\nChecking the area, you see a map of the train lines on one wall and note that the train was headed into the city before it crashed. That makes sense to you, as you would have been traveling from your house in the suburbs to your office in the city during the morning rush. Looking around some more, you find a well-stocked first aid kit, a proper flashlight, a crowbar, some signal flares, a large fire extinguisher, and working CB radio. You also find the train operator's book bag with his lunch in it and help yourself to the contents, seeing as he won't miss it anytime soon. You're actually surprised that it tastes so good, given that you're eating it in a small room with a horribly mangled corpse just a few feet away.\n\nAfter eating, you wrap your wounds in proper bandages and down a couple of pain pills and a no doze. You're pretty sure you don't want to fall asleep in here regardless of the head injury. You definitely don't feel safe down here in this tunnel of death. Packing the first aid kit, flashlight, and signal flares in the book bag, you heft the crowbar in your hand and check out the CB Radio – unfortunately, it's not the portable kind, but definitely worth trying to call for help on.\n\nYou consider trying to take the large fire extinguisher, but are not sure about the weight versus utility. It can wait till you're ready to leave, so you decide to address it again after trying the radio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try the CB Radio" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a while trying the current channel with no response, you try calling out on the other channels. Just when you are ready to give up, you dial channel 7 and hear a voice answer you on the other end.\n\n\"Help, I've been in a subway train wreck!\" you say over the com.\n\n\"This is Officer Main of the 3rd Precinct, who is this, over.\"\n\n\"Uh, my name is Greg Bradley\", you identify yourself, \"I'm on a wrecked subway car down in the tunnels, I don't know where exactly. Everyone onboard is either dead or gone.\"\n\nYou hear an awkward pause on the other end of the com, and then Officer Main's voice comes back on, slow and grim.\n\n\"Listen Greg, there is no easy way to tell you this, but the whole world has gone to shit, just like that train down there. Some sort of terrorist bio-weapon released on the city this morning. A poison gas, or virus, or the like. It causes those exposed to suffer death-like symptoms, including a semi rigor mortis like state, and then they go crazy with cannibalistic rage. Just like the zombies in them movies. And like the movies, you got to hit them in the head and destroy their brain in order to put them down for good. Also, if you get bit by one you got roughly ten minutes before you're one of them yourself – though I did heard this one guy actually lasted three hours before he changed. You haven't been bitten now have you\" he asks, pausing for a reply.\n\n\"No\", you say quickly, looking at your arm but not wanting to lose contact with what could possibly be the last living soul in the city.\n\n\"All right then,\" Officer Main continues, \"Here's what you need to do. Follow the tracks to the first station and get to the streets above. The first thing you need to do is avoid contact with any zombies. Next, you need to get your bearings and know where you are in the city – get a street map if you can. Then find a pry bar or tire iron and drop yourself into the nearest 'center of the street' manhole cover. It has to be one in the center of a main street, not a side street or manhole cover near the curb. And unless you're Lou Ferrigno, you'll need the tire iron to lever up the hundred and seventy five pound manhole cover. Obviously a light is going to be handy down there too.\"\n\n\"You still with me?\" he asks.\n\n\"Uh, yeah, I understand,\" you reply – more than a little apprehensive about some plan to go down into more dark tunnels with ravening cannibalistic zombies lurking about.\n\n\"Good\" he continues. \"Once inside, set the manhole cover back behind you – this should keep the zombies from following you in, unless you really piss them off for some reason. There shouldn't be any zombies in the sewer tunnels – or if there are, there'll be a hell of a lot less in there than on the streets. Once in the main sewer line, follow it just like you would the streets above to our Precinct House here on 3rd and Spring Street. You'll see street names marked at each intersection of the tunnels and they run directly under the center of most streets. When you get to 3rd and Spring Street, you'll need to be careful. The zombies are thick in this area, but we're nice and safe here in our Precinct House. Like a fortress here, and well-armed, so you don't got to worry once you're inside – you just have to make a dash from the street to the door is all – you are good at running right? Over.\"\n\n\"I'm injured; got a head wound\", you reply, \"but I suppose I can run a short distance all right. What about the hospitals though? I think I really need medical attention rather quickly. Uh, over.\"\n\n\"No, don't go to any hospital! They are all overrun with the dead and undead. We have medical supplies here and a triage unit with doctors and a surgeon. You get yourself here and we can help you. You hear?\"\n\n\"Yeah, thanks for the information. I'll try to get to you,\" you say, not really certain about it just yet.\n\n\"Good Luck. Over\" comes back the final reply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take a moment to give thought to the situation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After giving it some thought you conclude that you now have a number of things to consider. If the city really is overrun with zombies, then you'll need more than a crowbar to survive. You need real medical attention pretty soon too.\n\nThe 3rd Precinct seems to offer both and is in the direction the train was going.\n\nThen there is your home and family. You don't remember anything of them yet, but perhaps seeing one of them in person will trigger the return of your memories. You know they must love you and wonder if they are safe.\n\nHas the attack spread into the suburbs; or is it contained in the city? What if it spreads further? Is this the only city to be attacked; or are there more cities across the country facing the zombie threat?\n\nYou're not entirely sure how far your home is from the city, but you think you had just over a 40 minute commute – yeah, that sounds right. You try to work out in your head how far that would be in miles if you estimate the average speed of the train, when it occurs to you just to look at the line map on the wall of the control room. There you see that your suburb is twenty-six miles away from Summit Station (you presume under Summit Tower where you work), taking the green line from Summit Station to Fairmont Station and from there, the yellow line to Suburbia Station. Now all you need to know is where on the green line you are currently, which you won't find out until you walk in one direction or the other to a station.\n\nOf course, what is the point if you're just going to turn into one of those things in…\n\nYou look at your watch, it says 9:05pm…\n\nYou got about two hours left. Damn, that sucks.\n\nWith this weighing on your mind, you…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the heavy fire extinguisher & continue heading further into the city in the direction the train was going" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cautiously move through the silence of the tunnel, listening carefully as you go. You'd rather be anywhere else in the world than here right now, and the temptation just to give up, lie down, and die is almost overwhelming. You've never been prone to anxiety attacks, but this shit certainly has you on the edge.\n\nAfter traveling for what you thought was at least an hour, you look at your watch and see that it hasn't even been a full thirty minutes. Time flies when you're having fun, you think sarcastically.\n\nAfter another five or so minutes of plodding along, you begin to think you can see a dull light in the tunnel way up ahead. Turning your own light out momentarily confirms this, as you can definitely see a dull white glow in the tunnel – maybe a station you hope.\n\nWhatever it is, you're still a ways off; perhaps a quarter mile or so…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue toward the station" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you walk toward the light at the end of the tunnel, it seems to never get any closer – Damn; how far away is it?!?\n\nThat is when you realize that you have been dragging your feet as you walk recently – more stumbling forward actually than what could truly be considered a walk. Your muscles all feel tight and you're incredibly weak and tired – like your wounds and exhaustion are finally hitting you all at once.\n\nYou stop and steady yourself on the wall of the tunnel a moment as your head swims and you nearly pass out. Nice. You can see the light at the end of the tunnel and now you're going to pass out and get eaten by wandering zombies before you even can make it. Typical.\n\nYou begin to wonder if this is the zombie contagion at work – you have been bit after all. Are you really going to die and rise up as a brain eating monster?\n\nYuck. You never did like the thought of eating brains, or livers, or that other disgusting stuff people eat sometimes. Hell, you can't even swallow sushi without gaging.\n\nYeah, you'll make a real classy zombie, you think sarcastically to yourself, gagging on other peoples' brains.\n\nAfter another flash of near unconsciousness, you desperately look around the tunnel for some place of refuge to sit and weather out the storm – or at least a place to die in peace. You'd much rather be munched on by zombies when dead than to have them find and eat you alive.\n\nYou find nothing significant, just an old sheet of heavy plywood leaned up against the side of the tunnel. With nothing more than that, and unconsciousness threatening to overtake you at any moment, you make due as best you can with what you have. You pull the bottom of the plywood sheet out a few feet from the wall of the tunnel, making a place behind that you can crawl into.\n\nYou go inside and turn out your light, noting the ever faint light still visible down at the end of the tunnel. There you lie on the ground, hidden behind your makeshift shelter, feeling feverish while the pain of your head wound and the tightness of your muscles is lost in the burning sensation that has slowly spread out from where you were bit by zombies to fill your whole body.\n\nYou lull in semi-consciousness; now almost sorry that you took that no doze. At least if you had fallen asleep and not woke up, you wouldn't have to be going through this right now. Your mind reels, jumping chaotically between the horrifying scenes of slaughter witnessed this day and half memories of your family, that feign to come back but then evaporate just before your mind can latch onto them.\n\nYou then realize that the burning tightness in all your muscles has progressed to complete paralysis – you can't even move your fingers or close your eyes. You lay there completely rigid, unable to move, until even your vision blurs.\n\nYou're not sure how long you lay there, drifting in and out of awareness, until you suddenly notice you can see clearly again and blink. You also hear what you think is the beeping of a morning alarm coming from somewhere. Then, all at once, every muscle of your body suddenly releases, and you find yourself drenched in sweat. Your fever is gone and you no longer feel a burning throughout your body or even where you were bit by zombies. Now you're just in good old fashion pain.\n\nYou look at your watch and see that it's 6:00am – the time you normally get up in the morning to get ready for work. You then realize the alarm on your watch is beeping and you quickly turn it off and grab your crowbar, hoping the sound hasn't attracted any zombies to your position. You crawl out from behind your shelter to listen and then look yourself over. You appear normal – not the walking dead like you expected. You quickly do some math in your head. No problem. You're pretty sure zombies don't do math. Small blessing.\n\nLooking up the length of subway tunnel, you still see the light there at the end. Gathering your gear you:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue toward the station" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually you approach the opening at the end of the tunnel, where it empties into a large underground subway station. Your heart sinks as you draw near and hear the echoing din of a large mass of zombies from within. You hover in the darkness of the tunnel, carefully venturing forward just enough to get a look inside.\n\nA hundred and some of the former subway passengers – all trapped in the rush hour mob and unable to escape the initial outbreak – pack the area, half on the landing platform itself and half down on the tracks.\n\nThose on the tracks look a lot worse for wear; most torn up from the subway crash you just came from – or even other crashes farther up ahead. They moan and snarl at each other, jostling and crowding toward the edge of the loading platform, trying most ineffectually at climbing up the four foot ledge. Occasionally one does manage to get up, but is quickly pulled back down by the rest trying to climb up over its back.\n\nYou are reminded of a bucket of crabs. You remember once seeing one in Maine – there's another memory – you don't need to put a lid on a full bucket of crabs; they all try to climb up over each other. The moment one gets to the top, it is collectively grabbed by the rest and dragged back down to the bottom of the bucket.\n\nYou snap out of your reflection and focus on the area itself. The zombies don't see you yet and you doubt they'd hear you over the clamor, unless you did something to intentionally attract their attention.\n\nThe station is large and tiled, with a high vaulted ceiling and a large placard reading: \"Fox Park Station\". You see that the light is coming from a large number of battery powered emergency lights along the top of the walls. You also see, just beyond the crowded landing platform, two exits. The first is a turnstile gate at your end of the platform with an escalator and set of stairs going up on the other side. The second is an open set of stairs and an escalator at the far end of the platform beyond all the zombies.\n\nOn the track level itself are two sets of rails, both empty of any trains. Apparently, the platform side is for stopping, while the outer track is for passing through. As the trains all go the same way through the tunnels, you know there must also be another tunnel and station nearby for the trains going in the opposite direction. Typically, it would be close enough that you could buy a ticket in the terminal above the tunnels and then simply come down the right set of escalators to your platform.\n\nYou spot a dingy red metal door in the outer wall of the tunnel opposite the landing platform. While the light's not great, there is enough that you can make out the words on its surface: \"Railway Workers Only!\"\n\nAs you stand in the shadows of the tunnel looking over the scene, you also spot a four foot long piece of heavy planking, lying on the ground where you would exit the tunnel. You'll have to be sure not to trip over it when you are ready to go.\n\nMan there are a lot of zombies in here!\n\nGiven that, you think over your options – The open stairs and escalator at the far end of the landing platform is a no go – way too many zombies to get past even to think about it. Then there is the turnstile exit gate with the escalator and stairs on the other side. The problem with that is: to get to the stairs you'll have to hop onto the landing platform with hundreds of zombies and make it to the turnstile exit gate and jam it before they swarm you. There is also the matter of the turnstiles being one-way. If there are zombies on the other side of it, you won't be able to come back the way you came.\n\nThe red door option on the other side of the tunnel would be much easier to get to, but if you're detected, the zombies on the tracks will move after you and block your way back to the tunnels. You don't even know if it's locked or even goes anywhere – for all you know it may just be an access door to firefighting equipment – though you would think it would say so if that was the case…\n\nYou could also try to sneak past the horde altogether, while they are distracted, in order to continue further down the tunnels towards the center of the city. If the rest of the stations are like this one though, then you'll have to deal with getting out of the tunnels sooner or later…\n\nYou could also just turn around and head back the way you came; trying instead to leave the city altogether rather than move any deeper into it.\n\nAfter weighing your odds, you:" } ]

[ "Drama", "Humor", "Romance", "Serious" ]

[ 934, 331, 171, 131, 62, 34, 26, 57 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: love & dating Themes: Drama, Humor, Romance, Serious Details: You play as Jacob, a 28 year old man who has gone nowhere in life. Suddenly, you wake up to find yourself 10 years in the past. Once there, you meet several people who seem to recognize you, but you can't seem to remember them at all. Is your life the only one that went wrong? What really happened in your past?\nThis storygame plays out like a visual novel, with a unique route for each main character, and a true route. Replaying it more than once is highly recommended to get the full experience.\nI also recommend you complete all the good routes before going for the true end, as it ties everything else together.\nHow to load a saved file:\nGo to http://chooseyourstory.com/My/Saves.aspx\nClick restore beside the save titled \"Through Time\"\n(You must be logged in, and have a saved file for this to work)\nHow to interpret your score:\n(Max score) 97531 - You completed every route possible.\nScore has a 9 - You completed the true end.\nScore has a 7 - You completed Olivia's good end.\nScore has a 5 - You completed Ian's good end.\nScore has a 3 - You completed Tina's good end.\nScore has a 1 - You completed Allison's good end.\nThe actual \"score\", doesn't matter, just these numbers.\nSpecial Thanks:\nKiel_Farren - For editing and grammar\nTanstaafl - For editing and grammar\nComplete Walkthrough (should you require it): Link Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of your alarm clock wakes you and you groggily switch it off. You go through your normal morning routine and grudgingly head off to your job. As always, you arrive at work on time and walk straight into the back room to put on your uniform. Once there you notice your best friend, Ian, is already dressed and preparing to begin.\n\n\"Hey Jake.\"\n\n\"Hey Ian, ready for another exciting day?\" You ask sarcastically.\n\n\"Oh yea, working here has been highlight of my entire life.\" He replies with equal sarcasm, \"I hope I never quit.\"\n\n\"Ah yes, stocking food has always been a dream of yours hasn't it?\"\n\n\"A lifelong-dream. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to live that dream.\"\n\nHe grabs a small nearby crate and rolls it into the main area of the store. You never thought he would end up as a stock boy in a grocery store. Then again, you thought both of you had bright futures. Although you were never really motivated to do anything, Ian was and certainly should have succeeded. You sigh and change into your uniform; this is your life and there's no point in brooding over what could have been.\n\nThe day goes by relatively quickly, which is about the only benefit to the job. However it's a rather hollow benefit, as the day passing by faster just means you have to work that much sooner the next day. You and Ian wave goodbye to each other at five o'clock and you walk to your small one-bedroom apartment, reaching it by 5:30pm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A strange dream" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You blink your eyes and look at your new surroundings. You're alone in the middle of a classroom, a very familiar classroom. Glancing down you notice you're sitting in a desk and that there's a small 'J' carved into the bottom right of its surface. This is your desk. At least it was, some point in time many years ago. Bringing your attention back up you notice the class is now filled with other students, each sitting in their own desks frantically writing notes. You don't recognize any of them, or rather you can't since none of their faces are clear to you. A teacher stands at the front of the class by the blackboard, presumably lecturing, though you all you can hear are muffled words.\n\nYou idly glance around the room and notice something out of place. A girl stands in the doorway, with long blonde and pink hair, flowing down to just above her waist. You stare at her for a while, trying to remember who she might be. No one else in the class pays any attention to her, and like the rest of them, you can't seem to make out her face. Suddenly, she turns around and runs down the hallway.\n\nYou stand up and walk out of the classroom, ignored completely by the rest of the class. As you enter the hallway, you look down the way you saw her ran, but see no one. Curious, you continue down the seemingly endless hallway trying to find her. Finally, you seem to reach the end, as a black metal door now blocks the path. Grasping the handle, you push it open. A bright light emits from the inside, blinding you and preventing you from seeing what's beyond the door. Curiosity gaining the better of you, you close your eyes and step through the doorway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other side" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jacob, wake up it's time for school!\"\n\nYou hear a familiar voice yell to you, and you groggily wake up in response.\n\nWhat a strange dream...\n\nYou try and remember the girl from your dream, but can't figure out who she was. The classroom was probably from your high school, but as far as you can remember that girl was never in any of your classes. You shrug and proceed to get up. After all, high school was years ago, it wouldn't be unusual for you to forget a few people in that time.\n\nOnce fully awake, the reality that you live alone dawns on you; there should be no one yelling for you to wake up. Then another thought occurs, you don't go to school anymore either. Confused, you stand up and walk over to your dresser, which seems different from usual. Opening your drawers you notice your clothes seem different as well. Now even more confused, you get dressed and exit your room to find some answers. Outside your door you find your younger sister standing in front of you, in the uniform that she wore during high school. That is to say, while she has the same face, green eyes, and short brown hair as your sister, she looks considerably younger than she should.\n\n\"Mom says wake up.\" She states quietly, then turns to walk away.\n\n\"Um, Tina?\" you say, trying to confirm it's her.\n\n\"Hm?\", she replies softly, turning towards you.\n\n\"Ah, um, never mind. I'm up.\"\n\nShe nods and walks away. You return to your room and look for your backpack, the one you remember using in high school. Sure enough you find it, right beside your dresser. You open it and grab one of your notebooks, hoping to confirm what you think has happened. You turn to the last note in the book and look at the date:\n\nApril 24th, 2008\n\nYou walk to your bed and sit down, trying accept what has happened. Yesterday was April 23th, but the year was 2018. Ten years ago you were 18 and in your last year of high school. The fact that your sister was in her private high school uniform confirms this, since she was in her first year of high school when you were in your last. Your thought process is interrupted by the familiar yell of your mother.\n\n\"Jacob, hurry up! You're going to be late!\"\n\nThere's no point in thinking over this any longer. You quickly grab your bag and head down the stairs to the front door.\n\n\"Remember, you need wake up early on Saturday to bring your sister to school, since I'll be working.\"\n\nYour mother tells you, as she stands beside you watching you put on your shoes. You nod quickly in response, and although you're tempted to hug her or say you've missed her, you put it off. The you in the past wouldn't have done it, so you're not going to do it either. After all, if this really is the past then doing something different could screw up the future in a major way.\n\nYou open the door and find Ian standing in front of you. Well, a younger version of him.\n\n\"It's about time Jake, you goin' to school today or what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah.\"\n\nYou turn and wave goodbye to your mom, who waves in response, then quickly walk down your front porch to Ian. The two of you reach the sidewalk before you take a brief look back at the house.\n\nExactly as I remember it...\n\nThe walk to school is uneventful. Ian tells you some story involving his older brother but you don't really pay attention. The thought that you're ten years in the past is all you can think about.\n\n\"Hey.\"\n\nIan pushes your shoulder once you reach the entrance of the school and the two of you stop. He has a concerned look on his face.\n\n\"You alright? You sick or something?\"\n\nHe asks.\n\n\"Huh? No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it.\"\n\nYou walk ahead into the entrance of the school and Ian follows shortly after." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Class" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although you roughly knew how to get to the school on your own, you have no idea what class you have. You follow Ian in hopes that you have the same first class together. Once at the classroom door Ian turns to you with a puzzled look.\n\n\"Aren't you going to class?\"\n\n\"Uh, yea...right...\"\n\n\"You're acting pretty weird today man.\"\n\n\"Yea well...today's a pretty weird day for me.\"\n\nIan seems even more confused now, but decides to drop it and heads to his seat once he hears the warning bell. You walk down the hallway a little further before opening up your bag in hopes of finding some sort of clue telling you where you're supposed to be. Inside you find various notebooks and textbooks, but nothing concerning your schedule. You sigh and notice the hallway is now completely empty.\n\nThe final bell which marks the start of class should be ringing any minute and you have no idea where you're supposed to be. Unsure of what to do, you decide to sprint down the hallway and look for whatever seems familiar. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) you find two room numbers across from each other which seem somewhat familiar: Room 134 and Room 135. You'll have to guess which is the right room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Room 134" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly open the door to room 134, the final bell ringing almost as you enter. You managed to make it on time. At least you would have, had this actually been your 12th grade class. Inside you recognize the teacher as the one you had in your 11th grade history class. However, apart from her no one else looks familiar, so this isn't your class. This is further confirmed when the teacher begins speaking to you.\n\n\"Why hello, Jacob. Did you miss me and my class so much you felt compelled to return?\"\n\nYou grin, unable to withhold a sarcastic reply.\n\n\"Yes, yes I did. May I have a seat?\"\n\nThe teacher smiles, amused you played along.\n\n\"Sadly no, you will have to return to your classroom.\"\n\nShe then points you to the door. You shrug in response and walk across the hall to room 135, the correct room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Late for class" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter room 135 a few moments after the bell rings, your attention quickly brought to the middle-aged man at the front of the room. He strokes his short beard while glaring at you.\n\n\"So, Jacob, I see you've arrived late.\"\n\nHe says in a angry tone. Luckily, and unfortunately, it seems like this is in fact your current class, which makes you late. The rest of the class joins him in staring at you as you awkwardly nod in response. You've never been particularly nervous in front of crowds, but you still dislike being the center of attention for a negative reason.\n\n\"I'm sure you understand this means you will have detention after school today.\"\n\nHe continues in a demeaning tone. Again you nod in response and quickly take a seat, trying to ignore the majority of the stares in the class.\n\n\"Now then class, reviewing what we learned yesterday...\"\n\nThe teacher says, beginning his lecture as he turns to face the blackboard. You pay attention for the first few minutes, as a sort of apology for being late, but you quickly lose interest in the topic itself. If you really have gone back in time, then you already know all this anyway; at least that's the excuse you give yourself. You idly look around the room for anything that looks familiar as he drones on.\n\nYou sigh softly, thoroughly confused at your current situation and bored with this class. Eventually, you spot a girl in the corner of the room that you seem to recognize. Or, rather than recognize, you should say you feel like you know her, for some reason or another. No name comes to mind, nor any memories involving her, but for some reason you still think she's someone you know.\n\nLong, black hair, with brown eyes, and a slim figure. What's most noticeable about her though, is her gothic outfit of all black, complete with a spiked dog collar, and black painted finger nails. Looking at her closer, you determine that her black hair is probably dyed, your guess being her originally hair colour is a light brown. You brood over how you may know her, and your predicament as a whole, until the class finally ends. As the goth girl leaves she seems to ignore you completely. Maybe you don't know her?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue with your classes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of the day goes rather smoothly, sort of. Eventually, your body seems to fill in the blanks as to where you're supposed to be going, and you manage to find the rest of your classes for the day without issue. Unfortunately, Ian wasn't in any of your classes, and you got lost during the lunch break, so you've spent the school day feeling incredibly awkward and alone.\n\nSadly, that's the least of your worries. You've also spent the majority, or rather the entirety, of the day pondering over your current predicament. If you really have gone back in time, there's a lot you can do to improve your future, probably. While that's the conclusion you've reached, you really have no idea where to start in order to \"fix\" your future. Sure being a stock-boy isn't a grand job, but what else can you actually do? What exactly is there to \"fix\"? Maybe you're just meant to live unhappily in the future. Maybe you should just enjoy your youth while you can, and accept your future.\n\nMaybe you can't even change anything. If fate is real, then any attempt you make to actually change the future should result in, well, nothing happening and the future merely correcting itself. At least, that's what you think. Truthfully, you have no idea what may or may not happen if you attempt to change anything. In fact, you being in the past means you're bound to do something different at some point anyway.\n\nPutting all that aside, even more questions come to mind, that you actually try to ignore. \"Why\" and \"how\" being the two most disturbing. Even if you can accept you've gone back in time and need to relive the last ten years, you have no idea why this happened, or how it could possibly be possible. Sinister answers are the ones that come to the front of your mind, the most prominent one being that you've somehow pissed off some supernatural being that has decided to make you loop through time forever, until you're driven insane.\n\nYou always were a pessimist. Although you try to shake it off as impossible, the idea of going back in time was also something you thought impossible up until recently, so you can't get rid of the idea completely. As the day ends, you walk to the front entrance of the school, mentally exhausted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You remember you have detention" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, as you reach the front entrance of the school, you remember you have detention. You sigh, not thrilled at the prospect of having to spend the next hour sitting in a class to make up for something you didn't even do intentionally. Ian approaches you from behind and then reaches your side, looking at your face as he does.\n\n\"We going?\"\n\n\"Sorry, I was late for my first class. I got detention...\"\n\nHe frowns, though he doesn't seem that shocked.\n\n\"Alright man, I told you to hurry there though.\"\n\n\"Yeah I know...Where is detention by the way?\"\n\n\"Er, Room 225...\"\n\nIan replies, confused that you don't seem to know something that obvious. He looks like he's about to address the issue, but you quickly thank him and head towards room 225, leaving him behind.\n\nSure enough, it's the correct room for detention. An older woman you don't recognize at all sits at the front of the room. She looks up from her book in time to give you a quick glance, then returns to reading. You put your bag at the side of the room and take a seat away from most of the other delinquents already in the room, not wanting to associate yourself with them. You're only here because you've gone back in time after all, you're not like them.\n\nAs the minutes pass, you find yourself looking around the room for anything of interest, and quickly spot something, or rather someone. The gothic girl from your first class is also in the room, staring out the window and paying no attention at all to the others in the class. She's only two chairs over from you, and with no one between you and everyone else in the class already occupied, you figure you can use this time to talk to her. If you actually want to that is. It is detention after all, so if you're caught you'd likely be punished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to talk to her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to take the chance and go for it. The gnawing feelings inside of you that say you know her are too much to ignore, especially in this situation. You wait for a moment when the older woman at the front of the room seems engrossed in her book, and gracefully move over to the chair beside the gothic girl. With all the grace of a stampeding elephant that is. Not only do you turn over the desk your were previously sitting in, you manage to miss sitting in the other desk, and fall to the ground.\n\nThe class uproars in laughter before they are hastily shushed by the older woman at the front. You sheepishly smile and turn back your original chair to its original position, then sit in the one beside the goth girl. The woman at the front glares at you for what feels like eternity, before finally returning to her book. Meanwhile, the girl beside you is now turned towards you and glaring at you.\n\nMustering your courage, you finally speak, or rather whisper, to her.\n\n\"Hey, I'm Jacob.\"\n\nYou say, darting a quick glance at the front to make sure you did it without being caught. The girl continues silently starting at you for a moment before replying.\n\n\"Olivia.\"\n\n\"Hey, Olivia. So, this is a bit forward, but I could swear I know you from somewhere.\"\n\nYou say.\n\n\"Have we, like, met before or something?\"\n\nOlivia looks to the front of the room, then back to you and shrugs.\n\n\"If we had, I'd probably be offended you forgot about me.\"\n\nShe states with an apathetic tone. Though, if someone you knew had asked if they knew you, you'd certainly be offended they had forgotten as well.\n\n\"Well, nice to meet you then.\"\n\nYou say, extending your hand. She slowly extends her own hand and shakes yours.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm sure we'll get along like the bestest of friends.\"\n\nOlivia says sarcastically. She then turns her attention back to the window, effectively ignoring you. Detention ends without too much else happening. You make your way back home afterwards, and along the way you try to retrace your steps from this morning. Although you go down a wrong alley or two, you eventually make it home. Of course, your mother is noticeably upset you are hours late from school.\n\n\"So Jacob. Mind explaining why you have come home at such at late hour?\"\n\nYour mother asks impatiently as you enter the house, two hours after you should have been home.\n\n\"I...err...sort of had detention.\"\n\nYou reply.\n\n\"What for?\"\n\n\"I was late for my first class...\"\n\nYour mother seems annoyed, but doesn't push the matter too much further.\n\n\"Honestly Jacob, you won't ever succeed in life if you don't take things seriously. Even if you dislike school, being tardy is no excuse.\"\n\nShe says in a rather condescending manner. You nod your head in agreement and your mother shakes her head, then walks away. The rest of the day passes by with nothing of interest really happening. At the end of the day you go to sleep and wonder if you'll wake up back in the future." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Waking Up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up to a brand new day, and to a familiar sight. Sure enough, you're still in the past, in your old bedroom. You get up, get dressed, and make your way downstairs to eat some breakfast. There you find your sister, already ready for her school, eating a waffle. She looks up at you and you can tell she's a bit surprised to see you up already, but you ignore it and grab a poptart for yourself. As you munch on it, you can feel Tina's eyes staring at you.\n\n\"What?\"\n\nYou ask, slightly annoyed. She visibly flinches at your question and quickly returns her gaze to her waffle. The two of you never really got along, before and after she entered high school, so this kind of interaction is normal. You finish your food and head out there door, just in time to see Ian walk up.\n\n\"Yo.\"\n\nHe says, giving you a short wave. You walk to the end of the walkway and join him in walking to school. Like last time, Ian goes on about another story involving his older brother. This time, once you reach school, you split up and find your class without issue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Class" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You first class begins, but instead of teaching like normal, your teacher just stands at the front of the class beside the door.\n\n\"Today, a new student will be joining us\".\n\nHe says. As he does the new student enters the room. You see a pretty girl with familiar long blonde and pink hair flowing down to just above her waist. A realization hits you as the teacher introduces her.\n\n\"This is Allison- Jacob, what are you doing?\"\n\nHe asks annoyed, as you stand up and point to Allison with you mouth open. This is the girl you saw in your dream the other day. Her features are far more defined than they were in then, but this is unmistakably the same girl. She smiles at you, amused at your action, while the rest of the quietly giggles.\n\n\"I, um, her, ah never mind...\"\n\nYou say, returning to your seat flustered. You find it rather doubtful that the teacher will care you saw her in your dream. Rather he, Allison and the rest of the class would no doubt find it creepy.\n\n\"Alright, Allison, please find a seat.\"\n\nThe teacher says, and Allison walks over to an empty seat at the back of the room, flashing you another smile as she passes you. A familiar feeling you've been getting all too often reoccurs. Do you know Allison?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lunch" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lunch time comes, and after finally escaping from your class, you find Allison on your way to the lunch room. She smiles again once she notices you, but rather than approach you, chooses to go outside. Instinctively you follow her out to the bench she is now sitting on.\n\n\"So...\"\n\nYou begin, cautiously taking a seat beside her on the bench.\n\n\"I don't I know you, do I? I mean, it feels like we've met before.\"\n\nYou ask, recalling that you asked Olivia the same thing yesterday. Why does it seem like you know but can't remember so many people in this school?\n\n\"Hmmm. You could ask far more interesting questions than that.\"\n\nShe replies.\n\n\"Why I'm here, how I'm here, who I'm here for; all are far more interesting questions.\"\n\nShe says. You silently sit together, unable to come up with a proper response for her rather odd answer. Sensing that won't change soon, Allison sighs then speaks again.\n\n\"We just met now, correct? So it's safe to say it's our first meeting.\"\n\nShe says.\n\n\"If you believe in a linear concept of time that is.\"\n\nAllison adds in a playful tone. You frown, having no idea what she's going on about. Her answer puts you a bit at ease though. You haven't met before, according to her, so maybe you're just imagining things. Maybe your dream of her wasn't really about her then. As you think she stands up and walks a few feet away from you.\n\n\"For the love long since lost, the old friend forgotten, the new one neglected, the sister he could never see, and the brother he could never be.\"\n\nAllison says suddenly, bending forward and leaning in your direction.\n\n\"That's why I'm here.\"\n\nShe says smiling, she then quickly runs away before you have a chance to question her about her cryptic message.\n\nJust who is that girl...\n\nYou wonder, shaking your head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to talk to Allison more" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You chase Allison into the lunch room and grab her hand as you catch up, stopping her from running. She turns to you and gives an exaggerated sad expression.\n\n\"Well, ya caught me, now what?\"\n\nShe asks. You look into her eyes for a minute, and decide to try something.\n\n\"You're lying.\"\n\nYou replying accusingly.\n\n\"I'm what now?\"\n\n\"Lying. You know who I am. No one acts that friendly to someone they just met, and what you just said before sounds like it has some deeper meaning to it.\"\n\nYou say. Allison looks down to her hand, which you immediately let go of, then she glances around the room. Finally she sighs.\n\n\"You caught me. I know you. But the more important thing here, isn't what I know, but what you know. So, what do you know of me, Jacob?\"\n\nAllison replies, revealing that your guess was right. Unfortunately, you don't actually know anything about her. The closest you have to a memory of her is your dream, and even if she does actually know you, that'd be a rather odd thing to bring up. Then again, she seems like a rather odd person anyway.\n\n\"How do you know me?\"\n\nYou ask, trying to ignore her question. She pouts and takes a step back.\n\n\"Beep beep, wrong answer. Should I take this to mean you don't know anything about me?\"\n\nShe asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell her about the dream" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's not entirely true...\"\n\nYou reply to her. Curious, she takes a step towards you.\n\n\"So, what do you know about me then?\"\n\nAllison asks.\n\n\"I, um, well, it was just a dream.\"\n\nYou begin.\n\n\"I saw you, at least I think it was you, in a hallway of the school. You ran and I chased you, and then...\"\n\n\"And then?\"\n\nShe asks.\n\n\"And nothing. The dream just ended after I chased you.\"\n\n\"Hmmmm...\"\n\nShe replies, clearly thinking about what you just said.\n\n\"So, when was this dream?\"\n\n\"Just the other day...\"\n\nYou reply, leaving out the part that you actually dreamt it 8 years in the future. Allison appears to be thinking deeply again. Then she suddenly giggles.\n\n\"That's kind of creepy to be honest.\"\n\nYou almost grasp your chest in response to that critical hit of an insult. Sure enough, she finds it weird and creepy that you would have dreamt about her.\n\n\"Well, I suppose it's not that bad. Even creeps and geeks have their own appeal after all.\"\n\nShe continues, teasing you.\n\n\"Catch ya later.\"\n\nAllison says, waving and walking away. You give her a short wave back and sigh, unhappy with the results of your conversation. Even so, you decide to hang out in the lunch room longer and have something to eat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for Ian" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a short search through the cafeteria, you find Ian sitting with a girl, with long black hair, brown eyes, and dressed in a goth outfit. Oddly enough, you recognize her as Olivia, the girl you were talking to in detention yesterday. Noticing you, Ian waves you over to their table.\n\n\"Hey man, this here is Olivia.\"\n\nHe says, motioning to Olivia.\n\n\"We're both in the chess club together it seems, so I figured I should hang out with her a bit to get to know her better.\"\n\nOlivia looks at you with a mild expression of surprise while Ian speaks, before scoffing at his remark.\n\n\"I have a boyfriend you know.\"\n\nShe states, apparently thinking Ian had an ulterior motive.\n\n\"Ah, well of course you do. A cute girl like you is quite the catch.\"\n\nIan replies, although you can sense he didn't really expect her to have one. Olivia blushes slightly, but it's unnoticed by Ian.\n\n\"That's right, I had forgotten you were in the chess club Ian.\"\n\nYou say, finally sitting down.\n\n\"Yep, I'm the best damn chess-inator there is!\"\n\nHe replies while puffing out his chest with an odd sense of pride. However you don't really doubt he's the best there, as he's always been incredibly smart. You gaze wanders to Olivia, who notices and speaks.\n\n\"Just cause I look this way doesn't mean I'm stupid. Girls can be smart too, you know.\"\n\nShe says harshly to you, apparently thinking you were judging her inability to play chess based on her goth outfit. You quickly shake your head in response.\n\n\"I, wait, I never said you couldn't.\"\n\nYou said defensively. She turns her head away from you, almost in disgust. Ian looks at the two of you confused.\n\n\"Am I missing something here? Do you two got some history or something?\"\n\n\"No, of course not. We just met yesterday after all. Didn't we, Jacob?\"\n\nOlivia replies angrily, even more upset now.\n\n\"I need to go.\"\n\nShe announces, quickly standing from the table and walking away. The two of you watch as she leaves and Ian shrugs as you turn to him.\n\n\"Girls man. Confusing as hell, right?\"\n\nHe says before taking a drink of his milk in front of him. You nod, but can't help but think there was something more to what Olivia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next morning" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of the day goes by without much else happening. Neither Allison nor Olivia are in any of your other classes, and you don't seem to run into either of them. You walk home with Ian, and spend the rest of the day lounging around your home. You're beginning to feel like you've fallen into your old routine from back in the day.\n\nThe next morning, Ian arrives at your door, as per usual, except this time he doesn't seem to have his backpack.\n\n\"Yo, Jacob.\"\n\nHe says while standing at the end of your walkway.\n\n\"Hey Ian, where's your backpack?\"\n\nYou ask while walking towards him, a bit confused.\n\n\"Ah, well about that, I was thinking we'd do something a little more interesting than school today.\"\n\nHe replies.\n\n\"Such as?\"\n\n\"Well...you'll see when we get there.\"\n\nHe says with a bit of a laugh.\n\n\"It'll be fun man, just hide your bag somewhere first, we won't need it for where we're going.\"\n\nHe adds. If you remember right, skipping school so haphazardly wasn't something Ian often suggested. In fact, if you recall correctly, you were usually the one suggesting it and he was the one rejecting the idea. This makes you really wonder what he has in mind for the day. You stand there and consider if you really want to go or not. After all, if you go you'd be missing school, and you guess that would also mean you miss a chance to see Olivia or Allison.\n\n\"You won't give any hints about what we're gonna do?\"\n\nYou ask, hopeful.\n\n\"Not a single one.\"\n\nIan replies smiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go with Ian" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright fine, I'll come with you.\"\n\nYou reply somewhat grudgingly, trying to mask your interest. Fortunately, your mother had already left for work, taking your sister with her, so you easily return your bag to your closet without being caught. During the walk to the unknown destination, you and Ian converse.\n\n\"So, now that I've agreed, care to let me in on where we're headed?\"\n\nYou ask.\n\n\"You'll see when we get there.\"\n\nHe replies with a smile. You glare at him, annoyed that he refuses to tell you, but continue to walk along with him. After a short walk he stops in front of what looks to be an abandoned warehouse. You glance at him then to the building.\n\n\"Seriously? This is it?\"\n\nYou ask, clearly disappointed. A worn down and dangerous building isn't exactly your idea of fun, and it doesn't really fit Ian's either.\n\n\"You'll change your mind about it once we're inside.\"\n\nHe says, leading the way. You follow him into it, although you're rather doubtful your opinion will change. Sure enough, once you follow him through the main door, all you see is a large run-down warehouse, exactly like you expected.\n\n\"Come on, what are we even doing here Ian?\"\n\nYou ask, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy about the situation.\n\n\"Don't worry man, just a little further.\"\n\nHe says, leading you through the large room and into a side-room. In the side room, which appears to have previously been an office of some sort, you see signs that it was recently used. In fact the furniture inside seems rather new, and there's even a mini-fridge at the side, plugged into a battery pack. Ian hops onto a large, comfortable looking couch, and then smiles.\n\n\"Welcome to the wolves.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wolves" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The what?\"\n\nYou ask, thoroughly confused. You don't remember anything like this happening in the past. Maybe your decisions have been different from before, leading you to a different outcome. The possibilities run through your mind before Ian snaps you out of it.\n\n\"The Wolves man. Our gang. Well, you're not really in them yet, but I'm sure my brother won't have a problem with it.\"\n\nIan says, standing up and opening the mini-fridge, pulling out a beer.\n\n\"Want one?\"\n\nHe asks casually. You don't really care that he's drinking while under aged, but this isn't how you remember Ian acting.\n\n\"No...\"\n\nYou reply slowly.\n\n\"Actually, what the hell is going on? Since when have you been in a gang?\"\n\nYou ask demanding an answer. Ian doesn't seem too put off by your response. It's almost as though he expected it.\n\n\"Ah well, I've been telling you about this club for the last few days. I mean I never said it was a gang or anything, but it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise.\"\n\nHe replies. That's when it hits you. The stories he was saying involving his brother that you largely ignored were about the gang he was in. Most likely he was trying to talk it up a bit before bringing you here. Still, Ian has a great future ahead of him, so he really has no need to be in a gang.\n\n\"So, you in man?\"\n\nHe asks, with a bit of hesitance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You protest him being in the gang" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\"\n\nYou reply bluntly.\n\n\"And you shouldn't be in it either man. The hell is wrong with you?\"\n\nYou say, your voice getting louder. Ian at this points backs away a step, and seems a bit afraid.\n\n\"You're fucking smart man. Why the hell would you throw that away by being in a gang? You won't -\"\n\nYou yell, then you suddenly stop. 'You won't go anywhere in life', is what you were about to say, but then it dawns on you that that is exactly what happens. He joins you, doing nothing with his life, as a stock boy. Your anger subsides, and your breathing normalizes, but Ian still keeps his distance.\n\n\"I...I'm sorry.\"\n\nYou say in a dejected tone, apologizing. You contemplate saying more, but decide against it. Slowly, you open the office door and exit the room.\n\n\"I'll see you later.\"\n\nYou say. Ian doesn't say anything in return, nor does he try to stop you. You leave the abandoned warehouse and wander around town for the rest of the day, wondering what you can do to help Ian.\n\nAlong the way you run into a group of girls, wearing a uniform you recognize as the one from the school your sister goes to. They laugh obnoxiously and talk about some other girl in their class. You sigh loudly, annoyed by their interruption of your thought process, but continue walking rather than confront them.\n\nBy the end of the day, you return home, hungry and without any real solution to how to help Ian. You've concluded that there's nothing you can really do to talk him out of being in the gang. Although you think you probably should have asked him why he's in it before leaving. You eat dinner and go to bed, your mom and sister blissfully ignorant of your day out. You glance at your alarm clock before dozing off, happy that tomorrow is Saturday." } ]

[ "Based Off A True Story", "Historical", "War" ]

[ 195, 67, 53, 21, 5, 1, 0, 4 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: historical] [Tags: Based Off A True Story, Historical, War] [Description: In 1066 England, all is chaos. King Harold has been killed by the Norman, William, who has usurped the throne. The sky is darkened by smoke and reddened by fire. Carrion crows circle and swords clash. The fate and future of England is at stake. Blades will strike. Men will die. Blood will flow.\nA Brief Note: I am somewhat hesitant to classify this storygame as 'historical'. Of the fifty-two endings, only a couple bear any resemblance to actual history. Many of the people and places are real; however, many more have been fabricated. I decided very early on to sacrifice authenticity in exchange for enjoyment. Please play this game knowing that it will be full of anachronisms and other a-historical events, and please DON'T use it to study for your upcoming history test. Despite its inaccuracies, I still had a lot of fun writing it and I hope that you, the reader, are equally entertained while reading it.] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All around you is the smell of warfare. Acrid smoke from the campfires, piss and refuse from the latrines, sweat from the men.\n\nAnd fear. You smell that too.\n\nThese men have reason to be afraid. You have spent the last few months fighting King Harold's enemies, only to march double-time to confront his most dangerous yet; William of Normandy. His army is camped below, twelve thousand men strong, in comparison to your eight thousand. There is reason to be afraid. Are you afraid? No, you affirm decisively in your mind. You are not afraid. You are Lord Aethelwulf, The Lord In The North, King Harold's most trusted advisor, and the veteran of a hundred battles. Why should you be afraid of an army of ragtag Normans who come to die on your sword?\n\nShaking such doubts from your mind, you stride purposefully through the bustle of the camp, intent on checking on the forward defenses. A pair of giggling urchins weave nimbly around you and a staggering drunk lurches out in front of you, notices your sparkling chainmail armor and backs away, apologizing profusely. Striding onward towards the edge of the English camp you pass the watchful gaze of the sentries unchallenged and stand at the upper slope of the hill.\n\nYou are not alone. Another man sits on the hill, wreathed in the shadow of the setting sun. Drawing closer you recognize him as Acwellen, a minor lord, but stalwart fighter. His face is stone, his jaw grimly set and his eyes staring out at the horizon. Looking over his shoulder you see the black smoke smearing the red evening sky. In the distance the town of Hastings burns. In the blurry uncertainty of the setting sun, you cannot tell if the glisten at his eyes is tears or just the sparkle of dying sunlight. Acwellen's son, you remember, was put in command of Hasting's garrison.\n\nAbove the treeline you can just make out the crackle of flames. Hastings burns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You offer your condolences" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gently, you place your hand on his shoulder and speak softly\n\n\"I'm sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine the pain of losing a son, but I am sure he looks down on you from heaven.\"\n\nAcwellen's gaze remains fixed on the burning town, and his face is still set in a mask of stone, but his cheeks are streaked.\n\n\"Thank you\"\n\nHe exhales shakily, opens his mouth to say something else, then closes it and remains silent, yet the words are plainly on his mind, trying to slip free like hounds on a leash. At last he speaks, grim and quiet, little more than a whisper.\n\n\"Can we win this battle?\"\n\nThe question hangs there for an eternity, all the fear and anxiety of the English army expressed in the musings of one broken man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes!\"\n\nYou bark, with a sudden harshness that surprises both Acwellen and yourself.\n\n\"Yes\"\n\nYou continue in a softer tone.\n\n\"We can win. This is not the end.\"\n\nIn your mind there is no room for doubt. You cannot afford it.\n\nBehind the screen of trees the town of Hastings roils with flames and the Norman William's horde assembles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Acwellen continues to stare into the flickering glow of the burning town. His face is stony, unfathomable. You turn to leave, picking your way through a patch of muck gingerly. Pressing down with your foot, you assess the ground. Certain patches are dry, but the soil is perilously loose. All it will take is a night of rain to turn the battlefield into a muddy hell. Well, you think to yourself, at least the mud will hurt the Normans worse than us.\n\n\"Aethelwulf!\"\n\nA voice interrupts your musings.\n\nA very familiar voice, deep and booming. It is the voice of Harold, your king.\n\nAt just under six feet, he stands a head taller than most, and is just on par with yourself. Both his beard and hair are a fiery orange, and both are thick and wild. His chest is broad and his body muscular, but you notice a distinct bulge in the leather jerkin around his midriff; his infamous love of revelry has not gone unpunished.\n\n\"Aethelwulf, you canny bastard!\"\n\nHe bellows, grinning and thumping you on the back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Harold!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grinning, you embrace your boyhood friend.\n\n\"Harold, good to see you, as always.\"\n\nHarold grins. \"I know it is! Everyone says the same exact damn thing!\"\n\nHe chuckles, long and low.\n\n\"But come, I haven't seen you since our last battle! That was two bloody months ago, near as! Where've you been! Avoiding me, have you?\"\n\nYou laugh\n\n\"If I went to another feast of yours, I wouldn't fit into my mail\"\n\nHe shakes his head ruefully\n\n\"You should learn to unwind more! Live your life, you know? Speaking of, how's your wife?\"\n\nYou nod solemnly\n\n\"She fares well, and yours?\"\n\nHarold snorts derisively\n\n\"Fat and ugly, as always. Ah well, that's what tavern girls are for, eh?\"\n\nHe grins and nudges you with his shoulder; you shrug. Harold notices your expression and laughs again\n\n\"As chaste as a damned priest! Ah well, we'll break you in eventually.\"\n\nAgain you shrug. You and Harold have very different views on the matter, he won't change, nor will you. The best course, you decide, is to skate around the issue altogether. Nodding towards the hill, you speak seriously\n\n\"What do you make of our defenses?\"\n\nHarold frowns, his earlier humor gone. He throws up his hands irritably.\n\n\"My Kingdom depends on a hill and five thousand farmers\"\n\nYou shake your head\n\n\"Five thousand farmers and three thousand warriors\"\n\nHarold nods\n\n\"Aye. True enough. We'll make this William pay for every inch, if nothing else\"\n\nHe squints at the hill in the fading light\n\n\"The scouts say William has four thousand cavalry\"\n\nYou shake your head decisively\n\n\"No cavalry in the world can break a strong shieldwall\"\n\nHarold laughs bitterly\n\n\"Our shieldwall isn't strong! It's weak! Half of the bloody farmers don't even own shields! Goddamned useless bastards!\"\n\nSurveying the hill thoughtfully, two plans come to mind;\n\nYou could craft wooden stakes and plant them along the hill, disorganizing the horse charge.\n\nOr you could create makeshift shields for the conscripts, to help them hold the line.\n\nThe carpenters will only have enough time to do one of the two tasks, you must choose which you value most." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Craft stakes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You nod towards the hill\n\n\"We should put our carpenters to work, set up some wood stakes along the hill. With any luck, that'll break up most of his cavalry\"\n\nHarold grins wickedly\n\n\"And a rider on a lamed horse is a dead rider. This is good!\"\n\nHe claps you on the shoulder\n\n\"I'll have my carpenters start working right away! Let's turn this battlefield into a hell!\"\n\nHe laughs, and you see the fire in his eyes. This is what King Harold does best. Strategy and rule he manages, but it's the fighting he loves. You understand the feeling all too well. How many times have you knelt before a cross, armor bloody and gore speckled, thinking back with revulsion and guilt at how you loved it.\n\nLoved every bit of it.\n\nLoved the blades flashing, reflecting the rays of the sun. Loved the sound of shields splintering, cracking open.\n\nLoved the bloody chaos of the shieldwall.\n\nIn the clash of the shieldwall it is where men like you, and Harold, and no doubt William too, come alive.\n\nThis world has molded you.\n\nMolded you into a warrior.\n\nYou are bred for this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sleep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A warhorn sounds, long and low, dragging you from your sleep.\n\nThrowing off your thick fur sheets, you fumble about in the darkness of your tent, feeling for your clothes. Finally grasping your leather trousers, you slip them on and pull the woolen drawstrings closed. Next you retrieve your blue linen tunic and pull the stinking garment over your head. Beside the opening of the tent you find your boots, which you pull on, the well-worn leather forming around the contours of your legs. Fully clothed, you stretch and prepare to leave the comparative comfort of your tent.\n\nRising stiffly, you undo the tent flap with dull fingers and step out into hell. The sky is a deep red, and clouds roil overhead. The ground is slick with mud, squelching underfoot. The air itself is inhospitable; it is thick with moisture and clings in the throat.\n\nThe warhorn bellows a second time, the sound rolling through the forest of tents.\n\nThe Normans are coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You prepare for battle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your squire, an orange-haired young farm boy with a pox-scarred face and an easy smile, drags your chest of armor to where you wait impatiently, listening for the sounds of a Norman advance above the chaos of the camp's preparations. Like a stirred anthill, the English encampment is abuzz with activity, men fetching spears and armor, running to and fro, assembling into companies. Opening the chest, your squire first removes a thick jacket of hardened leather, which you will wear under your mailshirt.\n\n\"Thank you, Hugh\"\n\nYou say to your squire and tousle his curly orange hair absent-mindedly. Hugh grins shyly and then proceeds to bring forth the next piece of armor, the mailshirt itself.\n\nBeautifully forged, the chain links shimmer in the dawn light. As the light bounces of the metal, thousands of scratches can be seen, sanded down but still visible; the marks left behind by thousands of blades. This mailshirt has been in your family for generations, stretching back through hundreds of years of bloodshed and war. Slipping into the metal garment, you feel your squire tug at the leather lacings in the back, tightening the mailshirt around your body. You breathe in deeply, and as your chest expands, so too does the mailshirt, acting with the familiarity of a second skin.\n\nNext come the metal strips, a personal favorite of yours. Each strip is made of tough iron, and each is covered in serrations and scratches. These you slip under your trousers and Hugh helps lace them tight to your legs. If an enemy were to try and stab at your seemingly unprotected legs their sword would merely slide off the hidden plating, unbalancing them and allowing you to slip under their defenses.\n\nWith your shin-plates cleverly hidden, Hugh unwraps the last piece of armor; your helmet. Masterfully crafted, it gleams in the sun. Complete with cheek-guards, a nosepiece, and spectacle-rings to protect the eyes. Surmounting the front is a snarling metal wolf's head, which stares proudly forward. Slipping the helmet on and tightening the chinstrap, you grin, canines showing.\n\nTime to kill some Normans." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You find your men" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Orvyn meets you at the edge of camp. A priest and a warrior, an Eriu and a Christian, Orvyn has been your stalwart follower and friend for nearly two decades.\n\nYou both clasp hands firmly and grin, filled with pre-battle adrenaline. Although Orvyn is not technically in command of your men, you have left your normal commander, Garyn, back at home to guard your wife and children with a skeleton crew.\n\nWith Garyn away, Orvyn is stepping in. He is a good commander for battles; he is amicable and courageous, but also capable and firm. In peacetime he would lack the rigid authoritarianism necessary for drilling the men, but right now they need a man to keep them confident. Orvyn inspires confidence; he isn't especially tall, but he is solidly built and a force to be reckoned with.\n\nHis beard and hair are both jet black, and both are kept in place by various bone rings. That, and his sparkling green eyes, give him a look of mad fanaticism that men are all too happy to follow.\n\nYou provide the encouragement, and Orvyn provides the fire. Together you are a killing force. Orvyn fingers the axe at his belt restlessly.\n\n\"Should we go to the shieldline?\"\n\nThere is still probably an hour or more before the two armies actually meet, as men are ever reluctant to face a shieldwall, but being early couldn't hurt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Shieldwall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most men are already at the edge of the camp, loosely organized into their respective groups. You find your soldiers lounging in the grass to the left of king Harold's men. Some laugh and cajole with each other. Some sharpen their weapons idly. Others play dice with Harold's Housecarls. One has undone his breeches and is calmly urinating in the direction of William's army. In short, of the seventy warriors under your command, not a single one looks concerned or frightened.\n\nThat makes you proud. Most of these men you trained since boyhood, and for many you serve as a father figure. When they stand beside you at a shieldwall you have absolute confidence in your safety. They would risk their lives to save yours, and you would do the same for any of them.\n\nYou only wish you could say the same for your fyrdmen. Nearly a hundred and fifty, and every single one looks terrified. You can hardly blame them. In the clash of a shieldwall, it is the fyrdmen who bear the brunt of the assault. To break a shieldwall, aiming for its weakest combatants is a common strategy. With Harold outnumbered to begin with, more fyrdmen than normal will be forced into the front ranks. The continued success of the English nation could well depend on their spirits.\n\nApproaching some of your men, who greet you amicably but respectfully, you instruct them to spread some of your ale reserves amongst the fyrd. Although you always fight sober, many of your men prefer to battle under the comforting haze of ale, and so long as they remain sharp enough you permit it. Some men just aren't capable of facing the sheer brutality of a shieldwall sober.\n\nSomeone calls your name. Turning, you see Harold waving to you from the midst of his group of Housecarls. He grins excitably, filled with the same mad energy that bubbles inside of you. His armor is expertly wrought, fine mail links that shine red under the ominous clouds. At his belt a gold-hilted sword rests in its sheath, and slung across his back is a heavy Daneaxe. His roundshield is thick and red, and is emblazoned with his personal banner; the Fighting Man. A symbol as legendary as King Harold himself, the Fighting Man depicts a golden warrior, wielding a Daneaxe and roundshield. His face is filled with the mad joy of battle, and under his watchful gaze the forces of England will stand against the Norman tide.\n\nMoving closer, Harold clasps your forearm with his free hand\n\n\"Ready?\"\n\nYou nod fiercely\n\n\"Always\"\n\nHe smiles, but for a moment you see a flicker of emotion cross his face. Tiredness? He opens his mouth slowly, mulling his words\n\n\"Once this war is over, I think I'll-\"\n\nOne of Harold's Housecarls interrupts the conversation\n\n\"My liege, the Normans are advancing!\"\n\nInstantly, Harold leaps back into action. Waving his shield, he calls not just to his own men, but also to all the men across the English line\n\n\"To arms! To arms! Form a shieldwall!\"\n\nThe cry of \"shieldwall\" is taken up across the line, as men rush to the front, each shield overlapping with the one to the left, forming an impenetrable wall. In theory. Calling to your men, you order them to form up beside Harold's.\n\nThe fight for England has begun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ready your weapons" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shields!\"\n\nBellows a Housecarl standing to Harold's right.\n\nThe English line reverberates with the clacking sound of wood on wood as men rattle their shields, making sure they overlap with their neighbors'. Leaning forward, Harold waves at you from his position on the shieldwall and grins, his teeth shining in the dawn light.\n\nBehind the king, the great Dragon Banners of Wessex fly. Enormous and red, they flap and flutter in the gentle morning breeze, snarling at the approaching Normans. Looking down the hill you watch the Norman advance.\n\nIt is simply incredible. At least a thousand horses have lined up at the base of the hill. Their riders wear good mail army, which glints in the light, and long blue Norman kite shields, which provide good full body protection, but are slower and less flexible than your English roundshields. For armaments they carry long lances and spears, as well as longswords. To protect their heads they wear the classic Norman helmets, conical and tall with comically long nasal plates.\n\nThe whole situation is laughable. You turn to Orvyn, who stands beside you and is also grinning\n\n\"How stupid can these Normans be?\"\n\nOrvyn shrugs\n\n\"They're not used to facing real warriors. Killing fleeing peasants is one thing. Riding down a shieldwall, especially uphill? Well-\"\n\nHe fails to suppress a chuckle\n\n\"Let's hope they're slow learners!\"\n\nThe men around you laugh, and that laughter drifts up and down the shieldwall. The mood begins to lighten. Still grinning, you sheathe your short sword and draw your long sword from across your back.\n\nThe greater reach will make it easier to kill the horses.\n\nEasier to kill the fools." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You prepare to face the cavalry" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite your amusement at the Normans' lack of strategy, the charge impresses you. The sound of a thousand horses' hooves pounding the mud and churning the soil, is thunderous. The vibrations shudder under your feet.\n\nOut of the corner of your eye, you see some of your fyrdmen begin to back away, and you bark at them to get back into line. They comply gingerly.\n\nYou can almost smell their fear.\n\nYou watch keenly as the Norman horses near the stakes. During the night, Harold's carpenters cut a great number of them, and they litter the hill in uneven clusters, about three quarters up. Most of the riders edge their horses through the gaps, but a few are careless and their horses fall screaming, dragging down other riders with them. The spikes catch no more than fifty, but every bit counts.\n\nThe horses are fast approaching the top of the hill. Harold barks out an order to his Housecarls, and one in every two sheathes sword and shield in favor of a Daneaxe. Held two-handed, their reach, in the hands of a capable warrior, is more than enough to counter the reach of a man on horseback.\n\nYou take a quick look at the faces of your men. Some are scared, but none show it. Your shieldwall is as solid as a palisade, an impenetrable barrier of wood and steel. The horses are very close now, and the drumbeat of their hooves beats in frantic time with your heart.\n\nYou size up the mounted warrior barreling towards you. His horse is a chestnut hue, with a dark black mane. The rider wears a mailshirt and Norman helmet, as well as the customary blue kite shield and a long thin lance.\n\nMaking sure your stance is good and firm, you prepare to take on your adversary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hold firm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rider thunders towards you, his horse kicking up thick clods of mud. Drawing close, he plunges his lance forward, but you slash sideways with your longsword and knock the spear into the ground. The thin lance bends and then breaks, splintering along its core.\n\nDisgustedly, the Norman tosses the broken lance aside and moves to draw his sword, but you are already counterattacking. Twisting your wrist, you backswing the blade into the horse's mouth, lacerating its cheeks and splintering its teeth. The wounded animal screams, wide eyed, and collapses on the ground, trapping its rider.\n\nAs the Norman struggles to free himself you slip your blade neatly down his mailshirt and thrust deep, driving a foot of steel into his body. The Norman gasps pitifully and lolls sideways, dead.\n\nThe horse is still screaming, kicking up clods of earth. One of its flailing hooves strikes Orvyn's shield, knocking him back a pace. Recovering, he ducks under the flurry of hooves and swings his axe down, hard, crushing the poor beast's spine. Its long legs stop moving.\n\nSatisfied, Orvyn returns to his position on the shieldwall. Across the line, William's horsemen meet similar fates. To your right, you watch one of King Harold's Housecarls fully behead a horse with his Daneaxe, mid-charge. Spurting blood, the headless beast collapses to the ground, and before its rider can regain his footing he meets a similar fate at the hands of the grisly Daneaxe. On the far left, a horse actually breaks through, the rider spearing a man through the neck and then creating an opening by hacking wildly with his sword. His act of valor is short-lived. The fyrdmen swarm the rider from all sides, butchering him with their axes and scythes. The breach in the line quickly closes.\n\nThe Norman horsemen who are still alive turn tail and ride their horses back down the hill. The top of the hill is spattered with the corpses of horses and their riders. Perhaps a full three quarters of the charge were vanquished. Orvyn, his face slick with horse blood, grins at you. You grin back.\n\nThe shield line has held." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep the line steady" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For almost half an hour, you wait. At the bottom of the hill, the Norman forces swarm, but make no attempt to push forward.\n\nBy now, your heavy linden shield is weighing your arm down, and your muscles are beginning to tire. Loosening the straps, you place it carefully on the muddy soil, and motion for your men to do the same. They all sigh with relief, and there is much muscle rubbing and idle chatter. So long as they stay in their positions, you allow them to relax.\n\nWith forces of this size, the battle could easily take all day. Idly, you watch the Norman forces. They don't appear to be doing anything of interest. You are about to strike a conversation with Orvyn, when a portion of the Norman line surges forward. Some of the men stumble to their feet, but you wave them down. The hill is at least three hundred feet, and the Normans appear to be on foot. You stare at the mass of men in a state of bewilderment. All of them seem to be fairly lightly armored, none of them sparkle, like the men in mail shirts do. Suddenly, the advance stops, not even halfway up the hill. Why they would just stop seems ridiculous, unless-\n\nYou leap up and call out frantically, not just to your men, but to everyone else across the line\n\n\"Shields! Shields!\"\n\nYou tear yours from its resting place, fasten it to your arm, and then hold it above your head. Other men follow your lead.\n\nJust in time. A dark cloud wafts from the Norman advance to the English line. Arrows. Thousands and thousands of arrows.\n\nThey whistle through the air like a swarm of enraged wasps, raining down upon the English line. Three arrows strike your shield, each one slamming into the thick wood with hammer blows. Across the line men fall to the deadly barrage, clutching at feathered shafts protruding from throats and chests.\n\nThe fyrd are hit by far the worst, devoid of protection, they die where they stand, too tightly packed too dodge. For a brief moment many seem on the point of breaking, but warriors in the rear quickly push them back into line and try to protect them with their shields, the effort is mostly futile, but it helps reassure them.\n\nIn all the commotion; the screaming and shouting, the whistling of arrows, you almost miss the noise. That unmistakable drumbeat of horse hooves.\n\nBy now the horses are quite close, and the arrow rain has stopped, as the Norman archers are wary of killing their own riders. You drop your shield down and heft your longsword.\n\n\"Shields forward! Shields forward! Hold the line!\"\n\nYour warriors respond instantly, as do Harold's Housecarls. Shields drop forward and interlock, forming a solid barrier to thwart the Norman riders. You focus on the rider charging towards you, he has his lance couched under his arm and pointed directly at your shield.\n\nSuddenly, as he approaches the line a javelin, thrown by a man behind you, pierces the horse's chest. The animal screams and froths blood. It drops to its knees and pitches forward, you take a half-step closer and thrust your longsword straight into the Norman's throat. He chokes hot blood and keels over, falling on top of his dead steed.\n\nYou nod in satisfaction. In front of you there now lies a barrier of two dead horses. Looking left and right, you survey the battle-line. As expected, your men and the Housecarls have fared fine, killing or throwing back their attackers.\n\nThe same cannot be said for other places on the line. In some places, the Norman riders were able to break through, and although the Normans were quickly killed or driven off, many of the bodies strewn across the field are English.\n\nThe shieldwall has held, but barely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hold the line" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun is now high in the sky. You have lost track of the hours, and the number of Norman attempts. Every attack is the same. First comes the barrage, then the charge of cavalry. The fyrd has been decimated, perhaps a third have either died or run away. The toll on the warriors has been lighter, but no less serious. Because of your proximity to the King, your soldiers have been hit hard, and many of their bodies lie limp along the battle-line. You and Orvyn are still in fit shape, although you are both tired, and your arm aches from holding your shield, which has been gnawed to splinters by the constant rain of arrows.\n\nA painfully familiar whistling fills your ears. Groaning, you lift up your shield to ward off the barrage. You're just so, so tired..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep holding the line..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have no idea what time it is, but the sun is beginning to lap at the treetops, and a blissfully cool evening breeze wafts around you.\n\nYou crouch in the blood-soaked mud, behind the shadow of a horse corpse. The blood is everywhere. It coats your sword. It is spattered across your mailshirt. It is smeared across your face. For the first time in a long while, you want to throw up.\n\nThe battlefield is littered with corpses, human and animal. Mostly human. Mostly English. Only a quarter of the fyrd are still alive. No, that's not right. You look around briefly. Maybe a sixth. No one has remained unscathed, not even Harold's legendary Housecarls. The shieldwall has been effectively broken, men huddle in small groups behind the cover of dead horses, each spattered with arrows. To stand out in the open is to die.\n\nYou peer over the top of your horse carcass. You have done grave damage to William's forces, but they are still numerous.\n\nIn fact, as you watch, you see men advancing. Your hand twitches, an instinctive raising of the shield hammered into your brain by years of training. However, you pause briefly. The masses of Normans aren't archers, or cavalry. They are infantry. Thousands and thousands of foot soldiers.\n\nThroughout the day, William has sent them at you, but never in these numbers. You grip your sword.\n\nThe end is near." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Fight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Normans advance, neat and orderly. Their armaments are very similar to that of their riders. Most wear mailshirts, and those bizarre conical helmets. Some carry axes, most carry swords, but all heft the customary Norman blue kite shield. That, at least, is some consolation. Whereas you English fight as a cohesive team, the Norman's tend to fight as individuals, because the kite shield, although effective, cannot interlock with that of a neighbor's. Despite your weakened state, a lone Norman is still a dead one.\n\nYou crouch low behind the horse corpse and wait. The familiar jingle of mailshirts heralds their arrival. Beside you, Orvyn bristles, but you put a cautionary hand on his shoulder. You want them close.\n\nYou wait a moment more, then leap out. Your longsword snakes forward, lashing out at a Norman's face. He raises his kite shield to deflect the blow, but as he does one of the men on your right sweeps his blade down and cuts into the Norman's ankle. The man screams and drops to one knee, Orvyn's axe crushes his jaw.\n\nYou press into the gap and push the Normans towards Harold's Housecarls, whose bloody Daneaxes make short work of the thin kite shields. Ducking under a Norman sword thrust, you stab forwards and gut the man. Kicking him aside, you search for your next opponent...\n\nAnd find no one. The Normans are retreating. To your left, you notice King Harold. He waves madly with his axe, and men are surging forward alongside him. With a sudden shock you realize he is trying to rally the men and charge downhill, towards William's retreating infantry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow Harold" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Adding your voice to the English battle cries, you advance on the fleeing Norman foot soldiers. In front of you, one stumbles as his boot slides through a patch of reddened mud. He only falters a moment, but it is enough. Your longsword lances forward, piercing the fleeing Norman's calf. He screams and falls, holding up his arms to futilely ward off your blade.\n\nYou keep moving forward, using your heavy shield to shove the wounded Norman out of your way. Behind you, Orvyn's axe resonates with a heavy crunch as he finishes off the crippled soldier.\n\nAhead of you, another Norman stumbles forward, a heavy javelin slamming into his shoulder. He manages one strangled yelp before your blade connects with his neck, a heavy swing that severs his jugular and jars against his spine. You wrench the sword free and keep moving. This charge has filled you with fresh energy, filling your mind with bloody courage, but now it is starting to ebb and your mind is working more clearly.\n\nThere is something very wrong here. This retreat is far too organized, too simultaneous. The Norman foot soldiers are increasing the distance between themselves and the beleaguered English soldiers, the pounding of their feet grows fainter, but another pounding grows louder. Horse hooves.\n\nYou turn to your left, Harold has thrown off his battered shield and carries only a Daneaxe, which he wields two-handed. He is completely out in the open.\n\nYou turn and race towards him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Harold!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Harold!\"\n\nYou call out, sprinting towards him. He half turns towards you, and flashes one of his charismatic bright smiles.\n\nThe single arrow that flies through the air surprises you more than Harold. Curving gently, it hisses downward and slams into Harold's eye.\n\nHe lets out a startled cough and staggers backward. You keep running towards your king, but a Norman rider cuts in front of you.\n\nTurning his horse neatly, the Norman swings his blade and opens your King's throat, spraying blood.\n\nHarold falls to the ground, dead.\n\nYou falter indecisively, filled with wordless horror and remorse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fall back and gather your men" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You back away, slowly at first, then swiftly.\n\n\"Back! Back to the horses!\"\n\nYou repeat your message, shouting as loud as your worn throat will allow. Men begin to gather around you. You look to your left; Norman horsemen have obliterated the line, fyrdmen and warriors alike are being hacked down as they run. The right flank has suffered the same fate. Wordlessly, you turn your back to the men of the flanks and retreat to the center.\n\nAround you stand perhaps a hundred men, the last of Harold's great army. The horses ride towards you from all sides.\n\n\"Shields!\"\n\nOrvyn echoes the cry. Men embrace briefly, and then turn to lock shields. Someone calls out \"For Harold!\" No one cheers. Even the Housecarls are wearied by the prospect of an imminent death. The horses draw close. You whisper a prayer for your family.\n\nYou fight with cold fury, sword flashing. Horses crash through your shieldline, circling, wheeling, killing left and right. You refuse to break.\n\nAt some point the Norman infantry joined the fight. That was shortly after you lost your shield. Or was it shortly before? You can't remember.\n\nYour world is blood and steel, screams and death.\n\nPerhaps it is a horse's hoof, perhaps a soldier's mace, maybe even a Norman shield. You're not sure what it is, but it strikes the back of your skull with tremendous force, knocking you into the mud and blurring your vision.\n\nYou try to rise but the mud grabs you and drags you into the abyss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blackness..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The small, cramped room is dark, but your eyes have long since adjusted to the dimness.\n\nFor nearly a month you have languished here, confined under what was once the seat of England's power; the ancient city of London.\n\nYou yawn tiredly and stretch, your hand strikes the hard stone wall on your left, which is slick with fungus. Beside you, others stir. The prison cell holds a grand total of twenty-two men; of the seventy soldiers you brought, only they remain. Beside you, Orvyn mutters prayers in his native Irish tongue. You lie quiet amongst the molded straw, conserving your strength.\n\nA searing flare of light illuminates your surroundings. Shielding your eyes, you stare groggily through the iron bars of your cell at the sharp outline of a man holding a torch, flanked by two guards. The man rattles at the iron bars with the flaming head of his torch, casting sparks which smolder in the wet straw.\n\n\"Lord Aethelwulf, you have been summoned to meet with King William. You will come with us immediately.\"\n\nHis English is heavily accented, but understandable, you struggle to rise, but Orvyn gets up first\n\n\"Lord Aethelwulf does not leave without me.\"\n\nThe two guards look expectantly at the torch-bearer. He looks bored.\n\n\"Very well, Lord Aethelwulf may have his retinue\"\n\nHe leans in menacingly, glaring at Orvyn\n\n\"Try anything, and you die\"\n\nHe shoves the torch deeper into the cell, illuminating the huddled masses of your soldiers\n\n\"The same applies to you lot\"\n\nWithout another word, the torch-bearer withdraws a thick metal key and unlocks the prison door. The guards level their spears threateningly.\n\nYou and Orvyn leave the prison and follow the torch-bearer into the light." } ]

[ "Fantasy", "Grimdark", "Part of Series", "Serious", "Villain Protagonist", "War" ]

[ 7157, 2823, 2240, 1296, 417, 184, 246, 621 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category: grimdark fantasy Story elements: Fantasy, Grimdark, Serious, Villain Protagonist, War \nAdditional Notes:\nThis story is definitely more \"story\" than \"game\", however there are two distinct paths that can be followed, each with their own pitfalls and additional choices. There is also \"one true\" ending in which can be considered a \"win\" (You'll know if you got it, because you'll get an epilogue)\nThis story can get long, and assuming you're surviving, years do pass in it and you and your environment will change. There are a few points in the story where there are links that lead to more background information on various people and things. While not completely necessary to understand the story, they do give you more insight into it. The text that accompanies some of the pics are also done for similar purposes (Your journal entries, personal thoughts, letters written to you, etc)\n As the masterful storyteller, it's your duty to transport the user into a realm of your making, where they're at the heart of every twist and turn. We're in this for the long haul: each of your replies should significantly propel the story forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, you did it again. You slacked off all semester and didn't study for your finals. There's no way you're going to pass your nature magic test tomorrow. Those things are always killers. You don't even know why you enrolled in that class; you aren't even interested in being a nature mage. You don't even like the damn outdoors!\n\nOh wait, you know why, it's because you saw a cute witch taking the class, so like a dumb ass, you signed up for it. Naturally the moment you tried to impress her with some sort of cantrip, she laughed at you and said even if she was straight, she wouldn't go for a half assed hedge wizard like you! You really should've known better, half of those witches are lesbians anyway. That whole Mother Earth Goddess worship caters to the rug munching. (And no, there aren't any MALE witches, any self respecting man would call himself a WARLOCK, not a damn witch!)\n\n(Sigh) Like your little sister's B'ar'b Dolly once said \"Magic is hard!\" Indeed. Sometimes you curse the day your mother passed her magical elven blood on to you.\n\nStill, you're here now, so you need to make the best out of your life. You're already going to hear it from both of your parents of how you've been nothing but a disappointment to the both of them. Your Dad will probably do a little more than say that, he'll probably personally ride up to the University and beat the hell out of you for wasting his hard earned pillaging money to send you there in the first place.\n\nArrgh! You just wish you were good at SOME kind of magic! You have the ability; you just don't have the focus! That's always been the problem with you. Your sister has it easy, she took after Dad. Narrow minded focus on killing someone with a blunt instrument doesn't take too much effort. Of course you had to be the one that greater things were expected of.\n\nYou've tried all the schools, evocation, conjuration, illusion, divination; all of them. You can't excel in any of it. You can only get so far and then the words and gestures and well all of it just becomes too fucking confusing for you.\n\nHowever, you haven't tried the \"darker arts\", but your Mom would definitely never approve. (Your Dad probably wouldn't care, but if you upset your Mom, it's a warhammer upside the head) In fact it's illegal to study any of them. They caused too much trouble in the past and nearly destroyed the world at one time. All who are known to even dabble in such arts are immediately taken into custody and executed.\n\nYou don't think you'd want to be summoning demons anyway; even the few \"friendly ones\" that work on campus are fucking assholes to the Nth degree. You can only imagine how bad the ones who haven't been living among mortals are.\n\nHowever there is another dark art which you have to admit you've always had a bit of curiosity about.\n\nThe art in question is necromancy.\n\nAt this point you're willing to at least see if you're good at ANYTHING, so for shits and giggles you decide to blow off your test which you're going to fail anyway and go see if you can find out more about this outlawed dark art.\n\nThough being a lazy sort you decide to try the library first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go make a trip to the library" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even though you're supposed to be a wizard in training, you spend as little time as possible in library if you can help it. Normally you just check out whatever you need to read for a class and leave.\n\nYou have little faith in finding anything substantial on Necromancy in there, but maybe you can find something that will at least quell this thirst for knowledge on it. You realize you're treading on dangerous ground, but you have to try to learn more.\n\nThe library is huge however, and you're unsure of where to look, it's not like there's a section on Necromancy or Outlawed Magic, but you figure you'll look in the History section first.\n\nYou glance and browse through the stacks until you pick up a few choice books that look like they might contain something, sit down in a quiet corner and begin to read. Naturally you don't learn too much. The history books mainly go on about how bad the Dead War was, important battles, the atrocities of the Lich Lord, the typical stuff you've read time and time again. Still, you're determined to find something new.\n\nYou spend hours reading until you realize you've spent the day in the library and that it's now night time. Oddly the library is mostly empty, and that's probably because finals are now over, one of which you've now undoubtedly failed. You think of how stupid you've been to obsess over an outlawed art that you probably wouldn't be any good at anyway! You've only been dwelling on the subject to ignore your own problems that you could've tried to solve yourself, instead of fantasizing about being some Necromancer. Raising the dead…what good would that do you? Delusions of grandeur. You wouldn't have enough motivation to try to take over the world anyway. There was only one person who truly motivated you, and she's gone.\n\nYou begin to think about Serena and begin to feel sorrow like when you first lost her. You've had enough of death. You leave the library in a daze and head back home to sleep off this miserable day.\n\nYou can't escape though; even your dreams bring death. You dream about Serena. At first she's alive and vibrant, and then suddenly she dies before your eyes. Then you see her grave with you sobbing over it and shouting how you demand that she not leave you.\n\nThen she rises from her grave…and you wake up only to come face to face with her! She is a ghost floating near your bed.\n\n\"HOLY SHIT!\" you shout and back up against your headboard.\n\"Shhhh! Hush my love, I'm risking a lot just by being here.\" She says looking around as if someone is going to bust down your door any minute.\n\"Serena, what's going on? This isn't a dream is it?\"\n\"No, my dear I assure you that I am very real. And I have a message for you.\"\n\"A message?\"\n\"Yes, embrace death and all the beauty it has to offer.\"\n\"You want me to kill myself, to join you?\"\nSerena laughs a bit. \"No silly, you are to become a necromancer and bring the purity of death to the world.\"\n\"…yeah right. With my aptitude of magic, I doubt if I could raise a mouse skeleton.\"\n\"You always did lack confidence in yourself. I suppose that's why they sent me to motivate you one last time. Though I admit, I would've come to see you anyway.\"\n\"They?\"\n\nSerena side steps your question and continues.\n\n\"Look we haven't much time, but you HAVE the ability to become the greatest Necromancer since the Great Lich Lord who brought the world near the brink of extinction centuries ago, but you cannot do it alone…at least not yet. You must have allies. There are others like you on this campus who long to practice the dark arts. Seek them out and take over this college as your first step to your destiny.\"\n\"What? Hold on! What makes you think I want to do all this?\"\n\nSerena floats closer to you and touches your face with a ghostly hand. You feel completely calm.\n\n\"Because deep down it IS what you want. You know your thoughts are dominated by death. You even think of me rather than living girls and I've been dead for years. The very fact that your mind played a part in summoning me here is also proof of your desire.\"\n\"I miss you…\"\n\"I know you do, but my point is, even before I died I remember you having an interest in the dark arts. Indeed it's part of what attracted me to you. But now I must return and you must fulfill your part in this world, whether you succeed or fail at this endeavor will ultimately be up to you, but I believe you will succeed.\"\n\nSerena then floats a little closer to kiss you.\n\n\"Farewell, my love.\" She says and then disappears.\n\nYou're now wide awake and pacing the floor. You've been ambivalent about pursuing this path before, but the more you think about it and with this visit from Serena, this is the path you're going to choose. And why not? It's not like you have any better options in your life at this point.\n\nYou're going to do it, and though Serena mentioned others like you being on campus, you're damned if you have a clue to as of knowing who they are since you don't really socialize. Still, you can think of two people that could get you started. (Or at least not rat on you, when you start inquiring about Necromancy)\n\nThe next day you take your first steps towards darkness…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go talk to your creepy conjuration professor, Mr. Demar" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Serena's right, you're going to need the help of others and you head to Mr. Demar's office.\n\nMr. Demar's class was probably the only one you didn't struggle in too much. It's not really a popular field given that conjuration can lead to summoning demons. Still, there is use for it on a minor level, though of course it's strictly regulated by most governments.\n\nMr. Demar was a good professor, but the general agreement by everyone in your class, was that he was REALLY creepy. Plus there were always rumors about him. You always got the impression he was interested in doing a lot more with his area of expertise, but had to settle for teaching. He always seemed to be alright with you though.\n\nWhen you get to his office, surprisingly it's open and he's busily shuffling some papers around.\n\n\"Mr. Demar?\"\n\"Huh? What? Damn it, I thought I locked that door! Oh it's you, what do you want? And lock that door.\"\n\"Well uh…I had some questions…\"\n\"Okay, what are they? Out with it.\" He says continuing to look at some strange parchments.\n\"Well, uh…I guess it's about magic, and I guess um…\"\n\nMr. Demar looks up at you like he's going to slap you for stuttering so much. You finally speak up.\n\n\"I want to know more about Necromancy.\"\n\nMr. Demar steps back and gives you a few inspecting stares.\n\n\"I dunno what you're talking about, in fact if you don't get out of here I'm going report you to the dean for asking such questions.\" He warns, but you get the impression that he's not telling the truth. He probably thinks you were sent to spy on him by the dean or something. It's not like he hasn't been held under close scrutiny before.\n\n\"Mr. Demar, I'm not trying to get you into trouble, it's me! I really want to learn Necromancy, and you're about the only one I think can help me! I actually was worried about coming to you and I was nervous about the whole thing!\"\n\"Hmm, well I guess I always did think you were inclined towards the dark arts and given your annoying stuttering a moment ago, you do sound like you were nervous. Okay, you want to learn? I'll teach you. I'll teach you like I'm currently teaching so many others right now. Surprised? Yes, the time is coming to pass that we who are inclined to REAL power begin to make our place in this world…permanently. Though I still have concerns about you, I mean while you did about average in my class, I'm well aware that you're not exactly the best student in other fields. I question whether you can handle the power of the dark arts, let alone become a Necromancer.\"\n\nYou stand up straight and reply. \"I'm confident that this is my path.\"\n\n\"Good, I'm glad you said that, because there's no going back and this path is not for the weak. We also must maintain secrecy at all times until the day that we may take what is rightfully ours. Now come with me, we're going to see exactly what kind of potential you have.\"\n\nMr. Demar casts a spell and opens up a portal. He then prepares to enter it and beckons you to follow him, which you do. Suddenly you're whisked away into a place of near darkness. Given your immediate surroundings you'd guess that you're underground somewhere. You can hear the clinking of chains though nearby and moans.\n\n\"Where are we?\"\n\"Your testing area, this where we're going to find out what exactly you're made of. In the next room, you'll find some undead friends. They're currently chained up, but they won't be for long. Now, you can kill them, but as a Necromancer you're supposed to be controlling them, so obviously you should try to do that.\"\n\"But I don't know how! You haven't taught me any spells!\"\n\"And I'm not going to, you're going to have to figure this out yourself, but I will say this, it's all about the strength of willpower. Tap into your magical energy and if you have what it takes, you'll succeed. I'll leave you to it.\"\n\nDemar disappears back into the portal and leaves you all by yourself. You've really gotten yourself into it and now there really isn't any going back, and you can hear the chains from the next room dropping to the ground and the moans getting louder and closer.\n\nThere's a large bone on the ground and not much else in the room, and you can't run either as there are no other exits." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pick up the bone and defend yourself" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pick up the large bone and prepare for whatever is coming at you. A couple of zombies enter and as soon as they see you they shamble over.\n\nYou're a little shaken, and you attempt to do exactly what Demar said, but you're not having any effect. Soon one of the zombies is almost upon you and you lash out with the bone.\n\nYou give a few good whacks to the first one's skull causing it to collapse lifeless once again. You do the same to the second one. You're breathing hard and thank the fact that they were slow enough not to easily catch you.\n\nHowever, your victory is short lived, when Demar appears again.\n\n\"(Sigh) you killed them, after I told you that was not the purpose. Plus you gave a poor showing in even attempting to control them. I don't see a future for you, if you cave under pressure like that.\"\n\nYou're a little dejected, but the worse is yet to come, when you find you won't be leaving this place. Mr. Demar can't risk you knowing about this place yet not being a disciple of his. He didn't last this long being undetected by taking chances.\n\nWith a few quick mumblings and you feel your body ravaged by rot. It's a horrible death, but one that results in you rising to take the place of the \"test\" zombies you just ruined.\n\nYou spend your remaining undead life shambling around underground until eventually when Demar feels it's time to attack, you're one of the first cannon fodder troops to be destroyed in the attempted take over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Serena's right, you're going to need the help of others and you head to Mr. Demar's office.\n\nMr. Demar's class was probably the only one you didn't struggle in too much. It's not really a popular field given that conjuration can lead to summoning demons. Still, there is use for it on a minor level, though of course it's strictly regulated by most governments.\n\nMr. Demar was a good professor, but the general agreement by everyone in your class, was that he was REALLY creepy. Plus there were always rumors about him. You always got the impression he was interested in doing a lot more with his area of expertise, but had to settle for teaching. He always seemed to be alright with you though.\n\nWhen you get to his office, surprisingly it's open and he's busily shuffling some papers around.\n\n\"Mr. Demar?\"\n\"Huh? What? Damn it, I thought I locked that door! Oh it's you, what do you want? And lock that door.\"\n\"Well uh…I had some questions…\"\n\"Okay, what are they? Out with it.\" He says continuing to look at some strange parchments.\n\"Well, uh…I guess it's about magic, and I guess um…\"\n\nMr. Demar looks up at you like he's going to slap you for stuttering so much. You finally speak up.\n\n\"I want to know more about Necromancy.\"\n\nMr. Demar steps back and gives you a few inspecting stares.\n\n\"I dunno what you're talking about, in fact if you don't get out of here I'm going report you to the dean for asking such questions.\" He warns, but you get the impression that he's not telling the truth. He probably thinks you were sent to spy on him by the dean or something. It's not like he hasn't been held under close scrutiny before.\n\n\"Mr. Demar, I'm not trying to get you into trouble, it's me! I really want to learn Necromancy, and you're about the only one I think can help me! I actually was worried about coming to you and I was nervous about the whole thing!\"\n\"Hmm, well I guess I always did think you were inclined towards the dark arts and given your annoying stuttering a moment ago, you do sound like you were nervous. Okay, you want to learn? I'll teach you. I'll teach you like I'm currently teaching so many others right now. Surprised? Yes, the time is coming to pass that we who are inclined to REAL power begin to make our place in this world…permanently. Though I still have concerns about you, I mean while you did about average in my class, I'm well aware that you're not exactly the best student in other fields. I question whether you can handle the power of the dark arts, let alone become a Necromancer.\"\n\nYou stand up straight and reply. \"I'm confident that this is my path.\"\n\n\"Good, I'm glad you said that, because there's no going back and this path is not for the weak. We also must maintain secrecy at all times until the day that we may take what is rightfully ours. Now come with me, we're going to see exactly what kind of potential you have.\"\n\nMr. Demar casts a spell and opens up a portal. He then prepares to enter it and beckons you to follow him, which you do. Suddenly you're whisked away into a place of near darkness. Given your immediate surroundings you'd guess that you're underground somewhere. You can hear the clinking of chains though nearby and moans.\n\n\"Where are we?\"\n\"Your testing area, this where we're going to find out what exactly you're made of. In the next room, you'll find some undead friends. They're currently chained up, but they won't be for long. Now, you can kill them, but as a Necromancer you're supposed to be controlling them, so obviously you should try to do that.\"\n\"But I don't know how! You haven't taught me any spells!\"\n\"And I'm not going to, you're going to have to figure this out yourself, but I will say this, it's all about the strength of willpower. Tap into your magical energy and if you have what it takes, you'll succeed. I'll leave you to it.\"\n\nDemar disappears back into the portal and leaves you all by yourself. You've really gotten yourself into it and now there really isn't any going back, and you can hear the chains from the next room dropping to the ground and the moans getting louder and closer.\n\nThere's a large bone on the ground and not much else in the room, and you can't run either as there are no other exits." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to prepare and concentrate" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin to concentrate and prepare for whatever is coming at you. A couple of zombies enter and as soon as they see you they shamble over.\n\nYou maintain your calmness and focus, backing up only to get out their reach. It's not work though, but you refuse to give up so you do something that you never thought you'd ever use.\n\nYou're underground and there are a lot of roots where you're at, you remember a minor spell you learned in you nature magic class. You cast the spell, and the roots entwine the zombies' feet causing them to be unable to move at you anymore. You then concentrate on controlling them, which now comes a lot easier to you because you don't feel in danger anymore.\n\nWhen you're sure you have a hold on them, you release the roots and then practice telling the zombies what to do. Sort of fun, like having a pet. Your fun is cut short when Mr. Demar reappears.\n\n\"Well, that was an interesting way of handling things. Don't think I've ever seen combining nature magic with necromancy before. Usually the student kills one of the zombies with a fireball or something and then focuses all their attention to control the other one. Still, whatever works, and you are one of the few that's managed to control the both of them with no training in necromancy at all, so you have natural talent. And natural talent will serve you better for this path.\"\n\"I understand why you gave me the test, but I have to say I thought you'd start me off on raising the dead rather than controlling them first.\" You say.\n\"Ah! Yes, that's a common misconception. You want to know why most necromancers fail even before they get started? Because they lack the control. Raising the dead is relatively easy; controlling them takes a great deal more focus and power. Most of the time a neophyte necromancer will go to the local graveyard and end up getting himself killed by the very bodies he raised because he can't control them. Okay, I think it's time we introduce you to the rest of the class. We'll have lots of time to practice while most of the so called regular students are away for vacation.\"\n\"Uh, I'm ready, but I was supposed to go visit my family for vacation…and well also I don't think I've passed all my classes either, specifically the nature magic class.\"\n\"What? (Sigh) Very well I shall take care of your grade; I know exactly how to handle the situation and I have a lot more pull in this school than most could ever dream of. As for your family members, I'll leave that up to you. Surely you can think up something to tell them, right?\"\n\"Yeah.\"\n\"Very well then, it's all settled. Time to meet the rest of your kind.\"\n\nOnce again Mr. Demar takes you through another portal. You're still underground, but now you're in a more structured setting with actual bricks rather than a cave like setting.\n\nYou're soon introduced to the rest of Mr. Demar's \"class\" known as the Dark Order. Some of whom you've actually seen on campus or even in your other classes. Those that know you are surprised.\n\n\"You're letting THAT guy in here? I remember him back in Illusion class, and he ended up creating clones that punched the professor in the face!\"\n\"That's nothing, back in Evocation class; he ended up setting the professor on fire.\"\n\n\"Okay that's enough class! I can assure you that he has the potential to master the dark arts. He wouldn't be here if I didn't think so. Now Trelik and Felsa, you're coming with me, the rest of you practice your lessons and one of you help our newest associate here get started, we're all in this together you know.\"\n\nAfter Demar leaves with two of his students, you're left to your own devices as it seems nobody wants to help you. You look around the study area a bit and you start to pick up one of the many tomes lying around until someone comes up to you.\n\n\"Hey, do you even know what those are for?\" an ugly student asks you.\n\"Well, they have a skull on the front, and from the looks of them they contain descriptions of various types of undead creature. My guess necromancy.\"\n\"Yeah, so what do you know of it?\"\n\"Not much, that's why I'm here obviously, isn't that why everyone else is?\"\n\"Not at all, in fact you're only the fifth necromancer-to-be here. Most of the students are into studying how to control the infernal planes. You know Demonology. There's even a guy studying on the lost art of temporal magic.\"\n\"Temporal? You mean time?\"\n\"Yep, a lot of people forget about that one being outlawed as well. Good reason, considering it could really fuck up something if not used properly. I'd actually stay away from Quayle, I think all that studying on time has made him a little loopy. He tends to talk backwards, and sideways a lot. Even Mr. Demar has a hard time keeping him on track.\"\n\"Interesting, so what's your name, are you a demonologist?\"\n\"Me, nope I'm one of the disciples of death as they say. My name's Sebastian. You might as well meet the others, you'll be working with.\"\n\nSebastian takes you over to two other students. Catalina and Irwin. They nod at you and go back to their training which involves creating a some sort of bone golem. Catalina looks somewhat familiar. Sebastian tells you the other is Trelik who just left with Mr. Demar.\n\n\"He's the most skilled, besides Mr. Demar of course.\" Sebastian says.\n\"So what exactly do I start on first?\" you ask.\n\"I'd start out with raising and controlling some skeletons. I know you probably did the zombie thing, but you'll need to hone your skill a lot and skeletons are easier to practice with. Take this book, and get started. You'll find the bone pits down the corridor and to the right, don't go left though; the demonologists got some bad ass demon locked in a circle down there. He's really pissed off too. Best stay away.\"\n\nYou take one of the necromantic tomes and head down the corridor. On your way there, you begin to hear a voice penetrating your head.\n\n\"You, come here. I know you. You seek power. I can give you that power; you need not waste your time studying anymore. I can grant it to you instantly. You want to be a master of death? Come to me…\"\n\nThis voice is very tempting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head down the left corridor" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You feel compelled to follow the voice and you head down the left corridor where eventually you come across a demon sitting in a couched position in a circle. He's looking at the chalk that creates the circle around him, before looking up at you. He's a lot bigger and meaner looking than even the demons you've met on campus. He certainly doesn't seem happy to be trapped. You suspect that they summoned this guy up from hell recently.\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\"My real name is unimportant, but you can call me Velzix…and you are the new disciple of Demar's delusional bunch of would be shit starters. They believe that they will be able to take over this school by using the dark arts. And perhaps they may, but such a victory will be fleeting. Mortals lack long term vision. They will not be prepared when the entire world unites against them…but you can be spared that fate. Free me, and I promise you that you will become a powerful force in the struggle ahead.\"\n\"While that sound tempting, demons are known for their deceitful nature and infamous for getting around loopholes in so called deals they make.\" You say.\n\"Yes, it is something we pride ourselves on…very well I will not harm you when you free me. That is what you worried about isn't it?\"\n\"It had crossed my mind.\"\n\"Okay, now you may free me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Free Velzix" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You easily remove the chalk around Velzix.\n\n\"Ah yes, another lack of vision, if they had been smarter they would've also placed a magical barrier around the chalk circle and bound me in magic chains. Well, now they shall pay for their arrogance!\"\n\nVelzix now free from his prison lets out an unearthly roar and pushes you aside to take revenge on his captors. As you recover and get off the floor, you can already hear the sounds of battle, followed by screams.\n\nYou hesitantly head towards the study area, and there you see carnage. The demon has easily killed everyone and is now casting some sort of spell.\n\n\"Now that I'm free, this world is going to suffer. That puny mortal Demar's petty plans pale in comparison in what I have in mind. He'll be first on the list that I'll track down. Shouldn't take long.\" He says and opens a portal to the infernal realm where upon several smaller demons come pouring out eager for blood. In fact they see you and begin to step towards you.\n\n\"H…hey! You said no harm would come to me!\"\n\"I said that I would not harm you. I never said anything about them! Ha ha! Like I said you mortals lack such vision!\"\n\nYou don't even have time to run before the demons jump on top of you and begin to rip you to pieces, the only good thing is you were spared the horrors that Velzix unleashed upon the world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You feel compelled to follow the voice and you head down the left corridor where eventually you come across a demon sitting in a couched position in a circle. He's looking at the chalk that creates the circle around him, before looking up at you. He's a lot bigger and meaner looking than even the demons you've met on campus. He certainly doesn't seem happy to be trapped. You suspect that they summoned this guy up from hell recently.\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\"My real name is unimportant, but you can call me Velzix…and you are the new disciple of Demar's delusional bunch of would be shit starters. They believe that they will be able to take over this school by using the dark arts. And perhaps they may, but such a victory will be fleeting. Mortals lack long term vision. They will not be prepared when the entire world unites against them…but you can be spared that fate. Free me, and I promise you that you will become a powerful force in the struggle ahead.\"\n\"While that sound tempting, demons are known for their deceitful nature and infamous for getting around loopholes in so called deals they make.\" You say.\n\"Yes, it is something we pride ourselves on…very well I will not harm you when you free me. That is what you worried about isn't it?\"\n\"It had crossed my mind.\"\n\"Okay, now you may free me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You negotiate some more" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Velzix isn't pleased that you're attempting to negotiate with him. He feels he's given you a fair deal, and he begins to raise his voice at what he considers to be your outrageous demands.\n\nOf course this doesn't help since it causes some of your fellow students to come wondering what's going on and hoping Velzix hasn't escaped.\n\n\"Hey! What're you doing here! You're not even a demonologist!\" one of them yells.\n\"Weak minded fool was probably tempted by Velzix's voice.\"\n\"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. I never said anything to him, he wandered down here on his own accord, and started talking to me about striking a deal of some kind.\" Velzix says with a smile.\n\"I DID NOT!\" you protest.\n\nYour protests don't do too much to help you though. The rest of the students decide you're either lying, or you don't have the mental strength to resist the temptations of Velzix. And in either case you're a liability that they can't afford.\n\nYou're struck by several lightning bolts and your corpse is completely burned black before you even fall to the ground." } ]

[ "Drama", "Female Protagonist", "Horror", "Humor", "Part of Series", "Post-Apocalyptic", "Romance", "Science Fiction", "Serious" ]

[ 501, 179, 107, 41, 14, 13, 9, 33 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nmodern\n\nStory elements:\nDrama, Female Protagonist, Horror, Humor, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance, Science Fiction, Serious\n\nSeed text:\nThings would be so much easier if your name was Mary Sue\nAdditional notes:\nThis story is a fully self contained one and can easily be read on its own, however it also acts as:\nA direct sequel to the \"Good Girl\" short story in Tales From The Basement.\nA semi sequel to the other TFTB short stories, Repression, TRASH, Love SICK and Geek.\nA semi prequel to Ground Zero.\nAs with any of my writings, the story comes before the game. However while there isn't a complex inventory and all of that, you can still \"win\" by getting one of the epilogues.\nThere are 16 epilogues total.\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you worried about these uncertain times? Do you…\"\n\nClick.\n\nYou're so damn sick of these Ground Zero commercials you think as you turn the TV off. If you older brother Ben hadn't shot his family and himself in a tragic paranoid breakdown you can only imagine he'd be going on about how right he was in building that underground bunker out in your backyard.\n\nYou look at the time and realize you've spent most of the day procrastinating watching TV even though there's not much on that interests you on TV anymore. All the channels you used to watch that had interesting shit on them now all have shallow reality shows and quite frankly you've got enough dysfunctional family drama going on in real life without needing to watch it on TV.\n\nYou remember a time when you could avoid most of the mess by hiding out in your basement. Unfortunately you can't even do that anymore. Ever since dad drank himself to death, the gravy train of living at home for free came to an end.\n\nWithout the help of your dad's pension checks anymore, your older Amazonian sister Kelly said there was no way in hell that she was going to keep supporting the house on her own unless she was the only one living in it. Seeing as she's a roller derby bitch as well as an illegal fight club brawler, it isn't like you or any of your siblings were in any position to argue with her.\n\nYour younger brother Peter, having given up his lofty dreams of being a famous movie director now spends a lot of his time in the garage making amateur porn with various guys he picks up at the clubs. He makes enough money through his website that it keeps Kelly off his back. He seems to enjoy what he's doing and at least he's not stealing your clothes anymore.\n\nYour younger sister Donna simply moved out and moved in with your best friend Julie who is still the eternal party girl. Really you're surprised Julie hasn't caught every STD known to man at this point. To be honest Donna's had more in common with Julie than you have for many years now. You're sure Donna's a lot happier at a \"party house.\"\n\nAs for you, you didn't have much in the way of options. Trying to get a job has failed spectacularly in this economy. Though your…\"unique\" and reclusive personality doesn't exactly help in that department.\n\nGiven some of the junk that's laying around the house you sometimes wonder if you shouldn't try to sell some of it over the Internet to support yourself. Seems like a lot of work though and you're no wheeler and dealer.\n\nDonna suggested that you move in with her and Julie, but that whole scene isn't for you. As much as you hate dealing with Kelly, you'd also hate having to put up with drunk horny guys (and girls) trying to get into your pants every five minutes, not to mention the loud music, crowds and the ever growing possibility of the cops busting the place for illegal drugs.\n\nWhich brings you to your boyfriend Bobby Morningstar who naturally has suggested that you move in with him on several occasions. This would be the ideal solution if it weren't for the fact that his own family consists of like a million siblings that all live in his cult compound. There's also the fact that his ex-girlfriend/sister Diana is wicked pissed at you for stealing him away from her.\n\nIt's been an ongoing source of tension between you and Bobby and you wish he'd just leave them all behind and you two could make a life together elsewhere, but his duty to family is strong, as is his faith to the Babylonian Goddess of Chaos, Tiamat which still involves human sacrifices.\n\nRight now you're having a period of separation with him. Sometimes you think about breaking up with him completely, but then you can't just dismiss the good times you do have with him. You have that special bond that only a couple could have when one warns the other about their serial killer relative lying in wait for them in the woods. Thank god Bobby took care of your uncle Ed. That had to be the scariest moment of your life dealing with that situation.\n\nOf course none of this delightful recap of past events really helps you. Kelly is starting to get very impatient with you and you fear that your months of stalling are coming to an end.\n\nKelly's currently not home, but she'll be back in a few hours to get a bit of sleep before heading off to her fight club stuff. Continuing to enjoy the time you have to not have to deal with her you go back to procrastinating, which mainly involves goofing off on the Internet, \"stumbling\" upon a porn site and then using battery powered means to relieve yourself of stress.\n\nEventually you hear the familiar slamming of the door and stomping around upstairs, which signifies that Kelly is indeed home.\n\n\"SUZY! Stop splittin' the kitten and get yer bony ass up here!\" you hear Kelly shout.\n\nYou were afraid of this. You clean yourself up a bit, mentally prepare yourself and then head upstairs.\n\n\"Hey Kelly…\" you start to say, but are interrupted.\n\"Shut up. I've got exactly a couple hours to get some rest before I have to drag my ass to my other job to support this fucking house and it's a fucking mess! You can't even clean up around here? Did you even look for a job today? Let me guess you spent the whole day fucking around on the Internet and masturbating didn't you?\"\n\"Well uh...\"\n\"Jesus fuckin' Christ Suzy, you're goddamn useless you know that? The only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now is because I need to save my energy and it would be too fucking easy.\"\n\nBefore you can even speak, Kelly continues her rant.\n\n\"GET A FUCKING JOB! I don't care what kind! Just be a contributing member of this household like Peter or get the fuck out like Donna!\"\n\"Kelly I'm trying, but I'm just not having any luck in finding anything, can't you help me out?\" you say.\n\"Help you out? I'm helping you out right now by supporting your ass! I've been helping you out for quite some time! In fact I originally suggested that you could probably become a ring girl at the fights, but you said no because you didn't want to dress up in skimpy clothing and parade around in front of a bunch of drunks.\"\n\"Kelly, you know I don't want to dress like that in public, especially not after what uncle Ed made me wear that night…\"\n\"Oh here we go, crazy old uncle Ed! How long you going to keep using that as an excuse? Sheesh, the way you go on about it, you act like he raped you. What happened instead? He got killed, you weren't even touched and you got a fucking boyfriend out of that deal! Some of us should be so lucky to be in a fucked up situation and STILL come out ahead! You know what I deal with on a regular basis? Steroid freaks trying to break my fucking neck that's what! You think I'd be making a living trading punches with fucktards if I LOOKED like you Suzy? You got the biggest advantage and you're just wasting it! What the hell is your goddamn problem?\"\n\nYou can see that Kelly is in full-blown jealousy mode and shows no signs of stopping. Attempting to walk away will only result in her getting physical with you so the only thing you can do is endure the verbal assault.\n\n\"This is sink or swim time sis. You either get your shit together by the end of this week or you're out on your ass! This sheltered girl act is really fucking OLD! You're a grown ass WOMAN. Start acting like one! Now get out of my fucking sight.\"\n\nYou meekly slink back to the basement and leave Kelly alone.\n\nYou silently mope for a while pondering what the hell you're going to do next. You then notice that your phone has been under your couch cushions and on silent all day. Bobby apparently has been repeatedly trying to contact you. Even left multiple texts saying that he really wants to talk, but the mood you're in right now, you don't want to deal with it.\n\nYou don't want to deal with anything. You just want to be safe in your own little world in the basement. How you miss those days…\n\nWell today isn't completely over yet. You've still got time to salvage some of it. Hell, maybe you can even make a major change in your life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get help from Peter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't want to move out and you can't trust yourself to not get distracted as usual trying to find a job. You need help and the only other person you know that has one in the house is Peter, so you decide to go see him and hope he isn't in the middle of \"working.\"\n\nYou head to the garage and knock on the door. From within you hear a come on in so you do so, unfortunately given Peter's state of near nakedness and a tube of KY in hand its obvious he wasn't expecting you.\n\n\"Oh. It's you. What do you want? I got a couple of guys coming over soon and I still need to lube up.\" he says\n\"Ugh…I need to speak to you.\" You say trying not to look at him. \"Can you put some damn clothes on?\"\n\"(Sigh) Fine, but let's hurry this up.\" Peter says and puts on a robe.\n\n\"Peter, I need your help in finding a job and before you even suggest it, no I'm not going to do what you do for money.\"\n\"Oh of course not. Wouldn't enter my mind to suggest such a thing to the likes of you. Which means I don't have many other suggestions for you. I mean I can only imagine you've failed horribly at getting a normal job due to your lack of a college degree, personality quirks and crippling introversion. You don't seem to have the motivation to start your own business and for some baffling reason you don't even take advantage of the natural gifts you do have. Pfft, if I was you, I'd start now because you're just getting older.\"\n\"Peter, I'm not a whore. I'm not going to just spread my legs to everyone for cash.\"\n\"Who said everyone? Just get one rich one, shit shouldn't be that hard for you.\"\n\"That's not who I am, besides I have a boyfriend…\"\n\"Who? Bobby? I thought you two broke up.\"\n\"No, well sort of…it's complicated.\"\n\"Well then you need to work something out with him then and let him take care of you because while I didn't hear the whole rant, Kelly was loud enough that I made out some of it even from here. Sounds like she gave you an ultimatum.\"\n\"I know. I know. I don't know what to do.\" You say slumping into a nearby chair.\n\nPeter and you have never been close and most of the time he's annoyed you by constantly stealing your clothes in the past, but to his credit he go over and tries to console you a bit with a hug, given that his dick is still swinging out of his robe, you'd rather he didn't and politely tell him you're fine.\n\n\"Have you tried the circus?\" Peter suddenly asks.\n\"What?\" you respond.\n\"The circus. There's a small one set up a few miles west outside of town. Almost like a gypsy camp really. Remember how our family used to go together? I think it's about the only time we all got along.\"\n\"Yeah…I always liked the clowns the most. I liked how outgoing and happy they always were. Even thought I'd grow up and be one at one point.\"\n\"Hm, I think you were the only one as far as that went. I still remember you used to paint up your face with mom's make up and try to entertain Donna and me at home. Though to be quite honest all you did was scare the hell out of us.\"\n\"Yeah…that's why I gave up that dream. Figured I was doing it wrong.\" You say gloomily.\n\"Oh. Sorry about that, didn't mean to be a dream crusher.\"\n\"It's okay, given my introversion I doubt if I would've been able to actually get in front of a crowd and do it anyway.\"\n\"Hey, you shouldn't have given up if that was what you wanted to do. I mean maybe you should pursue it now. I mean you don't have much to lose right and how hard could it be? Put on make up, dress up silly, and generally act creepy…erm I mean goofy.\"\n\nPeter's words do light a certain spark in you.\n\n\"Hmmm, maybe you're right…I'll do it!\" you suddenly exclaim.\n\"Good, glad to hear you're excited about something. So are you good now? I mean I'd talk more, but y'know still got guys coming over and…\"\n\"Oh right, yeah I'm good. Hold on, can I borrow your car to get to the circus tomorrow?\"\n\"Uhhh, yeah sure. Keys are over there.\"\n\"Thanks again Peter.\" You say taking the keys and leave.\n\nYou head back down to the basement filled with excitement at the prospect of pursuing your childhood dream again! It all seems a little crazy right now, but the more you think about it the more it makes sense.\n\nYou spend the rest of the night in good spirits and maintain a positive attitude that everything will be okay tomorrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next day..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"…our shelters are all equipped with the latest in state of the art technology, order now and…\"\n\nClick.\n\nYou fell asleep watching tv again. Seems like they're playing those damn commercials all the time now. Nothing like praying upon people's fears due to recent world events.\n\nYou look at the time and see that you've slept for most of the morning, but given that you're going to the circus to apply for a job you figure they will be open all night.\n\nYou also check your phone and see that Bobby's been trying to reach you, but you can't let yourself get distracted today. You need to focus on your goal of becoming a clown!\n\nYou take Peter's car and head towards the circus. The drive is fairly uneventful though one thing you notice is the increase in police cars and police in general. Apparently there's been some civil disturbance in multiple locations. You swear this one of the reasons why you never like leaving the basement in the first place. You hate the chaotic nature of people.\n\nBut then, if you have any hope of being a clown, you're going to have to get used to dealing with crowds and people. In fact you're going to have to get used to a lot of things, but you can't let yourself get a panic attack about this. You have to go through with this.\n\nEventually you arrive at your destination. Or at least you assume it is. Peter wasn't joking when he said it resembled a gypsy camp as opposed to a proper circus. You see a lot of little tents and some trailers, but nothing like a \"big top.\"\n\nMost of the people here are dwarves and last time you knew there wasn't a large population of little people in your town, so you can only assume that they're part of the circus. In fact from what you can tell there aren't actually any customers, just carnies.\n\nAs you wander a bit, you start getting a lot of looks, you aren't sure if they're staring at you because you're an outsider or if they're just gawking at you. Might be a bit of both. Doesn't take long before you're surrounded by a lot of the little people and you start to feel like Dorothy.\n\n\"Hey goldie with the legs, what're you doing around here? We're not open yet.\" One of their numbers says.\n\"Oh, well I wasn't here for that. I'm here because…\" you take a deep breath. \"I want to be a clown!\"\n\nThat certainly wasn't the response that they were expecting. You hear a few whispers before the one that was talking speaks again.\n\n\"A clown? Heh, well I'm not sure how successful that's going to work out for you, but luckily for you the owner of this fine circus is also a clown, so you'll need to speak with him either way. He's in the tent over there. Roofie is probably still hung over so try to speak quietly.\"\n\"Roofie?\"\n\"Yeah, that's his clown name… actually it mean be his real name as well. Anyway, don't worry he's not a rapist or anything like that, he's just a drunk. In fact he's probably the most mentally stable clown that we've ever had in this circus!\"\n\nTaking the dwarf's directions, you head over to Roofie's tent. The smell of booze is strong and when you enter you see a balding older man in oversized pants and suspenders sitting at a table holding his head in both hands. Beer and whiskey bottle are plentiful enough that you make yourself heard just by tripping over some.\n\n\"Goddamn it, it isn't fucking showtime and nobody's been coming anyway! Leave me alone, shit!\" Roofie shouts not even looking up and continuing to hold his head.\n\"Uh Mr. Roofie, I was told to speak to you.\"\n\nRoofie turns and looks at you. A big red nose still on his face.\n\n\"Huh? Wbo the hell are you? You look way too damn classy to be any whore that I'd be able to afford.\"\n\"My name's Suzy and I want to be a clown.\"\n\nAt this point Roofie slowly gets up from his seat kicking a few bottles aside. You continue to stand there starting to wonder if this was such a good idea.\n\n\"A clown? Now why the hell would a cute blonde like you want to be a fuckin' clown. Doesn't make sense. You playin' some sort of angle honey, because I assure you I'm in no mood and I ain't got any money for you to grift anyway.\"\n\"No, it's always been a life long dream ever since I was a little girl!\" you say and then start to go into detail of how you enjoyed circus clowns and a bunch of other life story shit that doesn't really interest Roofie. In fact he's just struggling to stand up and listen right now.\n\n\"Alright, alright, enough! Shit. I get it. (Sigh) Look honey I dunno what to tell you, we're not exactly the Ringling Brothers here. I'm also not exactly looking to hire and I barely keep this place running as it is.\"\n\"Please let me be a clown! Just give me a chance!\"\n\"Argh, too fucking loud! Fine show me your clown stuff, just keep your voice down.\"\n\"Clown stuff?\"\n\"Uh yeah, like can you juggle? A little magic maybe? Some slapstick? Do you have a character like being a hobo or something? What you think it's just easy as putting on white face make up, jumping around and laughing like an idiot?\"\n\"Well sort of…\"\n\"Sheesh. That's the kind of thinking that makes us look creepy rather than amusing. You do realize that most people hate clowns right? Doesn't help that we're constantly vilified in horror movies nowadays. Yer wastin' my time and yours if you don't even know the basics.\"\n\nRoofie isn't exactly inspiring your confidence in this anymore. You feel like just heading home, but can't run from this like you do with everything else, you've got no other options! You start to break down in tears.\n\n\"Maybe I don't know the basics, but I'll work hard! (Sob) I'm serious about this! (Sob) I've tried to get a job everywhere else and if I don't get this, I'll get kicked out of my house! This is my last chance! (Sob)\" you exclaim in between the tears.\n\"Last chance? Darling, if bein' a clown is your last chance, then you've got some major problems. (Sigh) I dunno even know why I'm entertaining this save for the fact that you're easy on the eyes even without the need for alcohol and I'm a sucker for a damsel in distress. Besides if the news is any indication, we're all gonna be dead by nuclear fire soon anyway, so fuck it. All right, stop yer weepin' an maybe we can do something with you.\"\n\nYou clear up your eyes a bit completely oblivious to Roofie's brief doomsday expectations.\n\n\"So you'll help train me?\"\n\"Well, hopefully you'll pick up something in time, but I'm not going to bother with regular training, you're going to learn trial by fire which all good clowns do anyway. Now the greatest thing going for you is that you're cute, so I'm thinkin' we create a character for you that utilizes your, shall we say natural talent.\"\n\"Wait, I'm not going to have my breasts exposed while wearing nothing but red clown noses on my nipples do I?\" you ask with concern.\n\"(Snort) Jesus girl. No, nuthin' like that.\" Roofie chuckles \"You'll be fully clothed, though you'll still be cute lookin'. Kinda like that one girl. Y'know in the funny books? The one with that rich vigilante. Anyway, the key thing to remember is you need to act cutesy. That's going to be your character. You'll be a cute clown while all the other clowns around you hilariously fail to try to win you over, hit each other with mallets and all that sort of shit…hmmm, this is actually sounding like a pretty good skit. I'm going to go round up the others and have a run through. In the meantime there's a bunch of clown outfits in the trunk over there. Fairly certain we got a bunch of unused girly ones that should fit you. Some make up over and a mirror over there. Don't worry about getting that just right for now since I know the lighting sucks in this tent. And uh, I dunno try to practice acting demure and shy.\"\n\nRoofie leaves the tent and you're left realizing that you might just succeed at getting this job! You quickly go through the trunk and find some pink and black-checkered leotard thing with a mini-skirt attached around the waist. It fits and fortunately while form fitting, it isn't excessively tight, though your legs are still exposed so you put on some knee high purple striped leggings. You feel sort of vulnerable undressing in a tent that someone could just enter at any time, but fortunately there's at least a privacy-screen you can dress behind.\n\nYou complete your look by putting your hair in girlish pigtails and applying a bunch of white face make up on and making your eyelashes and lips stand out with black eye liner and red lipstick.\n\nYou haven't had time to practice when Roofie returns with a bunch of other men in various clown outfits. One of them is even a little person like you met out front.\n\n\"Goddamn Roofie, I think I'm gonna have to rethink my plans of leaving your shitty carnival.\" One of them says.\n\"Leave? Hell, I think I'm in love.\" Says another before Roofie speaks up.\n\n\"Holy shit girl, I said cute clown, not harlequin seductress! You might need to tone it down in the future we're still trying to run a family show more or less. All right never mind, let's run through this and you guys TRY to remember to keep your tongues in your mouth on occasion.\"\n\nSo you run through the routine while Roofie gives everyone directions. At first you naturally feel a little unready and uneasy what with everyone flirting with you, but soon you start to get into the swing of things. In fact it starts to come easy, you bat your eyes, give a few girlish giggles when someone slips and falls trying to give you a balloon flower and similar things.\n\nEventually Roofie stops everyone and says the skit needs to be refined a bit, but it should work. He then tells everyone to leave since he wants speak with you privately. This seems to disappoint the others who all continue to stare at you while leaving.\n\n\"Well, other than the fact that I could tell some of them were having a really hard time in not actually groping you, I'd say that went well and even you seem to have gotten into character quickly. Maybe you do have what it takes after all. You still seem a little nervous though, which sort of helped your performance, but I'd rather you remain at ease. Anything that can help with that?\" Roofie asks.\n\"Well its like you said, I partially felt like one of them was going to jump on me at any given time. I mean is that something I'm going to have to worry about?\"\n\"Nah, that won't happen. We carnies have a rule against hurting each other. I mean I won't lie that they aren't going to stare a lot at you and most likely a few are going to make crude comments, but that's about as far as it is going to go if you decide to join and stay with us.\"\n\"You want me to join?\"\n\"If you're still interested, sure. I think you've got something to offer. Though like I said, I'm still not sure why someone like you would want to join a broken down circus like this one. I still think someone like you would be a model or something.\"\n\"Well, I'm wearing an outlandish outfit, my face is all painted up and a bunch of guys are falling over themselves just to get a look at me. Seems like I'm doing the same thing as a model save for the eating disorder.\"\n\nYour comment causes a laugh from Roofie.\n\n\"Ha ha! That's pretty good. I think I'm making the right decision. Okay, so about your sleeping arrangements, I might have to re-arrange some folks and that's always going to cause problems, so you might have to sleep in your car for tonight…\"\n\"Wait you want me to move in here?\"\n\"Well yeah. I mean I told you we weren't going to be staying here too much longer and you have to know that circus' do tend to travel right?\"\n\"Yeah, right. Of course. It's just, heh, I guess when I jumped into this I didn't think all of it through. Though that's probably obvious.\"\n\"Hrm, well it's your choice. I'm not gonna lie and say this life is the easiest and if you feel more comfortable at home or have loved ones you don't want to leave that's understandable.\"\n\"I dunno if I'd say all that, but the concept of leaving my home…well it's a bit of a big change for me. Like a VERY big one. And oddly, this opportunity has me seriously considering it.\"\n\"Well you do what's in your heart. Anyway, we aren't leaving today or even tomorrow, so I mean if you want to go back home and pick up some stuff, say goodbye to whoever, then you've got time. But even though we're not leaving tomorrow we are going to be open for our last show and I'll need you here. I'm hoping we'll at least get some people here and make at least a bit of money before picking up stakes and all that.\"\n\nYou aren't sure what to do. The logical thing to do would be to go back home and gather some belonging, say a few goodbyes and try to convince Peter to drive you back up here so he gets his car back.\n\nBut there's something within you that wonders if you shouldn't just make a clean break immediately and stay. You know yourself and if you get back home you're likely find some reason to stay and back out of this opportunity. You think about Bobby and how he'd be one of those reasons. You still haven't called him back." } ]

[ "Fantasy", "Grimdark", "Part of Series", "Serious", "War" ]

[ 1595, 664, 398, 253, 118, 55, 64, 187 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\ngrimdark fantasy\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nFantasy, Grimdark, Serious, War\n\nOne musician's tale in a dying world\nAdditional Notes:\nIf you've read and liked Necromancer, then this might interest you as this story takes place during the same course of events of that story. (Not a prequel, not a sequel, but an equal!)\nHowever, this story is definitely more \"story\" than \"game\". In fact you shouldn't even bother reading it if you're intent on \"winning\". You can't. That being said, there is a \"true ending\" to this story and you'll probably know if you get it. If you do get it, you can consider it a \"win\" if you like.\nThere are a few points in the story where there are links that lead to \"Letters to Home\". While not necessary to understand the story, they do provide a little more insight into the protagonist's thoughts and feelings on various situations.\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is no way to live.\n\nWorking on a barely profitable rundown farm with far too many family members to feed. It's a damn good thing you're an excellent hunter. However, lately there's even been a shortage of game to thwart your efforts.\n\nYou didn't really want to be working on the farm your whole life in the first place, you wanted to see the world but when dad died, things got a lot harder for the family and you had to take over as \"man\" of the house and stay put.\n\nSomething is going to have to change.\n\nWhile you'd like nothing more than to go through with your childhood dreams of becoming a traveling bard without any responsibility you don't have that luxury. Hell, you barely have time to play your lute anymore in the small amount of free time you do have. You doubt if you'd even be good enough to make a living for just yourself doing it.\n\nBut you need to get away, but what can you do that won't allow you to completely abandon your mom and all your brothers and sisters?\n\nYou suddenly think of the choice that many in your desperate position have thought of many times before.\n\nThe army.\n\nIts not exactly ideal, but you be traveling and seeing the world so to speak. You'd also be making enough money that you could send to your family. Your own living expenses would be provided for by the army.\n\nOf course there's all that fighting that usually goes along with it that you're not to keen on. Not that you aren't a stranger to battle as their have been the occasional bandits or kobold thieves that have attempted to steal from the farm in the past, but you prefer not to fight if possible, especially not up close. The bow has always been your weapon of choice. There's also the matter of mass combat on a grand scale that usually accompanies army life. A lot different than chasing away some thieves in the chicken coop.\n\nAs you're thinking about this, you also realize that there is another option. There's a small mercenary company passing through the area. They've been hanging out at the local tavern for a couple days. They don't seem to be the noblest sort from what you can tell, but fortunately they seem to have kept their revelry confined to the tavern. Who knows how they act away from \"civilization\" though.\n\nStill, it's something to consider. There probably is less attention to discipline and a little more relaxed on rules and regulations. You probably wouldn't be fighting in some mass land war that governments are fond of waging. Mercenaries travel a lot and tend to make more, however they tend to get hired for a lot weirder jobs, usually ones that the employer doesn't want people to know about or ones that nobody else seems to be able to handle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enlist in the army" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, as much as you're going to hate the whole uniform thing, you'd rather there be some sort of guidelines. The mercenaries look like a rough bunch. You get the impression\nyou'd have to be watching your back as much as your enemies if you signed up with them.\n\nYou explain your decision to join the army to the family one night at dinner. Your revelation comes as a shock. Your smaller brothers and sisters don't want you to go, your\nbrother Mallack really doesn't want you to leave since he'll be next in line to take the brunt of the manual labor!\n\nYour mother surprises you as much as you surprised everyone else. You expected her to be the most vocal about you not leaving, but she sees that this would help out the family. She gives her blessing.\n\nBefore you leave the next day with your packed belongings, your whole family comes to say goodbye to you. You almost hesitate to leave, wondering if it would actually be better for you to stay, but your mother urges you on.\n\n\"Don't worry! Mallack is old enough to take over your responsibilities on the farm. He's not quite as skilled of a hunter, but he'll be able to do it. I've always known that you've had a desire to travel. The army isn't an ideal life I hope you realize though.\" Your mom says.\n\"Yeah, I know, but I've thought it through.\"\n\"Very well, you're old enough to make your own decisions and live your own life, though I'm glad to see that you still want to help the family as opposed to just leaving in the middle of the night.\"\n\"I'll start sending money as soon as possible. I'll also try to write and visit when I can.\"\n\"I know…okay, you best get going. It's still quite a walk to the capitol.\"\n\nYou begin to leave the farm as your family wave goodbye to you in the distance.\n\nSoon you're on the road to your nation's capitol. You've been to Zal once before a long time ago with your dad when he was trying to sell some kobold eyes to an alchemist there. You remember being overwhelmed with how many people lived there and how big it was. You always did want to go there again one day; you just didn't think it would be to enlist in the army.\n\nEventually you arrive at Zal. The place is even bigger than the last time you came here. So much has changed and you're a little overwhelmed. You don't have any knowledge of the city so you ask the gate guard who is giving a watchful look to everyone coming in and out.\n\n\"Excuse me…\"\n\"Whadda ya want peasant? I'm busy! Market square is three blocks down as soon as you get inside the gate here!\" The guard snaps.\n\"No, I was wondering where I could enlist in the army.\"\n\nThe guard seems to change his tone to a somewhat more cordial tone.\n\n\"Oh I see. Well, as soon as you go through the gate, take a left, and walk two blocks. The recruiting office is on the right hand side across from a general store.\"\n\nYou thank him and proceed, but you can't help overhearing the guard laughing to his buddy as you walk away. You don't make out all of it, but \"Dumb fucking hayseed peasant.\" was definitely in there.\n\nAt last you arrive at the recruiting office. The man sitting at the desk looks bored at first, but perks up a bit when he sees you.\n\n\"Well now, this is a nice break in the monotony. Have a seat.\"\n\"I want to enlist in the army.\"\n\"Well of course you do son, why else would you be here? To join the Zalan Empire's best right? Okay, but before we start I need to ask you some questions just so we can get a feel of where we think you'll best serve in the Emperor's glorious army.\"\n\"Uh, okay.\"\n\"Good, so where are you from son? You certainly don't look like you're from the city here. You look like a farmer.\"\n\"Well I sort of am sir. My family owns a farm a couple miles from the city, I decided to enlist to help my family monetarily. Times are hard on the farm.\"\n\"Mmm, noble of you. Your sense of duty will also serve you well too. Any combat experience?\"\n\"Some, but nothing major I'm afraid. A few bandits. Kobolds in the chicken coop. That's about it.\"\n\"Don't worry you'll learn to be a killing machine, but your past experience are more than some we've recruited. Any other talents?\"\n\"Besides farming? Um…I'm a good hunter, I use this bow all the time!\" you say and show the recruiter your worn bow.\n\"Good. Good. We can always use good marksmen. But you'll get the chance to use a better bow than that old thing you've been carrying around. What's that other thing on your back?\"\n\"Oh this? Well this is my uh lute.\"\n\"Lute? Ha ha! You a bard or something?\"\n\"Well not really, but…\"\n\"You planning on charming the enemies with your music?\"\n\"Uh…\" you say begin to get a little anxious.\n\"Hah! Settle down son, I'm just messing with you. But I'm afraid whatever your musical hobbies may be you'll most likely be abandoning them. Can't be picking your lute while an angry ogre is charging at you or you're storming a castle. This is the army, not an entertainment company!\"\n\nThe recruiter at this point begins to look through some papers and grabs one after looking it over.\n\n\"Ah. Here it is…you know how to read and write?\"\n\"YES!\" you say indignantly for the first time.\n\"Okay, okay, don't get testy. Its just most of you peasant farmer types don't. Anyway just sign here and we'll get you started on your basic training.\"\n\nYou take the paper, and give it a pointless look over like you actually understand all the legal mumbo jumbo and sign. The recruiter takes the paper from you and then shakes your hand.\n\n\"Congratulations son! You're in the Zalan Army now! The best damn one in this world!\"\n\nSomehow he's more enthusiastic than you are…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's boot camp for you!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "6 months pass…\n\nSix months of the most grueling physical training you've ever had the misfortune of dealing with! However you fared better than some of your fellow cadets. Guess all that farm living paid off.\n\nYou've certainly improved what combat skills you had, but your marksmanship has improved greatly. You know that Drill Sergeant Kosser has been paying special attention to your abilities. You're not sure if that's a good thing of not.\n\nIn any event you're being told where your first assignment is going to be. Most of those in your group are being sent to Tulan border. Not the most pleasant assignment. The fighting is getting worse there.\n\nWhat started as a minor border dispute has turned into a series of battles with neither side making too much progress. Even before you joined the military you'd heard stories of the greedy king who runs the Tulan Kingdom. You heard from traveling merchants about how he allows a few demons to walk around in his lands! Utter madness in your opinion. The Zalan Empire might be a little strict on the rules and regulations, but better that than demons letting walking around, in your opinion they should all be killed on sight regardless on whether they're obeying the \"law\" or not, they're evil.\n\nYou sit anxious on your bed in the barracks as name after name gets called off. Finally Kosser calls off your name, and you fully expect to get sent to the Tulan border.\n\n\"I want to talk to you in private.\" Is what you hear instead.\n\nThis makes you even more nervous. What's he going to do? Send you on? A mission to assassinate the Tulan King?\n\nAfter everyone else has gotten there assignments you follow Kosser back to his office. He sits down and speaks direct.\n\n\"Alright farmboy, I'm sure you've noticed me watching your marksmanship skills. You're one of the best ones that have come in here for awhile. You have a natural talent and you've only improved it through training. It would be a blessing to have someone like you up at the Tulan border. The gods know we could use anything to help break the stalemate there.\"\n\"…but?\" you ask hoping that there is one.\n\"But…your skills might be better served in a place that has a better mortality rate, yet still needs taking care of.\"\n\"Where's that sir?\"\n\"Here.\" Kosser points to a map to a nearby location. It's the Retlad Kingdom. You can't imagine what's going on there, since as far as you know, you're Zalan is at peace with them.\n\"Retlad? I thought we're at peace with them?\"\n\"We are…in fact rumors are saying we'll probably incorporate them into the empire in the near future. I dunno how much you know about politics out there on the farm, but Retlad is basically a bankrupt kingdom. Their dumb ass royalty spent a shitload of their treasury on building ships in some vain attempt to find more land mass on this world. Hah! Doesn't exist! We learned than centuries ago! Anyway now they don't have enough to pay for a proper military and their kingdom is being overrun by hostile Quillar tribes. They want us to help. Begging us practically and we have, but it's a pain in the ass. Quillars are fast and as their name suggests shoot multiple sharp quills at their enemies. I've seen them go through plate armor.\"\n\"That doesn't sound good.\"\n\"No, it's not good. The Retlad knight orders got decimated within two months of the first invasion wave. We're taking a better approach. We need to have equally quick troops that can at least match the fire power. We've sent a couple of war wizards, but most of them are serving on the Tulan border. Gunpower weapons are a little too slow for this sort of thing, so we're looking for people good with a bow. Quick enough to at least get a few shots off from a distance and run. Because hit and run tactics are what the Quillars excel at, so you'll have to do likewise.\"\n\nKosser pauses his talking for a moment. You take this opportunity to interject a question.\n\n\"And this assignment you say has a lower mortality rate?\"\n\"Well, we haven't sent as many people there yet, but so far we've made a little more progress there than at the Tulan border. But of course I won't say it's a safe assignment. Those Quillar bastards are vicious and merciless. Up to you farmboy. You're getting a bonus here. You're actually getting to choose your assignment. Not many that get out of boot camp get that privilege.\"\n\nSome \"privilege\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Tulan Border" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't like the sound of the Quillars and it doesn't really sound all that much safer. You decide that at the Tulan border you'll at least be with a few people you already know from boot camp and you'll be fighting something less scary. (Or at least human)\n\n\"I'll take the Tulan Border assignment sir.\"\n\"Hm, I'm surprised. Hope your skills come in of some use there. Here's your first month's pay, I suggest you live it up here in Zal, for the couple of days you have off before you leave.\"\n\nYou take the small bag and look inside. This will certainly help your family. You take a few coins for yourself and then ask if arrangements can be made to have your payment sent to your family from now on. He tells you yes, but asks that surely that you will still want some of it. You agree to just taking 10% of it. You don't need much.\n\n\"Sheesh, living bare minimum huh? Don't you want to eat anything other than military rations every once in awhile?\" Kosser questions again.\n\"Nah. If I need extra food, I'll just hunt.\"\n\"You know there aren't many luxuries on the border, but when a traveling merchant shows up, you might regret not having enough money. You sure you don't want more?\"\n\"Nope. I'll be fine. My family needs that money more than I do.\"\n\"Alright then, family man.\"\n\nYou exit the barracks and wander the city a bit. You find it very interesting. You sort of wish you could stay longer to take in more sights. However one thing catches your eye. A small store and in the window is a lute. Looks almost like the one you had before it was taken away from you in basic training. You haven't gotten a chance to play in six months and you'd really like to…\n\nHey you're a soldier now, you've proven yourself. You figure you can take one personal belonging with you to Tulan as long as you keep them packed properly. You enter the store and with the little money you have you buy the lute. You spend the most of the day and the next practicing it. You didn't forget as much as you thought. You also finish up writing a letter to your family and give it to a Zalan messenger carrier.\n\nFinally the third day arrives for you to move out. A couple of officers arrive to take all of you. You're stopped though as you're picked out.\n\n\"Hold up you. What's that?\"\n\"It's a lute sir.\"\n\"A lute? What the fuck do you think this is? An acting company? Get rid of that thing, you won't be needing that where you're going!\"\n\"But…\"\n\"You disobeying me soldier?\"\n\"No sir!\"\n\"Alright then, get rid of it!\"\n\nYou sadly get rid of your lute which you never got to play and basically wasted your money on. You don't know what you were thinking anyway. You're in the damn army. You're going to be doing a lot of fighting and all of that, not playing some stupid instrument. You should've realized that the first time it was taken away from you in boot camp.\n\nYou've made this choice; you need to just put these dreams of being a \"musician\" out of your head right now. You weren't meant to be one, and all those years of deluding yourself in between real work were just fleeting dreams of a teenager. Time to grow up.\n\nWhile you resign yourself to this mindset, you aren't particularly happy with it. When you get to the Tulan Border you're even less happy. Your first battle is filled with all the bad stuff that usually accompanies such things. It's definitely not a fun assignment and your only consolation is that you know your family is getting more financial aid for you doing this.\n\nAfter a few months, you're absolutely miserable. You don't have your music to keep your mind off of the conditions and everything is bad here. The fort you're currently stationed at supplies only the bare minimum of living, no magical back up, the captain is a real asshole and the rest of those you serve with aren't too much better. Though so many are killed everyday that you never really grow to dislike (or like) anyone that much in that department. More are sent in and more die, it's like an ongoing cycle, everyone's so expendable in this ongoing border war that gets worse with each passing month.\n\nIt doesn't even come to your surprise when the day comes that you're mortally wounded while on patrol. One of the new soldiers tells you to hold on and that he'll get help, but you know he won't get any in time and it wouldn't matter anyway.\n\nAs you lay dying, your only regret is that you didn't get to play music like you always wanted to, and now you never will." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "6 months pass…\n\nSix months of the most grueling physical training you've ever had the misfortune of dealing with! However you fared better than some of your fellow cadets. Guess all that farm living paid off.\n\nYou've certainly improved what combat skills you had, but your marksmanship has improved greatly. You know that Drill Sergeant Kosser has been paying special attention to your abilities. You're not sure if that's a good thing of not.\n\nIn any event you're being told where your first assignment is going to be. Most of those in your group are being sent to Tulan border. Not the most pleasant assignment. The fighting is getting worse there.\n\nWhat started as a minor border dispute has turned into a series of battles with neither side making too much progress. Even before you joined the military you'd heard stories of the greedy king who runs the Tulan Kingdom. You heard from traveling merchants about how he allows a few demons to walk around in his lands! Utter madness in your opinion. The Zalan Empire might be a little strict on the rules and regulations, but better that than demons letting walking around, in your opinion they should all be killed on sight regardless on whether they're obeying the \"law\" or not, they're evil.\n\nYou sit anxious on your bed in the barracks as name after name gets called off. Finally Kosser calls off your name, and you fully expect to get sent to the Tulan border.\n\n\"I want to talk to you in private.\" Is what you hear instead.\n\nThis makes you even more nervous. What's he going to do? Send you on? A mission to assassinate the Tulan King?\n\nAfter everyone else has gotten there assignments you follow Kosser back to his office. He sits down and speaks direct.\n\n\"Alright farmboy, I'm sure you've noticed me watching your marksmanship skills. You're one of the best ones that have come in here for awhile. You have a natural talent and you've only improved it through training. It would be a blessing to have someone like you up at the Tulan border. The gods know we could use anything to help break the stalemate there.\"\n\"…but?\" you ask hoping that there is one.\n\"But…your skills might be better served in a place that has a better mortality rate, yet still needs taking care of.\"\n\"Where's that sir?\"\n\"Here.\" Kosser points to a map to a nearby location. It's the Retlad Kingdom. You can't imagine what's going on there, since as far as you know, you're Zalan is at peace with them.\n\"Retlad? I thought we're at peace with them?\"\n\"We are…in fact rumors are saying we'll probably incorporate them into the empire in the near future. I dunno how much you know about politics out there on the farm, but Retlad is basically a bankrupt kingdom. Their dumb ass royalty spent a shitload of their treasury on building ships in some vain attempt to find more land mass on this world. Hah! Doesn't exist! We learned than centuries ago! Anyway now they don't have enough to pay for a proper military and their kingdom is being overrun by hostile Quillar tribes. They want us to help. Begging us practically and we have, but it's a pain in the ass. Quillars are fast and as their name suggests shoot multiple sharp quills at their enemies. I've seen them go through plate armor.\"\n\"That doesn't sound good.\"\n\"No, it's not good. The Retlad knight orders got decimated within two months of the first invasion wave. We're taking a better approach. We need to have equally quick troops that can at least match the fire power. We've sent a couple of war wizards, but most of them are serving on the Tulan border. Gunpower weapons are a little too slow for this sort of thing, so we're looking for people good with a bow. Quick enough to at least get a few shots off from a distance and run. Because hit and run tactics are what the Quillars excel at, so you'll have to do likewise.\"\n\nKosser pauses his talking for a moment. You take this opportunity to interject a question.\n\n\"And this assignment you say has a lower mortality rate?\"\n\"Well, we haven't sent as many people there yet, but so far we've made a little more progress there than at the Tulan border. But of course I won't say it's a safe assignment. Those Quillar bastards are vicious and merciless. Up to you farmboy. You're getting a bonus here. You're actually getting to choose your assignment. Not many that get out of boot camp get that privilege.\"\n\nSome \"privilege\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Retlad Kingdom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You've never even heard of Quillars before, but they still sound less dangerous than the Tulan Border, that place is only going to get worse, you know it.\n\n\"I'll take the Retlad assignment sir.\"\n\"Hm. Smart. Here's your first month's pay, I suggest you live it up here in Zal, for the couple of days you have off before you leave.\"\n\nYou take the small bag and look inside. This will certainly help your family. You take a few coins for yourself and then ask if arrangements can be made to have your payment sent to your family from now on. He tells you yes, but asks that surely that you will still want some of it. You agree to just taking 10% of it. You don't need much.\n\n\"Sheesh, living bare minimum huh? Don't you want to eat anything other than military rations every once in awhile?\" Kosser questions again.\n\"Nah. If I need extra food, I'll just hunt.\"\n\"You know even the booze and brothel girls in Retlad aren't THAT cheap. You sure you don't want more?\"\n\"Nope. I'll be fine. My family needs that money more than I do.\"\n\"Alright then, family man.\"\n\nYou exit the barracks and wander the city a bit. You find it very interesting. You sort of wish you could stay longer to take in more sights. However one thing catches your eye. A small store and in the window is a lute. Looks almost like the one you had before it was taken away from you in basic training. You haven't gotten a chance to play in six months and you'd really like to…\n\nHey you're a soldier now, you've proven yourself. You figure you can take one personal belonging with you to Retlad as long as you keep them packed properly. You enter the store and with the little money you have you buy the lute. You spend the most of the day and the next practicing it. You didn't forget as much as you thought. You also finish up writing a letter to your family and give it to a Zalan messenger carrier.\n\nFinally the third day arrives for you to move out. A couple of officers arrive to take most of your other fellow cadets. Mostly to the Tulan border, however, it would appear you have a different escort. A young man in loose robe approaches you. He looks like a wizard, but you wonder for how long since he seems about your age.\n\n\"Hey, are you the one going to the Retlad Kingdom?\" he asks\n\"Yeah, who are you?\"\n\"I'm Wessel. And don't you dare get cute and call me weasel, or I'll have to blast you with a lightning bolt.\"\n\"I wasn't planning on it.\" You say which causes Wessel to start laughing.\n\"Geez, I was just fucking with you. Don't be so serious! So you ready to go?\"\n\"Yeah I guess, are you my superior officer?\"\n\"Huh? Oh no. Look I got our horses waiting outside; we can do all this getting to know you stuff on the way.\"\n\nYou and Wessel get on the horses and ride towards your destination. It would appear that you're the only one from your group to be going, but of course you were the only expert marksman.\n\nWessel begins to tell you more about why he's with you. In fact he doesn't really let you do much talking at all. He says he's a native citizen of the Zalan Empire, but he just graduated from the esteemed magic university in the city state of Nuro. Wessel goes on to and says that when he heard they needed a few wizard over in Retlad, he decided to volunteer to test his skills and get paid while doing it. He explains that the pair of you will be following the orders of a Captain Vhalat.\n\nEveryone knows about Nuro. It's very famous, and you always wondered what kind of magical wonders existed there, so you're eager to hear more and he's all too happy to tell you. Despite Wessel's primary focus on himself, it sounds like a place you'd want to visit one day.\n\nEventually you arrive at the border and so far the Retlad Kingdom doesn't look very well kept. The road begins to show evidence of disrepair and the sign posts are broken. You begin to keep your eye out for a possible attack at any second.\n\n\"Look! Over there! It's a village and it's under attack! Come on!\" Wessel yells and rides towards the village in the distance. You try to tell him to wait, but he's already well on his way, so you ride after him.\n\nYou've never seen a Quillar before, but the closer you get to the village, you start seeing humanoid creatures covered in sharp spikes running around at a fast speed which could only be them. They are indeed fearsome looking. You also see a lot of the people running from them, and even a few people dressed in protective gear similar to yours…not that its doing them much good.\n\n\"Alright you prickly bastards here's something for ya!\" Wessle shouts riding into the village with one hand raised in the air for a lightning blast attack. He shows no fear. You have no idea if all wizards are like this, but he's either got to be brave, stupid or just suicidal. Of course he could be all three. Up until now you always thought wizards were supposed to be meek types that didn't charge into battle and preferred to kill from afar. You guess you were wrong." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay with him to back him up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This reckless idiot is probably going to get himself killed if you don't stick by his side. You ride quickly to catch up with him in the village, and draw your bow.\n\nSurprisingly for your first battle, you manage to keep calm and focused on the enemy. Hard to do considering the Quillars aren't the easiest of foes. They're quick and they're firing their quills faster than you're firing your bow.\n\nThe problem though isn't the Quillars, its Wessel. He's having such a \"good time\" blasting the Quillars, that he's causing a lot more collateral damage in the process. During one of these moments, your own horse gets spooked by the incredibly close fireball blast and rears back causing you to fall off of it.\n\nYou're still shaking the cobwebs when one of the Quillars unleashes more quills and hits you with several of them. You collapse in pain, as the Quillar charges at you. It doesn't kill you though. Wessel makes sure of that when he throws a bolt of lightning at it.\n\nUnfortunately the Quillar happens to have grabbed you just as its hit by the lightning. Your current pain is increased severely as the electrical current passes through your body, but not for long and your fried body eventually stops its deaths throes.\n\nWessel has a hard time explaining that the other transfer was hit by \"friendly\" fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You've never even heard of Quillars before, but they still sound less dangerous than the Tulan Border, that place is only going to get worse, you know it.\n\n\"I'll take the Retlad assignment sir.\"\n\"Hm. Smart. Here's your first month's pay, I suggest you live it up here in Zal, for the couple of days you have off before you leave.\"\n\nYou take the small bag and look inside. This will certainly help your family. You take a few coins for yourself and then ask if arrangements can be made to have your payment sent to your family from now on. He tells you yes, but asks that surely that you will still want some of it. You agree to just taking 10% of it. You don't need much.\n\n\"Sheesh, living bare minimum huh? Don't you want to eat anything other than military rations every once in awhile?\" Kosser questions again.\n\"Nah. If I need extra food, I'll just hunt.\"\n\"You know even the booze and brothel girls in Retlad aren't THAT cheap. You sure you don't want more?\"\n\"Nope. I'll be fine. My family needs that money more than I do.\"\n\"Alright then, family man.\"\n\nYou exit the barracks and wander the city a bit. You find it very interesting. You sort of wish you could stay longer to take in more sights. However one thing catches your eye. A small store and in the window is a lute. Looks almost like the one you had before it was taken away from you in basic training. You haven't gotten a chance to play in six months and you'd really like to…\n\nHey you're a soldier now, you've proven yourself. You figure you can take one personal belonging with you to Retlad as long as you keep them packed properly. You enter the store and with the little money you have you buy the lute. You spend the most of the day and the next practicing it. You didn't forget as much as you thought. You also finish up writing a letter to your family and give it to a Zalan messenger carrier.\n\nFinally the third day arrives for you to move out. A couple of officers arrive to take most of your other fellow cadets. Mostly to the Tulan border, however, it would appear you have a different escort. A young man in loose robe approaches you. He looks like a wizard, but you wonder for how long since he seems about your age.\n\n\"Hey, are you the one going to the Retlad Kingdom?\" he asks\n\"Yeah, who are you?\"\n\"I'm Wessel. And don't you dare get cute and call me weasel, or I'll have to blast you with a lightning bolt.\"\n\"I wasn't planning on it.\" You say which causes Wessel to start laughing.\n\"Geez, I was just fucking with you. Don't be so serious! So you ready to go?\"\n\"Yeah I guess, are you my superior officer?\"\n\"Huh? Oh no. Look I got our horses waiting outside; we can do all this getting to know you stuff on the way.\"\n\nYou and Wessel get on the horses and ride towards your destination. It would appear that you're the only one from your group to be going, but of course you were the only expert marksman.\n\nWessel begins to tell you more about why he's with you. In fact he doesn't really let you do much talking at all. He says he's a native citizen of the Zalan Empire, but he just graduated from the esteemed magic university in the city state of Nuro. Wessel goes on to and says that when he heard they needed a few wizard over in Retlad, he decided to volunteer to test his skills and get paid while doing it. He explains that the pair of you will be following the orders of a Captain Vhalat.\n\nEveryone knows about Nuro. It's very famous, and you always wondered what kind of magical wonders existed there, so you're eager to hear more and he's all too happy to tell you. Despite Wessel's primary focus on himself, it sounds like a place you'd want to visit one day.\n\nEventually you arrive at the border and so far the Retlad Kingdom doesn't look very well kept. The road begins to show evidence of disrepair and the sign posts are broken. You begin to keep your eye out for a possible attack at any second.\n\n\"Look! Over there! It's a village and it's under attack! Come on!\" Wessel yells and rides towards the village in the distance. You try to tell him to wait, but he's already well on his way, so you ride after him.\n\nYou've never seen a Quillar before, but the closer you get to the village, you start seeing humanoid creatures covered in sharp spikes running around at a fast speed which could only be them. They are indeed fearsome looking. You also see a lot of the people running from them, and even a few people dressed in protective gear similar to yours…not that its doing them much good.\n\n\"Alright you prickly bastards here's something for ya!\" Wessle shouts riding into the village with one hand raised in the air for a lightning blast attack. He shows no fear. You have no idea if all wizards are like this, but he's either got to be brave, stupid or just suicidal. Of course he could be all three. Up until now you always thought wizards were supposed to be meek types that didn't charge into battle and preferred to kill from afar. You guess you were wrong." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "RPG", "Serious" ]

[ 463, 94, 43, 12, 4, 1, 1, 3 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: sci-fi Themes: RPG, Serious Details: You are Eve's child. Gender and name is customizable. Go through the growing years of the new Homo Perfectus, and learn from the older Imperfects to prepare for the time when you are forced to take charge of the new generation of mutants.\nBoth the power and the companion systems are very similar to Homo Perfectus 6. The main difference is that the companions have health bars, and can die if used poorly.\nI intend to make this the final Homo Perfectus installment, although I have said that before, so I don't know whether that will last. This story is a lot longer than any of my past stories, as it goes through many years of the main character's life, and is really Homo Perfectus 8, Homo Perfectus 9 and Homo Perfectus 10 all in one (in order to have the decisions made through one of them to affect the others without having a tedious numerical system).\nWhether you can get the super heroic ending or not depends on how many team members you have, so if you can't get the best ending, that's probably the reason.\nEDIT: Added a page to the story. Just a single page, that's all, but it was a story Baryon tells that I just thought of and I had to include it somewhere. This of course meant I had to unpublish and republish the story so if your save just got deleted, that would be why. Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Select the gender for your main character.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Male" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Select the first letter in your character's name.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is currently A.\n\nChoose the second letter in your character's name, or click the link to Chapter 1-Prologue to begin.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is currently Aa.\n\nChoose the third letter in your character's name, or click the link to Chapter 1-Prologue to begin.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is currently Aaa.\n\nChoose the fourth letter in your character's name, or click the link to Chapter 1-Prologue to begin.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is currently Aaaa.\n\nChoose the fifth letter in your character's name, or click the link to Chapter 1-Prologue to begin.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is currently Aaaaa.\n\nChoose the sixth letter in your character's name, or click the link to Chapter 1-Prologue to begin.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is currently Aaaaaa.\n\nChoose the seventh letter in your character's name, or click the link to Chapter 1-Prologue to begin.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is currently Aaaaaaa\n\nChoose the final letter in your character's name, or click the link to Chapter 1-Prologue to begin.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is now Aaaaaaaa.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter 1-Prologue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a bad dream, I wake up. I look around and see that I am sitting in my bed. I must have sat up without knowing it. I can hear voices outside my room, and as I listen to them, they become clearer and clearer.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back to sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decide to just lie in my bed. No point in disturbing mommy. She's probably talking about something important with Freakshow and Baryon. I should do like Brute always tells me to and handle my problems on my own. That's how I become a big guy instead of a little guy.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zzzz..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I fall asleep again, my dreams slowly start to get better, and I manage to sleep soundly for the rest of the night.\n\nThe first thing I do when I wake up is look at the clock. It's 9:42 a.m.\n\nI lie around in my bed for a few moments, just thinking and waiting for my feet to gain the strength to stand up...in a manner of speaking. I start hearing those loud creaks coming from the room next door, which is Brute's room. His bed can barely hold him, and so, his movements become rather loud. As I start to listen in to the sounds, my hearing starts to increase. Mom says it's something I'll learn to control eventually, but says that right now, I'm too young.\n\nAs my hearing increases, Baryon giving Leksiah a mind massage, Skage and Freakshow talking to Googles and Hyper's snoring. I also think I can hear mom sparring with some of the new guys in the training room.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay there and keep listening to the surrounding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although I can hear most of the things going on in the building, I need to pick a single scenario to focus on in order to distinguish anything in particular.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I finally get enough strength to get out of bed and then immediately get dressed.\n\nThe living area is where the rooms and the lounge and all that is in the civilian sector. Although the Imperfects do a lot of fighting against bad guys, some people here, like me, don't fight at all, and we live here.\n\nOnce, the Imperfects were a team of crime-fighters, but now, all kinds of people with genetic modifications come here to stay safe, and make sure others are safe from them. Freakshow has explained to me that sometimes, a mutation makes people a danger to those around them, and coming here is the best way to fix that.\n\nI could go get breakfast and do some of the boring regular stuff, or I could sneak around the part of the base that handles the super-hero things. Much more interesting.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go get breakfast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the dining hall, and see the twins, Brad and Sharon there. They're a year younger than I am and were found just outside the lobby when they were just infants. Everyone could see that they we're mutants, and soon we discovered that they had the ability to shapeshift. They can't change their bones or stretch as much as Freakshow can, but instead, they don't have four eyes or tentacles. Now, they usually assume a non-mutated version of how they normally look, and I haven't seen their natural appearances for a very long time now. Freakshow and Gabrielle have become sort of parents to them, and they're among the few children here that are my age.\n\n\"Aaaaaaaa? Good morning\" Brad says and looks at me. Sharon turns towards me as well.\n\n\"Good morning\" I say towards both of them and sit down at their table. Soon, Baryon sits down next to us, but he seems a little less gaseous than usual, not to mention that him sitting down makes a sound, which is unusual for someone who has no weight.\n\n\"Practicing your Baryon, are you?\" I ask Freakshow and he turns back to his normal appearance.\n\n\"Yeah. I kind of understand Brute now. Knowing something is impossible really drives you to try to prove everyone wrong.\"\n\n\"You got the twitching part right. But all those black nearly invisible fluid-like tendrils that seem to be everywhere on his...I guess you could call it his body.\"\n\n\"Yeah. That can be tough.\"\n\n\"Oh, and try not to make sounds when you're walking.\"\n\n\"Got it\" Freakshow says and starts to smirk.\n\n\"And Baryon doesn't really walk or move his feet at all. He just sort of hovers.\"\n\n\"I got it. Baryon can't be imitated.\"\n\nAfter a short pause, Sharon says \"Freakshow, why are you here? You usually go straight to the kitchen when you want something to eat.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes. There is something I wanted to talk to the three of you about. Something...I should have told you earlier. I wanted to avoid it, but I can't. Not anymore.\"\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\nFreakshow looks around and says \"lets go somewhere a little more private.\"\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You listen to what Freakshow has to say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I follow Freakshow to his room along with Brad and Sharon. He sits down and indicates that we should do the same.\n\n\"Children\" Freakshow says and sighs hesitantly. \"Do you remember when we were trying to explain to you that mutations cause each and everyone of us to be different?\"\n\n\"Yes\" we say in unison.\n\n\"And how sometimes, it causes our bodies to work in ways bodies usually don't?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Well, part of my mutation is that my body does everything faster than normal...including aging.\"\n\n\"What does that mean?\"\n\n\"That means I grow old faster than normal. The men who did this to me said I would probably not live longer than forty years.\"\n\n\"And how old are you now?\"\n\n\"Forty-three.\"\n\n\"So...you're saying...\"\n\n\"Yes Aaaaaaaa. I am dying.\"\n\n\"Dying? How long do you have left?\"\n\n\"As I said, the scientists doubted I would live this long. I wanted to make sure you knew before it would happen. I didn't want you to wake up one day and suddenly hear that I'm dead.\"\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next ten years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Freakshow died less than a year later. Baryon mentioned that he got the end he deserved: a peaceful one. It was a sad moment, but the last thing Freakshow said was that he is proud to be able to die as a human being, and not as a monster. Gabrielle continued to raise Brad and Sharon, although they lately start to spend more time with the Imperfects than with her.\n\nBefore he died, Freakshow convinced the rest of the team to make Googles sentient. Four years later, Skage completed the creation of the most complicated AI in the history of mankind. Artificial Intelligence on par with actual intelligence. Googles has been forming an actual personality, and sounds less formal every day. Talking to him feels more like he's a real person now. Mom says his productivity has increased more than a hundred times since the upgrade.\n\nFreakshow's death was not the only death in the family. Baryon's instability increased as the years went on, and once, when I was eight years old, he didn't return from a mission. Mom said he had vanished because the situation forced him to use too much power. His death was hardest on Leksiah. Not only because she lost her lover, but also because now, there is no way to treat her headaches. They've been getting worse, and she rarely goes on missions these days.\n\nAt the age of twelve, I witnessed a large expansion of the Imperfects. Mutations had been growing more and more common everywhere, a chain reaction mom says was started by my grandfather, Henry Meckard. Leaders of various different countries traveled to Gorgon city to ask her to turn the Imperfects into an international organization. Now, there is a base in every continent, and mom sent a senior Imperfect to command each base. She herself stayed in Gorgon to command the base for both North and South America, along with Hyper. Grove went to Novarra to command the European base. Amphibian commands the Asian base, stationed in Japan. Skage went to Sidney, commanding the Australian base. And Haste and Brute are together at the African base. Mom said that the two of them are not that great leaders, but Brute's aggressive attitude should balance Haste's peaceful attitude.\n\nAnd lately, mom has also been giving me combat and tactical training. I've somewhat managed to master by unstable DNA, and now, she has finally agreed to let me accompany her on a mission.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I finally get enough strength to get out of bed and then immediately get dressed.\n\nThe living area is where the rooms and the lounge and all that is in the civilian sector. Although the Imperfects do a lot of fighting against bad guys, some people here, like me, don't fight at all, and we live here.\n\nOnce, the Imperfects were a team of crime-fighters, but now, all kinds of people with genetic modifications come here to stay safe, and make sure others are safe from them. Freakshow has explained to me that sometimes, a mutation makes people a danger to those around them, and coming here is the best way to fix that.\n\nI could go get breakfast and do some of the boring regular stuff, or I could sneak around the part of the base that handles the super-hero things. Much more interesting.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sneak around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the interesting stuff in the building takes place in the area that focuses on fighting crime.\n\nThe main door is locked, and Googles only lets those who actually have business there enter.\n\nI once tried to find another way in, a vent or something, but there was no way. I guess they don't want bad guys to be able to sneak in, so the whole place has been built to be impenetrable.\n\nThe only way I can get in is if I can convince someone to let me in.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Baryon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I approach Baryon's room, but his eyes appear in a shadow next to me.\n\n\"Oh, hi there Baryon. I was wondering if you'd...\"\n\n\"Let you enter the restricted area?\"\n\n\"Yes. How did you...\"\n\n\"Lucky guess.\"\n\n\"Well. Will you?\"\n\nAlthough Baryon's mouth kind of blends in with the rest of him, I think he's a step from smiling.\n\n\"Googles. Let Aaaaaaaa into the restricted area.\"\n\nGoogles's voice sounds from the speakers all around the building, and he starts to say \"protocol advises against...\"\n\n\"I already know what he is going to do. We can make an exception this once. There's nothing to worry about. He's just curious.\"\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the restricted area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Access confirmed\" I can hear Googles say as the door opens. It closes behind me as soon as I'm in, but now it's time for me to look around.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the restricted area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I approach the door to the rest of the building and ask \"Googles. Can you open the door for me.\"\n\n\"Certainly\" he replies and the door opens. Now I'm starting to feel a little hungry, so I should get some breakfast.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go get breakfast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the dining hall, and see the twins, Brad and Sharon there. They're a year younger than I am and were found just outside the lobby when they were just infants. Everyone could see that they we're mutants, and soon we discovered that they had the ability to shapeshift. They can't change their bones or stretch as much as Freakshow can, but instead, they don't have four eyes or tentacles. Now, they usually assume a non-mutated version of how they normally look, and I haven't seen their natural appearances for a very long time now. Freakshow and Gabrielle have become sort of parents to them, and they're among the few children here that are my age.\n\n\"Aaaaaaaa? Good morning\" Brad says and looks at me. Sharon turns towards me as well.\n\n\"Good morning\" I say towards both of them and sit down at their table. Soon, Baryon sits down next to us, but he seems a little less gaseous than usual, not to mention that him sitting down makes a sound, which is unusual for someone who has no weight.\n\n\"Practicing your Baryon, are you?\" I ask Freakshow and he turns back to his normal appearance.\n\n\"Yeah. I kind of understand Brute now. Knowing something is impossible really drives you to try to prove everyone wrong.\"\n\n\"You got the twitching part right. But all those black nearly invisible fluid-like tendrils that seem to be everywhere on his...I guess you could call it his body.\"\n\n\"Yeah. That can be tough.\"\n\n\"Oh, and try not to make sounds when you're walking.\"\n\n\"Got it\" Freakshow says and starts to smirk.\n\n\"And Baryon doesn't really walk or move his feet at all. He just sort of hovers.\"\n\n\"I got it. Baryon can't be imitated.\"\n\nAfter a short pause, Sharon says \"Freakshow, why are you here? You usually go straight to the kitchen when you want something to eat.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes. There is something I wanted to talk to the three of you about. Something...I should have told you earlier. I wanted to avoid it, but I can't. Not anymore.\"\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\nFreakshow looks around and says \"lets go somewhere a little more private.\"\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the interesting stuff in the building takes place in the area that focuses on fighting crime.\n\nThe main door is locked, and Googles only lets those who actually have business there enter.\n\nI once tried to find another way in, a vent or something, but there was no way. I guess they don't want bad guys to be able to sneak in, so the whole place has been built to be impenetrable.\n\nThe only way I can get in is if I can convince someone to let me in.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Brute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter Brute's room, where he is lying in bed asleep.\n\n\"Brute?\" I say and shake him. He's heavy, so I can't really move him. As I shake Brute, my strength increases, and he is moved. Not much, but enough to wake him up.\n\n\"What? What's going on?\" he says and looks around. He spots me and then adds \"oh, you. Whaddya want?\n\n\"Can you tell Googles to let me into the restricted area?\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"Just to look around.\"\n\n\"Well, I dunno. Not sure that's allowed.\"\n\n\"Hey. I thought you were all about being your own man, despite rules and everything?\"\n\nBrute sits up in his bed and says \"I like the way you think. Googles. Let the kid into the restricted area.\"\n\n\"Protocol...\"\n\n\"Stow it robot, unless you wanna end up on my trophy wall.\"\n\n\"Understood.\"\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the restricted area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Access confirmed\" I can hear Googles say as the door opens. It closes behind me as soon as I'm in, but now it's time for me to look around.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the interesting stuff in the building takes place in the area that focuses on fighting crime.\n\nThe main door is locked, and Googles only lets those who actually have business there enter.\n\nI once tried to find another way in, a vent or something, but there was no way. I guess they don't want bad guys to be able to sneak in, so the whole place has been built to be impenetrable.\n\nThe only way I can get in is if I can convince someone to let me in.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Grove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I look around for Grove, but he is nowhere to be found. As I look around for him, I see him entering from the lobby.\n\n\"Hey, Grove\" I say and approach him.\n\n\"Why, if it isn't Perfectus junior. What do you need?\" Grove says and looks towards me.\n\n\"Can you tell Googles to let me into the restricted area?\"\n\n\"Oh? Why do you want that?\"\n\n\"I just want to look around.\"\n\n\"Oh is that right? Well, I suppose a little peek wouldn't hurt. Googles, let Aaaaaaaa into the restricted area.\"\n\n\"Protocol suggests against that sir Grove.\"\n\n\"There's nothing worse than people not letting you be independent. Let him in.\"\n\n\"Understood.\"\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the restricted area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Access confirmed\" I can hear Googles say as the door opens. It closes behind me as soon as I'm in, but now it's time for me to look around.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the interesting stuff in the building takes place in the area that focuses on fighting crime.\n\nThe main door is locked, and Googles only lets those who actually have business there enter.\n\nI once tried to find another way in, a vent or something, but there was no way. I guess they don't want bad guys to be able to sneak in, so the whole place has been built to be impenetrable.\n\nThe only way I can get in is if I can convince someone to let me in.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go get breakfast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the dining hall, and see the twins, Brad and Sharon there. They're a year younger than I am and were found just outside the lobby when they were just infants. Everyone could see that they we're mutants, and soon we discovered that they had the ability to shapeshift. They can't change their bones or stretch as much as Freakshow can, but instead, they don't have four eyes or tentacles. Now, they usually assume a non-mutated version of how they normally look, and I haven't seen their natural appearances for a very long time now. Freakshow and Gabrielle have become sort of parents to them, and they're among the few children here that are my age.\n\n\"Aaaaaaaa? Good morning\" Brad says and looks at me. Sharon turns towards me as well.\n\n\"Good morning\" I say towards both of them and sit down at their table. Soon, Baryon sits down next to us, but he seems a little less gaseous than usual, not to mention that him sitting down makes a sound, which is unusual for someone who has no weight.\n\n\"Practicing your Baryon, are you?\" I ask Freakshow and he turns back to his normal appearance.\n\n\"Yeah. I kind of understand Brute now. Knowing something is impossible really drives you to try to prove everyone wrong.\"\n\n\"You got the twitching part right. But all those black nearly invisible fluid-like tendrils that seem to be everywhere on his...I guess you could call it his body.\"\n\n\"Yeah. That can be tough.\"\n\n\"Oh, and try not to make sounds when you're walking.\"\n\n\"Got it\" Freakshow says and starts to smirk.\n\n\"And Baryon doesn't really walk or move his feet at all. He just sort of hovers.\"\n\n\"I got it. Baryon can't be imitated.\"\n\nAfter a short pause, Sharon says \"Freakshow, why are you here? You usually go straight to the kitchen when you want something to eat.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes. There is something I wanted to talk to the three of you about. Something...I should have told you earlier. I wanted to avoid it, but I can't. Not anymore.\"\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\nFreakshow looks around and says \"lets go somewhere a little more private.\"\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I fall asleep again, my dreams slowly start to get better, and I manage to sleep soundly for the rest of the night.\n\nThe first thing I do when I wake up is look at the clock. It's 9:42 a.m.\n\nI lie around in my bed for a few moments, just thinking and waiting for my feet to gain the strength to stand up...in a manner of speaking. I start hearing those loud creaks coming from the room next door, which is Brute's room. His bed can barely hold him, and so, his movements become rather loud. As I start to listen in to the sounds, my hearing starts to increase. Mom says it's something I'll learn to control eventually, but says that right now, I'm too young.\n\nAs my hearing increases, Baryon giving Leksiah a mind massage, Skage and Freakshow talking to Googles and Hyper's snoring. I also think I can hear mom sparring with some of the new guys in the training room.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I finally get enough strength to get out of bed and then immediately get dressed.\n\nThe living area is where the rooms and the lounge and all that is in the civilian sector. Although the Imperfects do a lot of fighting against bad guys, some people here, like me, don't fight at all, and we live here.\n\nOnce, the Imperfects were a team of crime-fighters, but now, all kinds of people with genetic modifications come here to stay safe, and make sure others are safe from them. Freakshow has explained to me that sometimes, a mutation makes people a danger to those around them, and coming here is the best way to fix that.\n\nI could go get breakfast and do some of the boring regular stuff, or I could sneak around the part of the base that handles the super-hero things. Much more interesting.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a bad dream, I wake up. I look around and see that I am sitting in my bed. I must have sat up without knowing it. I can hear voices outside my room, and as I listen to them, they become clearer and clearer.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You join the others." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I leave my room and enter the lounge, where I see mom, leaning up against the wall, looking towards the couches, where Brute and Freakshow are sitting. Baryon is floating in the shadowed area of the room, and I think I can hear Haste in his room nearby.\n\n\"I don't see why not\" Freakshow says and looks at Baryon. Sounds like it was a reply to something Baryon said that I missed. Freakshow then adds \"you've always been a supporter of freedom, so I don't see why you'd be hesitant to give Googles his.\"\n\n\"I don't like it when freedom is taken from someone, but making an android sentient is an entirely different thing.\"\n\n\"Skage already said he could do it if he had the proper means.\"\n\n\"It's not a question of whether we can do it or not. It's a question of whether turning Googles into a person is reasonable. If we give him sentience, then we are responsible for that sentience.\"\n\n\"What does Skage think of this?\" mom says and looks at Freakshow.\n\n\"He has always viewed Googles as his child. He supports it.\"\n\nBrute then looks at me, as he is clearly not in on the conversation they're having and says \"hey, aren't you supposed to be asleep?\"\n\nThe others then look towards me.\n\n\"Aaaaaaaa? What's the matter?\" mom says.\n\n\"I can't sleep.\"\n\nGoogles enters the room and says \"Shade. Grove requests your assistance.\"\n\n\"Can someone else go? Aaaaaaaa needs me to...\"\n\n\"Grove specified that an individual with the ability to increase hearing is necessary.\"\n\n\"Fine. Can someone else get Aaaaaaaa to bed?\" mom says and leaves.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have Freakshow take you to bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want Freakshow to take me to bed.\"\n\nFreakshow stands up and escorts me to my room. I get to my bed and pull the sheets over me. Freakshow then leans towards me.\n\n\"So what's the problem. Nightmares?\"\n\nI nod, and he adds: \"I see. Homo Perfecti usually have very vivid dreams due to their mallable brain capacity. Anyway, what is it that you're so afraid of?\"\n\n\"The monsters.\"\n\n\"Ah, of course. Monsters. And you are afraid of them?\"\n\nAfter I nod, Freakshow sits down on the bed next to me and says \"let me tell you a little story. This happened once to your mother, before there were any Imperfects. Back then, she was all alone, fighting evil and protecting the innocent. Once, she encountered the most monstrous thing she had ever witnessed. The things this monster had done were horrifying...unforgivable.\"\n\nI can see a tear running down Freakshow's cheek, but he quickly shakes it off and continues with the story.\n\n\"Now, to protect the citizens, your mother fought the monster, and in their final battle, she defeated him...she defeated it. It's life was in her hands, but she didn't kill it. You want to know what she did?\"\n\nI nod and Freakshow says \"she asked it to help her. She became its friend, and helped it discover the human hidden beneath the monster. And now, that monster considers her to be its best friend.\"\n\n\"Where is the monster now?\"\n\nFreakshow smiles and says \"in here, telling you this story.\"\n\n\"But you're not a monster Freakshow.\"\n\n\"I am, but you see, monsters aren't all that bad. Some of them just need a friend. So the next time you meet this monster of yours, try asking it if it wants to be your friend. I think it could use one.\"\n\nWith that said, Freakshow stands up and I go to sleep.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zzzz..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I fall asleep again, my dreams slowly start to get better, and I manage to sleep soundly for the rest of the night.\n\nThe first thing I do when I wake up is look at the clock. It's 9:42 a.m.\n\nI lie around in my bed for a few moments, just thinking and waiting for my feet to gain the strength to stand up...in a manner of speaking. I start hearing those loud creaks coming from the room next door, which is Brute's room. His bed can barely hold him, and so, his movements become rather loud. As I start to listen in to the sounds, my hearing starts to increase. Mom says it's something I'll learn to control eventually, but says that right now, I'm too young.\n\nAs my hearing increases, Baryon giving Leksiah a mind massage, Skage and Freakshow talking to Googles and Hyper's snoring. I also think I can hear mom sparring with some of the new guys in the training room.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I leave my room and enter the lounge, where I see mom, leaning up against the wall, looking towards the couches, where Brute and Freakshow are sitting. Baryon is floating in the shadowed area of the room, and I think I can hear Haste in his room nearby.\n\n\"I don't see why not\" Freakshow says and looks at Baryon. Sounds like it was a reply to something Baryon said that I missed. Freakshow then adds \"you've always been a supporter of freedom, so I don't see why you'd be hesitant to give Googles his.\"\n\n\"I don't like it when freedom is taken from someone, but making an android sentient is an entirely different thing.\"\n\n\"Skage already said he could do it if he had the proper means.\"\n\n\"It's not a question of whether we can do it or not. It's a question of whether turning Googles into a person is reasonable. If we give him sentience, then we are responsible for that sentience.\"\n\n\"What does Skage think of this?\" mom says and looks at Freakshow.\n\n\"He has always viewed Googles as his child. He supports it.\"\n\nBrute then looks at me, as he is clearly not in on the conversation they're having and says \"hey, aren't you supposed to be asleep?\"\n\nThe others then look towards me.\n\n\"Aaaaaaaa? What's the matter?\" mom says.\n\n\"I can't sleep.\"\n\nGoogles enters the room and says \"Shade. Grove requests your assistance.\"\n\n\"Can someone else go? Aaaaaaaa needs me to...\"\n\n\"Grove specified that an individual with the ability to increase hearing is necessary.\"\n\n\"Fine. Can someone else get Aaaaaaaa to bed?\" mom says and leaves.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have Baryon take you to bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want Baryon to take me to bed.\"\n\nBaryon leaves the shadows and accompanies me to my room. It is dark in there, and so he lifts me into the air and gently places me onto the bed, and then tucking me in.\n\n\"Now. What is it that's keeping you awake? Nightmares?\"\n\nI nod.\n\n\"Yes. I imagine that if anyone's going to have that problem, then it'll be a Homo Perfectus. Tell me something Aaaaaaaa, do you know why people choose to sleep in that darkness instead of the light?\"\n\n\"Because the light keeps us awake?\"\n\n\"No. Averting sleep upon receiving daylight is a direct cause of what I'm talking about. All things that sleep in the dark do so for the same reason, and they have evolved into a state where they are uncomfortable sleeping in daylight.\"\n\n\"How do you know that?\"\n\n\"I...I have seen it. Anyway, the reason people sleep in the darkness is because it is safer. Everyone fears something, and everyone fears that their nightmares will creep up on them while they are asleep, while they are vulnerable. But the darkness protects them, so they use it to stay protected while they get their necessary rest.\"\n\n\"But the darkness is scary.\"\n\n\"Is that so? Well, everyone is afraid of the darkness, monsters included.\"\n\n\"Are you afraid of the darkness?\"\n\n\"I am an exception Aaaaaaaa. But let me tell you another thing, darkness is peace. Light is war. Darkness makes it harder for anyone to attack another, despite motives, despite power. Darkness is like...an unexplainable force that wants nothing more than for everyone to get along. So you see, it is in the darkness where you should feel safest, not in the light.\"\n\nBaryon then leaves the room.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zzzz..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I fall asleep again, my dreams slowly start to get better, and I manage to sleep soundly for the rest of the night.\n\nThe first thing I do when I wake up is look at the clock. It's 9:42 a.m.\n\nI lie around in my bed for a few moments, just thinking and waiting for my feet to gain the strength to stand up...in a manner of speaking. I start hearing those loud creaks coming from the room next door, which is Brute's room. His bed can barely hold him, and so, his movements become rather loud. As I start to listen in to the sounds, my hearing starts to increase. Mom says it's something I'll learn to control eventually, but says that right now, I'm too young.\n\nAs my hearing increases, Baryon giving Leksiah a mind massage, Skage and Freakshow talking to Googles and Hyper's snoring. I also think I can hear mom sparring with some of the new guys in the training room.\n\nYOUR HEALTH: 100%" } ]

[ "Based Off A True Story", "Serious" ]

[ 235, 141, 100, 29, 4, 11, 1, 8 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\nmystery / thriller\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nBased Off A True Story, Serious\n\n\"Jack the Ripper is dead / Jack the Ripper is dead / He's lying on his bed / Bleeding through his head / Jack the Ripper is dead\" - A Victorian Children's Skipping Rope Song.\nDeath stalks the fog-shrouded streets of London as prostitutes are killed and mutilated in the darkness of the night... As a Private Detective working alongside Scotland Yard you will be faced with the most challenging adversary of your career, a man who's very name has become a byword for terror: Jack the Ripper. Are you smart enough to catch him?\nBEWARE: This game is 200+ pages long and will take about 30-60 minutes to read through. Do not read if operating heavy machinery, juggling chainsaws or entertaining small children.\nAuthor's Note: This story will require some thinking and the reader might want to make notes, though with a bit of cleverness and logic readers should be able to correctly identify the real Ripper. About 95% of the information in this story is historically accurate. Finally as you'd probably guess a story about hunting someone who killed and mutilated prostitutes is not a feel-good family comedy, if you are under 13 I don't recommend that you read this. Certainly do not google \"Jack the Ripper victims\" if you suffer from nightmares :D\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are a Private Detective living in Victorian London.\n\nCrimes are common and you are frequently called upon to assist the policemen in Scotland Yard. You have been a Detective for a few years now and by combining hard work with intelligence you have had a few successes in uncovering the information that has enabled the Police to arrest wanted criminals. This has earned you a good Reputation but you must be careful not to lose it: if you do Scotland Yard will no longer trust you to help them.\n\nOne evening you are at home when Commissioner James Monro, an experienced Policeman, visits you.\n\n\"We would like your help again,\" he tells you. \"A lunatic murderer called James Kelly escaped from\n\nBroadmoor Asylum for the Criminally Insane ten days ago. My detectives have investigated and found no trace of him. Perhaps if you look into the case you might be able to find something?\"\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search for the escaped killer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll see what I can do,\" you tell Monro who nods.\n\n\"I'm glad you can help,\" he tells you. \"I'll send a telegram to Dr Orange, the Superintendent at Broadmoor, asking him to meet you tomorrow. He can tell you more about Kelly.\"\n\nThe next day you take a train out to the Asylum in the heart of the Berkshire countryside. A servant from the Hospital meets you at the station and takes in a horse and carriage through the sleepy village of Crowthorne and up to the gloomy and looming concrete walls of the Hospital. You are shown directly into Orange's office where the Doctor shakes your hand. He is a middle-aged profession with a no-nonsense manner.\n\n\"I got Commissioner Monro's telegram and I will be glad to help you in any way I can,\" he tells you. \"We are all rather concerned here: James Kelly was one of our most clever patients and I believe him to be a real danger to the general public, especially women.\"\n\nYou nod and consider which questions to ask first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is Kelly's criminal history?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Five years ago Kelly stabbed his wife Sarah in the neck with a knife killing her,\" Dr Orange tells you. \"He believed she was a prostitute who had infected him with a sexually transmitted disease. He surrendered at once to policemen and became very remorseful afterwards, claiming he was mad. At the trial he was originally sentenced to be executed but at an appeal he was found mentally unfit and sentenced to life imprisonment at this facility. During his time here Kelly has shown no violent tendencies and in fact displayed no signs of insanity whatsoever. I would say he was one of the cleverest patients we've ever had here.\"\n\nYou nod, considering what to ask next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"How did Kelly escape your prison?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kelly and another prisoner called George Shatten both play instruments in the Asylum's band,\" Dr Orange tells you. \"On the evening Kelly escaped they went out into the garden where the band meet to practice. When the rest of the band joined them an hour later only Shatten was still there. When we searched him we found two keys that he and Kelly had carved made out of some metal they found in the asylum's garden. Kelly used this to let himself through a gate in the inner wall and afterwards climbed the six-foot high outer wall. He vanished without a trace but guards do report seeing a man called John Merritt near the Hospital during the day yesterday. He is an old friend of Kelly's and visits him occasionally.\"\n\nYou nod, considering your next question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Where do you think Kelly will go now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have no idea,\" Dr Orange says heavily. \"The house he lived in and where he killed his wife Sarah is in Shoreditch, London. He has told me he was born in Liverpool and may still have family there. Two of his old friends, a Mr John Merritt and a Mr Walter Lamb, used to visit him from time to time here at the Asylum. Unfortunately we have no registered addresses for either of them. The only address we have on file is Kelly's former residence in Shoreditch.\"\n\nYou nod, considering your next question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What is Kelly's criminal history?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are not interested in trying to find Kelly and turn the case down.\n\nTwo months later two policemen visit your home introducing themselves as Constables Wildey and Dillworth. \"A lady called Ada Wilson has been stabbed in her home in Mile End\" Dillworth tells you. \"She is in hospital in a serious condition but hopefully she'll pull through. My colleague and I have been tasked with finding the assailant and Commissioner Monro recommended we talk to you. Would you be willing to help us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree to help search for this mysterious knifeman" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You agree to help the investigation and the Policemen smile.\n\n\"Thank you sir,\" Dillworth replies. \"The attack took place at Mrs Wilson's residence on Maidman Street. She is currently under the care of Dr Wilson at the Mile End Hospital. The attacker stabbed Mrs Wilson twice in the throat but fortunately the windpipe was not severed. If you tell us where you will go we will accompany you.\"\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to Maidman Street" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You travel to Maidman Street where the Constables identify Mrs Wilson's house and you knock on the door. It is opened a crack by a nervous young lady who looks relieved when she sees you are accompanied by two uniformed policemen. Opening the door wider she introduces herself as Miss Bierman.\n\n\"I live here with Mrs Wilson\" she tells you. \"Last night I heard her come home with a man but I was upstairs in my bedroom and did not see them. At around midnight I heard the most terrible screams you could imagine! I ran downstairs and as I was coming down the stairs Mrs Wilson shouted to me 'Stop that man for cutting my throat! He has stabbed me!' She collapsed in the hallway and as she did a young man ran to the front door, threw it open and raced outside.\"\n\n\"Can you describe this man?\" you ask Miss Bierman who nods.\n\n\"He was young with fair hair and had a light coat,\" she tells you. \"I only caught a glimpse of him, after he left I ran to help Mrs Wilson who was bleeding badly. I don't know what to do now, it is just me and my mother here. What should we do if he comes back?\"\n\nThe policemen reassure her that she is perfectly safe and after thanking her for her help you walk away, considering where to go now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Mile End Hospital" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling to the large Mile End Hospital you find the ward with Ada Wilson on and approach her bed. Mrs Wilson is a young lady with a blood-stained bandage wrapped around her neck, she is very pale but greets you with a hoarse voice. The policemen explain to her who you are and ask her to describe her attack.\n\n\"I was at home when I heard a knock on the door,\" she tells you. \"When I opened it I saw a man I did not know waiting. He demanded money from me and told me if I didn't give him any I would be dead in a few moments. I refused so he drew a clasp knife from his pocket, stabbed me twice in the throat and ran off. He was about 30 years old, five foot six inches with a sunburned face and a fair mustache. He was wearing a dark coat, light trousers and a hat.\"\n\nThanking Mrs Wilson you think about what to do next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wrap up the investigation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide you have done all that you can for now, you have a description of the attacker but in a city the size of London there are probably thousands of men who match it. Constables Wildey and Dillworth are disappointed but thank you for your help, promising to keep looking for the man who matches the description of Mrs Wilson's attacker. A few days later Constables Wildey and Dillworth visit your home again. You ask them if they have had any luck looking for their man but they shake their heads.\n\n\"We've just heard a woman called Annie Millwood has collapsed and died at a workhouse in South Grove,\" Dillworth tells you. \"It seems last month she was stabbed numerous times and had only recently been discharged from a hospital in Whitechapel. If you have time perhaps you could investigate this murder for us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree to look into it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mrs Millwood's body has been taken to the mortuary at Baker's Row Infirmary\" Wildey informs you when you agree to help. \"The Workhouse where she died is the Whitechapel Union Workhouse in Southgrove, apparently she had been living there for ten days prior to her death. You will want to start your search at one of those places. I'm afraid me and Constable Dillworth will not be able to accompany you personally as we have other duties to attend to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Bakers Row Infirmary" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Going to the Baker's Row Infirmary you make inquiries about Mrs Millwood to a nurse at the front desk.\n\n\"Ah yes, poor woman\" the nurse says sadly. \"Dr Wheeler treated her when she was first stabbed and Dr Arthur has just finished conducting the autopsy on her body. You will want to talk to one of those gentlemen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask for Dr Arthur" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are directed to Dr Arthur's office to find the Doctor is a grey-haired professional. Identifying yourself you ask him if he conducted the autopsy on Mrs Millwood.\n\n\"I did,\" he replies heavily. \"Mrs Millwood died from a sudden effusion into the pericardium from the rupture of the left pulmonary artery through ulceration.\"\n\n\"Pardon?\" you ask, completely baffled, and Dr Arthur smiles.\n\n\"Natural causes sir. Mrs Millwood died from natural causes unrelated to her previous knife wounds.\"\n\nIt seems there has been no murder at all so you return home and that evening inform Constables Dillworth and Worthey that Annie Millwood died from natural causes. They thank you for your good detective work, increasing your reputation with the police.\n\n1 has been added to your Reputation Points.\n\nAgain after just a few days Constables Dillworth and Worthey return to visit you, looking concerned. \"There has been another attack,\" Dillworth tells you. \"A prostitute called Emma Smith is at the London Hospital in Whitechapel with what I'm told are horrific injuries. It does not seem likely that she will survive. Unfortunately my partner and I are unable to attend to this case ourselves as we are involved with another investigation, could you look into this for us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree to help them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It seems that Miss Smith was attacked on the corner of Brick Lane last night at around 4am,\" Constable Worthey tells you after you agree to help. \"She managed to walk back to her lodgings on George Street in Spitalfields where two ladies helped her to the Whitechapel Hospital. She's there now in a serious condition. You will probably want to start your investigation in one of these three places.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the crime scene on Brick Lane" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way to Brick Lane which is a busy street in the heart of London's East End. You make your way to the corner where the attack hapenned but there is nothing to be seen in the light of day, not even any blood on the ground. After examining the area where Emma Smith was attacked and not finding any trace of evidence you consider your next move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to Miss Smiths house in Spitalfields" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You travel to George Street in Spitalfields and knock on the door of Miss Smith's house. It is opened by a pale-faced lady who watches you carefully as you identify yourself as a Private Detective.\n\n\"I'm Mary Russell, I'm the Landlady of this lodging house\" she tells you. \"I've known poor Emma for about two years and helped her when she came home this morning. It was me and Emma's friend Margaret who took Emma to the Hospital and I've never seen so much blood in all my life...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You question Mrs Russell about the attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ask Mrs Russell to describe Emma's appearence when she returned.\n\n\"It was terrible,\" Mrs Russell tells you. \"Emma got in at around four or five o'clock and woke me up. She said she had been attacked and raped by three men. They'd given her black eyes and half-torn off one of her ears. She was bleeding so much that the shawl she'd put between her legs to soak up the blood was soaked and dripping. How she managed to walk home I've no idea. Me and Margaret helped her to the Hospital and left her with Dr Haslip.\"\n\nYou thank Mrs Russell for her information including the important fact that Emma was attacked by a gang instead of just one person. You return home and share this information with the Constables when they visit.\n\n\"The East End is dangerous at night with all these street gangs roaming around,\" Dillworth tells you. \"Still, at least we know Mrs Smith's assailant in probably not the lone man who attacked Mrs Wilson. Thank you for finding this out for us.\" You reputation with the police has improved slightly and you gain 1 Reputation Point. Two days later you are saddened to read that Emma Smith has died of her injuries.\n\nYou have added 1 to your Reputation.\n\nThe next four months are quiet ones for your Detective Practice until one morning your breakfast is interrupted by the arrival of Detective Inspector Edmund Reid, a senior figure in the Metropolitan Police. Serious and matter-of-fact he comes straight to the point.\n\n\"I would like your help,\" he tells you. \"Last night a woman was brutally murdered in the George Yard buildings in Whitechapel. She has been stabbed some forty times. When this reaches the newspapers there will be a lot of public interest in finding the murderer. I am aware of your abilities and would like your assistance in this business.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree to investigate" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good man,\" Inspector Reid says briskly. \"As I understand it this unfortunate lady's body was found inside the George Yard building at around 5am by a man who informed Constable Barrett. Barrett in turn notified Dr Killeen who has taken the body of the deceased to the mortuary on Old Montague Street to perform an autopsy. Constable Barrett is over at H Division's Police Station and we can either go to the scene of the crime, collect the results of the autopsy or talk to Barrett.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the crime scene in George Yard" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Inspector Reid walk out to the George Yard Building in Whitechapel, an old factory that has been converted into an apartment block. Reid leads you through the main entrance and up a flight of stairs onto a landing. \"The body was discovered lying there\" he says pointing to a large circlular pool of dried blood at the foot of the next set of stairs leading up. Apart from the blood there is no trace of any evidence at the scene. Just a few feet from the blood is a door. \"The Superintendent of the buildings, a Mr Hewitt lives there with his wife,\" Reid tells you consulting a notebook. \"Mr Reeves, the man who discovered the body, resides in room 37 in this building.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Mr Hewitt" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You knock on the door next to the pool of blood and it is opened by an old man. You are startled to see a short way from the door is a bed on which an old lady, undoubtably his wife, sits. From the bed to the pool of blood it can only be a few meters. Inspector Reid introduces you both to the couple who look understandably nervous. You ask them if they heard any sounds of a struggle or of voices last night and they both shake their heads.\n\n\"I didn't hear anything all night,\" Mr Hewitt tells you firmly.\n\n\"It seems a bit strange that a woman was stabbed forty times outside your bedroom door and neither you or your wife heard anything,\" Reid says skeptically.\n\n\"At one point last night I heard someone cry out 'Murder' in a loud voice but it seemed to me that the sound came from outside the building,\" Mrs Hewitt says suddenly.\n\n \"This is a rather rough neighborhood and cries, screams for help and loud drunks can be heard round here most nights,\" Mr Hewitt puts in. \"We don' think much of them. Personally I think this poor creature crept up the staircase accompanied by a man for... immoral purposes, that a quarrel took place for some reason or another and that he stabbed her.\"\n\nYou and Reid exchange glances and thank the pair. As you turn to go Mr Hewitt holds up a hand.\n\n\"You might want to talk to Alfred Crow in Room 35 or Elizabeth Mahoney at number 47. They have told me they moved through this landing at different times last night and may have seen something. John Reeves who found the poor lady lives at number 37.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Mr Reeves" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Going upstairs to room 37 you knock on the door. A burly man with a beard opens the door and introduces himself as Mr Reeves.\n\n\"Yes sir, I found the body sir,\" he tells you in response to your inquiries. \"I generally go down to the docks around 5am to start work. This morning I saw that woman lying in a pool of blood on the landing. Her skirts were hitched up to her stomach and she looked like she'd been raped... it was a tough thing to see. Well sir I ran out into the street right away and found this copper Barrett walking his beat. I brought him straight here and he sent me to fetch Dr Killeen from Montague Street. After that your man Barrett told me to stay in my room today so that I might be available for any inquiries.\"\n\n\"Did you see any evidence of weapons at the scene?\" Reid asks him, taking notes. \"Anything like footprints or personal belongings?\"\n\nReeves shakes his head. \"No sir, nothing like that.\"\n\n\"Did you hear any disturbances last night?\" you ask him.\n\nReeves frowns. \"There were two fights on the street outside before and after midnight\" he tells you. \"I heard people shouting 'police' and 'help' and there was some screaming, terrible screaming. I looked outside and there was some crowds out on the street fighting but policemen came and cleared them away. There was another fight around two am and some more screaming. I looked outside again and there was some drunks out there fighting but they moved away after a while and I didn't hear anything else.\"\n\nYou and Reid thank Reeves for his information." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get the results of the autopsy from Montague Street Mortuary" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Detective Reid walk down to the mortuary on Montague Street where you meet Dr Killeen, an elderly and professional medical man. The body of the murdered woman is lying under a bloody sheet on a table nearby, judging by her face she is a plump, middle aged woman. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open as if in surprise: she looks surprisingly calm like she is sleeping. After introducing you Reid asks Dr Killeen for the results of his examination.\n\n\"This lady was killed by thirty-nine separate stab wounds to her body,\" Dr Killeen says monotonously. \"The killing occurred around two thirty this morning I should guess. This lady is around thirty-six years old and well fed. She has seventeen stab wounds in her breasts, six stab wounds in her stomach, five stab wounds in her left lung, five in her liver, two in her right lung, two in her spleen, one in her groin and one in her heart which I would identify as the fatal wound. This injury penetrated her beast bone and must have been inflicted with some force by some sort of dagger or bayonet.\"\n\n\"A bayonet?\" you ask surprised and the doctor nods.\n\n\"Most of these injuries could have been inflicted by a right handed man armed with a pen knife or similar weapon except for that one. In addition to her other wounds this subject has been stabbed nine times in the throat. These injuries were all inflicted on her while she was still alive and her death was the result of massive blood loss. I found no evidence of recent sexual intercourse.\"\n\nThe image of a man hacking this lady to death on a darkened landing with nearly fifty stabs is a grim one and her death must have been very painful. You and Reid thank Dr Killeen for his work and quietly leave. Outside you breath in the fresh summer air and pause to brace yourself so you can continue the investigation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the police station to talk to PC Barrett" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Detective Reid takes you to the H Division Police Station where you meet with PC Barrett, an honest looking middle-aged policeman.\n\n\"Please describe your experiences last night\" Reid tells his deputy.\n\n\"I was walking my beat last night which takes me past the George Yard buildings on Wentworth Street,\" Barrett begins, consulting his notebook as he speaks. \"At approximately 2am I was walking past them when I saw a soldier waiting next to the building's entrance. I would describe him as a Private wearing the uniform of the Grenadier Guards, aged between 22 and 26, approximately five feet and nine inches tall with a fair complexion, dark hair, a small brown mustache and a good conduct badge but no medals. I asked him what he was doing and he told me he was \"waiting for a chum who had gone off with a girl.'\"\n\nYou and Reid exchange glances, your excitement mounting.\n\n\"Approximately three hours later this man John Reeves ran up to tell me he had found a dead woman lying inside the George Yard Building. We went there and saw a plump woman lying on her back on the landing in a great pool of blood. Her hands were tightly clenched at her side, her legs were spread open and her clothes were pulled up leaving her lower half exposed. She was approximately thirty five years old, five feet three inches with a dark complexion, dark hair and wore a green skirt, brown petticoat, black jacket, spring-sided boots and a black bonnet. Her clothes were all old and stained. I sent Reeves to fetch Dr Killeen who arrived, pronounced the unfortunate lady dead and I helped remove her body to Montague Street before coming here to make my report.\"\n\n\"This is a model of good police work Barrett,\" Reid says happily. You thank Barrett too and consider your next step." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wrap up the investigation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Detective Reid are thoughtful as you return to your home that evening.\n\n\"Well, we've received a good deal of information,\" Reid tells you. \"Where do you think we should focus our search for this murderer?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the pubs near the George Yard Building" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You suggestion is a commonsense one but you've overlooked important information and consequently the police inquiries in the pubs lead nowhere. When a photograph of the murdered woman is published in the papers she is identified by friends as a prostitute called Martha Tabram. Ten days after her murder DI Reid arrives at your home looking tired.\n\n\"We have been concentrating our search on a soldier who was allegedly with Mrs Tabram around the time of her death\" Reid tells you. \"I have been at the Tower of London and to the Wellington Barracks with PC Barrett and a lady called Pearly Poll who was with Mrs Tabram at the night of her death. They've picked out several soldiers between them as the one that went off with her but all the men they picked have solid alibis for the night of the murder. We've spoken to Mrs Tabram's husband Henry Tabram, Mrs Tabram's boyfriend Henry Turner, Mrs Tabram's sister-in-law Mrs Morris and Mrs Tabram's former landlady Mrs Bousfield as well as this woman Pearly Poll but the investigation has ground to a halt. I'd like you to talk to some of the people on this list to see if you can get any information which might help us.\"\n\nYou nod, considering who to approach first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Martha Tabram's friend Pearly Poll" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling to Pearly Poll's home on Dorset Avenue you arrive to find she is a big, red-faced woman smoking a pipe. After you convince her that you work with the police she reluctantly talks to you.\n\n\"Sure I knew Martha though round these parts she called herself Emma Turner. Known her four or five months. I was with her the night she snuffed it, we was drinking ale and rum first at The Two Brewers and later at The White Swan. We met two soldiers there and were drinking with them for a few hours. One was a private and one was a corporal. They had white bands round their caps. Just before midnight we separated, I took the corporal up Angel Alley and Martha took hers towards the George Yard Building. That was the last I saw of her.\"\n\nPearly Poll sighs.\n\n\"Me and the corporal did our thing and then we had an argument over payment and he hit me with a stick. The first thing I knew about the murder was when I read it in the morning papers. Poor Martha! Since then I have been to two parades with DI Reid to try and pick out the soldiers we were with but all the ones I thought I knew have proven they was elsewhere. I don't know what to do now, same as always I guess. Least Martha's out of this terrible life now.\"\n\nYou thank the woman for her help and quietly leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Martha Tabram's husband Mr Tabram" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling out to a nice part of London called River Terrace you knock on the door of the house owned by Mr Tabram. He turns out to be a short, well-dressed man with iron grey hair and a mustache. You identify yourself and try to ask him about his wife but he cuts you off pretty quickly.\n\n\"I have not seen her for eighteen months,\" he tells you shortly. \"We were married and had two sons but we separated thirteen years ago on account of her drinking. I used to send her twelve shillings once a week but I stopped doing that when I learned she was living with another man. When I saw her photo in the papers I went down to Montague Street and identified her body. She has…she had... well she'd sunk very low in life.\"\n\nBefore you can ask another question Mr Tabram slams his front door shut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Martha Tabram's boyfriend Mr Turner" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling to the Working Men's Home in Spitalfields you meet with Mr Turner. He is a little man with a light sandy mustache but very dirty clothes and hands.\n\n\"I was with Martha on and off for about twelve years,\" he tells you. \"Since we lived together her drinking has picked up. If I gave her money she'd spend it on drink, any money I gave her she would spend on drink. I do not drink and when she was sober we were fine but when she was drunk I would leave her to her own affairs. She was usually out late drinking most nights and I knew how she made her money when I gave her none..\"\n\nYou nod sympathetically. \"When did you last see her?\" you ask.\n\n\"Well I moved in here a few weeks ago and last saw her alive three days before she died. I gave her a shilling and a half to help her get by. I saw her photo in the newspaper… I had hoped that if she could just stop drinking we could get back together again. Guess that won't be happening now.. my Martha is gone and I'll never see her again.\"\n\nMr Turner turns his head away to try to hide the tears in his eyes and thanking him for his time you quietly leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Martha Tabram's sister-in-law Mrs Morris" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling to a respectable-looking house in Mile End you find Mrs Morris's house and knock on the door. It is opened by a serious-looking woman dressed all in black who turns out to be Mrs Morris.\n\n\"I didn't see very much of Martha on account of her heavy drinking\" Mrs Morris tells you after you identify yourself. \"I've never known her to work for a living and I knew she was a prostitute. She was always asking me for money to spend on drink… I last saw her at 11pm on the night of her death. I was walking down Whitechapel Road and saw her going into the White Swan pub with a big ugly lady and two soldiers. I didn't talk to her and I don't think she saw me. The first thing I knew about this tragedy was when I read about it in the papers. I can't say I'm surprised, just a bit sad I guess. Me and my husband always hoped Martha would pull herself together.\"\n\nYou thank Mrs Morris for talking to you and leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Martha Tabram's former landlady Mrs Bousman" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traveling out to Dorset Street you knock on the door of a house which is quickly opened by a middle-aged lady who introduces herself as Mrs Bousfield. She readily answers your questions when you tell her you work with the police.\n\n\"Mrs Tabram and her man Turner were living here earlier in the summer for three months,\" Mrs Bousfield tells you. \"They snuck out one night owing me rent money. I would describe her as the sort of person who would rather have a glass of ale than a cup of tea but she was not always drunk and she never brought any man home with her except Mr Turner. You could tell how she made her living though. She was always very good helping me with my children and I was sad to hear what happened to her...\"\n\nYou leave after thanking Mrs Bousfield for talking to you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wrap up your investigation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That evening you return home weary and unhappy: your latest investigations haven't revealed anything new except the details of Martha Tabram's life. Once she had a family and a prosperous life: after a dozen years of suffering her life ended in a frenzied assault at the foot of some stairs in a crappy apartment block. DI Reid is equally pessimistic when he calls the next day.\n\n\"It's no use,\" he confesses. \"We can't identify the soldier Mrs Tabram was with. It might not even have been him who killed her but someone else entirely.\"\n\nThis theory will gain strength very soon: just a week later a second brutal murder occurs which signals a monster's reign of terror over a frightened city and will catapult you into the hunt for the most ruthless killer London has ever known...\n\nAt this point you might want to save the game or take a break: your hunt for the Ripper is about to begin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are you ready?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One night you cannot sleep.\n\nRestless and feeling unaccountably anxious you rise from your bed with a sigh after several hours of trying and failing to fall asleep. A glance at your watch tells you it is 3am. Pulling on your clothes you set off for a walk down London's dark and lonely streets with thoughts of buying some snack somewhere. Some time later you are walking down a lonely alley called Buck's Row when you see a man walking just ahead of you. He looks like a cabman on his way to work and a second cabman can be seen just up ahead standing in the middle of the street looking at a strange shape lying in front of a gateway. From a distance it looks like a tarpaulin.\n\n\"Come and look over here,\" the stationary cabman calls out to you and the other man. \"There is a woman lying on the pavement.\"\n\nWith a foreboding feeling you approach cautiously and see a middle-aged little woman lying on her back on the ground, her eyes wide open and staring blindly at the night sky. She does not appear hurt but the first cabman kneels next to her. He picks up her hands in his.\n\n\"I think she is dead,\" the cabman says looking up. You lean over the woman's round face and greying hair and are startled when she gives a faint sigh of breath, the air brushing against your face\n\n\"She is breathing but only just,\" you reply nervously.\n\nHearing footsteps you spring to your feet and see a policeman walking down the street at the mouth of the alleyway, a lantern held in his hand. The two cabmen run up the street towards him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your hurry after the two cabmen and call out to the policeman that there is a woman lying in the alley.\n\n\"She looks either dead or drunk but I think she is dead,\" you tell the officer. The cabmen explain they are late for work and hurry off so you walk back down the alley with the policeman and show him where the woman is lying. Almost simultaneously two other policeman arrive with their lamps, attracted by the commotion. After looking at the motionless woman lying on the ground one of the policeman tells his companion to fetch the local police doctor, Dr Llewellyn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go with the officer to fetch the Doctor" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hurry off with a Constable at a steady jog to a house a few streets away. The policeman knocks on the door and calls for Dr Llewellyn to come quickly as there has been a murder. After a few minutes an old doctor emerges from the house pulling on his coat and orders you and the officer to fetch a stretcher from a shed across the road. Together the two of you find the stretcher and follow the Doctor quickly back to the alleyway. The crime scene is as you left it with the two policemen still standing there alongside the murdered woman. The Doctor takes one glance and shakes his head.\n\n\"Move her to the mortuary,\" he instructs. \"She is dead and I will make a further examination of her.\"\n\nYou are shaken as the woman's small body is lifted, revealing a large pool of dried blood beneath her head. The policemen place the body on a stretcher and hurry away with the Doctor leaving one policeman to guard the crime scene. You consider whether you should lean on your status as a Private Detective to try and accompany the body to the mortuary or go home for a stiff drink. It can be difficult enough sometimes investigating murders but discovering one is so much more worse." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Serious", "Socially Important" ]

[ 216, 131, 53, 22, 6, 2, 1, 0 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: sci-fi.\nSet the scene with these themes: Serious.\n\n\nDue to a large number of requests, I have decided to make a fourth Homo Perfectus storygame (despite my claims of Homo Perfectus 3 being the final one).\n-If you haven't read the previous ones, this one contains MASSIVE spoilers-\nA month has passed since the events of Homo Perfectus 3, and Eve has embraced her new role as Shade, but has detached from society as much as she possibly can. However, more genetically altered beings are being brought into this world as Michael Thorne, a former collegue of Meckard's, tries to take steps towards human perfection.\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thug is right in front of me, picking on people weaker than himself. The very definition of a coward. Attacks unarmed people, specifically chooses those that cannot defend themselves. It's people like this that make project: Eden sound like a good idea. He hasn't spotted me yet. He probably wouldn't if I glowed in the dark, dimwitted asshole. He has a knife, but it's not like that's much of a challenge, not for a Homo Perfectus.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You attack the thug from behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I come at the thug from the shadows and punch him across his face. I seem to have forgotten to increase my strength, so the hit doesn't take him out. Panicing, he swiftly swipes the knife at me, and barely manages to slash my arm. I then deliver a second hit, and this one takes him out. The fact that a punk like him managed to get a hit at me is more painful than the actual wound.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 85%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the victim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I approach the civilian, who is still cowering on the ground.\n\n\"Are you alright?\"\n\nHe looks up and sees who I am.\n\n\"I...yeah. Did you...\"\n\n\"You should be safe now. I hope this reminds you that Gorgon city is not safe during the night.\"\n\n\"Right, yeah. Thank's again.\"\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 85%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've done what I can here. Best I go back home. It takes time, since most of it is just walking as I don't have the necessary speed to run across the rooftops, but I get there eventually.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 85%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the apartment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I press the key into the slot and open the lock. I then push the door open, wobble towards the couch and hurl myself into it. I intentionally placed the couch there, I am always so tired after a ten-hour Shade marathon, which I take almost every day. The city is just as dark as before. Adam gave the scum of the Earth a second chance, and this is how they use it. Stealing and killing anyone or anything they can think of! After a few minutes of resting I decide to close the door. I don't want anyone in the building to see Shade sitting on the couch placed directly in front of the front door, do I? That would be inconvenient for me as Eve. Now, I should probably take care of this wound. Damn bastard getting a lucky shot.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 85%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stop the bleeding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I immediately enter the bathroom and remove my jacket. Some blood has stained it, and it was slightly cut as well, but it has seen worse. I cover the wound with bandages and apply pressure onto it. Soon the bleeding has stopped. The wound is still there, but this fixes a majority of the problem.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 85%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the voicemail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the living room. I seem to have a message in the voicemail.\n\n\"Hey Eve, it's me, Mark. I haven't heard from you since the funeral. Are you alright? How are you holding up? It's only been a month, so I imagine you're...\"\n\nI turn it off. This is not what I need right now. Besides, I have more important duties now than friendship. I'm sure he would understand. After all, Mark is the only one besides me who knows the truth about Shade, and Adam.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lay down in the bed. I haven't even removed the Shade gimmic, but I have work in just a few hours. After all, I don't get paid to save lives, do I? No rewards at all. I've thought about turning this into a some kind of job, but having to answer to someone could turn into a disaster. Besides, that's not what Adam did, and when I'm Shade, I'm Adam. Being different than he as would insult what he turned Shade into. I won't do that to his memory.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zzzzzzzzz...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I see Adam. We're in the desert. Alone, no one else is there, nothing. It's like a void. He looks at me and smiles, I do the same. We approach one another and share a kiss. It feels like it lasts forever. I wish it did.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wake up to the same disappointment. Seeing that the dream was...well...a dream. Discovering that Adam is gone forever and I have to stand alone between the city and the evil it holds. However, Shade must wait. For the next few hours, I must be Eve. Working as a waitress has paid the bills ever since Adam became Shade. After all, he didn't have the time to be working. And now I have to find the time to do both.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the restaurant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I dress up and hurry to the restaurant. It's a steakhouse called \"Benjamin's\". I only work for about four hours a day, and even with that, I have more than I enough to keep myself going, but it still seems like wasted time. After all, I could easily be saving lives.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elsewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michael Thorne is sitting in his cell. There are several guards patrolling the cell block, walking in circles in an organized routine, but soon, one of them gets pulled into the shadows. A sound of him attempting to scream in agony is heard, but it is quickly silenced. The rest of the guards grasp their weapons and sprint towards the area. The light up the shadow with a flashlight, but don't see anything but two dead guards, one of them partially eaten. The guards approach them, but soon, blue tentacles emerge from one of the dead guards and disarm them. The guard then gets up and morphs into a blue freakish creature, which eats one of their faces off. The rest of the guards try to break free from the creature's tentacles, but he simply laughs a devilish laughter and starts to devour them, one by one. Thorne stands up and approaches the prison bars, just as the creature is finishing it's meal. The creature then diverts its attention towards Thorne and approaches him. Its tentacles latch onto the bars and pull them open, allowing Thorne to leave the cell. The creature then morphs into a human.\n\n\"Father.\" it says.\n\n\"Dmitri?\"\n\n\"I've come to get you home father.\"\n\n\"Did Jeremy send you?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"And he....he completed you?\"\n\n\"He did.\"\n\n\"I taught him well.\"\n\nThe two of them then leave.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to Eve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I finally return home, of course, only to go right back to my other role as Shade, but the city should be able to handle a few minutes without me running around, beating people up. I sit down in front of the tv and activate it. There seems to be a news report on.\n\n\"...escaped from prison after spending the last twenty-three years incarcerated. Thorne was an esteemed scientist at Gorgon labs, but was found guilty of idnapping and experimenting on humans, often resulting in their death...\"\n\nThorne? The lab? Experimenting on humans? This guy sounds like Meckard, and if this happened twenty-three years ago, then that means that Meckard was still working there, and so even he seems to have considered Thorne to be immoral. That's something. And now this guy escaped? Seems Shade will have to look into it.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the prison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After dressing up as Shade, I go to the prison. I have to find this Thorne guy. He sounds extremely dangerous. Both armed with the knowledge and the mental state to cause a lot of damage, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. The guards look at me and immediately let me in. I may not get paid for what I do, but the name Shade has a lot of respect amongst those that follow the law. I approach the man who seems to be the warden, he is holding a press conference about the incident.\n\n\"How did the escape occur?\"\n\n\"We don't know too much about that.\"\n\n\"Weren't there any cameras?\"\n\n\"Well, yes, we saw a...something...free Michael Thorne.\"\n\n\"Something?\"\n\n\"I am not permitted to divulge any information about that individual.\"\n\n\"What about the guards? Don't you have people to prevent things like this from happening?\"\n\n\"Yes, we did.\"\n\n\"Did? Do you mean...\"\n\n\"The being that freed Thorne consumed them.\"\n\n\"Consumed? As in cannibalized?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"But...\"\n\n\"Thank you, no more questions.\"\n\nThe warden then leaves the press conference, but sees me and approach me, clearly happy to see someone that is capable of fixing the situation.\n\n\"Shade, glad to see you!\"\n\n\"What's the situation? Be as detailed as possible.\"\n\n\"Follow me.\"\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow the warden to the scene of Thorne's escape." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I follow the warden to the cell block. I see the corpses of the three partially eaten guards before me and Thorne's cell, which has been forced open, no doubt to have Thorne get out.\n\n\"The guards encountered a monster, they never stood a chance.\"\n\n\"A monster?\"\n\n\"Yes. It had blue skin, razor sharp claws and these arms, they came out of various different parts of his body, it used them to grab the guards and...feed on them. It was a true walking freakshow.\"\n\n\"Alright, so the Freakshow thing killed the guards. What next?\"\n\n\"It opened the path for Thorne and the two of them left.\"\n\n\"Where did they leave?\"\n\n\"The...whatever he was, broke his way out, further down the corridor.\"\n\n\"Why down the corridor? Why not just here?\"\n\n\"This wall doesn't lead directly to the outside, it leads to the cafeteria, and they seem to wanted to get outside. They also broke through a cell on the way and Freakshow had a quick...snack...\"\n\n\"An inmate?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Alright, I'm going to take a look around.\"\n\n\"Feel free. The sooner we get Thorne back behind bars, the better.\"\n\nI nod and look around. I should examine everything the best I can, which is better than what normal Homo Sapiens can do.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine the corpses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I kneel before the dead guards to examine them. Poor guys. They deserved a better way to die. I can't imagine anyone deserving this.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine the cell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I approach Thorne's cell. The bars have been broken. Freakshow must be one strong guy. Looking at the torn off bars lying around, it looks as if Freakshow tore them off in one pull. Probably used those tentacles the warden described. This confirms that he possesses abnormal strength. But then again, the fact that he broke through a nearby wall confirms it as well.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine the exit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I approach the wall Freakshow broke to escape. On the way, I see the cell he broke into and the \"snack\" he had. Apparently, he doesn't eat the entire body. That's interesting to know. Maybe there's a part of the human body that repulses him?\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the warden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I return to the warden. There's nothing left to see there.\n\n\"I've examined all I can.\"\n\n\"Did you find something?\"\n\n\"I discovered some interesting things. But nothing that helps me locate Thorne or Freakshow.\"\n\n\"So you can't catch him?\"\n\n\"It's a bit too early to make that assumption. You said you have security footage of the entire thing?\"\n\n\"Yes, I do. Do you want to...\"\n\n\"I do. It might help.\"\n\n\"Great. Tony, show Shade the security vid!\"\n\nTony nods and I follow him to another room. He turns the thing on and the footage appears on a screen before me.\n\nI see the guards walking about, following their ordinary routine. Suddenly, one of them gets pulled into the shadows. I hear him scream. The rest of the guards approach the shadow the noise came from. The guards illuminate the shadow with their flashlights, and in there, they see two dead guards. Two!?! Where did the other one come from. I then notice that blue tentacles are growing from the newly materialized guard and quickly ambush them from behind. The dead guard then stands up and transforms into him, Freakshow. That's the first time I saw him. He must have some kind of shapeshifting abilities. He spends a while feeding on the helpless guards before diverting his attention towards Thorne. He then confirms my suspicion by reverting to a human form as he moves to talk to Thorne. That's when they make their escape. It appears Thorne did not know Freakshow was coming, which leads me to believe that someone else created and sent him.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back to the warden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I'm done here\" I say as I approach the warden.\n\n\"Can you retrieve him?\"\n\n\"We'll see. Thorne worked at the Gorgon lab, didn't he?\"\n\n\"Yes. But that was a long time ago.\"\n\n\"Could he still have contacts there?\"\n\n\"I...I guess, why?\"\n\n\"Someone finished the creation of Freakshow in Thorne's abscence. Thorne seems to have started it, so clearly, the development of Freakshow took many years. It must have been a protegé of some kind, someone Thorne was teaching, and that someone must work at the lab. That's my next stop. Creating something like Freakshow takes resources, and those resources came from somewhere. The trail can't be invisible, not a trail like this.\"\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the lab." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I approach the lab, I start to have a flashback of the final battle with Meckard, where I failed Adam. Where Meckard defeated me, forcing Adam to be the one to make the sacrifice. And when I woke up, he was dead. The world was saved, every last one of the human race was saved, all except my Adam. I wish I had been awake, I wish I would have been smarter than to get knocked out by Meckard, I should have been the one to make the sacrifice. He made a much better Shade than I ever will. He deserved more than that. He deserved it far more than I ever did. He died a hero, and no one knows about it. Instead, I get all the credit. Everyone looks at me and thinks \"that's the one that saved us,\" but no one cares about Adam. All they care about is Shade.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elsewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door opens and Thorne and Freakshow in a human form enter the room, Jeremy approaches them with a smile on his face.\n\n\"I knew he was ready for that.\"\n\n\"Jeremy. I am amazed. This thing is...quite the creation. Tell me, how do keep him in check? He seemed to have uncontrollable hunger.\"\n\n\"Yes, I made some...precautions as soon as I discovered he had hyperactive metabolism. Don't worry, he's on a leash\"\n\n\"A...some form of mind control device?\"\n\n\"In a way, we can alter his brainwaves via this remote\" Jeremy says and shows Thorne the remote.\n\n\"You seem to have come across a lot of resources in my absence.\"\n\n\"I have.\"\n\n\"How?\"\n\n\"Let's just say that a lot of people will pay a lot of money to become more than just humans.\"\n\n\"How much?\"\n\nJeremy smiles and walks over to a large monitor. Thorne follows him as Jeremy activates it and on it is a map of the world with several locations marked.\n\n\"Are these...?\"\n\n\"Yes. They are.\"\n\n\"And you did all this by yourself?\"\n\n\"I had a good teacher\" Jeremy says and walks towards the researchers.\n\n\"A little too good I would say\" Thorne says to himself.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to Eve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the lobby and approach the secretery.\n\n\"Yes can I...\"\n\nShe completely freezes over when she sees me.\n\n\"I need to speak with whoever is in charge here.\"\n\nShe nervously points at a man heading up the stairs.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're in charge here?\" I say as I approach the man.\n\n\"I...yes. I am. Is there something wrong?\"\n\n\"I should say so. You know of Michael Thorne?\"\n\n\"Yes. He escaped recently, didn't he?\"\n\n\"He did. He used to work here?\"\n\n\"Yes. Before the fire. He was working on genetic modifications.\"\n\n\"Under Henry Meckard?\"\n\n\"I...yes. You seem well informed.\"\n\n\"What do you know about the nature of his escape?\"\n\n\"Nothing.\"\n\n\"He was released by a creature. Whatever it may have been in the past, it was far from being human. And since it wasn't complete upon his incarceration, someone else completed it. And Gorgon labs is the only laboratory on the entire continent that has taken steps that advanced in genetic modifications. Trust me, what Thorne's associate did is not something an amateur would do.\"\n\n\"You think this someone works here?\"\n\n\"Or has worked here. I need a list of employees.\"\n\n\"Certainly, but...are you looking for just one man?\"\n\n\"Possibly.\"\n\n\"This is a long list, can you narrow the search down in any way?\"\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"No. The list will have to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very well. The list is yours.\"\n\nI receive the list and instantly see that the names are way too many to do this the way Ihad intended. I'll have to find a different way to determine where Thorne is.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take a look around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I spend some time looking around the lab, but don't spot anything out of the ordinary. After all, Thorne's assistant wouldn't have left any obvious clues behind, would he?\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask for information on the funding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I approach the chief scientist again and ask \"I need information about the funding this place has received.\"\n\n\"Funding?\"\n\n\"Yes. Creating Freakshow takes resources, they have to have come from somewhere.\"\n\n\"Feel free, there's nothing there that can help you though.\"\n\nHe shows me to his office and to his computer. He's right, this gets me squat. Even if the Freakshow funding was sent here, I wouldn't see it. It would just blend in with the rest. I mean, what's the difference of the money used to fund regular science project and the money used to fund the creation of a flesh-eating monster?\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the lab." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On my way out, I walk past a man, who looks rather...off. As I walk past him, he looks in my direction and sniffs, as he is detecting my scent.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep walking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decide to keep walking. I'm probably just paranoid, right? However, I suddenly hear screams, and as soon as I turn around, Freakshow is attacking me. I receive a heavy attack to the stomach, which knocks me back. As soon as I have realized what's going on, I see that Freakshow is dashing towards me again.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 95%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You clothsline him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I run up against Freakshow, who is sprinting towards me and prepare to clothsline him. However, I prove to be currently too slow for that, as he delivers his attack and slams me through a window before I manage to perform the clothsline. As soon as I get up, he's gone. No doubt taken a random form and vanished into the crowd.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 75%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've gathered all the information I can, or at least I hope so, so all I can do is go home and form a plan around that, which is exactly what I do. The first thing I do is take a hot bath. I usually think so clearly during a hot bath.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 55%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elsewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thorne is staring at a monitor. Jeremy and Freakshow return.\n\n\"We've got a problem.\"\n\n\"Jeremy, you have a metamorphic cannibalistic genetically superior beast on your side. What could possibly be problematic?\"\n\n\"Shade.\"\n\n\"Shade? I've been in prison for a while.\"\n\n\"Right. Shade is...superhuman. I had hoped he would have been killed in the encounter with Dmitri.\"\n\n\"Dmitri? Do you have an explanation for this?\"\n\n\"Shade was not the objective, but an obstacle. The quickest and easiest way to get Jeremy to safety was by leaving as quickly as possible. Avoiding any unnecessary conflict.\"\n\n\"You idiot! Now this vigilante is going to be after us. You should have killed him when you had the chance. When you meet him again, I want you to kill him anyway you can.\"\n\n\"Yes father.\"\n\n\"When he meets him again? You have something in mind?\" Jeremy says.\n\nThorne looks at the monitor.\n\n\"How far developed is Baryon?\"\n\n\"Physically?\"\n\n\"If you can call it 'physical', yes\"\n\n\"He has formed a somewhat materialized body, but keep in mind that he has never been conscious. He has no memories. Despite all that power, his mind is like a child's.\"\n\n\"Baryon is a failure. A dead end, it will never lead to project Divine.\"\n\n\"Understood. What do we do?\"\n\nThorne smiles and looks at Jeremy.\n\n\"Isn't it obvious?\"\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to Eve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After about twenty minutes, I get out of the bath. It felt so relaxing, but I am not done with my duties. Suddenly, the phone rings. I don't have time to talk to anyone, so I put on the Shade outfit instead of answering. The phone goes straight to voicemail.\n\n\"Eve? It's Mark again. I know you're probably busy but there's been...some weird things going on outside the city. Apparently, a creature described as a demon ate the head of a wanderer and went into the Hunt manor. Know where that is? Anyway, the thing left the victim's friend alone, and he saw the whole thing. Thought it might be something that..you know, Shade, might be interested in.\"\n\nSounds like Freakshow, but why not kill the other wanderer as well? Something doesn't fit here. Still, there's not like I have something better to do.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to Hunt manor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It doesn't take too long to get to the Hunt manor, at least not for the likes of me. The mansion looks like the very definition of a creepy mansion. The weather isn't doing too much good either. I know Freakshow is somewhere around here, so I'd better be careful. The faster I could respond to an ambush, the better.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the mansion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the mansion, anticipating Freakshow to leap out of the shadows at any moment. Perhaps I should just call out, let him know I'm here, have him attack me already and be done with it. I know I'll have to fight him sooner or later. Regardless, I need to find a lead to Thorne. If Freakshow is here, I doubt Douglas Hunt is going to be around, not unless Freakshow has been specifically ordered not to kill him, which I doubt.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shout out loud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hello?\" I shout into the emptiness of the mansion, getting absolutely no response. That's even more disturbing than getting attacked. He's here, he knows I'm here, but he's not attacking me yet. Is he stalking me? Like a hunter stalks his prey? Either that or he just left. Wouldn't that be nice, for a change?\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep exploring the mansion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk around and inspect the mansion. No one is here, dead, alive, or digested. I can still smell Freakshow's feces, so there must be a pile of his droppings somewhere around here. This might be problematic, as it overwhelms almost any smell, making it impossible for me to determine who is really a human being and who is Freakshow in a disguise via the difference of the smell. Suddenly, I come to a hidden door, well, it would be hidden, but the bookcase that is supposed to conceal it is wide open. The huge metallic door is closed shut though.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You knock on the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try knocking on the door, but get no response.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try opening the door, but it's locked. Possibly even barred.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave it alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decide not to waste time with this door. If it's a civilian, then Freakshow hasn't found him yet. In which case, it might actually be a safe place to hide from him. Why risk that just to talk to them? And if it's Freakshow in there, then for some reason , he's not out here. If the people who were here somehow managed to trap him, then I have no intentions of opening it. He can stay in there for as long as he'd like. The only thing I could be missing is information.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep exploring the mansion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I keep walking around the mansion until I come across a giant metallic door, which has been torn open. That must be the work of Freakshow. The entire area past the door is metallic and futuristic. Did Jeremy build a laboratory within the Hunt manor?\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You proceed into the laboratory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk further into the laboratories. The power seems to be out, but luckily, the red piercing light coming from my Shade mask allows me to somewhat see in the darkness.\n\nI come across several of Freakshow's victims, either the unfinished parts or the digested parts. How lovely. Eventually, I come across a stack of dossiers.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You read the dossiers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I pick up several dossiers, each centered around a subject I should study. It would be wise to read these files over carefully. I want as much intel as I can get.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dmitri." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The chameleon, now there's an interesting animal. I've studied its ability to alter the color of its surface, and wondered how that could fit into Divine. Being able to look like anything would be...most useful. I will have to dissect it further to get to the core and achieve greater understanding of how this works. When that is complete, I must contact the cross-breeding facility. Hopefully, they have made progress in their work there, allowing me to incorporate characteristics of animals into the DNA of humans, with as few side-effects as possible.-Michael Thorne\n\nMr. Hunt insisted that the subject would be someone of his choosing, instead of the usual street-trash we \"volunteer\". I had no problem with that, besides, he is paying the bills, but it is odd that he has someone specific in mind for something like this. The man's name is Dmitri Kutski, but beyond that, I know nothing of the man. It does not matter, he will not be the same man as before after it has been complete.-Michael Thorne\n\nI received feedback from the cross-breeding facility today, and with their information, I know how to give Dmitri tha chameleon's abilities. However, that will not be sufficient. Just altering color may fool dumb animals, but no human would be fooled that easily. However, Mr. Denner at the cross-breeding facility suggested that I looked into the anatomy of octopi. They do not have any bones in their bodies, but they are still capable of moving around, showing how perfectly they can control their muscle-tissue. If that is incorporated into Dmitri, as well as altering color, he would be able to take the shape of other individuals and color himself as them as well. It is a most perfect solution.-Michael Thorne\n\nThorne was arrested today, but the notes he left allow me to continue his work. My first objective is to alter the subject's muscle tissue to resemble that of an octopus. I have asked Mr. Denner to come here and help me work on Dmitri. This is the first time I've had to work without the guidence of Michael Thorne. I hope I am up to the challenge.-Jeremy Reinhorn\n\nMr. Denner arrive last week and we have successfully converted the subject's muscle tissue, or so we thought. We had a little field test, to see if we were successful, but the subject could not manually control it's skin and muscle tissue, at least not to the extent we wanted to. In fact, it appeared he was more \"leaking\" than staying in his human form. It seemed difficult for him not to sag. However, his color alteration works beautifully. No surprise there. That was Thorne's work. But still, trial and error. We have placed the subject back into the vat, to correct our mistake.-Jeremy Reinhorn\n\nWe've been trying to correct our problem for two years now, constantly changing the subject's muscle tissue to see if it works appropriately. His skin has become blue for some reason. Most likely a side-effect of the numerous alterations we have made on his muscle and skin tissue. I do have a suspicion that it could be a side-effect to some \"unscheduled\" alterations. For a while now, I've believed that Mr. Reinhorn is making several changes to the subject, changes that Mr. Thorne did not specify anywhere. I think Mr. Reinhorn is testing the knowledge he gained from working under Mr. Thorne, and expanding it. Normally, I would not care, if he learns something from it, which, no doubt he will, it can be useful for future subjects. But I fear he is ruining this subject.-Norman Denner\n\nSomething went wrong. Today in our day of field-testing, the subject looked ill. Claimed he wasn't given enough food, despite the fact that we have tripled his daily dose already. He tore Mr. Denner's arm off and started eating it. When Denner tried to escape, the subject cought him and eating the rest of him. I left the two of them in there, trapping the subject with Mr. Denner's remains. For now, the room is being filled with gaseous toxins that should put the subject to sleep, allowing us to safely put him back into the vat.-Jeremy Reinhorn\n\nAfter researching the problem, I have come to the source of it. It seems my additional research has caused some unforseen side-effects. His metabolism has gone off the charts, his body digests food incredibly fast, but he uses the energy fast as well. It could be linked with either his color changing or his manipulation of muscle and skin tissue, but he needs a lot more energy than a regular human. Also, I studied his brain, and sector enforcing impulses has grown, while the rest of the brain is human sized. It seems that fighting impulses for him is a lot more difficult than for us, which is probably the reason he cannibalized Mr. Denner on the spot without giving it a second thought. Another strange thing I've noticed, is that his body seems to be...changing, not it the way we want it to be, but he is growing in a strange direction. His hands seem to becoming suitable for walking on four legs, and his mouth has grown to a massive proportion. This adaptation was most likely caused to compensate for his unsatiable hunger. It is clear that Dmitri will not become the Divine we're looking for, and so we have dissasociated that title from him.-Jeremy Reinhorn\n\nMr. Marker, the head of the cybertronics department has reached a miraculous discovery in the field of brain activity. He has found a way to remotely control a human brain via small neural shocks. He sent me a copy of his chip, which I intend to install into Dmitri. He may not be Divine material, but with this, we can at least use him without his uncontrollable urges causing him to become more of a neusence for us than of use. His body has taken extreme changes since I last met him, and his cells probably reproduce faster, as everything within his body seems to work faster than that of a human being, so it would make sense that his growth occurs faster than ours. But then again, he'll probably die of age before he reaches 60 for that same reason. I intend to make a few more changes to him, and then, with the chip, he'll become a useful strongman.-Jeremy Reinhorn.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Powers" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is where you use your powers and alter your own DNA. You can distribute up to 100% of your energy among these various different aspects, forming any combination of alterations you want. Also note that you can change this at any point.\n\nStrength: 0%\n\nSpeed: 0%\n\nReflexes: 0%\n\nVocal Power: 0%\n\nVision: 0%\n\nHearing: 0%\n\nSmelling: 0%\n\nBrain Capacity: 0%\n\nEnergy in use: 100%\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "+10 Strength." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Strength is now 10%.\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is where you use your powers and alter your own DNA. You can distribute up to 100% of your energy among these various different aspects, forming any combination of alterations you want. Also note that you can change this at any point.\n\nStrength: 0%\n\nSpeed: 0%\n\nReflexes: 0%\n\nVocal Power: 0%\n\nVision: 0%\n\nHearing: 0%\n\nSmelling: 0%\n\nBrain Capacity: 0%\n\nEnergy in use: 100%\n\nREMAINING HEALTH: 65%" } ]

[ "Drama", "Romance", "Serious" ]

[ 3284, 1377, 1207, 774, 243, 116, 104, 261 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: love & dating] [Tags: Drama, Romance, Serious] [Description: Do all first loves end up like us?] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's always the same dream.\n\n\"Do you miss me?\" Her silky soft voice sounds like velvet and I can smell her familiar scent of cinnamon mint. Her beautiful emerald eyes looking right through me, as though the answer on the tip of my lips has already been said.\n\nThat face hasn't changed a bit, already she had certainly grown more beautiful than before. I manage to fight back the growing urge in me to lean forward to touch her, prove that she was real. Even if the wing was plastic on her back, there was no way Sophia would be here with me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Of course I miss you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled softly and I could see relief in her eyes. Just a flash before she shut those emerald eyes and covered her face bashfully.\n\n\"I'm so relieved.\" She admitted so softly that I couldn't help but grin back. Because she spoke those words only for me to hear.\n\nBut soon the wings melted off her back and the angel in front of me disappeared. In her place was a girl, a beautiful girl with a coquettish smile and dark garb. In her hands was a barely lit candle and her eyes that had been glinting with happiness now had a knowing resignation.\n\n\"But is it because I'm gone? Or is it because you don't like being alone?\" Her voice was growing more distant and all of a sudden the air grows cold.\n\nBut before I could answer, before I could even think of what she could possibly mean, I woke up from that terrible dream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Quiet Beginnings" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a bit of a running gag in town how my parents met, how doggedly he pursued her without caring a bit about his pride or her rather formidable boyfriend whose right punch could knock out a giant for days.\n\nHe was the gangly new kid of the block and she was the beautiful princess who already had her Prince Charming. It was like imagining Sleeping Beauty ditching her guy for the court jester.\n\n\"When you find someone who you can love completely...\" My dad fondly wrapped his arm around my mom and smiled \"You've got to believe in the impossibility of being ecstatically happy.\"\n\nSappy words from a sappy guy. Still, it was easy to see why he'd talk like that. His first love was a miracle. Even he couldn't believe it worked out.\n\nBut Sophia and I was different. We were always together and always linked together. Back in the day when I was interrogated by all the big kids whose eyes inevitably fell on Sophia, I gave the same excuse over and over again. Not that I didn't care about her, but I did care about getting beat up by the same group of guys each day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"She's too old for me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some excuse, right? Yeah, they didn't buy it either. Maybe it would have worked if she wasn't only two years older and stunningly beautiful to match. But, I worked out every day, not just because I wanted to be able to fight back. That was a reason, of course I wanted to cream every guy who looked at Sophia with dirty eyes. But being younger than Sophia automatically made things more difficult. Being shorter and smaller than the girl you like? C'mon.\n\nWaking up with a heavy sigh, I see the same demon face that graced the angel's body in my dream. Sophia had slipped into my bed without me noticing. The scent of cinnamon mint washing over me and already I feel intoxicated. She was a few inches away and despite crawling into bed in her ratty pjs, she easily took my breath away.\n\n Looking over at the clock, I can tell the alarm is only a few minutes from going off. Even though Sophia sneaks into my bed each morning, it always feels so short." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Discretely Shut off the Alarm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry.\" The loud conversations going around us in the school cafeteria somehow muted enough for us to whisper, I tried to lean in close to a very unhappy Sophia. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her clothes were whatever she could find in the two minutes available to dress before school started.\n\n\"You're not.\" Sophia wouldn't even look at me. Her lips in a permanent pout that hadn't faded from the morning. Still, she looks beautiful. Even in messy jeans and hair that stuck out in all the wrong places.\n\n\"I must have been asleep when I turned the alarm off.\" I insist with earnest eyes. But of course, Sophia can see right through me. \"Let me make it up to you. You can't stay mad at me forever over this.\"\n\n\"Maybe I can.\" She stuck out her tongue slightly and I can't help but stare. Stare as her bubblegum tongue slowly darts in between her lips that perfectly formed a slight pout. \"But how would you make it up to me?\"\n\nI lean closer to her, slowly resting my hand on the small of her back. \"Easy. Why don't we...?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have a race" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How is this making up for anything?\" Sophia huffed and puffed as she dilligently ran to keep up with my light jogging.\n\n\"Weren't you always complaining about how out of shape you've gotten?\" I try to slow down to seem like I'm helping, but a little bit of me feels happy. Before it was always me desperately chasing her, doing anything to keep up.\n\n\"Okay...so I was a total mess today and I'm fat?\" Sophia laughs incredulously, but a smile still lingers on her face. Like even she knew that her as a total mess was still stunningly beautiful and that any fat on her body would be perfectly placed so you wouldn't be able to tell that she eaten a few more slices of pie than what was wise.\n\n\"You know I didn't mean it that way.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but you always say things that people misunderstand. You're going to get in a lot of trouble with girls if you don't shape up.\"\n\nApparently I was always being misunderstood by her. My dad always told me that you have to be ridiculously open to failure when it came to girls. Even though it was terrifying to make the first step, you'll make it if the girl is worth it and Sophia was worth it.\n\n It wasn't like I didn't try to give her signs. I always kept looking at her lips. Imagining how it would feel, how amazing it would feel to kiss them the first time...and the second...and the millionth.\n\n\"Hmm? \" Sophia paused in front of me and leaned forward. Her face slightly covered with a sheen of sweat \"Did you fall in love with me?\" She laughed a little at the end, certain that I hadn't.\n\nIt was kinda suprising how clueless Sophia could be. Or maybe cruel would be a better word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kiss Her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To this day, I don't know how I had the courage to do it. For anyone thinking movies portray a first kiss correctly, then I'm very sorry to let you all down. Because as I leaned forward to kiss the girl of my dreams, I watch her blank expression only turn to a look of complete surprise. I kept waiting for the moment where her eyes closed and a blush spread across those perfect angular cheeks, but she looked like she had seen a ghost. All I could do was close my eyes and very quickly kiss her lightly on the lips, a kiss where I'm fairly certain my teeth had been exposed accidently and gave her a slight bite instead of a caress.\n\nFor a girl who smells just like cinnamon mint, she tasted completely different. She must have drank cherry soda at lunch because my first kiss tasted exactly like cherry coke. Sweet with a sparkle of electricity running through my system. There was even a buzzing noise...wait a second, what?\n\n\"I...have to go.\" Before I could open my eyes, I can hear Sophia open her cell phone and feel her entire demeanor change. It was not a friendly everyday text message, not at all.\n\nOpen your eyes you idiot! I want so badly to see her expression, I do. But there is something so terrifyingly vulnerable about this moment, this magical moment when I finally got to kiss Sophia that makes opening my eyes suddenly impossible. By the time I manage to get the strength, she's gone. Her running figure making me all the more curious as to what could possibly have been sent in that annoying text.\n\nMentally, I had a much different reaction from her. She was smiling back into my eyes with a growing smile, one that was nearly as wide as mine.\n\n\"Hey!\" Before I can fully sink into the ground in my misery, I hear Sophia's voice. She's far enough that I can't quite see her face, but I hear her perfectly. \"Leave your window unlocked!\"\n\nA wave of relief rushes over me and I try not to grin like an idiot.\n\nTried and probably failed miserably.\n\nThat night, I didn't sleep a wink. Not when I heard the window slowly creak open and feel Sophia slowly slip right next to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You bring her closer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I couldn't help it.\n\nMy arm was already being used by her as a pillow. I kept my eyes closed and hugged her closely. Her body was incredibly soft. She fit perfectly against me and was so close that I could feel every bit of her on top of me. I've probably hugged Sophia a million times when I was younger. But tonight was different, everything felt different.\n\n\"Hey...\" Her soft scent of cinnamon mint wafted over me \"You can't be without me?\"\n\nThe way she asked that question was strange. It was a question she had asked me a million times before. But tonight, it sounded like there was a hitch in her voice, an accidental slip.\n\n\"You know the answer.\" I can't help but smile goofily at Sophia. Even though I know neither one of us are directly addressing the issue at hand, the kiss or the accidental biting of her lips, if you wanted to get more specific.\n\n\"Would you miss me?\" A slighly lonely expression still lingered on her face \"If I was gone?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Always.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A beautiful smile on her face, a soft sigh escaping those soft lips. She leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss. So soft and tender that I was melting into a puddle. It was a miracle that I kept my arms wrapped around her.\n\n\"Miss me.\" She kept whispering. Her eyes looking like they were brimming with tears. \"Please, don't forget me.\"\n\nHer kisses tasted salty and sweet. But I couldn't live with myself if I did anything when she was like that. So I just held her close and kissed her until both of us were to exhausted to do anything but fall asleep.\n\nWhy would I need to miss her if she'll always be with me?\n\nWhy was she crying?\n\nI want so badly to ask her. But for some reason, it feels like she'll disappear if I ask those words. So all I can do is just pull her closer and hope that maybe, just maybe, Sophia would stay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Less than Innocent Dream" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was only wearing adornments in her hair, the rest of Sophia was clad just as she was born. We had actually taken baths together when we were kids. Back then, I couldn't realize how stunningly beautiful she always was.\n\n\"Always remember..please.\" I can't quite hear the words she's whispering though. I can only catch fragments. Her beautiful emerald eyes won't open though. They won't look back into mine anymore and for some reason, that terrifies me.\n\nLeaning forward, my fingers barely graze her arm when I shudder. Her skin is cold, ice cold. Even though she has a rosy blush and her body looks perfect, she feels like a corpse. A beautiful talking corpse of the girl of my dreams.\n\n\"Please...forgive me....\" Her lips keep moving and I feel afraid. Like I'm remembering something I don't want to remember.\n\nLike the moment I remember, she'll be gone.\n\nGreen eyed girl, why are you crying?\n\nDid the world treat you badly enough to feel like dying?\n\nStop it. I shake my head and look down at my hands. My hands that were empty before are now filled with..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chewed up pencils" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can do this.\" Sophia was determinedly chewing away on her spare pencil as she erased her sketching. The deadline was moved up and she was staying up all night.\n\n\"You need to rest. C'mon, the bed is soft and comfy.\"\n\n\"You can go without me.\" She doesn't even shift her gaze off the paper. \"I'm going to finish this.\"\n\nI already knew what she would say before she said it. Most nights, I would go ahead and impatiently wait for her to slip next to me. But tonight, I wanted to be next to her. I had to do something while I waited.\n\n\"Let me show off.\" I make a big show of getting some pens and markers.\"I'll draw you just as I see you.\"\n\nA tiny smile appeared on her lips as she answered \"I'll be looking forward to it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You draw Her Silly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was surprisingly easy to sketch and only took a few hours to ink. By then, Sophia had long finished her art project and was waiting impatiently.\n\n\"Here you are.\" I smile innocently as she stared at the little chibi version of herself eating a huge cupcake.\n\n\"Hey!\" She's smiling as she knocks my shoulder \"that's how you really see me?\"\n\n\"Exactly.\"\n\n\"Hmm...\" She leans down and her hair grazes my arm. Soft and silky, I want to scratch at my arm all of a sudden but a bigger part of me just wants to stay still. Just in case the slightest movement scares her off. \"Do I really eat sweets all the time?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I never see you eat anything but sweets.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her jaw dropped.\n\n\"I'll prove you wrong!\" She said in a teasing voice, but I saw the fire of determination in her eyes. Sophia was the type of person who would do anything if she said it.\n\nShe was special like that.\n\nBut the next day, when we were enjoying an order of sherbert, I could tell that Sophia wanted a bite. Her eyes lit up and I could see her fingers tapping impatiently on her sides.\n\n\"Eat up, it's delicious.\" I enthusiastically take a bite of mine, but she shakes her head. Her eyes never leaving the bowl of sherbert.\n\nIt was like there were an angel and a devil on her shoulder. Both whispering encouragement.\n\n\"He's too nice to mention that statement you made.\" The angel advised Sophia while the devil laughed heartily and whispered \"He's just waiting for you to take a bite and then he'll mention it.\"\n\n\"They're both wrong.\" I accidently say out loud and after Sophia shoots me a quizzical stare, I lift my hands up and swear \"I meant to say, you're a complete twig. Please, don't let delicious sherbert go to waste because of my drawing.\"\n\nShe laughed and nibbled at the bowl. At the time, I thought maybe she was feeling nevous or wasn't hungry. I should have noticed how rail thin her arms were even then. How easily the bone stuck out and how fragile her entire body was beginning to become.\n\nMaybe if I had noticed, I could have saved her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Christmas Memories" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me a secret.\" Sophia's voice is a little sluggish and for a second, I wonder if it was the wisest decision opening up that bottle of christmas wine.\n\n\"I never keep any secrets from you.\" I answer and honestly, there is nothing I could possibly hide from Sophia. She knew everything about me. All it took was one stare from her and I was completely transparent.\n\nBut Sophia was different. It was like there was a veil, a impenetrable veil between her and me. I could tell by her eyes. Those beautiful emerald eyes that told no secrets and held no lies.\n\n\"Everybody has secrets.\" She leaned forward and all I can do is stare back at her. The Christmas light gave her silver hair a light pink tint, or maybe my mind was finally going a little crazy. She was like a drug I couldn't stop taking.\n\nBut was it the same for her?\n\n\"Tell me yours.\" I want to say those words. But maybe I knew the answer and I didn't want to hear it.\n\nMaybe I knew if I did, this would be all over.\n\n\"Hey, can you draw me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You draw in blue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me draw around you.\" I stare back at her and she smiled back at me. Her eyes were still cloudy and before I can say anything else, she eagerly stands up and nods her head.\n\n\"Wait a second.\" She runs into the closet and grabs a dress. But before I can say anything, she changes out of her Christmas attire and into the dress she picked out of the closet. It was so quickly, you could blink and miss it.\n\n\"How did...?\" Before I can ask another question, my mind goes to static. It must be the wine, surely I had too much to drink. \"Just sit down there.\"\n\nShe sits down eagerly and I carefully draw clouds behind her.\n\nAfter taking a picture, she turns to me and asks \"why clouds?\n\n \"They fit.\" I can't think clearly. Not when she was so close to me. Looking down and breathing that familiar cinnamon mint.\n\nWhat should I do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kiss her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm ready.\"\n\n She tried so hard to seem like an adult. Even the lingerie she bought was clearly for someone much older.\n\nMy mouth was dry and I could feel a gallon of sweat begin to pour down my forehead. But she was absolutely perfect.\n\nAbsolutely perfect.\n\nIn my arms, she was so tiny. Was Sophia always this small? Before I can ask, she stops me with a kiss. Any kind of comprehensible thought in my brain stops and all I can do is react.\n\nTo kiss her when she kisses me back.\n\nTo slip off that one-piece off her shoulder.\n\n\"Are you sure?\" I ask her hoarsely.\n\nShe nods softly and I give in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She's gone" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was out of nowhere.\n\n\"Sophia?\" The side of the bed that belonged to her was empty. It was so cold that she must have left a long time ago. \"Sophia, where are you?\"\n\nPhone calls that were never answered. Family members that would shut the door in my face.\n\nSophia vanished off the face of the Earth so easily, it was almost like she wasn't there in the first place.\n\nBut whenever that terrible thought crosses my mind, I remember. Those nights she fell asleep in my arm. Those nights she held me close.\n\nThat night when she was finally mine.\n\nIt would be months before I found out what happened to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You watch her recorded message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey stranger.\" Sophia's familiar face, that beautiful face that haunted my every dream and memory, finally appeared. \"I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.\"\n\nShe sighed softly and shook her head slightly. \"I wanted to tell you...a million times. Everyday, I wanted to tell you. That day I got diagnosed, all I could think of was how I could tell you.\"\n\nShe paused and for a second, her chin trembles. Her bangs covering her eyes so I can't possibly see them. But she takes a second to breathe in and looks up with a smile. \"I guess I wanted to be selfish in the end. I'm sorry about that. But, I wanted to be with you. Every day, I wanted to be with you. I knew...that the treatment had such little chance of working and I'd never get to see you and I was so scared and...\"\n\nTears fill her eyes and I can tell she's widening them as much as possible so not a single tear falls. Before it can possibly fall, she places both her fingers on her cheeks and smiles widely. \"Please, forgive me? I want you to remember me like this. Healthy and always, loving you.\"\n\nThe tape ended and I looked through the box. There were only one piece of notebook paper.\n\nWas it her handwriting? Or was it someone else?\n\nAll it said was a hospital and a room number." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go see her one last time" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hospital was completely empty by the time I got there and the visiting hours were long over. It was sheer luck that I knew one of the nurses, someone who had known both me and Sophia since childhood.\n\nEven Emily had known about this...why was I the only person left out?\n\nI had a million questions I wanted to ask her. They were are burning on the tip of my lips, but they were soon forgotten the moment I saw Sophia. Or what remained of Sophia as she lay quietly on the hospital bed.\n\n\"You...came.\" Her words were barely audible from the oxygen machine tubing and I can't tell if the trembling is from emotion or the exertion necessary to force the words out \"I...knew...you...would.\"\n\nMy knees keep buckling, but I somehow manage to stand. I can't let her see me act any different.\n\nAt the very least, she deserves that.\n\n\"I wanted to see you.\" I force a smile and taste salty tears.\n\nDamn.\n\n\"Why?\" She shifts her eyes sadly \"I...look...awful.\"\n\nLeaning forward to grab her hand, that soft fragile hand that now feels like a thin bag of bones, I tell her \"You've always been the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.\"\n\n\"Liar.\" A tiny smile cracked her lips. They were so pale, her entire body was so pale that it seemed like all the color was sucked out of her by those infernal tubes.\n\n\"I mean it.\" I gently squeeze her hand and smile back for real this time \"I could never lie to you.\"\n\nShe laughed slightly, but the laugh ends in a coughing fit. I can't do anything.\n\nNot a single thing to save her.\n\n\"Hey...\" Sophia smiled softly, her dark emerald eyes locked onto mine \"Can you tell me one last story?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A story from childhood" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey!\" Sophia was bouncing off the walls \"You never answered my question.\"\n\nShe pouted slightly and I couldn't help but smile. Smile that I got to spend the day with Sophia and smile because she had asked the question I always wanted to hear.\n\n\"The girl I like?\" I pause dramatically \"She's got to be special, not the kind of girl you'd find anywhere.\"\n\nSophia stuck her tongue out \"That didn't answer the question.\"\n\nLooking down with a grin, I can't help but wonder how specific I should get at this point. I always knew who the only girl was for me in the end after all.\n\n\"It doesn't matter actually.\" I look up at Sophia and laugh \"She's way out of my league.\"\n\nHer jaw dropped and for a second she paused in the middle of the side walk.\n\n\"Sophia?\" I look back to see her turning bright red and gripping her hands.\n\n\"I can be better than her.\" She looked back at me with determined eyes \"I can be a much better girl for you than that girl!\"\n\nI probably should have told you that I was just describing you to yourself. But being a young boy doesn't mean I always give the most mature responses.\n\n\"Whatever.\" Walking away with a nonchalant air, I can't help but be relieved she can't see the huge silly grin on my face.\n\nAs I was telling the story, Sophia's hand was slowly falling out of mine. No matter how tightly I held her hand, there was no strength left.\n\nHer eyes were closed and they would never open.\n\nShe was gone.\n\n\"Sophia?\" I whisper \"It was you. It was always you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hospital was completely empty by the time I got there and the visiting hours were long over. It was sheer luck that I knew one of the nurses, someone who had known both me and Sophia since childhood.\n\nEven Emily had known about this...why was I the only person left out?\n\nI had a million questions I wanted to ask her. They were are burning on the tip of my lips, but they were soon forgotten the moment I saw Sophia. Or what remained of Sophia as she lay quietly on the hospital bed.\n\n\"You...came.\" Her words were barely audible from the oxygen machine tubing and I can't tell if the trembling is from emotion or the exertion necessary to force the words out \"I...knew...you...would.\"\n\nMy knees keep buckling, but I somehow manage to stand. I can't let her see me act any different.\n\nAt the very least, she deserves that.\n\n\"I wanted to see you.\" I force a smile and taste salty tears.\n\nDamn.\n\n\"Why?\" She shifts her eyes sadly \"I...look...awful.\"\n\nLeaning forward to grab her hand, that soft fragile hand that now feels like a thin bag of bones, I tell her \"You've always been the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.\"\n\n\"Liar.\" A tiny smile cracked her lips. They were so pale, her entire body was so pale that it seemed like all the color was sucked out of her by those infernal tubes.\n\n\"I mean it.\" I gently squeeze her hand and smile back for real this time \"I could never lie to you.\"\n\nShe laughed slightly, but the laugh ends in a coughing fit. I can't do anything.\n\nNot a single thing to save her.\n\n\"Hey...\" Sophia smiled softly, her dark emerald eyes locked onto mine \"Can you tell me one last story?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A story from teenage years" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're heavy!\" I groan heavily, but that only made Sophia hug me more tightly from behind. She was actually as light as a feather, but I liked how she would tighten her grip every time I complained.\n\n\"Mmm...do you hate girls like me?\" Suddenly, her voice grew sad and I can tell she's still worried about what had happened earlier. It wasn't her fault that every guy was surrounding her like a piece of meat, but it still made me angry thinking about how they undressed her with their eyes.\n\nEven back then, she was mine.\n\nIt wasn't something I questioned. Just like she never had to question that I was hers.\n\nThat's just how it was and how it'd always be.\n\n\"Hey! You never answered!\" Sophia gently hit the back of my shoulder \"What kind of girl do you like?\"\n\n\"Hmm...\" I paused with a silly smile \"I guess I like shorter hair\"\n\nActually, it didn't matter to me. She'd look just as beautiful bald in my eyes.\n\n\"Hmph.\" Sophia turned and pouted \"Well, so do I.\"\n\nI know she didn't care either.\n\nBut the next day, we both got haircuts.\n\n\"Just a coincidence?\" I ask her skeptically as she tied her hair in a tiny ponytail.\n\n\"Just a coincidence.\" She agrees as I absent-mindedly tug at my short buzz cut.\n\nAs I was telling the story, Sophia's hand was slowly falling out of mine. No matter how tightly I held her hand, there was no strength left.\n\nHer eyes were closed and they would never open.\n\nShe was gone.\n\n\"Sophia?\" I whisper \"It really wasn't a coincidence.\"\n\nNothing about you and me was a coincidence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey stranger.\" Sophia's familiar face, that beautiful face that haunted my every dream and memory, finally appeared. \"I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.\"\n\nShe sighed softly and shook her head slightly. \"I wanted to tell you...a million times. Everyday, I wanted to tell you. That day I got diagnosed, all I could think of was how I could tell you.\"\n\nShe paused and for a second, her chin trembles. Her bangs covering her eyes so I can't possibly see them. But she takes a second to breathe in and looks up with a smile. \"I guess I wanted to be selfish in the end. I'm sorry about that. But, I wanted to be with you. Every day, I wanted to be with you. I knew...that the treatment had such little chance of working and I'd never get to see you and I was so scared and...\"\n\nTears fill her eyes and I can tell she's widening them as much as possible so not a single tear falls. Before it can possibly fall, she places both her fingers on her cheeks and smiles widely. \"Please, forgive me? I want you to remember me like this. Healthy and always, loving you.\"\n\nThe tape ended and I looked through the box. There were only one piece of notebook paper.\n\nWas it her handwriting? Or was it someone else?\n\nAll it said was a hospital and a room number." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back to your special hideaway" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had to listen to her last request.\n\nMy eyelids were so heavy that it felt as though they were glued shut, I was surrounded by darkness that I could see and feel with every inch of my being. But oddly enough, I wasn't scared.\n\n\"Really, you came here?\" A gentle voice wrapped around me and I felt a familiar happiness that I hadn't felt in the longest time. The sweetest scent of cinnamon mint entered my mouth and a pair of the softest lips brushed against mine. So soft at first that I can barely feel it, but she leans in closer and already I'm melting into a happiness that had long disappeared one terrible night long ago.\n\n\"I…don't want to wake up if it's a dream.\" Mumbling, my eyes feel a lot less heavy but I'm too scared to open them. Too many times I've talked with Sophia and open my eyes to see an open space. \"If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up.\"\n\n\"Hmmm….\" I can hear a teasing smile in her voice, that soft and gentle voice that ran circles in my head every day since she left \"how can I prove to you this isn't a dream then?\"\n\n\"Stay with me.\" Immediately, the words I could never say before finally fall from my lips. \"Don't ever leave me again.\"\n\nSilence. Then I felt her warmth spread through my arm as she gently nestled her head against my shoulder, leaning her body close to mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I clung to her like a drowning man would cling to the only piece of ship; I clung to her like she was the only existence in this darkness, which to me was the truth.\n\nTrailing my fingers against her soft cheek, that tiny slope on the back of her neck, I felt as though I was falling. I was falling and I didn't, no…I couldn't stop. If I stopped, if I let her go…at that moment it felt as though some part of me must have known. Known that this was going to be the last dream, the last kiss, the last time Sophia would ever be able to fulfill my only wish.\n\nThe tips of her fingers slowly tracing words on the back of my neck, at first I jumped before slowly closing my eyes. Even though this isn't real…the cool darkness is feeling less lonely, less unbearably lonely by the second.\n\n\"I…love you…\" Her fingers slowly traced the words over and over again, but it didn't take long for the words to fill my back as though the words had taken on an entirely new life of their own. Warm…it was so warm… A sigh danced lightly upon my lips before I quickly swallowed it back, savoring what little warmth that carelessly lingered by.\n\n\"Bye...\" Before I can open my eyes, I feel a pair of lips that had long lost any semblance of warmth press so gently against my back that when I opened my eyes and softly pressed the tips of my fingers to the exact spot her lips had touched, it was already gone. The air had already stolen it away, a kiss that never existed to begin with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey stranger.\" Sophia's familiar face, that beautiful face that haunted my every dream and memory, finally appeared. \"I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.\"\n\nShe sighed softly and shook her head slightly. \"I wanted to tell you...a million times. Everyday, I wanted to tell you. That day I got diagnosed, all I could think of was how I could tell you.\"\n\nShe paused and for a second, her chin trembles. Her bangs covering her eyes so I can't possibly see them. But she takes a second to breathe in and looks up with a smile. \"I guess I wanted to be selfish in the end. I'm sorry about that. But, I wanted to be with you. Every day, I wanted to be with you. I knew...that the treatment had such little chance of working and I'd never get to see you and I was so scared and...\"\n\nTears fill her eyes and I can tell she's widening them as much as possible so not a single tear falls. Before it can possibly fall, she places both her fingers on her cheeks and smiles widely. \"Please, forgive me? I want you to remember me like this. Healthy and always, loving you.\"\n\nThe tape ended and I looked through the box. There were only one piece of notebook paper.\n\nWas it her handwriting? Or was it someone else?\n\nAll it said was a hospital and a room number." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This tape isn't real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I close my eyes and hear that odd static noise I've noticed before and tried to ignore.\n\n\"You don't want this to be the end?\" A soft and silky voice asks. It's not Sophia's voice, but it sounds oddly familiar. Like a younger version that had both her and me mixed in.\n\n\"I don't, of course I don't.\" Opening my eyes, I see the carbon copy of Sophia as a young child. The only difference was her eyes were clear. This child wasn't Sophia.\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\nShe smiled happily, hugging a familiar teddy bear. \"You can't recognize your own child? What kind of a daddy do I have?\"\n\nThe surroundings are different and for some reason, I feel older. My bones are creaky and when I reach up to touch my chin, I feel a grizzled beard.\n\n\"What...is going on?\" My head is swirrling and at this point, she could have told me that I was dead and I would have believed her.\n\nInstead, the little child replied \"You can change the past daddy. If you're willing to lose this future.\"\n\nHer arms were so tightly wrapped around her tiny body, but her voice didn't waver.\n\nAs though she already knew my answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You'll change it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't have everything.\"\n\nThe little girl was melting away, her smile still firmly in place. The ground shakes and all of a sudden, I wake in a beautiful open space. It was as close to heaven as I could picture it, minus the floating angels and clouds.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" I shout to the sky, but there is no response. Instead, I can only see two lakes ahead of me. One had a sign labeled \"Save Sophia\" and the other had a sign labeled \"Save your child.\"\n\nIt was a trade.\n\nI had to trade one for the other.\n\n\"You...\" I'm not even sure who I'm speaking to at this moment \"can't possibly be serious?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have to save your child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hitting the ground with a thud, I can hear my phone vibrate. Emily was with Sophia at her last moments and it turned out there was a baby. \"She's premature and hanging on by a thread, but a beautiful baby...\"\n\n\"Girl.\"\n\n\"...Did Sophia tell you she was pregnant?\"\n\n\"It doesn't matter.\" I stand up and start running towards the car. \"I've got to see her.\"\n\nIt was months before they let me take her home. Sara was hanging on by a thread for days, but she was strong like her mother. Her body was so small, everyone thought she wasn't going to make it.\n\nBut, I always knew better.\n\n\"Hey there.\" Gently rocking her back and forth, I felt Sara softly nuzzle against my neck. \"You don't like sleeping alone?\"\n\nShe gurgles appreciatively and I hold her closely.\n\n\"It's okay, I'm here.\"\n\nAs I close my eyes, I smell the familiar scent of cinnamon mint. Just a hint in the wind.\n\nAs though maybe, Sophia was here too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't have everything.\"\n\nThe little girl was melting away, her smile still firmly in place. The ground shakes and all of a sudden, I wake in a beautiful open space. It was as close to heaven as I could picture it, minus the floating angels and clouds.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" I shout to the sky, but there is no response. Instead, I can only see two lakes ahead of me. One had a sign labeled \"Save Sophia\" and the other had a sign labeled \"Save your child.\"\n\nIt was a trade.\n\nI had to trade one for the other.\n\n\"You...\" I'm not even sure who I'm speaking to at this moment \"can't possibly be serious?\"" } ]

[ "Fantasy", "Zombie" ]

[ 716, 338, 227, 131, 40, 22, 23, 32 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: grimdark fantasy\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Fantasy, Zombie\nUse this as a starting point: Take control of Dagden, a small Orc child taken from his family and taken prisoner in Reaper Castle under the control of the Grand Necromancer, before making friends with his daughter Blaise and choosing how to make your mark in the world.\nThis is my spin-off to Mazkil, except better, longer and with more things you like and less things you don't like, whatever they may be. Somehow, I've appealed to everyone! I'd like to thank the OKish Mizal for beta-reading and helping me sort through the earlier version of this storygame and make it somewhat readable, she was a fantastic help. Please rate, comment and tell me if you find any bugs. Thanks, and enjoy!\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand in front of a large hut, watching as your two older brothers, Gruzub and Mazkil, fight with large wooden clubs, battering each other until they're bleeding profusely. Your oldest brother, Bagig, appears in the doorway of the hut.\n\n\"Dag!\" he shouts, \"Come on! We have an appointment with Lurkhim Deathforge.\"\n\nBagig stands at 6'4 and towers over you. His green skin ripples with muscles that make his black tattoos of wolves and bears ripple as his sharp teeth curve into a grin. Despite being a fearsome monster that would make most men run in terror, he's the kindest of your brothers and probably one of the nicest Orcs in the village. You nod, and eagerly rush over to follow him as he begins walking towards the center of the village.\n\n\"Now, promise me you won't tell Mama what we're doing. I can imagine her shrieking. 'Oh, Bagig! What were you thinking, giving a sword and dagger to an eight year old!' She'd howl louder than a dragon that's lost its tail!\"\n\nYou giggle, smiling at your brother.\n\n\"Still, you're an Orc, for fuck's sake! What does she expect you to do? We were born to spill blood.\"\n\nEventually, you come across the stone forge. Rows of iron swords, axes and maces are stacked there. Lurkhim appears behind the forge, working on a large war axe. She's heavily scarred from years of battle and forging accidents, her face being so scarred you can barely tell if she's angry or cheerful.\n\n\"Hello! Look who it is, it's Dagden Youngblood! You're getting so big, aren't you? Big enough for a sword, hmmm?\"\n\n\"Yes, Lurkhim.\"\n\n\"Damn right you are. I had a sword twice my height at your age. Ran it through a neighboring boy who tried to take my apples, I recall. Ah, the days of youth.\"\n\nShe leads you over to the weapons rack, and picks out a tiny dagger.\n\n\"There. Try it out. It should be well balanced for someone of your height.\"\n\nYou look at the blade, filled with disappointment, and Lurkhim bursts into laughter.\n\n\"Ha! I'd be ashamed to give that to a baby!\" she says, grabbing a much larger sword from a rack.\n\n\"Here. Stain it red, Dagden. May your life be long and your enemies' short.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take a few practice swings" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take a few swings of your blade. It takes some effort and strength to properly swing the heavy blade, but it does work quite well.\n\n\"Hey! Watch it, you little shit!\" Bagig growls, as you realize you've sliced open his knee.\n\n\"Oops.\"\n\n\"He's already drawn blood. A promising start,\" Lurkhim grins.\n\n\"We're not called Red Blades for nothing,\" Bagig says, rubbing dirt into the cut.\n\n\"Sheath your blade, Dag, you're not in a battle yet, despite how much you may hope,\" she says, handing over a tiny leather belt that looks custom made for you.\n\nYou put the belt on and quickly sheath the weapon.\n\n\"Now, shall we get you a dagger? A dagger for Dag? Fitting.\"\n\nYou nod eagerly, as she takes you over to a row of knives. You look through them.\n\n\"Go ahead. Pick your favorite. You can tell a lot about an Orc from the dagger he picks. Whether it's gilded or plain, big or small, large or short...\"\n\nYou quickly eye your favorite.\n\n\"That one.\"\n\nLurkhim laughs, picking it up. It's a deadly sharp knife made of bone, simple yet elegant.\n\n\"Ha! I like your choice! So many boys your age pick the biggest or the shiniest. You know what you want, Dagden.\"\n\nYou smile, as she hands you the knife.\n\n\"Keep it in your boot, so you always have it. An Orc should never be caught without a blade handy. Do you know what kind of knife that is, Dagden? What kind of bone is it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dragon" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dragon?\"\n\n\"Ha! A clever one, aren't you? He knows what he wants, Bagig, and what it's made of. Damn right it's dragon. A fierce, fiery red Dragon, slain by your grandfather Chieftain Torag. Alright, then. I have a damn many axes that need to be forged. Go now, Dagden, and make sure that knife tastes a lot of blood in its life.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Lurkhim.\"\n\n\"Of course,\" Lurkhim smiles.\n\n\"Come on, Dag, let's go home,\" Bagig says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk out of the forge, your new sword swinging at your side and you bone dagger tucked away in your boot.\n\n\"Now, if Mama asks, I was taking you to practice milking goats.\"\n\n\"Yes, Bagig,\" you nod.\n\nYou walk along home, the same time Dendar arrives.\n\n\"Bagig! Are we still taking the twins out hunting?\"\n\n\"Damn right we are!\" Bagig laughs, leaning into you. \"Do you think I could get Gruzub and Mazkil to eat deer droppings?\"\n\nYou giggle and nod eagerly as Dendar bursts into laughter.\n\n\"Damn right we're getting them to eat deer droppings.\"\n\nBagig pats you on the head, before leaving to grab his bow and head off to hunt. You watch as they leave, quickly breaking into a jog which the twins struggle to keep up with. You quickly rush inside and hide your sword under your bed, though you keep the dagger hidden in your boot.\n\n\"Dag! We're going to the woods to go gather eggs and fruit!\" You hear Oragga, one of your friends, yell from outside your house.\n\nYou smile, and eagerly run outside to see her. It'll be a fun day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Six Months Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dag!\" you hear Dendar yell, and you rush up from the goat fields towards the Chieftain's Hut.\n\n\"I'm here!\" you yell, shouting as loud as you can.\n\nYou rush up and reach the Chieftain's Hut. You see Dag waiting there, his bow on his back.\n\n\"Dag! We're going hunting!\"\n\n\"Hunting?\" you say, shock, excitement and exhilaration all hitting you at once. \"Really? I can't wait!\"\n\n\"Now, you're only nine, but I think you deserve to go. The twins weren't allowed to go until they reached double digits, but they're idiots.\"\n\nYou laugh, and rush off to your room. You grab your warmest, toughest boots and put them on, sliding your knife in the boots. You grab your sword and sheath and put it on, finally grabbing the brand new Oak Bow that you've been practicing with every day you've had it. You sling it over you shoulder, as well as your arrow sheath, and rush out to meet Dendar.\n\n\"Hey! Where are you going without saying goodbye?\" Mama yells.\n\nYou stop, pausing to turn around and rush off. Papa and Mama sit in front of a roaring fire. Mama knits as Papa polishes his blade, as usual. You give Papa and Mama a kiss each.\n\n\"I love you both.\"\n\n\"I love you too,\" Mama replies, sweet as always.\n\n\"I'll love you if you bring me home a boar,\" Papa says, which causes Mama to gently stab him with a knitting needle. \"Hell, we don't need to say it every thirty seconds for fuck's sake. My Papa told me he loved me when I was born, when he died, and the day I bit out the throat of Lark Ramshead for calling Mama a whore. I still knew he loved me 'till the end. I love you Dagden, you know that.\n\nYou nod, and rush off with Dagden. Time to hunt. You have a feeling you'll catch a hell of a lotta food." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next night..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were wrong. You sit by a dwindling campfire, looking out into the darkness.\n\n\"Well, this wasn't a great journey,\" you say softly.\n\n\"It was fucking miserable,\" Bagig replies, holding up your catches; three crows, a rodent and a young deer that had just taken its first steps when you shot it.\n\nYou hear the cracking of small branches nearby.\n\n\"Bagig...!\"\n\n\"I know,\" Bagig whispers. \"Deer, probably.\"\n\nYou slowly grab your bow, not wanting to startle the prey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay still and let Bagig kill the prey" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stay very, very still, waiting patiently for Bagig to strike. Bagig motions at you.\n\n\"It's your kill, Dag. I've killed enough deer. You need to get blood on your hands.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" you say, eagerly raising your bow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go over to kill the prey" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You creep over towards the noise. You move through the trees, until you face a massive wall of leaves. You push the leaves aside, and move forward. You stop as you knock into something suddenly. You raise your hand, touching the a massive furry wall.\n\n\"What...\" you begin to wonder, before getting smashed across the woods by a clawed paw.\n\nYou fly through the air, landing on the cold earth. You quickly stand, despite the fact that blood is dripping from your face and you have several broken ribs, only to be faced with the snarling face of a massive bear. You scream as it roars, and immediately begin scampering backwards.\n\n\"Dagden!\" Bagig roars, and you can hear him rushing towards you.\n\nThe bear's warm breath is on you face as it growls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fire your bow" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You fire your bow, hitting the creature in the shoulder. It roars and quickly bats you away, sending you up against a tree trunk and slamming your head against it. You yell in pain as the massive creature lets out a powerful, terrifying roar. You see Bagig sprint over with a sword drawn and quickly attack the bear, slashing its body open with several powerful swings. The Bear stands on two legs, slamming against Bagig. Bagig is flung against a tree trunk like you were, except with more force. Bagig screams as his back is smashed and grabs his sword in an effort to protect himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You help Bagig" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You charge over, and leap onto the bear as you draw your knife. You stab it several times through its side, and it turns and quickly goes forward to bite you. Its mouth goes around your side, biting deeply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scream" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let out a pitiful scream as the massive creature bites into you. You take your knife and stab it repeatedly through the eye with all the force you have left. You force your dagger deeper and deeper into the bear as it roars, releasing you. You push the dagger further in, straight to the brain. The bear lets out a final roar, before collapsing on the ground. You groan, all the strength going from your legs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Collapse" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie on the ground, groaning as blood flows from your broken body.\n\n\"Fuck me, Dag! You killed a bear! Dagden Bearbane! A fitting title!\" Bagig says, standing.\n\nHe stands up, before laughing. He doubles over in pain as he laughs, before smiling again.\n\n\"Well, I feel like hammered shit. You?\"\n\n\"Yeah, same,\" you say.\n\n\"Come on,\" he says, picking you up from the ground and dragging you over to the campfire.\n\nHe lies you across a log, patting you on the head.\n\n\"A nine year old kills a bear. Who'd have thought it? Papa and Mama will be so impressed with you. I'm sure that Oragga girl will be impressed.\" Bagig winks.\n\nYou use the last remaining once of your strength to throw a rock at him.\n\n\"I don't like her like that!\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Bagig chuckles. \"You need rest. You can sleep once you've eaten some bear meat and I've bandaged your wounds.\"\n\nOver the next hour, Bagig puts strips of bear meat on the fire, bandages himself and you up, and pours alcohol in your wounds, a procedure you'd rather not have done.\n\n\"It prevents infection,\" Bagig chides.\n\n\"I'd rather have the infection than have done that!\" you moan.\n\nBagig chuckles, taking a spit off the fire and tossing it to you.\n\n\"Go, eat.\"\n\nYou eat eagerly, finishing off every last bit of delicious meat.\n\n\"Now you're a true Orc, Dagden Bearsbane,\" Bagig smiles proudly.\n\n\"Is my name really going to be Dagden Bearsbane?\"\n\n\"Damn right. A lot better than Gruzub and Mazkil Boarsbane,\" Bagig laughs. \"Once I've told Papa, as Chieftain he will decide whether your feat has earned the nickname, which I'm sure he will.\"\n\n\"Cool.\"\n\n\"Go to bed now. Sleep. You'll be healed enough by the morning for us to be able to head home. You did well, Dag. I'm proud of you.\"\n\nYou nod, before closing your eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You embrace Sleep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You fall into a sleep. Your dreams are soft and pleasant. You imagine carrying the bear carcass over your shoulder and throwing it in the village square to the applause of your friends and family. Eventually, your blissful sleep is broken by a cold object poking you.\n\nYou open your eyes, to be faced with dead, soulless eyes.\n\n\"AH!\" you scream.\n\nIt's the middle of the night, but thanks to the dying embers of the fire, you can make out some of the scene that's unfolding in front of you. A cloaked figure stands above you, a sword clutched in its hands. Its rotting skin is peeling away to reveal a pinkish flesh that the rot has already set into. You almost cry out in fear when you realize that its a an undead monster. It seems to be a zombie, although you've no idea. You've never had undead this far, and the sight of one is terrifying. You see Bagig awaken out of the corner of your eye, with a similar cloaked undead monster above him. Bagig roars, grabbing his bow as the zombie above you stab downwards, at your heart. You roll to the side, the sword impaling through the ground next to you, the cold blade slicing through your clothes and just scratching you to draw a thin stream of blood. The zombie stares at you and growls.\n\n\"NO! My brother didn't deserve to be killed by a cursed corpse-fucker!\" Bagig roars, firing his bow.\n\nThe arrow flies through the air and through the rotting head of the zombie, killing it instantly. The zombie falls to the ground, its body thumping against the ground. The other zombie quickly thrusts its sword downwards, straight through Bagig's heart. Tears begin to well in your eyes as you see Bagig gasp, before falling still. The zombie stands, heading towards you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You play dead" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie there, struggling to stay silent. The zombie pokes you with its sword a few times, before picking up your sword and bow and tossing it in the fire. It growls, and two more zombies approach. One lifts Bagig up, while the other places its rotting hands around you and lifts you up. It carries you forward, and you see a massive wooden cart, stacked with corpses, mostly human and orc. You struggle not to scream in terror, as you're tossed into the cart. Your small body sinks between two freshly-killed corpses, and Bagig is thrown on top of you. You squirm slightly, moving your head to breath, and struggle not to cry as you see your brother's face, now permanently twisted in pain, his eyes now cold and soulless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Wait" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie among the corpses for what seems like an eternity. The smell is the worst thing you've ever smelled, but the knowledge that it's dead bodies moving against you is terrifying. Still, you know that the idea of the undead monsters yanking you from the pile and tearing you apart is even scarier, so you stay silent.\n\nYou have no idea how long you spend in the cart. How many hours? Hell, it could be over a day by now. Eventually, the cart stops. You hear growls outside, before a shout.\n\n\"How many?\" a young man's voice cries.\n\n\"Twenty-seven. Thirteen Orcs, thirteen Men, one Dwarf.\"\n\n\"A dwarf? I wonder what that small little bastard was doing in that region. Ah, who cares. Prepare them.\"\n\nYou hear zombies yank corpses from the cart. One of them pulls Bagig off you and you close your eyes and go limp. The zombie yanks you forward, and quite gently lays you on the ground. You open your eyes slightly, to see you're being laid out in rows. You're in the courtyard of what appears to be a massive castle made from black stone. You're surrounded by undead monsters, with one exception: A human, wearing hooded black robes, holding a steel sword. His face is paler than bone, and his angular facial features tells you there's probably some High Elf lineage in him. His black hair is slicked back undead his hood, and he eagerly looks at the corpses like a warrior among battle. An undead knight who had been leading the pack rides forward, looking at the man.\n\n\"Are you raising them, or is the Grand Necromancer?\"\n\nThe Grand Necromancer. Papa's told you about him. A cowardly mage who uses raises the dead to fight for him. You know he has some lesser Necromancers, which probably included the robed man.\n\n\"No, I shall raise them today.\"\n\nThe Necromancer turns and raises his hands.\n\n\"Rise, Minions! The Grim Reaper shall not take you today! Shrug off the eternal sleep and wake!\" he laughs.\n\nHis eyes turn black as his pupils consume his irises and corneas. A faint blackness appears to flow from his fingertips outwards, enrapturing the corpses. The corpses begin to shudder as the black, magical energy floods into them. Then, the dead begin to rise. Slowly, the corpses begin to stand, their eyes still as soulless as before. The Necromancer pauses, spotting you. You attempt to stand slowly, like the newly created zombies, but stumble and fall flat again.\n\n\"Ah, someone from the land of the living is here! Hello!\"\n\nCold hands grab you, and you are yanked up. You crane your neck to see Bagig, holding you in his rotting hands. No, Bagig is dead. Bagig was loving, friendly, funny and kind. This... abomination, has black, soulless eyes. You draw your blade and sink it into the side of his head. Bagig's corpse releases you, and falls to the ground. Bagig has always loved you. His body deserves to rest.\n\n\"Ah, a fighter!\" the Necromancer laughs.\n\nRotting hands grab you, and the knife is ripped from your hands. You see several Orcs, seemingly alive, approach.\n\n\"What's the issue, Trant?\" one of them growls.\n\n\"My title is Necromancer Trant, servant of the Grand Necromancer. I will not be addressed as simply \"Trant\" by some lowly mercenary!\"\n\n\"Don't make me ask again, Trant!\"\n\n\"There's a survivor.\"\n\nThe Orc, apparently the leader of a band of mercenaries, looks at you, and you get a good luck at him. He's quite a fair bit taller than Bagig was, although his body is covered with scars. Several scars run across his face, including one that's taken out his eye, leaving a disgusting hole in his face.\n\n\"He's just a boy. I doubt he's been on his first hunt yet.\"\n\n\"Well, he should be dead,\" Necromancer Trant says angrily.\n\n\"I ain't killing him...\"\n\nYou breath a sigh of relief.\n\n\"... for normal pay. Five times if you want me to kill a kid.\"\n\n\"Fine. I'll pay out of pocket. I don't want to... bother the Grand Necromancer with this.\"\n\n\"Ha! Hiding something from the Master of Death? Alright then, it's your head,\" the Mercenary Leader says.\n\nYou're dropped by the undead, and the Mercenary Leader quickly kicks you in the chest, knocking you backwards. You fall on the ground, and he grabs your arms. You watch with terror as a chopping block is brought out. One of the Orcs binds your hands with ropes, tightening them behind your back. You're shoved to your knees, and the chopping block is dropped in front of you. Your neck is forced to the chopping block. A bucket is shoved in front of you, no doubt for your head to fall into. The Mercenary Leader is handed a massive battleaxe.\n\n\"Don't worry, kid. I'll make it quick. I'm good with an axe. I've filled that bucket many a time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You beg for mercy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin to cry, which turns to sobs.\n\n\"Please! I don't want to die! Let me go, I won't say a word!\"\n\nThe Orc sighs.\n\n\"Sorry, kid. Let's get this over with.\"\n\nThe Orc swings the blade with such speed you don't even feel it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Death" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eternal Sleep\n\nYour life force is taken from you as you enter the endless sleep of death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie among the corpses for what seems like an eternity. The smell is the worst thing you've ever smelled, but the knowledge that it's dead bodies moving against you is terrifying. Still, you know that the idea of the undead monsters yanking you from the pile and tearing you apart is even scarier, so you stay silent.\n\nYou have no idea how long you spend in the cart. How many hours? Hell, it could be over a day by now. Eventually, the cart stops. You hear growls outside, before a shout.\n\n\"How many?\" a young man's voice cries.\n\n\"Twenty-seven. Thirteen Orcs, thirteen Men, one Dwarf.\"\n\n\"A dwarf? I wonder what that small little bastard was doing in that region. Ah, who cares. Prepare them.\"\n\nYou hear zombies yank corpses from the cart. One of them pulls Bagig off you and you close your eyes and go limp. The zombie yanks you forward, and quite gently lays you on the ground. You open your eyes slightly, to see you're being laid out in rows. You're in the courtyard of what appears to be a massive castle made from black stone. You're surrounded by undead monsters, with one exception: A human, wearing hooded black robes, holding a steel sword. His face is paler than bone, and his angular facial features tells you there's probably some High Elf lineage in him. His black hair is slicked back undead his hood, and he eagerly looks at the corpses like a warrior among battle. An undead knight who had been leading the pack rides forward, looking at the man.\n\n\"Are you raising them, or is the Grand Necromancer?\"\n\nThe Grand Necromancer. Papa's told you about him. A cowardly mage who uses raises the dead to fight for him. You know he has some lesser Necromancers, which probably included the robed man.\n\n\"No, I shall raise them today.\"\n\nThe Necromancer turns and raises his hands.\n\n\"Rise, Minions! The Grim Reaper shall not take you today! Shrug off the eternal sleep and wake!\" he laughs.\n\nHis eyes turn black as his pupils consume his irises and corneas. A faint blackness appears to flow from his fingertips outwards, enrapturing the corpses. The corpses begin to shudder as the black, magical energy floods into them. Then, the dead begin to rise. Slowly, the corpses begin to stand, their eyes still as soulless as before. The Necromancer pauses, spotting you. You attempt to stand slowly, like the newly created zombies, but stumble and fall flat again.\n\n\"Ah, someone from the land of the living is here! Hello!\"\n\nCold hands grab you, and you are yanked up. You crane your neck to see Bagig, holding you in his rotting hands. No, Bagig is dead. Bagig was loving, friendly, funny and kind. This... abomination, has black, soulless eyes. You draw your blade and sink it into the side of his head. Bagig's corpse releases you, and falls to the ground. Bagig has always loved you. His body deserves to rest.\n\n\"Ah, a fighter!\" the Necromancer laughs.\n\nRotting hands grab you, and the knife is ripped from your hands. You see several Orcs, seemingly alive, approach.\n\n\"What's the issue, Trant?\" one of them growls.\n\n\"My title is Necromancer Trant, servant of the Grand Necromancer. I will not be addressed as simply \"Trant\" by some lowly mercenary!\"\n\n\"Don't make me ask again, Trant!\"\n\n\"There's a survivor.\"\n\nThe Orc, apparently the leader of a band of mercenaries, looks at you, and you get a good luck at him. He's quite a fair bit taller than Bagig was, although his body is covered with scars. Several scars run across his face, including one that's taken out his eye, leaving a disgusting hole in his face.\n\n\"He's just a boy. I doubt he's been on his first hunt yet.\"\n\n\"Well, he should be dead,\" Necromancer Trant says angrily.\n\n\"I ain't killing him...\"\n\nYou breath a sigh of relief.\n\n\"... for normal pay. Five times if you want me to kill a kid.\"\n\n\"Fine. I'll pay out of pocket. I don't want to... bother the Grand Necromancer with this.\"\n\n\"Ha! Hiding something from the Master of Death? Alright then, it's your head,\" the Mercenary Leader says.\n\nYou're dropped by the undead, and the Mercenary Leader quickly kicks you in the chest, knocking you backwards. You fall on the ground, and he grabs your arms. You watch with terror as a chopping block is brought out. One of the Orcs binds your hands with ropes, tightening them behind your back. You're shoved to your knees, and the chopping block is dropped in front of you. Your neck is forced to the chopping block. A bucket is shoved in front of you, no doubt for your head to fall into. The Mercenary Leader is handed a massive battleaxe.\n\n\"Don't worry, kid. I'll make it quick. I'm good with an axe. I've filled that bucket many a time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You curse the Mercenary Leader out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It'll be filled just like your mother was filled hundreds of times, you fucking scum!\" you shout, struggling to think of every bad word you've been taught.\n\nThankfully, many, many, many hours spent listening to Papa, Bagig, Mazkil, Gruzub and even sometimes Mama swear has given you a lot of material.\n\n\"You're the product of a whore!\" you yell.\n\n\"Ha! This one's got balls!\" the Mercenary Leader laughs.\n\n\"Unlike you, you unloved, honor less eunuch! The fires of hell take you! I hope Demons rape your soul and... and... your mother's a whore, who...\"\n\n\"Aw, he ran out of insults. Alright, kid. Let's get this over with.\"\n\nThe Orc raises his blade.\n\n\"STOP!\" a young, shrill voice cries.\n\nThe Orc pauses, turning to look.\n\n\"Ah, fuck,\" he sighs.\n\nYou turn to see two humans approaching. The one in the lead is a tall, pale figure wearing hooded black robes with silver trim with short black hair. His face is gaunt and his eyes are sunken into his face, giving him the appearance of a skull. He is followed by a small girl, who looks to be only your age, wearing a dark red dress with flowing blond hair. She's considerably less pale than the man, and has bright green eyes. She looks worried at the sight of the execution, and she very well might've just saved your life.\n\n\"What the fuck is this?\" the tall man asks angrily.\n\n\"Nothing, Grand Necromancer.\"\n\n\"Nothing? This doesn't look like nothing, Balok the Honorless!\"\n\n\"It's an execution, sir. Nothing out of the ordinary.\"\n\nThe Grand Necromancer grabs you, yanking you up.\n\n\"How old would you say this kid is?\" he asks.\n\n\"I don't know, sir.\"\n\n\"Blaise, why did you scream?\" the Grand Necromancer asks.\n\n\"Because you only kill bad people, and he's too young to be bad,\" the girl says, looking worried.\n\n\"Are you paid to kill kids, Balok?\" the Grand Necromancer asks.\n\n\"Yes, sir. Well, not kids specifically, but my job is to kill whoever...\"\n\nThe Grand Necromancer, despite being quite short, swings his fist, punching the Mercenary Leader.\n\n\"If you pull this shit again, I'll torture you to death, and then do it again!\" the Grand Necromancer says.\n\n\"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,\" the Orc apologizes.\n\nThe Grand Necromancer looks at you, before looking at the girl.\n\n\"Cut the boy loose, have his wounds dressed and have him cleaned and clothed.\"\n\n\"Then what?\" the Orc asks.\n\n\"Have him brought to my quarters.\"\n\nThe Orc nods. The Necromancer looks at you.\n\n\"What's your name, boy?\"\n\n\"Dagden.\"\n\n\"It's alright, Dagden. I promise you won't be harmed. I have problems to deal with, Balok. Don't cause more of them.\"\n\nHe turns, and strolls off. The girl stays behind for a few seconds, staring at you. Finally, she turns and quickly follows the Grand Necromancer.\n\n\"Well, fuck me,\" Balok sighs, cutting you loose. \"Come on, you little prick. I gotta follow the \"Master of Death\"'s orders. And way to stand up for me, Trant. Fuck you, you fuckin' corpse-fucker.\"\n\nTrant smiles and gives Balok the finger. Balok swears and begins dragging you toward the building he came out from." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're thrown onto a bed in what appears to be a Medic's room. A small Orc enters, narrowing her eyes.\n\n\"You're the kid, are you? Made Balok look like a right moron, you did.\"\n\nShe sits down on a stool next to you. She begins to stitch your cuts on your chest from the bear closed. You wince, and she grabs a red vial from her leather bag.\n\n\"Here. Drink. Every last drop. Lick it clean if you must.\"\n\nYou open the cork, and drink. You swallow the sweet mixture. You assume it's some healing potion, because your pain lessens and strength courses through you. You feel much better now.\n\n\"So, where you from, boy?\" the Medic asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm a Red Blade.\"\n\n\"Ah! I was sweet on a Red Blade once. Ended up beating him half to death when he tried to have his way with me on a drunken night. Jakku Smallcock, he was. Or at least, that title is more fitting,\" she smiles.\n\nYou nod, and she quickly patches you up.\n\n\"No strenuous exercise, you don't want the stitching to tear. Alright, head off to the bathrooms now the hall. Balok said to have you washed.\"\n\nYou leave the Medic's Room and find yourself in a stone hallway. Down the hall you can see the, though there is a path left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go wash up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the bathrooms, and find a bath waiting for you. You touch the water. It's quite hot, to your surprise. Your baths have always been in the cold river, or sometimes if you're lucky been in a basin slowly pouring a bucket of hot water on yourself. This entire bath is hot. You remove your clothes, and lower yourself into the water. The heat envelops you, and you let out a sigh of relief.\n\n\"Ah... good,\" you say to yourself.\n\nYou begin to scrub your skin, rubbing away mud, dirt and blood. Layers of dirt that you had assumed were skin are wash off, and you're left cleaner than you've ever been in your entire existence. It's unnerving to be this green. The door opens, and your hands immediately move to cover your genitals. An undead Dwarf walks in, dropping clothes in front of you, before picking up your old clothes. The Dwarf has long, braided brown hair and a combed beard, although his skin is cracked and broken and peeling away to reveal flesh as some point. His teeth have almost all rotted, and a spear wound has destroyed much of his throat.\n\n\"Hello. I'm here to give you new clothes and take away your old,\" he rasps.\n\n\"You're not supposed to talk. The dead don't talk.\"\n\n\"Orcs aren't supposed to be clean.\"\n\n\"What are you?\"\n\n\"A Wight.\"\n\nYou nod, despite not having a clue what that entails. The Wight turns, and walks out the door. You stand and find come clean rags laid out to wipe yourself dry. When you're finished, you get dressed in the trousers, shirt, belt and polished boots. You look at your reflection in the water.\n\nYou look like a ponce.\n\n\"If Gruzub, Mazkil or Bagig saw me they'd...\" you pause, tears welling up in your eyes.\n\nYou grab the rags, and dry your eyes again, as the door is opened again. The Wight stands there.\n\n\"I'm to escort you to the Grand Necromancer.\"\n\nYou nod, and follow the Wight out of the bathroom, and follow him along the halls. You spot various Orc, Elf, Human and Dwarven Mercenaries, as well as countless undead. You shiver as you pass them. You're eventually led to a pair of double doors.\n\n\"Through there,\" the Wight says." } ]

[ "Puzzle", "Serious" ]

[ 471, 410, 237, 83, 16, 8, 12, 19 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: horror] [Tags: Puzzle, Serious] [Description: When a young family moves into the sleepy little town of Daphne, they find themselves in a virtual utopia. The small cottage they move into is lovely, but not so old that it has problems. The people are all friendly, a close knit town with a population of only 300. Both of the family's daughters begin to make friends in their new school and the husband and wife find themselves entranced with the romantic scenery.\nBut, if something is too good to be true, it probably is.\nDisclaimer:\nGraphic Violence\nDrug Reference\nSexual Reference\nSpecial Thanks:\nBerkaZerka & Aman\nFor their invaluable feedback and help in the making of this game.\nUpdate 1:\nFixed minor script issues\nUpdate 2:\nFixed minor spelling/grammar errors] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It seemed as if the countryside never ended. The longer the car drove along the old asphalt road, the more you began to wonder if your father was going to make you live like Laura Ingalls. The idea of moving to a small hick town was hardly your idea of 'a good childhood' as your mother put it. Rolling your eyes you crank up the volume on your ipod, drowning out the sound of yours father's old disco music playing in the car's CD player.\n\nFor some reason, your parents acted as if they didn't understand why you were upset about the move. You snorted in annoyance, realizing just how self absorbed they really were. They had yanked you out of the high school you had been planning to graduate from next year, away from all your friends, away from that boy you had just managed to get to notice you... everything!\n\nFuck my life, you think to yourself.\n\nYour little sister sits in her booster seat next to you, happily playing with her gameboy. She had cried when she had had to say goodbye to her friends, but she was only four. All she had to do was eat glue with some kid in her new kindergarten class and they would be BFFs. You, on the otherhand, had to start from scratch and in the middle of the fucking school year!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You bitch at your parents" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yanking one of the earbuds off your head, you lean to the side to get a view of your parents. Your father yawns and continues driving and your mother scowls out the window. It pisses you off. If they are going to be miserable, then why can't they be miserable at home?!\n\n\"Where are we moving again?\" You said, but what you meant was 'fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you!'\n\n\"Daphne.\"\n\n\"What, like the whore chick from Scooby Doo?\" You almost spit and your mom whirls around with a glare that nearly froze your blood.\n\n\"What's a whore?\" Your little sister inquires, not even looking up from her gameboy.\n\n\"Wren don't say that! It's a bad word!\" Your mom shrieks, making your ears ring.\n\n\"Ooooh, Lydia said a bad word, Lydia said a bad word!\" Wren sing songed.\n\n\"Shut up Wren!\"\n\n\"Lydia Eleanor Snow!\"\n\nOh joy, mommy dearest used your full name. Well shit, now you're in trouble." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Daphne" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There it is! Daphne!\" Your dad exclaims half heartedly.\n\n\"Yay, yay, Daphne!!!\" Wren bounces up and down in her car seat.\n\nFinally! You can't wait to stretch your legs as you crane your head in an attempt to see your new home. If there was a modern day Newberry like in Andy Griffith, Daphne was it. You kept waiting for Aunt Bee to waddle down the sidewalk. There were people walking along the sidewalk, going in and out of shops. At least there seemed to be an interesting in town area. But, it was no shopping mall.\n\nIf there were people your own age in this place, they were all in school. Everyone dressed as if it was still the 90's. On the plus side, you would look like Malibu Barbie compared to your class mates, but on the negative the guys probably didn't look much better. The town eventually ended into a suburban area, then continued down a gravel road.\n\nReally? A gravel road?\n\nThe sign said Flower Street. Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore... We're in hicktown." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pull into the driveway" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your dad pulls the SUV into the driveway of an old ranch styled house. It was painted a pale blue, but the paint was chipping down and the previous white paint showed through. It had a big screened in porch and a brick carport. The lawn was thick and green and beautiful dogwood trees grew freely around the house, blooming with their flowers.\n\nOk you had to admit, it looked like some movie star's country get away. It felt a little glamorous to look around at all the old georgian and ranch styled houses which dotted the road, never too close or far from each other. It was different from the cookie cutter house you had grew up in on a cul-de-sac.\n\nNext door was white washed fence, enclosing several fat horses. Upon seeing the furry creatures, Wren screamed in delight. Secretly, the little girl inside you squealed too. Even if they had pot-bellies, their long manes and gentle eyes were just like you had seen in books and movies. But, you had never seen a horse in person before.\n\nThe car door opened and Wren was running straight for the horses. As she climbed the fence and sat on the top rail, several of the animals came trotting towards her. They probably wanted an apple or something.\n\nYou walked up onto the porch and opened the screen door. It screeched in protest, begging for some WD40 on its rusty hinges. Well, there would be no sneaking out through there after bedtime. The porch was big with a swing hanging off to the side. Big bay windows were next to the glass door. Reaching for the nob, you are disappointed to find it locked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It seemed as if the countryside never ended. The longer the car drove along the old asphalt road, the more you began to wonder if your father was going to make you live like Laura Ingalls. The idea of moving to a small hick town was hardly your idea of 'a good childhood' as your mother put it. Rolling your eyes you crank up the volume on your ipod, drowning out the sound of yours father's old disco music playing in the car's CD player.\n\nFor some reason, your parents acted as if they didn't understand why you were upset about the move. You snorted in annoyance, realizing just how self absorbed they really were. They had yanked you out of the high school you had been planning to graduate from next year, away from all your friends, away from that boy you had just managed to get to notice you... everything!\n\nFuck my life, you think to yourself.\n\nYour little sister sits in her booster seat next to you, happily playing with her gameboy. She had cried when she had had to say goodbye to her friends, but she was only four. All she had to do was eat glue with some kid in her new kindergarten class and they would be BFFs. You, on the otherhand, had to start from scratch and in the middle of the fucking school year!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You bitch about it to your friends" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You whip out your cell phone and begin to furious tap away at the keypad. The letters just won't pop up fast enough and before long you are blowing up your friends phone with a flurry of ranting text messages. Your thumb almost starts to cramp, but you keep on pressing buttons furiously. After all, you have to send the last one before your friend replies and messes up your famous last words.\n\nOMG, I cannot believe this shit!\n\nWe are moving to bum fuck eqypt!\n\nAnd Chris had just started talking to me!\n\nWhere the hell is Daphne anyway?!!\n\nWe have been driving for like ever!\n\nAnd I haven't even seen another car\n\nMy dad won't turn off his disco shit and\n\nmom keeps looking out the window like a wiped puppy\n\nHow is school without me?\n\nIs fucking Mansleigh hitting on Chris with me gone?\n\nFucking bitch was always such a whore.\n\n~~<3Lydia<3~~\n\nYou hit send and wait impatiently for your friend, Ivy, to reply. Of course it takes awhile, her being in class and all. But, still you want to know what's going on now that you're gone. What's the saying? When the cats away, the mice will play?\n\nBeep!\n\nDamn girl... Your life sucks :(\n\nBut, hey maybe there will be hot boys\n\nat your new school? Those bumkin girls\n\nwon't have shit on you! You're way hot!\n\nLMAO Mansleigh? Where do you come up with that?\n\nBut, Ya! Ansleigh totally tried to hit on Chris at lunch\n\nBut, he was like \"oh shit\" the whole time.\n\nGotta go! Third period teach is a Biotch!\n\nIvy<3<3<3" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You flip your phone shut" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stupid Ansleigh, the two of you have been at each others throats since middle school! Everytime you got a new outfit, she would copy it! New hair cut? Oh snap, look who just got a new do herself? She was always one step behind, but told everyone that you copied her. What a stuck up bitch?! One time she had even started a rumor that you had had sex with Eric Noles! Freaking four eyes Eric Noles! The chess club president. The king of nerd! EW!\n\n\"Are we almost there, mom?\" You ask, pausing your ipod for a moment.\n\n\"Uhh, I think so. Maybe thirty minutes?\"\n\n\"That's what you said a hour ago!\"\n\n\"Oh just listen to Justin Bieber or whatever it is you kids listen to these days.\"\n\n\"Oh. My. God.\" Note to self, disown mother.\n\n\"Justin Bieber is so cute! I'm gonna marry him when I grow up!\" Wren exclaimed, grinning over at you.\n\n\"Ew, Wren! He'll be, like, forty!\"\n\nYour little sister just stuck her tongue out.\n\nPlease, please, please, please, please let this stupid town be close!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Daphne" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There it is! Daphne!\" Your dad exclaims half heartedly.\n\n\"Yay, yay, Daphne!!!\" Wren bounces up and down in her car seat.\n\nFinally! You can't wait to stretch your legs as you crane your head in an attempt to see your new home. If there was a modern day Newberry like in Andy Griffith, Daphne was it. You kept waiting for Aunt Bee to waddle down the sidewalk. There were people walking along the sidewalk, going in and out of shops. At least there seemed to be an interesting in town area. But, it was no shopping mall.\n\nIf there were people your own age in this place, they were all in school. Everyone dressed as if it was still the 90's. On the plus side, you would look like Malibu Barbie compared to your class mates, but on the negative the guys probably didn't look much better. The town eventually ended into a suburban area, then continued down a gravel road.\n\nReally? A gravel road?\n\nThe sign said Flower Street. Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore... We're in hicktown." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Serious", "Socially Important" ]

[ 152, 56, 28, 11, 6, 2, 1, 4 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: sci-fi.\nSet the scene with these themes: Serious.\n\n\nSix months after the effects of Homo Perfectus 5, and Meckard's legacy finally seems to have stopped causing damage. The Imperfects have allowed the Gorgon lab to research into the works of past villains, but in return, have been given proper oversight to ensure history does not repeat itself. However, there is one vital piece of project that is out in the open, whether she realizes it or not...\nOnly one character is playable this time, namely Eve although I have a new system, which I call the companion system, which means you command what your allies do during missions. In addition to the secret character that could join the team in Homo Perfectus 5 (who I will not name here in case someone might be reading this before readin Homo Perfectus 5), there are two new Imperfects that have joined the team, which barely makes up for Baryon's loss.\nAlso, as most people seem to prefer the power system of Homo Perfectus 1-3, I have brought that back.\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"...and the last thing he did before falling down dead was give me a quick nod\" Brute says and almost looks like he's daydreaming, as he sits on the 'indestructible couch' as we call it, mainly because it is a couch he can sit on without breaking it.\n\n\"The last thing he did was give his killer a nod? That's odd\" Freakshow asks him as he joins the conversation and sits down.\n\n\"Odd? What would you do? I beated Behemoth, and he respected me for it.\"\n\n\"Even though it resulted in his death?\"\n\n\"That's the whole point of it. If he had beaten me and then not killed me, I would have been fucking pissed!\"\n\n\"Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight\" Zach says and after a few second pause, he adds \"you would rather die in a fight than live after being defeated?\"\n\n\"Hell yeah! Getting killed by someone tough enough to kill me? That's why he nodded I'm telling ya.\"\n\n\"Well, I guess dying doing what you love most isn't such a bad way to go\" Freakshow says, clearly still trying to understand Brute's manner of thought.\n\n\"Well, what about you tentacleface? What's the toughest battle you've had?\"\n\n\"Well, Eve kicked my ass pretty good when I was working for Thorne.\"\n\n\"Got your ass kicked by a girl?\"\n\n\"A Homo Perfectus girl\" Freakshow adds.\n\n\"Hmpf. Fair enough. There's no point in asking you, little guy. We all know I'm the toughest fight you've ever had\" Brute says and looks at Zach.\n\n\"You? Please. Scratching my ass is more difficult than fighting you.\"\n\n\"Must be one itchy ass then.\"\n\n\"Or maybe you're just a lowsy fighter.\"\n\n\"Me a lowsy fighter? I'm the best friggin fighter there is!\"\n\n\"Mmm... especially when you break your jaw fighting a teenage boy.\"\n\n\"You tell'im Eve! Everyone having their strings pulled by Thorne became worse at fighting.\"\n\n\"That's true. The trained policemen were more inaccurate than an untrained shooter.\"\n\n\"That's because they actually had some fighting skill to loose. Brute has no skill. He just punches the bad guys until they stop moving.\"\n\n\"You wouldn't stand a chance against me while I'm still in control of my mind!\"\n\n\"You're in control of your mind? Huh. I always figured there were these little guys inside your head that pulled words out of hats and made you do whatever action the words formed. That would explain alot, wouldn't it?\"\n\n\"That's it little guy! Me and you, outside. Now!\" Brute says and stands up.\n\n\"Sit down Brute. You're not fighting him\" I say and Brute sits back down.\n\nHe then looks at me and asks \"what about you? What's the toughest fight you've gotten into?\"\n\n\"Good question. I've had several tough fights in my lifetime.\"\n\n\"Baryon? I mean, he's sort of a god, right?\"\n\n\"No. She...well...we defeated Baryon. It's probably Meckard. It's Meckard right? I mean, he knocked you out, didn't he? That's a fight you actually lost.\"\n\n\"No. Neither one of them is the toughest fight I've had. The toughest fight I've had was when I fought Adam.\"\n\n\"Adam? You fought Adam?\"\n\n\"Yes. Meckard had me convinced that project Eden was the right thing to do.\"\n\n\"Ah. So you were like Baryon? Being manipulated by the bad guy?\"\n\n\"Hmm...kind of, I guess.\"\n\n\"So the immortal guy and the god guy were not tougher than someone as powerful as you?\"\n\n\"Well, Adam had advantages, but the main difficult thing was that I didn't want to fight him. That's what made that fight so tough. Not because he was physically superior to all those other enemies.\"\n\n\"But it made it equally tough for him, didn't it?\"\n\n\"Yes. I suppose it did.\"\n\n\"Did the two of you ever stop caring about one another? I mean, you were raised together, but after becoming opponents in a fight I would have imagined you would...\"\n\n\"It's not just that we were raised together. Adam and I were created to detect each other in a unique way.\"\n\n\"Detect one another? How so?\"\n\n\"Well...you know how people have pheromones, which attracts one gender to the other? We are only attracted to each other's.\"\n\n\"That explains why you haven't tried to find another guy after his death.\"\n\n\"And that also explains how you could resist my charms\" Brute says and grins.\n\n\"Your ugly bald face goes along way in that retrospect I imagine.\"\n\nBrute looks at Zach, but says nothing. He then looks around and asks \"hey. Where's fish-face?\"\n\n\"Brute. How often have I talked to you about calling him 'fish-face'.\"\n\n\"Well. It's not my fault he has a name that's gibberish.\"\n\n\"Amphibian is not gibberish. It means 'lifeform that can breathe underwater', which is as fitting for him as Brute is for you.\"\n\n\"Well. Where is fish...Amphibian, I mean. Where is he? He's not on patrol, is he?\"\n\n\"No. The new guys are on patrol. Amphibian isn't sent on patrols.\"\n\n\"Why? Why doesn't he have to fight loosers like us?\"\n\n\"Did you just call yourself a looser?\"\n\n\"What? No...I meant...just tell me why he doesn't have to patrol?\"\n\n\"His mutation doesn't make him a very potent fighter. He wouldn't be able to take out a single armed man.\"\n\n\"He wouldn't? Then he's useless. What good does he do?\"\n\n\"Useless? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you could breathe underwater.\"\n\n\"Oh...right.\"\n\n\"But that is a good question. Where is Amphibian?\" Freakshow asks, but as on queue, Amphibian enters the room.\n\n\"Ah. We were just talking about you?\"\n\n\"Nothing bad I hope\" he says and approaches.\n\n\"Not at all. We were just wondering where you were.\"\n\n\"Swimming.\"\n\n\"Huh. And no one could figure that out?\" Zach says and smiles.\n\n\"Grove and Hyper are patrolling?\" Amphibian asks and turns towards me.\n\nI nod, and then say \"their first time.\"\n\n\"You trust Hyper with innocent lives?\"\n\n\"I trust Grove with innocent lives. Hyper is just there to protect him.\"\n\n\"Funny that a hero has a bodyguard. I mean, doesn't that take the whole 'hero' part away?\"\n\n\"Grove's father hired Hyper, not Grove.\"\n\n\"But still. He's a mercenery, right?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"With a superarmor that has tens of thousands of weapons attached to it, right?\"\n\n\"Overlooking your exagurration, yes.\"\n\n\"And no one has a problem with that?\"\n\n\"He was hired to protect Grove, and occasionally, that means helping us take down a threat. He's not the most dependable person, but at least he's useful.\"\n\n\"And if the bad guys offered more money for him to backstab us? Maybe even more money than Frederick can afford?\"\n\n\"Hyper's not stupid. He knows he can't take us all down. He wouldn't sign up for a suicide mission.\"\n\n\"But have you considered that maybe the guy with hundreds of guns on his body kills the criminals instead of just bringing the regular amount of justice upon them?\"\n\nFreakshow looks at me and says \"maybe you should check up on them. Both because it is Grove's first time on patrol, and also to make sure Hyper is in line.\"\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go check up on Grove and Hyper (pick up all the items/powers first)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I head out of the headquarters, and finding Grove and Hyper is not difficult, due to the very loud noises of machine guns firing. The others were right about Hyper's lethal combat style. I half didn't expect Grove to be able to command him. After all, Grove is rather young, and Hyper seems like the kind of guy who requires a great deal of respect towards someone to acknowledge him as someone who gives him orders.\n\nGrove is very young, in fact, he is the son of the current manager of the lab: Frederick Carlyle. Grove's name is Andrew Carlyle, and although the details about how his mutation occurred are unknown, how it works has been explained clearly to us. Instead of being the usual animal cells they're supposed to be, every single cell in Grove's body is a some sort of hybrid between animal cells and plant cells, making him a 'walking tree' as Zachary phrases it. Despite how little we know about what happened, we assume it has something to do with his father's work. Now, I wouldn't go as far as say he's a new Stephan Lite, causing mutations left and right, but there may have been an unfortunate accident of some sort.\n\nWe Imperfects have allowed the lab to continue their research into the works of our past villains, for as long as we are given oversight of the lab. To this end, I pay Frederick frequent visits, and he does not seem to be trying to commit genocide or something along those lines. I should still ask him the next time I see him what happened to his son, to make sure it's not something that could happen frequently.\n\nGrove is even younger than Zach, but he was very excited about joining the Imperfects...for some reason. I'm glad we have him on the team, but his father is not. I'm sure his father has no problem with his son saving people, but being a combination of plants and humans brings certain vulnerabilities, expecially to fire. It should be obvious that Grove is very flammable, and that, among other things worries Frederick. When he found out that his son was not going to leave the Imperfects on his command, Frederick hired Hyper. Hyper is an unknown mercenary, which Frederick gave an armor he created from the blueprints of Thorne's Hunter, which came into his possession when the lab confiscated everything at Makotek after Francis Mako was arrested.\n\nHyper refuses to reveal anything about his personal life, and as his contract with Frederick means he has to work with us, a rather publicly known association, he decided to take up a nickname and wear a helmet all times. That helmet better have some sort of air conditioning system, because I don't think he even takes it off at night. Except for sundays. Hyper made it his only condition that he would not work on sundays. Whether this is because he has a religious side or whether he simply wants a single day-off in the week, I do not know. Most likely the latter. It's not much use to get paid if there aren't any days when he can spend it. Working 24/7...well...24/6 is probably more accurate, is hard work for him I guess, but he must get very well paid. The main problem I have with him is that he is loyal only to his paycheck. He wouldn't hesitate to let people die if it means ensuring his objective is successful.\n\nI follow the sounds of machine guns until I find Hyper and Grove, amongst a group of dead thugs. Hyper immediately looks at me. He knows I don't approve of killing people. He approaches me and says \"shift over?\"\n\n\"You know, you don't have to kill them.\"\n\n\"They don't have to attack either.\"\n\nIt's useless talking to him about it, so I approach Grove.\n\n\"Did you handle yourself alright? This was your first time on the street.\"\n\n\"Yeah. I didn't do much, Hyper didn't let me. He took the bad guys down before they got close enough for me to pound.\"\n\nI look back at Hyper and say \"you know, he won't get experienced if you don't let him do anything on his own.\"\n\n\"I don't get paid to make him a good fighter. I get paid for keeping him alive.\"\n\n\"And being able to defend himself is a step backwards?\"\n\n\"...I'll think about it\" Hyper says.\n\nHyper has never been a bad guy. I guess the best way to describe him is to call him neutral. He wouldn't let an innocent die if it had no impact on his mission. All he does is find collateral damage acceptable. He also realizes that the Imperfects try to keep Grove alive as well, so assisting us benefits his mission to some extent. To this end, he can usually be used as an Imperfect.\n\n\"Who's on patrol next?\" Grove asks me.\n\n\"We don't have that system anymore. We decide amongst ourselves who is on patrol at each moment. No one is assigned to a specific time of day.\"\n\n\"What about you? Are you ever on patrols?\"\n\n\"No. Someone always has to be on patrol, but situations can arise that need a full team at any moment, and as the leader, I need to be part of the team sent.\"\n\n\"And how many do you take with you?\"\n\n\"Well, as I said, I always leave one person for the patrols, and since Hyper has to follow you, I would either have to take you both with me or leave both of you behind. The rest of the team...well...different situations call for different talents? I mean, each one of you suits different situations. Freakshow can shapeshift, Amphibian can breathe underwater and such.\"\n\nGrove nods. After a moment of silence, he asks \"I'll be at the headquarters and tell the others to have someone go on patrol.\"\n\n\"Brute should probably go next.\"\n\n\"Usually, Brute doesn't like it when people tell him to go on patrol.\"\n\n\"He just refuses to accept commands from anyone he doesn't respect enough.\"\n\n\"Who does he respect? Aren't you the only one he respects enough to take orders from?\"\n\n\"No. He finds Freakshow respectable as well. He'll listen to him.\"\n\n\"Well, where are you going?\"\n\n\"The Isolation. It's been too long since I had a conversation with some old friends.\"\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Isolation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Isolation is hidden underground just outside the city. Concealed as the side of a hill, to make sure no one finds out where it is. If someone found out and got in there, it could end in a catastrophe. Right now, there are only two prisoners here, Jonathan Skage and Baryon. Both of them are past allies. Skage was the manager of the lab before Frederick was, if you exclude the brief period Stephan Lite spent as the manager. After being turned into a mutant by Lite, Skage's mind became unstable, which lead to him accidentally killing his wife. As he held her in his arms, he promised her that Skage would defeat the Mutant, a second personality he imagined as he refused to accept that Jonathan Skage was himself his wife's killer. It didn't take long though for him to realize that his mutation was irreversable, as he intended to turn himself back to normal to defeat the Mutant without killing Skage. After all, his promise would be unfulfilled if Skage died along with the Mutant. Then they would both loose, and Skage had promised that the Mutant would not only loose, but loose to Jonathan Skage. He almost gave himself in after finding out he would always be the Mutant, but that's when he got a new idea, a new plan. He would mutate the rest of humanity, turning himself back human by changing the very definition of what human is. He created a mutagen from his own blood, and unleashed a prototype of it onto a small town called Leaftown. The mutagen was a failure, and overpowered the nervous systems of everyone it infected, causing the two-thousand people living in Leaftown to suffer a painful death. At this time Amphibian was working with Skage, as he wanted to make people stop calling him a monster, a freak. After a talk with Freakshow though, he was convinced that he should make people stop calling him a monster by proving that he is not a monster, and since then, he has been a valuable member of the Imperfects.\n\nBaryon was once an Imperfect, one of the first in fact. A powerful dynamo, human constructed entirely of dark-matter, Baryon's power is so great that he is often referred to as a god. By the literal definition, that is of course inaccurate, but the fact that he has this title shows how powerful he is. On the other hand, he also has a very defining weakness: light. It renders him harmless and exposure for too long can cause him to evaporate. He used to be the best candidate for a 'second in command',as he has both always been very intelligent and very rational. He was however 'birthed' from his 'glass-mother' over two years ago, so by a certain definition, he is very young, and can be reckless, in his own way. No one can doubt though that what he does is for the good of mankind, from one perspective or another. After the incident in Leaftown, we were trying to chase both Jonathan Skage and Stephan Lite, who had been creating mutant super-warrior and selling them to people in need of individuals to combat us. When we found him, Baryon informed Skage of Lite's location, because Skage would surely blame him for his wife's death. As Baryon had planned, Skage showed up, and I defeated him in combat, so Skage was placed in a cell in the basement of the Imperfects headquarters. Baryon however has always sought to understand people like Skage, so he had a talk to him, and although it is unclear what exactly they said, Skage convinced him that mutating the world was the right thing to do.\n\nBaryon released Skage and agreed to help him, forcing us to confront and stop our former friend. He didn't want to fight us any more than we wanted to fight him, but to him, we were the bad guys, and as any Imperfect, he could not let us proceed, just like we could not let him mutate humanity. In the end, we managed to stop his plans, and placed him in the vat he was grown in, here. This place used to be the facility beneath the Hunt mansion, but has been converted into the Isolation as to take advantage of the cell for Baryon. The generator powering this place is connected to every single power station in the country, as a blackout down here would allow Baryon to escape. I don't consider him to be evil, he tries to do good, but then again, by a definition, so does Skage. Because of this, I have kept them down here and talked with them on a regular basis, trying to determine whether they are still too dangerous to release, or if they could join the team.\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Jonathan Skage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I approach the cell block. All the cells are empty except for one, Skage's cell. He is sitting in the chair he has in there, not doing anything at all. We have given him books for entertainment, but it seems he is not reading them. He looks up and sees me approach.\n\n\"Eve? To what do I owe this pleasure?\"\n\n\"I imagine someone who spends the entire day doing nothing enjoys the occasional conversation.\"\n\n\"Nothing? An interesting word, isn't it? Inconsistant, like so many other words. You say I am doing nothing? That may be true, but at the same time, I am sitting, I am thinking, I am breathing, I am looking around, I am struggling to remove the small ounce of meat lodged between two of my teeth with my tongue, I making occasional movements while seated, changing my position to something more comfortable, scratching the surface of my skin. The list is endless.\"\n\n\"Is endless not also one of those inconsistant words?\"\n\n\"No. Endless means something with no end. If something is in any way limited, it is not endless. The word is however often used as exaguration, like I did. I must admit, it gives a sentence more charm than saying 'the list is large'.\"\n\n\"These are the kinds of things you're thinking about in here?\"\n\n\"No. Well, thoughts are more fluent than your DNA. They keep going from one thought to another. As such, these thoughts have occasionally arisen from time to time, but inconsistency in words has not been the prime focus.\"\n\n\"Then what has been your prime focus?\"\n\nHe looks into my eyes for the first time of the conversation before saying \"Kimberley.\"\n\n\"Your wife?\"\n\n\"Yes. She is the main focus of my thoughts.\"\n\n\"That's understandable. What do you think about, what you did to her.\"\n\n\"You mean what the Mutant did to her?\"\n\n\"If that makes you feel better. Yes.\"\n\n\"No. I try not to remember it. In fact, I don't even recall the actual act.\"\n\n\"Your mind suppressed it then?\"\n\n\"Hopefully. I am glad I am unable to remember the time when I...when the Mutant killed her.\"\n\n\"But are you not the Mutant? Which do you claim you are, Jonathan Skage or the Mutant.\"\n\n\"Both.\"\n\n\"At the same time?\"\n\n\"In a way.\"\n\n\"And were you both of them at the same time when she died?\"\n\n\"In a way.\"\n\n\"In what way?\"\n\n\"Mutant is not a personality that pushes through from time to time and causes mayhem, Mutant is...in my head.\"\n\n\"You...you are aware of the fact that he's in your head?\"\n\n\"Yes. Mutant is an idea, and that idea is a personality.\"\n\n\"The idea is a personality?\"\n\n\"I sound utterly crazy to you, don't I?\"\n\n\"Do you think you're crazy?\"\n\n\"I've started to ask myself that question recently. Sometimes, I convince myself that I'm not due to the fact that I asked the question myself.\"\n\n\"Let's continue talking about the Mutant, this idea that formed a personality.\"\n\n\"The idea didn't form the personality, the personality formed the idea.\"\n\n\"Is...so the Mutant was an actual personality before he was an idea?\"\n\n\"In a way. The shock of seeing myself transformed, it temporarily changed my way of thinking. That was the Mutant, and it was in this shock that Kimberley died. That's why he is to blame. Since then, I have grown more used to my form. That's when Jonathan Skage started to form, but not until after the Mutant personality formed the idea of the Mutant, and it is there the Mutant's personality still exists.\"\n\n\"That sounds utterly bizarre.\"\n\n\"Perhaps. As I said, I am still wondering whether I am crazy or not.\"\n\n\"And if you come to the conclusion that you're crazy? What then?\"\n\n\"I don't know. Then I'll be crazy. What do I know what a psychopath will do.\"\n\n\"Craziness can be fixed you know.\"\n\n\"But fixing it is in the hands of others, not in the hands of the psychopath. So what I would do remains unknown to me.\"\n\n\"And if you're not crazy?\"\n\n\"I will remain here. Will I not?\"\n\n\"What if you were not crazy and I released you.\"\n\n\"I would try to fulfill my promise.\"\n\n\"In the last six months, you have admitted to regret all the people you killed in your pursuit of this promise. Despite that, you would still walk the exact same path? Why?\"\n\n\"For my wife.\"\n\n\"She wouldn't want you to do this.\"\n\n\"So you say every time you talk to me.\"\n\n\"Am I wrong?\"\n\n\"Are you?\"\n\n\"You knew her better than I did. You tell me.\"\n\n\"Yes. I did know her better. And yet, you have assumed you know what she would think about my promise.\"\n\n\"Well, you tell me then. What would she think of your promise?\"\n\nSkage hesitates for a short while and then looks down into the floor. \"She would despise it. She would despise what I have become. She would despise the Mutant.\"\n\n\"The Mutant didn't kill all those people in Leaftown. You did! Jonathan Skage did.\"\n\n\"I did it to kill the Mutant.\"\n\n\"The Mutant was never alive!\"\n\nSkage looks back at me and says \"you are agitated. Perhaps we should continue this conversation later.\"\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Baryon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baryon has his own cell, on the bottom floor. The lights there are seering, and they cover the entire room except for the vat Baryon is in. I approach Baryon and see his green floating eyes looking at me.\n\n\"Hello Baryon.\"\n\n\"Eve.\"\n\n\"I wanted to talk.\"\n\n\"It's not like I've got something better to do.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry we couldn't provide any entertainment for you, but any alterations to the room...\"\n\n\"I know. You don't want to take risks. I would do the same if I were you.\"\n\n\"You don't hold any grudge against me?\"\n\n\"Do you hold a grudge against me?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"You fought against me because you believed that was right. I released Skage because I believed that was the right thing to do. Can we expect any more from one another.\"\n\n\"I was hoping you would be willing to learn.\"\n\n\"Learn? You say I did what I did because I had too much to learn? And why can't it be the other way around? Why can't it be you that needs to learn? You won the fight, but that doesn't make you the one that had the most righteous cause.\"\n\n\"Baryon. You freed a dangerous criminal...\"\n\n\"Who I was going to imprison after the whole thing was over with.\"\n\n\"After he had mutated the rest of the world?\"\n\n\"You want to have the same argument again? The same argument we've had times and times again? Perhaps we should end this conversation now.\"\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep talking to Baryon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Baryon. I want to help you.\"\n\n\"You seem to assume I need help.\"\n\n\"Alright then. It is clear one of us can learn a lot from the other. How about you teach me then?\"\n\n\"I already tried. There's nothing left to say.\"\n\n\"You're going to give up? I didn't give up on helping you. Show me the same courtesy.\"\n\n\"You don't have the same perspective I have.\"\n\n\"I thought you always tried to ignore your own personal opinions and do what is right for everyone as a whole.\"\n\n\"I do.\"\n\n\"And this time was different?\"\n\n\"Of course not.\"\n\n\"So mutating the rest of the world benefitted the society as a whole, and not just you?\"\n\n\"Yes. It would have given them a new perspective of altered humans like us, and if they had better understanding, then the mutants would feel more accepted, eliminating the occasional mutants that wreak havoc in anger because they are not understood.\"\n\n\"Or turning everyone into mutants that wreak havoc.\"\n\n\"If so, then that is not because they are not understood, as everyone would understand them. Then they would be the kind of people that wreak havoc anyway.\"\n\n\"And giving all those people superhuman abilities is a good thing then?\"\n\n\"The abilities are incidental. It is the appearance and what people think about those appearances that matters.\"\n\n\"But the abilities still follow, whether that is part of the plan or not?\"\n\n\"Yes. To everyone. Not just the specifically more angry individuals. Everyone grows by the exact same amount.\"\n\n\"So because of this, you're saying life won't change?\"\n\n\"It will change, but only temporarily, and then people will learn from that brief moment of change.\"\n\n\"And soon, every single barfight will tear down entire buildings?\"\n\n\"Why on earth...\"\n\n\"You said everyone returns to normal. Everyone goes back to the same routine, doing the same jobs living the same lives. The only difference is that they will look like Jonathan Skage, and have his abilities. His strength, his agility, his senses. You think this won't affect things as well.\"\n\n\"Not nearly as much as you claim it will. We're going in the same circles we always do. This is pointless\" he says, and it is clear he doesn't want to talk anymore.\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I leave the Isolation and head for the labs. Since they are researching Meckard's legacy, I feel obligated to go there from time to time to make sure we don't have another Stephan Lite on the way. The current manager of the lab is named Frederick Carlyle. As soon as I enter the lab, I see him, approaching me to greet me.\n\n\"Shade. Welcome\" he says with a smile on his face. He knows I have good reason for being suspicious of him, as so far, a lot of people in his poisition have brought catastrophe upon the city, so he always tries to be as friendly towards me as possible.\n\n\"Frederick.\"\n\n\"How is Andrew?\"\n\n\"He's fine. I thought he came to see you today?\"\n\n\"Oh, I'm sure he did.\"\n\n\"You...you forgot he paid you a visit?\" I ask, and then I see another Frederick Carlyle approach.\n\nHe looks at his other self, looks at me again and says \"ah, clearly, there are things I have yet to tell you about.\"\n\n\"Cloning?\"\n\n\"Yes. Only a few months ago, we perfected the cloning of the human body. I have several clones of myself here, so I can oversee every division of the lab with equal care.\"\n\n\"And they all behave just like you?\"\n\n\"Yes. We all have the same memories and the same minds, so our personalities are exactly the same.\"\n\n\"This doesn't have anything to do with your son's trandition to Grove...did it?\"\n\nOne of the Fredericks looks around and then notions me to follow him. Clearly, whatever he is about to say is not something he wants everyone to know. After entering an empty room with me, he says \"what happened to Andrew was a little more complicated than that. But yes, cloning was a part of it.\"\n\n\"How?\"\n\n\"My son...Andrew...he died.\"\n\n\"Died?\"\n\n\"Yes. Cloning wasn't perfected at that point, but we were close, and I knew we needed to test it on a human sooner or later, so I decided to clone him, before his brain deteriorated so he would retain his memories. What happened next I'm not sure. It should have worked correctly, but I suspect we didn't isolate the vat sufficiently. Something plant like was added into the mix. Whether a random splinter fell in or something along those lines or not, I do not know, but when his cells formed, they formed as hybrids of plant- and animal cells.\"\n\n\"I see.\"\n\n\"But, on the bright side, the fact that I did this hurried the advancement of cloning by at least four months. We would just be catching up now.\"\n\n\"If this happened just a few months ago, why is he like he is a teenager? Doesn't he have to start as a child from cloning?\"\n\n\"No. Not anymore. With the DNA, we can reconstruct the person in the same condition he was when the DNA was taken. Well, obviously wounds and such the person might have do not affect the DNA.\"\n\n\"But your son was dead when you cloned him. You don't need the subject to be alive?\"\n\n\"Oh no. Not at all. We only need DNA. People are paying us quite handsomely for cloning their dead relatives. We've even had a offers for cloning people that have been dead for over ten years.\"\n\n\"Dead for so long? Surely, nothing would be left but bones.\"\n\n\"Bones are all we need. Of course, the memories will be gone, but to meet this demand, we have designed a set of memories to install into people's minds if they don't have any memories to start with. Mainly all the basic knowledge a person needs. Walking, talking, some level of education.\"\n\n\"So...if...if I brought you a skeleton of someone who died nearly three years ago...you could bring him back?\"\n\n\"You want us to clone someone for you? Why, yes. We could.\"\n\nIf what he says is true, then I could bring Adam back. I wonder if this could be a bad idea, but if there's a chance to get Adam back, I have to take it.\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You dig him up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The setting looks like the beginning of just about every story about someone who brings back a loved one and creates a monster. Well, there are no lightnings, but other than that, exactly the same. Dark, quiet, raining. I even think I heard a wolf howl in the background. Of course, thinking how the surrounding will affect what my decision leads to is silly. Adam was the original Shade. It's because of him the Imperfects were formed. I'm not sure I would have become who I am today if it hadn't been for him. I don't know whether it is disrespectful or not to dig his bones up. Why would it be disrespectful. It's not like he's using his bones right now, and if I do this, then he actually will have bones he can use.\n\nI take only one bone. If Frederick only needs a sample from the DNA, then he won't need the entire skeleton. So I return to the lab with a single finger bone in my hands. I approach Frederick and say \"I've got it.\"\n\nHe looks at me and says \"and got what?\"\n\n\"You're not the same clone I talked to. Are you?\"\n\n\"No. It appears not.\"\n\nI show him the finger bone and say \"I want you to clone someone.\"\n\nFrederick takes the bone and says \"ah yes. I see. With the basic amount of memories then?\"\n\n\"Will he have the same personality without his memories?\"\n\n\"Well. Not the kind of personality that was taught, but anything in his nature should still be in his nature.\"\n\n\"Do it\" I say, and Frederick nods.\n\nAs he is walking away, he turns towards me and says \"oh, one more thing. The clone in cybernetics has something for you.\"\n\n\"He fixed the uplink to Googles?\"\n\n\"Perhaps. You should go find out.\"\n\nI nod and head over to cybernetics. There, I find the Frederick Carlyle clone and approach him.\n\n\"I was told you have something for me.\"\n\nThe clone turns around and looks at me.\n\n\"Ah. Yes. You asked us to fix your link to Googles's database?\"\n\n\"I did.\"\n\n\"Well, it is fixed\" he says and presents an earpiece to me. I grab the earpiece and examine it.\n\n\"So this one will work exactly like the previous one worked without giving me static shocks of electricity every now and then?\"\n\n\"Yes. Presumably. With that, you can contact Googles at any time and seek information from his database.\"\n\n\"Thank you\" I say and leave with the uplink.\n\nHEALTH: 100%" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baryon has his own cell, on the bottom floor. The lights there are seering, and they cover the entire room except for the vat Baryon is in. I approach Baryon and see his green floating eyes looking at me.\n\n\"Hello Baryon.\"\n\n\"Eve.\"\n\n\"I wanted to talk.\"\n\n\"It's not like I've got something better to do.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry we couldn't provide any entertainment for you, but any alterations to the room...\"\n\n\"I know. You don't want to take risks. I would do the same if I were you.\"\n\n\"You don't hold any grudge against me?\"\n\n\"Do you hold a grudge against me?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"You fought against me because you believed that was right. I released Skage because I believed that was the right thing to do. Can we expect any more from one another.\"\n\n\"I was hoping you would be willing to learn.\"\n\n\"Learn? You say I did what I did because I had too much to learn? And why can't it be the other way around? Why can't it be you that needs to learn? You won the fight, but that doesn't make you the one that had the most righteous cause.\"\n\n\"Baryon. You freed a dangerous criminal...\"\n\n\"Who I was going to imprison after the whole thing was over with.\"\n\n\"After he had mutated the rest of the world?\"\n\n\"You want to have the same argument again? The same argument we've had times and times again? Perhaps we should end this conversation now.\"\n\nHEALTH: 100%" } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Post-Apocalyptic", "Serious", "War" ]

[ 7297, 3812, 3109, 2309, 791, 329, 356, 845 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: sci-fi Themes: Post-Apocalyptic, Serious, War Details: If you see a bright light, duck and cover!\nAdditional notes:\nI should point out that this story can be very long assuming you're not dying. Years pass and your surroundings will most likely change. You may very well live a life time in the story if you're lucky. You will also experience a completely different adventure depending on how you escaped the initial nuclear strike. (Assuming you do survive it.)\nAs with any of my writings, the \"story\" comes before the \"game\". However, this story was written in a \"game like\" format. So while there isn't a complex inventory and all of that, you can technically \"win\" by getting one of the 4 special endings. (You'll know if you get one because you'll get an epilogue) Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Click.\n\n\"…well I still say a compromise can be achieved if we all just sat down and talked things out. I mean at the core, we aren't really so different. I mean we're human beings, for God's sake; we shouldn't be killing each other like animals! I mean...\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…are you worried about these uncertain times? Do you stay up at night thinking about the current fucked up situation the world is in? Wondering if some mad man is going to finally press the button, putting an end to it all? Do you think how you'll spend your final moment with your loved ones huddled around you and crying before you're all reduced to mere shadows? Scared that you can't do anything about it? You are? Well never fear! Ground Zero Survival is here! You'll find that the…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…situation has worsened; more troops were deployed today, but…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"...how about our President huh? If he was anymore reactionary, I'd think we were living in the country we're currently at war with! Am I right? What country are we at war with anyway? Anyone remember? Did we just spin the wheel again or what? You guys are a great audience! Hey did you hear…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…about peace? Oh gimme a fuckin' break! You think that pussy ass we are the world shit's gonna fly? You can't teach those fuckin' people nothing! You want my solution to the goddamn problem? BLOW IT ALL THE FUCK UP! We can clean up later and…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…pray in these dark times! We must place our faith in Jesus! For when Judgment Day comes he will save all of us that are the faithful, and God will punish the wicked! Oh it will be such a glorious time when…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…you act now you'll get ten percent off! We here at GZS also believe in quality and you'll find our shelters are designed with your family's safety in mind! We have worked hard to make sure our shelters will sustain you and your family years after the entire surface has been turned to ashes! After all don't…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…you think genocide is the answer? I can't believe you just advocated that on national TV! I suppose you think Hitler was right too huh? Its people like you that…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…are the best audience in the world! I tell ya, it's been great. You can catch my next show at…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"…the radioactive fuckin' wasteland that the whole goddamn Earth is going to become! You think any of this shit matters? All the fuckin' talk in the world ain't changing shit now! We're on the fast train to nukesville and I for one ain't gonna worry about it! Y'know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna quit this stupid ass job, and spend the rest of my savings on fuckin' hookers! Yeah that's right, I fuckin' said it and I don't care because when you think about it…\"\n\nClick.\n\n\"...isn't your family's survival worth it?\"\n\nThis advertisement has been paid for by Ground Zero Survival Inc." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zzzzzzzzzzzzz" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Monday 8:00 AM\n\nYou groggily wake up from the sofa like you always do, dreading to have to go to work at your pointless job. You haven't been sleeping well lately, you don't know what the hell the problem is, and all you know is you're going to be tired for work again. As you go through your routine of getting ready, the TV can be heard; as usual you left it on from the night before.\n\n\"…And peace talks broke down today, as several ambassadors engaged in a physical fight at the UN…Neo-Communist party gaining favor in Russia… more terrorist bombings in European Union cities…US troops won another victory in the Middle East…mysterious epidemic in China, several million dead…skirmishes on the Indian-Pakistan border…world wide tensions at an all time high…\"\n\nSame old doom and gloom on TV; you wonder why you even bother watching the news anymore. Still it does seem like things are getting worse, late at night when you're suffering from your usual insomnia, you've been catching infomercials attempting to sell bomb shelters, like something out of a 1950s propaganda film. It seems silly, but you do wonder if it's only a matter of time before someone presses the button.\n\nThen again you live out in the boonies, you've always thought that if the world ever did blow up; you'd doubt you'd even notice until you drove to work the next day and saw the ruins of the city. Speaking of which you better get going or you'll be late." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to work" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You turn off the TV and head to work, no point in worrying about things you can't do shit about. You have other real everyday problems to deal with.\n\nYou go about your mundane life, doing mundane tasks at your mundane job, talking to your mundane co-workers about mundane things. Not much changes.\n\nOne month later...\n\nMonday 8:00 AM\n\nYou groggily wake up from the sofa like you always do, dreading to have to go to work at your pointless job. You haven't been sleeping well lately, you don't know what the hell the problem is, and all you know is you're going to be tired for work again. As you go through your routine of getting ready, the TV can be heard; as usual you left it on from the night before.\n\n\"…Russian hardliners seized control of the government…Chinese epidemic has worsened; entire country is under quarantine…UK has withdrawn all association from the EU…Senate dissolved in US, martial law enacted…India declared open war on Pakistan…mass starvation in Africa… world wide depression…\n\nSame old doom and gloom on TV, a lot more serious now though. Those \"silly\" bomb shelter infomercials have increased; you've also been noticing an increase in survival type book titles whenever you browse the book stores now and the Emergency broadcasting system has been doing A LOT of tests lately. Something bad is going to happen and it's going to happen soon.\n\nYou go about your life which isn't quite so mundane, world politics is a constant topic at work, and many of your co-workers aren't even coming in to do their job. All the married ones are no doubt spending time with their families, in fact the work place really isn't a work place anymore so much as it is a \"socializing site\". A lot of them believe the world is coming to an end anyway, so they might as well have a good time. Attempting to go about your normal life isn't an option anymore; neither is buying a bomb shelter at this late stage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You indulge in the festivities" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You've never really been a party person, but if this is it, maybe you can have some fun before the end comes. There's plenty of food and liquids of all kinds at your place of work. The entire office is turned into party central. Nobody bothers going home; it's actually safer to stay inside the office building anyway since the National Guard is attempting to restore what little order there is in the city. Everyone makes sure to stay away from windows.\n\nEven though you attempt to enjoy yourself, you still have a nagging bit of \"concern\" for what lies ahead in the future and just can't quite loosen up completely; you're about the only one who still bothers to keep up on current events by watching TV and looking at the internet in between non-stop merrymaking. Eventually one of your co-workers Greg walks in on you watching the news by yourself. He's not exactly what you'd consider a friend, but he's an acquaintance you normally talked to when you actually did work.\n\n\"Jesus Christ man! There's a non-stop party going on and you're in here wasting time watching TV?\" Greg says holding a bottle of beer.\n\"I just want to see if the situation has improved…\"\n\"Are you kidding me? It ain't improving man! The world's going to hell in a hand basket, and the sooner you accept that fact the better! Why don't you go talk to Marina in accounting, didn't you always have a crush on her or something?\"\n\"Well yeah, but…\"\n\"But? But nothing man! There ain't no time left anymore! Hell I haven't seen you participate in ONE orgy since you've been here!\"\n\"I dunno, seems unsanitary, I don't want to catch something, and I don't want everyone to see me naked.\"\n\nGreg puts one of his hands on his face and shakes his head in disbelief of your answer. He then throws his beer bottle into the TV screen breaking them both.\n\n\"WAKE THE FUCK UP! This is fuckin' it man! There ain't nothing coming after this! We're all gonna die in a fiery nuclear explosion! You think it's really gonna matter if in the off chance that you do catch AIDS or some shit, you'll be alive long enough to die from it? And nobody gives a shit about how small your dick is…\"\n\"HEY! My dick isn't small! Its average length for someone of my height!\" you protest.\n\"Whatever man! Look what I'm trying to say is, everyone is just here to have a good time and grab some pleasure before the nukes start flying, and nobody's even caring about looks right now. Shit, that fat troll Phil must be getting more action now than he ever has in his entire life! You thought Phil was disgusting looking with his clothes on, he ain't any prettier with his clothes off, and yet he has banged Kate no less than ten times since we started this Armageddon party and you know how fucking fine she is!\"\n\"Really? Phil?\"\n\"I'm telling you man, you NEED to go talk to Marina and get you some of that before the bombs start dropping!\"\n\nGreg sees that you're still a little apprehensive about the idea.\n\n\"Fine then, or don't. It doesn't matter to me man. I'm going back to the party, I'm not gonna stand here wasting my time talking to you when I could be fucking Kate. I just hope I can get to her before Phil this time.\"\n\nGreg leaves you to ponder the situation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You party like its 1999 (Even though it really is not 1999)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Greg's right. This IS it! This is no time to be playing it safe! The world is going to end any day and damn it you're going to fucking LIVE life for the first time! You immediately get up and make your way to the main office area; it looks like you're just in time for another orgy. Greg is getting ready to stick it to Kate just like he said…that is until you smash the back of his head in with a stapler until he's bloody and unconscious…or dead. You're not sure and you don't really care anymore.\n\n\"You were right…man.\" You say breathing hard.\n\nYour actions cause people to stop in shock, then you grab Kate who's completely naked and worried about what you're going to do next.\n\n\"Come here you little fucking whore, you like being a fucking fuck slut? I'll treat you like one then!\" you utter viciously.\n\nYou proceed to bend Kate over the copy machine, pull her hair and fuck the hell out of her calling her every derogatory name in the book. The weird thing is she starts to like it. She even starts taunting you back saying you can't fuck worth a shit. This of course only makes you slap her around a bit more. You both are really getting into it.\n\nAfter watching this spontaneous act of S&M/Rape everyone goes back to doing what they were doing. From then on in, Kate hangs around you a lot more (Much to Phil's dismay) and you forget all about Marina, in fact you don't even see her in the whole time during this Armageddon party. You indulge in carnal delights like you never had before.\n\nUntil one day…\n\nMonday 8:00 AM\n\nYou groggily wake up from the floor; Kate's lying beside you asleep. There are sleeping naked bodies everywhere. Yesterday's orgy was a dozy, someone broke open a couple bags of coke they'd been saving and everyone had a snort. Can't say you liked it though, your head fucking hurts, you keep hearing a fucking ring…\n\n\"…BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE….\"\n\nThen you realize it's not in your head, it's an actual ring from another TV that was left on. There's a test pattern on it.\n\nThis is it.\n\nYou put your clothes back on and give Kate a quick kiss, which causes her to smile a little in her sleep. You wonder if you would've actually had a shot with her if things had been normal, oh well you guess you'll never know.\n\nYou quietly make your way through the room and head up to the top floor and onto the roof of the building. The city is deadly quiet. You don't hear a sound except the wind gently blowing. In all the revelry you've been indulging in, you forgot how much you liked the solitude and silence.\n\nThe loneliness is peaceful.\n\nYou look up in the sky, shielding your eyes from the sun shining down.\n\nYou see a bright light and then nothing at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You've never really been a party person, but if this is it, maybe you can have some fun before the end comes. There's plenty of food and liquids of all kinds at your place of work. The entire office is turned into party central. Nobody bothers going home; it's actually safer to stay inside the office building anyway since the National Guard is attempting to restore what little order there is in the city. Everyone makes sure to stay away from windows.\n\nEven though you attempt to enjoy yourself, you still have a nagging bit of \"concern\" for what lies ahead in the future and just can't quite loosen up completely; you're about the only one who still bothers to keep up on current events by watching TV and looking at the internet in between non-stop merrymaking. Eventually one of your co-workers Greg walks in on you watching the news by yourself. He's not exactly what you'd consider a friend, but he's an acquaintance you normally talked to when you actually did work.\n\n\"Jesus Christ man! There's a non-stop party going on and you're in here wasting time watching TV?\" Greg says holding a bottle of beer.\n\"I just want to see if the situation has improved…\"\n\"Are you kidding me? It ain't improving man! The world's going to hell in a hand basket, and the sooner you accept that fact the better! Why don't you go talk to Marina in accounting, didn't you always have a crush on her or something?\"\n\"Well yeah, but…\"\n\"But? But nothing man! There ain't no time left anymore! Hell I haven't seen you participate in ONE orgy since you've been here!\"\n\"I dunno, seems unsanitary, I don't want to catch something, and I don't want everyone to see me naked.\"\n\nGreg puts one of his hands on his face and shakes his head in disbelief of your answer. He then throws his beer bottle into the TV screen breaking them both.\n\n\"WAKE THE FUCK UP! This is fuckin' it man! There ain't nothing coming after this! We're all gonna die in a fiery nuclear explosion! You think it's really gonna matter if in the off chance that you do catch AIDS or some shit, you'll be alive long enough to die from it? And nobody gives a shit about how small your dick is…\"\n\"HEY! My dick isn't small! Its average length for someone of my height!\" you protest.\n\"Whatever man! Look what I'm trying to say is, everyone is just here to have a good time and grab some pleasure before the nukes start flying, and nobody's even caring about looks right now. Shit, that fat troll Phil must be getting more action now than he ever has in his entire life! You thought Phil was disgusting looking with his clothes on, he ain't any prettier with his clothes off, and yet he has banged Kate no less than ten times since we started this Armageddon party and you know how fucking fine she is!\"\n\"Really? Phil?\"\n\"I'm telling you man, you NEED to go talk to Marina and get you some of that before the bombs start dropping!\"\n\nGreg sees that you're still a little apprehensive about the idea.\n\n\"Fine then, or don't. It doesn't matter to me man. I'm going back to the party, I'm not gonna stand here wasting my time talking to you when I could be fucking Kate. I just hope I can get to her before Phil this time.\"\n\nGreg leaves you to ponder the situation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get another TV and watch the world die" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab another TV and sit quietly by yourself in a separate office, watching world events unfold and get worse before your eyes as your co-workers reenact something out of a porno movie. You block out the sounds of ecstasy and turn up the TV. You're starting to wonder if you shouldn't have just stayed home, or better yet bought that damn bomb shelter…\n\nJust then someone else comes in to disturb your solitude. It's Marina.\n\n\"Oh. I didn't know anyone was in here. I thought everyone was at the orgy.\" She says.\n\"So did I…um how come you aren't?\" you ask nervously.\n\"Eh not really my thing, how come you aren't?\"\n\"Same here.\"\n\"I see…so what are you doing to pass the time?\"\n\"Keeping up on events to see if things will change for the better.\"\n\"Ah an optimist eh?\"\n\"Not really, I think I just get a kick out of living in a fantasy world and delusions to make myself feel better…that and I have a morbid fascination of the utter chaos that's occurring throughout the world right now.\"\n\"Hmm, interesting approach to life…I've always noticed you seem to keep to yourself. You like solitude don't you?\"\n\"It's easier.\"\n\"Yet, you stayed here for the end.\"\n\"Yeah, and I'm really wishing I hadn't now, I can't mix with anyone here. Never could. Not even on the primal level that everyone seems to be favoring right now. I don't know why I thought things would change in the end…ah fuck it the world's gonna end and it's probably a good thing if our co-workers are an example of humanity. Still…I kind of wish I bought that bomb shelter…\"\n\"So you don't want to die?\"\n\"Of course not! I just don't really see how to avoid it at this point.\"\n\"Well, for starters you could come with me; I'm getting ready to leave the city. It seems like things have died down for the most part out there, hopefully nobody's vandalized or stolen either of our vehicles.\" Marina suggests.\n\"What? Leave? And go where? It's not like there's any place really safe to go at this late stage.\"\n\"Sure there is. Look, I'll level with you, since you seem to be the only one here that's different. I stayed around here to see if there was anyone who was worthy enough to be saved, and apart from you, it pretty much looks like I wasted my time.\"\n\"Save? What do you mean?\"\n\"Well despite the fact that you kept to yourself and never took any interest in any of the private lives of your co-workers doesn't we don't have them.\" Marina laughs. \"But like you I never really mixed with any of our co-workers either, however unlike you I do have a very active social life filled with people who are close like a family, people who live clean and have a strong sense of freedom…and who have been preparing for this day ever since the Commies started the first Cold War. You don't have to die and you don't have to be alone anymore. Come with me, you'll be accepted as long as you're willing to work hard and from what I know, you aren't averse to doing that.\"\n\nYou're not entirely sure of what Marina has in store for you, but it sounds better than staying here waiting to die. You agree to leave with her. You both make your way past the mass of naked bodies and head immediately to the parking structure. Unfortunately Marina's car is gone, it's been predictably stolen in the looting frenzy during the city exodus; however your old van is perfectly fine. It hasn't even been vandalized, of course the thing looks like it's already been vandalized which is probably why nobody bothered to steal it. You both get in the van and you drive while Marina tells you where you're going.\n\nWhile you're driving through the city, you keep expecting to be attacked by lawless hold outs still lingering in the city or open fired on by Nation Guardsman, but you suspect either they were ordered to pull out to reinforce a more important city or most of them abandoned their \"job\" long ago when they realized the futility of it. You make your way out of the city with no problems. Of course now you're just wondering if you're just going to get nuked at any second. You listen to the radio to keep up on events, which is more of the same that you were watching on TV. Eventually Marina turns it off and tells you not to worry about the old world anymore, a new one is going to be built.\n\nYour drive takes you far from the city, where ever Marina's leading you it's even further than where you live and you lived pretty way out. You drive through the night and into next morning; while Marina's asleep you turn the radio back on and keep it on low…\n\nMonday 8:00 AM\n\n\"…BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…\"\n\nThe radio suddenly stops broadcasting anything except a loud warning sound; it wakes up Marina before you can turn it off. Seeing her current surroundings, Marina hastily tells you to turn at a dirty road that's coming up, which then leads into a wooden gate. Looks like a compound of some sort, where a man is standing guard with an assault rifle. Marina gets out and talks to him a moment, to which he nods his head and opens the gate.\n\nAs soon as you drive in another woman comes running out of one of the many log cabin like structures in the compound. She immediately starts talking to Marina through the passenger window.\n\n\"Marina! Thank God you're here! We thought you were dead! Come on we gotta get down into the underground, its beginning!\"\n\nWasting no time Marina and you follow the woman into the cabin and down into a trap door in the floor. You find yourself in a wide tunnel with dim electrical lighting to what looks like a pretty elaborate underground complex. Marina and the woman are running ahead of you, but you can't help but stare in wonder of all this.\n\n\"Holy shit, they really were working on this since the Cold War…\" you say to yourself as you slow down to examine everything.\n\nThen it happens. You hear a loud noise above and you fall to the ground due to the tremors. Then all the lighting goes out. You attempt to get back up and try to feel the walls to get your bearings. You don't know where the hell you're going, but you can hear voices and shouting; some of it close and some of it far away. You have no idea where the hell you're at, let alone the layout of this place. Instead of getting yourself lost, you decide to just stay put until the lighting comes back on; surely they probably have an emergency generator that will kick in soon.\n\nThe lighting suddenly comes on and you're just in time to see Marina and a man dressed fatigues arrive on your position.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" Marina asks you.\n\"Yeah, I'm okay.\"\n\nNo sooner do you get out those words when the man in military fatigues begins giving you the hard stare.\n\n\"I've heard about you before from Marina, but don't think that hiding behind her skirt is gonna give you a fuckin' free pass in this place! You better prepared to pull your goddamn weight everyday! I catch you slipping and you're outta here!\"\n\"What the hell? I didn't say anything!\"\n\"And you better not say any fuckin' thing either if you don't wanna get on my bad side! The Colonel doesn't like slack offs in his compound and neither do I! So if you intend on staying here, you better get REAL used to the idea of getting your head outta your fuckin' ass and living like a real fuckin' person instead of the goddamn disgusting parasitic shit maggot you are!\"\n\nYou're about to reply to GI Jerk, but Marina stops you and insists on taking you to your room, leaving Harry to his own devices.\n\n\"Alright Marina, what the hell was all that about, and who's full metal asshole back there?\"\n\"That was Harry, and don't pay any attention to him, he's just really gung ho and is second in command around here. The Colonel is the one who runs this place. He's actually a more even tempered man than Harry is.\"\n\nMarina and you arrive at a small room by itself at the end of one of the corridors.\n\n\"Well here's the room you'll be staying for now. Things might change mind you, but rest assured this is the safest place you could be right now. We've prepared for this day and will definitely survive the aftermath of what's to come, and now you will too.\"\n\nMarina leaves with a smile, but you don't really share her optimism, given the fact that Armageddon has just happened. That reality has only just now sunk in that the world is probably one big radioactive desert at this point.\n\nThen again, Marina might be right, this place is probably safer than most and its better than being dead. At least you hope it is. You lie down on the bed provided and fall asleep; surprisingly it's the best rest you've experienced before the bombs dropped.\n\nA few weeks pass and you get acquainted with the compound. You and most of the others are to remain underground while until some scouts in radiation suits determine if the radiation level is low enough. In the mean time you're forced to do extensive combat training like everyone else. Most of the people are okay with you, even though you're an outsider. Harry gives you a hard time though. Still, you're probably in the best shape of your life and you got to brush up on your aim. Sometimes you get to spend time with Marina, funny how you find it easier to talk to her now. One day you finally see the Colonel you've been hearing about, he gives a speech to all of you in the cafeteria.\n\n\"Well, I've been informed that the surface part of our compound only suffered minor damage and that the radiation level is fairly low all things considering…anyway we all knew this day would come, and we would be prepared for it, but we can't just sit on our asses hoping things will be alright! NO! We must take a proactive approach if we have to survive! As we speak, there are probably low lives scavenging the shell of the old world, we must secure as many abandoned resources as we can to ensure our future and some of you will be sent out into the world to do just that for the good of the compound. We're going to tame this new world and rebuild a new society! You have undergone rigorous training before hand, to ensure you will be able to survive the dangers. Now I'll be accepting volunteers first.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Volunteer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe you're high on your new found physique and adrenaline, but for whatever reason, something comes over you to volunteer. Indeed you've made everyone a little surprised by your actions especially since you're an outsider. The Colonel looks at you with interest.\n\n\"Hmm, you're the one I've heard about from Marina, didn't expect you to volunteer, she's always mentioned you're quiet loner type. Then again, you might be just what I need…alright you're coming with me. Harry, you start picking some of the others and form recon detachments. Everyone goes on assignment tomorrow.\"\n\nThe Colonel then takes you to his office, where he sits down and gets a bunch of papers from his desk.\n\n\"Okay, I'm sure during your short stay here, you probably think we're all a bunch of survivalist militia loonies, and to a certain extent, we probably are, however we aren't without a plan.\"\n\nThe Colonel shows you some blueprints to what looks to be a small military base.\n\n\"My friend Alex was stationed at this base. It's not exactly close by, but its closest military base around here.\"\n\"Didn't realize there were any military bases in the area.\"\n\"Most people don't, it was a top secret, and kept off the records so it wouldn't be targeted. There aren't even any roads leading to the place, you have travel by foot. Though I guess you could say it wasn't so much of a military base as it was a research facility. Obviously I know about it, because I had a friend stationed there who was feeding me information. He didn't exactly run the place, but he was attempting to work his way up to get special level clearance. Apparently GZS was working with the government on some high tech weaponry.\"\n\n\"The Ground Zero Survival Corporation. I'm sure you've heard of them, they were the ones hawking their Shelters like snake oil salesmen before doomsday.\"\n\"Oh yeah, I used to see their commercials on late at night, I thought about buying one of those.\"\n\"Well good thing you didn't, only an idiot would've bought one of those things. Look at this.\"\n\nThe Colonel now shows you a schematic of a GZS Shelter.\n\n\"Why? It certainly looks just as equipped as this compound and has a lot more conveniences.\" You remark.\n\"It would appear that way, but the fucking thing is a death trap. They engineered them so once you entered; you most likely couldn't get out of them. Supposedly the GZS computer is supposed to let you out when it deems that it's safe to do so. In fact the whole thing is controlled by the computer. A computer that could glitch and break down at anytime. Let a machine be in charge of your survival…yeah great idea. I dunno about you, but I'll take this compound any day. It might not look pretty, but I don't have to worry about getting trapped with no access to food or water. Not to mention I heard from Alex that they suffered cutback during the creation of most of those things meaning they cut a lot of damn corners, so they probably aren't as state of the art as they claimed. I'll bet those dumb bastards who are living in those things are regretting it as we speak.\"\n\nYou're not sure where he's going with all this so you interrupt.\n\n\"So, what does all this mean? Are we going to seek out these shelters and rescue the people inside?\"\n\"What?! HA HA! That's a good one!\" The Colonel laughs. \"Hell no son, as far as I'm concerned they've made their choice now they can live with it, we're not here to play white knight. We have to look out for ourselves, and part of that is making sure we're the best defended and from what I heard, whatever they were working on in that base, sounds like it would make things a lot easier in the defense department.\"\n\"Whoa, hold on, if this is a military base won't they just shoot me on sight if I go there I mean won't it be heavily guarded? I mean I know I went through some training, but I doubt to the degree that I can take on an entire military base!\"\n\"Alex was making friends with most of the lower personnel there, getting them to follow him as it were. Last I heard, he was pretty successful, so chances are, as long as I gave you some identifiers to take with you proving that you were following my orders, you wouldn't have any problems when you arrived, but obviously there IS a problem or I wouldn't be sending you at all.\"\n\"Of course…\" you say expecting this assignment to be even more complicated.\n\"I haven't heard anything from Alex for a month before the bombs dropped. I dunno what's happened to him.\"\n\"Is it possible they discovered he was leaking information and killed him?\"\n\"I suppose, but chances are that afterwards they would've found out about us and also sent the National Guard as well as GZS private security here to lay waste to this compound.\"\n\"Well the National Guard were busy trying to maintain order to the major cities at the time. I should know I was there when they were stationed in the one I was working at.\"\n\"True, but I still think they would've sent someone here, and GZS still would have. As I said they had enough money to pay for their own security force. Maybe not as well trained as military personnel, but fanatical enough to eliminate anyone that GZS thought was discovering secrets about them. That's why Alex always focused on solely making friends with the grunts and government officials. The GZS employees always seemed a bit more dedicated to their corporation.\"\n\"Okay, well is it possible that the base wasn't so secret and it got hit after all?\"\n\"Nope, mainly because I get the impression the background radiation level would be a hell of a lot higher, if that got nuked, so I'm pretty sure the place is intact, in fact I'm guessing its been abandoned. We recently figured out their frequency, we never used it before for obvious reasons, but now, why not? We're getting a signal, but no verbal answers from anyone. To sum up, I want you to go there to scout and explore as much as you can. Find out what the hell happened to Alex if possible, and let me know if that high tech weaponry is worth anything or just more bad engineering by GZS. Here. You'll probably need this security pass to enter, got it from Alex, last time he was here; I hope it's still valid. And here's my ring and a letter, if Alex IS still alive then those will prove that you're working for me. That's all I can do to help other than to give you a map to the place and what equipment you think you'll need.\"\n\nBefore you leave you have to ask.\n\n\"Okay why me?\"\n\"Why you? You volunteered son!\"\n\"I know, but for this particular job, surely you have others more qualified to tackle it.\"\n\"Eh…you MIGHT think that, but to be quite honest, no. I mean don't get me wrong I see all of these people here as family, but a lot of them are a bunch of weekend warriors who were playing survival. I'm sure in the years to come we're going to see who's a REAL soldier and who isn't. Not that it matters, I mean I'll find something for them to do, but you're different. You certainly aren't some commando, but there's definitely something about you that makes you seem a bit more…detached from everything else. Like you'll be willing to do what's necessary to survive without hesitation. While you may never have been in a situation like this one, I got a feeling you'll do just fine. Besides Marina's previous beaming remarks about you are good enough for me. Now go get some rest, you'll be leaving tomorrow.\"\n\nYou head back to your room and think about what the Colonel said. He might be right in a lot of ways, but you still wonder if he's sending you because as he said, \"All these people here are like family, but you're different.\" Maybe if you get killed it won't feel like such a loss. You don't think anymore about it, mainly because Marina enters your room to interrupt your thoughts.\n\n\"I hear you're leaving tomorrow, I just want to tell you how brave I think you are for doing this for all of us. I know we didn't get a lot of quality time with each other, but I wanted us to spend at least what could be the last time I see you together.\"\n\nMarina's ominous words that imply how much danger you're possibly getting yourself into might worry you more if she wasn't on top of you right now…\n\nThe next day you load up with what you think you might need, water, food, rifle, pistol, knife, Geiger counter, all the basic essentials. You get a bunch of goodbyes and good lucks. Harry merely sneers and mentions he expects you to get yourself killed twenty feet after you leave. The Colonel is a little more supportive and gives you a silent salute, but you like Marina's goodbye kiss best of all.\n\nAnd with that, you're on your way. It's actually amazing to see that the outside world doesn't look drastically different, you can only assume the bombs didn't hit near your area. When you're out of sight of the compound, you go back to thinking about this mission you volunteered for and wondering if you should go through with it. You do have the suitable equipment and skills to survive off the land after all.\n\nPerhaps it would be better to just go AWOL as it were…" } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Previously Featured", "Puzzle", "Serious" ]

[ 361, 250, 136, 36, 9, 7, 0, 4 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nsci-fi\n\nStory elements:\nPuzzle, Serious\n\nSeed text:\nThe final installment of the Homo Perfectus trilogy. Three years have passed since Adam first wore the Shade Mask and defeated Damage. He has now become a full fledged superhero within Gorgon City as Shade and has created a some kind of life with Eve there. But once again, a new threat emerges, this time in the form of the villain known only as the Grim Reaper, but his true identity remains hidden. Although this villain seems insignificant to begin with, Adam has no idea how he will become once he reaches the Apex of his power.\nOnce more, some items take on the form super powers in this game, and those can usually be identified as items that cannot be dropped. At the end, you unlock various different easter eggs about the makings of the Homo Perfectus trilogy, depending on how high your score is. Your score increases by doing things you don't have to do, but should, like saving people. Even if you're not interested in the easter eggs, you should still do those things to find stuff you need to get the best ending. I would also like to thank ugilick who pointed out a plot hole for me to fix, and for all of his help on the trilogy.\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've been acting as Shade for three years now, ever since I defeated Damage at the Kraftwerk power plant. The citizens view me as a some kind of superhero, and I've been doing the best I can to keep the streets as safe as I possibly can ever since." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Didn't play the other games. Tell you what happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am Adam. Me and Eve were created and genetically altered by my father, professor Henry Meckard to be the perfect human beings, or the Homo Perfectuses. He had always talked about how we would bring brightness to the world as the evil and corrupted Homo Sapiens would fall before us, but I was too young at the time to fully understand what he meant. The difference between the Homo Perfectuses and the Homo Sapiens, is the fact that a portion of our DNA is tangible, or bendable. This gives us the ability to manipulate our own DNA and change our genetic structure, making us stronger, faster, smarter, even warmer. We have to be careful with this power, as messing with the DNA can be dangerous, even lethal. Like Meckard said, the DNA is like a rubber band, it can be bent, but bend it too much and it breaks.\n\nAs we were practicing our powers, Eve had an accident, she almost bent her DNA too much, reaching the fourth level of five, five being death. This left me alone in the facility, at the same time that a stranger knocked on the front door. I didn't know what it could be, as I had never seen anything from the outside world, but my curiosity forced me to open the door. A nearly dehydrated man collapsed before me and Meckard took him away, but not until I took a book called the Bible from the man. I started reading the Bible, and five years later, I knew it like the back of my hand. But it raised a lot of questions. This started a kind of a rebellion within me that lead to me suspecting Meckard of lying. I tried to investigate further, and found out that he intended to kill off humanity with a virus he had developed, called Pandora's Box. Meckard found out that I ad been snooping around, and after I had grabbed a tape with research footage on Pandora's Box, I ran.\n\nAfter crossing the entire desert, I found myself in a dirt, gritty human city, called Gorgon city. There, I tried to find a way to view the tape I had stolen, but finding a VHS machine was extremely tough. I found an ally though, a human named Mark. He worked at an electronic store, and his knowledge of human technology was of great benefit to me. He helped me find a VHS, and we found out that Pandora's Box was active, but it wasn't airborne. It was however waterborne, and as I had left Meckard with limited options, he would try to go along with his plan despite the fact that his virus couldn't spread in the air. I found out that he intended to use Eve to dry up the ocean, causing an intense downpour on the entire earth that he would use to have his virus reach every human on the planet.\n\nI got there in time to stop Meckard, but he sent Eve do battle me. Realizing I had no other way to save humanity, I was forced to fight the person I was created to love. I couldn't kill her, so I froze her, using her vulnerability to cold, but exposing me to my vulnerability to heat as well. I was left burned, but I managed to drag myself to face Meckard. He explained to me that he was trying to kill of the human society and not just the humans, but that didn't change my motives. I injected him with the entire virus, hoping that it's large quantity would overpower his antivirus and kill him off once and for all. He did start to disintegrate, but in a surprise move, he lounged for the ocean to spread his infection. I managed to cut the infected water away from the rest of the ocean, and froze the infected water with Meckard in it, ending this struggle. I tried to carry Eve back to the city, but passed out on the way. I woke up in a hospital alongside Eve, and found out that Mark found us and drove us there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Played the second game and would like to keep going." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm standing on the top of a rooftop. It's night-time and Gorgon city sounds quiet. It always sounds quiet. Especially when it isn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stand there and do nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't do anything. The city is most likely at peace. Crime rate has been down for the last few months. The criminals are learning that they can't do anything against me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Watch TV." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sit down on the couch and turn the television on. I see a film I've never seen before. It seems to be about a some kind of futuristic assassins. It's an interesting film, but I only caught the end of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check E-mail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sit down in front of the computer to check on my e-mail. There are no new messages." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab something to eat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I open the fridge and see an apple in the lower shelf. I grab the apple and eat it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the balconies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I step out onto the balconies and stare up into the sky. The stars are so beautiful, they remind me of the city at this time. Complete darkness filled with shining light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the newspapers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grab the newspaper and start to read it. The headlines state that an oil company went broke. I remember when me...well, Shade was on the headlines every day. I suppose Gorgon city has become used to me now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You rest on the couch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's been a long tiring day. Better get some rest on the couch. It reminds me of when I was living with Mark. I slept on his couch. It was considerably comfortable, and changes in the climate aren't an issue for me. Having bendable DNA can be extremely handy in everyday situations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't do anything. The city is most likely at peace. Crime rate has been down for the last few months. The criminals are learning that they can't do anything against me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clean street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my vision and look around the city. I don't see anyone that needs my help, but the skyscrapers could be blocking something going on in the streets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time for heroism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my hearing and hear a mugger threatening a woman in an alley two blocks away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mugger holds the woman at gunpoint. I approach through an alley behind him.\n\n\"I said give me your purse! Are you deaf?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You make a pun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Compared to the noise you're making, I wouldn't be surprised.\"\n\nThe mugger swiftly turns around and aims his gun at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You beaten up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased strength, I punch the mugger in the face, immediately knocking him out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the victim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The victim makes a few deep breaths to calm down. That is understandable. What she went through is no doubt stressful.\n\n\"Are you okay? Are you hurt?\"\n\n\"I...no. I'm fine. Thank you.\"\n\nI nod and start to leave, but notice a strange tattoo on the mugger's chest. I take a closer look and see the trademark of the Ammunition. Strange, I thought Damage killed them all off at the power plant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Compared to the noise you're making, I wouldn't be surprised.\"\n\nThe mugger swiftly turns around and aims his gun at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Flurry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him several times with rapid speed to knock him out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the victim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The victim makes a few deep breaths to calm down. That is understandable. What she went through is no doubt stressful.\n\n\"Are you okay? Are you hurt?\"\n\n\"I...no. I'm fine. Thank you.\"\n\nI nod and start to leave, but notice a strange tattoo on the mugger's chest. I take a closer look and see the trademark of the Ammunition. Strange, I thought Damage killed them all off at the power plant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Compared to the noise you're making, I wouldn't be surprised.\"\n\nThe mugger swiftly turns around and aims his gun at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodging with ease." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased reflexes, I dodge his bullet. He should have known better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You beaten up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased strength, I punch the mugger in the face, immediately knocking him out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased reflexes, I dodge his bullet. He should have known better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Flurry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him several times with rapid speed to knock him out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mugger holds the woman at gunpoint. I approach through an alley behind him.\n\n\"I said give me your purse! Are you deaf?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You beaten up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased strength, I punch the mugger in the face, immediately knocking him out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mugger holds the woman at gunpoint. I approach through an alley behind him.\n\n\"I said give me your purse! Are you deaf?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Flurry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him several times with rapid speed to knock him out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my hearing and hear a mugger threatening a woman in an alley two blocks away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Eve isn't here. The restaurant she works at closes late and I suppose she's working extra hours. I barely have time for work anymore after I became Shade, so the income is mostly dependant on her. She should be home soon, but I've got some time until then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't do anything. The city is most likely at peace. Crime rate has been down for the last few months. The criminals are learning that they can't do anything against me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time for heroism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my hearing and hear a mugger threatening a woman in an alley two blocks away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm standing on the top of a rooftop. It's night-time and Gorgon city sounds quiet. It always sounds quiet. Especially when it isn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clean street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my vision and look around the city. I don't see anyone that needs my help, but the skyscrapers could be blocking something going on in the streets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm standing on the top of a rooftop. It's night-time and Gorgon city sounds quiet. It always sounds quiet. Especially when it isn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time for heroism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my hearing and hear a mugger threatening a woman in an alley two blocks away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am Adam. Me and Eve were created and genetically altered by my father, professor Henry Meckard to be the perfect human beings, or the Homo Perfectuses. He had always talked about how we would bring brightness to the world as the evil and corrupted Homo Sapiens would fall before us, but I was too young at the time to fully understand what he meant. The difference between the Homo Perfectuses and the Homo Sapiens, is the fact that a portion of our DNA is tangible, or bendable. This gives us the ability to manipulate our own DNA and change our genetic structure, making us stronger, faster, smarter, even warmer. We have to be careful with this power, as messing with the DNA can be dangerous, even lethal. Like Meckard said, the DNA is like a rubber band, it can be bent, but bend it too much and it breaks.\n\nAs we were practicing our powers, Eve had an accident, she almost bent her DNA too much, reaching the fourth level of five, five being death. This left me alone in the facility, at the same time that a stranger knocked on the front door. I didn't know what it could be, as I had never seen anything from the outside world, but my curiosity forced me to open the door. A nearly dehydrated man collapsed before me and Meckard took him away, but not until I took a book called the Bible from the man. I started reading the Bible, and five years later, I knew it like the back of my hand. But it raised a lot of questions. This started a kind of a rebellion within me that lead to me suspecting Meckard of lying. I tried to investigate further, and found out that he intended to kill off humanity with a virus he had developed, called Pandora's Box. Meckard found out that I ad been snooping around, and after I had grabbed a tape with research footage on Pandora's Box, I ran.\n\nAfter crossing the entire desert, I found myself in a dirt, gritty human city, called Gorgon city. There, I tried to find a way to view the tape I had stolen, but finding a VHS machine was extremely tough. I found an ally though, a human named Mark. He worked at an electronic store, and his knowledge of human technology was of great benefit to me. He helped me find a VHS, and we found out that Pandora's Box was active, but it wasn't airborne. It was however waterborne, and as I had left Meckard with limited options, he would try to go along with his plan despite the fact that his virus couldn't spread in the air. I found out that he intended to use Eve to dry up the ocean, causing an intense downpour on the entire earth that he would use to have his virus reach every human on the planet.\n\nI got there in time to stop Meckard, but he sent Eve do battle me. Realizing I had no other way to save humanity, I was forced to fight the person I was created to love. I couldn't kill her, so I froze her, using her vulnerability to cold, but exposing me to my vulnerability to heat as well. I was left burned, but I managed to drag myself to face Meckard. He explained to me that he was trying to kill of the human society and not just the humans, but that didn't change my motives. I injected him with the entire virus, hoping that it's large quantity would overpower his antivirus and kill him off once and for all. He did start to disintegrate, but in a surprise move, he lounged for the ocean to spread his infection. I managed to cut the infected water away from the rest of the ocean, and froze the infected water with Meckard in it, ending this struggle. I tried to carry Eve back to the city, but passed out on the way. I woke up in a hospital alongside Eve, and found out that Mark found us and drove us there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Didn't play the second game and would like to know what happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lived with Mark after that. I waited for four months for Eve to wake up, and while I waited, a guy named Carson found the frozen Pandora's Box and took it with him. He was the head of a criminal empire called the Ammunition, and he intended to turn Pandora's Box into a weapon. I obviously couldn't let him do that so I tried to find him, with no luck. No matter where I went, I found nothing but dead ends. His allies seemed very loyal to him. But while all this was going on, Eve woke up. She was obviously confused with her current settings, and I tried to keep her out of trouble.\n\nI later found out that Carson wasn't my only concern. After I met Eve again, I was ambushed by someone who seemed to be me. His skin wasn't burned, but I remembered how I looked like before the lighthouse and he was exactly like that, only two years older. He introduced himself as Damage and said he was the original version of me. Apparently, Meckard created him in an attempt to create me, but failed as human scientists have been reading DNA wrong and so his experiments were a failure. This resulted in Damage being able to manipulate the growth of his skeleton, instead of being like Meckard wanted, like me. Meckard had created an Eve like him as well, but as they weren't like he wanted them to be, they were discarded. He intended to find Meckard and kill him for killing the damaged Eve, who had died where he had survived. The two of us battled, but he knocked me out and left, thinking I was dead.\n\nWhen I woke up I returned to Mark's apartment, only to find Eve there waiting for me. She had seen something that caused her to agree with my actions when I froze her. Apparently, she doesn't think Homo Sapiens are a waste of air anymore. Being thrilled that she wanted to join my side, I tried to teach her to survive in a human city. When it was time for me to continue my search for Carson, she wanted to help and together, we found out that Carson's hideout was at the abandoned Kraftwerk power plant.\n\nWe went there and found everyone dead. Damage had joined up with Carson, but then betrayed him for some reason. Neither of us understood his motives at the time, but we were too worried about Pandora's Box to be thinking too much about Damage. Eve found Damage before I did in the chamber Pandora's Box was being kept, and he revealed to her that he didn't care about Meckard like he had told me, he wanted her. Damage's plan was to de-freeze Pandora's Box, kill off the Homo Sapiens with it and restart humanity with Homo Perfectuses. Eve declined, and he knocked her out. That's where I arrived in a final attempt to stop him, but he impaled my kneecap with a bone blade and thus I was defeated, or so we both thought. I realized that the bone blade was sharp enough to cut through bones, so it had to be sharp enough to cut through his armor. So when Damage made his final blow, I performed a surprise attack and stabbed him with his own weapon. I managed to drag my way to Eve, but I then passed out.\n\nI woke up to a familiar sight, the hospital I had woken up at after I defeated Meckard. Eve was standing there and she informed me that she had buried the power plant along with Pandora's Box, hoping it would contain it. I hope she's right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue on with Homo Perfectus 3." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm standing on the top of a rooftop. It's night-time and Gorgon city sounds quiet. It always sounds quiet. Especially when it isn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've been acting as Shade for three years now, ever since I defeated Damage at the Kraftwerk power plant. The citizens view me as a some kind of superhero, and I've been doing the best I can to keep the streets as safe as I possibly can ever since." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Played the other games and would like to keep going." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm standing on the top of a rooftop. It's night-time and Gorgon city sounds quiet. It always sounds quiet. Especially when it isn't." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Science Fiction", "War" ]

[ 272, 99, 60, 26, 8, 1, 0, 4 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: sci-fi\nTheme: Science Fiction, War\nDescription: Play as Achilles, the leader of the new Coalition of humans, aliens and machines, to combat a new threat: The Chykri. Attempt to keep the Coalition together and fight not only to win, but to survive.\nThis is a sequel to our previous game, Achilles. We hope you enjoy it. Please rate and comment. Unless you don't like it, in which case just grumble to yourself about how this one isn't as good as the first. Thanks.\nEDIT: Had to do some light work. Changed it so surrendering to Chykri grants alternative final chapter instead of sending back to start, checked grammar, changed a few more mistakes. Please message me or Steve if you find any bugs.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A surge of energy runs through SB-01776454934,\n\nThe surge runs through him again, as his eyes upon and he steps out of his sleeping pod.\n\nNow, he would begin his mission. Now, the Chykri would awaken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before you start, did you play the first game? (If not, you should go do that to catch up.)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alright, which ending did you get?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mankind's Conquest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You've picked Mankind' Conquest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Did you kill Cabana?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In this game, there's now a minor feature where random events can happen. Please choose one of the three options to see how lucky you are." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, let's get started then.\n\nThe COALITION variable refers to your relationship among the Old Coalition races such as Humanity, the Clones, the Remnants, Tarn, the Chosen, the Free Mundar Republic and other Alliance immigrants who joined the Old Coalition.\n\nThe ALLIANCE variable refers to your relationship with old Alliance races, such as the Creators, the Probiscans, the Brain Bugs, the United Mundar Dwellers, the Antimites and the Moogli.\n\nThe GARAVAN variable refers to your relationship with the Garavan Tribes, such as the Thar'Garavan, the Iron Scales and the Mal Flint.\n\nThe STRENGTH variable refers to the strength of the new Coalition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's been a year since the end of the Coalition-Alliance War. After their brutal defeat in the war, the Alliance has joined the Coalition along with many Garavan tribes, bringing peace. Of course, there's still tensions between the Alliance races, who are still referred to as the Alliance races despite the absolving of the Alliance, and the old Coalition races. The Alliance species have little power and much worse conditions than the Coalition races, who again have much worse conditions and less power compared with Man. Technology has improved considerably, mainly in the arms race that's arisen after the discovery of the Chykri, a massive military of several cybernetically enhanced and genetically altered alien races that's been mountain an invasion of Coalition territory.\n\nThe new Coalition is being led by the Grand Council, which has placed you as the General of all Coalition forces. It's your job to unite the new Coalition in a war to destroy the Chykri." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You learn about the Galaxy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What would you like to learn about?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the Grand Senate Chambers, and look around. The twelve Senators are there, quietly discussing something. Despite being one of the twelve most powerful and influential politicians, you still have an immense dislike of politicians. You prefer to be around soldiers, who are simpler, down to earth and ready to do whatever's worse. Still, the politicians are people you have to deal with. There's two Creators, a Probiscan, a Moogli, a Remnant, a Chosen, Tarn, a Brain Bug and a Garavan, as well as three humans including yourself. Well, technically, two and a half. The half, Cabana, walks up to you.\n\nCabana is the only case of interspecies breeding ever recorded, and is an interesting case. His mother was impregnated by an unknown alien parasite with surprisingly similar biology to humans, leading to Cabana's birth. Cabana's pale green skin is prone to cracking releasing waves of blood and mucus, he has no hair, he requires extensive medicine to survive and has many other medical issues. Still, the man's a loyal and trustworthy friend.\n\n\"Achilles! How are you? I'm lying, I don't care. You're late, sit down.\" Cabana says.\n\nYou take your place next to Cabana and Senator Chang, the other human, who's considerably better at politics and public speaking than you. Today's agenda is mainly about the Chykri. A negotiations team has been sent to discuss a peace negotiation with the Chykri. There were no survivors.\n\nSenator Kalt, a Probiscan Politician whose known for his extremely left wing views and as a hero of the Probiscans, takes his place at the podium. The other councilors universally switch their translators to Probiscan.\n\n\"Good evening, fellow Senators. I would like to thank you all for coming. We have multiple issues to be dealt with. The Scairtt need to be convinced to start giving troops and ships to the Coalition. We should send a diplomacy team. I propose we send Senator Cabana, Senator Achilles, Commander Delta-1, Grand Admiral Yarcel and Lesser Chieftain Thar'Kaan.\"\n\nYou take out your tablet, which is used to quickly vote on a topic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You agree with the Proposal" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tap a small button on the tablet, and your vote is made. A few seconds later, the Senator checks his tablet.\n\n\"The vote is passed. On to the second matter. The new drug Carn Seed...\"\n\nYou slowly go through several boring, meaningless motions, most of which don't involve you. Eventually, you're given your newest duties as Senator. You need to recruit Scairtt forces into the Coalition military, improve on the current military forces, prepare a defense,, assemble a War Council and begin a counter-attack against the Chykri. It's time to get to work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The choices for the War Council quickly becomes apparent. Grand Admiral Yarcel, Tarn Commander Delta-1, Lesser Chieftain Thar'Kaan, General Gig, Commando Ashley-Dante, Commissar Mast and of course, Cabana. You organize your first meeting in the Main Chamber of the Probiscan Claw-mark Battleship the Maw, a room specifically designed to hold the War Council. When you arrive, you see why. There's a massive monitor, a holographic board to display a battlefield for tactical decisions. The seats are also personally designed, with a massive metal chair for Delta-1 and an aquatic tank built under the assumption that a Scairtt leader would join the War Council. You take your seat, which is a massive oak chair with gold trim that's more like a throne. The other leaders file in and take their seats, and you quickly assess the commanders based on what you know of them, previous experiences with them and their history.\n\nCabana is a loyal friend and a bit of a clown, but behind his hideous face, disgusting smile and cheerful attitude is a genius mind that can make hard decisions and be incredibly smart in his attitude.\n\nGrand Admiral Yarcel is in charge of the Maw and an incredibly popular man of the people. He represents the average troops, but has also proven to be a brutal and efficient leader who's won many battles. He is one of the most famous Probiscans, and has massive amounts of influence in the Alliance.\n\nLesser Chieftain Thar'Kaan is a psychopath. The commander is a tough, brutal leader who has personally skinned enemies of the Coalition. He is cold, calculating and bloodthirsty.\n\nGeneral Gig is a Brain Bug. She is in charge of a massive group of terrifying death machines such as spaceships, tanks and other war machines. She is a proud and friendly person, and despite usually inhabiting a massive tank that could wipe out an entire city.\n\nCommander Delta-1 is a soldier, first and foremost, and a Remnant hero. Despite being a Commander, he still takes part in every battle he can. He hates whatever enemy is at hand, loves his allies, and is eager to get into a fight.\n\nCommissar Mast is a Moogli Commissar and a tactical genius. He is constantly making decisions, and has seemingly knows every great military commander's tactics and has improved on them.\n\nTarn is an alien hivemind who is made up of billions of Tarn Drone bodies. His military experiance will be invaluable.\n\nFinally, Commando Ashley-Dante is a quiet Clone. She rarely speaks up, but whenever she talks she imparts incredible wisdom. Despite her quiet and shy demeanor, you've seen footage of her personally kill a dozen Garavan assassins in melee with a machete.\n\n\"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Senator, and more importantly, General Achilles. You are the smartest minds and the greatest fighters in the galaxy, and probably the universe. Some of you are old Coalition, some Alliance, some Thar'Garavan. None of that matters now. The Coalition has the Chykri at our doorstep. We don't know their motives. We don't know their reasons. We only know they want to kill us, so we need to kill them first. Our task is to build up a force that'll send an army of cyborg-monsters running. So let's get to work.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Achilles!\"\n\nYou look up from your current project, a plan to reinforce CDF with retired attack animals such as Dogs, Flurets, Fenrir and Pumi Garavan, and turn to Cabana.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"There's a lot of complaints about... Well, everybody, about the level of tech we have in the army. It seems most military tech comes from the Elysium project.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah.\" Admiral Yarcel yells. \"What the hell's with the Greek names? I'm getting really sick of all the Greek goddamn names of the tech my men are using.\"\n\n\"All Probiscan tech is named after sea creatures.\"\n\n\"Well, alright. We'll keep some of the terrible Greek names. But we need new tech.\"\n\n\"There's the Daedalus Facility on the Daedalus moon. They're working on new tech.\" Cabana adds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine. If any of you have proposals for new tech, submit them to me.\" You reply.\n\n\"Perfect. Now that we've united all species, we can have the galaxy's smartest engineers working together on the project.\" Cabana replies.\n\n\"Just get to work. We have a lot of work to do. We'll pay a visit to Daedalus right before we visit the Scairtt. Who has proposals?\"\n\nSeveral hands raise, and you sigh.\n\n\"Alright. What do we have, then?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Achilles, look at this new design.\"\n\nYou walk over to a massive ship the size of a Behemoth ship.\n\n\"I've had the plans drawn up. I call it the Void Ship. It takes the famed ship weapons from humanity, Probiscan-designed engines, Mundar hulls, Brain Bug control systems, Creator Stealth Systems, the Remnant shields, Chosen Medical facilities and so forth. Basically, the best stuff from all races. They'd be completely self-sufficient and able to take on entire enemy fleets. It will require serious funding, but I think it'll be worth it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You authorize the construction of Void Ships" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine. I'll authorize the project.\"\n\n\"Perfect. I'll make sure the Void ships are a success. They'll be incredible war machines, sir. I promise you, they'll be incredible.\" Grand Admiral Yarcel happily replies.\n\n\"One minor issue.\" You add.\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"The name. Change it.\"\n\n\"To what?\"\n\n\"Something Greek.\"\n\nYarcel raises his hands in frustration.\n\n\"Really? Void ships wasn't a good name? I'm getting real sick of these names. No, I refuse to allow myself to get mad about this. Fine. What about... I don't know. I'm not familiar with Greek mythology.\n\nAshley-Dante raises her hand.\n\n\"How about Tartarus Ships? That's Greek, to my knowledge, though it could be Roman.\" She says.\n\n\"Perfect.\" You reply. \"Get it done, Admiral Yarcel.\n\nSoon, the Tartarus Ships begin construction. Early prototypes and tests are successful, and you have great hope that this will succeed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I introduce, the Laelaps Project.\" The massive Commissar says, holding forth a small, holographic tablet displaying a robot gorilla-bear-dog, with a scale indicating they're the size of a Black Bear.\n\n\"What?\" You ask.\n\n\"The Laelaps Project. It's a robotic companion designed by Dr Henry Monroe, Dr Nilt, Dr Kapp and Dr Alpha-18. about the size of dumpsters, given a sophisticated AI with level just below Moogli intelligence levels.\"\n\nCommissar Mast taps the holographic display. The Laelaps' robot's shoulders open as two machine guns and grenade launchers pop out of the shoulders.\n\n\"They're capable of fighting with these weapons, they're capable of jamming enemy radar while boosting allied radar, and are capable of scans to find hidden enemies.\"\n\n\"What purpose would they be?\" You ask.\n\n\"They can act as companions to Communications Officers, assist squads and help reinforce lines of defense.\"\n\n\"Alright. Well, the fact that the name is Greek is a plus.\"\n\n\"Which took some serious work to find a suiting name.\" Commissar adds.\n\nYou think briefly on whether to begin making the Laelaps." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You authorize the Laelaps Project" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine. Start producing the bots. Make sure the AI's are triple checked for malfunctions, and begin producing them.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Senator.\"\n\nThe Laelaps Project is set up and begins manufacturing. Within a few weeks, the project begins showing results. The project falls considerably below Commissar Mast's optimistic expectations, but still performs well enough to be worth doing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Delta-1 stands in front of you with his proposal, the Apocalypse missile.\n\n\"General, Nuclear Weapons are currently one of the greatest pieces of war we have, but they're not enough. The Apocalypse Missile will have a nuclear warhead, with a dark matter core. These missiles would be capable of wiping out entire solar systems, in the best conditions. They're fired out of space stations designed for firing the missiles, and would give us the most firepower that's ever existed. It'll make God's Wrath look like a six-shooter.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You authorize the construction of the Apocalypse Missiles" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine. Get it done.\"\n\nDelta-1 salutes proudly.\n\n\"Yes, sir. I'll get to work making the missiles.\"\n\nThe missiles are soon developed. Although they greatly increase your firepower, these are still incredibly expensive projects, requiring the incredibly expensive missiles to be made and maintained, and having massive space stations to be built, maintained and staffed, and end up taking massive amounts of resources from other military needs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next is General Gig's proposal, the ATLAS Spaceship M2. The Brain Bug is operating a small pod with an anti-grav generator, as her tank would obviously be too big, and her body is incapable of speech, or movement beyond a crawl.\n\n\"Hello, General Achilles. My Engineers have recently began work on the current human ATLAS Spaceship, and made several additions, including an improved engine, more advanced weaponry and computer system, an AI, better life-support and a more advanced hull. I'm awaiting your approval or disapproval.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You authorize the upgrading of the ATLAS ships" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright. I'll have the funds given to your Engineers.\"\n\n\"Thank you, General.\"\n\nThe ATLAS ships are soon upgraded. It's not a monumental success, but the upgrade considerably improves your ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lesser Chieftain Thar'Kaan takes a seat in front of your desk, holding a holographic tablet and a long, serrated hunting knife.\n\n\"Alright, I have a proposal. The current Coalition fighters, the Omega Fighters, are expensive and useless. I have a proposition for the Hera Fighter. It's a Fighter based on Thar'Garavan design.\"\n\nYou glance at the hologram. An arrow-shaped space ship with a small engine, an arrow-shaped ram and a large caliber gun and missile launcher.\n\n\"They're fast, effective, and most importantly, cheap. They'd save a resources.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You authorize the construction of the Hera Fighters" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Start making the fighters than. Get in touch with industry worlds and get them making these.\"\n\n\"Good choice, commander. These will perform well.\"\n\nThe Garavan slashes his hand open, and offers the knife for your to do the same. Merging blood is a Garavan tradition.\n\n\"Thar'Kaan, I'm not cutting myself. I make a lot of deals. I'd pass out from blood loss if I did that.\"\n\n\"So be it.\"\n\nYou begin mass-producing the Hera Fighters, but they perform much, much worse than expected. They're so cheap they're prone to malfunction, bad at maneuvering, have little armor and firepower and cause massive numbers of death. You bring back the Omega Fighters, but the damage is done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cabana walks up to you, and drops a small paper folder on your desk.\n\n\"Whatever this is, the answer's no.\" You say without looking up.\n\nCabana has already given up proposals to remake Thor's Hammer, the Death Star, a galaxy-sized fist to ram the End, rocket-powered chickens and just sending him with a katana to take out the Chykri.\n\n\"I'm done joking, Achilles. That's my proposal. I call it the Hercules Project. Look long and hard at it. I'm not even sure if I want it passed.\"\n\nYou look up, and see Cabana has entered one of his cold, stony states where he actually acts like a leader rather than a foolish buffoon.\n\n\"So it's risky?\"\n\n\"No. There's no risk whatsoever. It's guaranteed to be successful, and the propaganda I've prepared will stop a public backlash. The only question is what we're willing to do to win. The Hercules Project is a project involving extreme genetic manipulation, hard training and cybernetic enchancements.\"\n\n\"We already do that to our soldiers.\"\n\n\"Not at this level, Achilles. These give people incredibly strength, faster healing, increased speed, perception, reflexes and a hell of a lotta other stuff. They make super soldiers who could kick the actual Hercules' ass.\"\n\n\"So what's the issue?\"\n\n\"It involves incredible amounts of pain. More than most people can handle. It'll lead to a lot of deaths. The survivors will be driven so insane that they'll need to be brainwashed to fight.\"\n\nYou pause, thinking.\n\n\"There's... another thing.\" Achilles adds.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"The Hercules Project works many times better when the subjects haven't hit puberty yet. The choice is yours, Achilles.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't authorize the Hercules Project" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. I won't allow it.\"\n\nCabana nods.\n\n\"Probably for the best. It'd fuck some people up, Achilles. I'm pretty glad you said no. That shit would've been borderline evil.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You watch as the small grey moon slowly approaches, and you begin to make out the massive lights doting the surface, showing the massive facilities that cover the planet. The planet was a massive Alliance industrial world that made ships, tanks, weapons, armor and other equipment, until the Alliance was disbanded. They became a massive corporation, supplying many Garavan Tribes, the Colony Defense Forces, the Coalition and even pirate crews. With the upcoming war approaching, they've began mass producing weapons in hopes of a weapons deal with the Coalition. The moon holds such famed scientists as Dr Awad-Masari, the inventor of the modern translator, ex-Staff Sergeant Whirldwind-44, who rediscovered and improved upon the Remnants Apocalypse ships, and Dr Giagtan, the designer and engineer behind the Metal Whirlwind of Fire and Death, the terribly named yet destructive Brain Bug Tank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the shuttle to the surface" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take the shuttle to the surface with Tarn, Cabana, Thar'Kaan and Gig, who's slug-like body is inhabiting a spider-like vehicle for easy movement.\n\n\"I've never been to do this planet, which is odd. I've been to most planets. Not this body, but other bodies.\" Tarn says. \"Perhaps it's because I'm not creative. I've never had a lot of innovation. I've never needed to. I have a basically immortal lifespan, so I take my time with inventing things.\"\n\n\"That's untrue. I fought with you at Silver Rock Canyon. \" Thar'Kaan says. \"A half-dozen Tarn Drones re-engineered a Mining Drill to break into a Brain Bug fortress. We massacred those inside. It was a glorious day. No offense, Gig.\"\n\nGeneral Gig seems unnerved at the comment, but she makes no remark.\n\n\"It was a tremendous display of ingenuity and courage.\" Thar'Kaan adds.\n\n\"There was no courage to it. I am not brave. You are. The Garavan are. The Humans are. Every species but me is brave. You all face death every day, and you continue fighting on. I do not. I have nothing to fear from. I am, as I previously said, basically immortal. I am a lot of things, but brave is not one of them.\"\n\n\"Perhaps. But perhaps there is bravery is facing pain through your billions of bodies every day.\" Thar'Kaan says.\n\n\"Maybe.\" Tarn nods.\n\nThe shuttle doors open, revealing two armed guards, a Clone and a Moogli wearing powered armor and holding laser rifles based off Probiscan design.\n\n\"Greetings, esteemed ambassadors of the Coalition. Right this way, if you would.\"\n\nYou follow the guards along to a generic meeting room, where dozens of aliens representing all different cultures sit around the table. At the head is a Mundar Dweller wearing golden plated clothing and silver chains.\n\n\"Greetings, I am Chairman Gold-Hand. I represent Daedalus. I'm very glad you've come here.\" The Mundar, Chairman Gold-Hand, stands, and offers a hand which you shake.\n\n\"Greetings, Chairman. I am General Achilles. I am here to request that you begin making supplies for the Coalition. You'll be well paid.\"\n\n\"Of course, Senator. I know who you are. It was only a matter of time. I've already prepared several shipments of weapons, and I shall make sure the factories increase their workload.\"\n\n\"Well, this was considerably easier than expected.\" You note.\n\n\"Senator, I'm a capitalist. I work for money. You're a customer. And of course, at heart I'm a patriot. My father immigrated to the Coalition when I was young. I built this company from the ground up. It's the perfect embodiment of capitalism. In addition to us producing for you, we have several prototypes to offer you.\"\n\n\"Prototypes?\"\n\n\"Prototypes for new pieces of equipment that'll be mass produced. For a price of course.\"\n\n\"How much?\"\n\nThe Chairman tells you the figure, and your legs nearly give way.\n\n\"You're talking to the leader of the largest military force in existence.\" Cabana says incredulously.\n\n\"I have inventors to pay, engineers, factory workers, technicians and share-holders, as well as maintain the facilities. I'm sorry, but that's the price.\"\n\n\"Thar'Achilles, say the word and I'll skin this weakling and make a leather jacket for you.\" Thar'Kaan says.\n\n\"No. This is a place of business. We're not fighting.\" You say.\n\n\"Plus, they have some of the most sophisticated tech and a lot of guards.\" General Gig adds.\n\n\"Perhaps. But behind the hardened metal armor, there is soft flesh. My blades can pierce that soft flesh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You encourage a fight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're not letting you do this, Chairman.\" You say.\n\n\"Guards! Get these...!\" The Chairman starts, but Thar'Kaan is faster.\n\nThar'Kaan pounces forward with his two blades, slashing them and cutting the Chairman's throat. Two guards charge into the room, firing. General Gig is hit and her spider-vehicle collapses into a heap, but you manage to draw your pistol and kill them both. Cabana is struck down by a laser from a group of a half dozen guards charging in from behind you. Thar'Kaan grabs a gun and starts shooting, speeding around the room hacking and shooting. You take another few shots, but a laser hits you in the chest and your heart explodes. You struggle to stand, but a few seconds you collapse backwards." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take the shuttle to the surface with Tarn, Cabana, Thar'Kaan and Gig, who's slug-like body is inhabiting a spider-like vehicle for easy movement.\n\n\"I've never been to do this planet, which is odd. I've been to most planets. Not this body, but other bodies.\" Tarn says. \"Perhaps it's because I'm not creative. I've never had a lot of innovation. I've never needed to. I have a basically immortal lifespan, so I take my time with inventing things.\"\n\n\"That's untrue. I fought with you at Silver Rock Canyon. \" Thar'Kaan says. \"A half-dozen Tarn Drones re-engineered a Mining Drill to break into a Brain Bug fortress. We massacred those inside. It was a glorious day. No offense, Gig.\"\n\nGeneral Gig seems unnerved at the comment, but she makes no remark.\n\n\"It was a tremendous display of ingenuity and courage.\" Thar'Kaan adds.\n\n\"There was no courage to it. I am not brave. You are. The Garavan are. The Humans are. Every species but me is brave. You all face death every day, and you continue fighting on. I do not. I have nothing to fear from. I am, as I previously said, basically immortal. I am a lot of things, but brave is not one of them.\"\n\n\"Perhaps. But perhaps there is bravery is facing pain through your billions of bodies every day.\" Thar'Kaan says.\n\n\"Maybe.\" Tarn nods.\n\nThe shuttle doors open, revealing two armed guards, a Clone and a Moogli wearing powered armor and holding laser rifles based off Probiscan design.\n\n\"Greetings, esteemed ambassadors of the Coalition. Right this way, if you would.\"\n\nYou follow the guards along to a generic meeting room, where dozens of aliens representing all different cultures sit around the table. At the head is a Mundar Dweller wearing golden plated clothing and silver chains.\n\n\"Greetings, I am Chairman Gold-Hand. I represent Daedalus. I'm very glad you've come here.\" The Mundar, Chairman Gold-Hand, stands, and offers a hand which you shake.\n\n\"Greetings, Chairman. I am General Achilles. I am here to request that you begin making supplies for the Coalition. You'll be well paid.\"\n\n\"Of course, Senator. I know who you are. It was only a matter of time. I've already prepared several shipments of weapons, and I shall make sure the factories increase their workload.\"\n\n\"Well, this was considerably easier than expected.\" You note.\n\n\"Senator, I'm a capitalist. I work for money. You're a customer. And of course, at heart I'm a patriot. My father immigrated to the Coalition when I was young. I built this company from the ground up. It's the perfect embodiment of capitalism. In addition to us producing for you, we have several prototypes to offer you.\"\n\n\"Prototypes?\"\n\n\"Prototypes for new pieces of equipment that'll be mass produced. For a price of course.\"\n\n\"How much?\"\n\nThe Chairman tells you the figure, and your legs nearly give way.\n\n\"You're talking to the leader of the largest military force in existence.\" Cabana says incredulously.\n\n\"I have inventors to pay, engineers, factory workers, technicians and share-holders, as well as maintain the facilities. I'm sorry, but that's the price.\"\n\n\"Thar'Achilles, say the word and I'll skin this weakling and make a leather jacket for you.\" Thar'Kaan says.\n\n\"No. This is a place of business. We're not fighting.\" You say.\n\n\"Plus, they have some of the most sophisticated tech and a lot of guards.\" General Gig adds.\n\n\"Perhaps. But behind the hardened metal armor, there is soft flesh. My blades can pierce that soft flesh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stop the fight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Calm down, Thar'Kaan. We're not fighting. Without taking considerable resources from the military, we'll be able to purchase two of the prototypes.\"\n\n\"Thank you. I wouldn't want to turn this into a fire fight. I am a patriot, Senator. I'll give you a third prototype, paid for out of my own funds.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Chairman.\"\n\n\"I'll lead you you to the testing chambers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow Chairman Gold-Hand" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the viewing area of the testing chambers, behind a thick, six-inch Plexiglas window. You look into a large concrete chamber.\n\n\"General, I shall show you the five prototypes: the SPARTAN power armor, the Stymphalian Drone, the Aegis Swarm, the Asclepius Syringe and the SKORPION Rifle. No, the SKORPION is not a Greek creature or weapon. The Probiscan designer refused to change it's name. We'll begin with the SPARTAN armor.\"\n\nYou watch as a human in thick, black metal armor. A small concrete wall pops up, and the human punches the door open. A minigun appears at the other end and begins fires a small burst into the armor, which is reflected off or stopped by the armor. A helmet comes out of the neck of the armor and surrounds the user's head.\n\n\"The SPARTAN power armor is designed to help soldiers survive the harshest of combat. It greatly increases their strength, and with it, they can survive swords, bullets and even missile strikes. When the helmet is deployed there's an oxygen supply, cooling and heating system and air filter, as well as a small water supply.\"\n\nThe SPARTAN user walks out, and a small red and black drone, about the size of a dog, hovers in. It has a cylindrical top and two lasers on either side, followed by an unarmed man. A concrete wall appears and the Drone fires through it, burning holes in the concrete. The minigun fires at the unarmed man, but the drone activates it's shield to protect the man.\n\n\"This is the Stymphalian Drone. They're capable of supporting units, shielding units and generally assisting soldiers in battle.\"\n\nThe Drone leaves, and the unarmed man takes out a small, bulky wrist-mounted pod, and presses it. A swarm of nanobots fly out, and the minigun fires at the unarmed man. The nanobots begin flying in front of the bullets, shielding the man.\n\n\"This is the Aegis Swarm, designed to protect soldiers and officers from fire in the middle of battle.\"\n\nThe unarmed man presses a button and the nanobot retreat into the wrist-mounted pod, and walk off. A Moogli and a Pumi'Garavan enter, and the Moogli draws a silver syringe and a machine pistol. The Moogli fires multiple shots into the Pumi'Garavan, which collapses. The Moogli injects it with the syringe, and after a few minutes, the Pumi'Garavan's wounds are repaired, and it's able to get up and walk out.\n\n\"That was the Asclepius Syringe, able to repair wounds quickly and easily.\"\n\nFinally, a Probiscan walks out, as a large metal wall appears. The Probiscan takes out a grey rifle, and fires. A massive pink laser comes out and burns through the metal wall. The Probiscan shoulders his rifle and walks out.\n\n\"That was the SKORPION Rifle, an anti-tank weapon. Interesting fact, the pink laser is not actually the damaging force, it's to help aim. The real damaging laser is unable to see with the human eye. Please, pick your favorite three, and we'll arrange payments.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You decide on the Prototypes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You try to decide on the prototypes, and eventually make your decision." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cabana walks up to you, and drops a small paper folder on your desk.\n\n\"Whatever this is, the answer's no.\" You say without looking up.\n\nCabana has already given up proposals to remake Thor's Hammer, the Death Star, a galaxy-sized fist to ram the End, rocket-powered chickens and just sending him with a katana to take out the Chykri.\n\n\"I'm done joking, Achilles. That's my proposal. I call it the Hercules Project. Look long and hard at it. I'm not even sure if I want it passed.\"\n\nYou look up, and see Cabana has entered one of his cold, stony states where he actually acts like a leader rather than a foolish buffoon.\n\n\"So it's risky?\"\n\n\"No. There's no risk whatsoever. It's guaranteed to be successful, and the propaganda I've prepared will stop a public backlash. The only question is what we're willing to do to win. The Hercules Project is a project involving extreme genetic manipulation, hard training and cybernetic enchancements.\"\n\n\"We already do that to our soldiers.\"\n\n\"Not at this level, Achilles. These give people incredibly strength, faster healing, increased speed, perception, reflexes and a hell of a lotta other stuff. They make super soldiers who could kick the actual Hercules' ass.\"\n\n\"So what's the issue?\"\n\n\"It involves incredible amounts of pain. More than most people can handle. It'll lead to a lot of deaths. The survivors will be driven so insane that they'll need to be brainwashed to fight.\"\n\nYou pause, thinking.\n\n\"There's... another thing.\" Achilles adds.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"The Hercules Project works many times better when the subjects haven't hit puberty yet. The choice is yours, Achilles.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You authorize the Hercules Project on adult soldiers" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Authorize it on soldiers. I want restrictions on anything that needs to be restricted, I want propaganda in place to stop this turning into a public issue and I want the volunteers to know what they're getting into.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Sure. I'll get it done. This shit might be hard, but it's for the greater good. I'd make a joke, but I've been researching the side effects of this. I'm not in the mood.\" Cabana says, before nodding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You watch as the small grey moon slowly approaches, and you begin to make out the massive lights doting the surface, showing the massive facilities that cover the planet. The planet was a massive Alliance industrial world that made ships, tanks, weapons, armor and other equipment, until the Alliance was disbanded. They became a massive corporation, supplying many Garavan Tribes, the Colony Defense Forces, the Coalition and even pirate crews. With the upcoming war approaching, they've began mass producing weapons in hopes of a weapons deal with the Coalition. The moon holds such famed scientists as Dr Awad-Masari, the inventor of the modern translator, ex-Staff Sergeant Whirldwind-44, who rediscovered and improved upon the Remnants Apocalypse ships, and Dr Giagtan, the designer and engineer behind the Metal Whirlwind of Fire and Death, the terribly named yet destructive Brain Bug Tank." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Serious", "Socially Important", "War" ]

[ 187, 83, 55, 24, 10, 8, 5, 16 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: sci-fi Themes: Serious, War Details: The title \"Homo Perfectus\" may not be very accurate for this story, as you do not play as a Homo Perfectus. Instead, you play as the vengeful former Imperfect Baryon, who fights against injustice, wherever he finds it, even if it includes the law.\nThis story is somewhat shorter than other Homo Perfectus stories, but still a vital part of the saga.\nWhether you can achieve the Super-heroic ending or not depends on choices you make in the very beginning, so if you can't seem to reach it, then it is possible that you simply made the wrong decisions. Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man screams a high-pitched scream, as I throw him off the girl. I transport clothes instantly to her hands. She doesn't deserve being bare here in this dark alley. I then remove all the blood from the attempted rapist off her, and suggest her to leave, which she does. I then approach the man, who is still screaming in agony. I don't want him to die, so I stop the bleeding and raise him up into the air. I then locate his testicles, which are lying to my side, and levitate them in front of his eyes.\n\n\"Do you know why this has happened to you?\" I ask him, but he is still sobbing and crying. \"Answer me!\"\n\n\"Pl...please...don't kill me.\"\n\n\"Is that why this has happened to you? because please don't kill me?\"\n\n\"I want to live.\"\n\n\"Do you know why this has happened to you?\"\n\n\"Be...be...because I...\"\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"I was trying to...I was...\"\n\n\"I am a busy man. Give me an answer!\"\n\n\"Because I was trying to rape her, alright!?!\"\n\nI put the man down. He is still sobbing, but as I channel myself through him, I can feel his pain going away.\n\n\"Yes. And tell me, how could you have avoided this?\"\n\nHe continues to sob and then says \"by being good?\"\n\n\"Yes. Clearly, you can't handle the responsibilities of manhood, but don't worry, those responsibilities have been taken off your shoulders, permanently\" I say as I channel myself away from him. He's learned his lesson, so there's nothing more for me to do here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun has risen in Gorgon city, so I can't visit the Imperfects again. Last time there was night there, I came to visit, and Eve informed me that she was with child. She even claimed that I was the one that told her that, although I am sure I would remember it if that was the case. Apparently, the child is a 100% Homo Perfectus, but I never got the story behind that. Bringing the child's father up seemed to make her sad, so I never asked.\n\nI've noticed some new members there too. A plant-human hybrid that goes by the name Grove, an android, or an armored individual called Hyper, and Jonathan Skage. Eve always did try to make his mental state fit enough to join the Imperfects in her frequent visits to the Isolation, and I guess that worked.\n\nFreakshow is still with his girlfriend, Gabrielle. I heard he proposed to her recently. I'm glad he's finally happy. He deserves it after all the pain he's gone through. I wonder if I'll be invited to the wedding. I probably wouldn't come. Weddings usually aren't held in darkness. I'd just be uncomfortable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine a newspaper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I channel an abandoned newspaper from the streets of Edinborough to me, and see the headlines: \"Karma in the flesh\". That seems to be what they're calling me: Karma. Most people have no idea what it is that attacks criminals in the night, but they're definately talking about it, forming theories. This is good, this is very good. If everyone starts to believe this is a natural phenomenon that strikes criminals at all times, then perhaps, my work will be over, and people will stop inflicting pain onto others that they themselves don't want to endure. It is also good that people are confused whether it is a force of good or a force of evil. I don't want people to get the misconception of me being evil, but this way, people might fear me while still acknowledge me as beneficial to the society.\n\nI put the newspaper back to where it was, and then start to channel myself through Europe, picking up on everything that's going on there at once, aside from that which is illuminated of course. I usually encounter a lot of violence when I channel myself through such a large area at once. Much justice to be distributed. In Spain, I see a mugger, taking a man's wallet. I don't return the wallet yet. I wait for him to return home, and see that his apartment has been stolen, literally. I am still careful to leave enough of a foundation for the rest of the building not to crash, and then I slowly channel the wallet back to its rightful owner. Everytime the mugger tries to grab the wallet, floating in the air, I inflict great pain to his hand.\n\nAt the same time, the bullet fired by a hit-man in France goes back and pierces through his head, and a man trying to hijack a plain moves, unfortunately for him, into a shadowed area, and gets thrown out of the plain. At least he lands where he wanted to go. However, when I channel myself into Novarra, I find a peculiar scenario, where men, marked as government agents, are attacking an unarmed woman. I channel myself there, but she project a telekinetic wave from her body that knocks the attackers away. One of them stands up, and then sees my eyes. He aims his gun at me and yells \"Stay put mutant!\"\n\n\"Your bullet does nothing, but show hostility, and you will receive the same\" I say. The man shoots at me anyway, and the bullet just goes through me. As I had warned, I then crush his gun into an orb and smack him with it, knocking him unconscious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You speak to the woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is your name?\" I ask the woman as she stands up and she looks at my eyes.\n\n\"I...thank you. My name is Leksiah.\"\n\n\"Leksiah? Is that Novarran?\"\n\n\"It is.\"\n\n\"These men, they work for the government, don't they?\"\n\nShe nods and I then add \"why were they after you?\"\n\nIn response, Leksiah levitates the orb I bent the gun into and lifts it in between us. She then fixes it, forming the original gun from it.\n\n\"You are telekinetic then?\"\n\nShe nods again.\n\n\"But you still didn't tell me what these men wanted from you.\"\n\n\"That was why. I am telekinetic.\"\n\n\"What? They were trying to kill you because of your abilities?\"\n\n\"Well, they were just going to lock me up, but I refused, and so they started shooting.\"\n\n\"But why were they going to lock you up?\"\n\n\"You don't watch politics much, do you?\"\n\n\"I can pay attention to a lot of things, but what happens in every single government in every single country is not easy, especially since I just visit at night-time.\"\n\n\"Well...you heard about the monster attack in Endrun, a few months ago?\"\n\n\"I did. It was unfortunate that it was at day time. Otherwise I could have helped.\"\n\n\"Well, everyone in Novarra has been afraid of...of freaks ever since\" she says and looks down.\n\n\"You mean mutants.\"\n\n\"Is there a difference?\"\n\n\"A man killed two thousand people once trying to answer that question.\"\n\n\"Well, recently, there were presidential elections here, and one of the candidates, named Philias Unon took advantage of the fear people had of fre...of people like me, and so he promised to make everyone safe. This is him, fulfilling his promise.\"\n\n\"What? People are incarcerated for being victims of genetic alterations?\"\n\nLeksiah nods, and I freeze one of the agents, as he tries to stand up. This sort of thing, taking people's freedom, not just for being different, but for being someone else's victim really gets on my bad side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill the agents." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These people, think they can just take other people's freedom, even though they've done nothing to deserve anything on that scale. These people, like this Leksiah, deserve to keep their freedom, and for attacking that, these men don't even deserve their lives, so I tear out their hearts and place them in their hands, where they look upon them before collapsing motionless to the ground.\n\nLeksiah approaches me and asks \"You...you are that Karma thing I keep reading about?\"\n\n\"Among other things.\"\n\n\"Do you...do you have a name?\"\n\n\"My creators named me Baryon, so I guess that's my name.\"\n\n\"Your creators?\"\n\n\"Yes. As you can no doubt see, I am one of the 'freaks' as well. I am made of dark-matter, and my power is only limited by the amount of light I am exposed to. That's it in a nutshell.\"\n\n\"How...what's your story?\"\n\n\"The full story? My mother was killed while pregnant with me, carved open and then, when they had removed the embryo that would later develop into a happy little boy, they fed her to a cannibalistic mutant and grew me in a tub full of dark-matter, only to issue my project as flawed. How's that for a bed-time story?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry. I didn't...\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it. What about you? Telekinesis doesn't just spring from nowhere, does it?\"\n\n\"Well, I am the results of a man's attempt to heighten human intelligence.\"\n\n\"So you are hyper-intelligent?\"\n\n\"Yes, sort of. I know I haven't forgotten anything I experienced since my escape four months ago.\"\n\n\"And the telekinesis?\"\n\n\"Not sure. The containments were not sufficiently equipped to defend against telekinesis, so I imagine it was an unforseen side-effect of whatever it is they did to my mind.\"\n\n\"You were kidnapped then? Before that you had a normal life?\"\n\n\"Yes. I did. I even had a family until they called those agents after the law was initiated.\"\n\n\"That...I am sorry.\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it. But...are you going to do something about this whole thing? This law?\"\n\n\"Yes. I'll have to do something. I can't just sit by and watch as people are being put behind bars just for being different.\"\n\n\"Well, what are you going to do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You free the imprisoned mutants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There are innocent people being arrested? Just for being mutants?\"\n\n\"They claim it's because of the damage they can cause.\"\n\n\"They're not even given the chance to prove them wrong. They deserve more, they deserve to be free. I am going to free them.\"\n\n\"Can...can I come with you?\" Leksiah asks me.\n\n\"You want to come with me?\"\n\n\"Yes. To them, we're just freaks, to them, we are the same. This is my fight too, and if we fight it together, then perhaps we can give them a message that if they want to take on one of us, they'll have to take on all of us. We mutants have to stick together, have each other's backs.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let Leksiah come with you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not going to stop you, so sure, you can come along. Can you keep up?\"\n\nLeksiah closes her eyes and starts to concentrate. She then begins to float over the ground, and levitates herself further up. However, I can feel her mind hurting, and she is forced to let go of herself. She falls down, but I keep her from landing on the ground.\n\n\"Nice, but if you're going to come along, I'll have to take you with me.\"\n\nLeksiah nods, and then she asks \"Do you know where the prison is?.\"\n\nAfter channeling myself around the entire country, I say \"I do now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the Novarran prison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I transport myself and Leksiah into the Novarran prison. We make a good combo. She is not nearly as powerful as I am, but her powers work in the light, so she can destroy the lights, allowing me to unleash my full power at the guards trying to stop us. I eventually levitate one of the guards into the air, seeking to have a little chat with him.\n\n\"The mutants, where are the mutants you keep you here?\"\n\nThe man just looks around in a panic, an expected reaction to his current situation. But as he does not answer, I repeat the question: \"Where are the mutants? There must be special cells created for them.\"\n\nThe man hesitantly points towards the left cell-block." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You free the mutants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I throw the doors inwards, crushing one of the guards there, lying in wait after he heard the noise of the little ruckus here. We then approach the cells, and see several mutants behind bars. I tear open all the cells, and the mutants leave their cells. One of them, a woman that appears to have a weak mutation of the Muscle mutagen Stephan Lite had developed, approaches me.\n\n\"You...you are an Imperfect?\"\n\n\"Not anymore.\"\n\n\"I knew people wouldn't just let this happen.\"\n\nI then notice another cell, one that seems more reinforced than the others. It's nothing against me, but it seems this mutant was considered more dangerous than the others.\n\n\"Who's in there?\" I ask the woman.\n\n\"That's a mutant called Claymore. He...collected faces...I'm told.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Free Claymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They say a lot of things\" I say and tear open Claymore's cell. Claymore leaves his cell and looks around.\n\n\"I don't believe these rumors about you, but remember, you will receive what you give\" I say to him as he leaves.\n\nI then turn towards Leksiah and say \"day approaches Novarra. I can't do more here for now. I want you to be my eyes here while I am gone. Can you do that for me? Will you be alright?\"\n\n\"Yes. I...I'll be fine\" she says. I detected a strange level of pain in her body for a moment there, but decide not to ask her about it, as the sun drives me away from Novarra." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I channel myself around Asia and Australia, punishing the unjust, I start to wonder what effects my actions will have. Hopefully, by freeing those mutants, people will get the message that the innocent will not be allowed to be punished, even though their incarceration hides behind the law. Maybe the fact that Claymore was freed as well will cause them not to see that. Despite whether he was innocent or not, he was a mutant charged with more than just 'being mutant at the wrong time in the wrong country'. I also wonder if Leksiah will be alright, in a country that hates her, but hopefully, she will make sure that the reaction to my actions are steered in the correct path.\n\nI then feel the sun pull away from America, and Gorgon city. I could visit the Imperfects if I wanted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You visit the Imperfects." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I keep watch over the rooftop that the elevator in the Imperfects headquarters reaches, until I see Eve exit to the rooftop. I then channel myself there, and have my eyes appear before her.\n\n\"Do you never sleep at night?\" I say to her.\n\n\"There have been reports from Novarra. A group of prisoners were freed from the Novarran prison. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?\"\n\n\"What do the reports say? Do they have a some sort of idea who or what was behind it?\"\n\n\"They say it was a mutant.\"\n\nThis is great news. Things are going exactly as they are supposed to go.\n\n\"Baryon? Did you do this?\"\n\n\"Do you know what's going on there? There's been a ban on mutants. They're being imprisoned, simply for being who they are. They would imprison you, for having been created by Meckard, or my, because of the horrors Thorne inflicted upon my mother. Don't try to tell me this isn't something I should fight.\"\n\n\"You can't just tackle a country's laws like that. This is not an enemy you are fighting. You have to be...\"\n\n\"Be what? Passive? Diplomatic? Those people are so afraid of people like me that they would run away screaming before even consider giving me the chance to talk. Whether this is the law there or not is irrelevant. Anyone who attacks the innocent, law enforcer or not, will have to answer to me, and he better have a better answer than 'they told me to do it'.\"\n\n\"They voted on this. The entire country voted...\"\n\n\"The majority of the people there are ignorant and scared unaltered human beings. What chance does the mutant minority have?\"\n\n\"Is this...what you warned me about?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"You said you had to do something wrong, to set something right, and asked me not to involve myself. Is this it?\"\n\n\"I never said that, and if I had, then this wouldn't have been what I was talking about. Why? Because I am not doing anything wrong.\"\n\n\"I thought right and wrong were just a matter of perspective?\"\n\n\"They are, and this whole thing comes from the people's lack of perspective. If Skage's mutagen had been released onto the world, the people would have the perspective of being a mutant, and this law would never have been made. That's what i was trying to do, stop something like this, and I was punished for it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I continue to extract justice upon North and South America, as the sun moves away from Europe. As soon as night falls in Novarra, I transport myself there instantly, eager to see how the situation has developed. Suddenly, a high-piercing light emerges from the square of Sanroe, and someone shouts \"show yourself Demon!\".\n\nSomeone is referring to me as a demon?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You see what the whole thing is about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I turn my gaze towards the voice calling out to me, and see a man, implanted with cybernetics all around his body. He looks at my eyes, and I then notice that there are people following him with cameras, taking pictures of me and him, and he seems to be posing as if he is a hero about to slay a dragon. Little does he know that the flashes the cameras have cause me to disconnect from the area whenever I am illuminated, which means the pictures are just of him posing in front of nothing. I wish I could see his face when he gets a look at those photos.\n\n\"You finally show your cowardly face. Accept your fate demon, for you are about to be smitten by the mighty Valor!\"\n\n\"I'll be smitten, will I?\"\n\n\"Did you think your actions in the prison would go unpunished? You have broken Novarran laws, and I will keep these good people of this country safe from all dangers, including you!\"\n\nI find it a pleasant surprise that the Novarran people know as much as they do about what happened last time I was here. Valor releases a blast of light in my direction, having no idea that he has to illuminate just about the entirety of Europe and Africa to be able to destroy me. I then reappear before him again as soon as his flash of light has gone.\n\n\"Ah, you might prove to be a worthy foe after all\" Valor says and leaps at me, punching into the air. I can swear he also imitates me fighting back, and shouts out battle cries, indicating that what he is doing is hurting me, although he is just fighting the air. He is actually pretending to be in an epic battle with me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill Valor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, I suppress Valor's movements, and look him directly in the eyes.\n\n\"So, Valor, you want to fight me, do you? You want to punish me for defending the innocent, for keeping the minority safe from the ignorant majority? You want to lock mutants up, despite the fact that you are just as dangerous as they are? Your genetics may still be human, but these machines make you more of a freak than I am, and yet you claim to act on behalf of the humans. If you truly claim to be less of a monster than I am, then how about I turn you back into the human you think you are\" I say and tear out everything non-organic in his body, causing the remainder of his corpse to fall down motionless before me. The people gasp in terror. Hopefully, they'll think twice before persecuting mutants again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You find Leksiah." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leksiah is smart, she doesn't fear the darkness, so I find her at an abandoned place that she did not go through any effort to illuminate, allowing me to channel myself into it with ease. I see her there, sitting on a chair and rubbing her forehead, as if trying to get rid of a headache. I channel myself inside her, and feel her headache.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" I ask her, and she stands up and looks at me.\n\n\"Baryon? Or is that Karma?\"\n\n\"Or Demon, whichever suits you.\"\n\n\"You met Valor then? He's been screaming his artificial lungs out all day about how he's going to smite you.\"\n\n\"I know, I heard the speech.\"\n\n\"What happened to him?\"\n\n\"That moron was practically begging for me to end his life.\"\n\n\"So you killed him?\"\n\n\"Yes. I'm surprised he wasn't behind bars. This law is supposed to apply all mutants, right?\"\n\n\"This law only applies to genetically altered humans. Valor is a cyborg, so genetically, he is still human.\"\n\n\"Hypocrites. He's just as dangerous as an average mutant. Part of me wants to create an army of crazed cyborg soldiers and have them attack a Novarran city, just so they see this.\"\n\n\"Will you?\"\n\n\"No. I don't hurt innocents. I am a lot of things, but a tyrant is not one of them. All my life, I've tried to avoid that.\"\n\n\"Being tyrant? Is that so hard to avoid?\"\n\n\"When you've got enough power to force everyone into doing what you want? Yes.\"\n\n\"Isn't that sort of what you do? I mean, you clearly don't respect the law, not saying that's a bad thing though.\"\n\n\"I respect the laws if they are worthy of my respect, and they usually are. The law and I have the same purpose, to give people incentive not to wrong one another. I never force people to do what I want, I don't force people not to hurt one another, I just make sure they get hurt as well. If they are willing to risk that, then they are free to do whatever it is they want. I provide consequences for their actions, but I don't force opinions. That's why I don't force people to change this law, I just fight against it.\"\n\n\"I see\" she says and sits down and starts rubbing her forehead again.\"\n\n\"You have a pounding headache, why?\"\n\n\"A side-effect to my enhanced intellect. My brain wasn't adapted well enough to its power, so the more I think, the more it hurts.\"\n\nAfter a moment of silence, I say \"stand up\", and she does. I then channel myself inside her, and mainly, inside her head. Just as I can induce pain, I can also suppress it, so I give her a mental massage, temporarily eliminating her headache.\n\n\"I...how did you...thank you.\"\n\n\"Feeling better?\"\n\n\"Yes. That's...wow, I can think so clearly now.\"\n\n\"You don't deserve the pain. You deserve to be able to think clearly, and I provide what people deserve. The head-ache won't be gone forever though.\"\n\n\"Still, thank you.\"\n\n\"But now, onto the matter at hand. Besides Valor trying to fight an invisible demon, what reactions have there been to the prison break-out?\"\n\n\"They know its about the anti-mutant laws, but instead of being motivated to remove the law, the Novarran people seem more firm in their belief that all mutants need to be neutralized.\"\n\n\"If any one of them lays his hand on a single mutant, they will regret it.\"\n\n\"What are you going to do?\"\n\n\"I don't know. I have to show them that this will not be tolerated.\"\n\n\"Governments usually don't take too kindly to terrorism.\"\n\n\"Neither do I. Everyone I hurt deserves it. As a Novarran, perhaps you have a better idea of who deserves my wrath?\"\n\n\"Well...there is a personal favor you might do for me.\"\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\n\"The man who made me...like this. The man who changed my mind. I was the only one that escaped, but he had hundreds of subjects. After I got out, he must have made sure that the others couldn't use the telekinetic powers they were developing to escape like I did, so they are still trapped there. I know where it is, but I was always too afraid to go there. You could take that place apart, free the others, and make the man who did it face justice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow Leksiah to the facility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The man who did this deserves to be punished, and his victims deserve to be free, and I give people what they deserve. Show me where this facility is.\"\n\nLeksiah nods and I carry her outside, she points the way, until we come to a shack in the middle of nowhere.\n\n\"This is it?\"\n\n\"Yes. This is it. They've fixed it since I got out. Beneath it, is a passageway to the facility.\"\n\n\"This man, do you know what his name is?\"\n\n\"No. I just remember him as a nameless overseer.\"\n\nI nod and levitate the shack away from the entrance to the facility.\n\n\"I'm coming too. There are bound to be lights down there. You'll need someone that can keep the light off you.\"\n\nI nod and we both head down. As Leksiah had thought, the place is well illuminated, but she shatters the lightbulbs as we make our way forward in the facility. She can't shatter them all simultaneously though, so I can't channel myself throughout the entire facility. Because of this, we'll have to explore this place one room at a time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the main room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leksiah clears the corridor of lights and I tear through the door. We come to a room which appears to be the main area. There, we see hundreds of cells, and in them, are people, with a some sort of helmet around their heads.\n\n\"What are those things?\" I ask Leksiah.\n\n\"I don't know. They didn't put them on me.\"\n\n\"You said you escaped due to the telekinetic ability that you developed as a side-effect to your enhanced intellect, correct?\"\n\n\"Yes. This must be a response to that, them trying to keep them from escaping with their telekinesis.\"\n\n\"So those helmets block out telekinetics?\"\n\n\"Yes. My brain sends out a...sort of frequency that it uses to manipulate items, it is virtually undetectable to human beings, but that must be a some kind of jammer for it.\"\n\n\"But why would they go through the trouble? Why wouldn't they just alter their transformations so the subjects would have enhanced intellect, but wouldn't send those frequencies, and therefore wouldn'tn be telekinetic?\"\n\n\"It would be a waste, wouldn't it?\" we hear a voice say from our side and we both turn towards it. We see a man, who's brain clearly has been mutated to a severely abnormal level. He's standing in the light, which is why I couldn't detect him.\n\n\"It seems our prototype has returned\" he then says and looks at Leksiah.\n\n\"That's him, that's the nameless overseer. That's the guy behind this place.\"\n\n\"Seems like he's been taking some of his own medicine\" I say, in reference to his mutated brain.\n\n\"Your dark-matter friend here is right. What an interesting thing you are. Where were you made?\"\n\n\"At a place far too much like this one, by a man far too similar to you.\"\n\n\"Who are you anyway?\"\n\n\"I had a name once, a regular name, like any other, but I find it unsuitable for my current magnificence. Now, I am called: the Overlord.\"\n\n\"You know, the Ammunition would have loved you.\"\n\n\"I don't want to talk anymore, I want to kill him. Punish him for what he's done!\" Leksiah says and projects a telekinetic wave at Overlord. He laughs at her, and reflects the wave back at her, magnifying it with his own power. As it approaches her, it enters the shadows, so I prevent it from hurting her, although blocking it proved surprisingly difficult. His power is on a much higher scale than Leksiah's, and the fact that he's under the light, and can protect it from Leksiah's attacks means I can't take him out.\n\n\"Impressive. You have great power\" he says and looks at me.\n\n\"You have no idea.\"\n\n\"I detected though that the baryonic dark matter that funneled from your body retreated from the light. It seems like you have a weakness\" he says and telekinetically redirects the light from the corridor at me. Seems like this guy will pose as more of a threat than I thought. If he can illuminate every shadow I am connected to, he'll kill me. Luckily, the way we came from is shadowed, and leads to the night, so doing so would be virtually impossible. He seems to realize this too, coming to a successful conclusion about how my powers work with his enhanced intellect, and he redirects light to the entrance of the room. I cannot stay connected to both shadows, so I'll have to choose whether to stay in here, where he has me boxed in with light, risking my life, as then it would be possible for him to totally illuminate me, or leave the room, and stay connected to the night. It makes me safe, but I won't be able to protect Leksiah, who doesn't stand a chance against Overlord on her own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay in the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If I leave, Overlord will kill Leksiah, so I stay in the room, hoping to stop him before he can cut me off from shadows entirely. He starts redirecting light closer towards me. Leksiah tries to push him back, but his telekinetic barrier blocks her from him, and the light blocks me from him.\n\nLeksiah looks at me and says \"what are we going to do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You throw something at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I throw a desk at Overlord, which he tears in half, rendering the attack harmless to him. However, multitasking did not seem to be part of his mutation, as I feel the light between me and the shadows outside vanish. He is unable to redirect the light there and tear the table apart at the same time, so it gives me a brief moment to act wile connected to the light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You drop an uninhabited island on top of him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I find an island that I don't detect any life-forms on, lift it up from the sea, compress it into a building-large boulder, which still contains the island's mass and drop it onto the ground above where Overlord is located. It instantly tears through the ground, and almost drops onto his head, but he manages to keep it suspended above him. It is extremely heavy for him however, and he is unable to maintain his telekinetic barrier while holding the boulder up, so Leksiah pulls him towards me. He tries to keep me away from him, but he's in my domain now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Punish Overlord." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I raise Overlord into the air, as he is helpless to stop me.\n\n\"No. Please! Don't kill me. Think of what a waste it would be!\"\n\n\"Waste? I am doing humanity a favor.\"\n\n\"Think about everything I'm doing. I'm making everything better. I'm making everyone smarter.\"\n\n\"You're making yourself better at the expense of everyone else. You know who you remind me of? Michael Thorne. You heard of him?\"\n\nOverlord shakes his head, and I say \"Thorne was trying to perfect humanity. To speed up evolution where there would literally be impossible to improve upon it. Among his subjects was me. You know how he created me? He brutally killed my mother and then fed her to a cannibal. He did that to my mother. And you know what the worst part is? As soon as I had been created, he disqualified me as a candidate for his perfection, locked me up and threw away the key. He killed an innocent woman, and prevented me from having a happy normal life for nothing! That's who you remind me of. You are exactly as ruthless, cold-hearted and selfish as he was, and he is the last person you'd want to resemble right now.\"\n\nAs his pain rises, he starts to scream. I can feel his attempts to free himself become more and more desperate, but they are all equally ineffective.\n\n\"Tell me something, Overlord. Did you intend for your brain to grow so large?\" I say to him, but he doesn't respond. He just keeps screaming and writhing in pain. I decrease it, just a little bit, which is more than he deserves, so that he can respond.\n\n\"Answer my question.\"\n\n\"No...no...I...no...that was....I didn't....\"\n\n\"So I suppose you want to find a way to decrease it.\"\n\n\"Well...maybe after I'd...\" but then I see a lovely sight as his pupils grow larger, as he realizes the purpose of my question. After all, that sort of thing is what his intelligence is for, isn't it? His heartbeat rises even higher than it was, and he is sweating like I've never seen before. \"No. Please. Don't do it.\"\n\nI savor the moment. I squeeze as much terror from him, as he knows the fate that awaits him, and he begs me for mercy. I don't answer any of them, I just stare into his cruel, heartless eyes, and wait for his heartbeat to go down again. Perhaps my moment of pause has given him hope, perhaps he thinks I am actually considering to let him live. Good, then I can inflict more pain upon him as I crush his last feeling of hope.\n\nHis look of terror resumes as he feels a powerful force touch his mind. I channel myself around his entire brain, but I don't kill him yet. I just make sure that he feels as much of it as possible, so I compress his brain slowly. He cries and begs all he cans, until he is rendered motionless. I then toss his remains aside. There is no use in punishing him anymore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Leksiah." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He deserved that\" Leksiah says.\n\n\"It feels good, doesn't it? Witnessing someone receiving his just desserts.\"\n\nLeksiah nods.\n\n\"Yes. It's nice. It feels right\" she then says and looks at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Free the other subjects." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Upon removing the telekinetically-blocking helmets from the subjects, they all start gathering around us.\n\n\"We...thank you. That man was a madman.\"\n\n\"He said you worked for him. Is that true?\"\n\n\"Ah...yes, we did.\"\n\n\"You experimented on people? Did the same things to them that Overlord did to you?\"\n\n\"Yes. I didn't understand how wrong it was until he put me in there\" one of them says, and the rest of them nod. These people hurt others. They were Overlord's accomplishes, but then again, perhaps they have received a just punishment. They felt what they did to others. Perhaps I should just let them go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let them go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go. You've suffered enough\" I say and the people leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the facility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Satisfied that Overlord has met a deserving fate, we leave the facility. Now it's time to turn back to the matter at hand after this little side-track. I take Leksiah back to her hide-out instantly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You discuss what to do next." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright, so you've been in Novarra. What should my next move be.\"\n\n\"Our next move. I'm going with you, you know. Wherever you go, I'll be there to help\" Leksiah says.\n\nI give a quick smile, although she probably can't see it. \"Then what should out next move be?\"\n\n\"Well...err...the Novarran government is pushing a new bill. Mutants are no longer to be incarcerated. They are to be exterminated.\"\n\n\"What??? Why didn't you mention this earlier?\"\n\n\"I...ehh...I knew you wouldn't even consider taking out the brain enhancing facility if you knew about this.\"\n\nI don't have time to be pissed at her right now. I just have to make sure I put an end to this." } ]

[ "Based Off A True Story", "Historical", "Part of Series", "Western" ]

[ 224, 179, 109, 46, 14, 1, 5, 13 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of edutainment, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Based Off A True Story, Historical, Western\"\n\n\n\"Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man / he robbed the Glendale train / he stole from the rich and he gave to the poor / he had a hand and a heart and a brain.\nIt was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright / they robbed the Glendale train / and people did say over many miles away / it was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James!\nNow the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death / and wondered how he'd ever come to fall / Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back / While Jesse hung a picture on the wall...\nIn this story your name is Bill Grey and you are an outlaw, one of a desperate gang who have chosen to live outside the law. By robbing Yankee banks you can make more money in one day than you could make in ten years of work but at the cost that thousands of lawmen and law-abiding citizens everywhere will hunt you relentlessly, not stopping until you are brought to justice Dead or Alive! By surviving deadly gunfights and eluding pursuit with the help of your fellow outlaws your objective is to escape with your ill-gotten gains and live a life of luxury!\nAuthor's Note: This is a little gift to the site to make up for the fact that The CYS Challenge isn't even a quarter finished yet and Magellan 5 is still in the planning stage. As always with my Edutainment stories it's about 90% true but events have been edited or simplified to make the story flow more easily and be more enjoyable. Incidentally my personal feelings about Jesse James and his companions is that history has been incredibly kind to men who shot defenseless people, stole the money of their countrymen and kept it all for themselves but the things he and others like Billy the Kid, John Dillinger et al did are so remarkable it's hard to keep from admiring their pure nerve :)\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is Bill Grey and you were born in Missouri in 1840.\n\nWhen the American Civil War broke out you sided with your friends and family and served on the Southern side, first in the Missouri State Guard and then with Quantrill's Raiders. After both your parents were shot dead by Union soldiers in the Camp Jackson Massacre your vengeance knew no bounds and you served as a guerrilla under such men as Captain Quantrill, Bloody Bill Anderson and Little Archie Clement. You were at the Lawrence Massacre in 1863 where Quantrill's Raiders killed some two hundred Yankee men and boys in Lawrence, Kansas. A year later you took part in the Centralia Massacre where, with the rest of Anderson's band, you helped stop a train, took two dozen unarmed Union soldiers off it and shot them dead - when soldiers were sent out a few hours later your band ambushed them as well and killed more than one hundred. Following Anderson's death in 1864 and Quantrill's in 1865 you and your surviving companions surrendered at the end of the Civil War.\n\nReturning to Missouri you try to rebuild your life as a farmer on your family's lands but it is impossible: though pardoned you and your fellow guerrillas have not been forgiven for your Civil War activities and are threatened and persecuted by pro-Unionist citizens and lawmen. The victorious North controls the banks, railroad and government and in fear of your life and unable to do business with any but your fellow impoverished Southerners by 1866 you have had enough. You learn that your last surviving war-time leader Archie Clement is secretly arranging a meeting of several former-Guerrillas and when he invites you to take part you readily accept. Clement's plan is to rob Yankee banks in Missouri to show the Federal Government that though the war may be over you and your companions are still fighting back. It is this fateful decision that will be your first step down the Outlaw path, a dangerous and lonely road...\n\nIn this story your fate will be determined entirely by your choices. The number of Gunfights you take part in, the people you Injure and Kill, the number of Robberies you commit and your Score (your share of the amount of money you steal) will all be recorded. Your main aim is to survive, avoiding both prison and death in order to continue your Outlaw career with a long-term goal of eventually retiring. Be careful: one wrong decision, particularly in a gunfight where any moment can be your last, will signal a sudden and fatal end to your career, prison is less of a final ending but depending on the evidence against you can either be a short term delay to your career or a decisive end to it. Your secondary aim is to build up your Score by taking part in as many successful robberies as possible, if you are part of a ten-man team that rob a bank of $10,000 dollars for example your share will come to $1,000 and this will be added to your Score. When your career ends, whether through peaceful retirement or suddenly and violently, you will be sent to the Performance Table where you can compare your Gunfights, Injured, Killed, Robberies and Score to your fellow Outlaws as an indication of how well you performed - leaving a comment at the end of the story will also enable others to see your Score.\n\nGood luck Reader, your Outlaw story is about to begin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The First Step" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and your fellow Outlaws meet at the James Family Farm to plan your first bank robbery. There are seven of you: your youthful leader Little Archie Clement, calm and reserved Frank James, cunning Cole Younger and his reliable brother-in-law John Jarette, the Shepherd brothers George Shepherd and one-eyed Ol Shepherd and finally yourself. You fought alongside each other for years during the War and you know from experience they are all brave and daring. It is your 20 year old leader Little Archie, the youngest and deadliest man present, who arranged this meeting and plans the robbery.\n\n\"It's time for us to ride again boys,\" he declares to you all. \"Show those Yankee carpet-baggers that there is still some fight in the South! The town of Liberty, is our target boys, we'll all ride in together. Frank, you and Cole will go in the bank, take the tellers hostage and put all the money you find in the safe into this haversack. The rest of us will wait outside, hold the horses and keep anyone from entering the bank. When you two have finished lock the tellers in the vault, come outside and we'll mount up and ride off. If the alarm is raised boys pull out your pistols and fire them into the air like we used to do in the War when we raided a town - it works wonders for keeping those Yankee shop owners and stable boys off the street! If they start shooting back clear out fast, whether we have the money or not. We'll hit the bank on February 13th, an unlucky day for Yankees but a good day for us!\"\n\nOn the chosen day you and your companions ride into Liberty early in the morning when there are few people on the street. With winter snow still swirling through the air you and your companions rein in outside the bank while Frank and Cole dismount and enter the bank, giving their horses's reins to the Shepherd brothers to hold. The moments seem to drag by ponderously with no sound coming out of the plain stone building in front of you. A few townsfolk are glancing at you all curiously; you reach into your right pocket and nervously clench your heavy but loaded revolver which you have hidden inside. Suddenly Cole and Frank emerge from the bank, the latter holding a bulging haversack. They walk quickly back to their horses and begin to mount up. It all seems too easy.\n\nSuddenly a voice from inside the bank shouts out \"Robbery! They're robbing the bank!\" As a few nearby civilians start in alarm you and your companions promptly draw out your pistols and begin shooting them into the air, yelling at people to get off the street. Two youths are standing nearby when the alarm is raised and promptly turn and start running down the street in the direction of a Gun Store. Little Archie spurs his horse after them and fires a shot at them with his pistol, which misses. \"Shoot them,\" he shouts at you, who are closest to him. \"Shoot them, they're going for the guns!\" Obediently you raise your pistol and point it at one of the fleeing teenager's backs but hesitate about pulling the trigger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shoot the boy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your shot hits one of the boys in the back, pitching him face-first down to the street with a cry. The other boy takes shelter in a doorway so turning your horse away you and your companions ride out of town. Using routes well-known to you all you ride your horses across the countryside for several hours, completely eluding any pursuit that might have been sent after you. Reaching a safe place you stop to count to your money and to your amazement you find that Frank and Cole have managed to steal $60,000, your share alone comes to $8,500.\n\nLittle Archie is pleased but instinctively cautious. \"There will be a big noise about this so it is best if we split up for a time,\" he declares. There is some discussion and then you all make your decisions: Little Archie is going to check into a hotel in the town of Lexington, Missouri and lie low for a while. Frank, John and Cole all decide to hide out at Cole's family farm near the town of Independence while George and Ol are going back to their own Farm near the town of St Joseph. All your companions invite you to go with them and you need to choose who to hide out with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go with Little Archie to Lexington" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Little Archie travel to Lexington where you rent rooms in a hotel and lie low for the rest of the year, spending your stolen money in bars, restaurants and with sporting ladies. One winter's night in December however Little Archie's notoriety leads to an arrest attempt. You and Archie are sitting in a saloon having a quiet drink when three blue-uniformed soldiers armed with rifles approach your table. \"Gentlemen, you are both under arrest,\" one of the soldiers declares.\n\nYou and Archie glance at each other and then Archie springs to his feet, pulling a pistol from his pocket as he does so, and starts firing. The soldiers scatter, one firing back and hitting Archie in the side. You are on your feet, pistol in hand and follow Archie as he dashes across the room, hand clasped to his bleeding side, and the pair of you use the pandemonium of fleeing bar customers to escape out a side door into an alley. Several horses are tied up nearby and untying two you mount up. Archie turns and spurs his horse down the alley towards the main street while in the other direction you can see the alley opens up into a side street. You have a choice of directions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow Little Archie towards the main street" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you both ride out of the alley into the main street a volley of gunshots ring out from a dozen soldiers waiting in a line. Both of you are hit several times and fall from your horses into the dust of the street. You are so badly hurt you are barely able to move, turning your head slightly you see Archie trying to re-cock his pistol with his teeth. As the soldiers approach cautiously, rifles raised, Archie rasps \"I've done what I've always said I would do, die before I surrender.\" You are unable to speak and moments later you and your companion are both dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Your Outlaw Career is at an end" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is the Performance Table where you can compare your Gunfights, Injured, Killed, Robberies, Score and Fate with those of your fellow members of the James Gang to see who is the greatest Outlaw!\n\n1: Jesse James: Gunfights: 11, Killed: 7, Injured: 1, Robberies: 21, Score: $19,900 - Killed.\n\n2: Frank James: Gunfights: 11, Killed: 2, Injured: 1, Robberies: 17, Score: $26,900 - Surrendered.\n\n3: Cole Younger: Gunfights: 6, Killed: 1, Injured: 2, Robberies: 15, Score: $26,800 - Imprisoned.\n\n4: John Younger: Gunfights: 4, Killed: 4, Injured: 0, Robberies: 7, Score: $3,300 - Killed.\n\n5: Bob Younger: Gunfights: 3, Killed: 0, Injured: 2, Robberies: 8, Score: $12,100 - Imprisoned.\n\n6: Clell Miller: Gunfights: 4, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 8, Score: $12,500 - Killed.\n\n7: Jim Younger: Gunfights: 3, Killed: 1, Injured: 1, Robberies: 5, Score: $2,200 - Imprisoned.\n\n8: John Jarette: Gunfights: 3, Killed: 0, Injured: 1, Robberies: 3, Score: $10,600 - Killed.\n\n9: Charlie Pitts: Gunfights: 2, Killed: 0, Injured: 1, Robberies: 5, Score: $3,400 - Killed.\n\n10: Wood Hite: Gunfights: 2, Killed: 0, Injured: 1, Robberies: 4, Score: $2,400 - Killed.\n\n11: Bill Chadwell: Gunfights: 1, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 5, Stolen: $3,400 - Killed.\n\n12: Dick Liddil: Gunfights: 2, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 4, Stolen: $1,200 - Surrendered.\n\n13: Ol Shepherd: Gunfights: 3, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 2, Stolen: $10,200 - Killed.\n\n14: Little Archie Clement: Gunfights: 2, Killed: 1, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $8,500 - Killed.\n\n15: George Shepherd: Gunfights: 2, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 2, Stolen: $102,00 - Imprisoned.\n\n16: Bill Ryan: Gunfights: 0, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 4, Stolen: $2,800 - Imprisoned.\n\n17: Charlie Ford: Gunfights: 2, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $100 - Surrendered.\n\n18: Clarence Hite: Gunfights: 1, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 2, Stolen: $200 - Imprisoned.\n\n19: Bud McDaniels: Gunfights: 1, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $7,800 - Killed.\n\n20: Tom McDaniels: Gunfights: 2, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $2,000 - Killed.\n\n21: Tom Webb: Gunfights: 1, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $2,000 - Imprisoned.\n\n22: Ed Miller: Gunfights: 1, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $1,000 - Killed.\n\n23: Tucker Bassham: Gunfights: 0, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $1,000 - Imprisoned.\n\n24: Hoobs Kerry: Gunfights: 0, Killed: 0, Injured: 0, Robberies: 1, Stolen: $1,600 - Imprisoned.\n\n25: Robert Ford: Gunfights: 3, Killed: 2, Injured: 0, Robberies: 0, Stolen: $0 - Killed.\n\nMost Prolific Gunfighter: 1: Frank James / Jesse James (11 Gunfights), 2: Cole Younger (6 Gunfights).\n\nMost Lethal Hurter: 1: Bob Younger / Cole Younger (2 Injured).\n\nMost Deadly Killer: 1: Jesse James (7 Killed), 2: John Younger (4 Killed), 3: Frank James (2 Killed).\n\nMost Enthusiastic Robber: 1: Jesse James (21 Robberies), 2: Frank James (17 Robberies), 3: Cole Younger (15 Robberies).\n\nMost Successful Bandit: 1: Frank James ($26,900), 2: Cole Younger ($26,800), 3: Jesse James ($19,900).\n\nOverall Best Outlaw: 1: Jesse James, 2: Frank James, 3: Cole Younger, 4: John Younger, 5: Bob Younger.\n\nAs always thank you for taking the time to read my story, please rate and if you would like others to see your score please leave a comment. Have a good day!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Little Archie travel to Lexington where you rent rooms in a hotel and lie low for the rest of the year, spending your stolen money in bars, restaurants and with sporting ladies. One winter's night in December however Little Archie's notoriety leads to an arrest attempt. You and Archie are sitting in a saloon having a quiet drink when three blue-uniformed soldiers armed with rifles approach your table. \"Gentlemen, you are both under arrest,\" one of the soldiers declares.\n\nYou and Archie glance at each other and then Archie springs to his feet, pulling a pistol from his pocket as he does so, and starts firing. The soldiers scatter, one firing back and hitting Archie in the side. You are on your feet, pistol in hand and follow Archie as he dashes across the room, hand clasped to his bleeding side, and the pair of you use the pandemonium of fleeing bar customers to escape out a side door into an alley. Several horses are tied up nearby and untying two you mount up. Archie turns and spurs his horse down the alley towards the main street while in the other direction you can see the alley opens up into a side street. You have a choice of directions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You set off by yourself up the alley towards the side street" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You turn your horse away from Little Archie's and spur it down the alley into the side street. The side street is clear of people so you gallop down it towards the edge of town: as you do you hear a volley of gun shots, a horse screaming and then an ominous silence. Riding to a small knoll overlooking the town you look down and your worst fears are realized: your companion is lying dead in the dust of main street surrounded by silent soldiers.\n\nAnxious not to share your leader's fate you ride cross-country for twelve hours straight until you reach the safety of the Shepherd's Family Farm. George and Ol are shocked to hear of Little Archie's death and for all of 1867 you all lay low before a meeting is arranged and the gang re-convenes in the spring of 1868." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another Robbery" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is a somber group that gathers at the James Farm in the spring of 1868: you, Frank, John, George, Ol and Cole are all saddened by your leader's death. Also present at the gathering is Frank's younger brother Jesse James, a garrulous Civil War veteran who was shot three times in the war including one occasion when he blew half his right index finger off while cleaning a loaded pistol. You are all unanimous that you should continue robbing banks and stealing Yankee money, as the oldest and most experienced of the group John Jarette takes charge.\n\n\"Missouri may be dangerous for us now,\" he says seriously. \"We should cross the border into Kentucky, rob a bank in that Yankee state and then ride back here to hide out. I've been doing some investigating the bank in Russellville, Kentucky is wealthy. This should be our next target.\"\n\nOn the chosen day the seven of you ride into town. While the Shepherd brothers guard your horses you, Frank, Jesse, John and Cole all dismount and walk into the bank. There are three tellers inside and as you approach the front counter you all draw your pistols.\n\n\"This is a hold up,\" John barks. \"Throw up your hands.\"\n\nInstantly one of the tellers springs to his feet and starts running towards a side door. You aim your pistol at the fleeing man's head but pause, wondering whether or not you should pull the trigger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shoot the fleeing man" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You fire a shot that grazes the teller's head and though the man stumbles he keeps running, makes it to the door, throws it open and dashes outside yelling \"Robbery!\" Moving quickly you and Frank ransack the vault, throwing all the money you can find into two haversacks while the others guard the tellers and rifle the counter. Shutting the remaining tellers inside the vault you all race outside. While you and your companions mount up the Shepherd brothers begin firing shots into the air to keep citizens off the street.\n\nYou have just pulled yourself onto your horse's back when a young man comes running out of a store across from you with a pistol in his hands. As you and your companions begin spurring your horses down the street he fires a shot at you all, which whizzes overhead to shatter a window in the back behind you.\n\n\"Get that bastard with the gun,\" someone shouts. You have your pistol in your hand and consider firing back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fire back" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raising your pistol you fire back: your shot hits the man on the side, spins him on the spot and he falls to the ground. Turning your horse you spur after your companions and moments later you are out of town and riding across the countryside. You ride hard until you are back across the border in Missouri and there you pause in a copse of trees to count the money you have stolen: you are all pleased to discover it comes to $12,000, which split seven ways makes your share $1,700, which has been added to your Score.\n\n\"We need to all split up now to make it harder for the Law to track us,\" John declares.\n\n\"Jesse and I will go back to our Farm and hide out there,\" Frank declares.\n\n\"I'll go with George and Ol back to their Farm to hide out,\" John decides.\n\n\"My brother John has just got a job at his friend Tom McDaniel's Farm near the town of Scyene down in Texas,\" Cole says thoughtfully. \"I'll go down there for a bit to lie low.\"\n\nYou consider who to hide out with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go with Frank and Jesse to the James Farm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You join the James brothers at their farm where you live quietly for a few weeks until one morning Frank returns from town with a newspaper and a grim expression.\n\n\"Yankee lawmen killed John and Ol,\" he says tersely. \"George is in prison charged with bank robbery.\"\n\nYou and Jesse crowd round to read how your three companions were identified as participants in the Russellville robbery and were tracked to their homes by lawmen. George later receives a three year prison sentence for his part in the robbery. Despite the loss of three of your companions Jesse is eager for the three of you to rob a bank and after a year and a half when you feel it is safe you make a plan to rob the little bank in the town of Gallatin, Missouri.\n\nRiding into town one winter's morning you leave your horses tied up outside and walk inside to find a single teller talking to a customer. The teller looks oddly familiar to you and you can't figure out where you have seen him from until Jesse pulls you and Frank to one side.\n\n\"Isn't that Colonel Cox?\" Jesse asks quietly. \"That Yankee Colonel who killed Bill Anderson during the War? I heard he lived in Gallatin.\"\n\nThe three of you study the teller closely. You now remember Cox well from his picture in the newspapers, he led an ambush that killed several of your friends including your former leader Bloody Bill Anderson. The teller does indeed look exactly like him and Frank agrees quietly. \"Let's kill him,\" he mutters. Approaching the bank counter the three of you draw your pistols from your pockets. The customer backs away and the teller looks up startled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shoot him in the head" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your bullet hits the teller in the head, blasting a circle of red blood and gore onto the wall behind him. As the teller slumps dead in his chair Frank and Jesse fire more bullets into him. The customer screams \"Murder!\" and starts running past the three of you towards the door to the bank. \"Shoot him,\" Jesse yells." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shoot the customer as well" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your shot hits the man in the back of the right arm but he keeps on running and makes it through the door and out onto the street. \"Quickly boys, get the money,\" you call out and moving quickly you, Frank and Jesse scoop up all the money you can find from the counter, which comes to several hundred dollars. Unwilling to spend time pillaging the vault you all run outside and begin mounting your horses but the alarm has already been raised a a few citizens are taking pot shots at you with pistols from teh shelter of a gun store.\n\nWhen a bullet nicks it Jesse's horse rears up in terror, spilling it's rider to the ground before running off. \"Get up behind me Jesse,\" Frank yells and while you fire your pistol at the gun store, trying to cover them, Jesse awkwardly scrambles up behind Frank. The three of you ride out of town on two horses, not stopping for several hours until you reach the safety of the James Farm. There you find you have escaped with less than $700, making your share a paltry $200. There is worse news to follow however.\n\nThe next morning Frank returns to the Farm with a paper. \"It wasn't Colonel Cox who we killed in Gallatin,\" he declares. \"It was some bank clerk called John Sheets. They know it was us as well, we've all been identified by name. We'd better clear out.\" Leaving the James Farm the three of you go traveling for a year to wait for the attention to die down before returning to Missouri in the summer of 1871 and arranging a meeting with Cole Younger at the home of your mutual friend Clell Miller. Despite the loss of John, George and Ol you are all determined to continue your robberies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A new Gang" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time you, Frank, Jesse and Cole meet in the summer of 1871 you have all been identified as bank robbers and probably killers or would-be killers. Frank, stern and silent sits thoughtfully to one side, fingering a bible lying in his lap. Jesse, grinning and cheerful sits next to him while Cole, balding but as tough as any man you know sits alone in the corner. You sit next to Clell Miller, a light-hearted friend of Jesse's who as a teenager served briefly as a Guerrilla during the War. You all chat over things and despite the deaths of Little Archie, John and Ol and George's retirement from crime following his release from prison the five of you resolve to form a new Gang and continue robbing Northern banks as revenge for their treatment of Southerners since the War ended. Jesse has been looking as possible targets and has chosen a bank in the pro-Union town of Corydon in Iowa, a place in which bank robbers are unheard of.\n\nOne summer day the five of you ride into town, dismount, tie up your horses and walk into the bank. It's Sunday and everyone is at church except a lone teller who is quickly captured. You and Frank empty the contents of the vault rapidly into a sack and then locking the teller inside you stroll outside, mount your horses and begin riding off. The robbery has been so easy that when you pass an open-air church service Jesse got resist shouting out to them gleefully \"Hey there, we've just robbed the bank!\" Frank frowns but the congregation just ignore you and whooping and laughing you all ride out of town.\n\nYou all ride back to the James Farm in Missouri where you count the haul and find you have made off with $8,000, making your share $1,600. When the papers report the crime you, Frank, Jesse and Cole are all identified again and the newspapers begin calling you the James-Younger Gang. Jesse is delighted with his newfound fame while Cole prevails upon the rest of you to let his younger brother John Younger join the Gang. John, who has already killed three men including two Texan lawmen, is an angel-faced but deadly young man and Jesse especially seems pleased to have him in the Gang. You plan your next bank robbery to take place in Kentucky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "29 April 1872: Columbia, Kentucky" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you have done so many times you and your companions ride into a small town early one morning. While Frank, Clell and John hold the horses outside you lead Jesse and Cole into the bank. Inside four customers are sitting at a table talking while one smiling cashier waits behind the counter. The three of you walk up to the counter and draw your pistols.\n\n\"Consider yourself under arrest,\" Cole says cheerfully.\n\nTo your amazement the cashier begins shouting \"Bank Robbers! Bank Robbers!\" at the top of his voice.\n\n\"Shut up man or I'll kill you,\" you yell at him but the cashier keeps shouting warnings at the top of his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shoot him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shoot the cashier in the chest and he staggers back, blood spreading across his shirt front. Jesse and Cole shoot him as well and the cashier falls dead to the ground. Instantly the four customers spring to their feet and start running for the door. \"Stop them,\" Jesse yells." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fire a shot at them to try to stop them running" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You fire a shot that hits one of the men in the hand. He yells in pain but a moment later the four customers have scrambled out the door leaving the three of you alone in the bank with the dead teller on the floor behind the counter. \"Quickly, grab the money\" you tell the others and moving fast you snatch up all the money you can find on the counter. In less than a minute you are back outside to find Frank, Clell and John firing their pistols into the air as you, Jesse and Cole scramble back onto your horses. A man runs out onto the street and fires a pistol at you, Jesse fires back. Both miss but Jesse's shot prompts the man to take cover and the six of you are able to spur your horses out of town and escape.\n\nRiding hard you do not stop until you are a long way from Columbia. When you pause to count the money you find you have escaped with less than $1,000, which makes your share $200. Frank is especially unhappy.\n\n\"We're killing too many bank tellers Jesse,\" he tells his brother. \"This will bring the law down on us.\"\n\n\"Maybe we should lay off banks for a while,\" Jesse says thoughtfully and grins. \"I have a mind to rob a ticket office at the Kansas City Exposition.\"\n\nAfter a quick discussion Cole and John both offer to join Jesse but Frank and Clell decide it is better to lay low - Frank is going back to the James Farm while Clell is going back to his own family's farm. You consider what is best to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You join Frank at the James Farm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Frank hide out at the James Farm and the surrounding area for a while, relying on newspapers for your information. You read about how Jesse and his companions succeeded in robbing the Kansas City Exposition. You also get a scare when you learn that Clell has been arrested for the Columbia Bank Robbery but is released after the shaken witnesses failed to correctly identify him. After a year when you feel the heat has warn off you and the gang reunite to plan your next robbery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another Robbery" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By now you and your companions have become famous across America as the James-Younger Gang and Southern newspapers laud you as Robin Hood type figures continuing the fight for Southern Rights while Northern newspapers focus on the amounts you have stolen and the men you have killed, a number which altogether has reached six slain. Jesse loves all this attention and John and Clell enjoy it too but Frank is quick to point out that you haven't made much money from your recent robberies.\n\nThat is why on a lazy summer afternoon you and your fellow Outlaws ride into the little town of St Genevieve. While Frank, Clell and John look after your horses you, Jesse and Cole enter the bank. There is just one cashier inside and following your usual procedure you take him prisoner, empty the vault of money and then lock the cashier inside. As you are riding out of town Jesse again throws caution to the wind and begins firing his pistol into the air and cheering. Clell and John soon join in, much to Frank and Cole's disapproval.\n\nReturning to the Younger Farm this time you count the money and find you have stolen $4,000, making your share $600. All the robberies seem so easy that Jesse decides it is time to increase the stakes. He lays out a plan for you all to rob a train in the state of Iowa, a extremely rare crime that is sure to gain the attention of all America. Though Clell and John readily agree to the plan Frank and Cole are more reluctant and only agree on the condition that more men can be brought in to join the Gang. You all agree to meet in the town of Adair, Iowa in two months." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From Banks to Trains..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the pre-dawn morning light you and the rest of the James-Younger Gang assemble outside the busy little town of Adair. Cole and John have brought along their brothers Jim and Bob to join in the robbery. Jim is a steady veteran who you fought alongside during the Civil War, though he seems reluctant to be involved in this robbery, Bob is a likable and reliable young man. You and Clell turn up with Charlie Pitts, a quiet but tough man who is another former Guerrilla. Frank and Jesse arrive with an extremely tall and chatty man called Bill Chadwell. Altogether there are ten of you, including the two James brothers and the four Younger brothers.\n\nThough you held up trains during the War you are all new to peacetime train robbery and you study the railroad trying to think of the best way to get the train to stop near your place of concealment. Predictably it is Jesse who has the idea of using a mental bar and a hammer to tear up the track, reasoning that the driver will see the broken line and halt the train alongside where you will be waiting with the horse. You all agree to the plan. \"Who will tear up the track?\" Cole asks and you all glance among yourselves." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Puzzle", "Serious" ]

[ 502, 457, 264, 101, 28, 16, 4, 12 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\nsci-fi\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nPuzzle, Serious\n\nAs a direct continuation from the Super Heroic ending of the first game, Adam saved humanity from Pandora's Box and did so without killing Eve. She's at the hospital and Adam constantly waits for her to wake up. Things start to get complicated when a criminal empire finds the Pandora's Box virus and starts to turn it into a biological weapon, and if that wasn't enough, Adam has to face a familiar, \"damaged\" foe.\nAgain, this game has powers instead for items and you must select them, the same as you do with items, when the situation calls for it.However, there will be regular items in this game as well, if you find them.\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. and mrs. Cordan are sitting in front of their parked RV They usually take one trip to lake Kreuze once every summer. It's a lake that the desert river runs to. Such an occurrence is rare, and they are glad so few people know about this lake, for if they did, this place would surely be overcrowded.\n\nMrs. Cordan sees something plummet into the lake. It fell down the small waterfall that connects the river to the lake. She tells her husband about it but he says it's probably just a rock. She claims it's too big to be a rock and eventually, he agrees to check it out. They approach the lake and mr. Cordan grabs something from the lake. It is a large rock. He tells mrs. Cordan than she's being too paranoid, but this thing he has in his hands starts to change. The shell giving the illusion that it is a rock starts to de-grow and it reveals an infant child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "17 years later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "17 years have passed. Mr. and mrs. Cordan raised the boy they found in lake Kreuze. He is now Ralph Cordan, just one of the students at the Gorgon high school, and one of the students disappointed with his grade.\n\n\"What bullshit it this? I studied for five hours straight for that test and you're telling me I get a D?\" Ralph shouts at his teacher.\n\n\"I graded you according to your answers Ralph, not according to your efforts. but since you didn't even know that Gorgon city was founded by germans, I doubt you even studied for this test.\"\n\nWith that said, the teacher leaves Ralph to his own frustration." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The teacher approaches her car in the underground parking lot. It is dark and quiet. One of the more scary places in the school. She attempts to open her door, but notices that it is completely gone. Something has ripped the door from the hinges of the car. She notices Ralph behind her.\n\n\"Oh Ralph, you scared me.\"\n\n\"Did I?\"\n\n\"Can you believe this? The entire door is missing? I knew the city's criminals were desperate, but what could they do with a door?\"\n\n\"You'd be surprised what some people can do\"\n\nA bone spike starts to grow from Ralph's wrist and forms a dagger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there is a scream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Four months have passed since the battle at the lighthouse. Eve isn't frozen anymore, but she's been in a coma ever since. I check up on her every day to see if she wakes up. No matter how pissed she may be, I want to be there when she regains consciousness. My skin is still burned, and it will stay that way for the rest of my life. I have a job as a courier, and I've been doing great there. My boss doesn't know that I can run at super human speeds, but as long as he doesn't ask, I'm not lying. I'm glad I managed to save humanity, it would have been a shame if this had all come to an end." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Didn't play the first game. Tell you what happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am Adam. Me and Eve were created and genetically altered by my father, professor Henry Meckard to be the perfect human beings, or the Homo Perfectuses. He had always talked about how we would bring brightness to the world as the evil and corrupted Homo Sapiens would fall before us, but I was too young at the time to fully understand what he meant. The difference between the Homo Perfectuses and the Homo Sapiens, is the fact that a portion of our DNA is tangible, or bendable. This gives us the ability to manipulate our own DNA and change our genetic structure, making us stronger, faster, smarter, even warmer. We have to be careful with this power, as messing with the DNA can be dangerous, even lethal. Like Meckard said, the DNA is like a rubber band, it can be bent, but bend it too much and it breaks.\n\nAs we were practicing our powers, Eve had an accident, she almost bent her DNA too much, reaching the fourth level of five, five being death. This left me alone in the facility, at the same time that a stranger knocked on the front door. I didn't know what it could be, as I had never seen anything from the outside world, but my curiosity forced me to open the door. A nearly dehydrated man collapsed before me and Meckard took him away, but not until I took a book called the Bible from the man. I started reading the Bible, and five years later, I knew it like the back of my hand. But it raised a lot of questions. This started a kind of a rebellion within me that lead to me suspecting Meckard of lying. I tried to investigate further, and found out that he intended to kill off humanity with a virus he had developed, called Pandora's Box. Meckard found out that I ad been snooping around, and after I had grabbed a tape with research footage on Pandora's Box, I ran.\n\nAfter crossing the entire desert, I found myself in a dirt, gritty human city, called Gorgon city. There, I tried to find a way to view the tape I had stolen, but finding a VHS machine was extremely tough. I found an ally though, a human named Mark. He worked at an electronic store, and his knowledge of human technology was of great benefit to me. He helped me find a VHS, and we found out that Pandora's Box was active, but it wasn't airborne. It was however waterborne, and as I had left Meckard with limited options, he would try to go along with his plan despite the fact that his virus couldn't spread in the air. I found out that he intended to use Eve to dry up the ocean, causing an intense downpour on the entire earth that he would use to have his virus reach every human on the planet.\n\nI got there in time to stop Meckard, but he sent Eve do battle me. Realizing I had no other way to save humanity, I was forced to fight the person I was created to love. I couldn't kill her, so I froze her, using her vulnerability to cold, but exposing me to my vulnerability to heat as well. I was left burned, but I managed to drag myself to face Meckard. He explained to me that he was trying to kill of the human society and not just the humans, but that didn't change my motives. I injected him with the entire virus, hoping that it's large quantity would overpower his antivirus and kill him off once and for all. He did start to disintegrate, but in a surprise move, he lounged for the ocean to spread his infection. I managed to cut the infected water away from the rest of the ocean, and froze the infected water with Meckard in it, ending this struggle. I tried to carry Eve back to the city, but passed out on the way. I woke up in a hospital alongside Eve, and found out that Mark found us and drove us there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue on with the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I run towards Mark's apartment, my cell phone rings. I find it a very useful device as I can't bother to run to everyone I have to talk to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You answer the phone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I answer my phone. I have to answer my boss.\n\n\"Yes? Hello?\"\n\n\"Adam, this is Richard.\"\n\n\"Yes. What do you need?\"\n\n\"Come to Spread right away. There is a package that needs to be delivered.\"\n\n\"Right. On my way.\" I say and hang up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run to Spread. (on normal speed)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For some reason, I decide to run over there at a normal speed. It takes time, and when I get there, he looks irritated.\n\n\"Adam. I called you forty minutes ago. What took you so long?\"\n\n\"Nothing. Nevermind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need you to take a package to the docks. Deliver it to Frank Dewitt at pier 14 and be quick.\"\n\n\"Right. On it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab the package." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I take the package and head outside. Richard asked me to hurry, so I should probably increase my speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run at a normal speed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I run all the way to the pier at a normal speed. Richard is probably not going to be happy with how long it'll take for me to deliver the package." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To the pier." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the pier with the package. I approach a man that seems to work there.\n\n\"Excuse me. I'm looking for Frank Dewitt.\"\n\nThe man looks at me and says \"well, looks like you've found him son. What can I do you for?\"\n\n\"I have a package for you.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, splendid. Thank you young man.\"\n\n\"My pleasure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head back for Spread." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I soon arrive at Spread. Richard is standing there, looking disappointed.\n\n\"Adam. You took over an hour to deliver that one package. You've always been so fast. What happened?\" \"\n\nI'm sorry, I just didn't do things like I normally do.\"\n\n\"I hope that next time I send you on an assignment, you won't be fooling around. Your job is to be fast Adam. I don't care if you have a super advanced car or whatever it is, I just care about the customer getting their products.\"\n\n\"Of course Richard. It won't happen again.\"\n\n\"Here. I can't give you the regular for this failure, but I can't give you nothing. You get half the usual.\"\n\nI know I didn't do my best and so I accept that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head for Mark's apartment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the apartment. Mark isn't here. He must be working late at Electricville." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the newspaper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grab the newspaper and have a look at it. The headlines immediately catch my attention.\n\n\"THE BONE KILLER STRIKES AGAIN. This afternoon, Gorgon high school's history teacher Angela McCoy was found dead by her ruined car in the school's underground parking lot. The police have confirmed that the murder weapon is a finely crafted bone dagger, the trademark of the bone killer. The bone killer has been around for over ten years now. Starting with a seven year old boy Anton Smith, but the police have yet to find him.\"\n\nI've heard a little about this guy. Just rumors, but it has caught my attention." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've read the article about the bone killer. What else should I do until Mark arrives?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the fridge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mark enters the apartment. Mark bends down, grabs the newspaper and approaches me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you seen this?\" Mark says.\n\nI nod and say \"you mean about the bone killer, right? Yeah. I read it. Bad stuff.\"\n\n\"His first victim was a seven year old kid. A seven year old kid? I'm surprised even a murderer is that sick.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elsewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ralph is sitting in his room, watching a movie on his computer. His parents enter the room. Ralph looks at them but otherwise completely ignores their existence.\n\n\"Ralph. We need to talk to you.\"\n\n\"About what?\"\n\n\"About your teacher.\"\n\nRalph looks at his parents.\n\n\"Which one?\"\n\n\"The...the one that died. Angela.\"\n\n\"Yeah. It's a tragedy.\"\n\nMr. Cordan looks at his wife, sighs and then looks at Ralph again.\n\n\"We know what you can do Ralph.\"\n\nRalph looks at his parents.\n\n\"What are you talking about?\"\n\n\"You know what we're talking about. We knew ever since you we're a baby. You have always been able to...do things with your bones.\"\n\nRalph looks away.\n\n\"Ralph. We also know what you've been doing with your abilities. First that bully back in elementary school, then the detective, then the shop owner and now your teacher? This has to stop.\"\n\n\"How do you...\"\n\n\"At first, it was only suspicions, but these are all people that you felt wronged you and all the reports said that the victims were killed by sharp bones. We eventually had to face the truth.\" Mr. Cordan says.\n\n\"It's okay Ralph. You've just got to get some help. That's all.\"\n\nRalph stares at the floor.\n\n\"Do...do you know why I can do all these things?\"\n\nMr. and Mrs. Cordan look at one another.\n\n\"You...you aren't our biological son. Seventeen years ago, we found you in lake Kreuze. You had created a shell around yourself to protect you from the pointy rocks and the currents. We took you and raised you as our son.\" Ralph looks into the floor.\n\n\"Are you saying that my true parents...discarded me?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry Ralph. But we're still your parents. Maybe not your biological ones, but we still love you. And we're going to give you the help you need.\"\n\nRalph slowly nods and stands up, offering his parents to hug him. Mr. and Mrs. Cordan smile and hug Ralph. Ralph's smile turns diabolical and he generates bone spikes from his shoulders, piercing through both of his parent's chest. He then de-grows the bones and his parents fall motionless to the floor. Ralph picks up a few supplies and then he leaves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to Adam." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After our discussion about the bone killer, Mark informs me that he is going to the cinema to see a movie. I haven't checked on Eve all day, but her condition probably hasn't changed. I also haven't on the frozen lake by the lighthouse in about a week. It's all the way across the desert, so the chances someone ran into it are slim, but it couldn't hurt to check." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the movies with Mark. (requires 100$)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go to the cinema with Mark. It's nice to have a little human time and not be jumping around rooftops for a change. We go see the new Superman movie, but the series have been remade several times. I come out filled with thoughts on the similarities between Superman and me. We are both from a place people would normally consider fictional, capable of doing things no one else can, and use those powers to help a race not yours from members of their own race. I may not go as far as wear tights, and I'm not as active as a, what did they call it again? Superhero? Yeah, Superman is more active as a superhero. I just take care of bad people if I happen to come across them but he goes out and finds them.\n\nI've spent some time with Mark, but now onto more serious matters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go check on Eve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the hospital through an open window. There's always one certain window left open that I use. I'm always busy during visitor hours.\n\nThere she is, still unconscious. She looks like an angel. I know she's not sleeping, but I still have to say she looks beautiful when she sleeps. I've been watching a lot of movies. I didn't understand why I was so protective of her. I first considered her to be my sister, but that's not true. I love her. I don't know if I'll be able to live with myself if she never wakes up, but if she does wake up, clearly, today is not the day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go check on Pandora's Box." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pandora's Box is dangerous and I have to make sure it is not in a compromising situation. I leave the city and approach the line separating Gorgon city from the desert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk through the desert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk through the desert in the writhing heat. I don't know if I'll be able to tolerate it much longer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep walking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I keep walking through the desert, using none of my powers. The heat soon causes me to fall unconscious and after a few hours, it kills me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk through the desert in the writhing heat. I don't know if I'll be able to tolerate it much longer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Means of protection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't do anything to reduce the time spent in the desert, instead, I make sure I'll be able to tolerate it by increasing my body temperature so much that the desert actually feels rather cool." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To the lighthouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I start to see the top of the lighthouse I confronted Meckard in. But as I approach it, I see something horrifying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lake is gone. I stand there and see the empty pool that was filled with the frozen Pandora's Box virus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clues." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one would just take a frozen lake. Someone intentionally stole the virus. Maybe I should look around for clues." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tracks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my vision and look around. I see footsteps all over the place. Whoever took Pandora's Box wasn't traveling alone. Additionally, I notice tire tracks heading to and away from the lake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow the tire tracks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I start to follow the tracks, but they go a long way through the desert. The heat is unbearable and I don't know how long I'll be able to take it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue walking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I keep walking through the desert, using none of my powers. The heat soon causes me to fall unconscious and after a few hours, it kills me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I start to follow the tracks, but they go a long way through the desert. The heat is unbearable and I don't know how long I'll be able to take it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heat wave this!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I continue to follow the tire tracks, increasing my heat in order to tolerate the desert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I see something in the horizon. As I approach, I see that it is a warehouse. It's a strange place for a warehouse and can't be in usage for regular purposes. Maybe even illegal purposes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the warehouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the warehouse and immediately see a substantial number of guns lying on shelves all over the place. I hear a faint voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go further into the warehouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk into the next room but is immediately gunned down by three armed gangsters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the warehouse and immediately see a substantial number of guns lying on shelves all over the place. I hear a faint voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Voices." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my hearing in order to listen to the conversation taking place further in the warehouse. I hear the first voice say \"Be careful to wear the gloves when you touch it. You saw what happened to Ray.\"\n\n\"Yeah. The bastard was more sand than the actual sand.\"\n\n\"Don't make fun of his death you fool.\"\n\n\"Sorry. I'm just happy with running into this gold-mine.\"\n\n\"You know all this is going to Carson, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but still.\"\n\n\"Let's just finish loading this thing into the car. The other's already left.\"\n\nThey're talking about Pandora's Box!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue listening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In order to gather as much information as I possibly can, I continue listening to them.\n\n\"So where are we going?\"\n\n\"To Techno. If there's anyone who can turn this thingy into a weapon, it's him.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Who would'a guessed Carson's brother was a friggin gangstah scientist.\"\n\n\"You guys aren't much use. You're just let me do all the work while you talk about the obvious? Hurry the fuck up! Carson'll be on that screen in no time and he ain't gonna like seeing us slacking.\"\n\nThey're moving. I have to get there!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You move in!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the room on the other side of the warehouse and see a large garage that has room for many cars and doors for each of them. There is however just one car in the entire garage and in it, I see a frozen block from the Pandora's Box infected water, just before one of the guys there closes the trunk. There are a bunch of large crates in the room, but I don't smell Pandora's Box in any of them so I shouldn't focus on that. There are three guys there and they all look like they have guns. One of them notices me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my strength and leap at the guy who noticed me. He takes a shot, but shoots at where I was instead for at me in the air and so I land on him and beat him down. The other two have now noticed me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Too slow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased strength, I run at the guy closer to me. He shoots at me, but I then punch him in the face. The other one shoots at me as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Headbutt" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my strength and lash my head at the last guy's. He receives a skull fracture and is down, so are all the other guys." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I proceed to the truck and suddenly see a face on a vid-screen close by." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Carson." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Carson\" I say as I knew he'd be checking up on the guys I just took out.\n\n\"Oh. And who might you be? You're not one of mine.\"\n\n\"No. I'm not.\"\n\n\"You seem to have something that belongs to me.\"\n\n\"No. You have something that belongs to me, and I'm going to find it. Who is your brother?\"\n\n\"Techno? You seem to be more informed than I thought. No matter. If you do find him, which I doubt you will, he'll kill you.\"\n\n\"You'll be surprised.\"\n\n\"The burn victim is going to surprise me? I'm thrilled.\" Carson says and turns off the screen.\n\nThere is a fridge nearby. I place the frozen Pandora's Box cube in there and melt the metal together with my increased body temperature. to store the virus there safely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elsewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ralph arrives at Lake Kreuze in the car he stole from his parents. It's not like they'll need it. He sees the lake and extends a bone tendril into it. The tendril returns with a small old fractured baby skull. He constructs a bone shell around it and keeps it in his pocket. He looks up and sees the river. Ralph walks along the river further into the desert.\n\nHe sees a metallic construct in the distance. Ralph enters the facility and sees almost everything empty. He walks around and sees all these different rooms. Someone lived here. He sees a picture with a boy who looks like a younger version of him. There is writing on the picture. Adam? Ralph explore the room close by and sees a different picture. This time it is of a girl. Eve?\n\nRalph continues to walk around and enters a some kind of an office. He sees a robot lying motionless on the floor with a pipe spliced into his chest. What the hell was going on here. This could be where he was from. He finds a desk and uncovers some files from there. Project: Eden? Pandora's Box? Project: Eden-Damaged? He reads the files and a tear runs down his chin. He knows now where he comes from and what the skull he found was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to Adam." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The virus was taken away with a group of trucks, just like the one I stopped from leaving. I see tracks leading away from the warehouse, but as I follow them, they start to fade and soon, the wind has completely erased them. I'll clearly have to approach this from a different angle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter complete. Click here to continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sit in Mark's apartment and eat an apple. It's good to renew myself after the little battle in the warehouse. Mark is there and I just explained the situation to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So why is Carson's brother called Techno?\"\n\n\"I don't know for sure, but I suspect he's the scientist of the group and his less intelligent friends nicknamed him that.\"\n\n\"And he's going to turn Pandora's Box into a weapon? How?\"\n\n\"I don't know how, I don't even know if he can. But I can't take that chance. Can you find out where he is?\"\n\n\"I might be able to if you find out what his name is.\"\n\n\"Maybe there's something at the warehouse.\"\n\n\"You're right. If Carson told them to take the virus there, there has to be some kind of record they kept of their plans.\"\n\n\"Let's hope so.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back to the warehouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's a long and dull way, but I go back through the desert and get back into the warehouse. I arrive there and should probably take a look around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Spot on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my vision and scan the area for any possible information. I find a telephone lying on the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the telephone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a telephone on the floor. It must belong to one of Carson's guys." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Carson\" I say as I knew he'd be checking up on the guys I just took out.\n\n\"Oh. And who might you be? You're not one of mine.\"\n\n\"No. I'm not.\"\n\n\"You seem to have something that belongs to me.\"\n\n\"No. You have something that belongs to me, and I'm going to find it. Who is your brother?\"\n\n\"Techno? You seem to be more informed than I thought. No matter. If you do find him, which I doubt you will, he'll kill you.\"\n\n\"You'll be surprised.\"\n\n\"The burn victim is going to surprise me? I'm thrilled.\" Carson says and turns off the screen.\n\nThere is a fridge nearby. I place the frozen Pandora's Box cube in there and melt the metal together with my increased body temperature. to store the virus there safely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You skip it. (you will miss out on the story)." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The virus was taken away with a group of trucks, just like the one I stopped from leaving. I see tracks leading away from the warehouse, but as I follow them, they start to fade and soon, the wind has completely erased them. I'll clearly have to approach this from a different angle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased strength, I run at the guy closer to me. He shoots at me, but I then punch him in the face. The other one shoots at me as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Takedown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With my increased speed, I run up to the final guy and punch him in the face. He falls down and now all the three guys are down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I proceed to the truck and suddenly see a face on a vid-screen close by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the room on the other side of the warehouse and see a large garage that has room for many cars and doors for each of them. There is however just one car in the entire garage and in it, I see a frozen block from the Pandora's Box infected water, just before one of the guys there closes the trunk. There are a bunch of large crates in the room, but I don't smell Pandora's Box in any of them so I shouldn't focus on that. There are three guys there and they all look like they have guns. One of them notices me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least you're not dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and run directly at the guy who noticed me. He manages to shoot and hit me in my arm, but I also speed at him and take him down. The others notice me and pull out their guns. I am however much closer to the next guy than I was to the guy I just beat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Too slow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With increased strength, I run at the guy closer to me. He shoots at me, but I then punch him in the face. The other one shoots at me as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and run directly at the guy who noticed me. He manages to shoot and hit me in my arm, but I also speed at him and take him down. The others notice me and pull out their guns. I am however much closer to the next guy than I was to the guy I just beat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Double beatdown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Using my speed, I run into the remaining two guys and take them both down before they can do anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I proceed to the truck and suddenly see a face on a vid-screen close by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and run directly at the guy who noticed me. He manages to shoot and hit me in my arm, but I also speed at him and take him down. The others notice me and pull out their guns. I am however much closer to the next guy than I was to the guy I just beat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A quick victory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my vocal power and start shouting. The guys in the room start writhing in pain and I see blood coming from their ears. They are most likely gone for, but it's not like they didn't have it coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I proceed to the truck and suddenly see a face on a vid-screen close by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the room on the other side of the warehouse and see a large garage that has room for many cars and doors for each of them. There is however just one car in the entire garage and in it, I see a frozen block from the Pandora's Box infected water, just before one of the guys there closes the trunk. There are a bunch of large crates in the room, but I don't smell Pandora's Box in any of them so I shouldn't focus on that. There are three guys there and they all look like they have guns. One of them notices me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A quick victory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my vocal power and start shouting. The guys in the room start writhing in pain and I see blood coming from their ears. They are most likely gone for, but it's not like they didn't have it coming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In order to gather as much information as I possibly can, I continue listening to them.\n\n\"So where are we going?\"\n\n\"To Techno. If there's anyone who can turn this thingy into a weapon, it's him.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Who would'a guessed Carson's brother was a friggin gangstah scientist.\"\n\n\"You guys aren't much use. You're just let me do all the work while you talk about the obvious? Hurry the fuck up! Carson'll be on that screen in no time and he ain't gonna like seeing us slacking.\"\n\nThey're moving. I have to get there!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Familiar scent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my smelling systems and sniff into the air. I smell a scent I couldn't mistake for anything. Pandora's Box. Whoever took it, this is where they are. I still hear some voices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You approach with care." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the room on the other side of the warehouse and see a large garage that has room for many cars and doors for each of them. There is however just one car in the entire garage and in it, I see a frozen block from the Pandora's Box infected water, just before one of the guys there closes the trunk. There are a bunch of large crates in the room, but I don't smell Pandora's Box in any of them so I shouldn't focus on that. There are three guys there and they all look like they have guns. One of them notices me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my hearing in order to listen to the conversation taking place further in the warehouse. I hear the first voice say \"Be careful to wear the gloves when you touch it. You saw what happened to Ray.\"\n\n\"Yeah. The bastard was more sand than the actual sand.\"\n\n\"Don't make fun of his death you fool.\"\n\n\"Sorry. I'm just happy with running into this gold-mine.\"\n\n\"You know all this is going to Carson, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but still.\"\n\n\"Let's just finish loading this thing into the car. The other's already left.\"\n\nThey're talking about Pandora's Box!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You approach with care." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the room on the other side of the warehouse and see a large garage that has room for many cars and doors for each of them. There is however just one car in the entire garage and in it, I see a frozen block from the Pandora's Box infected water, just before one of the guys there closes the trunk. There are a bunch of large crates in the room, but I don't smell Pandora's Box in any of them so I shouldn't focus on that. There are three guys there and they all look like they have guns. One of them notices me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my hearing in order to listen to the conversation taking place further in the warehouse. I hear the first voice say \"Be careful to wear the gloves when you touch it. You saw what happened to Ray.\"\n\n\"Yeah. The bastard was more sand than the actual sand.\"\n\n\"Don't make fun of his death you fool.\"\n\n\"Sorry. I'm just happy with running into this gold-mine.\"\n\n\"You know all this is going to Carson, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but still.\"\n\n\"Let's just finish loading this thing into the car. The other's already left.\"\n\nThey're talking about Pandora's Box!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Familiar scent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my smelling systems and sniff into the air. I smell a scent I couldn't mistake for anything. Pandora's Box. Whoever took it, this is where they are. I still hear some voices." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Previously Featured", "Science Fiction", "War" ]

[ 507, 351, 271, 113, 29, 11, 15, 22 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: sci-fi\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Science Fiction, War\nUse this as a starting point: Take control of General Achilles, a human General trying to lead the human fleet to prosperity through politics and military means, while dealing with keeping humanity and it's allies together, dealing with a barbaric race of raiders and a powerful alien alliance. Will humanity crush it's enemies under it's boots? Will you form a peaceful coalition between all species? Or will you become humanity's downfall?\nThis is my first game, which I made with the help of Steve24833. I really hope you enjoy it. Please comment on any bugs, mistakes or other screw-ups I made.\nHey, the sequel's here, Achilles II: The Chykri. Enjoy it!\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are General Achilles. Humanity has long left Earth, and went to the stars in a massive fleet. the Fleet consists of a half dozen Titan Ships, capable of holding an immense population the size of nations, with massive farms, water recycling planets, power stations, and everything that could be required for human life to prosper. You've recently been promoted to General and a member of the Council, and are now not only in charge of military operations, but politics. Humanity has discovered many new species, including the Garavan, the many species who make up the Alliance, and the Remnants, Chosen and Tarn, who've formed a Coalition with you, as well as the Clones. Is there anything you want to learn about, or would you like to start?\n\n(The Stats ALLIANCE and GARAVAN are for reputation and relationship among the Garavan Species and the Alliance. STRENGTH is the strength of the human fleet. UNITY is the unity of the Coalition between Humanity, the Remnants, the Clones, Chosen and Tarn.)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up with a start. Your wife is still fast asleep, and won't need to wake up for another hour. Your pets, Blitz, your dog, and King, your Red Tortoise, are also asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take a Shower" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the bathroom, and turn on the shower. You quickly bathe, before getting dressed in your suit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go outside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk outside, where your security detail is waiting, two cybernetically-enchanced bodyguards named Connor Murphy and Blaze Goud.\n\n\"Good morning, Sir.\" Murphy says, smiling.\n\n\"Good evening, Gentlemen.\" You reply, pulling out a cigar. \"What's the plan for today?\"\n\n\"Mrs Chang has requested your presence, and a meeting with our allies.\" Goud said, taking out a lighter and lighting your cigar.\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n\"Shall we head to Mrs Chang?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mrs Chang is a old bag. She's probably planning on lecturing me on some Garavan Etiquette, or the grammar of Moogli Language. Let's get a drink.\"\n\nYou go to the bar, and get an Irish Coffee to wake yourself up. You relax, and have breakfast, before reading the news. The Fleet has spotted a new system full of valuable resources, but infected by a bug species. As General, you'll probably have to deal with that sooner or later.\n\n\"General. We have the meeting. Shall we go?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit on a leather chair. Your security detail stands to your side. In front of you is General Alex-Alpha and Commander Delta-19. General Alex-Alpha is a tall man with short blond hair, and tanned skin. He's the product of Cloning, and through genetics and hard-work has become a General in the United Clone Fleet.\n\nCommander Delta-19 is a massive Robot, one of the Commanders of the Remnants. He stands at twelve feet, and is humanoid and made of alien alloys you're not familiar with.\n\n\"General Achilles! It's a pleasure to see you, my friend!\" Alex-Alpha smiles, holding up his palm, a Clone greeting.\n\n\"Good Morning, Commander. I hope your sleep cycle was pleasant.\" Delta-19 says. \"I'll get to the point. General Alex-Alpha and his associates want to make strike at the nearby system. It is inhabited by a species of large instectoid aliens. There's a large amount of fossil fuels that we could use. I have pledged the support of the Remnants to act as the heavy troopers. Humanity's military has considerably strength, and your support would help us achieve these goals.\"\n\n\"We require four Leviathan Battleships to conquer the system completely so we can start fuel extraction. We would split the fuel evenly, of course. Do you agree?\" General Alpha-Alex asked, raising an eyebrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I agree\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah! Excellent! I'll make the arrangements at once. Did you know my DNA-giver was the Pilot on a ATLAS Fighter? I have a fondness for them.\" The Clone responds.\n\n\"This is good. I fought with humans in the Thar'Garavan War. A Human Commando saved my life. I promise, I'll take care of your men.\" The Remnant adds.\n\n\"Thank you, gentlemen. I'll send you the Pride of Cork, the Xeno Hunter, the Champion of Earth and the Zeus' Warrior.\"\n\n\"Perfect. We'll leave you to your other arrangements. Thank you, General.\" General Alex-Alpha smiled, nodded curtly and walked out of the room.\n\nCommander Delta-19 stares directly at you,\n\n\"This deal is not very profitable for you. I'm sure there's more profitable ventures you could take. Why are you doing this, may I ask?\"\n\n\"I'm just helping my friends, Commander.\"\n\n\"Understood. In the future, the Remnants will make sure to help our friends. Goodbye, General.\"\n\nYou both turn, and exit the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You spend the rest of the day discussing military procedures with the four captains you're sending with the Remnants and Clones, before picking the soldiers to accompany them. Finally, you retire to your room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into your bedroom as the sun would be setting back on Earth. Your wife has already set the table, and you notice your son and his fiance are at the table.\n\n\"Junior! Michael! How are you?\" You say, smiling at your son and his partner.\n\n\"I'm cooking steak for dinner.\" Your wife says as you lean in and give her a kiss.\n\n\"Farm-raised or lab-grown?\" You ask.\n\n\"Farm-raised.\"\n\nYou smile, before sitting down to dinner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days later, you're sitting in the control room of a Behemoth Starship. The Ship's role is to store a massive amount of water for the rest of the fleet, and to maintain a sizeable population. You're paying the ship a visit to make sure everything's up to code and morale is reasonable. You stare around you at the massive monitors that display the surrounding space.\n\n\"General, we have over a dozen small ships coming up on the radar. Six boarding craft and six fighters, as well as a large Supply Ship. Allegiance unknown. What are your orders?\"\n\n\"Do we have any ships on patrol?\"\n\n\"None, sir.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Open fire!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Captain nods, and relays the order to the Gunnery Decks. The ships main guns open fire, and within a few seconds two of the fighters and four of the boarding craft are destroyed. Your Auxilary Guns destroy another two fighters. The remaining boarding craft attach onto your ship via claws, and the fighters began making straffing runs against the ships guns in an effort to destroy them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sir, a group of pirates have boarded and captured the ship's pump controls. They want to talk to whoever's in command.\" The Captain says. \"You're the Senior Officer, sir.\"\n\n\"Patch them through.\"\n\nThe Main Monitor's view of open space is replaced with a picture of a heavily scarred Human pirate.\n\n\"Captain, Oh, you're not a Captain. You're a general, if I can remember my uniforms.\"\n\n\"You're boarding a Human Ship. Surrender now, and no one else dies.\"\n\n\"Go to hell! Here's what's going to happen: You're going to let us pump whatever water we can into our Supply Carrier, and get the hell off this ship. No deaths needed. All you need to do is keep your fighters grounded and keep your marines away from the Pumping Stations. Make the right choice.\"\n\nThe Transmission ends.\n\n\"General, what do we do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Do what the pirates want.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sir?\"\n\n\"No one else needs to die. Let them get their precious water.\"\n\nThe Pirates pump their supply ship full of water, and quickly leave the ship. The pirate ships begin to fly off.\n\n\"Sir? The pirates are leaving peacefully. Should we open fire?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Yes\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your ship's main guns open fire, and the pirate ships are quickly wiped out. A Fighter manages to escape, but the rest are all destroyed. You lost some water, but the pirates are dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Planet of Eden-12 is a massive hub of life and nature. The planet has been declared a nature reserve by the Coalition. The planet holds groves of exotic plant life, herds of exotic alien beasts, packs of roaming Walkers, forests of Life Trees and a huge number of other species. The planet is notable for the Moi, a species of blind whales that inhabit Eden-12's massive oceans that have been studied to be incredibly intelligent, possibly close to the intelligence of sentient species like Humans and Probiscans, though they've been quite elusive to studying teams. Humans have even began introducing species of Earth-origins onto Eden-12 that don't interfere with the natural species. The planet has recently been disturbed by a large group of Garavan hunters who hunt down and poach animals to sell and eat. They've been hunting massive amounts of native species, including using depth charges and harpoons to kill massive amounts of Moi. The Coalition Public is appalled by this and many depend military action against the Garavan Poachers. As the planet has little strategic value and is little intrinsic value, protecting the planet would be more of a move to influence voting and gain popularity for the re-election, though this would damage the Coalition's relationship with the Garavan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You send soldiers to fight off the poachers" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You send a small company of soldiers aboard an Ares Frigate to wipe out the poachers. The poachers are repelled from Eden-12 without incident, gaining you some popularity among Earth, though your killing of the poachers slightly damages your relationship with the Garavan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"General, you have a visitor. He's unarmed, but he's a Moogli. Those creatures have no loyalty and could snap a man like a twig.\"\n\n\"Send him in.\" You reply\n\nA massive, furry humanoid alien walks into your office. It's white-furred, and the fur around it's heart has been painted black, showing it to be part of the Black Hearts. While most Moogli are quite peaceful, and believe you should never harm anyone unless they've been proved to be evil, the Black Heart members believe that you should only refrain from harming someone for your own benefits when they've been proven to be good. As such, they make excellent bounty-hunters and assassins.\n\n\"Hello.\" The alien growls in a deep tone. \"I am Ra'Karr. I have recently come into the ability to gain access to the Thar'Garavan Flagship, where Humans are negotiating with all of the Garavan tribes. The Garavan and Humanity have long been enemies, and I am here to offer my services. For supplies and money, I will infiltrate the flagship, and eliminate the several Garavan leaders. Shall we discuss the terms?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I'm sure we could come to an arrangement.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ra'Karr smiles, and you discuss the terms and targets. A few days later, you find out that several Garavan Leaders have been killed, and the Garavan have fallen into infighting because of it. Though this will lead to the Garavan becoming more suspicious of every other alien races, this only means that humanity will have more resources to use, now that the Garavan aren't as big as a threat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sir, we've discovered an abandoned ship. It's of Sciartt origins.\" Blaze says to you.\n\nYou stand up from your desk, and take a final look at the project you were working on, a new fund to help find homes for retired war dogs and red tortoises.\n\n\"Sciarrt ships? The Sciarrt are extinct.\"\n\n\"As you know, Sciarrt technology makes up a lot of the Garavan military's tech. The Sciartt are from a region of space behind the Garavan space, so nearly everything we know of the Sciartt is from the Garavan. The majority of the Sciartt were killed when their sun expanded into a red giant, leaving only those on ships at the time alive.\"\n\nYou enter the command bridge, and Blaze leads you to a massive monitor showing a small boarding ship approach the Sciarrt ship.\n\n\"The Ship's engines were active as recently as a few days, but there's now no signs of live aboard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait patiently" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a few minutes, the boarding party finally land. They attach breather mask and scuba gear to survive into the ship, and quickly breach the hull. Water floods out, but the boarding party block the leak and disappear into the ship. You look to a monitor and watch through a helmet-mounted camera as the boarding party make their way through the ship.\n\nThe inside of the ship is a battleground. Dead Sciartt float, harpoons and shrapnel piercing their bodies. Still, those aren't the only bodies you spot. Dead Garavan, wearing breather masks, float nearby.\n\n\"Head to the bridge.\" Your say.\n\nYou watch as the boarding party head to the bridge. Here, there are dozens of corpses floating around in the water that fills the ship, all with holes in their body from shrapnel.\n\n\"Garavan must have found the ship before we did. The Scairt put up a hell of a fight. They must have detonated the bridge to kill the Garavan, and themselves.\" Blaze says.\n\n\"Search for any survivors. Execute the Garavan on sight. If you see Scairt, assist them.\"\n\nSuddenly, a Thar'Garavan ship drops out of a wormhole space. Your Leviathan defense ships quickly move into a defensive position, but the Thar'Garavan ship doesn't open fire.\n\n\"Sir! They're trying to hail us on our radio!\"\n\nYou grab the radio, and turn it on.\n\n\"Greetings, Human Captain. I am Lesser Chief Dom. This ship is ours for scavenge. Our scavengers found it.\"\n\n\"You massacred the people on board.\"\n\n\"They opened fire on our greeting party, and attempted to attack our ship. It was in self defense. Please turn over the ship to us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You turn over the Ship" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You withdraw your boarding party, and the Thar'Garavan use their tractor beam to take the ship. The Thar'Garavan quickly leave with the Scairt ship.\n\n\"Thank you, Human Captain. I am grateful there was no need for violence.\"\n\nYou sigh, and the ship quickly leaves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As a Council Member and a General of the Coalition military, you don't get a lot fo free time. Thankfully, you enjoy your line of work, and even more thankfully your wife understands why you're always busy. Still, you've managed to secure a day-off, turned off all possible communication devices that would remind you of work, and retired to your room. What would you like to do with your free time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay at home with your wife" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You retire in front of the TV and your wife snuggles in next to you. You turn on a Cooking Show. What you find interesting is that the head chef is a Garavan, who is preparing what looks like a delicious dish.\n\n\"Of all the meats, I have prepared, I have a few favorites. I enjoy Human, Walker and Venison. As this show will ear in Coalition Space, I have neglected to use human. But today, I will showcase the Venison-stuffed with Walker meat, with a side of boiled Garavan scales and moleflower berries.\"\n\nYour wife changes the show, to one of those generic vehicle restoration shows. A group of Human and Clone Engineers are attempting to make a working, to scale model of the Millennium Falcon, the Enterprise and the Sun-Devourer, all ships from ancient Sci-Fi shows from beyond the discovery of wormhole travel, that fans of the show will apparently pay good money for. You watch that for a while, before eventually turning to a show about documentary about Remnants Simulations. Apparently, the Remnants have an incredibly advanced simulation system, so their primary form of entertainment is like an advanced form of video games. Remnants can practice anything from invading Earth, to fighting pirates to fighting against massive space krakens in these simulations. Finally, you watch a show on fear tactics. The show claims that humanity's use of flamethrowers is invaluable as the Probiscans fear fire, and thus the weapon damages enemy morale without even being used.\n\nYou continue watching TV until you get bored, and start preparing dinner. You have very few skills besides military skills, but you've always been a great cook. You make baked potatoes, farm-grown chicken burgers, a moleflower salad and for desert, chocolate mousse. You have a loverly dinner with your wife, and eventually to your dismay you find the day's over. Still, it was a nice day. You need to start requesting more free time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The day you've been dreading has arrived. After the Thar'Garavan war, several atrocities came to light. Thar'Garavan Warriors tortured prisoners for information, butchered civilians and set fire to hospitals. Alliance Soldiers who supported to the Thar'Garavan were found to execute Coalition prisoners. Coalition Soldiers were found to execute prisoners and target Alliance non-war assets. So the leaders of the Alliance, Coalition and Thar'Garavan have finally managed to organize a trial for war criminals. As a soldier in the war and the current Council Member for the Military, your words will have a lot of weight. You sit with the other eleven Council Members, the Remnant Generals, the Clone Generals and the Chosen High-Priests. To your right sit the Thar'Garavan Chieftains, to your left sit the Alliance War Council. The first war criminals come in. Ex-General Cameron Wake, and Supreme Hunter Dart Long-Claw.\n\nGeneral Cameron Wake led the Coalition forces in the war. You were his Lieutenant, a roll that normally involves no actual combat, but the ferocity of Thar'Garavan attacks meant everyone, including Wake, picked up a gun and fought. Wake's black hair has turned grey with age, and he's been brought from retirement to stand for his actions.\n\nSupreme Hunter Dart Long-Claw is a Thar'Garavan. As far as Thar'Garavan go, he's a nice enough lizard. He released captured prisoners if they had fought well, and kept the rest rather than killing them. He avoided civilian targets and made a point of fighting on the front lines with the rest of his soldiers.\n\n\"General Wake and Supreme Hunter Long-Claw stand accused of treating dead enemy soldiers with disgraceful tactics.\" Mrs Chang says. \"The Thar'Garavan accuse General Wake of feeding the bodies of Thar'Garavan to worms and bugs. General Wake maintains that he was only burying the bodies, as it human tradition. We accuse the Supreme Hunter of feeding our soldiers to his own men. The Supreme Hunter maintains that that is a Thar'Garavan tradition, like human burial. Please vote for what punishments they shall retrieve.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Punish General Wake" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand up.\n\n\"The General has, through his own ignorance, fed honorable warriors to the bugs of the earth. These cannot be allowed. All humans should learn enemy culture, not ignore it. The General should be imprisoned for five years.\"\n\nThere's uproar from the crowds and even your other Council Members. The General and the Supreme Hunter both look shocked. There's debate among the leaders and the five year sentence is brought down to two years and a fine.\n\nThe next case is less of a case of human ignorance. A group of Black-Heart Moogli Snipers hunted medics, wounded soldiers, civilians and in some cases, children. They argue that anyone found in the battleground is, in some way, part of the enemy war machine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pardon them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand to make your point.\n\n\"The Moogli culture have a weak concept of civilians, and the Black Hearts have no concept whatsoever. I will not blame them for it. I vote for a full pardon.\"\n\nA chorus of angry replies bursts out from both the Coalition and even the Thar'Garavan. The various leaders of the sentient species quickly make their case in response to yours. The punishment goes from being a possible death sentence to dropping to twenty years, then five years of labor. You've just annoyed a lot of people, but by the grins of the sniper units, you know have a new group of friends in the Alliance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You continue going through the cases in a similar fashion. You feel no remorse for the cold monsters who committed atrocities in the war, no matter what the side. Of note is a large group of Thar'Garavan executed for torture, a Clone commando who planted explosives in Thar'Garavan medical stations, a human sergeant who had executed dozens of surrendering soldiers.\n\nWhat does get you, however, are the special cases. There's a lot of issues with fighting another species. It's the guys who've made mistakes and are filled with guilt and remorse that really reminds you of the harsh realities of war. There's a group of human soldiers who opened fire on a group of small, toothy Garavan, assuming they were a Garavan subspecies only to find they were actually children. Another group wiped out a group of Thar'Garavan who were surrendering, confusing their raising their swords, a Garavan tradition that surrendering warriors would take, as the Thar'Garavan preparing to charge. A Probiscan chef poisoned dozens of Coalition prisoners by forgetting what substances were poisonous to them. All of these were good, innocent people who made a mistake, and now have to suffer for it, both from the punishments they receive and the guilt they'll suffer. Still you make your way through the trial and when it ends, you leave and go back to working with the military." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fear of death has arisen in every single sentient Alien species. Because of this, the search for immortal has gone on since man first stood upright. The Eternal Project is attempting to find the solution. After attempting to make an anti-aging serum, they've now started to research the idea of uploading one's consciousness into computers. They promise that soon, people will be able to live forever, and great minds will survive the tests of time. Of course, many believe this research in unethical. As a Council Member, your support or denouncement for this will help allow it to prosper or get it banned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You support the Eternal Project" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to support the Eternal Project. They quickly begin getting results and they show great promise of achieving their goals, eventually. This causes several Alliance and Thar'Garavan Scientists and Great Thinkers to leave and join the Coalition in hopes of taking part in the Project should it succeed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Universe Conference is a yearly conference where all sentient species are invited to discuss technology developments, Alliances and culture. In theory it was meant to be a place where the brightest minds of the universe discussed ways to make life better for all species. In practice, it's a time where politicians rub shoulders and make deals. Despite your hatred for politicians, you still are one, and thus are required to attend the Universe Conference. This year it's going to take place on a Tarn ship called Forward Claw. As the Council Members shuttle to the Forward Claw lands, the doors open to reveal a group of Tarn drones armed with assault rifles.\n\n\"Greetings, Council Members. I am Tarn, as I hope you would know.\" One of the Drones says, stepping forward. \"It's a pleasure to see you. Shall I escort you to the dining room?\"\n\nMrs Chang steps forward and smiles.\n\n\"It a pleasure to be here. We would love to go to the dining room.\"\n\nYou're led along the hallways by the Tarn Drones. One of them turns to you.\n\n\"Greetings, General. It's a pleasure to see you again.\"\n\n\"Hello, Tarn.\"\n\n\"I remember I had a dozen bodies under your command against ten times as many Thar'Garavan. I was sure we'd all get massacred, but I only lost two bodies, and the Thar'Garavan were crushed. I'm glad to be on your side. You'd be a fearsome enemy, General.\"\n\n\"If we were to talk about fearsome enemies, I think you'd be the worst person to have as an enemy. You've lived for millions of years and have countless drones under your command.\"\n\n\"True. But, I'm forgiving and kind. I saw you beat a Garavan assassin to death. You're scary man. Ah, we're here.\"\n\nTwo doors slide open, revealing several large dining tables with various species.\n\n\"Council Members, feel free to take a seat. We have various foods to appease all species, though I would ask for you to please ask one of my bodies before you eat anything, before you find out there's a poisonous food that looks exactly like chicken soup. You're free to eat or talk to whoever you want, just please don't start any fights.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly survey the room. There's an open seat at the dining table. You also notice Probiscan Admiral Yarcal sitting alone at the bar. The Moogli Tactician Doet is enjoying a cigar in the corner. There's a Tarn Drone leaning agaisnt a railing, holding an assault rifle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Yarcal" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk to the bar, where Admiral Yarcel sits. He wears a navy blue uniform covered in several brilliant medals made from polished seashells, and has translator strapped around his face. There's over a dozen empty shot glasses surround him.\n\n\"Human Liquor. It's delicious, but there's barely any alcohol in it. I've had piss that's more alcoholic than this. Than again, it doesn't take much booze to get a dry species like humans to get drunk. No offence.\"\n\n\"None taken.\" You reply.\n\n\"Good. I'm sick of prissy little shits taking offense at my bloody language and insults. I'm a navy man, I swear a lot. I actually had to have my translator modified to include a hell of a lotta more swears. The other day, I commented how the Moogli are big bastards, and one of them took offense. I don't even know why I'm in the Alliance.\"\n\nThe Admiral drains another shot, before turning to you.\n\n\"General, I hate your species. You're all cocky bastards who hate the poor, and I've lost a lot of good men to your fleets in the Thar'Garavan War. But I respect you. Humans are soldiers. Other than the Remnants, and the Clones, but they're not another species, we're the only soldiers around. The Probiscans, the Humans and the Remnants. We fight, we kill, we get the job done. Unlike all the other bastards. The Moogli are more likely to shoot me than your snipers are for a stealing their spot in line. The Creators are cowards who send people like us to fight and die. Brain Bugs hide in their armored shells. Antimites hide at the back firing their little noise cannons. Chosen pray to their weird gods that we can all make peace and become parasite hosts. The Tarn fight, but they don't know what it's like to risk life and limb. The Garavan are warriors who fight for honor. They're not professionals. There's exceptions, of course. I've seen Antimites charging into the fray to defend against boarding parties, I've seen Moogli getting chunks blown out of them as they try to drag injured Probiscans out of there, I've even seen a Chosen topple a Brain Bug tank. I support the Alliance. I do. But the military system is broken.\"\n\nThe Admiral orders two more shots, and looks at you.\n\n\"Care to have a toast, General?\"\n\nThe Bar-Keeper, a Tarn Drone, slides over two shots. You grab one and raise it in the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly survey the room. There's an open seat at the dining table. You also notice Probiscan Admiral Yarcal sitting alone at the bar. The Moogli Tactician Doet is enjoying a cigar in the corner. There's a Tarn Drone leaning agaisnt a railing, holding an assault rifle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Doet" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the Tactician, Doet. She has a massive cigar clenched in her teeth, and wears no clothes, her entire body covered in thick black fur, different from the usual brown fur.\n\n\"Greetings, General. Have you tried the cigars? I've heard you're a fan of cigars. I would recommend the Moogli-brand Hearthfire Cigar. They warm your body and put your mind to sleep.\"\n\nShe offers you a cigar, which you glady take. She lights it, and you take a puff.\n\n\"So, General. I've heard you're a tactical genius.\"\n\n\"Thank you. I've heard great things about you, too.\"\n\n\"Out of interest, are you an advocate of using good training and equipment to get an elite force, or use mass recruitment to gain a larger army?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gaining a larger army" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, you follow the Probiscan method. Not my own choice, but I guess it would allow for more soldiers spread out to take more land, though more deaths would worsen morale and mean that the heavy deaths would mean you'd need to commit a larger force to completing objectives. What do you think of using indigenous people as soldiers?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the Tactician, Doet. She has a massive cigar clenched in her teeth, and wears no clothes, her entire body covered in thick black fur, different from the usual brown fur.\n\n\"Greetings, General. Have you tried the cigars? I've heard you're a fan of cigars. I would recommend the Moogli-brand Hearthfire Cigar. They warm your body and put your mind to sleep.\"\n\nShe offers you a cigar, which you glady take. She lights it, and you take a puff.\n\n\"So, General. I've heard you're a tactical genius.\"\n\n\"Thank you. I've heard great things about you, too.\"\n\n\"Out of interest, are you an advocate of using good training and equipment to get an elite force, or use mass recruitment to gain a larger army?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Using an Elite Force" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, so you've learned from the Alliance's mistakes. The mass death of cheap, badly equipped Probiscan soldiers constantly damages their morale. Elite forces are great for propaganda and allows them to succeed in raiding and striking against enemy lines and complete special ops missions. What do you think of using indigenous people as scouts and soldiers?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I agree, they know the terrain.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I agree. A local unit knows the terrain. Many great armies have been wiped out by terrain. The Coalition invasion of the Bug Catacombs on Rio-6. The Human invasion of old Earth's Russia on multiple occasions. The Sciartt invasion of my homeworld. One must know the terrain to win the war. Well, I hunger. I'm going to go eat. It's been good talking to you. Goodbye.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, so you've learned from the Alliance's mistakes. The mass death of cheap, badly equipped Probiscan soldiers constantly damages their morale. Elite forces are great for propaganda and allows them to succeed in raiding and striking against enemy lines and complete special ops missions. What do you think of using indigenous people as scouts and soldiers?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I disagree, they can't be trusted.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can see your point, but isn't knowing the terrain important? Many great armies have been wiped out by terrain. The Coalition invasion of the Bug Catacombs on Rio-6. The Human invasion of old Earth's Russia on multiple occasions. The Sciartt invasion of my homeworld. And not trusting the locals would lead to friction among the soldiers and locals, and perhaps even a Guerilla campaign would start up. Well, I'm going to go eat. It's been good to talk to you. Goodbye.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly survey the room. There's an open seat at the dining table. You also notice Probiscan Admiral Yarcal sitting alone at the bar. The Moogli Tactician Doet is enjoying a cigar in the corner. There's a Tarn Drone leaning agaisnt a railing, holding an assault rifle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave and return to the shuttle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You finish the night and head back to the shuttle so you can head home. It's been a long night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Corega-12 is a small chunk of ice floating around a white dwarf star. Though it has little resources and doesn't have a good environment for colonization, it holds a tactical position for attacking multiple trade routes in the space after they leave the worm-holes they mainly travel through to achieve FTL, but before they arrive within distance of planet defenses. Thus, multiple pirate crews have taken hold in the area and set up a base and port in the massive abandoned Scairtt military base situated on the planet. The pirates have began attacking trading fleets, including multiple Coalition-allied fleets. It amuses you that the pirate crews, including Garavan Warriors, Brain Bug Assault Ships and Human pirates, are actually a massive representation of equality among Aliens, this still presents a massive issue. These pirates have began interfering with trading, and it's your choice whether to mobilize and wipe them out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wipe out the Pirates" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to mobilize a military strike-force to eliminate the enemy. You send several Leviathan Battleships to blockade the planet and wipe out any ships attempting to leave, and use dropships to deploy several groups onto the planet to capture the base and wipe out all military capabilities of the pirates. The pirates are captured or killed, eliminating the threat. This leaves you with a new issue. The pirates have left behind a massive Scairtt base outfitted to allow for land-based species to survive, as well as having an automated defense system, several anti-space cannons capable of attacking invading spacecraft, a large dock for spacecraft and even has a large cache of surprises, no doubt taken from trading fleets. This would provide the perfect set-up for a Coalition military base to oversee the trade routes. This would require using a base that's been made through the exploitation of Moogli and Garavan Slave labor, provided by the profits of piracy. You could easily just destroy the base to end the piracy and stop any other pirates from taking the area." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take over the base" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly have the base repaired to full potential and add defenses to protect against the cracks in the defense that you used to capture the base. Coalition forces are posted there and you quickly establish control over the trade route and fighting off several other pirate crews." } ]

[ "Grimdark", "Part of Series", "Science Fiction" ]

[ 169, 138, 98, 40, 11, 4, 6, 15 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: fan fiction\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Grimdark, Science Fiction\nUse this as a starting point: Take control of Karth, a child with incredible powers born into a simple tribe on a feral world, as your life is torn apart by the arrival of the forces of Chaos. Fall into line as an obedient-slave soldier and fulfil your role as a trained killer, rise up against beings of pure hate and malice to try gain your freedom, or simply try to survive in a galaxy of horrors.\nWell, I tried to write a Fanfiction based on Warhammer 40'000. If you're not familar with the series, don't worry, you don't need to be to play this. I hope you enjoy!\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You… think too much. It's always been your issue. You've had twelve miserable years in the world, an existence wracked with headaches, horrible, coma-like states known as your \"deep dreams\", and horrible, scratching and never-ceasing voices that knaw at your sanity. You've been left frail, pale and very skinny from your condition as you spend most of your life sleeping, wrapped up and coddled in a tent of animal hides. If there was any justice, you would've been left on a hill to die when your tribe realized how weak you were, but through your condition you've made yourself useful. You have premonitions, messages that you can make out from the depth of your dreams that make you the most valuable member of the tribe. Whether it be seeing the green flames of anger running through the eastern fringes of the forests that signal an upcoming Greenkskin attack, the sweet smells drifting from the lake that indicate a herd of Braxen or a flock of buzzards that can easily be haunted down by some of your hunters. That's not even to mention some of your other abilities. You can unnerve, even frighten strong warriors with a glance, cause mass confusion with a few words, easily convince some of the dumber members of the tribe to do your bidding, and with a lot of effort you're able to \"drag\" items towards you without touching them. Still, due to the fact you can barely walk, it's hardly a fair trade off.\n\n\"Karth!\" a voice cries.\n\nYou look up, pulling your skinny body slightly above the blankets that are wrapped around you to look at Duggin as he walks inside, carrying a spear, a bow and sheath, wearing the hide of one of the many beasts of the jungle.\n\n\"What thoughts have you for us today?\" Duggin asks.\n\nYou love your tribe. Your tribe is a group of strong, brave and loyal men who only want the best for each other. Better men don't exist. Unfortunately, they're idiots. Half your job here is relaying the many dreams, omens and messages you have in your sleep. The other half is keeping them from killing themselves. There are men here who have lived twenty, thirty, forty, even fifty years, but in your twelve years on this world you've learned infinitely more. You introduced them to the concept of stealing the hides from slain beasts and wearing it as your own, the concept of hiding like a predator with camouflage and strength, and new battlefield strategies beyond \"attack!\".\n\n\"None. It was a peaceful night,\" you say.\n\n\"We're having a hunt with the Azajaja tribe. We're heading to meet up with them soon.\"\n\nYou nod, raising your bony arms as Duggin lifts you up. You wrap your frail body around him as he walks outside. A large boar-like creature, a puk, sits there with a double-saddle tied to it. Duggin sits in the front saddle and places you in the back one, wrapping blankets tightly around you. You need the blankets for multiple reasons: to keep warm, to give yourself some sort of cushion to protect your fragile body, and most importantly it stops from having to feel the rough puk hair. Many textures, just like puk hair, just sends you into a tantrum for some strange reason. You can't rationalize it, but it still effects you. The puk begins striding forward in a half-gallop, as the other hunters of your tribe hop astride the puk, heading out toward the nearby lake. Suddenly, you watch as dozens of lizard-like creatures burst out of the trees, scuttling away from the jungles.\n\n\"Ah! Look what we have here, boys! Fresh prey, sent to us by the great God-Emperor!\" Duggin yells, raising his bow.\n\nYou watch as the lizards charge out with reckless abandon, straight into your arrow fire. You pull yourself up the saddle into more of a sitting position, thinking. These are simple beasts, but even beasts have a level of cunning that stops them from acting as such. They aren't this stupid, are they?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You warn your allies" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These beasts would never simply charge into the path of a fierce predator… unless a fiercer predator was chasing them.\n\n\"Wait! Wait! Attack!\" you shout.\n\n\"What?\" Duggin asks, annoyed as your outburst causes him to miss a shot.\n\n\"There's something chasing the beasts!\"\n\nDuggin raises an eyebrow, before barking out an order. The hunters quickly rearrange formation, just as a horde of Greenskins charge out of the trees with a fierce roar. A burst of spears and arrows flies out from your allies, but the orks take them in their stride. Arrows imbed themselves into their chest and arms, but they don't go down. Spears jab forward, metal points finding the softest parts of the thick green skin, sinking deep with a spurt of blood. There's about two dozen, as many as you, but they can take more punishment. You're outnumbered, but thanks to your forethought and your tiny amount of preparation, you have a chance. You still find yourself useless in the upcoming battle, but it lasts only a few minutes. You watch as blood is shed, limbs are hacked off and puk are struck down. You use what little might you have to cling onto the puk, only barely stopping yourself from falling off. You close your eyes, and wait. Eventually, Duggin calls you.\n\n\"Karth! It's over!\" he says.\n\nYou open your eyes, and survey the carnage. Bodies litter the earth, green and tan, lean and muscled, big and small. You've lost half your hunters in a single attack, but the rest of you have survived with few wounds. When orks strikes land, they kill, not wound.\n\n\"Men, we need to check on the Azajaja boys!\" Duggin yells.\n\nHe rides forward, towards the Azajaja camp, deep in the trees. You cling to the puk, looking through the trees as you approach their camp. It's in ruins. Tents have been torn apart, set alight and entirely wiped out. Bodies cover the ground, and you see the last few remnants of the Azajaja struggling to fight off the approaching Orks. Most are naked, still refusing to pick up your tactic of not going into battle with their dicks flapping in the breeze or their breasts hanging, as well as being one of the more idiotic tribes not to take on clothing at all, unlike yours.\n\n\"Idiots,\" you mutter to yourself.\n\nDuggin raises his spear and charges forward, the puk bursting forward as you struggle to hold on. Why couldn't the idiot have left you at home?! Your allies attack with rage and speed, smashing into the orks from behind. There's a short, brutal fight, before you see an ork charging towards you, swinging his axe.\n\n\"Duggin!\" you yell, pointing at the ork.\n\nDuggin turns, but he's not fast enough. The ork's weapon smashes into your puk, cutting through flesh and beheading him in a single blow. You're sent flying as the puk collapses suddenly, smashing into the cold earth. You let out a pained yell, before opening your hazy eyes, only to find yourself in the centre of the remaining Azajaja survivors, which only consist of half a dozen warriors, a number that's constantly dropping as the Orks charge once more, as well as two dozen civilians hastily armed with weapons. Suddenly, a small, goblin-like creature, a Gretchen, scampers through the warriors' line, carrying a small knife fashioned from a large stone, who lets out a chuckle as he spots you and lets out a terrifying grin. You need to do something, fast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You crawl away" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You scamper backward, before the creature charges toward you with its blade. You grab the earth, your frail strength still managing to pull your light body away, but the Gretchen it eager. It leaps onto you with a yell, jamming its blade into your throat. You let out a yell, as blood stains the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These beasts would never simply charge into the path of a fierce predator… unless a fiercer predator was chasing them.\n\n\"Wait! Wait! Attack!\" you shout.\n\n\"What?\" Duggin asks, annoyed as your outburst causes him to miss a shot.\n\n\"There's something chasing the beasts!\"\n\nDuggin raises an eyebrow, before barking out an order. The hunters quickly rearrange formation, just as a horde of Greenskins charge out of the trees with a fierce roar. A burst of spears and arrows flies out from your allies, but the orks take them in their stride. Arrows imbed themselves into their chest and arms, but they don't go down. Spears jab forward, metal points finding the softest parts of the thick green skin, sinking deep with a spurt of blood. There's about two dozen, as many as you, but they can take more punishment. You're outnumbered, but thanks to your forethought and your tiny amount of preparation, you have a chance. You still find yourself useless in the upcoming battle, but it lasts only a few minutes. You watch as blood is shed, limbs are hacked off and puk are struck down. You use what little might you have to cling onto the puk, only barely stopping yourself from falling off. You close your eyes, and wait. Eventually, Duggin calls you.\n\n\"Karth! It's over!\" he says.\n\nYou open your eyes, and survey the carnage. Bodies litter the earth, green and tan, lean and muscled, big and small. You've lost half your hunters in a single attack, but the rest of you have survived with few wounds. When orks strikes land, they kill, not wound.\n\n\"Men, we need to check on the Azajaja boys!\" Duggin yells.\n\nHe rides forward, towards the Azajaja camp, deep in the trees. You cling to the puk, looking through the trees as you approach their camp. It's in ruins. Tents have been torn apart, set alight and entirely wiped out. Bodies cover the ground, and you see the last few remnants of the Azajaja struggling to fight off the approaching Orks. Most are naked, still refusing to pick up your tactic of not going into battle with their dicks flapping in the breeze or their breasts hanging, as well as being one of the more idiotic tribes not to take on clothing at all, unlike yours.\n\n\"Idiots,\" you mutter to yourself.\n\nDuggin raises his spear and charges forward, the puk bursting forward as you struggle to hold on. Why couldn't the idiot have left you at home?! Your allies attack with rage and speed, smashing into the orks from behind. There's a short, brutal fight, before you see an ork charging towards you, swinging his axe.\n\n\"Duggin!\" you yell, pointing at the ork.\n\nDuggin turns, but he's not fast enough. The ork's weapon smashes into your puk, cutting through flesh and beheading him in a single blow. You're sent flying as the puk collapses suddenly, smashing into the cold earth. You let out a pained yell, before opening your hazy eyes, only to find yourself in the centre of the remaining Azajaja survivors, which only consist of half a dozen warriors, a number that's constantly dropping as the Orks charge once more, as well as two dozen civilians hastily armed with weapons. Suddenly, a small, goblin-like creature, a Gretchen, scampers through the warriors' line, carrying a small knife fashioned from a large stone, who lets out a chuckle as he spots you and lets out a terrifying grin. You need to do something, fast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You attack it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab a rock, swinging it forward and smashing it into the side of the Gretchen's face. It smacks into the ground, and you climb atop it and smack it into the creature's skull again and again. The Gretchen's head is crushed, and you let out a relieved sigh. The relief is short-lived, though, as the orks continue to charge forward, swinging hastily-made weapons. The number of Azajaja survivors grows much smaller, as your tribesmen attempt to rescue both them and you whilst surviving the onslaught of Greenskin, but there's just too many. Hands grab your shoulders and pull you up, just out of the path of an oncoming spear. You turn, to see the face of a young girl, barely older than you, holding a spear with a terrified look on her face. You blush as you realize she's naked, before chiding yourself for having such an immature thought while people are charging to kill you. You hear a roar, and turn back to see an ork charging forward. He sees you, raising his axe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You crawl away" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You scamper backward, before the creature charges toward you with its blade. You grab the earth, your frail strength still managing to pull your light body away, but the ork swings, the blade sinking into your shoulder, cutting through bone and flesh with ease. You let out a yell, as blood stains the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab a rock, swinging it forward and smashing it into the side of the Gretchen's face. It smacks into the ground, and you climb atop it and smack it into the creature's skull again and again. The Gretchen's head is crushed, and you let out a relieved sigh. The relief is short-lived, though, as the orks continue to charge forward, swinging hastily-made weapons. The number of Azajaja survivors grows much smaller, as your tribesmen attempt to rescue both them and you whilst surviving the onslaught of Greenskin, but there's just too many. Hands grab your shoulders and pull you up, just out of the path of an oncoming spear. You turn, to see the face of a young girl, barely older than you, holding a spear with a terrified look on her face. You blush as you realize she's naked, before chiding yourself for having such an immature thought while people are charging to kill you. You hear a roar, and turn back to see an ork charging forward. He sees you, raising his axe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab a rock, swinging it forward, but the ork's so big you can only reach its thigh, and the rock harmlessly bounces off the ork. The ork swings, the blade sinking into your shoulder, cutting through bone and flesh with ease. You let out a yell, as blood stains the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab a rock, swinging it forward and smashing it into the side of the Gretchen's face. It smacks into the ground, and you climb atop it and smack it into the creature's skull again and again. The Gretchen's head is crushed, and you let out a relieved sigh. The relief is short-lived, though, as the orks continue to charge forward, swinging hastily-made weapons. The number of Azajaja survivors grows much smaller, as your tribesmen attempt to rescue both them and you whilst surviving the onslaught of Greenskin, but there's just too many. Hands grab your shoulders and pull you up, just out of the path of an oncoming spear. You turn, to see the face of a young girl, barely older than you, holding a spear with a terrified look on her face. You blush as you realize she's naked, before chiding yourself for having such an immature thought while people are charging to kill you. You hear a roar, and turn back to see an ork charging forward. He sees you, raising his axe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scream" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can barely walk. You're not going to crawl away from an ork, let alone kill it. The orks have struck down everyone around you. Only you and the girl are left, with your tribesmen on the other side of a wall of green muscle, struggling to survive. You do pretty much the only thing you can do. You let out a terrified, ear-piercing scream. In one outburst of air, you release all your pent-up terror and fear. The ork lets out a pained howl, clutching its ears. It continues screaming, collapsing to its knees, before its head explodes in a spray of crimson mist. You watch as dozens of orks collapse to the ground, blood streaming from their eyes, ears, nose and mouth. You feel a scratching behind your eyes, in the centre of your skull, as if invisible hands are trying to pull you apart. You let out a moan, and collapse backwards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter oblivion" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have horrible nightmares of ever-changing balls of tentacles and eyes, horrible creatures of claws, breasts, hooves and long tongues, large, boil-covered, plague-ridden abominations and horned red beasts wielding flaming swords. Finally, you awaken in a cold sweat, coddled in your old, musky blankets. You look around, your eyes adjusting to the light of dusk. You notice the girl from earlier sitting in the corner, scaled hides and furs wrapped around her with her head resting on the handle of the sword she's clutching. She notices your wandering eyes and begins staring at you with her bright, green eyes. She's covered in dirt, with her brown hair hacked as short as yours, making her look like a boy.\n\n\"You're awake,\" she says.\n\n\"Yes,\" you reply, staring back at her, wondering why she's keeping herself from blinking.\n\n\"You sleep a long time.\"\n\n\"I do.\"\n\nYou sit there staring at each for quite some time, before the tent flap opens as Duggin walks inside. You notice several fresh scars across his chest, and a long one across his face.\n\n\"Karth! You're awake!\" he says with surprise.\n\n\"How long was I dreaming?\" you ask.\n\n\"Two weeks. We thought… after what happened… Well, we considered feeding you to the puk,\" Duggin chuckles. \"Good to see you're alive. What visions have you had?\"\n\nYou reflect briefly on your dreams.\n\n\"There's heavy storms coming within a weak, heavy amounts prey south towards the coast of the lake… and no sign of Greenskin activity,\" you say.\n\n\"Good to know, little one. I'll pass the message on.\"\n\nDuggin turns his attention to the girl, who sits there.\n\n\"Have you met the Azajaja, Karth?\" he asks. \"She hasn't said a word the entire time she was here. She just sat there. It took a fierce bit of effort to get her to eat. I'm pretty sure she's just been shitting in the corner.\"\n\nDuggin looks to the girl, seemingly expecting her to say something, but she says nothing, just stares at you.\n\n\"I'll… grab you some food and drink. For both of you,\" Duggin says, walking out of the tent, leaving you and the girl alone.\n\n\"I'm Karth,\" you reply, offering your hand to shake.\n\nShe just sits there in response, staring at you. It's getting unnerving. After a few minutes, Duggin returns, carrying two wooden bowls of cooked meats as well as two more of wine. He leaves them on the floor in front of you.\n\n\"Make sure she eats. I'll give you some time, but then we need to discuss how you wiped out two dozens orks with… whatever powers you've been blessed with,\" he says, before leaving.\n\nYou grab the two bowls of meat, sliding one across the floor to her. You begin eating, as she does the same. She grabs the meat and stuffs it into her mouth, all without breaking eye contact or letting go of her sword. She eats the meat with her mouth open, making loud chewing noises. You wince at the noise, the churning, slicing and crushing being another thing your mind is repulsed by. You blink, unnerved by the staring, but begin to eat, the delicious taste of flesh filling your mouth.\n\n\"You snore loudly,\" she says after several minutes.\n\n\"Yeah, I've been told,\" you reply.\n\n\"What do you do?\" she asks.\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"What do you do all day? You don't seem like you can walk around much, let alone do chores or work.\"\n\n\"I sit here and sleep a lot. Sometimes I make plans when needed.\"\n\n\"Why are you so pale?\" she asks quizzically.\n\n\"I spend most of my time in a tent, obviously,\" you reply.\n\n\"Do you want to go outside?\" she asks.\n\n\"Everyone's too busy to carry me around.\"\n\nThe girl considers this.\n\n\"Do you want to go on my back so I can take you outside?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, if you don't mind,\" you say.\n\nShe stands, scoffing the remaining bits of meat down her throat before gulping down the wine. She walks forward, turning and bending over to allow you to wrap your arms around her shoulders and then lift yourself up enough to wrap your legs around her thighs. She stands with a grunt, grabbing her sword before walking forward and out of the tent. You look up at the quickly falling sun, basking your face in its warmth. The rest of the tribe gives you a quick glance, surprised to see you outside, but go back to work. The girl continues to carry you around, trotting along the tents towards the trees.\n\n\"So… do I get to know your name?\" you ask.\n\n\"It's Fay,\" she replies.\n\n\"I'm Karth.\"\n\n\"What do you dream of? You know, when you sleep?\"\n\n\"Bad things, mostly. Monsters. Sometimes, I get messages. I see beasts attacking, and I know when the orks will strike. I…\"\n\n\"Did you know the orks were going to attack my village?\" Fay asks, sadness filling her voice.\n\n\"I… no. I don't get messages every time.\"\n\n\"Oh. OK.\"\n\nYou arrive at the trees, and you outstretch your arm, running it across the bark of one of the trees. You spot the sun finally descending under the horizon, as the darkness stretches over the sky. Two duller bright lights take its place, but they're far too weak to give even an ounce of its brightness.\n\n\"We should go back,\" you say.\n\n\"Why?\" Fay asks.\n\n\"Monsters dwell here at night.\"\n\nShe pats her sword gently.\n\n\"I have a blade. I can easily kill the monsters.\"\n\n\"Monsters are scary.\"\n\n\"I can be scary too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pressure her to go back" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on, let's go back, please,\" she says.\n\n\"Fine,\" she says with a sigh, turning and heading back to the camp.\n\nShe goes back inside the camp, putting you back on your blankets.\n\n\"Can I sleep in here?\" she asks.\n\n\"Uh… OK,\" you reply, curling up in your blankets.\n\n\"I'll see you in the morning,\" she says.\n\n\"Goodnight.\"\n\n\"Goodnight.\"\n\nWith that, you curl up in your blankets and let sleep take you once more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three Years Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Over the next three years, things change, both for you and the world at large. Fay becomes a constant companion, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the other children of the tribe would be happy to play with her and devoting all her time to you. You're not sure why, but you're grateful for it. Puberty changes both of you. Fay grows significantly taller, faster and stronger, growing from a small girl to a large and powerful warrior. She stands as tall and proud as the boys of the village, and is more than happy to face them off in a wrestling match, winning all of them. She seems to prefer spending her time hunting with the boys or more often with you than learning the common girl's chores of cooking, sewing and cleaning. You'd imagine soon enough she'll have to find a husband among the hunters.\n\nThankfully, growth does not leave you behind, although it doesn't effect you nearly as much. You grow strong enough to be able to stand and stroll around the camp, even taking small trips, although even a light jog for a minute or two is enough to topple you over with exhaustion. Compared to Fay, you're a twig whilst her muscled form is that of an thick tree trunk. Puberty also has a significant change on your abilities. You sleep less, although your dreams are harsher, and there's more… anger behind them. The monsters seem aware of you know, there voices constantly breaking into reality and continuing to scream and plead with you. You simply refuse to listen, and with training, you can make them become something of a white noise to your day to day activity. Your powers also increase. With the flick of your fingers, you can start a small fire. With a word, you can leave anything, man or beast, confused and befuddled. You can pick things up and throw them with a strength unfound to you, beating out many of the warriors in throwing contests without even moving. The world as a whole changes as well. The amount of Greenskin attacks intensifies, and in response the tribes band together, forming a much larger community to stand against the tide. Your dreams are muddled, but you feel something is coming. The sky, which to the plain eye is beautiful, blue and unchanging, seems about to be torn open in your dreams. Something bad is coming.\n\nYou sit in the grass, a tan finally having replaced your pale form, next to Fay as you watch buzzards flying overhead, eating a bowl of Braxen meat.\n\n\"It's a nice day,\" Fay says.\n\n\"It is,\" you say, your dreams from the previous nights still filling you with a feeling of dread.\n\n\"You look nervous.\"\n\n\"Do I?\" you ask, feigning confusion.\n\n\"As much as you like to think so, I'm not stupid. I can tell something's up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell her the truth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been having a lot of nightmares. I think… I think bad things are coming.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Fay asks, getting worried. \"Like what?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" you admit. \"But it's bad.\"\n\n\"Have you told Duggin?\"\n\n\"He just increased the amount of training warriors are doing. He asked what else he could do, and I didn't have any better suggestions.\"\n\n\"You worry too much. You're not even eating. Your bowl's full. Speaking of which…\"\n\nShe plucks the bowl from your hands.\n\n\"I'm still hungry!\" Fay laughs as she gracefully hops out of reach.\n\n\"Oh, no! Whatever shall I do? I've been left helpless! What will poor Karth do?\" you say sarcastically.\n\nWith the wave of your hand, Fay's feet go from under her and the bowl flies into your hands. You grab a piece of meat and throw it into your mouth with a smile.\n\n\"You're just a bully,\" Fay says, fake pouting. \"Thank the God-Emperor you were cursed to be a cripple.\"\n\n\"Hey! I'm not a cripple! I'm just super weak. If we find a tribe of women who aren't ugly bags with stringy hair, odd scars sand gross teeth, I'll get super buff. But, we haven't,\" you reply.\n\nFay looks down, actually looking hurt by your joking comment. Shit.\n\n\"Uh… don't be so insulted, Fay,\" you say, gently knocking her to the ground again with the flick of your wrist. \"You're less ugly when you smile. You need to have thicker skin.\"\n\nShe smiles as she stands back up.\n\n\"Me? I need thicker skin? This is coming from the guy who's always like \"I'm scared because I dreamed something bad\"!\"\n\n\"Hey, I'm never wrong. I have a lot of power,\" you say, emphasizing your point with another flick of your wrist.\n\n\"Stop that!\" she complains, hitting the ground. \"I don't even know why I hang out with you.\"\n\n\"Because of my dashing good looks?\"\n\n\"Shut up! I'm going down to the lake for a swim!\" she says, jumping up and jogging off towards the lake.\n\nYou quickly stand up, walking after her.\n\n\"Wait up! You know I can't go that fast!\"\n\nFay rolls her eyes, stopping and grabbing your hand.\n\n\"Come on!\" she says.\n\nShit. You hate swimming. It's mostly just you sitting in the shallow, exhausted from the effort of getting in. Still, you go where she does, and she's the same. You walk as quickly as you can towards the lake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four Hours Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie on the grassy edge of the lake, your feet dipping gently in the water, watching as Fay gathers berries, nuts, fruit and whatever other edibles she has access to. You watch her approaching you, carrying a handful of food. You eagerly extend a hand as she hands some to you, and you stuff your cheeks with them, eagerly eating.\n\n\"How can someone be so hungry yet be so thin?\"\n\n\"I suppose I'm just an abomination,\" you smile, watching as the water turns gold as the sun shines across it, finally beginning to disappear as night takes hold.\n\n\"It was a nice day,\" you say. \"But we should head back.\"\n\n\"You're such a maybe. You'd think a magic man who can kill dozens of orks with one petrified scream would be less of a coward.\"\n\nYou flick your wrist and she falls over with a yelp.\n\n\"Stop doing that!\"\n\n\"No,\" you reply with a smile.\n\nYou watch as the bright two moons appear, just as dozens of stars fill the sky.\n\n\"Beautiful night,\" Fay remarks.\n\n\"Yeah. The sky's looking gorgeous,\" you reply.\n\n\"You know...\" Fay starts.\n\nThere's a howling scream, and the sky is torn apart. You watch as the very fabric of reality is sliced through, tearing a hole in the sky. There's a bright, purple hole in the sky itself.\n\n\"What the fuck is…?\" Fay asks, drawing her sword as if with some hope of stopping the horror that is to come.\n\nA headache pulses through you as you try to stand, collapsing back to the floor. In the distance, a massive, black shape leaves the hole, heading straight towards the planet. You stand again, but the shrieking continues, preventing you from thinking, let alone running.\n\n\"Karth!\" Fay yells, wrapping her hands around you and lifts you up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell her to go back to camp and warn them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go… go back to camp without me. Warn them!\"\n\n\"I'm not leaving you!\"\n\n\"Fay, have you fucking seen me? It's a hell of a lot less dangerous here, I'll be fine. Go!\"\n\nFay nods, turning and sprinting off towards the camp. You sit there, clutching your head. After about a minute, your head clears enough to realize that there's no way in hell the camp wouldn't notice the massive, sky-tearing hole in reality itself, so sending Fay back to warn them is completely useless. Suddenly, you're hit by another wave of anguish as pain courses through you. Then, the voices return. This time, though, one pierces through, louder than ever before, almost as if someone is whispering directly in your ear.\n\n\"Karth… Karth… I can help you… I have so much power… I have so much strength… all of it, I'm happy to offer you…\"\n\nYou feel the claws of a million voices scratching at your mind. You begin to scratch at your eardrums, hoping, begging the voices to stop. You shudder, and thankfully, oblivion takes you and you lapse into unconsciousness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Awaken" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken, lying on the grass outside of your camp. Your eyes blink twice, as you begin to look around. Several large, metal buildings sit there in the fields next to the tents. Men holding large spears march around the camp, directing throngs of tribespeople towards the buildings. These spears seem to be capable of firing arrows made of concentrated sunlight. Interesting. You notice several giants, seemingly made of metal, standing on the edge of the camp, watching the work. Suddenly, you find yourself yanked into the air by invisible hands, and float into the air, suspended two four feet above the ground. You watch as a trio of men approach you, smiling. The one on the left is a giant, seemingly made entirely of metal. He stands at around eight feet, with dozens spikes protruding from his metal skin. His body's black, with a purple head. In the middle, a tall, pale man wearing a long, black leather overcoat, a spiked collar strapped around his neck. The third seems to be a hybrid between a girl and a metal monster, her eyes replaced by the three red, unblinking eyes of a monster, a dozen long, metal arms extending from the nape of her back, three arms ending in claws and one a drill, with her legs replaced by four spider-like legs. Where her human arms would be extends a grasping, whirring claw and a metal barrel, the inside of which glows faintly blue. The middle one walks forward with a smile.\n\n\"Hello there, young Karth. Pleasure to see you,\" he smiles jovially.\n\n\"We don't have time for pleasantries, psyker,\" the metal man says. \"Load him onto the ship!\n\n\"Give him time to adjust! He's only just waking up,\" the man, the psyker, says.\n\nOne of the long, metal arms attached to the monster-man's back goes towards you, whirring its drill. It cuts along your arm, drawing a long, thin cut as you yelp in pain.\n\n\"This one is weak... how pitiful,\" the monster-man says. \"It's pain tolerance is low, but I can work with it.\"\n\n\"I want to use his mind, not his flesh,\" the psyker says. \"My name is Kyros. The burly armored man to my right is Chapter Master Taj Suenage, and the robotic companion to my left is the Heretek known as the Craftsman of Vorn, the Butcher of Karis IV and the Father to the Prometheans. Her name is Magos Cern. We are the Forces of Chaos.\"\n\nThe monster-man extends one of her metal tentacle arms once more, tracing the outline of your cheek bones.\n\n\"Bah! Time wastes! Either give me the surge of the warp overtaking me, or give me the surge of battle, Kyros!\" Taj roars, smacking a metal hand against his chest.\n\n\"As you wish, Taj,\" the Psyker says.\n\nThe Psyker claps his hands, and his various forces begin forcing the last of the tribespeople inside the building, as those who litter the floor, those who presumably tried to resist, are carried there.\n\n\"Are they dead?\"\n\n\"Some, presumably. I gave the order to keep as many alive as possible,\" Kyros says.\n\nYou see Fay's battered and bruised body being tossed over a metal giant's shoulder as she's carried off towards the building.\n\n\"No! Give her back!\" you shout.\n\n\"She fought well. When my men entered this pathetic village, she was trying to warn them. She even tried to fight them off. Killed one of the dumber ones who tried to call her bluff. Commendable.\"\n\nYou furrow your brow, and the Psyker grins as Taj's head is knocked slightly back, before presuming position. Despite how little you've harmed him, the metal giant seems enraged.\n\n\"You scum-sucking sociopathic cunt!\" Taj roars, charging forward.\n\nTaj is flipped into the air, being suspended just out of reach of you. His metal fists swing at you, but he's kept out of grasp.\n\n\"Tut tut. Stay your anger, my dear Taj. Karth, I'll make you a deal. Do as I say, and the girl will be unharmed. Deal?" } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Puzzle", "Serious" ]

[ 1193, 920, 846, 510, 134, 45, 40, 83 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: sci-fi\nTheme: Puzzle, Serious\nDescription: You are Adam, one of two of the Homo Perfectus's, along with Eve. You two have lived on father's facility for the last fifteen years and have no knowledge of any existence beyond those metallic walls.NOTE-Items take on the form \"capabilities\" in this game, which generally means super powers.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wake up, early as usual. I have always liked the mornings, the minutes before Teacher takes me to father and I have time to think for myself. Father often keeps a tight schedule so there usually isn't much time for me to let my mind ponder. There are so many things to think about, what is behind the door? What do Homo Sapiens look like? Why does Teacher have to connect himself to a power source every now and then? As curious I am about the outside world, father has explained how dangerous the Homo Sapiens can be, so I am glad the door keeps them away. Father says me and Eve are special, I wonder what he means by that. He said he'd explain more today, I hope he does.\n\nTeacher enters the room and says \"Adam, Professor Meckard would like to see you.\"\n\n\"Wonderful. Father will hopefully answer some of our questions.\" I say and leave with Teacher.\n\nTeacher is made of metal, just like the walls. I think father made Teacher, just like he made our home, along with me and Eve. Teacher signals me to wait as he goes into Eve's room to wake her up. Father often calls me and Eve the last hope for a good future, but I really don't see anything bad with the present. He has talked about something he calls Project Eden, but again, just another unanswered question" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soon Eve comes out of her room. We look at one another, smile and say \"good morning\". Teacher takes us to father's office. It is strange that Teacher calls him Meckard and not father, he created him as well, so he is his father just as he is ours. We enter father's room and sit down in front of the desk. As usual, father has his gaze completely set on some paper he has in front of him. I see the title of the page \"Pandora's Box\", but then father puts it away and looks at us.\n\n\"Adam, Eve, do you know what day it is today?\"\n\n\"No.\" We both say.\n\n\"Today is exactly ten years since you came into this world. That is what is called a birthday. It is a human tradition, one of the few that actually deserve to live on. It is where an individuals existence is celebrated every day that is exactly a year from the last birthday, starting with the day he is created.\"\n\n\"We are celebrating today?\"\n\n\"Well, I am afraid Teacher won't be baking a cake, but I hope to make today a special day for you.\"\n\nIt was going to be special alright, but not in the manner any of us were hoping for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But yesterday, I promised to answer some of your questions. So please, ask anything you want.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is behind the door?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The outside world. As it is right now, it is a dangerous forest of selfish monsters. You don't want to go out there until Project Eden has commenced.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What else would you like to ask me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What makes you special?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aaah. Right to the point as usual Adam. That is exactly what I wanted to talk to you two about. When I made you, I made some modifications. I have made your DNA tangible.\"\n\n\"Tangible?\"\n\n\"Yes. You can actually manually manipulate your own DNA, altering your genetic structure at any given moment. I had intended to teach you more of this matter. Let's go to the training hall.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes. Let's see what you can do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We accompany father and Teacher to the training hall.\n\n\"I was forced to include some limitations as tampering with DNA is quite dangerous, and could even prove lethal. You can alter various different things, but none of them have any actual affect on your anatomy. From changing your body temperature, to increasing your strength to making yourselves smarter. However, you can only change your DNA in one direction at a time, for if you cause to much stress, you will die. Just like a rubber-band, it can be stretched, but stretch it too far and it breaks.\"\n\nWe enter the training hall and father asks me and Eve to go into the center of the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the center of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father turns to me first.\n\n\"Adam, try to increase your body temperature.\"\n\n\"How do I do that father?\"\n\n\"Bend your DNA. You are in control. Use it and change yourself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heat overload." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I start to feel colder and colder.\n\n\"Father. I feel cold.\"\n\n\"Yes. That is a side effect to increasing your body temperature. But you are using it, that is good.\"\n\nI feel myself becoming colder and colder, which means my body temperature is rapidly rising.\n\n\"You may want to return to normal. Not doing so could end in a catastrophic turn of events.\" Teacher says.\n\nHe's probably right. I'm heating up too much. I have to do something about it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You do nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't do anything about the rapid increase in body temperature and soon, the metallic foundations start to bend. The facility collapses on me and everyone inside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I start to feel colder and colder.\n\n\"Father. I feel cold.\"\n\n\"Yes. That is a side effect to increasing your body temperature. But you are using it, that is good.\"\n\nI feel myself becoming colder and colder, which means my body temperature is rapidly rising.\n\n\"You may want to return to normal. Not doing so could end in a catastrophic turn of events.\" Teacher says.\n\nHe's probably right. I'm heating up too much. I have to do something about it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to normal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decrease my body temperature, rendering myself normal once more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father smiles and he asks me to step towards the wall after he congratulates me. He then turns towards Eve and says \"alright Eve. Your turn.\"\n\nEve nods and steps to where I was.\n\n\"Do the same as Adam did and increase your body temperature.\"\n\nEve nods again and starts to focus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eve starts to go dangerously warm and I feel the unbearable heat surrounding her. Father steps a few steps away from Eve and says \"Eve, return to normal!\"\n\n\"I can't!\" Eve cries out.\n\n\"Sir. The building we are currently in is entirely composed of metal. Should she reach a temperature too high, she will have doomed us all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to run away in hopes of escaping the catastrophe Eve could potentially cause. It occurs sooner than expected however and the extreme heat Eve produces starts to weaken the metallic foundations and the entire facility soon collapses on my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eve starts to go dangerously warm and I feel the unbearable heat surrounding her. Father steps a few steps away from Eve and says \"Eve, return to normal!\"\n\n\"I can't!\" Eve cries out.\n\n\"Sir. The building we are currently in is entirely composed of metal. Should she reach a temperature too high, she will have doomed us all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Guide Eve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grab Eve's hands and try to talk her through this. She is scared but together, we manage to overcome this obstacle and she restores her body temperature to normal. Father smiles and asks me to come with him to his office while Teacher helps Eve learn to master her abilities." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go with father." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sit down in front of father's desk and he sits down on it's other side.\n\n\"You did a good job back there Adam. We could have died back there.\"\n\n\"Thank you father. I had to save her. She is my sister.\"\n\n\"You think of her as your sister?\"\n\n\"Yes. I read the term in one of the fictional books you brought with you from the outside world. I figure that's what she must be.\"\n\n\"She's not. You two are the beginning of an entire new race, the Homo Perfectuses. You'll understand what I'm saying soon enough, but both of you are required to have this breed of perfect beings survive.\"\n\n\"I don't understand.\"\n\n\"I know. But you will.\"\n\nBefore I can ask any more questions, Teacher bursts in.\n\n\"Sir. Eve is close to the limits of her power, she is entering the fourth stage.\"\n\nFather immediately stands up and runs with Teacher to the training hall. I follow them, but then I notice the big metallic door, just two yards away. Before I start running towards the training hall, there is a knock on the door. Something from the outside is knocking on the door. I could ignore it and go see what is going on with Eve, but my curiosity has already decided for me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I open the door and a man, nearly dehydrated collapses before me. He drops something. It looks like a book." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab the book." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grab the book which seems to be entitled \"The Bible.\", I have never heard that title before, but then again, I haven't read that many books from the outside world. I hear footsteps behind me and I hide the book under my jacket, knowing that father wouldn't let me keep it. Father and Teacher approach. Father looks at me and for the first time in my life, he actually looks angry. Father signals Teacher to take the man and they go down to the basement. I don't know what is in the basement, but I know that it is father's personal room. He has made it very clear that it is off bounds to me and Eve. Eve! I have to see if she is okay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the training hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the training hall and see that Eve isn't there. I turn around and see her standing behind me, laughing.\n\n\"Eve? Are you okay? What happened?\"\n\n\"I was too curious. Father has always warned us about curiosity. I was trying to increase my hearing when I heard a sound from the outside world, a very odd sound, sounded a little like the generator within Teacher. Well, I focused too much on the hearing and as father said, using it too much is dangerous. But I'm alright, lesson learned.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take a look at the book." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go into my room and start reading the bible, telling no one about it because it could get me in trouble. What I read is very strange to me, but it is the first answers about the outside world I have ever received, and so I soak it up like a sponge. I wonder about a lot of things there, like whether there is a connection between me and the Adam in the book, especially since his wife is Eve, they are supposed to be the start of their race and live in a place called Eden. Is that what father meant? Eve is supposed to be my wife? And what is God? And how was he born if he existed when nothing existed? And why is he always called the lord? The lord of what? And why does his name always have capital letters. I understand from the education in literature father has given us that names are only supposed to have the first letter capitalized, not all of them. These were some heavy questions for a ten year old boy, superhuman or not. But I had always loved to have my mind wander." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter complete. Click here to continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am 15 years old now. I have read the Bible countless times and know it like the back of my hand, but all these thoughts come to my mind. It seems that every answered question spawns two unanswered ones. Is God real? If so, how can he do all those things he did? Is he special like me? Is he a Homo Perfectus too? Am I like him? Is father like him? Father created us and this facility, and he's always talking about making the world brighter. Maybe the Bible is a vision from the future, maybe all those things are things that have yet to occur, after Project Eden has commenced. But Eve wasn't created from my rib? And what about the forbidden fruit, well, she did overuse her powers when father told us not to, she did give in to temptation when she heard that sound. That could be a reference to the snake and the forbidden fruit.\n\nAs I brainstorm on the Bible for another full hour, I hear the heavy metallic footsteps of the Teacher approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hide the Bible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I immediately place the Bible under my pillow, just as Teacher enters the room.\n\n\"Professor Meckard wishes to see you.\"\n\n\"Of course he does.\" I say and stand up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After getting Eve as well, the Teacher takes us to father's office. We sit down at his desk and he again puts away his files.\n\n\"Today I want to focus on something we have never done before. Combat.\"\n\n\"Combat?\"\n\n\"You want us to fight?\"\n\nMe and Eve are equally surprised.\n\n\"Yes. Even though the humans will be gone when you inhabit the earth, the planet will still be populated by various different animals, and you must survive them all.\"\n\n\"Why would they try to hurt us?\"\n\n\"It is a part of life I wish was unnecessary, but sometimes the strong must kill the weak in order to survive. It is the oldest principle of life. Even though you have special abilities, they are useless in combat unless you can use them. Let's go to the training hall and continue this matter.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the training hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When we enter the training hall, father signals Teacher to go into the center of the room. Father then turns towards me and says \"Opponents are tricky. They won't give you any warning to their attacks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before I even realize it, Teacher punches me aside and I harshly hit the wall. I see blood running from my forehead. I hear Eve shouting \"What do you think you're doing!?!\" Behind me.\n\n\"He needs to learn the finer points of combat. If Teacher was a savage beast, Adam would be dead by now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get back up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father looks at me and says \"good, you can continue. Deliver a blow to teacher's chest and your training is complete.\n\nI've never had to fight before, but I figure this is something I have to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my strength and try to punch Teacher, but even with enhanced strength, he easily blocks my hit. He now has my fist in his grasp and no matter how much I struggle, I remain in his clutches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With my hand firmly in his grasp, Teacher hits me in the chest and throws me away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get back up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I slowly get up, Teacher picks me up and throws me away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reflexive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I steadily wait for Teacher to attack and with my enhanced reflexes, I dodge his hits." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like a speeding bullet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By increasing my speed, I evade his block and punch Teacher in the chest. It does not inflict much damage to him, but I have completed father's goal and hit Teacher in the chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father asks me to sit down in a nearby corner and he tells Teacher to get back into the center of the room. He then orders Eve to do the same, deliver a hit at Teacher's chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You watch the fight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Eve's first hit, she focuses solely on strength and tries to hit Teacher. He however blocks the attack and throws her into the wall.\n\n\"Get up. Continue.\" Father says.\n\nEve complies and stands up to deliver another hit. She makes the same mistake, relying only on strength and having teacher pummel her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell father to stop the exercise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Father have Teacher stop, he's hurting her!\"\n\n\"No. She has to be able to take care of herself!\"\n\nEve continues to make failed attempts to hit Teacher and he continues to hit her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue to argue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If she is attacked, I'll protect her!\"\n\n\"She can't rely on you all the time. No one knows what will happen in the future, what if you die and she won't be able to defend herself and the next generation of Homo Perfectuses? What if you face an opponent you'll have to fight together and your partner can't fight? She needs to learn this!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep arguing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let her at least rest and continue the exercise later! She's badly injured!\"\n\n\"Her enemies won't back down, why should Teacher? She needs to learn how harsh the real world is!\"\n\n\"Making her capable of surviving isn't worth killing her here!\"\n\n\"Both of you have to learn not to expect everything to be better, just because you want it to be! If that were the case, you wouldn't even exist!\"\n\n\"Things may not become better because we want to, but if Teacher was an actual enemy, I would have intervened by now!\"\n\nFather sighs and signals Teacher to stop the fight. I help Eve get back up.\n\n\"Are you okay?\"\n\nShe doesn't look very pleased with me.\n\n\"Teacher, take Eve to the medical room and see if she is okay.\"\n\nTeacher and Eve leave. Father looks at me, he looks a little angered.\n\n\"You should watch your mouth young man. You may be a perfect being, but I'm the one in charge here. I comply only because I know I created you to be protective of her.\"\n\nWith that said, father leaves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to your room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go to my room, but Teacher comes out of it with the Bible in his hand. Seeing me as more trouble than I am worth, he discards me, and worse yet, he discards Eve as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let her at least rest and continue the exercise later! She's badly injured!\"\n\n\"Her enemies won't back down, why should Teacher? She needs to learn how harsh the real world is!\"\n\n\"Making her capable of surviving isn't worth killing her here!\"\n\n\"Both of you have to learn not to expect everything to be better, just because you want it to be! If that were the case, you wouldn't even exist!\"\n\n\"Things may not become better because we want to, but if Teacher was an actual enemy, I would have intervened by now!\"\n\nFather sighs and signals Teacher to stop the fight. I help Eve get back up.\n\n\"Are you okay?\"\n\nShe doesn't look very pleased with me.\n\n\"Teacher, take Eve to the medical room and see if she is okay.\"\n\nTeacher and Eve leave. Father looks at me, he looks a little angered.\n\n\"You should watch your mouth young man. You may be a perfect being, but I'm the one in charge here. I comply only because I know I created you to be protective of her.\"\n\nWith that said, father leaves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go grab something to eat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I find a yoghurt in the fridge and moments later, I feel good as new after that fight with Teacher." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to your room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go to my room, but Teacher comes out of it with the Bible in his hand. Seeing me as more trouble than I am worth, he discards me, and worse yet, he discards Eve as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I find a yoghurt in the fridge and moments later, I feel good as new after that fight with Teacher." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go check up on Eve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go to the medical room, figuring Eve shouldn't be too hurt for me to have to stay away. I enter the room and approach her. She still doesn't appear to be happy.\n\n\"Are you okay?\"\n\n\"I'm fine.\"\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Why did you beat him? We're supposed to be virtually identical, and you beat him easily while I get my ass kicked so bad that you have to save my ass? Why? Are you stronger? Is that it?\"\n\n\"No, that was exactly what was your problem. I used speed, not strength. We can't match him with brute force.\"\n\n\"So you're smarter too?\"\n\n\"I think it was situational.\"\n\n\"How can it be situational? We have been through exactly the same things for all of our lives!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to your room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go to my room, but Teacher comes out of it with the Bible in his hand. Seeing me as more trouble than I am worth, he discards me, and worse yet, he discards Eve as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go to the medical room, figuring Eve shouldn't be too hurt for me to have to stay away. I enter the room and approach her. She still doesn't appear to be happy.\n\n\"Are you okay?\"\n\n\"I'm fine.\"\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Why did you beat him? We're supposed to be virtually identical, and you beat him easily while I get my ass kicked so bad that you have to save my ass? Why? Are you stronger? Is that it?\"\n\n\"No, that was exactly what was your problem. I used speed, not strength. We can't match him with brute force.\"\n\n\"So you're smarter too?\"\n\n\"I think it was situational.\"\n\n\"How can it be situational? We have been through exactly the same things for all of our lives!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell her about the Bible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I tell Eve about the Bible I found 5 years ago and that I think it may have prepared me mentally for the fight, something she didn't have.\n\n\"Does father know about this?\"\n\n\"No. You know he wouldn't let us...\"\n\n\"Maybe there's a reason for that Adam. He's trying to protect us.\"\n\n\"I didn't see him trying to protect you in the training hall.\"\n\n\"That's because he wanted to make me stronger, something I obviously need.\"\n\n\"I just don't think he was approaching it correctly, he's a scientist after all, no one should expect him to know anything about fighting.\"\n\n\"And you do?\"\n\n\"I suspect I've seen more personal combat than he ever will.\"\n\n\"Are you kidding me? He has lived out there with the monsters. With the humans. That has to be a struggle.\"\n\n\"Or so he says.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to your room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I go to my room, but Teacher comes out of it with the Bible in his hand. Seeing me as more trouble than I am worth, he discards me, and worse yet, he discards Eve as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I tell Eve about the Bible I found 5 years ago and that I think it may have prepared me mentally for the fight, something she didn't have.\n\n\"Does father know about this?\"\n\n\"No. You know he wouldn't let us...\"\n\n\"Maybe there's a reason for that Adam. He's trying to protect us.\"\n\n\"I didn't see him trying to protect you in the training hall.\"\n\n\"That's because he wanted to make me stronger, something I obviously need.\"\n\n\"I just don't think he was approaching it correctly, he's a scientist after all, no one should expect him to know anything about fighting.\"\n\n\"And you do?\"\n\n\"I suspect I've seen more personal combat than he ever will.\"\n\n\"Are you kidding me? He has lived out there with the monsters. With the humans. That has to be a struggle.\"\n\n\"Or so he says.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask Eve to delay Meckard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need you to delay father for me.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I want to explore his office, but I can't do that with him there.\"\n\n\"Why? Don't you trust him?\"\n\n\"I just want to verify that everything he says is true, that's all. If I find something he's been hiding, I'll answer that question. Just delay him.\"\n\n\"Okay, you tell him I need to see him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to Meckard's office." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knock on Meckard's door and he answers.\n\n\"Adam? What is it?\"\n\n\"Eve asked you to come see her.\"\n\n\"Eve? What for?\"\n\n\"I don't know, ask her.\"\n\nMeckard hesitates a little but then he leaves, leaving his office wide open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the office." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the empty office. I see the desk, which probably holds valuable information, and I see the door to the basement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search the desk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I open all possible openings on the desk and empty it all on the floor. I find a couple of files." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the basement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I enter the basement and see that it is a lab. I see a large glass canister, capable of fitting a man in it and a bunch of strange devices.\n\nI explore the devices but I have no understanding of how any of them work. However, when I am randomly pressing the buttons I see on the devices, a black strange item pops out of it.\n\nI take the item, but don't see anything else of interest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk back up the stairs and into the office, where I see Teacher standing on the opposite side of the room.\n\n\"Adam. You are not permitted here.\"\n\n\"According to a madman. What exactly is he doing down here?\"\n\n\"Professor Meckard's plan is classified, you do not have clearance to access it. It appears you will not cooperate with us. Project Eden must be restarted.\n\n\"Restarted?\"\n\n\"Yes. I must terminate you, and then I will terminate Eve. The current project: Eden is deemed a failure and must be restarted.\"\n\n\"No. I won't let you do that.\"\n\n\"I am afraid the decision is not up to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to run downstairs, but Teacher grabs my shoulder and tosses me into a nearby wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to run outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to run outside, but Teacher grabs me around the neck, turns around and slams me into the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You crawl away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to run outside, but Teacher grabs me around the neck, turns around and slams me into the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not such a good idea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my body temperature, trying to melt him or cause him to malfunction in some way. That is ineffective and he headbutts me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my body temperature, trying to melt him or cause him to malfunction in some way. That is ineffective and he headbutts me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Freeze!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decrease my body temperature, rendering the surrounding area colder. When Teacher gets close to me, every move he makes is more of a struggle than normally. I am much faster than him now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reverting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to melt or malfunction him with heat, but all I do is return him to normal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You block'n punch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to punch the Teacher with increased strength, but if I had learned anything from our previous battle, I would know that I can't hope to beat him in a contest of strength. I mentally punish myself for being so stupid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to punch the Teacher with increased strength, but if I had learned anything from our previous battle, I would know that I can't hope to beat him in a contest of strength. I mentally punish myself for being so stupid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teacher approaches and attempts to hit me, but I easily dodge his attacks with my enhanced reflexes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teacher approaches and attempts to hit me, but I easily dodge his attacks with my enhanced reflexes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Underestimated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him. I hit, but I hurt myself more than I hurt him. This is a real battle. Teacher grabs my hand and slams me into the nearby wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him. I hit, but I hurt myself more than I hurt him. This is a real battle. Teacher grabs my hand and slams me into the nearby wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brainstorm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I swiftly look around for a way to defeat Teacher. He's a machine, cold might slow him down, making me able to deliver a punch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I swiftly look around for a way to defeat Teacher. He's a machine, cold might slow him down, making me able to deliver a punch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Screaming failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whereas it may have some negative effects on humans, screaming doesn't affect the Teacher one bit. He approaches and delivers a punch to my stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him. I hit, but I hurt myself more than I hurt him. This is a real battle. Teacher grabs my hand and slams me into the nearby wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Screaming failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whereas it may have some negative effects on humans, screaming doesn't affect the Teacher one bit. He approaches and delivers a punch to my stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teacher approaches and attempts to hit me, but I easily dodge his attacks with my enhanced reflexes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brainstorm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I swiftly look around for a way to defeat Teacher. He's a machine, cold might slow him down, making me able to deliver a punch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teacher approaches and attempts to hit me, but I easily dodge his attacks with my enhanced reflexes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Screaming failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whereas it may have some negative effects on humans, screaming doesn't affect the Teacher one bit. He approaches and delivers a punch to my stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to punch the Teacher with increased strength, but if I had learned anything from our previous battle, I would know that I can't hope to beat him in a contest of strength. I mentally punish myself for being so stupid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Underestimated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him. I hit, but I hurt myself more than I hurt him. This is a real battle. Teacher grabs my hand and slams me into the nearby wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to punch the Teacher with increased strength, but if I had learned anything from our previous battle, I would know that I can't hope to beat him in a contest of strength. I mentally punish myself for being so stupid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brainstorm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I swiftly look around for a way to defeat Teacher. He's a machine, cold might slow him down, making me able to deliver a punch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to punch the Teacher with increased strength, but if I had learned anything from our previous battle, I would know that I can't hope to beat him in a contest of strength. I mentally punish myself for being so stupid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Screaming failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whereas it may have some negative effects on humans, screaming doesn't affect the Teacher one bit. He approaches and delivers a punch to my stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to melt or malfunction him with heat, but all I do is return him to normal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Underestimated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I increase my speed and punch him. I hit, but I hurt myself more than I hurt him. This is a real battle. Teacher grabs my hand and slams me into the nearby wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decrease my body temperature, rendering the surrounding area colder. When Teacher gets close to me, every move he makes is more of a struggle than normally. I am much faster than him now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heavy hitter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Teacher too slow to block my attacks, I slam my fist across his robotic face, knocking him back and into a wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am loosing blood, I feel my life slip away. I can fight no longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Teacher too slow to block my attacks, I slam my fist across his robotic face, knocking him back and into a wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ineffective." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With my speed, I lash forward and hit Teacher. It has close to no impact on him, but with my great speed advantage, I evade his counter attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reverting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to melt or malfunction him with heat, but all I do is return him to normal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decrease my body temperature, rendering the surrounding area colder. When Teacher gets close to me, every move he makes is more of a struggle than normally. I am much faster than him now." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Humor", "Previously Featured" ]

[ 88, 60, 61, 19, 9, 2, 2, 4 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "In the genre of fantasy, weave a narrative.\nThe story should draw inspiration from Contest Entry, Humor.\n\"In the realm of knights and kings, kingdoms rise and perish. The ever-warmongering Lorimur and the over-ambitious Karadas, are both struggling for control over the entire continent. Caught in the middle of their conflict, lies the small city-state of Valinor. Because of its strategic position between its neighbors, it's caught between a rock and a hard plate. If it were to choose to maintain its Independence, its inevitable destruction would only be a matter of time. Under the constantly increasing pressure of both sides, it decides to become a vassal to Lorimur, the one most likely to win this race.\nOn a certain day, a group of knights send by Lorimur arrive before the city gates, they call themselves the knights of the Golden Sun. They have come here in pursuit of glory and fame. But make no mistake, they're not some common knight band, they are amongst the high and mighty. They behave like the lords of the land and countless servants and soldiers follow in their wake. Some may claim a title bought with money has no value, but they'll tell you otherwise, the current market price of a knight title is a whopping 1000 gold crowns. How could anybody call that worthless?\nSome may wonder, 'Nobody has ever heard of them before. Are they here to help or to cause trouble?'\nThen they'll politely answer, \"Don't bother us with your silly questions and move out of the way, you filthy peasant!\"\nNote: This is my first story and immediately a contest entry to boot! (Every random peasant could join without any consequences and I was making little progress in my real first story.) This is my entry to Corgi's contest 'The lords of the land', yes, yes, I shamelessly copied it in my description. Me and the spelling corrector have joined forces in a futile attempt to rid this story of the most obnoxious spellings-mistakes. And as you'll probably discover soon, since English isn't my native language, we failed every time there was no red line beneath the word. Although being a newbie and a non-English speaker, could be some really good excuses to get away with anything (since they're true for a chance), please tell me what you liked or hated.\nLike every CYS game demands there are multiple endings, aside from a few mid-story endings, there are 7 epilogues. B, C, and D, are a win, while E, F, and G are a loss and A is the 'perfect' victory. Note that when I say 'loss' it doesn't equal a bad ending, it simply means you failed to achieve the victory condition of the story-game. Even a few short endings, can be considered a 'win', while they're not 'happy' endings.\nAbove all, this story is meant to entertain and shouldn't be taken too seriously, that's where the 'humor' tag is for. In case you fail to appreciate my twisted sense of humor and start wondering whether that was added by accident or not, your question has been answered.\nUpdate: Bugfixes and spelling mistakes.\"\nYou are to craft a tale where the user is the central figure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Far away in a mysterious realm, a lonely stone tower rises above a grassy plain. In front of the tower stands a large gray-skinned creature, it's easily over five meters tall. Although the creature has a humanoid shape, it's clearly something monstrous. It has a flat and ugly face with large yellow eyes, filled with cruelty. Drool drips from its protruding fangs, as it eagerly sniffs the air. It's bare-chested, only a roughly woven rag covers its loin. It's the man-eating ogre, the devourer, the one that strikes terror into all!\n\nOut of the window, at the very top of the tower, peaks the pale face of the princess. Long has she been imprisoned by the monster, countless have tried to rescue her, but all have failed. The tower is surrounded by the corpses of the knights and would-be-heroes, who futility attempted to challenge her tormentor. Or at least what's left of them, broken armor, shattered swords, tattered clothes and crushed bones.\n\nThe ogre sniffs the air again, then it grunts happily. It's the same delicious scent, the scent of man flesh!\n\nThen a single figure appears on the top of a nearby hill. Magnificent plate armor of divine class steel covered with golden decorations. Two fearless eyes gaze disdainfully at the ogre and slowly the figure draws a giant two-handed sword from the sheath. The sunlight is reflected on the razor-sharp blade, almost blinding the ogre.\n\nThe princess, torn between the hope for the long await rescue and the fear that her savior will share the same fate as those who came before him, covers her mouth. A silent scream, \"Please save me! Please don't die, savior!\"\n\n\"Huhu, has the puny knight come to rescue his damsel in distress?\" laughs the ogre, while it licks his lips. He wields his giant spiked club as if it's a mere twig. Then he slams it against the ground and releases a deafening roar.\n\nUndisturbed the fearless knight accepts the challenge and slowly removes his helmet... But wait, we might be jumping to conclusions now when we talk about 'him' and 'he', or not?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why would you think that? Go ahead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of course, my apologies for disturbing the flow...\n\nSlowly the knight removes his helmet and casually tosses it aside. He has short raven black hair, mysterious blue eyes that shine like stars and a well toned, somewhat muscular body. An aura of power and majesty surrounds him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The princess looks overjoyed, the knight is far more handsome than all those that came before him. But the next roar of the ogre quickly turns this joy into despair.\n\n\"You look awfully confident, although you're such a puny and overly fragile human,\" says the ogre. \"What are you going to do? Tickle me with your toothpick and get your skull crushed, like the rest of my food? Ha ha!\"\n\nA disgusted frown appears on the face of the knight. \"Please don't misunderstand, filthy bald over-sized monkey. Do you honestly believe, I'm going to dirty my precious sword with your blood? I only carry it around to look cool, I don't wish to have any stains on it.\"\n\n\"Huh??\" utters the ogre surprised. \"Did you wet your pants, brave knight? Are you trying to crawl out of a fight, or did you simply go mad from fear?\"\n\n\"Fear? Don't be ridiculous! The only thing I fear to lose is my immeasurable valuable time. Actually, I'm getting rather bored, is the tea finally ready?\" asks the knight annoyed while he looks over his shoulder.\n\n\"Y-Yes my lord, I'm sorry to have made you wait,\" says a servant while he makes a deep bow. Another servant quickly prepares a chair and a table made out of fine glass, then the first servant serves the tea.\n\nThe knight sits down and takes the cup and elegantly takes a sip from it. \"That foul creature has bothered me for long enough. Soldiers, kill it!\" As soon as the order is given, over a hundred soldiers, who were hidden behind the hill, show themselves. They immediately release a salvo of arrows. The ogre covers his eyes against the rain of projectiles. His skin is very thick and durable. So the arrows barely manage to penetrate a few centimeters deep. In comparison to his body size, it's nothing more than a few scratches. But oh well, the arrows were only fired to buy a bit of time in order to move the ballistas in place. Soon the ogre gets skewered by their spear-like-projectiles. Satisfied with the result, the knight gives the order for the heavy infantry, armed with halberds, to charge. Meanwhile, the cavalry charges the ogre from behind, in a near perfect formation.\n\nIt's a pretty intense fight, the teacup is almost empty when the ogre finally succumbs under its countless bloody wounds. Not long later, the soldiers cut its head off and carry it on a silver platter to their master. The knight leisurely eats a cookie while studying the head of the ogre. \"It seems I once again have saved the realm, by slaying this foul beast. Let's head back... Oh, and let somebody fetch my prize up in the tower. During the banquet in my honor, she can thank me.\"\n\n'Not exactly a fair fight,' some may claim when they witness this. But it would be quite ridiculous to think a fight would ever be fair, especially when the rich and powerful are involved. Besides since when is somebody, as high and mighty like you, acting as a knight? Perhaps it's time to wake up..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[POV change]\n\n\"Your Highness! Your Highness! Please wake up, your highness! The sun has already risen long ago and His Majesty is requesting for Your Highness his presence.\" A rather meddlesome voice suddenly disturbs your sweet dreams. Slowly you open your eyes and see the familiar canopy above you. You're wearing luxurious pajamas, with the royal crest embroidered on your chest. You're laying in your comfy bed, wrapped in the soft linen sheets. Besides the bed stands your servant Frederic, with a rather anxious expression on his middle-aged face.\n\nYou're Xalendar Lanash, the crown prince of the kingdom of Lorimur. Yep, once again it's there, the most hateful moment of the day. The moment some annoying servant comes in whining, that you have to get up. In the seventeen years that you have lived, this has always been the hardest moment of the day. Okay, except on birthdays and other lavish parties in your honor, it's remarkably easier on those days. But unfortunately, this is no such day. Therefore you turn around and say, \"There's still time, give me five more minutes.\"\n\n\"Nooo! Eh...I mean your highness, I beg you to be reasonable. You still need to get dressed, bathe and eat breakfast!\" The last word he almost yells in tears. It's true you have never been that fast when it comes to breakfast, but now he's slightly exaggerating, in your totally unbiased opinion. Unfortunately, there's still one person more important than you in this kingdom, and that's your royal father. So it seems you'll have to put in some effort this time... After five minutes, of course. Never strain yourself!\n\nTwenty minutes later, you're up and relaxing in the bath. Then you hear Frederic's whining again from behind the screen. \"Please hurry, Your Highness!\" Such a stressed worrywart, it must be his age. After the bath, two servants help you get dressed. While they're busy, you're staring in the mirror and speak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You know, you had this rather odd dream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you mean, Your Highness?\" asks Frederic. He's nervously wringing his hands as if he's afraid more time will be lost.\n\n\"In the dream, I fought a foul beast together with my soldiers. Finally, I slew it and saved the day.\"\n\n\"Eh... Your Highness, that wasn't a dream at all! It was last week, that you ordered the royal guard to chase and kill that boar. Because the foul beast had the bold audacity to dodge your arrow and make it look as if you had missed it.\"\n\n\"Ah that boar, no, no. It was a real monster, what was it called again?... An ogre, that was it, the man-eating ogre. And the weirdest thing was, I was some kind of knight!\"\n\n\"An ogre? A creature out of fairy tales? But they often say, that our dreams are a twisted interpretation of reality or some kind of prediction of the future...\" Frederic slowly strokes his beard, while he's pondering. You were just casually making conversation, he wasn't supposed to search for any deeper meaning.\n\n\"Pff! Ridiculous! Just imagine, me as some kind of common knight? Running around saving plebeians? Highly amusing, ha ha!\" While you're laughing, you don't notice that Frederic maintains his serious expression." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once you're dressed, you walk towards the banquet hall for breakfast. You're wearing your usual clothes. A pair of trousers and a shirt weaved from the finest fabric. Together with a vest with the typical royal crest embroidered on it and two sturdy leather boots. Mostly black, it nicely fits together with your hair color. When you arrive, the same boring breakfast awaits. It consists of a dozen delicacies, imported from heavens may know where. Together with some cooled fruit juice and tea, it becomes edible.\n\nWhen you're done tasting the dishes, the leftovers are for the dogs or the servants. Not that much of a difference, anyway. You follow Frederic through the long hallway. You can see the garden through the mosaic glass of the windows, as you walk by. Every servant or guard you encounter on the way always seems to be so busy, hurrying along to somewhere. But as soon as they spot you, they have more than enough time to bow, grovel and spew flattery. So it makes you wonder, if they're actually so busy in the first place and why they're running around as if their legs are on fire?\n\nThen you arrive before the stairs leading to the eastern wing of the palace, where your father's study is located. Quite unusual, parties are organized in the hall or the garden, and official stuff is handled in the throne room. You have only visited your fathers study a few times before and each time your father wasn't exactly pleased with you. For example, the time you decided to host a BBQ in the royal library and almost burned it down to the ground. Or the time you floored the ambassador of Culin, which led to a diplomatic incident. Or the time you screamed, 'Party like there's no tomorrow, it's all on the treasury!' Anyway, it will be the usual, 'Don't abuse your authority, be a kind and righteous ruler... and so on,' After the sermon, you can head back and forget all about it, like always.\n\nWhile you were lost in your thoughts, you have already have arrived before your father's study. Frederic opens the wooden door before you and bows, while he announces you. \"Your Majesty, His royal Highness has arrived.\"\n\nYou walk into the study, while Frederic closes the door behind you, in order to provide his masters with some privacy. It's a large study, more a library than an office by the way. Bookcase after bookcase rises up before you, while the sunlight comes in through the large rounded windows. In the center of the room, there's a large desk, covered in documents and letters. An old man stands near the window, with his back towards you. He's wearing a magnificent crown on his head and a wide robe over his shoulders. It's your esteemed father, King Karlor Lanash. Slowly he turns around and solemnly gazes at you. Although he isn't that old yet, his hair and beard already have become white and deep wrinkles are visible on his face. Some say, your father carries the fate of the entire kingdom on his back. But personally, you disagree. The old man simply gets up way too early and doesn't get enough sleep.\n\nHis posture radiates an almost tangible authority and power. It's like a formless pressure that always weighs down on you when you confront your father. You have inherited the looks from your mother, heavens have her soul, but you possess your father's eyes. And it's those same eyes that are now focused on you. As you feel the stern gaze of the king press down on you, you unconsciously shiver. For a moment you instinctively want to confess whatever you did wrong this time. But no matter how much you strain your memory, nothing comes to mind. Then your father sighs, \"Will I ever witness the day, you're on time for once?... Anyway, I called you here today to discuss an important matter. But first, let me ask you a question. What do you think, is the most important thing a kingdom needs?\"\n\n\"Uuu...\" Some things come to mind, like parties, money, soldiers, more parties, subjects, a large palace, and even more parties. But you're quite sure that your father would disagree if you mentioned any of these.\n\n\"A strong and decisive ruler! There are many kingdoms on this continent, some posses many resources, or have a strategic location, or have a large abundance of vital trade routes. Yet our kingdom, that lacks all of these, prospered and outstripped its competitors. How? Through sheer military force, we have conquered almost a third of the entire continent and have become one of its largest powers. How was such a thing possible? Because your great grandfather was one of the greatest and most fearless knights that have ever existed. He forged the famous knight order, unified the lands and carved a future for a small and weak nation with his sword.\"\n\n\"Yes, father I know, basic history lessons...\" The story of the common knight, that crowned himself king and became the most famous warlord of his age. You have heard it far too many times already.\n\n\"Indeed, and look at you now! What remains of that glory, of that determination and strength? What has become of his descendants?\" His gaze is filled with disappointment, while he slowly shakes his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well... If you put in some effort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, effort... such a simple word, but it's not something you seem to be capable of.\" Your father's voice becomes rather cold. \"The saddest thing isn't that you're not gifted enough, or lack the ability. Neither were you born disabled, or under a star of misfortune. You're actually intelligent. You can answer most questions right, despite the fact that you always sleep during your lessons. The weapon instructor even told me, you're blessed with the talent to be a master of the sword. Yet you threw it aside because it was too 'crude' and you were getting calluses. You know the noble etiquette like the back of your hand, yet you never even bothered to use it. Are those of inferior status not worthy of your respect? As a father, there's nothing more painful than seeing a child grow up into a failure for the sole reason he doesn't put in any effort!\"\n\n\"Come on father, it's just a minor thing. I'll work on it...\"\n\n\"Minor? It's no longer 'minor' after so many years. And exactly when, are you going to 'work' on it? Next morning? Or the one after tomorrow? Or why not next week? Or next year or wait a decade or two?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Father...\"\n\n\"Silence! I don't wish to hear anything anymore!\" He seems to hesitate for a brief moment, but then his face hardens. \"This can't go on any longer, not for a single second! With you as its future king this kingdom has no future, it needs... no, it deserves a strong ruler.\" Then your father angry walks towards the desk and grabs a map. \"To the east of our kingdom, lies the small city-state of Valinor. it has recently become one of our vassal nations. Although small, it contains a lot of valuable ores and it serves as a critical buffer state to protect us against our greatest rival, the kingdom of Karadas. It's a crucial chess piece if we wish to remain in control of this side of the continent. But it's weak and vulnerable. Bandits roam the countryside, the loyalty of the local nobility is questionable at best and the subjects do not carry much love for our great nation. Many greedy eyes already covet it and once war breaks loose it may go up in flames any moment.\"\n\n\"Pretty simple, send more troops!\" do you suggest. Why is your father so concerned about something so simple?\n\n\"We already send troops, sending anymore will not make any difference. It doesn't need an army, it needs a fearless order of knights to vanquish evil and restore peace to those lands.\" Just as you're wondering what kind of unfortunate sucker is going to get that job, your father meaningfully looks at you.\n\n\"From this moment on you'll be stripped of your royal title and authority. You'll tread in the footsteps of your ancestor. Lead your knights in these foreign lands and secure it as a permanent piece of our ever-growing kingdom. Become strong my child, make me proud... or never come back.\"\n\nYou scan your fathers face, searching for the slightest hint. Hoping that he'll say, 'Just kidding, we'll just send another army!' But it seems he's dead serious about it. You're feeling slightly faint in your head, but since this isn't the best moment to pass out, you grip yourself together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Isn't there any other way?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment your father ponders, then he slowly nods. \"Yes, in fact, there is. Although you don't have any siblings you've got your cousins. The least disappointing one amongst them, can take the throne. While you can go ahead and waste your life away as some unimportant minor noble in the countryside.\"\n\nWhen things get presented like that, to choose between knighthood or your obnoxious cousins... The choice suddenly becomes rather easy, there's nothing wrong with being a knight after all. \"On second thought, the people of Valinor need me.\"\n\n\"How noble of you, try to act on it once you're there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now kneel on your left leg and put your right arm over your chest,\" orders your father.\n\n\"Eh? Ooch!\" You're surprised at this sudden command, but before you can ask anything, your father hits you on the head with a book. You suspect your father intentionally used one with an exceptional thick cover. Quickly you kneel down as instructed. Then your father takes an ceremonial short sword out of the desk.\n\n\"Repeat after me: I shall always be true and just, my sword will defend the weak and helpless. No matter when or where I shall never lose sight of my virtues and myself.\"\n\n\"Repeat after me... Ouch\" You're hit with that tick book again.\n\n\"Don't play stupid, skip the 'repeat after me' part and do it right, before I lose the little patience I still have left!\" It seems your father's blood pressure is quickly rising, so quickly you repeat the knightly vows.\n\nThen your father lightly hits your shoulders and finally your head with the flat side of the sword. \"Then I deem you fit to defend this kingdom as one of its knights, rise and may you remain forever true to your vows.\" And so you became a knight, not that hard... quick and easy actually.\n\n\"How many months until, I leave on my vac...eh I mean quest, father?\"\n\n\"Normally you should ask how many days, not how many months. But for once it doesn't matter, we may even express the time frame in years for a change.\" Your father gives you a weird smile, which gives you an ominous premonition. \"You're leaving right now, that means today. So that equals a grand total of 0 days, or 0 months, or 0 years, whatever you prefer.\" You should have known, why did you even start to get your hopes up? Today, out of all days... Why not tomorrow?\n\n\"Uhm, don't I need to assemble my knight group thingy... eh, I mean order or something similar?\" At least that should give enough reason to delay it a bit.\n\n\"Ah, I'm pleased you asked. Your knight order has already been formed, it's called 'The order of the Golden Sun.' Don't ask me about the name, it was chosen by your fellow knights. Speaking of which, they have been assembled in the courtyard, ready to depart any moment now. Don't be shy, you already know most of them... they're kind of... similar to you.\"\n\nAlthough you don't know whether you should interpret that last remark as a compliment or an insult, there's one last thing you wish to ask. \"Father I'm your only child, what if something goes wrong?\"\n\n\"Then both my lineage and my kingdom are doomed, that's also the reason I'm sending you there. If I lose you, I care not for Valinor. What will a father, that lost his only child, do? The same a king, without hope or descendants, would do. I'll forcefully recruit every able-bodied man into the army, even if it cripples the kingdom. I'll march on Karadas and burn everything on my path. The vassal state of Valinor will burn together with Lorimur, every village, every farm...\" It doesn't sound as if your father is joking, he sounds like a desperate madman that's betting his whole fortune on your success. Perhaps you can think of it as parental love... taken to rather extreme lengths...\n\nFaced with such a crazy response, you can't do much more than cough out, \"I'll do my best, farewell father.\" Then you quickly run out of the suffocating room.\n\nNow alone in the office, the mighty king of Lorimur is gone. There's only a tired old man leaning on his desk, his once so dignified stature looks so brittle all of a sudden. Slowly the old king covers his eyes with his hand and almost inaudibly he mutters, \"May the heavens light your path, foolish child.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then everything goes lightening-fast, like a nightmare everything rushes by. An hour later, you're in the courtyard, wearing an armor that looks awfully similar to the one in your recent dream. How dearly you wish this was just a dream now and you could just wake up.\n\nYou're aroused from your thoughts when suddenly a young knight, only a few years older than you, approaches you and makes a fluid military salute. He has short brown hair, standard military cut. He has a faint scar above his left brow and has a steady and confident posture. All together he gives the impression to be quite experienced and reliable. The only odd thing is his gray eyes, for a moment you thought you saw an amused glint in them. Must be your imagination, because when he introduces himself he sounds respectful enough. \"It's an honor to meet you, Your Highness. Your great reputation proceeds you, I heard many unusual things about you.. I'm sir Orlag Gonnar and I have been bestowed the honor to assist you in your noble quest.\"\n\nIf you ignore the flattery, you can conclude this Orlag fellow is your appointed bodyguard. Which immediately raises a few questions. Firstly, is this bloke as reliable as he looks? Only the most accomplished may serve you, not just every wannabe-knight. Secondly, how much does he know about your situation and your mandatory quest? But most importantly, why is he alone? One measly knight is going to be nowhere enough if we're heading to somewhere dangerous! \"I'm counting on you, I guess. But where are the other body... I mean members of our order?\"\n\nWhen Orlag hears your question, his face distorts for a second, then his calmness returns. \"They're here as well, we were waiting for you, Your Highness. But... perhaps a short warning is appropriate, the knight order was formed very recently. So most of our members are still... trying to fit in. Please follow me, your highness, I will introduce them to you.\" After giving this weird warning, Orlag leads you towards the rest of the knights.\n\nFurther away, you spot a short fat man, around your age, sitting on a magnificent white steed. He has short black hair and dark brown eyes. He has the same type of plate armor as you but is wearing a wide array of jewelry on top of it. Five golden necklaces and a dozen golden rings on his fingers, with a gemstone embedded in each of them. He is riding his horse with two golden slippers on his feet. His face is becoming red as he's agitatedly screaming at the nearby servants. \"Whaat!! You complete and utter imbeciles didn't bring my glass chessboard, my exquisite sofa, my collection of fine paintings, my...\"\n\nThe servants desperately try to calm their master. \"Please calm your anger, my lord. We were ordered to only bring you the bare essentials for your journey. I-I brought you your riding boots, please wear them instead of your slippers!\"\n\nBut instead of calming down, it seems he only flares up even more. \"You ignorant dimwit! I'm talking about the bare essentials! Besides I don't need those distasteful boots!\"\n\nOrlag carefully glances at you and then scrapes his throat. \"Uhm, Your Highness,...this young lord here is one of your companions.\"\n\n\"You can spare yourself the trouble to introduce him, I know him better than I would like to admit.\" Bloody hell, of course, you know this guy! There's only one, who wears golden slippers when he's riding a horse. He's the only person, who can utterly crush you at an eating competition. It's your best buddy, Bomboulos Zannar, the only son of the arch-duke. Together with him, you raised hell in the palace. So you're fairly close. But, just because you know him so well, you're not happy at all. His skills with the sword are even more terrible than yours... when you were five years old. So you can't expect him to play the role of a body-guard.\n\nThen Bomboulos spots you and immediately his rage subsides. He directs his horse towards you and manages to remain in the saddle when the horse stops before you. \"Great to see you boss Xalendar! They certainly gave us a few worthless servants.\"\n\nYou return his greeting, \"Great to see you too, Bomboulos,...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But why did you join the order?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh,\" utters Bomboulos, as if the question is totally unneeded and the answer is clear. But judging from Orlag's curious expression, as he's attentively listening. It seems you're not the only person wondering about his motives. Then he continues, \"Isn't that obvious? Bravery and chivalry run through my blood! How could I not partake in this epic journey?\"\n\nYou know this guy well enough to know, that he's lying through his teeth. Chivalry? He probably read it somewhere in a book and thought it was some kind of exotic dessert. \"Don't lie, tell me the truth.\"\n\n\"...Uhm it's the truth! As soon as I heard it, I couldn't stand the injustice any longer. I jumped on my horse, ready to fight evil any day!\"\n\nIn your entire life, you have never seen Bomboulos 'jump' on anything else than an all-you-can-eat buffet. \"Fine then, if you want to play it that way... Where are we going and what are we going to do?\"\n\n\"...Uhm... we're going somewhere else, to do something?\"\n\n\"I'm asking you, what?\"\n\n\"Well, we could do various things...like...like... slaying a dragon?\"\n\n\"Ugh,\" groans Orlag while he grasps his forehead. It seems he didn't expect such a nonsensical answer. Anyway, even if dragons truly existed, you would never take this guy along.\n\nFinally, he admits the truth. \"My old man forced me. I had to choose between not inheriting the family's fortune and joining the order.\" Well, you can kind of understand what he's going through, so you drop the subject." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anyway, where are the others?\" do you ask.\n\n\"Oh, you mean the rest of the gang? They're over there!\" says Bomboulos, while he points over his shoulder. For a moment it looks like Orlag wants to correct him, but he changes his mind and simply sighs. Normally, the word 'gang' wouldn't be appropriate when speaking about a knight order, but now it kind of fits. Because behind Bomboulos, you can see the rest of your buddies.\n\nLady Tyrwill Remenir, who's struggling with climbing on her horse, while wearing a long dress with large frills. Four maids are frantically trying to assist her, while another servant keeps the horse on a leash. Due to a lack of success, she loses her patience and pushes her blond curls aside and yells, \"I want to ride the horse, help me!! Or I will tell daddy, how useless you all are!\" Although she's quite pretty, her spoiled rotten nature kind of ruins it. And if even someone like you has that opinion, then it's really serious. She's a real flower groomed in a greenhouse. You could probably attempt to persuade her to give up, but she's even more stubborn than your old man and even dumber than Bomboulos. So you probably have to give up.\n\nWhile the servants are fetching a ladder for her, you focus on the next person. Hallas Fjornhell, the only person who can't even beat Bomboulos in a fight. He has long brown hair hanging over his pale face and a slim build. He's a dirty cheat and his only talent is running away from something dangerous. Although he himself, calls it strategically retreating, perhaps he's right. He's the unmatched champion in it, so he may know better. According to rumors his family controls the entire underworld of the kingdom. Although his methods are quite underhanded, you can trust him as long as you never show him your back. He's currently sleeping on a nearby chair, loudly snoring. Well, you gotta give it to him. It's still early, it's not even noon yet!\n\nSo you decide to let Hallas get his rest and turn towards the last person. Lady Fariera Cillis, the one and only daughter of the bloody duchess. According to the rumors, her mother painted the streets red when she executed everybody who disagreed with her surrender to Lorimur. Although she looks like a courageous mature lady with her flaming red hair, she inherited her mothers snake-like personality. Fiery and bloody, to say the least. Anyway, at the moment, she's looking in a mirror and applying lipstick. Everybody has his or her priorities and her number one priority was always her appearance.\n\nBomboulos, Tyrwill, Hallas and Fariera, the sons and daughters of the wealthy and powerful. And you always were the leader of this group, because you're totally awesome of course! Being the sole heir to the throne is only a small unimportant detail. Under normal circumstances, you might have been glad to see them. But unfortunately, they all share the same short-coming, none of them are knights. So you voice your doubts. \"Since when are you all knights?\"\n\n\"Oh, Since yesterday. I bought my knighthood for a measly 1000 golden crowns, didn't know it was that cheap,\" says Bomboulos.\n\n\"What! You're telling me that you just bought your title and didn't earn it through your achievements?\" asks Orlag. You have no clue why he seems so indignant, one look at somebody like Bomboulos is enough to know he didn't earn his title.\n\n\"I deserved the title the day I was born, I merely paid an administrative fee to accelerate the formalities,\" defends Bomboulos himself. That might be true, the Zannar family would even charge their own blood.\n\n\"Perhaps you did, but I haven't bought it!\" yells Tyrwill, while she shows a triumphant smile. \"I got it as a present from my daddy!\"\n\nThen Orlag grows visibly agitated while he glances at Hallas and Fariera. You can bet Hallas either stole his title or falsified some documents and you may hang if Fariera got her title legitimately. So perhaps it's time to change the subject?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Got yours recently too!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"...Y-Your Highness...\" stutters Orlag, as if he's trying to prevent you from confirming his fears.\n\n\"My father knighted me an hour ago! Quite a shock, it was, I had to repeat so many boring lines...\" Of course, you crush such hopes immediately. But your friends don't mind it. In fact, as soon as you start complaining, Bomboulos gets motivated too. He begins to tell about his tiring knighting experience and everything that came with it. Well not that surprising, aside from spouting insults and eating, everything is tiring to him.\n\nOrlag simply shrugs disillusioned and walks back. Perhaps it's for the best he didn't get any high hopes for this knight order." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Post-Apocalyptic", "Romance", "RPG", "Science Fiction", "Serious", "War", "Zombie" ]

[ 126, 107, 111, 56, 26, 10, 5, 23 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nsci-fi\n\nStory elements:\nContest Entry, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance, RPG, Science Fiction, Serious, War, Zombie\n\nSeed text:\nPlay as a human turned-Vampire forced to kill to survive. As a man dying for eternity, you set your mind and body to find and kill the man who made you this way.\nFind the light in the blinding rush that is vengeance or embrace the darkness that is your being.\nBeware the Zealous and fear the Professor.\nNOTE: You are encouraged to use the 'go back' button if the need ever arises in this game, as death scenes are aplenty. They aren't random though, and if you read and think through every choice survival should be easy enough. Still, it'd be a shame if you stopped playing after a premature ending, so make use of that button! Thanks, and good luck.\nAnother NOTE: There will be times in the story where 'choices' will be labeled as 'optional'. They aren't necessary to the story, but they add more beef and 'behind the scenes' action to it.\nThird NOTE: As of now, there are 4 'official' endings, one of them true, two of them good/evil, and the last practically a loss. There was supposed to be an expansion added to the game where you'd have the choice to leave Kelso, and that path is actually thought out and partly-written already-- however, looking at it realistically I do not have the time nor the motivation to finish it so I'm republishing it on the grounds that it's entirely self-contained.\nHUGE thanks to:\nJJJ-thebanisher- for giving extremely helpful advice on how to write fight scenes.\nAman- For urging me to get this finished.\nDrakilian- His evilness is contagious.\nEndmaster- Just an inspiring dude.\nSethaniel- Just an inspiring dude (and a judge).\nFleshnblood_78- Also a judge, and a pretty cool dude as well.\nMadglee- for hosting the contest which pretty much forced me to finish.\nVarious teachers who have supported writing and creativity in general.\nAnd the Sonny games by Krin. (As this storygame is loosely inspired from it.)\n2nd Place Contest Entry for the 3/1/2015 Post-Apocalyptic Storygame-Tournament!\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vampire.\n\nIndeed, that is what Kelso called you. You can still hear his cold, baritone voice explaining it to you. Vampires in the tales of Fantasy are glamorized; nigh-immortal, sexually desirable, powerful. But, while you suppose you are some of those things, in truth, you are not much more than an albino with a lot of health issues. The sun, he said, will damage your skin more than anything else. Any sort of foodstuff can't be digested anymore by your barely functioning bodily systems. He claims to have an idea of what the 'Professor' was trying to do to us, but for whatever reason, he has dodged the questions anytime you ask.\n\nAny information other than that, Kelso hasn't revealed. The irking thing is that it is obvious he knows what's going on, but he consistently acts as if it is in your own good you don't know what went on.\n\nThe nights have been hard since your escape from the Facility. Most nights you wake up shivering, after all the nightmares you've been dealing with. It's terrifying, and it only makes you wonder what horrible things were done to you at the Facility. You do know that they must have affected your ability to feel. No, not the wishy washy 'emotional' garbage you'd usually expect, but your sense of touch was dulled. While a lot of your senses have been heightened, that one stands out. You feel very little pain from your feet, which is odd; considering how you spent your time running over cracked glass just two days ago, but it seems to have healed recently.\n\nWaiting. It should be sunrise by now. Kelso said you shouldn't get out, as you are a creature of the darkness now. He, on the other hand, has been out for the entire night and then some. You're not sure what Kelso is hunting for, but you know that you're beginning to get thirsty. More and more questions begin to build up, and no doubt the bastard won't answer half of them. Even while you ran with him through the night, running across various landscapes. Most are just a barren dessert, though every once in while you'd pass a half-buried house like this.\n\n\"Bright lights up ahead.\" He said. A city only several miles down. Kelso must have gone there for the clothes he mentioned, but you hope he's safe...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue waiting inside for Kelso" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A sigh leaves your lips as you ruffle your hair with your hand. Now scratching, several hairs fall off. Perhaps not too unusal; trivial, even. But things like this interest people in boredom. That, and the twitching of a certain fly beside the table. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.\n\nIt's annoying. Your nose flares as you continue to sit. Sleep isn't what it used to be either, more like an odd sort of meditating. Besides that, your senses continue to ring as the fly takes to the air around you. It lands, and you feel a faint tickle on your cheek-- And you catch the damned bugger. Nothing but your hand moved, a small action was all it took to take the flies life. You didn't even mean to kill it immediately, though you don't mind it's yellow ooze. Without feeling it, you squished it. Threat destroyed, you put your fingers to your temples and try to meditate.\n\nAlmost immediately, your mind begins to drift...\n\nCome on, wake up!\n\n\"Wuh? What's going on? Who are you?\"\n\nWe can formally reintroduce ourselves later damnit, the lab is falling apart!\n\nThe lab? What lab? Why the hell am I in a lab?\n\nI'll explain everything once we're safe. But we need to go. Now.\n\nIt is then when your eyes adjust enough that you can actually view the chaos that surrounds you. The red, flashing lights give you just enough light to make out cracked capsules with smelly liquid pouring out from them and flooding the floor. Looking even slightly up, you can see your own smashed container, as well as the pillars supporting the ceiling riddled with cracks. An odd assortment of humanoids seem to be sprawled out on the floor, with several still writhing and creeping sluggishly.\n\nBut besides all this, you don't really feel much, considering. A numbing liquid surrounding and licking at your sides, but not much else. You can't even recognize your own heart beat. Then again, that's quite possibly due to the tension and commotion. Perhaps you were numbed while in that storage container.\n\nThe man beside you seems to still shaking you, though it takes you several seconds to notice. Grabbing you by the hand, he begins to force you up and drag you along until your legs begin to feel enough to move. Although still sluggish, your motor controls seem to be working better than whatever you could remember. Finally, you feel like you can resume mumbling out questions, even while hurtling around breaking pillars and stumbling on broken glass.\n\nWhere... where are we going?\n\nOut. The Zealots of the Church may come in any moment, so we need to evacuate.\n\nThe Church? I... Can you at least tell me your name?\n\nStop talking. Just run.\n\nHow do you expect me to trust you if I don't even know who you are?\n\nI'm not sure you know who you are either, right now it's best you trust me and shut the hell up.\n\nAnd you do. Thinking about it, you really don't remember who you are. Who you were? It's... blank.\n\nThe man's hand is outstretched, motioning you to hold on and follow.\n\nA sudden crashing noise awakes you from your revelation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A uniformed man appears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Out of nowhere, a humanoid with flashy armor leaps at you. Fearful, you quickly send out a powerful jab, lamely clunking on his armor as he topples on top of you. You expect him to attack, or continue the assault, but he appears to be as dazed you are. Although the metal armor is heavy, you're able to throw him off of yourself, hearing a splintering in the wooden floor as he lands.\n\n\"I'm here.\"\n\nIt's Kelso. His striking features resemble an older gentleman. Whitish blonde hair and a gruff voice, though perhaps with a slight German accent-- almost grandfather-like. \"Master, where were you? What... is this man doing here?\"\n\n\"C.E. Agent, member of the Church and Special-Forces Unit for taking care of our kind. You need to kill this filth.\"\n\nYou raise an eyebrow, \"What? I dunno... Ugh. No, Kelso. He's just, like, doing his job. I think? No, it doesn't matter! What's going on?\"\n\n\"His job is to murder Creations, government is after us and the rest of the-- the Professor's creations. We're not safe. Which, is why you need to kill this officer. You need to get used to this before it becomes more common to handle.\"\n\nThe soldier slowly looks up at you, scrambling to get up. \"You two... speak? Lord in heaven, the damned speak!\"\n\nYou can imagine his eyes would be widening right about now, but his entire body is covered in the metal suit, flashing with electric blue lining, his helmet with a black visor. The figure, now up, begins to scramble for a rifle-like object, but Kelso gives a heavy slap to the back of his head, sending the man flying forward, his helmet flying off in a different direction.\n\n\"Kelso, Creations? What the hell is going on? Tell me!\"\n\n\"First, kill him.\"\n\n\"I'm really not sure about this...\"\n\n\"Kid, I know you're hungry.\" It's true. \"This is the only thing you can feast on.\"\n\nYou just stare in disbelief, shaking your head. Kelso stares at you for a moment before turning around and kicking the operative in the side. You hear a dent and a crack, likely his ribs were smashed along with his armor.\n\n\"Let's get your questions over with. Now. You need to decide what you'll do with him.\"\n\nYou take a deep breath, just shocked at everything that's transpiring. After mumbling and scratching your head, you think you know what to ask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After asking all the questions you can think of, you watch the pained man writhe and groan. The domineering Kelso looks at his pitiful state, bends down and puts his index finger to right above where his carotid artery is, obviously sensing for the pulse. \"Here, sink your teeth in and drink.\"\n\nAlthough you are hesitant, your instincts take over as your mouth begins to water slightly, making it slightly less dry for the first time. As you bend down, you begin to feel... fangs protrude from your upper jaw. Sharp, powerful teeth, ready to satiate your hunger. Hoping to get it over with, instinct and lust takes over as you bring your head down and get your teeth stuck on top of his neck. Rich, red blood squirts with an ugly squishing sound.\n\n\"God damnit, on the artery!\"\n\nKelso grabs your neck and, pulling your fangs out of the man, forces it back on the right place. You moan, half in pleasure and the other half in disgust. It tastes... salty, filling. It tasted good, and you don't mind choking on this stuff. It's the first time you've felt such a rush, it's like a drug...\n\nBut, on the other hand... This isn't human. This man... He's screaming, begging. Something about children and the forces of evil...\n\nAs Kelso let's you have control of your own neck again, the sudden rush ends, and you cough out the other man's blood. \"You didn't have to kill him, but he's dead now. Which is actually a good thing, but you really should be less sloppy. You missed.\" He continues to smile. Kelso begins to strip the Zealot's armor off, and hands it to you. A walkie-talkie falls to the floor and clatters, though it remains undamaged.\n\n\"Now we can begin.\" He tosses you the armor, a hoodie, and some sort of... lotion?\n\nYou catch, it reflexively, \"Begin what?\"\n\n\"Our vengeance. Tying up loose ends. Give meaning to your un-life.\"\n\n\"I... I just killed a man!\"\n\n\"Who was going to kill you. Plus, it was an accident.\"\n\nYou stand there, with bloody hands and a mouth dripping with delectable blood. Kelso... What's he up to? He... You think he's a good person, he saved you. But, this isn't right. Maybe you should get away...\n\n\"Snap out of it kid, we have a duty to fulfill. This isn't a blessing what happened to you and me, and that's why we need to kill the man who did this to us, so he can't do this to others.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lacking a healthy alternative, join Kelso for your new life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's like the first time you remember Kelso. His hand outstretched, asking him to join you... You shake it firmly.\n\nIt's crazy, but you trust him. Like a baby chick to the first thing it sees... It's funny. He's become of a master and more like a father. While he may not have the most moral methods, he still knows way more than you and will help you through it. Besides, the Professor no doubt know your origins, before you kill him you might even get that from him. If you stick with Kelso, that is.\n\nAs silence consumes the conversation, you attempt at conversing, \"So, the lotion...\"\n\n\"Sun-tan lotion. It wears off after a small while, but it'll protect you when it counts. Spread it on your face, wouldn't want that to peel all the way off. The hoodie and that is the best things I was able to take.\"\n\n\"So you stole it?\"\n\nHe shrugs. \"Took it. We need to hide, remember? Can't have people know about us and our condition. The soldiers are much stronger when they are in control. Also: the Zealot's armor. It's worth equipping, just need to turn off the flashy-light part.\"\n\n\"And now what?\"\n\n\"You stop asking questions and let me finish.\" He eyes you with seeming annoyance. \"We'll be finding his stronger Creations that no doubt survived this long. They're a violent lot though, which is why having you will be a big help. I figure one of them will know where the Professor is.\"\n\nAs if reading your mind, he continues, \"And we find them by trailing the C.E. Division, which have specific DNA trackers on some of us. Not you or myself, thankfully, but a good deal of the Creations were registered to the government. Government program and all... But anyhow, we're going to town soon. I say we wait at the police station, they should have an outpost there. After hearing where they are, we hitch a ride in one of their vans. Not a very elaborate plan, but it'll probably work.\"\n\nHe stares at you, as if expecting resistance. \"Unless you have a better idea?\"\n\n\"Actually..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No. It seems solid enough. Let's do it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It seems solid enough, let's do it.\"\n\nHe nods in return, as if pondering about something. \"Then let's go.\"\n\n\"Now? Are you sure I'm ready?\"\n\n\"Yes now. You're ready.\" Kelso smiles.\n\nSuffice to say, you're pretty confident. You're in full control of your new body, and the armor you looted off the zealot may be bulky, but you'd be damned if you didn't look awesome with it. All this gave your self-esteem a much needed boost before setting off to the City. Kel, as you've come to call him, probably realized that when he offered it to you. Admittedly, it's probably why you haven't pressed him for questions on the plan; he just seems to have everything under control.\n\nNow, on the night of the full moon, Kelso's ambiguous plan will be enacted. Perhaps the full moon was completely planned, or perhaps not. Regardless, the tension can be felt in the air. Regardless, the journey to the flashy city several miles down is uneventful, save for the fascinating landscape and occasional howls that Kelso doesn't seem to hear (you've mentioned this to him; and he took interest but told you to save it for later, as it may be important).\n\nBut yes, the landscape changed dramatically from the collection of half-buried houses that you were holed up in with Kelso. From complete, uninhabited desert, to a flashy, futuristic town with strobe lights and a somewhat dense population considering the size of the premises. It's not even that big, but it's... Out of place. Surrounded by desert, it stands as a beacon of light.\n\nYour mentor is garbed with the hoodie he gave you earlier, his older, but surly exterior showing out in the twilight. As he leads you through the sand to the City, he suddenly stops to speak; and you stand at attention.\n\n\"So, you're probably all ears to hear what my plan was.\"\n\nYou nod. \"Err, yes.\"\n\n\"Then why didn't you ask? Didn't my plan sound ridiculous\"\n\nThe wind stops blowing. \"I know you have everything under control. I trust in you, master.\"\n\nKelso turns to face you, his face solemn and grim.\n\n\"Then you're not what I need. I want to tame a lion, not a goat.\" He spits, and before you know it your face has hit the rough sand. You quickly turn to see Kelso jumping up, the moon behind him and his silver claws in front, his eyes now turned red and gleaming. You jump from the ground to the side, but his hand catches your chest. You breathe; it doesn't regenerate.\n\nAnother breath. More blood squirts out. His other hand now clawing at your eyes. Aching pain... it's all black, but you're still alive!\n\nYou can feel your body spasming, and you turn all your confusion into rage and power, but to no avail...\n\nYou have been killed by your mentor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's like the first time you remember Kelso. His hand outstretched, asking him to join you... You shake it firmly.\n\nIt's crazy, but you trust him. Like a baby chick to the first thing it sees... It's funny. He's become of a master and more like a father. While he may not have the most moral methods, he still knows way more than you and will help you through it. Besides, the Professor no doubt know your origins, before you kill him you might even get that from him. If you stick with Kelso, that is.\n\nAs silence consumes the conversation, you attempt at conversing, \"So, the lotion...\"\n\n\"Sun-tan lotion. It wears off after a small while, but it'll protect you when it counts. Spread it on your face, wouldn't want that to peel all the way off. The hoodie and that is the best things I was able to take.\"\n\n\"So you stole it?\"\n\nHe shrugs. \"Took it. We need to hide, remember? Can't have people know about us and our condition. The soldiers are much stronger when they are in control. Also: the Zealot's armor. It's worth equipping, just need to turn off the flashy-light part.\"\n\n\"And now what?\"\n\n\"You stop asking questions and let me finish.\" He eyes you with seeming annoyance. \"We'll be finding his stronger Creations that no doubt survived this long. They're a violent lot though, which is why having you will be a big help. I figure one of them will know where the Professor is.\"\n\nAs if reading your mind, he continues, \"And we find them by trailing the C.E. Division, which have specific DNA trackers on some of us. Not you or myself, thankfully, but a good deal of the Creations were registered to the government. Government program and all... But anyhow, we're going to town soon. I say we wait at the police station, they should have an outpost there. After hearing where they are, we hitch a ride in one of their vans. Not a very elaborate plan, but it'll probably work.\"\n\nHe stares at you, as if expecting resistance. \"Unless you have a better idea?\"\n\n\"Actually..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why don't we just signal them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kelso rubs at his clean chin. \"Elaborate.\"\n\nYou hold up the walky-talkie, \"If they know where the Professor is, then that means they're either working for him, like you're assuming, or are just planning their vengeance; If we can get a message to them, get their attention--\"\n\n\"Then the C.E. Soldiers will get to us and them.\"\n\n\"Not unless our signal is obscure, something only a Creation would know. Can I assume that we're the only one who refer to the Professor, as, well, a professor?\"\n\nYour mentor smiles, \"Yes... That's what the greater Creations called him. Myself, the Werewolf, Stein, and several others. We all were forced under the bastard to look over Lessers, like yourself. One of them are bound to be in this town, has the smallest C.E. division in the East. We just have to hope we'll be able to handle them in the case that they're still loyal. So you want us to send a wide broadcast, maybe even a flare labeled 'Professor', and hope we catch some of our brethren?\"\n\n\"That,\" you continue, \"or we lure the church to us by contacting them with the Walkie, and just beat the information out of them. By the sounds of it, they'd be expecting a trap, so they wouldn't bring all their operatives to this location. Hopefully they have an idea where the other Creations are. It's not a perfect plan, but it's uh, better than yours. Don't think you can just nab one like you did with the last one, now that they're probably on guard.\"\n\nKelso nods, considering both of your plans, \"Much better. Regardless, Mr. Plans, we need to train.\"\n\n\"Train, for what?\" Crossing your arms as a child would, you question Kelso. \"I feel like you're not telling me everything. Even if the plan is solid, but we need to be solid, with, umm, each-other.\"\n\nWith a chuckle, Kelso replies, \"What do you think we're doing? We're fighting against an elite military operation, as well as bio-genetically advanced Creations. We're not playing here, son, there's going to be blood. I'm pretty certain that you'll be able to be very powerful if we train accordingly. This may be surprising, but I think you should cherish your undeath while it lasts. Not to mention that I'd rather not jeopardize myself.\"\n\n\"... So the Creations are going to be very hostile?\"\n\nHe shrugs in return, \"Maybe, more likely than not anyhow. We're betting on whether they're still loyal or not to their Creator.\"\n\n\"Why would they still be loyal to that... that bastard?\"\n\n\"Well, he did save our lives.\" You stand in silence with a confused frown. Kelso continues. \"Mind you, he also treated us like lab rats and played with our genetic-material. That's why we're going to find him and his Creations, to put an end to it once and for all, so no one else is 'saved' by that man.\" You nod in understanding. Kelso and yourself... You're going to help the world together. Clean it.\n\nA hero...\n\n\"The valley of dunes at night is the best place and time. We'll train today and tomorrow, and by then you should be ready. Now, more about that plan of yours...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You contact the other Creations in any way possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You spend the next several nights preparing for action, training with Kelso. Over the course of your tutoring, you've begun to really fit into your new, adaptable body. You're able to fight, and you're able to think, strategize. Be efficient, be in control. You know you're ready, and you don't need Kelso to convince you of that anymore. You feel like you're ready to pull off one of your plans.\n\nIt's night once again, with the Moon full and bright. Kelso is clad in your hoodie, his aged but intimidating features showing out from under it. It didn't seem like his ideal clothes (you could see him rocking a cloak) but when at night a hoodie is probably more practical. You're still garbed in the bulky, but inspiring armor of the Zealot, just with the lights on the outside turned off. You look to your Mentor, who's sitting beside you in the half-buried house. You begin to explain your simplistic, though wishful plan to your mentor.\n\n\"This is obviously just an assumption, but if we were able to nick a talkie pretty quick, then any other Creation in the area would probably have one.\" You begin, eyeing Kelso's facial expression.\n\nBlank. \"Sound logic.\"\n\nYou cough, and then continue, \"But they wouldn't use the same channel that the Church uses to communicate, I'd assume. So if we fiddle with the channel, go through each one very thoroughly, then-\"\n\n\"We may find a fellow, nearby Creation. Interesting, though it may not work.\"\n\n\"And if it doesn't work then we can try my other plan.\" You say arguing for your plans.\n\n\"Well, we should get this done quick then. You're likely going to get hungry if you don't drink soon. Couple of days, I think.\"\n\nYou shudder; drinking like you did last time wasn't fun. Even if it was tasty. \"So, you think it's worth a shot?\"\n\nHe nods, \"Provided you know what to say to them if they reply.\"\n\nThoughts begin to form, though you can admit to yourself that you're not a hundred percent certain on what you could say. Hello, we're looking for the Professor? ... Um, want to tell us where you are? Thanks, please don't kill us when we meet.\n\nYou laugh, the situation playing out in your head. \"Let's do it then, no reason not to.\" You grab around and find the Zealot's walkie-talkie, and switch it on...\n\nClick\n\nYou immediately memorize where the current dial is set at and then begin to move the dial all the way to the left. You wait for a moment, only hearing static. The dial moves about a millimeter to the right-- just static. One centimeter at a time... To say the least, it gets aggravating. More static, keeps going, and going, and no dice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You trudge along..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every time the dial moves slightly less than a centimeter, you pause for thirty seconds, push the button and recite in monotone, \"Hello, are you knowledgeable about the Professor?\" Hoping you catch something or get a response. Kelso's eventual chuckles are disconcerting, to say the least, but you focus on the problem at hand. You continue pushing the dial to the right, passing it's original point and beyond. Meanwhile, you're praying to no deity in particular that your plan succeeds. You want to impress Kelso. He's like a father-figure, the first person you saw when your hatched out of your tube. On the other hand, he's a teacher who's withholding information, which gets frustrating at times. You remain conflicted about the only person you have met in your vampiric form.\n\nSuddenly, you hear a response. Short and you can't make out what it's saying, but it's something. You push the button and repeat, \"Hello?\" You stop pressing.\n\nLots of static, probably bad reception on their end. A gruff, snarling voice speaks out, \"Who's there? What's this about a professor?\"\n\n\"You know who I'm talking about.\" You reply, hoping. \"The Professor, the one who Created us.\"\n\n\"Then who are you?\"\n\n\"A fellow Creation, and I want to join forces. The Zealots are too many in number for my liking.\"\n\n\"Do you really... Who's with you?\"\n\nYou look to Kelso, who brings a finger to his lips. \"Just... Just me. Why?\"\n\n\"Because you're lying.\" The voice coughs, sending over a truly ugly sound over the transceiver, \"But no matter. You wish to join the Wolves then, right?\"\n\n\"Assuming your group can take care of itself. How many are your group and where are you?\"\n\n\"Five and growing. You won't find it, it's under the ground.\"\n\nAnd growing? \"So can you lead me to where you guys are?\"\n\nYou wait a couple of moments, and then he answers, \"Hmm... Nah. We don't need more nutbars in this camp. I'd rather not bring attention to our hideout from the Zealots.\"\n\nSon of a bitch. \"Well, you're missing out, Wolfie.\"\n\n\"I'm sure I am, haha.\"\n\nYou click it off. \"Sorry, Kelso, that was pretty pointless.\"\n\n\"Though interesting. It doesn't sound like they're too interested in finding the Professor, rather just survival. Perhaps with a little arm twisting we can get in there...\"\n\n\"If we find out where they are.\"\n\n\"Well, that's what Plan B is for, right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to lure a Zealot here, in hopes one of them know where the Wolf hideout is." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Err, uh, yeah. Let's try my other plan.\"\n\nKelso laughs. \"Of course.\"\n\n\"Hey, both of my plans were better than your's.\" You argue, setting the dial back to where it was. Now that you think about it, you wonder why the Church never went out looking for the Zealot which your mentor killed, and you killed. Perhaps they did, just you and Kelso never noticed it. Or perhaps the Zealots often went out in long journeys without communication.\n\nNo matter now, You realize, they'll pick up at the signal. Somebody will.\n\nExcitedly, you fidget for the WT, and grasp it firmly. You clear your throat to speak, but Kelso briefs you.\n\n\"Remember, just put the channel on. Listen in and wait for a while, and if nothing turns up then try speaking. But only then.\"\n\n\"Does it matter?\"\n\n\"It might.\"\n\nYou cough again, then breathe in. Out. In.\n\nYou put the dial back to where it was in the first place.\n\nOut. Nothing but static, for now. Minutes go by. You stand at the ready. But all is static. Ten minutes turns to half an hour, though your body doesn't stop tensing. Something is coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to communicate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You push the button on the walkie-talkie, and speak into it. \"Hello?\"\n\nMoments pass. After several more crackles you get a response. A cool female voice speaks out, \"Sebastian? Seargent, is everything alright?\" British?\n\nKelso shoots you a sideways glance. You can almost feel him sending you a message with his eyes. Be creative, you call the shots for now.\n\nYou blink. Ahem, \"I have spotted some of the err, creations.\"\n\n\"Well of course you have.\" Matter of fact tone. \"We've known where the devils that are the Wolves have been for a while now. We just need to strike them. Which reminds me, we should get back to base.\"\n\nPerfect. Ish. \"No! The, uh, lord helped me and I found others.\"\n\n\"Others? What do you mean?\"\n\n\"There are other Creations that have escaped aside from the, uh, wolves, and-\"\n\nThe woman on the other side is excited, \"More?\"\n\n\"Um, only one. That I found, at least. But one is one too many. I uh, need backup.\"\n\n\"Stop stuttering, Sebastian. This is important. Where are you? Now searching it up...\" Pause. \"Your GPS tracker hasn't been functioning for a couple of days. That's probably why security has tightened around the City. Where the hell are you?\"\n\nShit. \"Well, uh, the battery died and, uh, things happened.\"\n\n\"Things? Sebastian, I... Did it take you hostage?\"\n\nYou've decided you like her voice. \"It?\"\n\nShe lowers her voice, \"What is your general location, Sebastian? We'll find you. You'll be safe.\"\n\nYou pause, looking to Kelso for help. To tell the truth, you have no idea where you are. Kelso looks the other way. You sigh, annoyed at him. Maybe he's just a bit offended that your plan was better. Or not." } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 142, 80, 52, 23, 12, 3, 2, 8 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: mystery / thriller] [Tags: Serious] [Description: EDITS: unpublished for a moment to fix some missing pages.\nThe Devil's Act - an event in history carried out by one man that obliterated three entire states. Bana-Jxo has been leading a rather undercover life after what he'd done, but when the government starts sending out his own kind to kill him, he gets into a crux that uncovers just when all went wrong. Now, Bana must figure out the secrets of the Zempaph people, and protect newly found comrades in the process...\n\"The first rule to remember, Julian, is that pain is a gift to lead to a better tommorrow... A bittersweet gift, but still a gift.\"] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Creator Notes: Please maximize the window to fully enjoy. I made this to tell a story while allowing you to see first-hand what the characters feel, think, and what they've been through. I wanted to make something enjoyable and worthwhile, so here it is.\n\nDisclaimer: All pictures are not mine - they are from google. Where the heck else will I, a 14-year-old, get angel pictures? However, all characters and such are mine.\n\n We throw out our bodies on the fire and we die,\nSettle into ashes as the flames keep piling high\nWe tossed and spread the kerosene and alcohol,\nThe ethylene ignited cardboard homes.\nThe second in a hundred and again as many years\nStreet signs, skyscrapers and names.\nState Street, what a great street\nWhen the places and the people stayed the same.\n\nWinter beats the summer on the worst ones\nI fall in love again on the first ones\nCarbon vapor lines burn as a grid\nLike the burning summer evenings like my fingertips did ...\n\nThis town is choking on our filth\nObstinate displays of wealth\nClog our Lincoln, Wicker, Rogers parks.\nHere's to your health Chicago.\nFiddle as we burn.\nNevermore, nevertheless\nBuild it up and tear it down and never learn .....\n\n-- The Lawrence Arms" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You start the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a strange soft ringing in my ears, but I cannot open my eyes. Cinders of gray and red have blinded me, my movement halted by something large crushing into my back, my ribs. In an instant, I remember everything. A sound of gunfire and a thick, hearty smell of fuel makes me naseous.\n\n\"Yuzo! Aki!\" I can't even recognize my voice, it's so torn and raggerd.\n\nThe apartment is no longer an apartment, but a pile of rubble and belongings - some of them I would know as my own. Swollen and burning with tears, my eyes try to pry open and see, and I'm made frantic by the sound of perpetual ringing and crumbling.\n\nMy leg is mingled under the thick layers of debris and rock, and I fear it will only mangle worse with struggles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to pry away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I finally decide to try to pry myself out from under the rubble, I brace my abused hands down and pull out with as much vigor as I had to muster. I had to tell myself, no matter the strain placed on my leg, that staying would not save me. I have to escape, and I have to find Aki and Yuzo. I can't simply abandon my childhood friends.\n\nThere was a loud pop that came after my leg was released from the painful hold, and I screamed. Oh, how I wish to see. I could feel hot ash brush under my face, in my hair. I tried so horribly to leep them away; I must've been pathetic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go find Aki and Yuzo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, I have gotten through much of the debris, though troubling. At the moment, my mind was set upon my two friends. If I was in such a wretched state, what was of them?\n\n\"Y-Yuzo! Can you hear me! Please answer me!\"\n\nThey could've been buried in debris..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go find help." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decide to find someone to help, someone who has better eyes and can see more than me. Someone who could tell me whether my friends have made it through; I would not make it without it.\n\n\"Is anybody out there?! Anyone?! Please, answer me!\"\n\nFor a long time, there is no response, and suddenly a \"Who's there?\". It was a deep voice, like one's father would have. Then, a hand touching my shoulder. \"My god, boy! You shouldn't be walking! You have a deep laceration in your side! And your eyes...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Please, we need to find my friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was silent as a grave, looking at me with sad eyes. \"Kid, you're a miracle to be alive yourself. Your friends have a ghost of a chance. A ghost of a chance, I'm telling you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"No, you're wrong! Dammit, you're wrong!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My face scrunches with anger, my aching eyes glaring. \"Damn it, they are fine! They could be alive! You need to save all of the people alive right?! No matter the stakes! No matter anything!\"\n\n\"Kid, calm down. You'll only hurt yourself.\"\n\n\"How can I be calm when...!\"\n\nThe man was right - I think I'd fainted in the prime of my cursing and ranting. '\n\n...This is where it will truly begin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "End of Prolouge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In 1954, Zempaphs were introduced into life; these newborns had contracted Schizophrenia Morphi, a specific type that allows into the baby a new part of the brain to use - almost like a locked door being opened up with a new key. Most are born insane, it's said, but out of every ten, there is a good three that have no symptoms of brain defunctions. Of course, only an estimated three hundred are recorded to date.\n\nOf this small group through billions of the Earth's people, they are gifted with unusual abilities. Normally, telepathic abilities and telekenesis -- even more than those as well. They are normally instantly noticed at birth because they are born feeble; and the Umbilical cord detaches around five hours before birth. We speculate that that is because the brains oxygen lowers, except the part of the brain that can perform the Zempaph abilities that then 'vacuum' stronger brain cells - the many accelerated during the fetus phase - and use it to boost its power in the last moments.\n\nMost births have proven fine to the mother - no miscarriages or mothers dying have yet to be seen. Now, the whole Zempaph debate (on whether to take more special... 'precautions'...) is in 1983, when one in certain, a young boy, had murdered his fellow classmates in Gates Elementary School. It spawned the Zempaph Hazard and Confinement Law, which would immediately put any one of the specimen into special classes to undergo brain alterations. In this way, they would not be as unstable, and the chance of murder is cut in half. When they brake laws, they are confined to special rooms.\n\nSome people thought it wrong, but it had more support than protest.\n\nThe next incident... one of the most horrific incidents ever recorded in human history... would be The Devil's Act. In this, one Zempaph in specific had went on a rampage and destroyed cities near Canada... Chicago being a major one. Thousands or thousands had died from one: Julian Moore. He was around twenty-seven when the whole thing occured in 1989, using a manipulation of fire to destroy everything in sight. We still don't know if he is a 'Fire Manipulator' or a 'Fire Starter'. Fire Manipulators can bend an already lit fire, while a Starter can make it from components in the air.\n\nMoore was taken down by the local police, but he was never found nor known to be dead. In fact, we think he is very well alive, surfing the State of the Union. We don't know if he's still dangerous, or if the insanity that drove him is gone.\n\n--Doctor Elaine J. Rechell" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter One." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Er wartet auf den Mittagswind\ndie Welle kommt und legt sich matt\nmit einem Fächer jeden Tag\nder Alte macht das Wasser glatt\n\nIch werf den Stein zu meinem Spaß\ndas Wasser sich im Kreis bewegt\nder Alte sieht mich traurig an\nund hat es wieder glatt gefegt\n\nIm weißen Sand der alte Mann\nzitternd seine Pfeife raucht\nnur das Wasser und ich wissen\nwozu er diesen Fächer braucht\n\nDie Ahnung schläft wie ein Vulkan\nzögernd hab ich dann gefragt\nden Kopf geneigt es schien er schläft\nhat er bevor er starb gesagt\n\nDas Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein\nerst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen\nwieviel Märchen dir noch bleibt\nund um Erlösung wirst du flehen\n\nDen Fächer an den Leib gepresst\nim Todeskrampf erstarrt die Hand\ndie Finger mussten sie ihm brechen\nder Fächer bleibt zurueck im Sand\n\nDen Alten ruf ich jeden Tag\ner möchte mich doch hier erlösen\nich bleib zurück im Mittagswind\nund in dem Fächer kann ich lesen\n\nDas Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein\nerst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen\nwieviel Märchen dir noch bleibt\nund um Erlösung wirst du flehen.\n\nRammstein" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Begin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Toronto\n\n4.14. 1994\n\nA lanky figure had spread itself out on the park bench of Toronto, a newspaper masking away his face, only showing a mass of red hair popping out from the top. His foot tapped a perpetual beat of three clicks, his eyes reading the words covering his face.\n\n\"Oh wow... another speculation about Julian Moore. I've become quite famous ever since that little squabble.\" he said in a soft, almost sweet voice. He lifted his hand, and twirled it slightly to create a splinter of fire in his palm. \"Curses.\" he laughed, \"It's funny, actually.\"\n\nIn truth, he felt a little bored.\n\nHealth: 100\n\nMoney: 5\n\nLevel: 1" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the store?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How may I help you, sir?\"\n\nMoney: 5\n\nBandages -- $2.00\n\nTwinkies -- $1.00\n\nChips -- $1.00\n\nBottled Water -- $1.00\n\nMagazine -- $2.00\n\nScrewdriver -- $2.00 Special Offer!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Meh, nevermind.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The market." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo quickly crossed to the market, his eyes scanning the front window for excellent offers.\n\n\"I only buy the best offers...\" he said softly to himself.\n\n\"Oh, me, too! Me, too.\" a soft, female's voice said from the side. \"Hi, my name is Lisa Dickenson. It's nice to me you!\" It was a African-American girl of around fourteen or fifteen, with black hair that bounced like cotton and Bana-Jxo smiled politely. Cheery girl she was...\n\n\"Hello. My name is Bana-Jxo. It's nice to meet you, too,\" he paused, and pointed to her clothes. \"By the uniform, I'm guessing you're a Refugee Nurse, right? You help patients from The Devil's Act, hunh?\"\n\nShe smiled perkily. \"Yes! I do help them. You know, not very many people are around here, though. Toronto's been so empty. Afterall, a lot of the people who lived here were killed.\" She frowned.\n\n\"Sorry. Didn't mean to spark up anything.\"\n\n\"Nah it's fine!\" she laughed, \"By the way, your name - where did it come from, exactly? It's pretty weird sounding.\"\n\n\"Bana-Jxo? Just picked it up, I guess. So, are you here for some regular shopping?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Actually, I'm getting some pears for a patient of mine. The poor guy, he lost his eyes the day of the incident when he was just around thirteen. He can only see a little through his right eye, but it's all blurry and stuff.\"\n\n\"Hmm... how terrible.\"\n\n\"But he's doing very well... ah, I should get going.\" she started off, \"Thanks for the little chat, Bana-Jxo! Do stop by the hospital and say hi!\"\n\nThe red-head waved as she left.\n\n\"What an oddball.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go start something on fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The trash occupying the trashcan lit up within a flick of Bana-Jxo's hand, his eyes transmfixed hypnotically on the dancing flame. He wanted so much to burn flesh again - such a disguisting trait, he'd told himself thousands of times. It was like a dog trying to stray from the taste of blood: once you try it, it is difficult to stop.\n\nHis fingers twitched at the fire's free movement, and he knew that this was the only way to control his thirst. It wasn't very helpful, but it kept him from killing more people. \"Let's see... what to do...\" There wasn't much to do - not if he were to keep his identity hidden. Julian Moore wasn't dead, yet he had to conceal this with Bana...\n\n\"Somebody, help! Call 911!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Aw, what the heck - might as well help.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo made his way through the crowd to find what the issue was. A billow of smoke rose up above them all, and he realized that a house had caught fire. \"Aw... how unfortunate of them.\" He told himself softly, and argued within himself to either help the house - and possibly people inside - or to simply shrug it off and leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I'll help them! They just better not notice me...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo lifted his hand, and...Use item." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Died Down" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the use of the Zempaph ability, he controlled the fire down into nothing more than a small smolder. Content with himself, Bana-Jxo quickly exited, and nearly tripped on something lying on the ground.\n\nWhat's this?\n\n\"Someone's way of thanking me...\" Bana said snarkily.\n\n\"Heh, perhaps.\" Said a rasped voice, and Bana turned to see a man with a sharp look and a pair of icy blue eyes. \"Moore, I assume? I'm George Elith, from the U.N.S.S.\"\n\nBana-Jxo smirked. \"United Nations Special Soldier. A place they take Zempaphs to enforce big problems and do the government's dirty work.\"\n\nGeorge shrugged. \"Better than completely destroying three states.\" He stared intently. \"There's no mistaking it. You used Schizophrenia Morphi, right? You think you're righteous to save a burning home? It'll never be enough repenting.\"\n\nBehind him, a bench hovered threateningly, his hand reaching for a gun placed on his inner coat pocket." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ready to fight?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Health: 100\n\nGeorge's Health: 60\n\nGeorge has moved right - a bench has been flung your way!\n\nEnemy Stats\n\nElith, George\n\nZempaph Ability - Telekinesis\nOthers - .45 [Gun]\nLevel - 1\nHealth - 60\nHand - Right-handed" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Evade left!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The evade was successful!\n\nGeorge prepares to shoot!\n\nHealth: 100\n\nGeorge's Health: 60" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You move left!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The evade was not successful! Bana-Jxo loses 20 health points!\n\nHealth: 100\n\nGeorge's Health: 60" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "George lifts a car, and flings it your way.\n\nNo where to run!\n\nHealth: 80\n\nGeorge's Health: 60" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You duck and Strike!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Critical! George has lost 40 health points!\n\nHealth: 80\n\nGeorge's Health: 60" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "George flinched! His power is exhausted!\n\n\"Hah, stupid rookie!\"\n\nHealth: 80\n\nGeorge's Health: 20" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You use Zempaph special...!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "George tumbled to the ground, blood caking his jacket and bubbling from his chin. The burns were marked over his body, and he gasped in pain. \"D-damn... i-i....t!\" He spoke, before losing the battle and falling limp.\n\nHealth: 80\n\nCongratulations! George has been taken down!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Battle One - Stats!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Battle Stats!\n\nLevel up to Two!\n\nGained - Telekenesis Lvl. 1!\n\nGained - One money!\n\nStats now:\n\nHealth: 80\n\nMoney: 6\n\nLevel: 2" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go onward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Julian sighed, and looked down at the man with pity. \"Sorry, pal. I guess I have another guy that dies 'cause of this...\" he told the corpse of Elith. Bana-Jxo grunted and winced, losing enough balance to slouch down. Blood trickled out through his jacket and shirt - a trail of red from a bullet wound.\n\n\"That basta... he got me....\" Bana murmured. A thin oozing road of saliva and blood ran down his lip, and he started off down the road silently. He'd managed to get down past the block before tumbling into a backyard garden, and simply laid there. \"I had it coming... after all, karma takes affect always...\" he said before going unconsious.\n\n\"Oh no...! Mr. Bana-Jxo, are you all right?! Mr. Bana -Jxo!!\"\n\nEnd Chapter One: Bana-Jxo" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter Two: Hospitality" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today's a reason for living\nToday's the blood from a stone\nToday's a light from a candle\nHelping us to find our way home\n\nToday we carry each other\nToday the past is a freak\nToday's a time for forgiveness\nYou were never that good to me\n\n-- Our Lady Peace" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Begin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been five years since the deaths of Aki and Yuzo, and of mother and father - since the Devil's Act had taken place. He'd left Chicago to Toronto, and had began the slow healing. Rick, the man that had found him in the debre of his home, had said he was damn lucky to have survived, and damn lucky to be able to use his right eye, even if it's just a little.\n\nHe rolled the pear in his hand a bit, feeling the cold texture before taking a healthy bite. Lisa smiled from beside him, her eyes showing joy.\n\n\"Did I do good with the selection?\"\n\nTokio looked to her and smiled. \"Very nicely. Thank you, Lisa.\" Lisa and he had known eachother well over the last couple of years, because she was essigned to the floor he'd been assigned to. He paused, and tilted his head. \"Hey, what was the commotion in the room about? Who's the guy brought in this room?\"\n\nLisa jumped up, looking toward the unconsious form in the bed nearby. \"Oh, his name is Bana-Jxo. I found him in the hospital garden - he'd been shot, you know.\"\n\n\"Is that so?\"\n\n\"Well, if you want to put it like that, yeah.\"\n\nLisa leapt with surprise, and looked Bana's way. He had an amber eye open, staring with a little smile their way.\n\n\"AH! You're already awake? I didn't think you'd be yet!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"No, I'm still unconsious... It's just all in your mind.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokio chuckled, and Lisa crossed her arms with a pout. \"Yeah, yeah, sure. You know, that's no way to thank me saving, you! I ain't going to wait for a 'thank you'!\"\n\n\"Thanks.\"\n\nShe sat at the edge of Tokio's bed, and chuckled. \"You're weird - is that hair color natural? Can't be. Not that blazing red hair.\"\n\n\"No, not my real color. But I like sticking out like a sore thumb, you know?\" The truth of the matter was he was simply diguising himself better to keep people from knowing who he was - or, at least, attempting to diguise himself.\n\n\"Well, did you know you're the first to come here in these five years that wasn't a Devil's Act Refugee or victim?\"\n\nBana-Jxo lowered his eyes. \"I see.\"\n\nLisa smiled, and held out a pear. \"Here. A little something to help you out.\"\n\nMoney raised by $8!\n\nHealth healed!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sleep..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It'd been a few days before they - well, namely Lisa - would even let the bored red-haired Zempaph up, and when they finally did on the third day there, he was completely relieved.\n\n\"You healed pretty well. And fast, too.\" Tokio told Bana as they walked down the hospital hall.\n\nBana quivered slightly, chuckling nervously. \"Not too healthy yet. My legs are a bit like jello.\" He scanned the walls, finding it hard to even glance at Tokio. Here, again, was a man crippled by Julian Moore. This hospital reeked of his sins in the past, and made a constant lump form in his throat. It frightened him a bit, even, to know how many he'd never spoken to because they were all dead...\n\n\"Are you all right, Mr. Bana-Jxo?\" Tokio asked worriedly, and he nodded.\n\n\"Just a little ill still. I'll be fine - just fine.\"\n\nBana-Jxo looked out the window, and his eyes widened slightly. Outside, there were U.N.S.S men scowering below, searching for someone, it seemed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I have to go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokio looked at Bana-Jxo with his good grey-blue eye with question. \"What? What do you mean?\"\n\nBana patted his shoulder and jumped up onto the window's ledge. \"Tell Lisa I said thanks again! Can't say it enough!\" He grinned, \"And thanks for your hospitality. I don't think I deserve it as much as you'd think!\"\n\nTokio ran toward the window. \"Wait, you can't kill yourself! It's not the answer to your -- \"\n\nBana-Jxo jumped down, landing on his feet and bolting quickly away from the group of U.N.S.S that had not seen him in his swiftness.\n\n\"...I... can't believe it.\" Tokio said, watching the colorful blob that was Bana speed away. \"What is he...?\"\n\nTokio gripped his cane tightly in his hand, and ran to leave the hospital after him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Encounter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo had ran a good distance until he'd stopped at the front of the hospital. There was a soft girl's voice, mocking and angry. \"You must be Julian... the one that killed George.\"\n\nBana-Jxo looked around suspiciously. 'Where is she...?'\n\n\"I'm... around. You'll have to find me.\" Bana-Jxo gasped. \"You wanna' know how I can read your thoughts? I'm a Zempaph in the U.N.S.S., too, just like Mr. Elith. Let's see how man you are! I won't even read your mind to kill you...!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ready to fight?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Girl (???)\n\nLevel: 2\n\nHealth: 80\n\nWeapons: Telepathy [unused?], Sniper Rifle\n\nA snipershot sounded to the side! It missed your right foot as you move left!!\n\n Health: 100" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Hide!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo, having no other choice in the present condition, hides behind a tree - a shot from the sniper is fired from above, striking the pole behind you with presition and giving you a rather messy cut across the hand.\n\nHealth: 100" }, { "from": "human", "value": "[Use Zempaph]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to strike?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You strike Right!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo had made a grave mistake, and miscalculated. She aimed and fired once, hitting the man once more with her sniper's bullet.\n\nBana-Jxo lost 20 Health!\n\nHealth: 80" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ready...!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a fierce growl, she leapt out from the spot she'd hidden, her sniper drawn to fire upon Bana - and he could tell. He could tell it in her eyes that she was fighting, not for her, but for George. It was present in her warcry, her rough grasp on her weapon, and most of all, her recklessness.\n\nBana-Jxo felt a tingle within his hand, his eyes focused with shame. \"You poor thing... this battle was too short for any victory from you...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You use the Zempaph Special." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She fell to the ground, her body being consumed by heavy flames. She cried out, and reached for her fallen sniper with agony. \"I won't...let you...!\" was final from her mouth before she fell forward and was completely consumed. Nothing more than a dark black smudge on the ground remained.\n\nBana bent down, and picked up a lone pair of dogtags. \"Hm... her name was Rebecca...\"\n\nHe placed the old tags in his pocket.\n\nCongratulations! You've beaten Rebecca Sheman!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Battle Two Results:\n\nUp one level!\n\nGained Fire Starter Lvl. 2!\n\nPlus one money!\n\nStats now:\n\n Health: 80\n\nLevel: 3\n\nMoney: 15" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go onward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Julian sighed, and stared out over the horizon of the buildings. There was a soft sound of footsteps, and Bana turned with shock to face Tokio. The boy's face was pale, and shocked by what he'd just witnessed. For long time, there was a long silence, with both staring with disbelief.\n\n'H...he saw me...!'\n\nEnd Chapter Two: Hospitality" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter Three: Sundown" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "River of moonlight\nI hear your voice echoing.\nbut I'm here, alone...\n\nCrystal melodies\nmoments so sweet, I remember\n\n\"Nothing lasts.\" you said.\nThen why is pain still confusing memories\n\n-- Crystal Memories" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You begin chapter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana wasn't quite sure what to say; he could tell by the look on Tokio's face, his pale, ghostly face, that he'd seen Rebecca go up in flames that were obviously his doing. A knot swelled in his throat, staring into Tokio's one, scared old eye. He swore that he could see the reflection of a demon - of a firey Hellish demon that came to consume everything with cinders and ashes.\n\nRebecca's ashes blew up into the air, and Tokio did not move away from them as they rubbed in the wind against his fevered cheeks. For the first time in a long time, Julian was afraid, like a cornered fox. He'd never been afraid before of people witnessing him, but... it was his eyes - one so scarfully pinned closed and the other gazing with such anxiety and wiseness - that had made his heart beat quickly.\n\n\"Tokio...\" he said softly, and paused when the sounds of feet clampering came into the silence. He'd forgotten about the U.N.S.S. He ran to Tokio, and gripped the young adult by the arm. He struggled with anger, shouting to release him, but he did not do so. He pulled Tokio away into an alleyway in time to see the horde of soldiers race by.\n\n\"He's not here! Keep moving out!\"\n\nAs they finally disappeared into the city, Tokio pulled his arm away from you.\n\n\"What the hell was that?!\" Tokio shivered, his face still waxen and pale from his reaction to Rebecca's death. \"Why'd you kill that girl?!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I'll tell you....\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokio calmed himself, but didn't take his gray, wise eye off of Bana-Jxo. Bana realized that there was a perpetual fear that would follow this, and that Tokio may just be the death of him, but he really didn't have an ability to kill him. He didn't want to kill him.\n\nTokio straightened up, and asked," }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Why did you kill her?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana nodded. \"Because she wanted to kill me - I had to defend myself from her, by any means.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo straightened up. \"I...I'm a fire manipulator. Sort of similar to that Julian Moore guy,\" he gulped, knowing he couldn't tell Tokio who he was. \"Except he used fire starting, I think...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What's the difference between Fire Manipulation and Starting?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo crossed his arms. \"While they both create flames, Fire Manipulators, like me,\" Liar. \"...can only make already existing flames move to our accord.\" He pulled out his lighter, and held it up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Have nothing more to ask you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokio finished tensely, as if he were a fox cornered among the hunters. Something about Tokio's eye - that one, gazing eye - made his heart leap. What was he looking into? Not a vast vortex of black, but a cloud of grey, an eye that seemed so silently broken and at the same time full of hope.\n\nDamn that eye, and bless it, he thought sadly. They didn't change anything about Bana-Jxo, no, but they reflected his own soul.\n\n\"Thank you, Tokio, but I have to leave. I can't bother your hospital any further.\"\n\nTokio flinched. \"But... your bullet wound isn't healed yet.\"\n\nJulian looked at him with surprise. \"You're actually suggesting I stay? After all, I am a murderer.\"\n\nTokio bit his lip. \"B-but it was protection, right? Self defense! She wasn't supposed to try to hurt you. It wasn't her job!\"\n\n\"Tokio! Bana-Jxo!\" It was Lisa, rounding the corner. Tokio looked at Bana.\n\n\"The truth is, I want to understand Zempaphs, and their motives. I want to try to see through the eyes of Julian Moore. I want to know why he did what he did.\"\n\nBana-Jxo looked at him, his shoulders stiff and his eyes searching the younger man's face; he smiled.\n\n\"Fine. I'll help you...\" He put out his hand, burns and cuts from his abilities lining his palm and knuckle. \"I'll help you understand Julian Moore.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is an issue that must be brought to attention, boys.\"\n\nIn the rigid lands in California's Mojave desert, camps were placed up with the inhabitants safely inside and away from the sand blowing violently in the air. In one tent, the man that had spoken was thick in the arms and sported a cigarette. The others sat in an orderly manner around the table present for them. The day was hot, the situation hotter.\n\nCain, the one sporting the cigarette, tossed down a bundle of papers.\n\n\"Four days ago, we got word that Julian Moore is unable to be traced. Not only that, but the remains of George and Becca were found - damn it, Becca's was only a black smudge on the goddamn ground. For now, we'll have to navigate through the look for him in Washington, and then slowly close in on the various areas... I think we'll nail him somewhere there... he couldn't of gotten far.\"\n\nGregory, a shorter male that had avoided the military-cut to keep his longer black hair, smiled toward his leader. \"He'll probably roast us, boss. Even Zempaphs like me 'n Mike... I mean, look at George and Becca. They're dead, remember?\"\n\n\"So you're pulling out?\"\n\nGreg cackled a sardonic cackle. \"Please-- I'm not pullin' the plug. Just recapping my opinion.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A New Day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been an entire week since that fateful moment that had hooked him to the hospital... at least, for a short while. Damn it, was he itching to light something on fire. Fire... so untainted by blood because it simply vaporates it all... His fingers twitched as he sat on his hospital bed. What was this urge that plagued him his entire life? The curse of loving fire... of wanting to bathe in it's flaming puddles and ember-raindrops.\n\nA small lick of fire sprouted up from the bedsheet as he thought deeply, his hand the culprit of the deed. He noticed quickly and put it out with panic. \"Ah! D-d-d-d-damn!\" He gripped his head, and sighed. It was a good thing Tokio left the room to catch some fresh air.\n\n\"I give up. I'll never be able to control it.\" He looked absolutely silly, being an adult that was whining like a five-year-old. His fingers twitched once more. In order to prevent himself from wrecking the hospital, he'd need to go out and ... what's that thing ... ah, meet people.\n\nSee whose lives he's destroyed over his obsession." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana-Jxo noticed the magical array of doors spanning out as he left him room.\n\nConcerned... just... anything to get rid of the fire flashing in his eyes. Left, might as well start at the left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second door on the left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bana looked into the room cautiously, trying to make his presence less known... The air smelled like food, inviting him to prod his head further in through the door way. \"Hello? Anybody here?\" A soft tune-- jazz, was it?-- was playing in the background.\n\n\"Come in, whoever you are...!\" A deep voice said, and Julian entered the room, continuing to smell the strong scent of... was that cookies?\n\nA man stepped in, holding the tray in his hands and smiling lightly. \"Oh, you must be Bana-Jxo (odd name that is). I'm Danny, the guy who helped you stop bleeding all over the place.\" Bana was silent for a moment, thinking about how Tokio spoke of this man a few days ago. Apparentally this was the man to save him when he was dying in the Devil's Act.\n\n\"Uh... a pleasure to meet you, man.\" Bana said and shook the man's hand. He was a head shorter the the long, looming Zempaph, but his build was muscular and like that of a firefighters. \"Thanks for helping me.\"\n\nDan smiled. \"No problem. You want a cookie? Our cook Sandy baked 'em.\"" } ]

[ "Humor", "Part of Series", "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 492, 528, 601, 379, 130, 64, 49, 103 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: fantasy Themes: Humor, Serious Details: Running the family business isn't easy!\nAdditional Notes:\nIn a few places there are links for history or certain characters. While not necessary to understand the story, they do provide further background information.\nThere are several endings varying in degrees of good/bad or neutral outcomes. Technically there is one very happy ending, but it isn't labeled as such. Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another day home from school…\n\n\"I'm telling you Ms. Zelamoyer is a witch, there's no way she could know what we did unless she read our minds!\" David says.\n\n\"Yeah maybe she's even a demon in human disguise!\" Tom adds\n\n\"Or maybe you two looked guilty as hell and laughed the loudest when she sat on the thumbtacks you put in her seat.\" You say. \"I told you guys that was a bad idea. I'm surprised she only paddled you and didn't have you kicked out of the school permanently.\"\n\n\"Yeah well it didn't even hurt. My dad beats me harder than that. Though I guess Tom thought it hurt with the way he cried! Hahahaha!\" David taunts.\n\n\"Shut up David!\" Tom exclaims.\n\n\"So are you playing Smash Sphere over in the park today?\" David asks you.\n\n\"I hope so, but my dad's been on my case about me studying harder. Says he wants me to make something of myself when I grow up.\"\n\n\"That sucks. My dad is always either at the mines or drinking at your dad's place. The only time I have to worry about him is when my mom tells him about something I did, then I get a beating. I don't think I'd survive it if he was always around.\" David replies.\n\n\"My mom doesn't beat me, but she'll yell and throw me into a small dark closet without food if I do something bad.\" Tom says.\n\n\"Your mom is one scary ass dyke, Tom. My dad said he saw her scare away a mountain troll in the mines once.\"\n\n\"Shut up David! My mom's not a dyke!\"\n\n\"Yes she is! What about that other lady that lives with you then?\"\n\n\"That's just mom's roommate! She needs a place to stay so she helps around the house, like cook dinner or clean up. Mom is at the mines all day, so she can't do that stuff, so it works out. She's kind of like a live in maid!\"\n\n\"Sounds more like a second mom…\"\n\nAs much as you enjoy Tom's naïve defense of his lesbian mother and David's taunting of it, you arrive at the Inn where you say goodbye to your friends and tell them you might see them later.\n\nAs soon as you get in, you dad calls you over to the bar.\n\n\"So do you have any homework?\" he asks.\n\n\"Yeah, but it's not due until next week.\"\n\n\"Hmm, well if it's not due until next week it must need a lot of attention, better get started on it.\"\n\n\"It's really not that much dad, I can do it over the weekend. I'm going to go out and play smash sphere with David and Tom.\"\n\n\"Is that what you think? Better cancel that idea. You're hitting the books, besides I vaguely remember you mentioning you were also going to have test next week too.\"\n\n\"But dad!\"\n\n\"Don't dad me! You've been letting your school work slide lately and getting into trouble at school with those two little hoodlums you hang out with.\"\n\n\"They're not hoodlums, and I didn't get into trouble today!\"\n\n\"You aren't supposed to be getting into trouble in the first place! Look son, I know you think I'm being hard on you, but this really is for your own good. Your little friends don't have fathers that give shit about them, I should know because David's dad is in here all the time and as for Tom, well the less said about his situation the better.\"\n\nDoesn't look like you're getting out of here today, but you make one last attempt.\n\n\"But I really don't have that much homework, I really can do it quick over the weekend!\"\n\n\"Well if that is the case, you can help me out here instead.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"One of my barmaids is sick and I'm expecting a full house here tonight due to it being one of the miner's birthdays today, so you can carry food and drinks.\"\n\nYou certainly weren't expecting that.\n\n\"What? Can't mom do it?\"\n\n\"Your mother is going to have her hands full attempting to cook the giant cloudspeak ram in the kitchen for the celebration, in fact you can start off by helping her chop up the beast.\"\n\nAs usual your dad has given you no \"choice\" at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You resign yourself to doing your homework" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, you'd rather not do any real work and lying and sneaking out is probably just going to get you into more trouble.\n\n\"Alright, I'll do my homework!\" you say.\n\n\"Good choice son. Make sure you lock the door to the private quarters as usual.\"\n\nYou head upstairs to the third floor where your family has their own living space and lock the door.\n\nYou get started on your homework to get it out of the way so you'll at least have the weekend to enjoy. As you go through it, it's a little more difficult than you thought it would be and it was probably good that you have given yourself a lot of time to work on it.\n\nA few hours pass and you're finally finished. Your dad might be right; if you'd paid more attention in class your homework wouldn't have taken as long. It's too late now to go out and play even if you were allowed, but that still doesn't mean you have to do anymore studying tonight.\n\nYou spend the rest of the night playing with some of your toy soldiers and reading a few of your copper dreadfuls. You sometimes can hear some of the louder drunk miners using a bunch of curse words in an amusing way. Eventually you fall asleep.\n\nThe next day you wake up early, your parents are still asleep so you grab some cookies before you go out to play. You run into Quincy on the way to David's house.\n\n\"Hey, where were you yesterday? You missed all the excitement!\" Quincy says.\n\n\"Yeah, I had to go my homework. Damn, I knew I was going to miss a good game of smash ball!\"\n\n\"No, not that! David and Tom got arrested!\"\n\n\"What!?\"\n\n\"Yeah! After we played a few games, we all went to the sweet shop. Well David and Tom tried to steal some of the candy and when Mr. Blek saw them, they ran off with it! They didn't get far though. From what I know they spent the night in Juvie Hall!\"\n\nThis is surreal to you. Your dad was right again. You wonder if you would've went along with them and gotten in trouble as well if you'd snuck out yesterday. You can always say now that you wouldn't have, but who knows at that moment?\n\nOne thing is for sure; you're not going to hang out with those two on a regular basis anymore.\n\n…\n\nThe day is finally here and you're heading off to Klyton University. All your hard work has finally paid off and your parents couldn't be happier.\n\n\"Now remember, I've been saving for your tuition since you were born, but remember why you're there. To learn! I don't want you getting caught up in wild parties and failing your classes. Maybe the upper class kids with super rich parents can afford to, but you can't.\"\n\n\"I know dad.\"\n\n\"Oh, don't mind your father, have some fun when you can. We know you'll do the right thing.\"\n\nFor the most part you do, accomplish the right things in your days at Klyton University. You study, you make contacts, you make friends, and in your free time you have fun.\n\nYou initially thought you might be \"looked down on\" due to your working class background. While there are a few like you here, a university education is still expensive and generally only the rich can afford to send their children there. Still, you managed to get here, you (and your family) must have earned it, and so you're treated with respect.\n\nYour years at Klyton University are busy but happy ones. You can only imagine that when you just started you pre-med courses that more of the same would've come about, however that's not to be…\n\nYou're in your dorm when you get the message from a courier.\n\nYour father has died of a heart attack. Happened suddenly last night while he was working and by the time a physician arrived nothing could be done to save him. You sit down in shock for a brief moment and when you finally gather your strength, you catch the next coach to the Miner's Mug Inn.\n\nWhen you arrive the Inn is closed, so you let yourself in to find your mother who is unsurprisingly upset. You console her as best you can for the time being and help make the funeral arrangements.\n\nYour father didn't want an expensive funeral, so it's a small one. The Inn's staff is invited along with a few of the miners that were genuinely friends with your dad. Everyone pays their respects before dear old dad is put into the ground.\n\nOn your way home with your mother, you suddenly realize you've missed a couple classes during all this. You then start to wonder about your future college plans and while it's still a fragile time for your mother, you need to ask her about it when you get home.\n\nYou don't know it yet, but you're in for more shocking news…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The long talk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're selling the inn?!\"\n\n\"I have to! I can't run this place myself.\"\n\n\"Well that's what you have staff for!\"\n\n\"Oh son…(sniff) I don't think you know the entire situation. You haven't been around as much over the years.\"\n\n\"Mom, I always meant to visit more, but…\"\n\n\"No, it's not that. In fact I'm glad you had fun at college. You at least had some enjoyment. I'm just sorry you won't get to have any more.\"\n\n\"Mom, I don't like where this is going.\"\n\nYou mom at this point begins cry again until you eventually get her to calm down. What comes next almost makes you cry though.\n\nWhile your father did indeed save for you, it wasn't enough to put you through college completely. Costs were higher than he thought and even though business was okay, he had unexpected expenses such as making fixes to the inn and price hikes in his alcohol supplier.\n\nYour father was determined to not pull you out of college though, so he found another way. He borrowed money from a moneylender.\n\n\"WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me? I could've taken less classes or gotten a part time job at the university!\"\n\n\"No, he didn't want you to worry or get distracted.\"\n\n\"Well I guess that's good since all that worry can go to this now! By the gods, why didn't he at least go to a bank to get the loan!?\"\n\n\"He tried, but didn't get approved. They wouldn't even take the inn as collateral. I pleaded with him not to borrow money from criminals, but he claimed it would be fine as long as he opened the tavern earlier, found a cheaper supplier and made a few cuts here and there. And for a while things were running a little smoother, but I could see the stress taking a toll on him. It's what ultimately killed him. I'm just so sorry that we failed you. We wanted so much better for you. Now I'll have to sell the inn off to pay off the moneylender and hopefully I'll be able to find a job as a cook elsewhere.\"\n\nYou just sit in silence and try to wrap your head around all of this. Your bright future in medicine as you know is gone. You still have quite a bit of education, and you're fairly certain you could still find a job to support yourself, but it's going to be hard initially and you probably won't be satisfied with it. You're also worried about your mom, what if she can't find a job? You won't be able to help her much.\n\nYou can only think of one solution.\n\n\"Would it help if I ran the inn?\" you ask.\n\n\"What?\" your mother replies.\n\n\"Would it help if I helped you run this place. I mean granted I don't have excessive experience, I have watched you guys do it while I grew up here. I think I can manage the basics. If we managed to keep this place running at least long enough to pay off the loan, maybe then I can save enough to finish my education.\"\n\n\"I don't know son, I mean…I would love to see you finish your education, but it's a lot to take on. Would you have time? I don't want you getting burned out and suffering a pre-mature heart attack like your father because of the stress!\"\n\n\"Well, I'm going to have nothing but time now, if I drop out and focus on this place. I think the main concern is getting us out of debt…just how much do you owe?\"\n\n\"Uh…about ten thousand gold coins.\"\n\nYou really hoped it would be significantly less than that.\n\n\"Okay, well I'm guessing he takes smaller payments to buy you time but then charges more interest with each passage of time. We'll have to get this place whipped into shape so it's making enough profit that we'll be able to pay the entire sum as soon as possible. After that, we'll have some breathing room.\"\n\nYour mom looks apprehensive about all this and then shakes her head claiming she can't let you shoulder this responsibility especially with the risk of physical danger involved if you anger the moneylender in some way.\n\nShe says that you should go on with your life and forget about the inn, she'll be able to sell it and pay off the debt with no problem. And as for her, she also tells you not to worry about her either, but she hopes that you'll forgive her and your father for failing in giving you the life you deserve.\n\nIt is true you could walk away from all this. You don't really have any great desire to run the inn. It was just a solution you came up with to help your mom and possibly help yourself. But there's no guarantee it's going to work, just like there's no guarantee that you can't still achieve your goals on your own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take over the inn" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shake your head; you can't walk away from this. Your mom might be in serious trouble because this loan. Selling the inn might not even be enough to cover it and even if it is, she probably won't have enough to fall back on.\n\nYou aren't angry with her, but you do feel a little anger towards your dad for getting her in this position (and you indirectly). You realize he still had the best intentions for you, but those don't really help right now.\n\n\"Alright first things first, who is the name of this loanshark?\" you ask your mother.\n\n\"Mr. Reynolds. He'll be coming next week to pick up a collection. He's not a member of the Crimson Talons, but he does have a couple of their goons working for him.\"\n\n\"The Crimson Talons? Oh geez, this just get better…okay how is this place doing for business?\"\n\n\"It's doing about as well as it always has.\"\n\n\"That won't be enough, we'll need to get more people in here, or cut costs somehow.\"\n\n\"Well your father was going to have more work done on the rooms in the hopes that it would keep adventurers and maybe even merchants to come back whenever they travel through here. I'm not sure if it's worth it though. Adventures don't care where they sleep half the time and it's not always a sure thing that they're going to live long enough for repeat business. As for merchants, I think this place is a little too blue collar for them most of the time.\"\n\n\"You said something about getting a new liquor supplier?\"\n\n\"Yeah, the one here raised their prices, it would actually be cheaper to get the stuff shipped in from Hessla. Your father was supposed to meet with the new potential distributor in a couple days, so I'm not sure how that's going to go through, if at all.\"\n\n\"How about the staff?\"\n\n\"The staff is working on minimum wage as it is, we've got three barmaids, Rita, Eliza and Wendy and they're all disgruntled about their jobs, but they all still work well.. We can barely pay them though, and we might have to fire one of them.\n\nGrim stuff, but you're determined to see this through. Since the liquor supplier from Hessla won't arrive in two days you're just going to focus on what you can do now.\n\nFixing the rooms is still a good idea to keep potential returning wandering adventurers happy. Spending a little money now could increase potential profits later. Who knows, maybe even a merchant will show up and spread the word that this place isn't just some place where miners get drunk.\n\nFiring people sounds like it might save you money, but all it's really going to do is create more work for the rest of you, so you decide to hold off on firing anyone for now.\n\nYour mother doesn't agree with your idea of fixing the rooms, but seems relieved that you're not firing anyone.\n\nThings go as normal at the inn. Several of the miners still offer their condolences about your father and are surprised to see that you're taking up his mantle as it were, but other than that they don't say to much to you. They probably don't know what to say since while some of them might know you since you were little, but you're not really \"one of them\" in terms of education level. Not to say they're all a bunch of grunting idiots, but they probably figure you're used to talking about things of a more cerebral nature. You don't mind though, after all your main concern is getting your mom out of debt.\n\nTwo days pass and the supplier from Hessla arrives. He's a grungy shady looking individual, but considering he's from Hessla that's hardly surprising.\n\nHe immediately says his name is Calwin asks for your father at which point you tell him he died recently. Calwin shows no sympathy and merely complains that he's made a trip up here for no reason. You show a little restraint and call your mother to speak with him, but after five minutes with him she's ready to throw him out the door for hitting on her, and you're not exactly thrilled with him either at this point.\n\n\"Look folks, if you want good quality alcohol at a low price I'm willing to deal wit ya, but I'm gonna need some incentive for my troubles because y'all seem like a buncha uptight prigs. Now I was invited here by the man who ran this establishment, so you called me here, if my help ain't wanted, I'll be on my way…\" Calwin says.\n\nWhile you're tempted to just have him leave, you decide it would be best to at least see if his stuff is any good.\n\n\"Alright prove it. Surely you've brought some of your alcohol here so we can test to see if it's any good.\"\n\n\"Well I do have some with me, but I can't just be givin' this stuff away for free.\"\n\n\"Don't worry, you'll be compensated.\"\n\nYou call attention to the miners in the room and ask them if they'd like to try some new beer, naturally they're all for it. A few of the miners take their fill of Calwin's beer and they say that it's different from what they usually drink, but it's just as good.\n\nCalwin looks a little put off that they claimed his alcohol is \"just as good\", but still maintains that it's better than what you already have. He states his price, and also mentions that he wants a free room whenever he comes here since he's apparently got a harpy of a wife at home and he likes to stay away for a couple days before having to go back to Hessla.\n\nYour mother obviously isn't thrilled with having to deal with him, and in the short time he's been here; he's also hit on every one of the barmaids. Granted they're used to such behavior, he's particularly revolting. (Plus he's from Hessla)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You deal with him and agree to the free room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it's only for a couple days, what can it hurt and you're getting a good deal on his alcohol, so you figure it's a good idea. This does not go well with your mother who says you're going to get the pair of you further into debt. It takes some time, but eventually you manage to convince her that the money you're saving will be worth the couple days out of the month that he actually comes up here.\n\nMeanwhile Calwin calls his lackeys to unload his cart and take the stuff down to your cellar. Calwin then states he's going to retire to his room and that if any of your barmaids want to join him his door will be open.\n\nThe next couple days aren't exactly pleasant, Calwin is a complete lecherous slob and leaves not only his room a disgusting mess, but hangs around the bar all day trying to grope the barmaids. (Rita in particular) You have to warn him several times to leave them alone, and eventually one of the miners who has a crush on Rita punches him in the face resulting in a minor scuffle in which Calwin is not the winner.\n\nYou fully expect Calwin to claim that he's never dealing with you again, but as it turns out he doesn't think anything of it. Indeed he claims if it had been a bar in Hessla he probably would've gotten a knife in the eye instead, so he considers himself lucky. Eventually he leaves and everyone is glad, but there's the sickening feeling that you know you're going to have to put up with him a few times every month.\n\nBy the end of the week you haven't saved any money. In fact you've barely broke even.\n\nWhile you're sweeping up the inn early morning, a non-descript man of medium height enters with two bigger figures. One of them is unmistakably an ogre while the other guy is just a tall muscular human. Either one could break you in half.\n\n\"Are you are Mr. Reynolds?\" you ask, knowing that it has to be him.\n\n\"That would be me. I take it you're the son of my late debtor? I do hope you realize that the debt doesn't end with him dying…\" Mr. Reynolds says\n\n\"No, no of course not. I've got some of what my father owed.\"\n\nYou hand over the most you can under the circumstances, but Mr. Reynolds looks insulted.\n\n\"My boy do you take me for an asshole? Your father used to pay me much more than this pittance!\"\n\n\"It was a rough week…\"\n\n\"No, no, I don't give a shit about your excuses, you've chosen to take on your father's debt so you are expected to fucking pay up like he did! (Sigh) Look, since you're obviously new to this, I'll let you off with a warning. Olaf.\"\n\nSuddenly the ogre steps forward with a smile and punches you the stomach. You temporarily lose the ability to breath and collapse on the floor. When you finally do catch your breath, you promptly vomit.\n\n\"That was my warning, let's hope I don't need to do it again. Be seeing you again in a few weeks kid. Let's get out of here.\"\n\nAs Mr. Reynolds leaves, your mother comes running up from the cellar wondering what's going on. She helps you up when she sees you.\n\n\"Oh no son I can't let this go on. We're selling the inn right now!\"\n\n\"No, no mom, it's alright, you'll see. We're going to make this place profitable and payback the loan and after that we'll be able to take the next step.\"\n\n\"Son, I love you, but you've made a lot of questionable decisions as far as business is concerned. I mean if this keeps up, I'm stepping in before this place goes to hell so I can actually make money selling it to the city.\"\n\n\"You won't get enough for it!\"\n\n\"Well I'll get enough to pay off the debt, and if worst comes to worst, I'll leave Klyton and live with my sister in Teckleville\"\n\n\"You can't live with aunt Enora, you always said she's crazy.\"\n\n\"She is, but that still doesn't mean she wouldn't help me out.\"\n\n\"Look, we've still got time, I know my ideas are going to help us out soon.\"\n\n\"Well, I hope all your fancy schooling you gained some sort of insight that I'm not privy to. Alright we'll give it until the next time Mr. Reynolds comes around for payment.\"\n\nYou agree and start wiping up the floor before customers come in.\n\nThe next few days are uneventful; the miners seem to be enjoying the new Hessla ale though so that's a relief. They even seem to be talking to you a little more, one in particular Ular has been chewing your ear quite frequently. He's the one that has an obvious crush on Rita, but you've never seen him actually talk to her on any serious level. Strange that a big tough miner would be too shy to speak to a girl, but there it is.\n\n\"So how long have you known Rita?\" Ular asks.\n\n\"Me? Well she started working here just before I left for college so I didn't speak to her too much back then, and I haven't really spoken to her too much other than about duties around the inn since I've got back here.\"\n\n\"She's so beautiful, you know? I always wonder if she isn't a Delantium Princess hiding out or something.\"\n\n\"Yeah, she's a pretty girl.\" You reply.\n\n\"Can you speak to her for me?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Just speak to her for me. I try, but I…dunno I don't have the words! I get all tongue tied an' shit. I mean you're a smart guy, you went to college an' shit. Maybe you can tell her better how I feel than I can.\"\n\n\"I dunno if should get involved in this…\"\n\n\"Please man, just do it…oh shit here she comes!\"\n\nAt this point Ular stumbles over his own feet trying to get to a dark corner before Rita arrives for more ale. Feeling a little sorry for the guy, you talk to Rita.\n\n\"Hey Rita, this is going to be strange question, but…\"\n\n\"Oh gods, you're not going to start hitting on me too are you?\"\n\n\"What? Uh no! But well, there's a miner named Ular who's sort of nuts about you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, he's nuts over me like every other miner here trying to get under my skirt.\"\n\n\"Heh, I don't think so, he's so damn shy he's practically afraid to speak to you, and surely you've noticed.\"\n\n\"Yeah I suppose I have. I will admit he's a little different than the rest of these ale swilling pigs.\"\n\n\"So are you interested in him?\"\n\n\"Eh…I dunno. I mean from what I know of him he seems respectful and he did punch out that fucker Calwin when he groped me, but that's not really enough. I need a man that's going places. I mean he's a miner; where's that going to lead me? Not in fine Selkie furs and a big house, I'll just be barefoot and pregnant and still living here.\"\n\nSame old Rita. Still, you can certainly understand her desire to move up in the world. However, a miner still makes a decent living. A lot better than her that's for sure. She'd still be \"moving up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell Ular she's not interested" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's no point in trying to convince Rita, she's obviously looking to marry into money, though there's a lot better ways she could go about it. Ular seems like a cool guy and probably should know the type of girl she is anyway.\n\nAs Rita walks off, you look for Ular and see him slowly coming out of his dark corner. You explain to him how the conversation went, he's obviously upset about it, but thanks you nonetheless.\n\n\"Well, I guess it's true about that old saying. You can't judge a book by its cover. Give everyone a round for the house on me, everyone else might as well be happy even if I'm not. Just don't have Rita serve my drinks anymore okay?\" You understand and carry on with your duties.\n\nThe remaining days until the next payment go as normal and Mr. Reynolds is satisfied with the payment he receives, and you still have a little saved over. You have hope that in time you'll get out of this debt eventually.\n\nHowever, trouble rears its ugly head when Calwin shows up on his monthly delivery. He says that he's decided to bump the price up on his alcohol. You furiously ask why, and he says that the last time he was here he noticed how nice the rooms were and that if you can afford to fix them up, you must be able to afford to pay him more for his product.\n\nIt doesn't need to be said that your mother does not want to deal with him at all at this point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You comply with his demands" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's got you over a barrel, you agree to his price. Your mother throws up her hands and rolls her eyes in disgust. Calwin smirks and calls his lackeys to take his alcohol into the cellar, while he \"retires\" to his room again.\n\nLike last time, Calwin is a lecherous slob and Rita doesn't have Ular defending her \"honor\" anymore. This time she quits when Calwin practically molests her when she takes food up to his room.\n\nDeal or not, your mother isn't going to put up with his shit any longer, grabs your dad's Troll Gun from behind the bar and kicks him out of his room. He screams at you saying that you'll regret reneging on the deal like this before leaving.\n\nNow you're a barmaid short and you'll have to go back to the old Klyton supplier. While it's true you don't have to pay Rita anymore, you end up losing a couple of customers that liked looking at her. That's not even counting the extra work that Eliza and Wendy have to do now who are now miserable to the point of wanting to seriously quit. You and your mother take up some of the slack, but it's a drain on the pair of you.\n\nAnd while you have enough to pay Mr. Reynolds this month, you're not optimistic about the future. The problem is you won't be saving money like you were going to while Calwin was your supplier. Your nice rooms haven't really been helping like you thought they might and while you can keep on this way, you're never really going to get ahead.\n\nThe thought of continuing to work here any longer is disheartening to you. Maybe you're just being impatient, but after all the problems and headaches you've encountered you really don't feel like dealing with this job anymore, especially not when there is potential danger constantly looming overhead. You're ready to tell your mother to just sell the place.\n\nSo you do.\n\nYou fought the good fight for as long as you could, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be. You're not going to finish this one, which is a familiar theme to you since you dropped out of college. You tell your mother what you think and she seems just as eager to sell the place off too since the past few months have been pretty stressful.\n\nDuring the remaining week the inn stays open to make a last bit of change before closing for good and selling to the city. Some of the miners seem a little sad by it, but there were so many changes within such a short period of time that most seemed content on finding a new place since the old one wasn't like how it used to be anymore.\n\nWhen the inn is sold off, you barely make enough to cover the debt, but at least you and your mother aren't in any immediate danger now.\n\nYour mother finds work as a cook for a short time, but eventually decides she can't really stand living in the city without your father anymore. She leaves to go live with your aunt Enora in Teckleville, which is to the east on the outskirts of the Delantium Kingdom.\n\nAfter a long time of the inn just sitting untended and forgotten due to the council having more pressing matters and red tape, it's broken into by several homeless people who use it as a place to sleep. The homeless are soon ousted by a local gang who use it as a safe house. Eventually though they cause enough trouble that the Klyton Militia has to take severe action and storm the place, resulting in a small fire.\n\nAt this point someone in the council finally notices it, decides that the place isn't worth salvaging and proposes that it be knocked down to build a medical clinic in its place to try to uplift the area. The motion passes.\n\nAs for you, you find a job thanks to your education level, but it isn't anywhere in the field that you would've liked. You're a clerk in tax office, filing away items, straightening out reports and such. You never really move up and you never make enough money to save away to get ahead either.\n\nYou don't really have a bad life so much as a mind numbingly mundane one. You do have your good days, but ultimately you never really achieve your goals and always have a sense of dissatisfaction with your life.\n\nSometimes you look back and wonder where you exactly went wrong with the inn and how you could've done things differently.\n\nYou'll never know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's no point in trying to convince Rita, she's obviously looking to marry into money, though there's a lot better ways she could go about it. Ular seems like a cool guy and probably should know the type of girl she is anyway.\n\nAs Rita walks off, you look for Ular and see him slowly coming out of his dark corner. You explain to him how the conversation went, he's obviously upset about it, but thanks you nonetheless.\n\n\"Well, I guess it's true about that old saying. You can't judge a book by its cover. Give everyone a round for the house on me, everyone else might as well be happy even if I'm not. Just don't have Rita serve my drinks anymore okay?\" You understand and carry on with your duties.\n\nThe remaining days until the next payment go as normal and Mr. Reynolds is satisfied with the payment he receives, and you still have a little saved over. You have hope that in time you'll get out of this debt eventually.\n\nHowever, trouble rears its ugly head when Calwin shows up on his monthly delivery. He says that he's decided to bump the price up on his alcohol. You furiously ask why, and he says that the last time he was here he noticed how nice the rooms were and that if you can afford to fix them up, you must be able to afford to pay him more for his product.\n\nIt doesn't need to be said that your mother does not want to deal with him at all at this point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't comply with his demands" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell Calwin you're not paying him anything more than he's getting and that it's complete bullshit that he's jacking up his prices like this. Calwin goes on a rant about supply and demand and how he's doing you a favor.\n\nThe argument heats up, but ultimately ends when your mother grabs your dad's Troll Gun from under the bar counter and points it at him, telling him to get the hell out before she blows his head off. He and his lackeys leave, which means you'll have no alcohol supply this month.\n\n\"I told you we shouldn't have dealt with him at all now we'll have to go back to the Klyton supplier and they probably won't even get around to delivering a shipment to us until near the end of the month! We'll have to make due with what we have left and given how much those miners drinks, we won't have enough!\"\n\n\"Well maybe we could water down the drinks or something…\" you say trying to think of a solution.\n\n\"Water down the drinks? Are you serious? That's not going to work and we're going to lose people doing that! Those miners are some serious drinkers, they're going to know the difference.\"\n\n\"If you hadn't chased Calwin out with a gun, I might've been able to reason with him. Okay fine, the only other solution I can think of is we'll have to make our own ale.\"\n\n\"And how do we do that? I don't have any experience in doing that and we don't have license to do it either!\"\n\n\"I took some chemistry classes, I'm fairly certain I could try to build a still and…\"\n\n\"And that's even worse than watering down the drinks. Look, I'm tired just thinking about all this and I'm going to rest before the business hours start.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You start watering down the drinks" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You figure you'll be able to stretch out your alcohol supply just long enough to get your next shipment and you'll just have to hope for the best.\n\nThat very night you're already getting comments that the ale doesn't taste quite as strong, this results in the miners ordering MORE ale since they aren't getting drunk on what you're currently giving them. This means you end up having less alcohol to stretch things out.\n\nBy the end of the week, you're getting loud verbal complaints about the ale, and outright accusations that it tastes like water. Several miners are insulted and leave the inn claiming that they've been loyal patrons here for so long and that they don't need to be treated like this. You attempt to explain, but they shove you out of the way and tell you to go back to your fancy college.\n\n\"I wish I could.\" You quietly say to yourself.\n\nYou aren't optimistic about the rest of the month. Sure there's still adventurers and the odd wanderer, but not enough to turn a profit before you get in the next shipment. This still wouldn't be so bad except it's going to be time to pay Mr. Reynolds soon and you're going to fall short again.\n\nYour mother can't bare to see you get hurt again and suggests forgetting all about the inn and just taking off with all the remaining money you have and going to live with your crazy aunt Enora." } ]

[ "Fantasy" ]

[ 126, 79, 57, 28, 14, 8, 4, 11 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\ngrimdark fantasy\n\nStory elements:\nFantasy\n\nSeed text:\nThere is a prophecy that one day, the barrier between reality and that which lies beyond will weaken. That day the great Mol'Chu will come forth, for it has its infinite eyes set upon this realm. It will drive all creatures to the realms of insanity and torment. However, the prophecy also tells of a great hero who will rise up, and the fate of the world will lie in his hands.\nYou are not that hero. You are a Ratling, your blood as weak as can be, your lineage one of thieves and cowards. Still, with your path there's a chance for betterment. You might be able to lift yourself up and find yourself some power in this world. Power you will wield.\nThanks to WouldntItBeNice for beta-reading this, he was a great help. This is my longest storygame so far and I've decided to delve into some fantasy again. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy!\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your world is rot. Your nostrils fill with the smell of excrement and decay that tends to fill your home. Still, it's all you have. You scurry among the scattered ruins, climbing atop a massive section of castle wreckage, sniffing the air.\n\nA rusted, blood-stained sword sits in one hand, a leather pouch hanging from your shoulder. Your whiskers tingle with excitement as you smell the scent of burning meat. Campfires are near, and where there's campfire, there's a caravan. Where there's a caravan, there's food." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head towards it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You scurry towards it, as do the others. Dozens of brown and black bodies scurry up from among the rubble and out of the ancient sewers underneath where your camps lie. You're one of the first on the sign, climbing atop a crushed tower as you see it. Three wagons circled around a campfire, basking in its light. The moonlight shines on your brown, shit-matted fur and catches on your blade as you run forward towards the camps. The man on guard, a young, cleanly shaven guard with armor that's too small for him yell as he sees you approach,. He readies his spear, looking ready to plunge it into you. You dance at the edge of the spear point, waiting for your chance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab at the spear" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step forward, grabbing the spear's shaft and yanking the guard forward. You swing your sword, slashing him in the massive gap between his helmet and shoulder pads, biting into his neck. He screams, collapsing to the ground as blood spurts forth.\n\nYou yell with glee, at other Ratlings begin arriving to take care of the other guards. The merchants and passengers of the caravan either flee back inside the caravans or procur weapons and get ready to fight, but this isn't a unified raid where the scraps will be given out later. You take what you can get. You run towards the camp fire, grabbing the stew cooking there, jabbing your snout into it and beginning to gulp down the delicious mixture. You manage to finish half before a much bigger rat grabs the pot from you, and you know you can't fight him. You turn to one of the caravans, where rats have killed the guards and are dealing with the merchants. The merchants are surrounded, looking terrified, as all those willing to fight have been cut down.\n\nAlthough the majority of them are to be enslaved and sold to the Lizards or the Eastern Tribes, while the women will be taken back to the burrows for a less than kind fate, one unfortunate soul has made his presence known by trying to negotiate.\n\n\"Please, taken the cargo! It's yours! Keep the men as well, we'll fetch a heavy ransom! But leave the women and the child go, won't you?\" the merchant leader says.\n\nBad choice. The boys have taken note of him now, and he's a fat one. His weight, the fact that he has so much food he can grow weak and fat, only angers you all thanks to the fact that you're all constantly hungry and eating scraps. One of the ratlings slashes his axe, cutting open the man's belly in a superficial wound. Another ratling jabs him with a spear, as the boys begin to jab and slash at the man as he yelps in pain as he's slowly cut and hacked apart.\n\nThe torture has drawn the others attention away from the actual carriages. You stare at them, contemplating sneaking away and grabbing yourself some more food." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You join the torture" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You laugh gleefully as you dash forward, punching the man in the side of the head and knocking him backward as he grunts in pain, knocking into the blow of a sword blade. You slash at his ankle as he collapses to a knee, before one of the ratlings decks him a blow from the butt of his spear. He tries to stand, blood down streaming down his face.\n\n\"Please, I'm sorry. I didn't...!\" he cries, looking genuinely petrified, before one of the rats takes it too far and stabs him in the throat with his sword, killing him.\n\nHe slumps to the ground, before lying still.\n\n\"Bah! Could've played with him for hours!\" you complain.\n\nThe largest rat, a big brute who's taken charge of the raid named Pak, strides forward. Not too many ratlings have joined the raid, a fact Pak is clearly enjoying as it means he gets to take charge, and since you all get a bigger part of the profit, all the better.\n\n\"You, you and you!\" he shouts, selecting three rats from the group. \"Start moving the prisoners back.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes,\" they snarl, as they begin to shout and whip the prisoners into movement.\n\n\"You!\" he shouts, pointing a long finger at you. \"Kill the horses.\"\n\nYou nod, walking over to the horses. They seem terrified and scarred, and look at you as if begging for mercy. You wonder if it's best just to untie them and scare them off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill the horses" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slash your sword, cutting open one of the horse's throats. You jab your sword through its skull to finish it off, before slashing another's throat. You kill the few horses, before returning to Pak, who's already ordering the others to carve up the horses and bring the meat and hides back to the home. Suddenly, you see two ratlings dragging a teenage girl out of a caravan, whose crying and screaming has gathered the rest of your attention.\n\n\"Please! Please! Let me go!\" the girl sobs.\n\nThe ratlings toss her in front of Pak, who grins eagerly.\n\n\"Perfect! I'll have some fun with her!\" he says.\n\nHe glances at you, noticing you're finished with the horses.\n\n\"Bring the girl back to the burrow. I'll have my fun with her later. Let the others have some fun, too.\"\n\nYou nod, walking over to the girl, grabbing her by the hang and beginning to drag her towards the burrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You lead the girl back to the burrows" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You drag the girl along the path to the burrow, as she cries.\n\n\"Please, you have to help me get out of here. We can run, just run into the wilderness.\"\n\n\"Can't do it. Too many bad things there. They'd kill on site a ratling. No, no,\" you say.\n\n\"Please! I don't want to die...\" she whimpers. \"Can... can you tell me what's going to happen to me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk in silence" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You keep walking, as the girl falls silent, becoming quiet. Soon, you walk down into the burrows through the caved in portion of sewer and into the top layer of the many layered burrows. The weakest and most feeble rats are forced to live here, away from the safety that waits lower down. They look gleefully at the girl, talking and chattering among themselves. They grab at her, groping at her breasts and bosom and tearing pieces of fabric off her dress. You raise your sword to threaten them off, and they easily follow orders. You're weak for a Ratling, but you could easily kill the crippled and the the meek who surround you. You find a corner of the room, shoving the girl into it and raising your sword, waiting for Pak to arrive and take his prey.\n\n\"I'm scared,\" the girl says.\n\n\"I'd be, if I were you,\" you admit.\n\n\"What's your name?\" she asks.\n\n\"Ritz,\" you say.\n\n\"I'm Julianne,\" she says. \"I don't want to die here.\"\n\nYou don't say another word, as she begins to chant.\n\n\"I have the soul of the dragon. Dragons to not break. Dragons do not die. Dragons do not show fear. Dragons survive the flames. I have the soul of the dragon...\" she continues to chant.\n\nYou turn, staring at her. You notice a long, silver necklace hanging around her, and grab it.\n\n\"This is pretty,\" you say, admiring the silver.\n\n\"You can have it. If you help me get out of here, it's all yours. It was a gift from my father.\"\n\nYou stare at the necklace, knowing there's not a chance she's getting out of here alive, even if you tried to save her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You snatch it off her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the necklace, snatching it off her neck and clutching it in her hands.\n\n\"Hey!\" she cries, grabbing at it before you snarl, scarring her away.\n\nShe whimpers, shuffling away from you. You stare at her, wrapping it around the hilt of your sword and clutching it tightly. You wait patiently for Pak to arrive.\n\nAfter a few minutes, the massive, black-furred rat clambers into the burrow, grinning as he sees her prey. He stomps forward, grabbing her by the hand.\n\n\"Come on, darling. Let's take you down to the lower levels. I have a few of the others I want pulled over to my side, and I'm sure your sweet ass will do a great deal in getting them there.\"\n\nThe huge brute begins dragging the girl away, leaving you standing there. Suddenly, he stops, turning around.\n\n\"What's your name?\"\n\n\"Ritz,\" you say.\n\n\"You did a good job protecting her from the cripples and in the raid, and I'm feeling generous. Care to join in the fun?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You join in" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You allow your bestial nature to take over, nodding vigorously. You follow him as he drags the weeping girl along with him. Soon, you venture down the twisted staircases and pathways down to the lower layers. Eventually, you enter the chamber filled with whatever Ratlings Pak wants to impress.\n\nYou watch in a mixture of fear and lust as the Ratlings appear, more than willing to be entertained by the new flesh that's entered their homes. They quickly undress her and begin to have their fun despite her horrified, screaming protests which soon turn to pained screams and begging. The Ratlings have their fun with her, and eventually you have your turn. You focus on the physical sensations rather than the pitiful weeping, and soon embrace the pure pleasure of the act. You achieve release, almost collapsing back as your body fulfills one of its prime functions. A ratling pulls you back to take your place with the hostage, and you're tossed gently aside.\n\nYou crawl back towards your home, curling up in a bed of animal hides and quickly letting sleep take you. The life of a ratling is a pleasurable one if you're smart enough to take advantage of it, you have to admit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Awaken" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.\n\n\"Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open,\" a harsh voice growls.\n\nYou try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.\n\n\"A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You claim ignorance" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know anything,\" you say.\n\nThe man grabs your throat, strangling it as he impales your hand. You try to scream, but you can't even get out a breath.\n\n\"Quiet,\" the man says, pulling out the knife and releasing your throat as you whimper, clutching at your wound.\n\n\"Do you think I picked you out by chance? You have her necklace. I tracked it here. Now, answer me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Plead ignorance" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I swear to everything I don't know!\" you say.\n\n\"Filthy lying vermin,\" the man hisses. \"Perhaps the next rat will be more trustworhy.\"\n\nThe man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know anything,\" you say.\n\nThe man grabs your throat, strangling it as he impales your hand. You try to scream, but you can't even get out a breath.\n\n\"Quiet,\" the man says, pulling out the knife and releasing your throat as you whimper, clutching at your wound.\n\n\"Do you think I picked you out by chance? You have her necklace. I tracked it here. Now, answer me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lie" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She was taken off to be ransomed off by one of the travelling ratlings.\"\n\nYou see the runes of the blade glowing, as the man snarls.\n\n\"Filthy lying vermin,\" the man hisses. \"Perhaps the next rat will be more trustworthy.\"\n\nThe man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know anything,\" you say.\n\nThe man grabs your throat, strangling it as he impales your hand. You try to scream, but you can't even get out a breath.\n\n\"Quiet,\" the man says, pulling out the knife and releasing your throat as you whimper, clutching at your wound.\n\n\"Do you think I picked you out by chance? You have her necklace. I tracked it here. Now, answer me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell the truth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's been taken down to the fifth layer. You... you won't want to find her. She's dead by now, and her body won't be in the best condition.\"\n\nThe man doesn't respond for some time, before snarling.\n\n\"No, she's alive. I can feel it. You, however, are no better than the rest of your lying kind. Death's for you.\"\n\nThe man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.\n\n\"Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open,\" a harsh voice growls.\n\nYou try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.\n\n\"A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lie" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She was taken off to be ransomed off by one of the travelling ratlings.\"\n\nYou see the runes of the blade glowing, as the man snarls.\n\n\"Liar. The knife speaks to your honesty. The truth, now, or you die.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Plead ignorance" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I swear to everything I don't know!\" you say.\n\n\"Filthy lying vermin,\" the man hisses. \"Perhaps the next rat will be more trustworhy.\"\n\nThe man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She was taken off to be ransomed off by one of the travelling ratlings.\"\n\nYou see the runes of the blade glowing, as the man snarls.\n\n\"Liar. The knife speaks to your honesty. The truth, now, or you die.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell the truth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's been taken down to the fifth layer. You... you won't want to find her. She's dead by now, and her body won't be in the best condition.\"\n\nThe man doesn't respond for some time, before snarling.\n\n\"No, she's alive. I can feel it. You, however, are no better than the rest of your lying kind. Death's for you.\"\n\nThe man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.\n\n\"Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open,\" a harsh voice growls.\n\nYou try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.\n\n\"A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell the truth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's been taken down to the fifth layer. You... you won't want to find her. She's dead by now, and her body won't be in the best condition.\"\n\nThe man doesn't respond for some time, before snarling.\n\n\"No, she's alive. I can feel it. Your fate, however, is less certain.\"\n\nThe man's blade illuminates, casting golden light on the both of you. You stare at his grizzled face with a thick beard growing. However, he gets a clear view of you, seeing your blood, sweat and semen-encrusted fur. He stares at you, realizing what you've done.\n\n\"You had her way with her... you disgusting vermin!\" he near shouts, hopefully waking some of the other Ratlings to come to your side.\n\nThe man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground. He rams his knife into your chest repeatedly as you try to scream in pain, but blood quickly fills your throat. Your life is quickly drained from you, and you lie there as death takes you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the necklace, snatching it off her neck and clutching it in her hands.\n\n\"Hey!\" she cries, grabbing at it before you snarl, scarring her away.\n\nShe whimpers, shuffling away from you. You stare at her, wrapping it around the hilt of your sword and clutching it tightly. You wait patiently for Pak to arrive.\n\nAfter a few minutes, the massive, black-furred rat clambers into the burrow, grinning as he sees her prey. He stomps forward, grabbing her by the hand.\n\n\"Come on, darling. Let's take you down to the lower levels. I have a few of the others I want pulled over to my side, and I'm sure your sweet ass will do a great deal in getting them there.\"\n\nThe huge brute begins dragging the girl away, leaving you standing there. Suddenly, he stops, turning around.\n\n\"What's your name?\"\n\n\"Ritz,\" you say.\n\n\"You did a good job protecting her from the cripples and in the raid, and I'm feeling generous. Care to join in the fun?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Refuse" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shake your head sadly, just staring at the rat. He lets out a grunt of disgust, before dragging the girl away despite her crying protests.\n\nYou head to your chamber, curling up in a bed of animal hides and lying there. You hear the girl's crying and screaming for help in the distance of the caverns, but know you can do nothing. You push your furs against your floppy ears to drown out the sound, trying to find sleep. Eventually, you manage to do so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Awaken" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.\n\n\"Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open,\" a harsh voice growls.\n\nYou try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.\n\n\"A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You claim ignorance" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know anything,\" you say.\n\nThe man grabs your throat, strangling it as he impales your hand. You try to scream, but you can't even get out a breath.\n\n\"Quiet,\" the man says, pulling out the knife and releasing your throat as you whimper, clutching at your wound.\n\n\"Do you think I picked you out by chance? You have her necklace. I tracked it here. Now, answer me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.\n\n\"Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open,\" a harsh voice growls.\n\nYou try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.\n\n\"A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lie" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She was taken off to be ransomed off by one of the travelling ratlings.\"\n\nYou see the runes of the blade glowing, as the man snarls.\n\n\"Liar. The knife speaks to your honesty. The truth, now, or you die.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.\n\n\"Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open,\" a harsh voice growls.\n\nYou try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.\n\n\"A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell the truth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's been taken down to the fifth layer. You... you won't want to find her. She's dead by now, and her body won't be in the best condition.\"\n\nThe man doesn't respond for some time, before snarling.\n\n\"No, she's alive. I can feel it. Your fate, however, is less certain.\"\n\nThe man's blade illuminates, casting golden light on the both of you. You stare at his grizzled face with a thick beard growing. He slips a green vial from his satchel, shoving it in front of you.\n\n\"Drink it,\" he commands.\n\nYou uncork the bottle, and press the bottle to your lips. You quickly raise it up and gulp down the foul-tasting liquid, trying not to puke. You finish it, handing the bottle back.\n\n\"That is Ivy's Tongue. It'll kill you within in an hour,\" he says.\n\n\"What? No, no!\" you whisper, still trying to remain quiet to avoid getting your throat opened.\n\n\"I have the cure. It can be yours, too. Head to the surface and wait there for me. I have needs for you.\"\n\n\"What about you?\"\n\n\"I'm getting my daughter back,\" the man snarls.\n\nThe man releases you, standing. He turns, walking away further down into the burrows as the light from his dagger is extinguished, leaving you alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You alert the others" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Intruder! Intruder!\" you scream, as the other Ratlings quickly awaken from their places.\n\nYou hear dozens of rats wakening and quickly searching the cavern. You hear the human intruder yell as the Ratlings charge him to take out the man, and he's quickly struck down.\n\nAlthough due to being the one who noticed him, you're given a fair bit of spoils from the man's corpse. However, o your horror you find in his last moments he smashed a vial of pale, colorless liquid. The cure. You groan, already feeling the poison begin to take place as your body shuts down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to the shaman" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head to the burrow's shaman, who stands above a large, rusted cauldron of foul-tasting liquid.\n\n\"I need help,\" you say. \"I've been poisoned.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes. Easily fixed,\" the man says, grabbing a small wooden pot. \"All poisons simply cause the skin to burn away and the blood to be freed. Let me fix it for you.\"\n\nThe rat begins covering with a black oil, rubbing it into your fur as you're reminded ratlings are neither at the forefront of medicine and science, and their long time mixing potions with seriously poisonous fumes have not left them the most sane of rats.\n\nYou lie on a wooden plank as the shaman chants and applies oils, but ultimately you slip away within an hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Intruder! Intruder!\" you scream, as the other Ratlings quickly awaken from their places.\n\nYou hear dozens of rats wakening and quickly searching the cavern. You hear the human intruder yell as the Ratlings charge him to take out the man, and he's quickly struck down.\n\nAlthough due to being the one who noticed him, you're given a fair bit of spoils from the man's corpse. However, o your horror you find in his last moments he smashed a vial of pale, colorless liquid. The cure. You groan, already feeling the poison begin to take place as your body shuts down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Rest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head to your bed, holding a flask of water and a small bit of cheese taken from the man. You nibble on the cheese, devouring the delicious golden wheel, before drinking the water to deal with your growing fever. Still, it does nothing to save you. You lie in your bed, falling asleep as the poison takes your life in your sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's been taken down to the fifth layer. You... you won't want to find her. She's dead by now, and her body won't be in the best condition.\"\n\nThe man doesn't respond for some time, before snarling.\n\n\"No, she's alive. I can feel it. Your fate, however, is less certain.\"\n\nThe man's blade illuminates, casting golden light on the both of you. You stare at his grizzled face with a thick beard growing. He slips a green vial from his satchel, shoving it in front of you.\n\n\"Drink it,\" he commands.\n\nYou uncork the bottle, and press the bottle to your lips. You quickly raise it up and gulp down the foul-tasting liquid, trying not to puke. You finish it, handing the bottle back.\n\n\"That is Ivy's Tongue. It'll kill you within in an hour,\" he says.\n\n\"What? No, no!\" you whisper, still trying to remain quiet to avoid getting your throat opened.\n\n\"I have the cure. It can be yours, too. Head to the surface and wait there for me. I have needs for you.\"\n\n\"What about you?\"\n\n\"I'm getting my daughter back,\" the man snarls.\n\nThe man releases you, standing. He turns, walking away further down into the burrows as the light from his dagger is extinguished, leaving you alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to the surface" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slowly and quietly grab your sword and Julianne's necklace, crouching as you make your way out of this hollow. You walk, finding your way to the entrance. A few of the sleepless cripples and wounded spot you, but none of them want to risk the beating that would come if they tried to stop you. You make your way out into the ruins and begin waiting, rubbing your neck as you feel the poison course through it.\n\nIt's not long before the screaming starts. You hear horrified screams from the Ratlings. Soon, the glow of fire begins to surface from the burrows. The man is burning the others alive. You stare down in fear, but not sadness. You didn't have anything particular in there. Family, technically, but your mother was a barely sentient massive rat only good for the womb and cunt she had, your brothers would've gleefully slit your throat to make a cloak out of your skin, and your father was some Ratling Warrior killed in the invasion of either the groves of the Free Spirits or the Broken Tribes. No, your true emotion is fear at what the man powerful enough to wipe out an entire burrow could do to you.\n\nIt's not long before the man from earlier appears, walking out of the firestorm that fills the burrow. You know see him in full light, wearing ornate plate armor with a sapphire dragon on the front. In his left hand is a glowing fireball, in his right a long dagger. He looks at you, his eyes filled with sadness.\n\n\"What happened her?\" he asks quietly, staring at you.\n\nYou know you need to choose your words carefully. The fires that ravage your burrow is nothing compared to the fires behind his eyes.\n\n\"She was... taken,\" you say. \"They raided her merchant caravan.\"\n\n\"They? They?! They're not the ones who have her necklace. You do!\" the man shouts.\n\n\"I was there. I was ordered to escort her back to the camp. I took her,\" you say.\n\n\"You knew! You fucking knew what they did to victims there, didn't you?\"\n\n\"I didn't have a choice. I swear. They would've killed me if I had tried to escape.\"\n\n\"You stole her necklace, didn't you? Didn't you!?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You admit you stole the necklace" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine, I stole it. But it woul...\"\n\nThe man spits, raising his hand. Your fur sets alight, fire racing along your fur as it sets you on fire. You scream pitifully as fire burns you to ash, turning your fur and flesh to ash." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slowly and quietly grab your sword and Julianne's necklace, crouching as you make your way out of this hollow. You walk, finding your way to the entrance. A few of the sleepless cripples and wounded spot you, but none of them want to risk the beating that would come if they tried to stop you. You make your way out into the ruins and begin waiting, rubbing your neck as you feel the poison course through it.\n\nIt's not long before the screaming starts. You hear horrified screams from the Ratlings. Soon, the glow of fire begins to surface from the burrows. The man is burning the others alive. You stare down in fear, but not sadness. You didn't have anything particular in there. Family, technically, but your mother was a barely sentient massive rat only good for the womb and cunt she had, your brothers would've gleefully slit your throat to make a cloak out of your skin, and your father was some Ratling Warrior killed in the invasion of either the groves of the Free Spirits or the Broken Tribes. No, your true emotion is fear at what the man powerful enough to wipe out an entire burrow could do to you.\n\nIt's not long before the man from earlier appears, walking out of the firestorm that fills the burrow. You know see him in full light, wearing ornate plate armor with a sapphire dragon on the front. In his left hand is a glowing fireball, in his right a long dagger. He looks at you, his eyes filled with sadness.\n\n\"What happened her?\" he asks quietly, staring at you.\n\nYou know you need to choose your words carefully. The fires that ravage your burrow is nothing compared to the fires behind his eyes.\n\n\"She was... taken,\" you say. \"They raided her merchant caravan.\"\n\n\"They? They?! They're not the ones who have her necklace. You do!\" the man shouts.\n\n\"I was there. I was ordered to escort her back to the camp. I took her,\" you say.\n\n\"You knew! You fucking knew what they did to victims there, didn't you?\"\n\n\"I didn't have a choice. I swear. They would've killed me if I had tried to escape.\"\n\n\"You stole her necklace, didn't you? Didn't you!?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You claim she gave it to you" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She gave it to me! She gave it to me!\" you say.\n\n\"I stole the necklace,\" you say.\n\nThe man stares at you, but notices his blade's runes are glowing.\n\n\"You're lying,\" he says. \"You're a species of thieving, scumbag liars.\"\n\nThe man spits, raising his hand. Your fur sets alight, fire racing along your fur as it sets you on fire. You scream pitifully as fire burns you to ash, turning your fur and flesh to ash." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the necklace, snatching it off her neck and clutching it in her hands.\n\n\"Hey!\" she cries, grabbing at it before you snarl, scarring her away.\n\nShe whimpers, shuffling away from you. You stare at her, wrapping it around the hilt of your sword and clutching it tightly. You wait patiently for Pak to arrive.\n\nAfter a few minutes, the massive, black-furred rat clambers into the burrow, grinning as he sees her prey. He stomps forward, grabbing her by the hand.\n\n\"Come on, darling. Let's take you down to the lower levels. I have a few of the others I want pulled over to my side, and I'm sure your sweet ass will do a great deal in getting them there.\"\n\nThe huge brute begins dragging the girl away, leaving you standing there. Suddenly, he stops, turning around.\n\n\"What's your name?\"\n\n\"Ritz,\" you say.\n\n\"You did a good job protecting her from the cripples and in the raid, and I'm feeling generous. Care to join in the fun?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to stop him taking her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No!\" you say, punching the massive ratling in the jaw and sending him stumbling backwards, more out of surprise than anything else.\n\n\"What did you say to me, you little prick?\" he says, raising his club to strike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for his eyes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You leap into the air, grabbing the massive ratling's shoulder and jamming your sword into his eyes.\n\n\"Ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't see! I can't fucking see!\" he yells, grabbing you by the fur and flinging you against the ground with a painful thud.\n\nAlthough he can't see, he still hears where you thud against the ground. With a scream of rage and pain, he raises his club into the air and swings with all his might. It slams into your legs, shattering both of your legs as you scream in pain. He snarls, lifting up his club once more as you yell and grab at your broken legs, trying to focus on survival rather than the awful pain. He swings down his club once more, crushing your skull." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No!\" you say, punching the massive ratling in the jaw and sending him stumbling backwards, more out of surprise than anything else.\n\n\"What did you say to me, you little prick?\" he says, raising his club to strike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You roll to avoid his club swing, which slams into the stones next to you, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions. With his heavy club now on the ground, you now have a chance to do something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge again" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slash at him, ready to dodge again as he lifts his club back up. He roars, swinging his club back at you. You roll under it again, before he changes direction of his swing, prepared for this. It slams into your legs, shattering both of your legs as you scream in pain. He snarls, lifting up his club once more as you yell asd grab at your broken legs, trying to focus on survival rather than the awful pain. He swings down his club once more, crushing your skull." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You roll to avoid his club swing, which slams into the stones next to you, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions. With his heavy club now on the ground, you now have a chance to do something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You strike at his side" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step forward, jabbing your sword between his ribs and into his guts as he lets out a horrid scream. He snarls and focuses through his pain, smashing his fist into your snout and sending you toppling to the floor.\n\n\"Little cunt!\" he screams, grabbing your sword and yanking it from his side.\n\nWith a scream of rage and pain, he raises his club into the air and swings with all his might. It slams into your legs, shattering both of your legs as you scream in pain. He snarls, lifting up his club once more as you yell and grab at your broken legs, trying to focus on survival rather than the awful pain. He swings down his club once more, crushing your skull." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Fantasy", "Poetry" ]

[ 62, 58, 73, 38, 15, 8, 2, 11 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: fantasy Themes: Contest Entry, Fantasy, Poetry Details: What could be better than a night at the inn, tankard in hand, listening to a bard tell tales of faraway lands and great heroes? His story has it all- brilliant wizards, beastly monsters, and buxom lasses always ready for a smile and a good time. Alright, so I made up the lasses, but the rest is true. Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Few sights are as cheery as the warm light of an inn on a moonless night, especially when the winds are coming strong from the north and biting at your skin with icy teeth. You plod straight through the muck and dirty puddles, eager to rest before another day of wearying travel. The oaken door is heavy, but a mountain could not stop you, this close to warmth.\n\nYou are not disappointed. The inn is crowded with people of every shape and size. Farmers from the nearby village mix with black-robed monks from the abbey. Children dart here and there, laughing at the drunk and sodden men that lie senseless in their ale. A handful of scraggly travelers warm themselves by the enormous fire, swapping rumors and tearing into black bread. You take a seat alongside them, nodding a welcome but with eyes only for the flames. Only after you can once again feel your hands and feet does your hunger return. The barman is a squat fellow, red bearded and seemingly fond of shouting. He takes your coins and shoves a bowl of thick stew towards you. \"Welcome,\" he shouts, \"to the Red Lion!\"\n\nThe man to your left strikes up a conversation about your destination, and soon the two of you are chatting away while you forget the miles ahead tomorrow. Suddenly the room goes silent, no small feat. Even the barman has ceased bellowing to his sons. All eyes are fixed upon the bard who has just stood, lute in hand, on a central table. He is a curious, almost comical figure, with arms and legs just slightly too long for his body and a shock of white hair that cascades down his shoulders like a waterfall. His voice, however, is low and clear, and it is not hard to see why all await the performance so eagerly. The bard strums a few notes, coughs twice, and begins his tale.\n\nA hundred years ago or more\n\nWhen good king Freolaf did rule\n\nThe realm knew peace and never war.\n\nHis son, the Prince, was never cruel\n\nThe worthy son, Prince Reginald.\n\nHe had a daughter, too, a jewel\n\nThe Lady Jane, but twelve years old.\n\nOur Prince did love his sister sweet\n\nTheir bond was joyous to behold.\n\nBut danger came on swiftest feet\n\nFrom that old fiend, that devilish man\n\nCantaphrax, the Lord of Heat\n\nWhose crimes, if I the list began\n\nWould stretch from here right to the Moon!\n\nThe demons of the fiery clan\n\nAll paid him homage, danced his tune.\n\nHe summoned flames with just a wink\n\nBrighter than the Sun at noon.\n\nUpon a plan the Mage did think\n\nTo win the power he'd long sought\n\nFrom spells in books with fading ink.\n\nThe scheme was this: send demons hot\n\nTo steal the Lady Jane away" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And bind her with a fiendish knot" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then Cantaphrax would raise his knife\n\nOf purest silver 'oer the maid\n\nTo cut away her royal life.\n\nThen with the blood spilled from the blade\n\nHe'd call upon a Fiend most great\n\nAnd make a most unholy trade.\n\nThe Lady's soul he'd give with hate\n\nAnd in return dominion gain.\n\nHe would rule- 'twould be his fate!\n\nAnd so the Wizard sought poor Jane\n\nBy sending out a demon slave\n\nA Minotaur, who with a chain\n\nDid drag her to a far-off cave.\n\nNext morn when Reginald awoke\n\nHe knew his sister he must save.\n\nThe Prince picked up his sword and cloak\n\nAnd rode off from his castle home\n\nBut coming to a dead old oak\n\nHe knew he could no longer roam\n\nMust choose to go to left or right\n\nDown dusty roads found in no tome\n\nIf for his sister he would fight.\n\nPrince Reginald then chose the path" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That led to mountains of great height" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Prince rode on along the road\n\nAs ever taller grew the heights\n\nAnd in his earnest never slowed.\n\nThrough darkness fell still shone the lights\n\nOf moon and stars arrayed above\n\nOur guardians atop all nights.\n\nSo driven on by heart-felt love\n\nPrince Reginald did spy a cave\n\nAnd fearless of danger thereof\n\nMade for this dark and gloomy grave.\n\nDear listener, you've guessed it true\n\nThe Lady Jane and Mage's slave\n\nLay waiting in this cavern too!\n\nThe Prince approached the hellish maw\n\nAnd rode in, crying \"Hew!\"\n\nThe Minotaur struck forth a claw\n\nAnd bellowed out his fearful rage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Reginald did charge and draw" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His sword to slay the Demon-Bull!\n\nAnd Lady Jane bound fast with chains\n\nAgainst her wretched bonds did pull.\n\nThe Minotaur with bulging veins\n\nThat ran across fleshy form\n\nLet swing his axe of bloody stains\n\nAs merciless as Hell's own storm.\n\nThe silver-footed Prince cried out\n\nAs blood began to bubble warm\n\nFrom out the hole where once did sprout\n\nHis ear, and turning to his foe\n\nHe charged and swung with one long shout!\n\nPrince Reginald aimed his blade low\n\nAnd so the tragedy occurred.\n\nHe missed the beast but fierce did flow\n\nHis sister's blood, he hadn't heard\n\nHer scream of terror at the sword.\n\nNow at her corpse with vision blurred\n\nHe stared in shock then turned toward\n\nThe beast, but too late to react\n\nHis head, once severed joined the hoard\n\nThe filthy creature kept and stacked.\n\nAs did that of the Lady Jane\n\nBut soon enough the beast was tracked\n\nAnd killed in anger and in pain\n\nBy Cantaphrax, whose plan had failed.\n\nSo ends my tale, and are all slain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few moments of silence follow the bard's last note. You can almost feel the sorrow on the back of your neck, forcing you into a shallow grave. The other patrons begin to clap and you do likewise, marveling at this magician who can summon fear and death with mere words. Soon the ordinary talk of life begins again, idle chatter about the road ahead or memories of years long gone. You drink more than is good for you, enough to regret tomorrow morning.\n\nAfter a couple hours you make your way upstairs and collapse on the small and flea-infested bed. Sleep comes almost immediately, but it is not a peaceful rest. Phantoms with horns and axes dripping blood hunt after you, eager to add your rotting head to the pile. As the days go by you forget about the dreams and, after a while, even the bard and his story. But every so often they return, the nameless terror only words can bring forth in the night, a testament to that chilling tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Prince rode on along the road\n\nAs ever taller grew the heights\n\nAnd in his earnest never slowed.\n\nThrough darkness fell still shone the lights\n\nOf moon and stars arrayed above\n\nOur guardians atop all nights.\n\nSo driven on by heart-felt love\n\nPrince Reginald did spy a cave\n\nAnd fearless of danger thereof\n\nMade for this dark and gloomy grave.\n\nDear listener, you've guessed it true\n\nThe Lady Jane and Mage's slave\n\nLay waiting in this cavern too!\n\nThe Prince approached the hellish maw\n\nAnd rode in, crying \"Hew!\"\n\nThe Minotaur struck forth a claw\n\nAnd bellowed out his fearful rage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Prince sought to exploit this flaw" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So while the beast roared loud as Hell\n\nHe dove between its filthy feet\n\nAnd just beside the Princess fell.\n\nHe cut her chains, no easy treat\n\nWhile Minotaur is looming near\n\nPreparing to cut you to meat.\n\nWith Jane set free he felt no fear\n\nAnd turned to face the hairy thing\n\nThat stared straight with a manic leer.\n\nTheir blades connected with a ding\n\nResounding to the farthest shore.\n\nBut neither foe had strength to bring\n\nHis enemy to Hades' door\n\nUntil the Lady Jane stepped in\n\nAnd, picking up the chain she'd wore\n\nIn desperation helped her kin\n\nBy throwing it against the beast\n\nA steely bolt to end his grin.\n\nNow seeing that his foe had ceased\n\nTo fight because the chain had struck\n\nPrince Reginald's attacks increased!\n\nThe Minotaur had lost his luck\n\nThe Prince loped off his ugly head\n\nAnd tossed it down to join the muck.\n\nThen Prince and Princess both embraced.\n\nThey wept to see themselves alive" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And made for home with utmost haste" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prince Reginald and Lady Jane\n\nRode swiftly down the mountain way\n\nAnd his poor horse the Prince did strain\n\nWhile Lady Jane did naught but pray.\n\nThey did not fear old Cantaphrax\n\nFor they knew not 'twas all his scheme\n\nBut still could neither one relax\n\nBoth haunted by a waking dream\n\nOf terrors coming in the night\n\nBeneath the frigid stars agleam.\n\nThough he had won a mighty fight\n\nThe Prince longed just to make it back\n\nAnd end the misadventure right.\n\nThey wandered down the misty track\n\nBut lacking light to guide the course\n\nWere quickly lost in inky black.\n\nThe Prince, the Princess and the horse\n\nStill wander in the wilderness\n\nA hundred years of ghostly force\n\nHas kept them lost with no redress.\n\nSo if you ride by night and see\n\nThe ghostly royals, feel no distress\n\n'Tis just their phantoms, never free." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A chill hangs over the entire inn as the bard finishes, and you take a sip of ale to warm your insides. Pretty soon everyone is eating and talking as boisterously as before, but now all on the same subject. \"I saw a specter myself,\" a ragged monk behind you pipes up. \"The Abbott of the monastery three hundred years ago, he floated through a wall once when I was chanting the evensong.\" The man to your left cuts him off, eager to relate his own experience with ghosts. It seems everyone has been visited at least once, and some of the louder men claim to have seen four or five. You'd never believed in the things before, but now you wonder. There have been times, traveling alone or half asleep, when you've seen something out of the corner of your eye. You'd always dismissed it as nothing, but perhaps there's more?\n\nA couple of hours of such chatter and ale sees you stumble upstairs to a tiny room, ready to sleep for a fortnight. You resolve to be on the watch from now on, for you never know when a ghost might come by. And think if one did appear, maybe even Prince Reginald and the Lady Jane, and you missed it! Thank God the bard helped you see that these things are possible, a testament to his mysterious skill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So while the beast roared loud as Hell\n\nHe dove between its filthy feet\n\nAnd just beside the Princess fell.\n\nHe cut her chains, no easy treat\n\nWhile Minotaur is looming near\n\nPreparing to cut you to meat.\n\nWith Jane set free he felt no fear\n\nAnd turned to face the hairy thing\n\nThat stared straight with a manic leer.\n\nTheir blades connected with a ding\n\nResounding to the farthest shore.\n\nBut neither foe had strength to bring\n\nHis enemy to Hades' door\n\nUntil the Lady Jane stepped in\n\nAnd, picking up the chain she'd wore\n\nIn desperation helped her kin\n\nBy throwing it against the beast\n\nA steely bolt to end his grin.\n\nNow seeing that his foe had ceased\n\nTo fight because the chain had struck\n\nPrince Reginald's attacks increased!\n\nThe Minotaur had lost his luck\n\nThe Prince loped off his ugly head\n\nAnd tossed it down to join the muck.\n\nThen Prince and Princess both embraced.\n\nThey wept to see themselves alive" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And for the coming night they braced" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To ride by night would be indeed\n\nA folly, so they did decide\n\nTo wait for morning to proceed.\n\nThrough hours long the royals tried\n\nTo reach the gentle shore of sleep\n\nAnd float with ease upon its tide.\n\nBut inky night could not long keep\n\nThe Sun from rising in the sky\n\nSo from the cave, down pathways steep\n\nThe horse and riders quick did fly\n\nToward the castle, refuge from\n\nThose terrors lurking ever nigh.\n\nThe King was downcast, sitting glum\n\nWhen through the door his children came!\n\nHis son and daughter! Beat the drum\n\nAnd let the trumpets sing their fame\n\nFor deeds of valor rarely seen\n\nBy noble knight or cultured dame.\n\nNow closer, friend, I beg you lean\n\nTo hear the moral of my song-\n\nThe old who mock the young as green\n\nAre doing them a mighty wrong\n\nFor my tale has surely shown\n\nIn heart the young have valor strong." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bard bows low before disappearing from view, a flagon of ale in one hand and his lute in the other. The reaction is certainly mixed, clapping and cheers mixed with scattered grumbling about upstart musicians. Quickly the inn descends into full argument on all sides. The older farmers shake their heads at the protestations of their sons while several novice monks begin to shout at their stooped and wizened fellow. Even the barman has joined it, lecturing his little servants on the virtues of obedience. You watch with amusement before being accosted on either side, both young and old eager to criticize your flippancy.\n\nAfter a few hours of increasingly drunk argumentation you roar several choice oaths and find a room upstairs. The bard was right, you decide before drifting off, to sing the praise of Prince Reginald and Lady Jane. What connection they have to the boisterous young pups downstairs you don't know, but it was a fine tale all the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then Cantaphrax would raise his knife\n\nOf purest silver 'oer the maid\n\nTo cut away her royal life.\n\nThen with the blood spilled from the blade\n\nHe'd call upon a Fiend most great\n\nAnd make a most unholy trade.\n\nThe Lady's soul he'd give with hate\n\nAnd in return dominion gain.\n\nHe would rule- 'twould be his fate!\n\nAnd so the Wizard sought poor Jane\n\nBy sending out a demon slave\n\nA Minotaur, who with a chain\n\nDid drag her to a far-off cave.\n\nNext morn when Reginald awoke\n\nHe knew his sister he must save.\n\nThe Prince picked up his sword and cloak\n\nAnd rode off from his castle home\n\nBut coming to a dead old oak\n\nHe knew he could no longer roam\n\nMust choose to go to left or right\n\nDown dusty roads found in no tome\n\nIf for his sister he would fight.\n\nPrince Reginald then chose the path" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into the swamps of endless night" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All was dark and damp and fell\n\nThe Sun was strangled by the trees\n\nFor of that fen few tales do tell.\n\nAlthough the Prince rode on with ease\n\nNot knowing he had lost his way\n\nAll at once something did seize\n\nHis horse's leg, it gave a neigh!\n\nIt was the Hydra! Poison green\n\nAnd hidden in the mud it lay.\n\nThe Prince drew out his sword, whose sheen\n\nStill faintly glimmered in the gloom\n\nAnd sliced one of the heads off clean!\n\nSurely the Prince had caused its doom.\n\nBut look and see the smoke that flies\n\nFrom Hydra's bloody neck in plumes.\n\nAnd see the heads of tiny size\n\nThat soon grew huge and fell as fear.\n\nIt gazed at him with doubled eyes\n\nAnd fought with hate it quick made clear.\n\nThe Prince attacked with all his might\n\nBut this Thing from the frontier\n\nCould not be bested. With one bite\n\nIt ripped the noble Prince apart\n\nAnd doomed the Princess to her plight.\n\nThen Cantaphrax, he pierced her heart\n\nAnd gained dominion 'oer our land.\n\nSo goes the tale that tells the start\n\nOf our submission to his hand.\n\nThe Mage rules still in tyranny\n\nUntil some hero takes his stand\n\nAnd makes our kingdom once more free." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the Bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one speaks. A few ashen faces turn to one another, fearful looks all around. The same thought is on every mind. What on Earth can this man, this damned fool have be thinking, peddling his treasonous idiocy around innocent people. Doesn't he know that Cantaphrax has powerful servants? The barman recovers first, clenched his fist and shouts \"Out!\" He's trembling. The bard obliges, giving the room one last sly smile before walking into the cold.\n\nYou don't know if his tale is true, if a Prince named Reginald once had a chance to stop the Wizard's rise. But it doesn't matter now, the world is as it is and no silly, stupid song can change it. After a few minutes nervous chatter begins in earnest, everyone quick to pretend nothing is wrong. It's unlikely there were demons listening here, at a tiny inn on the outskirts of a tiny village. Surely Cantaphrax would be merciful to innocents, to loyal subjects just as horrified at treason as the Mage himself? After an hour or so of this sort of talk, you retire to a small and flea-infested room upstairs. The bard's final words come back to you, just before you drift off to a fitful sleep. Will a hero come, someday? A man who could succeed where the noble Prince failed and bring down the tyrant. Idle talk, most likely. Tall tales." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Few sights are as cheery as the warm light of an inn on a moonless night, especially when the winds are coming strong from the north and biting at your skin with icy teeth. You plod straight through the muck and dirty puddles, eager to rest before another day of wearying travel. The oaken door is heavy, but a mountain could not stop you, this close to warmth.\n\nYou are not disappointed. The inn is crowded with people of every shape and size. Farmers from the nearby village mix with black-robed monks from the abbey. Children dart here and there, laughing at the drunk and sodden men that lie senseless in their ale. A handful of scraggly travelers warm themselves by the enormous fire, swapping rumors and tearing into black bread. You take a seat alongside them, nodding a welcome but with eyes only for the flames. Only after you can once again feel your hands and feet does your hunger return. The barman is a squat fellow, red bearded and seemingly fond of shouting. He takes your coins and shoves a bowl of thick stew towards you. \"Welcome,\" he shouts, \"to the Red Lion!\"\n\nThe man to your left strikes up a conversation about your destination, and soon the two of you are chatting away while you forget the miles ahead tomorrow. Suddenly the room goes silent, no small feat. Even the barman has ceased bellowing to his sons. All eyes are fixed upon the bard who has just stood, lute in hand, on a central table. He is a curious, almost comical figure, with arms and legs just slightly too long for his body and a shock of white hair that cascades down his shoulders like a waterfall. His voice, however, is low and clear, and it is not hard to see why all await the performance so eagerly. The bard strums a few notes, coughs twice, and begins his tale.\n\nA hundred years ago or more\n\nWhen good king Freolaf did rule\n\nThe realm knew peace and never war.\n\nHis son, the Prince, was never cruel\n\nThe worthy son, Prince Reginald.\n\nHe had a daughter, too, a jewel\n\nThe Lady Jane, but twelve years old.\n\nOur Prince did love his sister sweet\n\nTheir bond was joyous to behold.\n\nBut danger came on swiftest feet\n\nFrom that old fiend, that devilish man\n\nCantaphrax, the Lord of Heat\n\nWhose crimes, if I the list began\n\nWould stretch from here right to the Moon!\n\nThe demons of the fiery clan\n\nAll paid him homage, danced his tune.\n\nHe summoned flames with just a wink\n\nBrighter than the Sun at noon.\n\nUpon a plan the Mage did think\n\nTo win the power he'd long sought\n\nFrom spells in books with fading ink.\n\nThe scheme was this: send demons hot\n\nTo steal the Lady Jane away" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And cast her in a pit to rot" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he would come with foul intent\n\nTo rescue her and make her think\n\nHe was an old and kindly gent.\n\nFrom there the Mage would worm and wink\n\nWith all his slimy magic skill\n\nUntil her sovereign mind would sink\n\nBeneath his domineering will.\n\nSo quick as lightening conjured he\n\nA dreadful Dragon trained to kill.\n\nFrom there the plan went perfectly\n\nThe Lady Jane was caught and then\n\nOld Cantaphrax emerged to free\n\nHer from the wicked Wyrm again.\n\nHe spoke to her with words most kind\n\nAnd being little more than ten\n\nShe trusted him and so was blind.\n\nBut then the Lady Jane did ask\n\nThe Mage if he would help her find\n\nHer castle home and to this task\n\nHe was most happy to assist.\n\nA pinch of powder from his flask\n\nAnd magic words he did enlist\n\nTo bring them in an instant to\n\nThe castle walls rising through mist.\n\nShe thanked him and her feeling grew\n\nSo that she thought him best of men" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And with him to her father flew" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The King was glad indeed to see\n\nHis daughter back and thanked the Mage\n\nNot knowing his identity.\n\nBut Cantaphrax in his old age\n\nAppeared a wise and noble gent\n\nAnd since the castle lacked a sage\n\nThe king asked if he would consent\n\nTo stay and serve the royal court.\n\nThe offer would his plan augment\n\nAnd make his scheme harder to thwart\n\nSo Cantaphrax did take the job-\n\nHe was a quick and scheming sort-\n\nThe Lady Jane did nearly sob\n\nWith joy to see her savior stay.\n\nBy this time there had formed a mob\n\nOf peasant folk with faces grey\n\nThat sought the Wizard's help with all\n\nTheir problems that had brought dismay.\n\nWhen Cantaphrax observed the sprawl\n\nOf beggars hoping for his aid" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He spat on them and was appalled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was he, the greatest sorcerer\n\nAlive to serve this rabble? No!\n\nThese filthy, lowly peasants were\n\nBeneath his notice, far below!\n\nThe crowd was furious and shocked\n\nAnd Lady Jane could hardly know\n\nWhy Cantaphrax at helping balked.\n\nThen suddenly a rock was thrown-\n\nAt that the gates of rage unlocked.\n\nThe peasants hurled stone and stone\n\nToward his arrogant, old head!\n\nAgainst the tide he fought alone\n\nBut from his many wounds he bled\n\nAnd though his magic felled a few\n\nThe Mage was quickly beaten dead.\n\nNow listen, you, and you and you\n\nTo what his death makes clear to me.\n\nThe moral of the tale, it's true\n\nIs never to regard with glee\n\nYourself and think you better than\n\nThe rest- I'm sure you will agree." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The inn erupts into cheers as the bard bows and disappears from view. All around the farms nod and laugh at their liege lords' pretensions. Even the monks smirk at their abbot, who has launched into a lecture on the many virtues of obedience to one's natural superiors. You join in the fun, having known more than enough idiotic and arrogant nobles in your time. The abbot eventually denounces you all as seditious and ungodly, which only brings on more laughter.\n\nA few hours of such talk and you make your way upstairs and into a room. As you drift off to sleep you wonder idly about this strange world, where some men are born superior and other to work in the mud. If those peasants could kill the great wizard Cantaphrax, why not the men in this inn? Maybe someday the whole system will come crashing down, replaced by God knows what. The next morning you leave, never to return to the tavern or see anyone in it again. You do, however, meet many more farmers and monks and travelers, all eager to hear of the time their kind triumphed over one of their betters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The King was glad indeed to see\n\nHis daughter back and thanked the Mage\n\nNot knowing his identity.\n\nBut Cantaphrax in his old age\n\nAppeared a wise and noble gent\n\nAnd since the castle lacked a sage\n\nThe king asked if he would consent\n\nTo stay and serve the royal court.\n\nThe offer would his plan augment\n\nAnd make his scheme harder to thwart\n\nSo Cantaphrax did take the job-\n\nHe was a quick and scheming sort-\n\nThe Lady Jane did nearly sob\n\nWith joy to see her savior stay.\n\nBy this time there had formed a mob\n\nOf peasant folk with faces grey\n\nThat sought the Wizard's help with all\n\nTheir problems that had brought dismay.\n\nWhen Cantaphrax observed the sprawl\n\nOf beggars hoping for his aid" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He chanted in a magic drawl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And quickly saw to all their woes\n\nThe sick were healed and filled with light\n\nFrom shining eyes to glowing toes.\n\nYou would have wept to see the sight\n\nOf all the folk restored and gay\n\nAnd never known the darkest night\n\nThat in the Mage's soul still lay.\n\nThe peasants thanked him heartily\n\nBut wordless waved he them away.\n\nThe Lady Jane looked on with glee\n\nTo see how Cantaphrax did aid\n\nThese simple folk without a fee.\n\nShe led him though the mossy shade\n\nOf tower, wall, and parapet\n\nUntil the Mage grew quite afraid\n\nFrom out this maze he'd never get.\n\nThey came at last to a small door\n\nOf purest ironwood and set\n\nInside with fiery rubies four.\n\nThis was the Tower of the Sage\n\nHis newfound home and even more\n\nThe place to work his skill as Mage\n\nAnd gain dominion 'oer this girl\n\nTo rule the Kingdom as his stage\n\nAnd play the dramas that did swirl\n\nAmid his foul and filthy head.\n\nBut wait, do I yet spy a pearl\n\nOf good inside this oyster dread?\n\nA chance to overcome his hate?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jest. His good is long since dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Each day the Princess came to sit\n\nAnd listen at the Mage's feet.\n\nHe'd conjure up some small trinket\n\nA magic brooch or fairy sweet\n\nTo give her and so every day\n\nHe grew in her eyes tall as wheat.\n\nThis wily devil knew to play\n\nThe kindly Mage when with the King\n\nAnd help him in some tiny way\n\nLike finding once a long-lost ring.\n\nO bless his heart, the King knew not\n\nHis busy bee nursed quite a sting.\n\nSo for long years did grow the rot\n\nUntil the Mage decided it\n\nWas time to strike for what he sought.\n\nThe deed required all his wit\n\nTo sneak into the kitchens and\n\nDeposit just a little bit\n\nOf Hydra venom in a pan\n\nOf rare and wild choice mushrooms.\n\nAs soon as King and Prince began\n\nTo eat, the pallor of the tomb\n\nCame swift across their faces to\n\nAnnounce their final, poisoned doom.\n\nAnd so the Lady Jane, it's true\n\nWas crowned the Queen in majesty.\n\nBut Cantaphrax had worked his coup\n\nThe young Queen's will was never free\n\nFrom Cantaphrax's scheming plans.\n\nWith all his thoughts she did agree.\n\nAnd so the Mage ruled o'er the land\n\nWith tender compliments so that\n\nThe Queen would never take a stand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The inn bursts into applause at the bard's last words. He vanishes into the crowded room as talk breaks out all over about his tragic story. The monks seem to have especially liked it. You overhear the Abbott pontificating on the evils of magic and how it only ever leads down the road to trouble. The barman is certainly enjoying the atmosphere, with his customers eager to stay up, talk, and drink more of his ale. You get into a discussion with a few other travelers, reveling in how everyone seems to have a talk of his own about some villain like Cantaphrax.\n\nHours later and stumbling from the ale you collapse on a bed upstairs, hoping for a few hours sleep before another wearying journey tomorrow. You think through all the tales you heard tonight, from the bard's to those of the travelers. If you were the Lady Jane, you wouldn't have been duped by an evil wizard. How could she have fallen for that and let herself be influenced, be controlled? Not you. You drift off, reveling in your cherished freedom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And quickly saw to all their woes\n\nThe sick were healed and filled with light\n\nFrom shining eyes to glowing toes.\n\nYou would have wept to see the sight\n\nOf all the folk restored and gay\n\nAnd never known the darkest night\n\nThat in the Mage's soul still lay.\n\nThe peasants thanked him heartily\n\nBut wordless waved he them away.\n\nThe Lady Jane looked on with glee\n\nTo see how Cantaphrax did aid\n\nThese simple folk without a fee.\n\nShe led him though the mossy shade\n\nOf tower, wall, and parapet\n\nUntil the Mage grew quite afraid\n\nFrom out this maze he'd never get.\n\nThey came at last to a small door\n\nOf purest ironwood and set\n\nInside with fiery rubies four.\n\nThis was the Tower of the Sage\n\nHis newfound home and even more\n\nThe place to work his skill as Mage\n\nAnd gain dominion 'oer this girl\n\nTo rule the Kingdom as his stage\n\nAnd play the dramas that did swirl\n\nAmid his foul and filthy head.\n\nBut wait, do I yet spy a pearl\n\nOf good inside this oyster dread?\n\nA chance to overcome his hate?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of goodness there remains a shred." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This seed which long in darkness lay\n\nHad finally received its chance\n\nTo grow and in the wind to sway.\n\nThough unseen by a passing glance\n\nThrough days and weeks his conscious grew.\n\nThe Mage did slowly change his stance\n\nUntil he took a different view.\n\nControl and power sought he not-\n\nDo not doubt I tell it true.\n\nThe Lady's influence had taught\n\nOld Cantaphrax to see the light\n\nAnd change his ways ere he did rot.\n\nTo help the poor was his delight\n\nTo heal the sick his new-found love.\n\nIt goes to show the darkest night\n\nIs always pierced by stars above.\n\nAnd so I tell you, faithful friends\n\nRemember him and think thereof\n\nBefore your chance for goodness ends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a smattering of applause as the bard strums his deep, final chord. \"How very true, \" begins the old abbott, \"that we must all look to our sins and redeem ourselves.\" He takes a deep breath and begins a sermon, but thankfully the rest of the patrons drown out his creaking voice. \"I wasn't expected such an ending, no I wasn't,\" says the barman. \"Sneaky little devil, slipping a lesson in when we least expected it.\" You shrug. It seems morality plays are not quite the fashion in this inn.\n\nYou walk upstairs to your room soon after, tired and drunk. The bed is hardly comfortable but it's a damn sight better than a ditch on the side of the road. As you drift off you think of how Cantaphrax turned out. You've known some villains in your time, unscrupulous merchants and foul criminals mostly. Never a wizard, but what's the difference really. None of them had a change of heart and started helping the poor. Still, makes a nice ending." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he would come with foul intent\n\nTo rescue her and make her think\n\nHe was an old and kindly gent.\n\nFrom there the Mage would worm and wink\n\nWith all his slimy magic skill\n\nUntil her sovereign mind would sink\n\nBeneath his domineering will.\n\nSo quick as lightening conjured he\n\nA dreadful Dragon trained to kill.\n\nFrom there the plan went perfectly\n\nThe Lady Jane was caught and then\n\nOld Cantaphrax emerged to free\n\nHer from the wicked Wyrm again.\n\nHe spoke to her with words most kind\n\nAnd being little more than ten\n\nShe trusted him and so was blind.\n\nBut then the Lady Jane did ask\n\nThe Mage if he would help her find\n\nHer castle home and to this task\n\nHe was most happy to assist.\n\nA pinch of powder from his flask\n\nAnd magic words he did enlist\n\nTo bring them in an instant to\n\nThe castle walls rising through mist.\n\nShe thanked him and her feeling grew\n\nSo that she thought him best of men" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And bade him come and see her soon" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Cantaphrax was in no mood\n\nTo once again delay his goal\n\nAnd so his mind, before so shrewd\n\nSubmitted to his raging soul.\n\nHe cursed and spat at Lady Jane\n\nWith all the kindness of a troll.\n\nThe Princess in her heart felt pain\n\nTo see her savior so transformed\n\nInto this angry thing. In vain\n\nShe sought to calm the mighty storm\n\nErupting from the once-wise Mage\n\nReduced now to pathetic form\n\nBent over with impatient rage.\n\nThe spittle flew from out his maw\n\nHe looked more fit to fill a cage\n\nIn some menagerie with straw\n\nTo be his bed and hate his feed.\n\nAs minutes passed the Lady saw\n\nThe Mage begin to shrink, indeed\n\nUntil with every frenzied cry\n\nHis human nature did recede.\n\nTill soon enough he was a fly\n\nWho could do naught but buzz about\n\nBut wait, what's that, you ask me why?\n\nThere is in my mind little doubt\n\nThat we can blame his rage and hate\n\nFor how old Cantaphrax turned out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so the bard ends his tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All around you the inn bursts into applause. The bard bows low before clambering down from his table and slipping out of sight. No one was quite expecting that ending, strange as it was, and no one is likely to forget it either. You chuckle at the abundance of flies buzzing around the crowded room, landing greedily on sweaty heads and tankards of ale. Perhaps some of them were once great wizards, too. The atmosphere is warm and all eyes are friendly, everyone eager to prove he is not likely to collapse into a raging insect at any moment.\n\nAfter a couple hours of talk you go upstairs, still half singing the last drinking song and reveling in your happiness. Nights like this don't come along often, especially for travelers like yourself. Come morning you're still whistling, and though your forget the bard's exact words, you walk with a spring in your step from that night forward. Each buzzing fly reminds you of the cost of foolish anger." } ]

[ "Romance" ]

[ 129, 80, 77, 88, 69, 28, 30, 49 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category: love & dating Story elements: Romance \nI think putting this on \"publish\" makes it so only we can see this. It's just for us, sweetie. I made it to celebrate our anniversary and remember some special intimate moments together over the years in an interesting way as a present for you.\nI hope you love it, Natalie, as much as I love you!\n(Of course if there's any admin looking at this, or if I messed up, don't read this, because it's got private things in it.)\n As the masterful storyteller, it's your duty to transport the user into a realm of your making, where they're at the heart of every twist and turn. We're in this for the long haul: each of your replies should significantly propel the story forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dear Natalie,\n\nFirst of all, happy anniversary of the day we first met, my love, my sweet darling.\n\nTwenty-two years is a long time to be together, to be so closely emotionally connected. And you mean everything to me. I know sometimes it's hard for us to say it to each other. Long days of work, children, and just--it's just hard in the moment to pause for a second, look at each other, and say it. But I love you. I love you.\n\nI love you when you are asleep, and I love when I just look at you at breakfast. I love you when I'm at work, and I love you when you get into bed, tired from the day, letting dreams lull you, your hair settling on the pillow.\n\nSo I was thinking a lot about what to get you for a present this year, to celebrate.\n\nI made this for you. I hope it means as much to you as it does to me. I'm right here with you, as you play, loving you. I'll click this first link for you if you want (I know you aren't used to these things!)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's Very Easy, Your Love" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know you don't really play \"computer games\" (as you call them!) but this isn't like when I suggested you play Doom back in our freshman year, and you got really frustrated and kept shooting when you didn't want to and walking into walls, and you claimed the \"game was impossible and nobody could control a keyboard and mouse at the same time.\" That was a debacle. But this is just just a choose your own adventure--remember them? Trust me, this is easy.\n\nSee, click your choice below, just like I did for you on the previous page. Go on, click your choice (and there's only one to choose from here! Later pages might have more though!)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the Cafeteria" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So, I thought it would be fun to sort of relive or replay how we met, to remember some special thoughts, and think about what was magical about it. So we can remember all those fun things we did a long time ago.\n\nSo let's remember together! It was September, the very beginning of college, just before classes were about to begin.\n\nI was sitting in the cafeteria, the big one, the Flynn Cafeteria. Try to imagine it. I was sitting in the back, by the window, where I was feeling a little lonely. I didn't like my roommate, I found college overwhelming so far, and I was sitting with my tray by myself.\n\nI think I was eating corn chowder.\n\nAnd I'm reading a thick book. It might have been Boswell's Life of Johnson, which I'd been in the middle of when college started, and I brought it just for moments like this. I know, I know. It was super nerdy. You walked in, got your food, and approached. I remember were were wearing a loose purple linen shift and jeans. And black boots. Your legs looked really good.\n\nWhat do you remember from that moment? Do you remember it at all?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of course you remember!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You looked at me, noticing me, when hundreds of people had walked past me that day. I wasn't expecting to make friends, let alone meet the girl who would become the love of my life. We were both so young, both eighteen, with infinite time to find each other.\n\nRemember what you did?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Approached you, making right for you, a smile on your face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes, you remember!\n\nIt was so unlikely that you would have been there. You, of all people. Fate was impatient, and thrust us together as early as possible, I think. We must have recognized each other, my Natalie. It's funny to picture younger you--before I could rest my hand on your lower back and sweep you into a kiss, my other hand behind your head, fingers in your hair, lips on your neck.\n\nLike I am doing now.\n\nBecause we were just strangers to each other. You walked up to the table where I was sitting. Then what did you do, my love?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sat down with you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I looked up and saw you, and then I looked back at my book. It would have been very easy for you to walk past, to say nothing, to ignore me entirely. In fact, it was the obvious thing to do. It was right at the start of school, your hair was long and rippled with chestnut curls, and your next four years stretched out before you with possibility. But you saw me, and you decided that this was a moment to act, to approach, to find me.\n\nAnd then, what did you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Met your eyes and said hello." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes. You sat down and stayed there, and said hello. Who does that? Only at certain moments, in certain contexts, and certain fragile moods and confluences of life can someone sit down with a stranger and talk to them, to actively seek out friendship, to make a connection.\n\nTry doing that on the subway, or at work, or at a movie theater, or a park bench. You will be rebuffed at best, receive a restraining order at worst.\n\nAnd why would such an attractive girl come sit down with me, and stay there? It was fall, and I can't get that shirt and jeans out of my mind, and the shape of your body was visible and distracting.\n\nI'm sure you remember how I looked up, trying to assume some semblance of cool.\n\nI've told you about what experience I'd had to that point. Not much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That wasn't obvious, though. You seemed like a nice-looking guy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm glad to hear it. I thought it was painfully obvious back then. I had no smooth talk, no \"moves\" (what was a \"move\" even?) and no idea how to improve my look or my lack of poise. At least, that's how I thought of it. I'm always my harshest critic, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Small Talk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm sure I said something like \"Hey\" or \"Are you going to the thing tonight?\" Something like that. It sounded good in my head, and...acceptable out loud. But I wished I had said something better.\n\nBut I do remember what you said back to me, the sentence that made me fall in love with you. I'm sure you remember too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Hey, I know you. You live in my dorm, on the top floor.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Exactly, yes. And I smiled at you, and you reached out to see what book I was reading at the same moment I reached out to pull it back, a little embarrassed. Our hands almost touched.\n\nI remembered noting how small you were. Just delicate all around. It's a cliche of fiction to say some woman is delicate, and it is an annoying word, and I detest these trite novel writers devoting time to talking about a woman's delicate spray of freckles across her nose (puke) or her delicate and narrow dancer-like arms (double puke), or her slender and delicate wrists (etc.)\n\nYou were not fragile, far from it, but you were small, and quick and almost feline in eye and affect. I swear, I could have circumnavigated your waist-equator with both my hands, or very nearly, just like the real Magellan.\n\nNow, of course, we have both suffered from the thickening indignities of middle age, and your chestnut hair is shot through with icicles. More than shot through. And I see you have thrown out all of your college clothes. I would have thought you'd keep some for memory's sake. They wouldn't fit now, I suppose. It would be pleasant if you could dress up that way again. But I suppose it would be absurd. But you might try that tightly woven side braid you favored.\n\nI hope this all comes back to you. You are remembering well, and I love you. Later on, in the days to come, we grew closer. There was one conversation we had--where was it? I want to say in a pizza place? Getting coffee?--where we realized something deep about us. I'm sure you remember what it was, that epiphany we had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Talked about the idea of someday having a family together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes, we did talk about that, didn't we? But I don't remember if we talked about it as a real thing to be considered, or just as a general notion. Because I remember--we used to take those little trips, those overnight vacations together, in college, you and I, between the end of classes and our final exams.\n\nAs if we were escaping reality, we hopped on the commuter rail or a bus (neither of us with a car as yet!) and found a cute hotel or bed and breakfast, or once, a ski resort, or a dormmate's parents' unused summer cottage.\n\nAt hotels, we check in furtively, wondering if we ought to give false names, as if it were the 1950s. The desk clerk didn't care.\n\nBut then! To have a room to ourselves, playing house, with our own temporarily-ours bathroom, and fridge, and bed--as if we did not often share a bed in our dorm. But this was a queen-sized bed, and in the dorm, it was a twin, with a mattress the thickness and texture of a piece of sandpaper.\n\nThis room was ours, sensually ours, a love nest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Were sitting eating pizza." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes! Yes! You remember what I'm about to say! We were on one of these excursions, sophomore year? We were so in love, and sitting in that pizza place. Benito's? Molto Bene's? I don't remember the name, though I should.\n\nSomehow, and I suspect, because you ensure it would be so, the conversation turned to children. This was not idle talk, but real questions.\n\n\"I can't imagine ever having children,\" I recall saying. \"No intent. I think of diapers and vomit, and ointment, and horrible school plays and having to watch you swell up in pregnancy, and children's teeth falling out everywhere, and falling from playground structures leading to ER visits overnight without a pillow or good coffee. I think of having to smile with mock euphoria at their pride in achieving some cheap trinket at miserable Chuck-E-Cheese, and my face is sore just thinking of holding that dead rictus of a smile. We ought to just be together, you and I. I don't need anything but you.\" And I took your hand.\n\nYou had asked me if I ever thought about wanting children.\n\nI felt I had answered the question wholly. And then, you looked down for a moment. I assume you recall what you said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"But I want six kids,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What was there to say to that, your eyes so trusting, your kittenish arms so slender, so delicate. Your petite hips, as yet unsullied by the indignities of childbirth?\n\nIt was a crossroads. A moment much like the dilemmas I suppose I am presenting to you in this amusing diversion of a quiz, as I stand here over you, admiring you as you play. There was no equivocating, no third choice. No looking away from this sudden stark choice before me.\n\nI could have you, sweet Natalie, with whom I was in love, sitting across from me, knee touching mine, gently, lips curling in a soft smile, sure that I was joking about not wanting children, poised to laugh in relief and worship at my wit and we would live happily ever after, tra la, the eight of us. We would be matriarch and patriarch, maw and paw, and our six fat children to-be, already somehow imagined by me with mucus running down each and every one of their noses, and/or bleeding from skinned knees..\n\nOr I could slip away, insanely parting fro you at once, from the girl I loved, for no reason other than that an imagined future might prove nauseating. It would be as mad as if we parted because I liked Worcestershire sauce on my steak and you eschewed meat altogether. Strange, unaccountable, suggestive of a certain difference between us, but to part over it?\n\nYou recall, naturally, my response." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You remember that you said you would have children with you, gladly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Did I say that explicitly? I remember that I forced my smile, willing it to turn upwards. I wanted to be agreeable, to effortlessly be the man you wanted me to be--but more, I wanted to see that I was making an effort to be that way.\n\nTo agree kindly, even as you saw that I did not agree, and that, in my heart's heart, I felt unkind.\n\nThat I would agree to the life you imagined, making the supreme sacrifice--my life, my youth, my happiness--just to obey the hormonal juices making your mouth say what you deeply desired.\n\nYes, of course, my sweet Natalie. And I promised myself that anything I said out of love or duty or momentary weakness of misplaced post-coital bliss could ever, ever overwrite this firm moment of certainty that this was not what I wanted. That any future lies or claims of happiness were hereby declared null and void well in advance.\n\nThese words all ran through my mind, bitter and ice-cold, like black tea left with the teabag soaking in it overnight on the windowsill.\n\nBut did I come around, in the end, as you promised I would? That when I met my children, I would fall in love with that, and look back and see that I had been wrong?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, you did. You came to love them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Actually, it's true, and it's also true what they say: happy wife, happy life.\n\nAnd I am so happy. I was actually pretty stupid back then. So I admit it. I was wrong and you were right, and when I wipe their cute mouths of applesauce and they sneeze directly into my eyes, I still love them.\n\nBecause love doesn't work by logic, it works with a strange sense of its own, and time makes that happen, just like you said it would, and one of us had to yield, and I couldn't let you go, not when finding you in a maze of choices is so hard, and there are so many paths that lead to anger and sadness and violence and insanity, I just want to hold on to you, and I don't care about anything else. I love you in your sweat pants. I love you with your white-flecked hair. I love you with your aging features. I love you. You. Everything from you in good, and that means them as well.\n\nAnd I'm happy, really happy.\n\nReally.\n\nHappy anniversary. I love you, Natalie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Did I say that explicitly? I remember that I forced my smile, willing it to turn upwards. I wanted to be agreeable, to effortlessly be the man you wanted me to be--but more, I wanted to see that I was making an effort to be that way.\n\nTo agree kindly, even as you saw that I did not agree, and that, in my heart's heart, I felt unkind.\n\nThat I would agree to the life you imagined, making the supreme sacrifice--my life, my youth, my happiness--just to obey the hormonal juices making your mouth say what you deeply desired.\n\nYes, of course, my sweet Natalie. And I promised myself that anything I said out of love or duty or momentary weakness of misplaced post-coital bliss could ever, ever overwrite this firm moment of certainty that this was not what I wanted. That any future lies or claims of happiness were hereby declared null and void well in advance.\n\nThese words all ran through my mind, bitter and ice-cold, like black tea left with the teabag soaking in it overnight on the windowsill.\n\nBut did I come around, in the end, as you promised I would? That when I met my children, I would fall in love with that, and look back and see that I had been wrong?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You...hoped you would. But you don't know if you did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm glad it takes a storygame to make you admit that, Natalie. I told you. I could not love them. I told you. But do you understand my thought process now? I couldn't make you understand any other way.\n\nYou sit here clicking (painfully so--it's the top, the point of the mouse that does the job!) these choices.\n\nAnd the house is very quiet, isn't it? When was the last time it was so quiet?\n\nThis is the last choice, Natalie. Go into the playroom. Tell me what you see." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What was there to say to that, your eyes so trusting, your kittenish arms so slender, so delicate. Your petite hips, as yet unsullied by the indignities of childbirth?\n\nIt was a crossroads. A moment much like the dilemmas I suppose I am presenting to you in this amusing diversion of a quiz, as I stand here over you, admiring you as you play. There was no equivocating, no third choice. No looking away from this sudden stark choice before me.\n\nI could have you, sweet Natalie, with whom I was in love, sitting across from me, knee touching mine, gently, lips curling in a soft smile, sure that I was joking about not wanting children, poised to laugh in relief and worship at my wit and we would live happily ever after, tra la, the eight of us. We would be matriarch and patriarch, maw and paw, and our six fat children to-be, already somehow imagined by me with mucus running down each and every one of their noses, and/or bleeding from skinned knees..\n\nOr I could slip away, insanely parting fro you at once, from the girl I loved, for no reason other than that an imagined future might prove nauseating. It would be as mad as if we parted because I liked Worcestershire sauce on my steak and you eschewed meat altogether. Strange, unaccountable, suggestive of a certain difference between us, but to part over it?\n\nYou recall, naturally, my response." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Think you muttered something into your cup and changed the subject." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes. Although we stayed together during college, in my heart, I'd already left, and I severed my attachment, memory by memory.\n\nWhen I touched you, I was elsewhere. When you made plans for afterwards, I knew that it was just a story. These children, these phantom, not-yet-existing children had managed to sever us and I hated them.\n\nThey were monsters, demon-children, to see love between us and kill it, Oedipus-like, heartless.\n\nAnd then, without a word, after graduation, I left you sleeping in our shared dorm-room bed. The room was already packed up, boxes ready for us to move in together in some faraway city. You'd found a place, and spoke of first and last months' rent and deposits and speaking of how the apartment had an extra little room just big enough for storage or soon a crib." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But you were still there when you woke up! You didn't leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know. I took one step out the door and shook my head. What an asshole I was. This was life. This is love. You were sleeping soundly, and I loved you.\n\nI looked outside, past the quad, and out to the street where people were walking, some of them holding hands, some of them with children. Nobody looked tortured or miserable or about to blow the city up. I looked back at you. You were young, and I was young, and I had no idea that I, over twenty years in the future, would be watching me as if from above, watching young me make what I thought was a crushing decision.\n\nSo I'd stay. We'd been together for four years. That was long enough to know. My father said I was too young to know, and that if he could he'd try to keep me from \"jumping off that cliff.\" I guess he felt that way about me and my brother. But what did he know, anyway?\n\nYour arms were slender, stretched out, and the back of your neck was exposed, where I loved to kiss. I kissed it, and sat next to you, and didn't realize that I was giving a gift, not to you, but to me, to older me, to me right now, standing next to you, my older but no less beautiful Natalie.\n\nI never told you how close I came to leaving. But now you know, and I'm sorry, and happy anniversary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes. Although we stayed together during college, in my heart, I'd already left, and I severed my attachment, memory by memory.\n\nWhen I touched you, I was elsewhere. When you made plans for afterwards, I knew that it was just a story. These children, these phantom, not-yet-existing children had managed to sever us and I hated them.\n\nThey were monsters, demon-children, to see love between us and kill it, Oedipus-like, heartless.\n\nAnd then, without a word, after graduation, I left you sleeping in our shared dorm-room bed. The room was already packed up, boxes ready for us to move in together in some faraway city. You'd found a place, and spoke of first and last months' rent and deposits and speaking of how the apartment had an extra little room just big enough for storage or soon a crib." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And you were gone when you woke up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could not put enough distance between us. You know that, or you must have guessed. But I never, never, never stopped loving you and thinking about you.\n\nEven when you moved, even when you got married a few years later to that balding ignoramus and had the children you wanted, and forgot about me, I still loved you.\n\nSo that's why I'm here. And that is why I am standing here, watching you, standing over you, hands in your hair, caressing you while you play my storygame.\n\nYour house, you will notice, is quieter than usual, and this is the last link, and you have to press it. There is no going back. It's our anniversary tonight, of the day we met, and I think you almost forgot. But now you remember everything, don't you, my love, my Natalie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes! Yes! You remember what I'm about to say! We were on one of these excursions, sophomore year? We were so in love, and sitting in that pizza place. Benito's? Molto Bene's? I don't remember the name, though I should.\n\nSomehow, and I suspect, because you ensure it would be so, the conversation turned to children. This was not idle talk, but real questions.\n\n\"I can't imagine ever having children,\" I recall saying. \"No intent. I think of diapers and vomit, and ointment, and horrible school plays and having to watch you swell up in pregnancy, and children's teeth falling out everywhere, and falling from playground structures leading to ER visits overnight without a pillow or good coffee. I think of having to smile with mock euphoria at their pride in achieving some cheap trinket at miserable Chuck-E-Cheese, and my face is sore just thinking of holding that dead rictus of a smile. We ought to just be together, you and I. I don't need anything but you.\" And I took your hand.\n\nYou had asked me if I ever thought about wanting children.\n\nI felt I had answered the question wholly. And then, you looked down for a moment. I assume you recall what you said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Thank god! Me too. I don't want any children either,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "God, imagine if you had really said that. Imagine it, really.\n\nYou know, and I know, you didn't say that. But what a fantasy. How things might have been. And it's all right, I think, to fantasize about this, to imagine it.\n\nWe spoke of everything that day, that week, that month, for hours and h ours. We talked and discussed everything, and you wanted a family. It's hard to imaging you every saying that to me--that you might not want kids. I'm surprised you even clicked down this path." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You just imagine with you. No kids." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's hard to imagine. Sometimes I think the shrieks of glee and wails of disappointment (indistinguishable) have permanently dismantle some part of my brain responsible for the higher imaginative functions. But I will try." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You imagine just you. Really imagine it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What would that even mean? We wake up and feel like sleeping more, and so we sleep. We get Mexican food and drink bad margaritas, and walk home late. Think of how empty the clothes hamper would be, how full the fridge is of food we like, how unsticky the floor!\n\nThe notion of being able to have sex while making any sound at all! Or, more poignantly, to bite into a potato chip without six pairs of ears being alerted and demanding what is \"fair\"!\n\nNo birthday parties to plan, no \"plays\" with incoherent plots and inaudible narrators to sit and applaud through with gritted teeth.\n\nThink of the silence, where we could gaze at each other and be in love in the morning, as the sun warms us, curtains open, arms twined around each other without any one else around beseiging our bedroom door, swarming in, one child having slept on our floor, another actually having somehow slept in our bed (\"he was scared\"), but only us, us, us.\n\nWhen people are as in love as we are, the rest of the world melts away adn we don't need anything or anyone else.\n\nAnd here we can at least fantasize about it. I like that you want to. It's such a modest fantasy, to think of kissing you for more than four seconds at a time without you needing to take someone's temperature or sign a permission slip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But this seems a little sad and bitter when you say it. One child would be all right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm sorry that my pleasant fantasy doesn't quite mesh with yours. I'd hope we could, somehow, daydream. You find my story sad with no children in it?\n\nAll right, look--one child. Imagine one child, then, and forget the rest. We enjoyed all the pleasures of raising a baby, youth, et cetera, and now let us say we have a ten-year-old, no a twelve-year-old. Of of our more isolated daughters, entering her brooding adolescence, so she's mostly in her room all day, downstairs, door shut.\n\nCan we still have this fantasy, then, of being together, of soaking in other completely, if we stipulate one child in this fantasy?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's all right sounding. You could have had fun like that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We could have been sitting on our patio, drinking--I want to say iced tea with mint, in a big round glass pitcher, sitting across from each other. I would have the crossword puzzle at my side, but not be doing it. The pleasure is in having the leisure to do it.\n\nAnd you would be curled into my arm, not sleeping, but not not sleeping either. And I would feel your sleepy warmth, the smell of our soft hair, and we would watch the world get dark around us, knowing that our daughter was safe and teenage angsting in her room, playing music, perhaps, but with headphones, not disturbing our reverie.\n\nYes, we have a meeting with her French teacher next Tuesday, and there is the hearing for the shoplifting charge the week after that, but this is now, and it is night, and I can looking into your pale blue eyes, the same eyes, your eyes, my Natalie, and kiss you.\n\nIt is a modest fantasy, but it is enough. I love you, and I love you in the past, and I love you now, and our daughter is kicking the door of her room as if she wished to knock it off the hinges, and I will love you in the future, I swear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm sorry that my pleasant fantasy doesn't quite mesh with yours. I'd hope we could, somehow, daydream. You find my story sad with no children in it?\n\nAll right, look--one child. Imagine one child, then, and forget the rest. We enjoyed all the pleasures of raising a baby, youth, et cetera, and now let us say we have a ten-year-old, no a twelve-year-old. Of of our more isolated daughters, entering her brooding adolescence, so she's mostly in her room all day, downstairs, door shut.\n\nCan we still have this fantasy, then, of being together, of soaking in other completely, if we stipulate one child in this fantasy?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Think you're done with this game. You're getting all angry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Don't be like that, Natalie, don't you be that way. I hope you aren't going to pick this path, but I know you well enough by now that I will swear you'll find your way here eventually.\n\nYou always did pick at me and pick at me when tried to imagine a better life, one where we could actually be happy with the person we each decided to be happy with--go figure. You always shot me down when I imagined it.\n\nMaybe that's why I left and why I made sure never to fix the broken side window frame in the basement that I always said was too small for anyone to fit through, and you sit here, Natalie and play this game. You read what I wrote about you, and think about us when we were happy. I don't care how many times you have to click through this, how many wrong turns you take.\n\nYou find that happy ending, and the new chef's knife you bought is sharp, and the children are asleep, and we have all night, all night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What would that even mean? We wake up and feel like sleeping more, and so we sleep. We get Mexican food and drink bad margaritas, and walk home late. Think of how empty the clothes hamper would be, how full the fridge is of food we like, how unsticky the floor!\n\nThe notion of being able to have sex while making any sound at all! Or, more poignantly, to bite into a potato chip without six pairs of ears being alerted and demanding what is \"fair\"!\n\nNo birthday parties to plan, no \"plays\" with incoherent plots and inaudible narrators to sit and applaud through with gritted teeth.\n\nThink of the silence, where we could gaze at each other and be in love in the morning, as the sun warms us, curtains open, arms twined around each other without any one else around beseiging our bedroom door, swarming in, one child having slept on our floor, another actually having somehow slept in our bed (\"he was scared\"), but only us, us, us.\n\nWhen people are as in love as we are, the rest of the world melts away adn we don't need anything or anyone else.\n\nAnd here we can at least fantasize about it. I like that you want to. It's such a modest fantasy, to think of kissing you for more than four seconds at a time without you needing to take someone's temperature or sign a permission slip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounds like heaven." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'll tell you the story, and you just imagine. Close your eyes and fantasize. Well, no, I guess that won't work if you are reading this. Just picture it.\n\nImagine me driving, slightly unsafely, in our new red convertible, with no room in the back for car seat or booster, driving with one hand on the wheel, my other around you. The wind is whipping your chestnut curls back, and you are wearing those sunglasses I like with the slight cat's-eye tilt, your face and features looking small and sharply defined. You are wearing the dark crimson lipstick you used to wear, your mouth a cupid's bow.\n\nBecause in this story, we are young and fresh and free." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You drive fast, just the two of you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Think of all the money we have, and we park our car in front of our building, a townhouse in the cooler part of town, and we walk the steps with untired legs, very much not toting a stroller up the steps.\n\nAnd we sit on our balcony and drink coffee with no children clambering on us or plummeting to their deaths over the sheer parapet of the balcony. We talk all evening and make love thrice and go out to dinner, sex-dazed, the entire Sunday paper consumed, and eat adult food. The restaurant does not have plastic utensils, novelty placemats, or have laminated menus with pictures of the food in it. And we go to bed after ten p.m., if such a thing is conceivable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hhhh. Mmmm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I see you shuddering in pleasure and flushing pink around your cheeks, and I know.\n\nIt is my favorite fantasy as well, and now I will kiss behind your ear. I love you too. Happy anniversary, Natalie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm sure I said something like \"Hey\" or \"Are you going to the thing tonight?\" Something like that. It sounded good in my head, and...acceptable out loud. But I wished I had said something better.\n\nBut I do remember what you said back to me, the sentence that made me fall in love with you. I'm sure you remember too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"You're taking me out tonight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No, that's not what happened. You wouldn't have done that, touched me straight away. You've always been reluctant to touch, a natural timidity, or delicacy, or whatever you want to call it. You warm up, of course, letting me slide my hand into your sleeve to touch your upper arm lightly, a caress that we both know drives you crazy, and then you'll respond, perhaps, shivering and touching your lips to my jaw, telling me you love me.\n\nBut you would not, you would certainly not, have touched me like that, right there in the cafeteria." } ]

[ "Anti-Hero", "Horror", "Humor" ]

[ 268, 195, 195, 143, 50, 29, 19, 88 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: horror\nTheme: Anti-Hero, Horror, Humor\nDescription: Old monsters never die, they just get meaner.\nAdditional Notes:\nThere are history links for each monster (In the form of your character's memories) and while not neccessary to understand the story, they do provide deeper background. Ignore whatever you might know about various old movie monsters, you'll find that most of their histories are much different in this story.\nYou may find that this story has a movie feel to it which is appropriate considering the characters involved. The language (and violence) can get graphic sometimes, so if you don't like that sort of thing, you probably shouldn't read it.\nFinally this isn't really a \"win/lose\" type story, however there are definitely good/bad/neutral endings. A few endings are even \"really good\" though they won't be spelled out as such.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in your cabin in the woods. You sit up and scratch some fleas that have infested your body. You also realize its still daylight. You hate waking up early.\n\nYou lope into the bathroom and look in the mirror where you see a canine face covered in gray fur, you remember a time when your fur was completely brown.\n\n\"You're getting old Wolf\" you say to yourself like you always do while trying to look on the bright side that at least you don't have the mange. You think you'd just put a silver bullet in your head if you ever started to go bald.\n\nAfter eating some left over mutton in the fridge and some Gummy Blobs (for the sugar \"pick me up\") you ponder how you're going to pay this month's rent on your cabin. You call your agent Erik and see if that little pissant has found any work for you. Hopefully it's an actual job and not just a guest speaker spot at a comic convention.\n\n\"Erik! It's me Wolf! Pick up the fucking phone! I know you're there!\" you say when you get the answering machine.\n\n\"Erik! Get on the phone NOW, or I'm gonna go over there and shove a pipe organ up your ass!\"\n\nThat got his attention.\n\n\"Wolf, I'm sorry, but I fear I'm in a deep depression.\"\n\"What else is new? Look I need some work, got anything? I don't even care if it's straight to video. I just need some of the green stuff!\"\n\"Sadly, I don't think I do, but then I haven't really checked…I'm so depressed. I've been wondering if I made the right decisions in my life…and now it's too late for me to do anything about it, because I'm old…\"\n\"Join the fucking club Erik! Look do you…\"\n\"But my art, my music, that is my love and its failing me again. My latest opera isn't doing well. I wonder if I chose the wrong thing to love and pursue. Just like I did with Christine. Oh Christine WHY couldn't you have loved me? I loved you…\"\n\nWonderful, he's in full blown tortured artist mode. He can go on like this forever. You can either give up, or persist in getting something out of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Persist" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh boo fucking hoo, your latest Opera hasn't been doing too well lately. At least people are paying to see the goddamn thing! As bad of a composer, and musician you are, you oughta be glad anyone's even paying to see the goddamn thing! People don't want to see anything with me in it! And at least you've got another job to fall back on LIKE BEING AN AGENT THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ME A FUCKING JOB!\" you snarl.\n\nThere's some dead air briefly and then Erik begins talking again.\n\n\"You're right. I shouldn't be complaining about my problems to you. You of course know all about torment. A war that wages within you, a beast that…\"\n\"Erik I've got no time and I'm in no mood to hear how we're supposed to be kindred spirits, you just better tell me you found something for me and it better not be another guest speaker spot at a comic convention!\"\n\"Well let's see…I dunno. Werewolves aren't popular anymore you know…there might be something…here it is! It's called Wolf Pack.\"\n\"Pack? That implies more than one wolf on the set there Erik. Well I suppose I can share the spotlight with some others. As long as I'm in charge of course.\" You say.\n\"Er…well according to this, you'd be the old cranky grandpa wolf that makes a bunch of rude remarks.\"\n\"What?! What kind of stupid shit is that?\"\n\"Yeah that's the stuff.\" Erik replies not catching on.\n\"I mean what the hell kind of movie is this?\"\n\"Its uh…let's see…oh here. It's a horror comedy about a werewolf family and how they\nadjust to human society. Looks like you'll be playing with a lot of young pups as you'd call them.\"\n\"WHAT?! NO! What the fuck Erik? I'm a fucking monster not something to be fucking laughed at! And they already did a movie like that a long time ago and it sucked!\"\n\"Well that's all I got. Maybe you could talk to the director to make changes since they also wrote it. I'm sure you and her are familiar with each other. You had an affair with her for quite some time.\"\n\"Uh, you wanna narrow that list down Erik?\"\n\"It's Mary. You know, the one who used to be married to Frankie, until your affair broke up both of your marriages?\"\n\nErik's new information didn't exactly make you any more enthusiastic to want to take the job." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the job anyway" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright I'll take the job, just tell me where its at.\" You say.\n\nAfter Erik gives you the information, you ride your Harley to the studio.\n\nWhen you arrive on the set, you see a bunch of snot nosed wolflings hanging around trying to look \"tough\". Some of them are in human form, but you can smell them for who they truly are though. These cubs today, you swear they would've never lasted back in the old days. All flash and nothing to back it up. (Though you don't mind looking at the young females that are there) That's why they hang out in packs. You never did that even when you were young. You were always a lone wolf.\n\n\"Hey who's the fossil?\" one of them asks.\n\"Hey Grandpa, the remake of Old Yellow is next door!\"\n\nThis causes a howl of laughter from all of them, until you confront the one who said it. Probably the leader no doubt. Not even in wolf form. Pathetic.\n\n\"I'm going to give you time to transform into a more adequate fighting form before I neuter you.\" You calmly explain.\n\"You? You're like 300 years old! I could take…\"\n\nCan't say you didn't give him a chance.\n\nYou immediately pounce on him, knocking him down while clamping your jaws on his face and digging your fangs in.\n\n\"HOLY SHIT DUDE!\" one of them shouts.\n\"Oh my god he's killing him!\" a female screams.\n\"Get him off of him, get him off of him!\"\n\nWhile them all attempt to pull you off of their leader you hear a familiar voice that gets your attention.\n\n\"Well, I see Erik passed my script over to you, good. I'm also glad to see you're still as anti-social as usual Wolf.\" Mary says as you finally get off of your misguided heckler and approach her. She still looks the same, though she looks a lot better now that she got rid of that hair style she used to have and dyed it blonde.\n\"Just re-establishing the proper hierarchy, nothing more.\"\n\"Hmm, always the Alpha Male, that was what I always loved about you. So primal. Maybe later I can dress in a little red cloak and we can reenact a fairy tale.\"\n\"Some fairy tale, as I remember you loved a lot of beings.\"\n\"Hey I can't help who I am. I was created this way.\"\n\"Just like Frankie eh?\"\n\"Don't you compare me to that sicko! Yes we are controlled by our genetics to a certain degree, but as you damn well know I rose above them! I made my own identity. I'm a successful director and writer now, so what if I have a healthy sexual appetite? There's nothing wrong with that, I'm sure you'd agree given all the beings you had your way with before, after and DURING your marriage!\"\n\"Look never mind all that. I got a real problem with this film.\" You say side stepping her correct accusation.\n\"What's wrong with it?\"\n\"What's wrong with it? Are you kidding me? It sucks! It makes a mockery of werewolves! You even named one of them fucking Benji!\"\n\"Well comedy is popular now. Plus children like monsters just as long as they aren't too scary, so I was hoping to make it a family film.\"\n\"ARRGH! I don't DO family films! This is insulting and demeaning!\"\n\"How? Come on Wolf. In most horror movies you've made you always got killed in the end by a human, how was that any less demeaning?\"\n\"Because at least I was portrayed as feared monster that killed a bunch of people! I can play ball with the humans and their idealistic notion of good always having to overcome evil and all that…but THIS! This makes me into a fucking joke! I can't even believe you of all people wrote this…no wait I can. You fucking undead don't have any consideration for anyone, but yourselves.\"\n\"You know I'm technically not even undead, I'm created from several dead bodies. I'm more of a golem.\" Mary attempts to correct you.\n\"Who gives a shit, you're still basically a walking corpse, and your flesh is dead. You're Undead in my book.\"\n\"You know for someone who hasn't been able to find a job in months and is basically just rotting away in his little cabin, you'd think that you'd be a little more appreciative. I wrote this with you in mind you hairy bigoted asshole!\"\n\nYou don't know whether to take that as an insult or as an attempt for her to try to make amends for the past." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take it as an insult" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you had me in mind eh? Well that proves it. You think I'm a joke because that's how you wrote the character.\"\n\"What? No! I just…\"\n\"I see your time with that bloodsucker was well spent. Learning how to exploit and leech right? Look maybe you can pull this shit with those puppies over there, but I ain't fucking one! I don't need the money that badly. I'll go fucking live my twilight years in the forest and DIE there as nature probably intended. I don't need this shit.\"\n\nAs you turn to leave, Mary shouts at you.\n\n\"Yeah, that's right go on leave Mr. Lone Wolf! You'll fucking die alone, you stubborn bastard! I tried to help you! Erik tried to help you and you don't appreciate any of it! That's why none of your children speak to you and…\"\n\nYou run back over to her and slam her into the wall. You stare at her face to face as she struggles to get free. She's strong, but you manage to keep her pinned. She really pissed you off and you were already pissed off to begin with.\n\n\"Fuck you, and fuck Erik! You two don't know shit about me, never did. I'm through with the pair of you! In fact I think I'll be taking something with me since you're so worried about me being alone…\"\n\nYou release Mary and go over to the wolflings who look a little worried that you're going to cause harm to them. Many of them cast their eyes downward.\n\n\"Hey, you want to be REALLY tough? You want to really raise some hell? Come with me. If you want to stay under the thumb of this patchwork dead bitch and be exploited and mocked, stay here.\n\nYour statement alone convinces all of them. They all follow you, even the one you made an example of. Mary attempts to call everyone back, but it's useless, you've taken control of the pack and they'll do what you want now.\n\nAnd right now you want to get into a fight. You think about all the people and creatures that wronged you in some way and only two of them keep coming to mind consistently.\n\nOne is that fucking Dr. Victor Frankenstein. If it wasn't for him, Frankie and Mary wouldn't have been created in the first place which also means you wouldn't have gotten yourself into trouble all those years ago. You wouldn't have had to put up with his \"children\" taking jobs away from you. Not to mention he sued you once.\n\nBut the one who you REALLY despise, is that bisexual bloodsucker. Fucking Dracula or Vlad, or whatever the hell he's calling himself these days. The disgust you have for him and the reasons are too numerous to list here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go kick Victor's ass" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your recent dealings with Mary, have made you think about all the shit you've had to put up with from that no talent dickhead. No human has ever given you such trouble. You know he's still alive. (Mad scientists always find ways of prolonging their lives somehow) That won't be true for long though, if you get your way. You killed him once before. This time you're going to make sure he stays that way.\n\nHe's probably got whatever crappy inventions and experiments protecting his castle and from what you know, Frankie's still living with his \"Dad\" as well.\n\nYou don't give a fuck, you'll kill him too. You figure you'll be doing the world a favor as well as getting some satisfaction. Besides, you've got to show these wolflings what being a werewolf is all about.\n\n\"All right you cubs! We're going to go raise some fucking hell. We're going to Frankenstein's Castle. We're going to rip the place apart brick by brick, and I'M going to rip Victor apart limb from limb.\"\n\"Erm…Castle Frankenstien? Isn't that where Frankie lives?\" one of the wolflings asks.\n\"I heard he's really powerful, didn't he fight Dracula and win?\"\n'I dunno if we should mess with him.\"\n\nYou can't believe your ears! These snot nosed pups know nothing of their heritage! Back in the old days they would've been killed and eaten for such cowardice!\n\n\"Goddammit are you Wolves or fucking Chihuahuas? Frankie's a fucking pussy! I personally kicked his ass before and I'll do it again all by myself if I have too! Now are you going to run with me and be a fucking Wolf or are you going to go back home with your tails tucked between your legs?\"\n\nAfter looking at each other for awhile they all agree to go with you.\n\n\"Good! Now I want all of you to transform into your wolf form too! I'm traveling with fellow wolves not humans!\"\n\nJust before one of the females begins to transform, you stop her. She's dressed in a short leather skirt and a tight white t-shirt that's tied in the center and has long flowing brown hair. You can smell that she's in heat. You hate to coin a pun, but she literally is one hot l'il bitch.\n\n\"Erm, not you. You stay in your human form; I kind of like the whole teenage slut look you got going on. In fact you come here right now; you'll be traveling on my bike with me.\" You say.\n\nAs she slides in behind you and holds on, you ask her one more question.\n\n\"So what's your name?\"\n\"Ginger. What's your name, you never did tell us.\"\n\"Wolf. Just Wolf baby. Remember it. You'll be screaming it later.\"\n\nDamn you're so fucking cool, you think as you start up your Harley and ride ahead of the pack.\n\n(You'd probably be even cooler if these pups weren't all riding those Japanese \"crotch rocket\" bikes, but that'll have to be another lesson for another day)\n\nAfter a couple of days of riding, and a few \"pit stops\" with Ginger, you all eventually reach Castle Frankenstein. You park your bikes at the gate, and size the place up, which now looks a lot different. It looks like a damn Nazi fortress now, there's guard towers and everything. It seems Victor has been keeping himself very busy in recent years.\n\nAs it begins to rain, a familiar voice calls to you from one of the towers.\n\n\"Its you. Vic always knew you'd return one day. I never believed him though. I guess I owe him fifty bucks.\"\n\nYou look up and see Igor, he looks different too. He has a lot of clumsy cybernetic implants, one of them being some sort of gun in place of an arm. More of Vic's \"handy work\" no doubt. He's still got that damn hump on his back though.\n\n\"Igor? You still alive? I thought your ungrateful master would've just let you die of old age and get himself another assistant. I see he did a real good job of improving you though. Tell me, how's it feel to be the real brains, never getting the credit and continuing to be a doormat?\"\n\"I'm happy with my lot in life. How's it feel to be broke ass overgrown dog who's trying to relive his lost youth?\" Igor retorts back.\n\"Don't know yet. I'll tell you before I shove that metal arm up your ass.\"\n\nWell looks like the fight's starting here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You attempt to climb over the gate before Igor can get off a shot" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In your prime you would've been able to scale the gate, climb the tower and rip Igor's head off all without getting hit.\n\nUnfortunately you aren't in your prime anymore. Igor's having trouble aiming his awkward arm-gun, but with as many bullets as it pumps out he doesn't need to be completely accurate. While you're attempting to climb over the gate he hits you several times.\n\nNaturally those bullets are silver.\n\nYou crash to the wet ground with a loud CLANK! sound, as the rest of the pack go running away with their tails between their legs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your recent dealings with Mary, have made you think about all the shit you've had to put up with from that no talent dickhead. No human has ever given you such trouble. You know he's still alive. (Mad scientists always find ways of prolonging their lives somehow) That won't be true for long though, if you get your way. You killed him once before. This time you're going to make sure he stays that way.\n\nHe's probably got whatever crappy inventions and experiments protecting his castle and from what you know, Frankie's still living with his \"Dad\" as well.\n\nYou don't give a fuck, you'll kill him too. You figure you'll be doing the world a favor as well as getting some satisfaction. Besides, you've got to show these wolflings what being a werewolf is all about.\n\n\"All right you cubs! We're going to go raise some fucking hell. We're going to Frankenstein's Castle. We're going to rip the place apart brick by brick, and I'M going to rip Victor apart limb from limb.\"\n\"Erm…Castle Frankenstien? Isn't that where Frankie lives?\" one of the wolflings asks.\n\"I heard he's really powerful, didn't he fight Dracula and win?\"\n'I dunno if we should mess with him.\"\n\nYou can't believe your ears! These snot nosed pups know nothing of their heritage! Back in the old days they would've been killed and eaten for such cowardice!\n\n\"Goddammit are you Wolves or fucking Chihuahuas? Frankie's a fucking pussy! I personally kicked his ass before and I'll do it again all by myself if I have too! Now are you going to run with me and be a fucking Wolf or are you going to go back home with your tails tucked between your legs?\"\n\nAfter looking at each other for awhile they all agree to go with you.\n\n\"Good! Now I want all of you to transform into your wolf form too! I'm traveling with fellow wolves not humans!\"\n\nJust before one of the females begins to transform, you stop her. She's dressed in a short leather skirt and a tight white t-shirt that's tied in the center and has long flowing brown hair. You can smell that she's in heat. You hate to coin a pun, but she literally is one hot l'il bitch.\n\n\"Erm, not you. You stay in your human form; I kind of like the whole teenage slut look you got going on. In fact you come here right now; you'll be traveling on my bike with me.\" You say.\n\nAs she slides in behind you and holds on, you ask her one more question.\n\n\"So what's your name?\"\n\"Ginger. What's your name, you never did tell us.\"\n\"Wolf. Just Wolf baby. Remember it. You'll be screaming it later.\"\n\nDamn you're so fucking cool, you think as you start up your Harley and ride ahead of the pack.\n\n(You'd probably be even cooler if these pups weren't all riding those Japanese \"crotch rocket\" bikes, but that'll have to be another lesson for another day)\n\nAfter a couple of days of riding, and a few \"pit stops\" with Ginger, you all eventually reach Castle Frankenstein. You park your bikes at the gate, and size the place up, which now looks a lot different. It looks like a damn Nazi fortress now, there's guard towers and everything. It seems Victor has been keeping himself very busy in recent years.\n\nAs it begins to rain, a familiar voice calls to you from one of the towers.\n\n\"Its you. Vic always knew you'd return one day. I never believed him though. I guess I owe him fifty bucks.\"\n\nYou look up and see Igor, he looks different too. He has a lot of clumsy cybernetic implants, one of them being some sort of gun in place of an arm. More of Vic's \"handy work\" no doubt. He's still got that damn hump on his back though.\n\n\"Igor? You still alive? I thought your ungrateful master would've just let you die of old age and get himself another assistant. I see he did a real good job of improving you though. Tell me, how's it feel to be the real brains, never getting the credit and continuing to be a doormat?\"\n\"I'm happy with my lot in life. How's it feel to be broke ass overgrown dog who's trying to relive his lost youth?\" Igor retorts back.\n\"Don't know yet. I'll tell you before I shove that metal arm up your ass.\"\n\nWell looks like the fight's starting here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You duck for cover!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell everyone to get the hell out of Igor's range and take cover. Fortunately Igor's gun-arm isn't the best design and he's having problems aiming and standing still due to the recoil, so you all manage to hide behind some nearby rocks\n\nStill, there's no way you're going to be able to scale the front gate with Igor on that damn tower.\n\n\"See I knew this was a bad idea!\" one of the wolflings says.\n\"How are we supposed to get past that? I'm pretty sure he's firing silver bullets at us.\"\n\"Oh I KNOW he is. Hence the reason why I told everyone to get out of the way. Okay so we're not going through the front gate, the castle's a big place right? Igor's only guarding the front. I say we split up and scale the walls on the sides and around the back. We'll meet up inside the castle.\"\n\"Yeah, but won't there be other defenses?\"\n\"Probably. So you better be fucking prepared! This ain't no damn game. You cubs think you're really tough when in fact you've probably never had a real challenge. This is it. Don't think about backing out now. This is where we truly test the idea of survival of the fittest. Damn, my blood is starting to feel that rush! Don't you all feel it? I haven't felt this way since they sent a group of ten \"werewolf assassins\" to put me down. Shit. They never tried that again! Ha ha ha ha ha!\"\n\nWhile you're reveling in gruesome nostalgia, your pack is looking at you like you've completely lost it. And they're probably right. However, your speech seems to have stirred something in them.\n\n\"The crazy old fossil's right! I remember having to hear about similar stuff my grandfather used to talk about all the damn time. I never really paid any attention to it before. Now I think I understand. We need to prove our skills to truly be proud to call ourselves werewolves!\" one of them states.\n\"Now that's the attitude I'm talking about!\"\n\nYou all huddle in the rain and make a howling noise in unison to the moon and proceed with your plan. You all split up into a couple of groups and begin to scale the side and back walls, which really isn't all that difficult. You know Igor's probably ran off to warn Vic though. All you can think is, he better have something better than just Igor and Frankie defending him.\n\nAs you prowl around in the courtyard, you hear moaning and the clomping of several footsteps. You and your group turn to see some of Vic's defenses.\n\n\"Zombies? Are you fucking kidding me Vic? I thought you'd at least have some robots or something!\" you say to yourself. Though upon a second look, you see that the horde of corpses aren't actually zombies. Zombies are complete corpses brought back to life. These things look more like Frankie, except designed even worse. A lot of them have arms and legs in odd places. Some have a couple of heads or extra limbs. Most aren't even stitched together neatly, there are just giant rivets and spikes sticking out, holding them together. These are probably some of his \"failed\" experiments.\n\nDoesn't matter, they're close enough to be Undead for you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fight them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Damn straight! That's what you're here for!\n\nYou take out the nearest pile of shit with ease and your pack follows suit. They're a little tougher than you thought, but limbs are flying everywhere. Needless to say you're really enjoying yourself, and you can see your pack is too. (Well the ones that haven't gotten themselves killed)\n\nYou attack one large experiment with four arms, it catches a few heavy hits on you, before you rip them off. It's relentless and begins smashing its head (Which contains a lot of jagged metal bits) into you, knocking you down. As you shake it off, Ginger (Who's now in wolf form) and a couple of other wolflings comes to your aid and finish off the large abomination.\n\n\"Godammit! I had that! Don't EVER come to help me! I can handle myself!\" you snarl angrily.\n\"We were just helping…\" Ginger says casting her eyes downward and lowering her ears.\n\n\"…yeah…well…just don't let it happen again…\" you say understanding they weren't really trying to embarrass you. \"Come on, we're done here, let's get in the castle.\"\n\nYou meet up with the ones remaining in your pack at the front door of the castle. You put all your muscle into it and rip the doors of their hinges. When you step inside, you narrowly dodge a laser beam of some sort.\n\n\"He's got the whole place trapped, be careful where you…\"\n\nA wolfling steps on some floor stone that releases yet another beam trap, reducing him to ashes.\n\n\"Step.\" You say completing the sentence. That's when you hear a loud speaker.\n\n\"Wolf! Igor informed me you had arrived with some friends! I'm actually glad you're here I get to test out my new experiment on you! Assuming you survive long enough to get to me of course!\"\n\nAt this point he does his typical Mad Scientist laugh. If he thinks you're going to waste your time in his castle of death traps he's sadly mistaken. He seems to have forgotten you have an excellent sense of smell and tracking in general.\n\nOf course the smell of dead bodies seems to be emanating everywhere. You try to sniff out a human scent, but you aren't getting anything solid. The dead body smell is too overpowering. You're catching a couple of different ones though. One of them is a very faint sweet smell. The other is a burning type smell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow the burning smell" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Knowing that Vic works with electricity a lot, you figure he's in that direction. You and the wolflings that are still with you follow, carefully avoiding traps. You travel further to higher levels of the castle where the burning smell is getting stronger. You KNOW you're getting closer to him. You can feel it. You just hope his \"experiment\" is as great as he claims. It would suck if there wasn't a real battle to fight after all this.\n\nYou burst into the room with strong burning smell and see big globes of energy, conduits, generators and a big ass corpse with cybernetic implants lying on the table. It's Frankie with some modifications and absorbing more electricity than lightning rod.\n\nYou half expect to see Victor somewhere, but all you hear is the loudspeaker disturbing your ears again.\n\n\"You see Wolf! You see! While you've been wasting away in that shitty cabin, I've been preparing for my son's come back! You stole his woman! You ended his career! You didn't just damage him physically, you damaged his mind! Scarred him emotionally! It's taken me YEARS to undo the damage!\"\n\"Damaged his mind? He was a psychopathic serial pedophile made of corpses! What the fuck kind of damage could I have done? And Mary never liked him anyway!\"\n\"She could've learned! He could've too! They just needed more time! But YOU! You prevented all that! You and your dog dick!\"\n\"For fuck's sake, I wasn't the only one fucking her!\"\n\"Yes, but you're the one who did it the longest and destroyed my poor boy's career! You're going to pay! Ha ha ha ha! He's up! HE'S ALIVE! HE'S ALIVE! HE'S ALIVE! Frankie look who we have here! And old friend, why don't you go and give him a big hug?\"\n\nVictor goes into his mad scientist laugh yet again, as Frankie \"2.0\" gets up from the table. He opens his eyes and looks directly at you.\n\n\"FRANKIE BEAT YOUR HEAD IN NOW.\" He says with a booming voice.\n\nStill as verbal and articulate as ever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have the pack surround Frankie" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You order everyone to surround Frankie to try to keep him off guard. Frankie watches as the wolfling encircle him, but he's still slowly moving towards you.\n\nHe charges! A couple of the wolfling dive for his legs in an effort to stop him, but he's like a juggernaut and keeps charging. Fortunately you're still nimble and get out of his way as he smashes through the wall. The wolflings that dived for his legs, follow up and begin attack him with tooth and claw. It's not having that great of an effect though, he's got metal plating on that dead flesh now. Frankie kills the pair of them by smashing their heads together until there is nothing left except mush.\n\n\"Everyone grab a weapon! Don't fight him head on!\" you bark at the survivors while attempting to find something. You find a large metal pole, though you're reluctant to take it, with all the electricity in the damn room.\n\n\"It's useless! You'll never defeat my boy Frankie!\" Victor says.\n\nFrankie begins to approach you again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You throw the pole at him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as Frankie charges you again, you throw the pole as hard as you can at him like a spear. Bullseye! Literally. The pole slams into his left eye and straight through his head. It still doesn't slow him down though and you just barely get out his way.\n\nFrankie stops his attack for a moment and attempts to remove the pole, but you and another wolfling don't miss the opportunity. The pole is quite long and you grab it from the front, while the other grabs it from the back and you both run clockwise around Frankie. All the titanium plating in the world isn't going to protect him from massive head trauma.\n\n\"RARRRRGH! BRAIN!\" Frankie yells as half of his head comes apart. As he attempts to keep his brains from falling out, and that's when the rest of the pack begins to beat his head in even more with various blunt objects. He's still putting up a fight though.\n\n\"NO! STOP! FRANKIE! MY SON!\" you hear Victor scream over the loudspeaker.\n\nVictor's voice sounds like its very close. You see another door in the lab, and you've got a really good feeling that he's behind it.\n\nYou leave the wolflings to finish off Frankie, and run to open the door.\n\nAnd there he is, Victor Frankenstein…\n\nOr what's left of him at least, he's just a brain in a jar, hooked up to various machines now.\n\n\"Wow, Vic. I always knew you were a terrible mad scientist, but I would've thought you'd be able to at least create a robot body for yourself, or a youth elixir or something!\"\n\"Shut up Wolf! You haven't won! I've still got…\"\n\"What? What've you got? Nothing! Unless you're a giant space brain from Venus or some shit, you can't do anything to me. And you ain't, so…\"\n\"Wait! Wolf! Can't we talk about this?\"\n\"Oh like you wanted to talk to me, when you fed me drugged meat?\"\n\"Oh yeah…you're not still mad about that are you? I mean you did kill me for it…\"\n\"Yeah, and I should've stuck around to make sure you stayed dead. Well no mistakes this time.\"\n\nYou take Victor's brain out of the jar.\n\n\"NOOOOOOOO……\" are the last words to come out of the loud speakers before you step back into the lab where Frankie is flailing wildly at the wolflings who are carefully standing out of harms way as they continue to make quick strikes as him. He's badly damaged and blind. Not deaf though. You call over to Frankie who turns around when he recognizes your voice.\n\n\"Hey Frankie, your Dad wants to talk to you, he's got a lot on his mind.\" You say and then throw Victor's brain into what remains of Frankie's face. The brain splatters into bloody pieces, while you follow up with a quick and vicious attack.\n\nYou sink your fangs deep into Frankie's shoulder until it hits the bone, where upon you rip off the arm at the socket. The rest of the pack follows your lead and help you rip Frankie apart, until he's reduced to the pieces that made him up in the first place.\n\n\"Damn, I think I broke a tooth on that fucking metal plating.\" You say breathing heavily.\n\"We won Wolf! You were right! This was fun! I felt the primal instinct and everything!\" one of the wolflings exclaims.\n\"Yeah and right now all of you are going to be feeling silver burning through your bodies.\" Igor says standing in the lab door exit, pointing that infernal arm weapon at you all." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Fantasy", "Part of Series", "Romance" ]

[ 145, 76, 81, 51, 18, 12, 8, 23 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: grimdark fantasy\nTheme: Contest Entry, Fantasy, Romance\nDescription: On the night of your marriage, your wife is captured and you are left for dead in an alley. When you come to, your wife is missing, and your once perfect life now in tatters. What else is there to do but to kill those who have wronged you, save your wife, and restore equilibrium to your life? Before you can do this, however, you must venture through The Lost Realm...\nAuthor's Notes: Your choices matter, so choose carefully. There are 3 epilogues to be found.\nThis will likely be the first story in a series of five that I'm planning, so be sure to leave feedback, and please leave any criticisms you might have.\nSpecial Thanks:\nI'd like to give a huge shout out to Mayana for beta testing for me. This story game would have loads more mistakes without her help. Thanks to Mizal as well for her help with scripting.\nThis is an entry to EndMaster's 2018 Romance Story contest\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nYou were really starting to get tired of the color green. The forests were green, the grass was green, even your damn Realm's emblem was green. It made already boring guard duty even worse. You would pace back and forth staring at the dreadfully large expanse of forest ahead of you, but nothing would ever happen. You might see the occasional kobold walk along the edge of the forest, but they never did anything. They just watched and waited. If you weren't on a fifty foot high wall you might actually be worried, but, as it happens, you were. There was no kobold in all of the Lost Realm that could scale these walls, and even if there was it, and its disgusting green skin would get peppered with arrows before it had the chance to. Yes, this was simply the easiest most boring place to guard in all of the Realm of Men.\n\nIt was because of this fact that your lieutenant was thoroughly confused when you requested to be transferred here. You were his most reliable soldier, and you knew that. You used his fondness of you to get him to give you this transfer. He'd asked why, and you'd simply replied that you needed time to get over what happened to Liliana. Your wife. She was assumed dead by everyone. The night of your wedding you and her were cornered in an alley by thugs. You were beaten to a pulp, and she was taken, in more than one sense of the word, right before your eyes. Her parting words to you before you blacked out from the pain were, \"I'm lost!\"\n\nI'm lost.\n\nYou take off your wedding ring and examine it. It's a beautiful piece. Solid gold encrusted with an emerald gem. It is the only green you find yourself being able to stand, and only then because it was from Liliana. Guard duty wasn't paying you enough for you to be able to get rings for the both of you, so instead you blew all of your money on her ring. That one was polished iron inlaid with golden patterns, and it wasn't much, but it represented more than money. Liliana accepted your proposal, and when she found out you hadn't gotten yourself a ring she gave you her mother's ring. It was a little too girly for you, but the smile on her face turned you into an emotional sob, so you accepted. She was taken that same night. Presumed dead, and with you chosen as her closest 'relative' it was up to you to bury her coffin. You did so quickly. Many people, including your lieutenant, suggested you take things slower, but you were adamant.\n\nYou didn't tell them why you were in such a hurry, and even if you did, you doubt they would've believed you. You were the closest person to Liliana and consequently the only one whom she would trust with her secrets.\n\nI'm lost.\n\nThose words could only mean one thing. They were a confirmation to a question you asked her years ago, when the two of you first met..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Memory: Meeting Liliana" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 366 of the Second Era\n\nAt the age of ten, you were average. Your height, weight, disposition, and, well, pretty much everything about you was average. Never the last one chosen for capture the emblem, but never the first one either. Your life then was a monotonous slog: Go to your rundown academy, try to do well in your academic work, fail, and return home only to have your drunkard of a father beat you. You didn't realize how miserable your life was until the fateful day when Liliana joined your class at school.\n\nLike the rest of the girls in the class, she wore a dress. Unlike the rest of the girls in the class, her dress was obviously of fine make. The embroidery on her dress had no faults. No drops of blood from clumsy mothers who pricked themselves on their needle. No lazy patches sewn in to cover up holes. No, her dress was flawless. Her hair was onyx black, and fell down in waves around her face. Her glittering blue eyes were filled with anticipation, and maybe a little fear. She clearly wasn't used to being in these kinds of situations, and she kept glancing around as if someone else was going to introduce her to the other classmates.\n\nYour teacher, a hag of a woman, prompted her to introduce herself. \"Go ahead and introduce yourself to the class, dear.\"\n\nShe widened her eyes in surprise, but followed the teacher's command. \"My name is Liliana, I'm ten years of age, and..,\" she looked to the teacher for instruction. She had an accent, and one that you'd never heard before at that. Not northern, or even like those from the eastern realm. No, this was decidedly different from any other accent you'd heard before.\n\n\"Go on,\" the teacher prompted again.\n\n\"I don't know what else to say,\" Liliana responded.\n\nThe teacher frowned disappointedly. \"Surely you have more things to tell us about yourself than your name?\" When Liliana didn't respond, the teacher spoke again. \"Where are you from? Or, what do you like to do in your spare time? Tell us things like that.\"\n\nLiliana hesitated once more.\n\n\"Come now. We don't judge people here,\" the hag patted her comfortingly on the shoulder, but failed to notice the snickering in the back.\n\nLiliana, it seemed, found her words comforting, and finally started to open up. \"I was born in Arboribus. My father is the king there, and it's an amazing place. There are trees larger than castles there! Oh, and I like to go stag riding with my father if he has the ti-\"\n\nThe teacher interrupted. \"Excuse me. Where?\" The teacher sounded somewhat confused, but definitely disappointed. The snickering in the back increased, but Liliana still hadn't noticed.\n\n\"Arboribus,\" she said this clearly, and with an expression of incredulity fixed upon her face. The teacher simply stared at her blankly, until Liliana continued. \"You know, in The Lost Realm...\"\n\nThe boys in the back, try as they might, couldn't contain themselves any longer. They busted out into raucous laughter that spread to the rest of the students that were typically thought of as nice. Everyone gave into the laughter, and even the teacher hag was chuckling.\n\nYou were on the edge of laughter as well, but something kept you there. Stories of The Lost Realm, and rumors of a ancient city of humans therein. Your mother, before she died of disease, would tell you fairy tales of the ancient land, and how it used to be as prosperous as the Realm of Men is now. You'd always harbored the secret thought, hope, that the stories were true, and here was a person who claimed to hail from that very place. This, and the expression on Liliana's face, caused you to hesitate. Her expression was that of someone hurt , and a genuine expression at that.\n\nYou held the laughter off, and waited for everyone else to do the same. They eventually quieted down, but only after tears started streaming down Liliana's face. Silence took the place of laughter, and all joy was replaced with the sad sound of sobbing.\n\nThe old hag had the decency to attempt to comfort her by giving her a hug, but Liliana jerked away. Apparently she didn't like the idea of hugging the old hag. Especially since she'd promised no ridicule would come, but then turned around and gloried in it herself.\n\n\"It's true!\" Liliana yelled after she managed to control her sobbing. \"I'm not a liar! And, and ,and...\" She starts crying again, but instead of staying in the classroom for everyone to see, she ran through the door and out of the classroom.\n\nThe silence continued for a moment longer, before you made your first life changing decision. You got up from your designated chair and followed after Liliana.\n\nYou were no expert at dealing with girls. Let alone crying ones, and you weren't the most..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "...charismatic..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 366 of the Second Era\n\n...charismatic of people, but you were smart enough to know that, when crying, a girl needs a comforting shoulder. Not a questioning voice.\n\nYou follow the sound of sobbing through the worn wooden hallways of the school, and outside, until you find the source of the crying. Liliana sits on the steps to the main door of the school. Her well crafted dress is ruffled in places and her body constantly shifts under the pressure of her tears. Her hair comes down in waves around her head, effectively cutting off any view of her face.\n\nShe doesn't notice you there at first, but when the main door closes behind you she jumps and turns towards you. Tears and snot cover her face with her eyes both sad and angry at the same time, and for a moment you find yourself regretting coming here. That moment passes, and the impulse you followed earlier propels you toward her.\n\n\"Are you going to laugh at me again?\"\n\nHer voice reflects what she is feeling. Sadness, despair, anger, and, you think, a bit of hope color her voice. You decide to concentrate on her hopefulness.\n\n\"I didn't laugh.\"\n\n\"Everyone laughed. I saw.\"\n\nClearly she hadn't been paying attention to you when in the classroom. \"Not me.\"\n\nYou sit down on the same step as her, and she glares at you. Silence ensues, and you turn away and gaze out in front of you. You want to ask her about the Realm of the Lost, but the question dies in your throat. Wouldn't it be at least a little insensitive to ask her prying questions now?\n\nYour question is answered when you hear her start to sob again. This time it's less intense, but it's still crying all the same. Maybe it's the memory of her excited face when she was in front of the classroom, or maybe you just didn't like the sound of crying. Whatever the reason, you decide to wrap your arm around her shoulders in a half hug. Liliana turns to stone beneath your touch, and you think she'll pull away, but she doesn't. She stays still, but continues her crying. You feel absurdly awkward in this position, but she doesn't seem to mind. She even leans into your hug after a while.\n\nIn between holding her and listening to her crying, you find yourself staring at her wondering how in all the realms this girl was from the Lost Realm. You might be tainted by the knowledge of fairytales, but you were still aware that the Lost Realm was crawling with kobold and others of that ilk. It was a very dangerous place. At the end of the first era was when the Lost Realm was supposedly at the height of its power, but that ended when a dragon led a massive host of kobold and wyverns and sacked the entirety of the realm. Well, that's how the stories went. So how then, could a delicate being such as this come from such a dangerous place?\n\nThen a brilliant idea came over you. There was a story your mother once told you. One about the faerie, a race of beings native to the Lost Realm. When they were in the Lost Realm they were humanoid creatures of a similar height humans, but with pointed ears and a slender build. In the story, a faerie wandered over the border of the Realm of Men and the Realm of the Lost, (Before the border walls were constructed) but the faerie were tied to their own realm. Whenever they left, they became as humans. This particular faerie panicked when they realized they left their home for another realm, and immediately tried to go back, but every time he tried to re-enter his homeland, he would get lost, turned around. He could never find his way back. Once the faerie willingly left the Realm of the Lost, they weren't allowed back. He was left in the Realm of Men to fend for himself, but he desired that no their faerie would feel like he did. Alone, confused and afraid. So the faerie came up with a code. If he thought there was another faerie, he would ask them a simple question.\n\nYou ask that question now. \"Are you lost?\"\n\nLiliana immediately pulls from you and stares at you in disbelief. She suddenly wipes all of the tears from her face with her sleeve before asking you a question. \"Will you help me fit in here?\"\n\nKinda shocked that your plan worked you only nod in response.\n\nA hint of a smile breaches her face. \"What's your name?\"\n\nYou briefly wonder what you've gotten yourself into, but you answer regardless. \"My name is...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "End of Memory" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nYou pull yourself from the memory. That was happening way too often since Liliana was captured. And she was captured. There was no doubt in your mind about that. Captured by people who obviously knew what they were doing. Otherwise they wouldn't be able to make it through the forests of the Lost Realm without being captured, killed, or raped by horny kobold. That means there's a way to make it through that forest. You just have to find it.\n\nThat was the reason you spent your time here on the wall watching, waiting, planning your route through that kobold infested place. Of course you could just leave on your own and hope for the best, but th-\n\nYour thoughts are interrupted when the roar of some beast sounds throughout the air. You jerk your head immediately towards the sound. It came from somewhere over the tops of the trees, and still must've been miles out. Every guard on the wall peels their eyes to the forest, and it isn't long before one of your fellow guardsmen spots something.\n\n\"There! Above the forest!\" The guard sounds quite panicked.\n\nYou look where he indicated and spot several grey blots in the distance. They look like birds at first, but as they get closer you can tell they're much larger and have several more rows of teeth than a bird.\n\n\"Wyverns.\" The guard right beside you breathes out.\n\nYou turn back to look at the beasts. They're still a few miles out, but you can hear the beat of their leathery wings drawing closer every second. The guards in your platoon stand on the wall in stunned silence. Nothing happens here, ever. Why now of all times?\n\nYour lieutenant, an older fellow named Byron, calls everyone to order. \"This is what we're here for men! This is why...\"\n\nByron's voice fades into the depths of your mind. It is replaced by a different voice. One that's mocking, provoking. The memory of your first fight calls back to you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Remember" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 368 of the Second Era\n\n\"Are you listening bitch?\"\n\nA hand is shoved into your back and you're sent tumbling to the ground. Grass presses against your face, and you even feel some dirt in your mouth. That was fine. You didn't care very much. These guys could push you around all they wanted. They'd never be able to beat you as bad as your father did.\n\n\"Stop it, Daniel!\" Liliana's voice sounds from behind you. Apparently she didn't like Daniel pushing you.\n\nYou slowly pick yourself up and off of the ground as Daniel replies. \"What? You didn't like me pushing your bitch around?\" That remark is followed by some laughter.\n\n\"He hasn't done anything to you.\" Liliana replies readily. \"Leave and go hit your mom if you're looking for a bitch to hit. Don't touch him.\" There's a moment of silence before you hear a smack. That sound reverberates around the academy yard, and for a moment you think Liliana finally slapped the guy like she said she'd been wanting to do, but when you turn around you find it's the complete opposite. Liliana is on the grass now, clutching her face. You see tears start to come to her eyes, but she doesn't sob. Not anymore.\n\nYou've never been the most violent person. Your mother instilled that into you, so you let others push you around. You didn't give a damn either way, but when you see Liliana on the ground you don't hesitate.\n\nYou lunge forward and shove Daniel hard in the chest, and you do it hard enough to send him flying to the ground as well, but unlike you and Liliana he gets back up to his feet quickly. His reaction is also quick. He immediately rushes toward you and raises his fist back. You can tell a punch is coming.\n\nYou've grown in the past couple years, and are easily one of the tallest guys in class. Aside from Daniel, that is. You might not be taller than Daniel, but you'd bet your mother's corpse (Muse bless her soul) that you can take more hits than he can. That being said, you don't particularly fancy getting punched if you can avoid it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let him hit you" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 368 of the Second Era\n\nDespite what others think of him, Daniel is weak. And you're going to prove just that.\n\nHis punch comes directly into your right cheek. It has a hell of a lot of power. Certainly more than you anticipated, but you don't allow yourself to stumble. Your head snaps back as it hits, and there's a lot of pain, but you ignore it. Instead you revel in the shock displayed upon Daniel's face. He's thoroughly surprised, and you doubt someone has ever lasted past the first punch against him. Let alone be barely affected by it.\n\nYou look him dead in the eyes and smile just before returning his punch with one of your own. He doesn't get away in time, and is hammered by your punch. He stumbles backward, and you take a step forward and shove him to the ground once more. There's no time for him to react as you pounce on top of him and lay punch after punch into his face. His 'friends' don't rise to stop you, and the courtyard is silent save for the sound of your fist pounding his face.\n\nAfter several more punches you feel a hand on your shoulder. You nearly jerk away from it, but, despite your frenzied mind, you are able to recognize that it is a distinctly feminine hand. Liliana, you think and stop punching. Daniel doesn't stop his groaning as you rise to your feet to face her.\n\nThere's less baby fat on her face now than when you first saw her, and is beginning to be quite the knockout. Her eyes are still slightly red and the right side of her face is still red, but she isn't crying any more.\n\n\"Enough,\" she whispers to you.\n\nYou only nod in response. You start to walk away from the scene when you realize that you'd gathered quite the crowd. You think about saying something, but instead you reach for Liliana's hand and glare at everyone in the crowd. Your look says it all.\n\nYou leave the scene with Liliana in tow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You return from the memory" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nThe memory fades away, and Byron's voice returns. \"I need one person to light the signal light over by the watchtower. Everyone in division two stay here and support us with arrows. Everyone in division one follow me!\"\n\nThe wyverns are still racing to the wall, and a fight seems inevitable.\n\nByron leads the way as he and division one head down to the ground to support the rest of the group. Everyone else stays and prepares their bows.\n\nYou were assigned to division two upon your transfer here, and so your orders are abundantly clear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay with division two" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nThe signal fire will get lit by someone else, so you don't need to worry about that. After that your decision becomes even easier. You aren't a fool. Leaving the safety of the wall when it's under attack, and of your own volition at that, would be utter foolishness. You stay right where you are and string your bow with the rest of division two.\n\nThe distinctive sounds of the wyverns approaching doesn't change, but as you wait for them to draw near, you hear another set of noises. Several sets of hooves pound against the ground just beyond the edge of the forest, and before too long you see the culprits of the noise bursting through the edge of the wood. Five horses, mounted by at least one person apiece, ride from out of the forest. They ride at a very fast speed, and the horses themselves seem to be running more from fear rather than their rider's instructions. A few moments after they come out of the woods almost twenty giant lizards come out of the forest. The beasts are generally green, but many, if not, all, have blue or purple scales scattered across their hide. Three kobold ride atop each of the lizards.\n\nIf your division wasn't silent before, then they certainly are now. The math is easy. There are around sixty kobold, and that is discounting the wyverns and their riders still on their way. You briefly wonder what in the four realms this group of less than ten individuals did to anger this many kobold, but the thought is dashed from your mind as the kobold come into range.\n\nYou aren't the best shot out there, but you are far from the worst, and today is a good day for you. Nearly every one of your arrows finds its mark, and many an enemy dies at your hand. You continue this up until the very moment division one clashes with the kobold host. After that you slow down, and pick your shots. You don't want to accidentally hit a fellow guard after all.\n\nYou're so focused on the battle below you that you nearly miss it when the wyverns make their first approach. The beasts, although much larger than the giant lizards, only carry two kobold apiece. The wyverns themselves are a leathery grey color with razor sharp teeth, and hind legs that could tear guards apart. there are only five, but you have trouble thinking about how you and division two are supposed to bring down one of these monstrosities. Let alone five.\n\nThe fear in division two is palpable as you and your fellow guardsmen switch your attention from the kobold below to the wyverns above. Almost as if they could sense the fear in your comrades, three of the wyverns barrel past the battle below and head straight towards the portion of the wall your division is centered on.\n\nSpecifically, and unluckily so, one of the wyverns seem to be coming straight toward you. You find yourself in the midst of a decision that could cost you your life, and you only have a second to act." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge to the side" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nYou act on impulse and throw yourself to the side as the wyvern makes its pass, but you don't throw yourself nearly far enough away to avoid its claws. While it doesn't manage to grab you and fling you off the wall, its claws do manage to carve your stomach to pieces. If that wasn't enough, the sheer momentum of the beast flying at you at breakneck speed and hitting you is enough to send you flying off the wall.\n\nYour body can't even keep itself together as you plummet to your death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nThe signal fire will get lit by someone else, so you don't need to worry about that. After that your decision becomes even easier. You aren't a fool. Leaving the safety of the wall when it's under attack, and of your own volition at that, would be utter foolishness. You stay right where you are and string your bow with the rest of division two.\n\nThe distinctive sounds of the wyverns approaching doesn't change, but as you wait for them to draw near, you hear another set of noises. Several sets of hooves pound against the ground just beyond the edge of the forest, and before too long you see the culprits of the noise bursting through the edge of the wood. Five horses, mounted by at least one person apiece, ride from out of the forest. They ride at a very fast speed, and the horses themselves seem to be running more from fear rather than their rider's instructions. A few moments after they come out of the woods almost twenty giant lizards come out of the forest. The beasts are generally green, but many, if not, all, have blue or purple scales scattered across their hide. Three kobold ride atop each of the lizards.\n\nIf your division wasn't silent before, then they certainly are now. The math is easy. There are around sixty kobold, and that is discounting the wyverns and their riders still on their way. You briefly wonder what in the four realms this group of less than ten individuals did to anger this many kobold, but the thought is dashed from your mind as the kobold come into range.\n\nYou aren't the best shot out there, but you are far from the worst, and today is a good day for you. Nearly every one of your arrows finds its mark, and many an enemy dies at your hand. You continue this up until the very moment division one clashes with the kobold host. After that you slow down, and pick your shots. You don't want to accidentally hit a fellow guard after all.\n\nYou're so focused on the battle below you that you nearly miss it when the wyverns make their first approach. The beasts, although much larger than the giant lizards, only carry two kobold apiece. The wyverns themselves are a leathery grey color with razor sharp teeth, and hind legs that could tear guards apart. there are only five, but you have trouble thinking about how you and division two are supposed to bring down one of these monstrosities. Let alone five.\n\nThe fear in division two is palpable as you and your fellow guardsmen switch your attention from the kobold below to the wyverns above. Almost as if they could sense the fear in your comrades, three of the wyverns barrel past the battle below and head straight towards the portion of the wall your division is centered on.\n\nSpecifically, and unluckily so, one of the wyverns seem to be coming straight toward you. You find yourself in the midst of a decision that could cost you your life, and you only have a second to act." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You duck behind the ramparts" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nYou know you won't have enough time to get entirely out of the range of the wyvern's claws. It's better to duck and hope for the best than to definitely die.\n\nYou follow this thought and duck behind the ramparts. The wyvern makes its pass, and perhaps from sheer luck, you pass between its hind legs. Stones from the ramparts on either side of you crumble and fall away, but you remain fairly unscathed.\n\nYou thought you were going to die for sure, and, after finding out you managed to scrape by, you stand up in a fit of pure relief. You celebrate too early, however, for a kobold archer from the battle below takes the opportunity and releases an arrow at you. The arrow pierces through your jugular, and you bleed out in mere moments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nThe memory fades away, and Byron's voice returns. \"I need one person to light the signal light over by the watchtower. Everyone in division two stay here and support us with arrows. Everyone in division one follow me!\"\n\nThe wyverns are still racing to the wall, and a fight seems inevitable.\n\nByron leads the way as he and division one head down to the ground to support the rest of the group. Everyone else stays and prepares their bows.\n\nYou were assigned to division two upon your transfer here, and so your orders are abundantly clear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go light the signal fire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nWhen you first transferred here, Byron was telling you about all of the duties that you might have here as a wall guard. One of these duties, should the need arise, was to light the signal fire. Byron didn't expound upon the why, and said only that it was an important duty. You didn't find out until later that this was the signal fire for the Griffin Knights. The Griffin Knights, or at least the patrol of them that stood at the ready in case the walls were attacked.\n\nYou assume most guards forget this fact. Otherwise they'd simply be fools. Griffin knights were among the best warriors in all of the Realm of Men, and that was when they weren't atop their chosen steed. With their griffins these knights surpassed all other units in their usefulness in battle.\n\nThat was the way to win this battle. Not through grit, and a hell of a lot of grit. No, in order to win, to live to see Liliana again, the Griffin Knights needed to be here. The wyverns would tear apart everyone otherwise.\n\nYou run along the ramparts to the signal fire. It's quite the distance from where the battle is taking place, and you start to hear the sound of swords clashing and wyverns roaring as you make your way. Upon arriving, you find straw and oil ready to be used in case of an emergency. You waste no time in starting the fire. Before long you tend the fire to maximum intensity, or at least as intense as you can get it on such short notice.\n\nHaving finished your job, you gaze back in the direction of the battle. Five wyverns patrol the skies with each occasionally taking dives at the top of the wall where division two was stationed. You feel a pang of guilt that you should've stayed there to help, but you dismiss it. If the Griffin Knights come to support you in the battle, then your efforts will have been well worth it.\n\nThat being said, there isn't much of an excuse for you now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You return to the battle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nYou start a light jog to the wyvern infested ramparts, but you stop before you get there and string your bow. What is the point in throwing yourself into the middle of danger for nothing? Chances are that you would die a gruesome death for no reason other than your eagerness for battle. An inexperienced fool's death.\n\nWith your bow stringed and the wyverns attention away from you, you start taking shots at the beasts. You aim your first few shots at the wyverns themselves, but when they bounce harmlessly off of their scaly hides, you shift your focus. There are two kobold atop each of the five wyverns present, and while they are certainly dwarfed by the sheer size of the wyverns they are riding, you don't let that distract you. Each of the kobold atop the wyvern has a critical purpose. The one in the front is to steer and control the mount while the one in the back holds a bow in its hands. It's job is to fire at anyone attempting to kill the former type of kobold. Such as you.\n\nThe wyvern you'd been concentrating on turns its attention toward you, as does the kobold archer atop it, but it never gets a chance to loose its arrow at you. Instead your own arrow pierces its chest sending it tumbling from its mount and into the open air. Unfortunately, the other kobold still sits atop the wyvern, and after your display of accuracy, you've become a prime target. That wyvern and its rider come flying toward you, which is bad, but away from the battle, which is good. You take the last opportunity you'll get and loose one more arrow at the other kobold. Your aim is off on this, so your arrow only ends up bouncing off of the wyvern's body. You start to draw another arrow, but as you do, the wyvern takes on a burst of speed and is on you before you know it. Your life flashes before your eyes, and an image of Liliana's beautiful face plants itself at the forefront of your mind. You simply don't have enough time to react to the wyvern's speed, and you just close your eyes in acceptance.\n\nThen you feel a large claw grab your waist. Its touch is surprising gentle. Nothing of what you would expect of a wyvern, and you keep waiting for it to hurl you from its grip, but that doesn't happen. Hesitantly, you open your eyes to find yourself suspended in the air, and not in the grasp of a wyvern. Rather, you find yourself in the grip of a griffin. The relief you feel is instantaneous, but that is quickly replaced by terror. You quickly reach your hands and grip onto the cold claws of the griffin.\n\nYou take stock of the situation. Including the griffin carrying you, there are at least seven Griffin Knights combating the wyverns in the air. It's an amazing scene, and your breath catches. Griffins are much smaller than the wyverns, but this makes them significantly faster, so the wyverns seeme clumsy by comparison. The griffin knights themselves wear gleaming silver armor and cast a perfect picture of the word 'knight.' On the ground, the fight continues. The kobold outnumber division one, by nearly two to one, and that is discounting the giant lizards they brought with them to the battle. You start wondering why so many kobold came to mount an attack on the wall, but are soon distracted from that with what happens next.\n\nYou feel a sudden change in direction as the griffin carrying you heads back to the walls. You realize that it, and the rider, must want to drop you back off at the wall before returning to the melee. You are quite okay with this, but then a scene just below you unfolds in the span of a moment.\n\nA wyvern, with just the rider left to guide it, chases a griffin just below you. For that moment it seems the entire world slows down in order for you to see and understand what's happening. The wyvern is gaining, and it opens its mouth in anticipation for the coming chomp on the griffin's lower half. It isn't some beast's wild hope that it'll manage to bite the griffin either. No, you can very clearly see that this wyvern will be able to catch the griffin. Thus leading to both the griffin's and its rider's death.\n\nIn this same moment, an utterly absurd idea crosses your mind. The griffin holding you wasn't trying to keep you prisoner. It was merely keeping you from falling, and you think you could pry yourself open from its grip if you really tried. If you did, then you should land just as the wyvern's saddle passes beneath you. Your weight might even be enough to cause the wyvern to lose the edge its gained on the griffin. You left your bow back on the ramparts when the griffin saved you from the wyvern, but you do still have your standard short sword strapped to your waist. If you did go through with such a ridiculous plan, you could maybe even take out the rider and wyvern.\n\nMaybe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow that plan" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nThis won't be the first time you've done something crazy, though it is likely the one with the most at stake.\n\nYou pry yourself from the claws of the griffin and fall into the open air. Your plan..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fails!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Year 378 of the Second Era\n\nYour timing was horribly off. You jump much too early and find yourself face to face with the open mouth of a wyvern. It must think you're the griffin, for as soon as you even near its mouth it snaps its mouth shut on top of you. Your midsection is torn to pieces, and you die instantly.\n\nAt least you can die well knowing that you saved that Griffin Knight." } ]

[ "Serious", "War" ]

[ 201, 195, 200, 91, 26, 12, 3, 21 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\nsci-fi\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nSerious, War\n\nHumanity never changes...\nAdditional Notes:\nThere are links leading to various background information and your character's current thoughts throughout the story. In some cases these may provide greater insight since some mysterious things can occur in this story.\nThere are also several endings varying in degrees of good/bad/neutral outcomes. Technically there is one ultimate \"winning\" ending, but it isn't labeled as such.\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Paradise...\n\nThat must've been the Empire's idea of an ironic joke when they were assigning a name to this sweltering hell hole of a planet. The heat wouldn't be so bad if the planet wasn't also a jungle nightmare teaming with poisonous flora and dangerous fauna.\n\nThe \"primitive\" natives aren't exactly friendly either. Your team medic had to find that out the hard way. Oh sure sometimes you'll come across a tribe that's friendly, but most of the time the lizards see you as food. Soft, fleshy pink food that's invading their territory. Which means you usually end up having to torch an entire village.\n\nFuckin' waste of ammo.\n\nOf course if the planet and its inhabitants weren't enough, there's always the other major powers laying claim to the planet. The Krik Collective, the Mazatt Dominion, and the Elojin Alliance have all laid claims to plunder whatever riches this planet may have and that's why you're here: To make sure this planet is plundered by the Terran Empire instead.\n\nThe next Empire supply ship won't be here for a long time, let alone anymore troops. You're on your own. Ah the joys of being part of the Empire's expeditionary force.\n\nYou and your team have currently set up base in one of those \"friendly\" lizard villages.\n\nWell its a brand new day in Paradise, what's first on the agenda?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check on your team's activities" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well you guess you'd better check on your team. Not doing so would certainly look irresponsible of you, hardly becoming of an officer of the Empire.\n\nYou step out of your tent and peruse your team, who are all going about their duties as they should. They're a good team, sure sometimes they complain, but on this planet its very understandable.\n\nYour Indoctrinator is busily going about his usual brainwashing fanaticism as he tries to instill the values of the Empire to the reptilian natives that live in this village. Salo's ranting and raving like a mad man as he is apt to do when preaching. The Lizards look at him with a blank expression in a vain attempt to understand what the hell he's talking about, but you can tell they're getting agitated.\n\nMeanwhile your inept second in command Lieutenant LaFleur is pointlessly scolding some of the other team members for not setting up their tents by regulation standard. They look annoyed. You swear you think he's probably come closer to death by his own team members than by any enemy involvement you'd ever engaged in.\n\nWell you should probably intervene somewhere before someone gets killed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You approach your Indoctrinator" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That overzealous fool is going to turn the entire village against you, and that's the last thing you need right now. You stop Salo before the Lizards make dinner out of him.\n\n\"What are you doing?! It's my job to teach these savages the ways of the Empire, and bring them into the fold, even if they aren't worthy enough to serve HIM.\"\n\"Well you're not gonna do that by antagonizing the poor scaly bastards! Just leave them alone, its not like we're leaving anytime soon, and we'll have a lot easier time of it, if we aren't fighting every last lizard on this fuckin' planet!\"\n\"If they don't accept the ways of the Empire, then they deserve to be purged by it!\" Salo says predictably.\n\"Yeah, well if you haven't noticed we're a LONG way from the Empire, new supplies won't be here for months and I'd like to currently supply of ammo to last until then. That won't happen if we're blowing away every lizard we come across. Its easier to just work with them when they aren't actively hostile.\"\n\nSalo looks unconvinced and disturbed by your words.\n\"As an Indoctrinator of the Empire it's also up to me to make sure its servants are not falling astray to alien influences! And you my dear Captain have been displaying suspect behavior as of late! I hope for your sake you haven't forgotten the values of the Empire!\"\nSalo warns and storms off to his tent.\n\nAs the Lizards disperse and go back to their simple village life, you also return to your tent, shaking your head, and thinking about what a short sighted, narrow minded idiot Salo is. You go back to studying the maps of the territory you've explored so far and pondering where you should go next, soon one of your men comes in to tell you that the Sergeant has come back from a recon mission and she looks like she's faced some hostiles. He also tells you they've captured an interesting prisoner, an Elojin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him to send the Sergeant in to report" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Delegating any responsibility to LaFleur is never a good idea, you tell him to send in Sergeant Alyssa. Sergeant Alyssa walks in and reports to you in her usual no nonsense manner; you've always admired her race's stoic nature.\n\n\"Captain, we discovered a Mazatt encampment, we killed all twenty of them with only two casualties. There was no useful information to be found, all their data was no different than ours. The only thing of interest was the prisoner they were holding.\"\n\"Ah the one that is now ours. The Elojin.\" You reply\n\"He kept saying he had some important information. I wasn't sure if we should kill him or you'd want to question him first. If it's the former I'd be glad to do it, his constant chattering was…annoying.\"\n\nAlyssa's people aren't known for their small talk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You question the Elojin" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Send him in, you can kill him afterwards if he proves to be useless.\"\n\nAlyssa nods and brings the Elojin in roughly.\n\n\"Ow! Watch it you, blue Empire whore!\" he says which is followed by a kick to his back by Alyssa before she leaves. The Elojin brushes himself off and stands up.\n\"I swear you humans will allow any primitive race into your club nowadays. What planet did you pick that one up from?\n\"You had something important to tell me?\" you ask, but the Elojin completely ignores you.\n\"Mind you, she is a pretty primitive; her pointy ears almost make me want to laugh though.\"\n\"I suggest you stop talking about my Sergeant and start talking about what you know.\"\nHe still doesn't listen.\n\"You know I've always been impressed by you humans. I've read a lot about your species. We have more in common than you might think. Why if it wasn't for your lack of spots and disgusting hairy body, we could be brothers!\"\n\nYour patience has run out, you grab him by his scrawny throat.\n\n\"Look you hairless spotty freak, you better start talking before I let my Sergeant blast a big hole in you and that's AFTER I turn you over to my Indoctrinator who'll be only to happy to get his hands on the likes of you.\"\n\nWell that got his attention, and apparently he does know something of humans because, Indoctrinator widened his eyes a bit. He keeps his cool though.\n\n\"See now you humans know how to instill fear. Not like those idiot Mazatts that were trying to get information from me. I don't know how those brainless brutes even mastered the wheel, let alone achieve space travel. Anyway, there's an old Xont building on this planet.\"\nNow your eyes widen.\n\"WHAT?! Impossible! The Xont are a myth! The only knowledge that ANYONE has of them is from stories, there's never been any hard evidence of this race found by any of the major or minor powers and that's from centuries of searching.\"\n\"Well perhaps we weren't looking hard enough. The galaxy is a big place you know.\" the Elojin sniffs.\n\"Don't bother asking me where it's at though, I won't tell you where it's at, no matter what you do. However I'd be willing to SHOW you, if you'd consider this a joint venture between our two governments. Just think this could bring about a new age of cooperation between our two species!\"\n\nTranslation: \"I'm going to use you for my own gain, until I can find a way to fuck you over.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You humour him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll forgive me if I don't share your optimistic vision of utopia, even if I was inclined to believe that you were being serious. However, seeing as we haven't found anything else of importance on this forsaken planet, I'm willing to entertain this idea, but you're going to have to patch some holes up in your story before I even consider letting you live.\"\n\"What holes?\"\n\"Well let's start with the whole building idea. If you found this Xont building, why didn't you and your team make off with the stuff already? And don't tell me that you were ambushed by the Mazatt because if you had been, they would've taken your findings, OR if the technology was as powerful as everyone claims, you would've been able to destroy them with it. Sounds like typical Elojin shit to me…\"\n\"Ha ha ha! Who said I had a team? You see, unlike the rest of you galaxy conquerors we Elojin don't feel the need to send an army to scout a planet, when one or two of us can accomplish the same thing when deployed in strategic areas.\"\n\"Hmm, so there are more of you here.\"\n\"Perhaps. It wouldn't matter though since we're deployed in completely separate parts of a planet, even if we were all together, we wouldn't be able to stand up to a force the size of yours.\"\n\"That brings me to the next question, if you found this building already, how come you just didn't stay there? What the hell do you need us for?\" you ask.\n\"Excellent question. Well there are some rather nasty things lurking in there. Much too powerful for me, but I'm sure you'd have no problem dealing with them. I didn't get too far without them chasing me out. I even tried recruiting a nearby tribe of those silly little reptile creatures to use as cannon fodder, but they refused to go in. From what I can gather they consider the place to be haunted and seem to hold the place in awe and fear. I suppose I should've known better to ask the Mazatt for help when I discovered their encampment, but I figured they'd at least listen to reason. Things seem to work out though; your blue concubine came in with full guns blazing and brought me back here.\"\n\"Okay last question, what proof do you have that it's a Xont structure, and not just ruins of some other alien species.\"\n\"This!\" The Elojin quickly pulls out some weird coins out of his pocket and puts them on the table.\n\"The Mazatt never even took these from me. Idiots. These are genuine Xont coins though! The metal is like nothing I've ever seen on this anywhere else, let alone this planet. It's obviously not from here. The writing on it looks similar to what many stories have described. And this symbol. Tentacles wrapped around a planet. This is supposed to be what the Xont emblem was.\"\n\"Yeah, yeah, a writhing mass of tentacles. I've heard that description too. Several of them. Proves nothing.\"\n\"But this is the closest anyone's come to finding something directly relating to the stories! One of the more common stories I might add! Look we Elojin have done the most research in this than anyone, and I'm convinced what I've seen IS a Xont building!\"\n\nWell it might all be a lie, but he certainly looks convinced, and you have to admit you are a bit curious now. You're just not sure you want or need him to be with you, when you get to the building." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You agree to a partnership but ask what's in it for him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright, you've got a deal for now, but what's in it for you?\"\n\"Well the technology of course.\"\n\"Ha ha! You can't be serious! Assuming all this bullshit is real, and we get through all this alive, what makes you think we'd give anything that might benefit you?\"\n\"But we have a partnership. You agreed.\"\n\"I agreed to not kill you, in exchange for you to play guide, we might even let you go afterwards.\"\n\"I hardly see you taking advantage of me as an equal partnership.\"\n\"Well you see correct then. Think of it this way, you owe us for saving your life from the Mazatt, and this is your payment.\"\nThe Elojin, looks at you for awhile in silence before speaking again.\n\"Very well, it would appear that I have no choice, but surely since I found this place and leading you there, I should get something out of it.\"\n\"Well you got those coins. I wouldn't call that nothing, oh wait, they're mine now. Tell ya what; if we find super advanced cooking utensils we'll let you have those. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go convince my team that we're going to be look for a mythical building with only an Elojin to guide us. You will be under guard at all times and any attempt to escape will be frowned upon with excessive force. Understand me?\"\n\"Of course.\" The Elojin says obediently. You can't help but to think he's going to try to betray you at some point, and in this case he'd have good reason to do so, but you'll have to worry about that later.\n\nYou and the Elojin exit your quarters and you address your team. Alyssa verbally tells the more unruly ones to shut up.\n\n\"Alright team, we're finally going to do something worthwhile on this planet, we're going on a treasure hunt of sorts, guided by this spotty freak here. He's claiming there's a Xont structure here, yes the Xont, I'm sure you've all heard the legends over and over, and while it might just be Elojin bullshit, we don't have anything better to do, so we might as we check it out. And if he's lying we'll make sure he's the first one to die if he's trying to lead us into a trap.\"\n\nMost of the team looks a bit hesitant. Alyssa is stoic as always, but you can tell she's not entirely happy about this idea. They'll follow you though. A few of the lizards heard the word \"Xont\" and went running back into their huts, seems they aren't the only ones you scared, since LeFleur looks down right petrified. Finally you get the predictable reaction from Salo.\n\n\"WHAT!?!! Captain I've held my tongue for too long about your liberal views on aliens, but now I must speak! You are treading the dangerous road of heresy by consorting with Elojin trash! Their types are nothing but liars and deceivers and you would allow one to guide us to who knows where? He has twisted your mind, and I won't let this blasphemy continue!\"\n\nIndoctrinator Salo pulls his weapon out and aims it at the Elojin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reason with Salo" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step in front of Salo's weapon, he just barely keeps from firing, and he still may do so. The rest of the team seems to be unsure of what to do, except for Alyssa who pulls her weapon out and aims it at Salo. The only one who's calm is the Elojin, who seems to be getting a kick out of this.\n\n\"Get out of the way Captain, I've got to kill him, he'll lead us all to death with his lies!\"\n\"Easy there Salo. Look I don't trust the sonofabitch either, but if we got a chance at finding this Xont building…\"\n\"LIES! And so what if it is true? The Xont were an alien race that raped countless worlds, and fell due to their decadence! What use has the Terran Empire have for the ruins of an utterly evil civilization?\"\n\nWhile Salo is strong in his convictions about hating to work with aliens, you know he also can't pass up the opportunity to kill more of them. You decide to appeal to that side of him.\n\n\"Well think about the technology could be used to help humanity fight its enemies. The Xont as you say subjugated many worlds, and they did it with minimal effort. Perhaps we'll find something that could destroy those who would oppose us instantly. The Order might promote you for our finds and use it for the good of the Empire. We could possibly bring in a new Golden Age of Humanity!\"\n\nSalo's eyes start to glaze over as he takes your words into consideration, he then lowers his weapon. You then whisper to him.\n\"We can always kill the Elojin when he isn't useful anymore.\"\nSalo seems to REALLY like that idea, and agrees to your plan. He still has to get the last word in though.\n\"Very well, we'll do things your way, you are my Captain and I will follow you, but if I see this expedition not following the best interests of the Empire I WILL step in.\"\n\nSalo goes and prepares himself for the journey ahead and Alyssa tells everyone else to do the same, since LeFleur apparently went and hid in a tent while this \"showdown\" happened.\n\nSoon the team is all packed and ready to go; the Lizards seem to be happy to see you to leave, especially with the mention of the Xont. You wonder if you shouldn't try to get more information from them before you leave, their fear would indicate they know something of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get information" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start to question the Lizards but won't say anything, they just give you a cold reptilian stare, start to get agitated and begin hissing at you.\n\"Ssssak Sakkeekeessss!\"\nYou begin to get angry. How dare these lower life forms withhold information from you!\n\nAs your voice raises, the Lizard you're questioning says something in his native tongue \"Sliiisssthelisk!\" and swipes his claw across your face. You immediately shoot him. This results in further carnage.\n\nThe battle is quick and bloody, you round up the demoralized survivors and question them further, but most of them don't know anything and just repeat some prayer to their gods in their language. Salo is eager to kill them, but you decide they will be useful to carry your excess belongings. You begin to use them as \"pack animals\" and head off.\n\nThe Elojin begins to lead your team deep further into the jungle, keeping up his usual chatty demeanor.\n\n\"Oh yes, it's this way, now we may run into more of those reptiles, but I'm sure you'll have no trouble handling them, like you handled these fellows here.\"\n\"Quiet Elojin! Your constant prattle is annoying and serves no purpose!\" Alyssa snaps.\n\"One could say the same about your presence here. At least I'm serving a useful purpose, of leading you to what could be the find of the millennium, you on the other hand are just an expendable soldier of an Empire slave race. Any fool that knows how to use a weapon could replace you.\" The Elojin retorts.\nAlyssa smashes the Elojin in the back of the head with her weapon; he falls to the ground in pain. You immediately intervene.\n\n\"Sergeant! What the hell do you think you're doing?! He has to lead us to the Xont city!\"\n\"His words dishonored me! I will not put up with his disrespect!\"\n\"You WILL follow my orders sergeant! Don't do that again!\"\n\"Yes sir!\" Alyssa says and falls in line, but she stays as far as way possible from the Elojin. That blue bitch better remember whose boss around here if she knows what's good for her.\n\n\"I guess my thanks goes to you again Captain. This is the second time you've personally saved me from your overzealous team. I admire your domination over them.\"\n\"Shut up Elojin and do your fucking job! Speak disrespectfully like that again to any of my team and I'm sure Salo can find a way to cause you great discomfort without hampering you from your appointed task.\"\n\nThe Elojin looks genuinely worried for the first time, and shuts up. He leads on with less talk, until you get to another Lizard village.\n\n\"Now this is the Lizard village I tried to recruit to help me, the first time I found the structure. The Xont building isn't far now, but we'll get to it quicker if we go through the village.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You destroy the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For some reason you've steadily been over come with the idea human of superiority. In fact, you've been thinking a lot like Indoctrinator Salo and at this point your transformation is pretty much complete. You don't even think about going into the village peacefully anymore, you fully intend to destroy it and enslave the survivors, just like you did last time. Humanity is destined to rule.\n\n\"No prisoners.\" You tell your team and charge into battle, it isn't as easy as you thought though.\nThe Lizards somehow knew you were coming and they ambushed you and your team. Several of them fall into pits with either sharpened spikes or poisonous creatures at the bottom. While you're temporarily caught off guard, you and Salo's fanaticism rally your remaining troops to fight on shouting how the Lizards are no match for humanity.\n\nIt works for the most part, the team begins to become inspired, except for two, Alyssa who didn't need any encouragement to fight harder, but is showing signs of unhappiness at your new outlook on life. Tough. The other being LeFleur who finally broke down and ran.\n\n\"TRAITOR!!!\" Salo shouts and shoots LeFleur in the back like the coward he was.\n\nAfter the battle you have significantly less people with you. The entire Lizard village has been wiped out; the Lizards that were enslaved either ran off or were killed in the ensuing mayhem. Strangely the Elojin is still around. You half expected him to try to escape. He looks at the carnage that you wrought upon the village, and looks over at Salo, who's busily pulling teeth from the dead Lizards to make some sort of necklace no doubt.\n\n\"Well if you're done playing with your scaly friends, the Xont building awaits.\"\n\nThe Elojin takes you and your remaining team a short distance, and there it is in all its glory. Its like nothing you've ever seen before, this is definitely Xont. You can feel it in your heart and the technology within shall be the Empire's. You briefly daydream about finally being able to live out your original purpose of joining the Empire in the first place: To bring glory in HIS name. With this find, you'll be able to do just that. Unfortunately that annoying Elojin begins talking again.\n\n\"Well we're here, now remember there's some dangerous things lurking in there, I can tell you where I ran into them, and some of the interesting rooms I found that you should explore before I got chased out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill the Elojin" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're services are no longer required Elojin trash.\" You say and shoot him.\nHe falls to the ground clutching his chest, and laughs before dying.\n\"Hahahaha, I knew this was coming. It's what I would've done. You haven't won though human, you'll see.\"\nObviously he thinks you won't be able to handle whatever is in there. Of course maybe one puny Elojin couldn't, but humanity is made of stronger stuff. You and your team enter the building ready for anything.\n\nAt least you thought you were. Once again your increased arrogance, has lead you to overestimate the worth of humanity, and underestimate your enemies. You don't get far before you encounter the \"things\" that the Elojin was talking about. The Elojin wasn't kidding when he said there were \"things\" in here. There are simply no other ways to describe the abominations you face. Writhing mass of tentacles comes to mind again though. The creatures are large, utterly mindless and brutally start tearing your team apart with ease, gobbling bloody limbs in one gulp. No amount of ranting and raving rallies the troops on this one. Soon, you, Salo, and Alyssa are the only ones left. Salo seems oblivious to the fact that this fight is hopeless, and continues to fight on, still screaming his usual doctrine. Alyssa fights on as well, but more out of a sense of self preservation rather than fanaticism.\n\nWithin the chaos, you see an opening that could allow you to escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fight on" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stubborn to the last, you continue to fight the abominations, having an interesting last conversation with Salo as you reload what is surely your last clip.\n\n\"Salo they're going to remember this day of what we've done! Our sacrifice won't be in vain! The Empire will find this and use the power within to destroy its enemies!\"\n\"Yes! And our bones will be found, and we'll be remembered as the ones who paved the way and our names will live on forever!\" Salo, replies.\n\nThis last bit of wishful thinking of \"immortality\" after your death at least makes you feel better before you feel a tentacle plunge through your stomach and another wrap around your head, popping it off like a dandelion.\n\nFortunately you weren't alive to see what happened afterwards…\n\nFirst off your bones wouldn't have been found, the abominations ate everything. So your \"sacrifice\" wouldn't have been known by the Empire at all, even if they had found the Xont structure, which they didn't.\n\nThanks to you, wiping out the nearby Lizard village as well as killing some of abominations in the structure (and severely wounding several of them) you made things a lot easier for the small Elojin team that had been lurking nearby. After it's pretty clear that your team was destroyed, they took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, mopping up the now weakened abominations inside and thoroughly looting the place.\n\nIn typical Elojin fashion, they end up using the technology to keep everyone fighting each other and maintain the \"status quo\" except with them in an even better position than before, so they aren't attacked as often. Effectively becoming the \"puppet masters\" of the galaxy.\n\nThe Elojin was right, you didn't win." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're services are no longer required Elojin trash.\" You say and shoot him.\nHe falls to the ground clutching his chest, and laughs before dying.\n\"Hahahaha, I knew this was coming. It's what I would've done. You haven't won though human, you'll see.\"\nObviously he thinks you won't be able to handle whatever is in there. Of course maybe one puny Elojin couldn't, but humanity is made of stronger stuff. You and your team enter the building ready for anything.\n\nAt least you thought you were. Once again your increased arrogance, has lead you to overestimate the worth of humanity, and underestimate your enemies. You don't get far before you encounter the \"things\" that the Elojin was talking about. The Elojin wasn't kidding when he said there were \"things\" in here. There are simply no other ways to describe the abominations you face. Writhing mass of tentacles comes to mind again though. The creatures are large, utterly mindless and brutally start tearing your team apart with ease, gobbling bloody limbs in one gulp. No amount of ranting and raving rallies the troops on this one. Soon, you, Salo, and Alyssa are the only ones left. Salo seems oblivious to the fact that this fight is hopeless, and continues to fight on, still screaming his usual doctrine. Alyssa fights on as well, but more out of a sense of self preservation rather than fanaticism.\n\nWithin the chaos, you see an opening that could allow you to escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Run" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a brief moment of clarity and sanity you realize you've been making a horrible mistake. You need to get away from this place as soon as possible. You beat a hasty retreat telling Alyssa and Salo to do like wise. Alyssa follows, but Salo looks betrayed and yells at you, followed by a scream as the abominations make quick work of him.\n\nUnfortunately your escape is short lived as when you get out of the structure, you're ambushed by a small Elojin team who were lurking outside. A pulse blast hits your chest, and you fall immediately to the ground. Alyssa, who was following close behind, sees you fall and comes out with guns blazing making quick work of the Elojin bushwhackers.\n\nAlyssa attempts to help you, but it's too late. Before you die, you smile and tell her that you're sorry, she doesn't show it, but you can tell she forgives you. She didn't like how you transformed though. The legacy of the Xont didn't help you at all, the mere thought consumed you and Alyssa sees that only bad can come if anyone gets a hold of whatever may lay inside.\n\nBeing the survivor she is, Alyssa makes her way back to the Lizard village that you so recently turned into a graveyard, and spends the rest of her stay there. She makes short distanced explorations to break up the monotony, but never ventures back to the Xont structure. When the Empire supply ship comes she is taken back and reports that the planet has diseases that wreak havoc on the humans, thus the reason why she's the only survivor and there's nothing of value on the planet. She continues with her lie that the Elojin were trying to use it as a base, she then suggests that the planet be bombarded with mass drivers so at least they can't use it. The Empire hardly ever needs a reason to bombard a planet, and so it is done, and the Xont structure is unknowingly destroyed and its secrets along with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For some reason you've steadily been over come with the idea human of superiority. In fact, you've been thinking a lot like Indoctrinator Salo and at this point your transformation is pretty much complete. You don't even think about going into the village peacefully anymore, you fully intend to destroy it and enslave the survivors, just like you did last time. Humanity is destined to rule.\n\n\"No prisoners.\" You tell your team and charge into battle, it isn't as easy as you thought though.\nThe Lizards somehow knew you were coming and they ambushed you and your team. Several of them fall into pits with either sharpened spikes or poisonous creatures at the bottom. While you're temporarily caught off guard, you and Salo's fanaticism rally your remaining troops to fight on shouting how the Lizards are no match for humanity.\n\nIt works for the most part, the team begins to become inspired, except for two, Alyssa who didn't need any encouragement to fight harder, but is showing signs of unhappiness at your new outlook on life. Tough. The other being LeFleur who finally broke down and ran.\n\n\"TRAITOR!!!\" Salo shouts and shoots LeFleur in the back like the coward he was.\n\nAfter the battle you have significantly less people with you. The entire Lizard village has been wiped out; the Lizards that were enslaved either ran off or were killed in the ensuing mayhem. Strangely the Elojin is still around. You half expected him to try to escape. He looks at the carnage that you wrought upon the village, and looks over at Salo, who's busily pulling teeth from the dead Lizards to make some sort of necklace no doubt.\n\n\"Well if you're done playing with your scaly friends, the Xont building awaits.\"\n\nThe Elojin takes you and your remaining team a short distance, and there it is in all its glory. Its like nothing you've ever seen before, this is definitely Xont. You can feel it in your heart and the technology within shall be the Empire's. You briefly daydream about finally being able to live out your original purpose of joining the Empire in the first place: To bring glory in HIS name. With this find, you'll be able to do just that. Unfortunately that annoying Elojin begins talking again.\n\n\"Well we're here, now remember there's some dangerous things lurking in there, I can tell you where I ran into them, and some of the interesting rooms I found that you should explore before I got chased out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep him around" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite Salo's insistence, you make the decision that you shouldn't kill the Elojin just yet. The Elojin looks at you in silence almost expecting to get shot, but quickly becomes talkative again when he realizes his life is going to be spared a few moments longer.\n\n\"Okay be ABSOLUTELY quiet, those things are still in there, if you have to fight them let's at least get into one of the rooms where you can shoot at them with less danger, a lot of them have narrow doorways for some reason.\"\n\"Hold on there spot boy, what exactly are these things?\" you ask\n\"I don't know, but they're large, vicious, and mindless and have a lot of tentacles.\"\n\"Could they be Xont?\"\n\"I doubt that, they're far too animalistic. Maybe they're some sort of genetic Xont experiment, who know? Let's just not run into them!\"\n\nWith the Elojin in the lead you and your team follow as quietly as possible, soon the Elojin leads you to a room with a lot of strange looking computers. They have a look of being incredibly archaic yet very advanced. Buttons with bizarre symbols are all over the machines\n\n\"Now I think this is a control room of some sort, I was meaning to come back here to study it more, but I was trying to map out the place first.\"\n\"So what the hell do these things do?\"\n\"You humans have those huge audio organs hanging from your heads, yet you seem to be unable to hear. I just said, I didn't study the room, I was meaning to come back to it!\"\n\"Enough of this Elojin's insults! We have no further use for him!\" Salo yells at the top of his lungs.\n\n\"Look you can certainly kill me if you want, but I am somewhat familiar with Xont legends and such. I probably could figure out what all this exactly does, if you let me. You start pushing buttons at random and you could be asking for trouble.\"\n\nThe Elojin is obviously attempting to prolong his miserable life a little longer, despite the fact that he knows the inevitable is coming soon. Of course he also could be trying to set you up some how. He looks at you expectantly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Have the Elojin killed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sense the treachery that lurks within this alien. He's setting you up; well his silver tongue has only gotten him so far.\n\n\"We humans have been learning things through trial and error for centuries, no reason to change now. Salo, shoot this spotty freak!\" you say.\n\"Wa…\" the Elojin doesn't even finish before Salo melts half of his head with his plasma pistol. The Elojin slumps to the floor lifelessly.\n\n\"Okay, now does anyone here know about Xont legends or read about any of that shit?\" you ask your team. A relatively young trooper steps forward. It's Private Dobbs.\n\n\"Um, I read a few things when I was a kid, but I don't know anything about this sir.\"\n\"Well can't you remember anything? Like what these symbols mean?\"\n\"I suppose I could guess.\"\n\"Dammit soldier, I can fucking guess! I'm asking you can you do better than guess?!\"\n\nBefore he can answer it appears that one of the inhabitants has finally tracked you down, and its as horrible looking as the Elojin described it. Tentacles, teeth, large and hungry.\nIt makes an ear piecing roar and attempts to enter the room, but is unable to get through, that doesn't stop it attempting to lash at your team with its tentacles, who immediately open fire on it.\n\nWell you could help and let Dobbs study the computer, or you could just do it yourself and order Dobbs to help fight the abomination instead." } ]

[ "Based Off A True Story", "Female Protagonist" ]

[ 997, 699, 960, 727, 271, 117, 60, 92 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: love & dating Themes: Based Off A True Story, Female Protagonist Details: You play as my girlfriend (Katrina T) and find out what it's like to be proposed to by your boyfriend of five years. This is actually a true story and really happened. Don't worry, there's no way to lose and all paths lead to the same place. But it's a fun story no less.\nEr, hey Dan Videc, you're in my game! Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On Saturday, December 17th, 2005, I proposed to Katrina, my girlfriend of five years.\n\nThis storygame is based off of my actual proposal to Katrina. I've tried to keep thisas close to how it happened / was planned as possible. Since this is a choose-your-story, you will probably have a slightly different experience, but all paths will lead to the same place, since it was planned that way.\n\nYou will be reading this story from the perspective of Katrina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "OK, you've got it!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's Thursday night, a little after 9:00PM, and you just returned home from a twelve-hour workday. But it's all good -- this is the start of a long weekend -- your Birthday weekend -- and you've got five days before you have to return to the daily grind.\n\nYou see that Alex's friends are over, feasting on Chinese food, and have ordered your favorite dish: General Tso's Chicken. You chow down while they finish up judging some $100 make-a-game contest for their website. They wrap things up after an hour or so, leaving just you, Alex, and a quiet house.\n\nYou're a bit tired, but are a bit anxious about tomorrow. It's your birthday, and you're dying to know what Alex got for you. He's been talking about it for a few weeks and seems to have been having some shady dealings with some strange people. You have a good idea of what it is (an artifact of some sort) but really want to know what it is ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Alex, can you give me my gift tonite?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ask Alex if he can give you the gift tonite, but he denies, insisting it will have to wait." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Pleeeaaassee ... I'm sooo curious ....\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You beg and plead, but Alex still insists that you wait tomorrow. Phooey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh well, off to bed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After such a long work day, it's great to finally get to bed. You fall asleep without any problems and sleep in for a long time. A verrrry long time. A verrrrrryyyyy looooong time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Twelve Noon" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up and do the morning thing, rushing a bit because you're just dying to know what Alex got for you for your birthday. Alex tells you to sit down at the kitchen table and close your eyes. He runs off and retreives your gift, placing it down right in front of you.\n\n\"Happy Birthday, Katrina\" he says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open Your Eyes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open your eyes and see a medium-sized Shabti statuette enclosed in a glass case. The artifact is 7.5\" long and is in pristine, museum-quality condition. Compared to the small (1cm) sized bead from last year's gift, this thing is huge -- and in great condition. How could Alex have gotten this?\n\nYou also see a piece of paper under the case ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What's The Paper Say?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wow, it's the accompanying Certificate of Authenticity. It says that the piece is an Anubis Shabti and is from the Twelfth Dynasty (Approx 1908 BCE). It was discovered by Miriam Lichtum in 1967. That's pretty neat!\n\nYou absolutely love the gift. Being a huge fan of Egyptian things -- especially artifacts -- this is more than you could ever want for your birthday! You are a bit curious how Alex was able to obtain such a nice piece, though ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask Alex how he got this" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex explains ...\n\nStrange thing, really. I called the Cleveland Museum of Art to see if they knew a reputable artifact dealer and they refered me to the Egyptian Antiquities Society in Chicago. I gave them a call and they kinda laughed at me, saying they really only work in the tens-of-thousands of dollars.\n\nA few weeks later, this one guy from the Society, Dr. Evans, called me back and said that he found something that would fit my profile perfectly. Since these artifacts cannot be shipped, he brought it to Cleveland from Chicago." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Interesting ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of your Birthday isn't too eventful. You do the normal birthday stuff: go to your family's house for cake, go out to dinner, and relaxed for the rest of the night.\n\nThroughout the day, you can't stop thinking of how cool the artifact is. It does seem a bit creepy -- after all, this was buried with some guy almost four thousand years ago. But it is so neat to own such an amazing piece of history." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Next Day ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of the weekend was fun and relaxing, but nothing to write an adventure game about. You did find a few hours of free time while Alex was busy at work. During those few hours, you ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... Watched some television" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's amazing how much time flies while you're watching TV. It's not like you really find anything new, but it's always entertaining. Before you know it, it's Sunday night, and time for bed.\n\nAs you and Alex get ready for bed, Alex complains that two of the fish died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Monday" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Monday was a pretty relaxing day: sleeping in, shopping, and just hanging out. Nothing notable happened, although as you get ready for bed, Alex mentioned that some more fish died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On to Tuesday ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another day of rest and relaxaction. Might as well, it's been a long year -- you've been going to classes at night after work for the past five years, so it feels really great to finally have a break and nothing to worry about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Off to work tomorrow ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yicch -- nothing like going back to work after a small vacation. But it's all good, it's a short week and was a normal day. No staying late required. Woo!\n\nAfter work, you and Alex stop and do a little bit of shopping. You arrive home and notice that the cat must have completely gone insane. All of the statues and trinkets on the shelf that the the Artifact sat on were knocked over. Some books and magazines were on the floor, fallen from another shelf. It's almost as if a small earthquake happened.\n\nYou're not quite sure how she could have possibly gotten up on the shelf to knock all those artifacts and trinkets over. It also is a little weird that the door on the glass case was open. Oh well, those are cats for ya." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On to Thursday ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another uneventful day at work. After getting home and eating dinner and watching TV, you get ready for bed. You fall asleep and are a ...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... Light sleeper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you're sound asleep, you are jarred awake by a loud noise ....\n\nAlex awakes too, and you are both completely dazed. You look across the room and see that the door is closed. it must have slammed shut. This wasn't the first time you've been awoken in the night by a slammed-shut door. In the summer, when all the windows are open, a bit of wind will cause the doors to slam shut.\n\nBut of course, it is the middle of the winter, and no windows are open ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's weird ... Back to sleep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally it's Friday! After a long day of work, you decide to just stay home and watch a movie tonight. You have a big day tomorrow: shopping with your friend and a girls-night-out for your Sister's birthday. Plus, Alex has to go to work early tomorrow morning; he's been complaining about that for weeks.\n\n You end up watching Sahara, an action movie about Treasure Hunters and Africa. It was a pretty fun movie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Off to bed ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The alarm goes of bright and early at 7:00AM and Alex jumps out of bed, rushing to get to work. He was supposed to be there at 7:00 .... whoops!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to sleep ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After falling back to sleep, you're rudely awaken by the telephone ...\n\nWho on earth could be calling at 8:30 in the morning on a saturday? Probably a telemarketer ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pick up the phone" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's Alex.\n\nSorry to wake you hun, but Dan* just called. His harddrive crashed last night and needs another one for his MP3s so he can do his DJ gig. It's in Akron tonite, so he needs to stop by and pick it up around 10:30AM or so.\n\nYou're not too happy about this. You actually sayed up till about 3:00 AM watching another movie, so you need some serious sleep!\n\n* or, as some know him, march5th00" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No way, you're too tired" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell Alex that you're too tired ...\n\nHe reallllly needs the drive. He has no music and needs to try to retreive it from his hard drive ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Can't he buy a hard drive?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ask if he could go to Best Buy and pick up a hard drive. They sell them for fairly cheap, afterall.\n\nHe is completely over the limit on his credit card. Besides, why spend $100 when I have one I'm not even using. He'll only stop in and out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Argghh .. Fine" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You agree to let Dan come over and pick up the drive. He won't be over for another two hours, so you go back to sleep ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zzzzzzzz" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's 9:45 and the phone keeps ringing again. You pick it up and it's Dan ...\n\nKatrina! You awake? I'm on my way, I'll be over in five minutes!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What? You didn't even wake up yet!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dan stops by twenty minutes later. It was nice of him giving you extra time to wake up, but it probably would have been useful if he told you he'd be over later.\n\nHe strolls in and says hello. As you stand there, still half asleep, he says \"don't mind me, I just have to run up and get the drive.\" He rushes upstairs to the office, grabs the harddrive, and comes back down.\n\n\"Mmmm ....\" he says, \"you know what would reaaalllllyyy hit the spot right now?\"\n\n\"Some sleep\" you remark.\n\n\"No,\" Dan replies, \"some of that Blueberry Muffin coffee.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"You want me to make you coffee? You're kidding, right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're shocked that Dan would have the nerve to ask for some coffee. You politely tell him that you're pretty tired and would just prefer to go back to bed.\n\n\"Ok, haha,\" Dan says, \"fair enough. I'll let you get back to sleep. Thanks for the hard drive!\"\n\nHe heads out and you can finally get back to sleep ... well ... that is, if some one wasn't pounding at the door. It's Dan again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What does he want?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open the door and Dan says \"Sorry! I just realized I grabbed the wrong Hard drive. Alex specifically said do not take his 160 gig!\" He's also has a package from Fedex.\n\n\"By the way,\" he says,\" this was at the door step.\" He runs upstairs to get the correct hard drive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Package? For you?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take the package from Dan.\n\n[NOTE: Below is an \"Item\". Click on the item and it will be added to your Inventory below. You can then click on the item in your inventory to read a description of it]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dan stops by twenty minutes later. It was nice of him giving you extra time to wake up, but it probably would have been useful if he told you he'd be over later.\n\nHe strolls in and says hello. As you stand there, still half asleep, he says \"don't mind me, I just have to run up and get the drive.\" He rushes upstairs to the office, grabs the harddrive, and comes back down.\n\n\"Mmmm ....\" he says, \"you know what would reaaalllllyyy hit the spot right now?\"\n\n\"Some sleep\" you remark.\n\n\"No,\" Dan replies, \"some of that Blueberry Muffin coffee.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shake your head and put on some coffee" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What nerve! Not only does Dan come over early on a Saturday morning, but he wants you to make him coffee? As you put on the coffee, he says he has to go outside to have a quick smoke.\n\nA few minutes later he comes in, carrying a FedEx package. \"Found this on the door step\" he says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Package? For you?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take the package from Dan.\n\n[NOTE: Below is an \"Item\". Click on the item and it will be added to your Inventory below. You can then click on the item in your inventory to read a description of it]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's 9:45 and the phone keeps ringing again. You pick it up and it's Dan ...\n\nKatrina! You awake? I'm on my way, I'll be over in five minutes!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're kidding? You're an hour early!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dan stops by twenty minutes later. It was nice of him giving you extra time to wake up, but it probably would have been useful if he told you he'd be over later.\n\nHe strolls in and says hello. As you stand there, still half asleep, he says \"don't mind me, I just have to run up and get the drive.\" He rushes upstairs to the office, grabs the harddrive, and comes back down.\n\n\"Mmmm ....\" he says, \"you know what would reaaalllllyyy hit the spot right now?\"\n\n\"Some sleep\" you remark.\n\n\"No,\" Dan replies, \"some of that Blueberry Muffin coffee.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell Alex that you're too tired ...\n\nHe reallllly needs the drive. He has no music and needs to try to retreive it from his hard drive ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Argghh .. Fine" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You agree to let Dan come over and pick up the drive. He won't be over for another two hours, so you go back to sleep ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's Alex.\n\nSorry to wake you hun, but Dan* just called. His harddrive crashed last night and needs another one for his MP3s so he can do his DJ gig. It's in Akron tonite, so he needs to stop by and pick it up around 10:30AM or so.\n\nYou're not too happy about this. You actually sayed up till about 3:00 AM watching another movie, so you need some serious sleep!\n\n* or, as some know him, march5th00" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Can't he buy a hard drive?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ask if he could go to Best Buy and pick up a hard drive. They sell them for fairly cheap, afterall.\n\nHe is completely over the limit on his credit card. Besides, why spend $100 when I have one I'm not even using. He'll only stop in and out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's Alex.\n\nSorry to wake you hun, but Dan* just called. His harddrive crashed last night and needs another one for his MP3s so he can do his DJ gig. It's in Akron tonite, so he needs to stop by and pick it up around 10:30AM or so.\n\nYou're not too happy about this. You actually sayed up till about 3:00 AM watching another movie, so you need some serious sleep!\n\n* or, as some know him, march5th00" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Argghh .. Fine" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You agree to let Dan come over and pick up the drive. He won't be over for another two hours, so you go back to sleep ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After falling back to sleep, you're rudely awaken by the telephone ...\n\nWho on earth could be calling at 8:30 in the morning on a saturday? Probably a telemarketer ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ignore the phone" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let the answering machine pick up the phone and once again there is peace in the house. No loud phone ... or ....\n\nArgh! Why won't they let you sleep?!?!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pick up the phone" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's Alex.\n\nSorry to wake you hun, but Dan* just called. His harddrive crashed last night and needs another one for his MP3s so he can do his DJ gig. It's in Akron tonite, so he needs to stop by and pick it up around 10:30AM or so.\n\nYou're not too happy about this. You actually sayed up till about 3:00 AM watching another movie, so you need some serious sleep!\n\n* or, as some know him, march5th00" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another uneventful day at work. After getting home and eating dinner and watching TV, you get ready for bed. You fall asleep and are a ...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... Heavy sleeper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you snooze, you're awaken by a girl-like shriek:\n\nEeeaaaahhh!\n\nIt was Alex, and he's fallen down on the floor. You jump up and ask what is wrong. He says that he swear he saw someone standing in the office, by your new artifact.\n\nHe gets back up and takes another look -- nothing. \"Heh,\" he says nervously, \"amazing what you see when you're half asleep.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's weird ... Back to sleep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally it's Friday! After a long day of work, you decide to just stay home and watch a movie tonight. You have a big day tomorrow: shopping with your friend and a girls-night-out for your Sister's birthday. Plus, Alex has to go to work early tomorrow morning; he's been complaining about that for weeks.\n\n You end up watching Sahara, an action movie about Treasure Hunters and Africa. It was a pretty fun movie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another uneventful day at work. After getting home and eating dinner and watching TV, you get ready for bed. You fall asleep and are a ...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... Very heavy sleeper, and would sleep through an earthquake" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally it's Friday! After a long day of work, you decide to just stay home and watch a movie tonight. You have a big day tomorrow: shopping with your friend and a girls-night-out for your Sister's birthday. Plus, Alex has to go to work early tomorrow morning; he's been complaining about that for weeks.\n\n You end up watching Sahara, an action movie about Treasure Hunters and Africa. It was a pretty fun movie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of the weekend was fun and relaxing, but nothing to write an adventure game about. You did find a few hours of free time while Alex was busy at work. During those few hours, you ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... Surfed the net" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's amazing how much time flies while you're surfing the net. It's not like you really find anything new, but it's always entertaining. Before you know it, it's Sunday night, and time for bed.\n\nAs you and Alex get ready for bed, Alex complains that two of the fish died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Monday" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Monday was a pretty relaxing day: sleeping in, shopping, and just hanging out. Nothing notable happened, although as you get ready for bed, Alex mentioned that some more fish died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of the weekend was fun and relaxing, but nothing to write an adventure game about. You did find a few hours of free time while Alex was busy at work. During those few hours, you ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... Researched the artifact" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the artifact and fire up google.\n\nWhat do you want to know?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Enough Research ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How time flies when you're researching. Before you know it, it's Sunday night, and time for bed.\n\nAs you and Alex get ready for bed, Alex complains that two of the fish died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Monday" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Monday was a pretty relaxing day: sleeping in, shopping, and just hanging out. Nothing notable happened, although as you get ready for bed, Alex mentioned that some more fish died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wow, it's the accompanying Certificate of Authenticity. It says that the piece is an Anubis Shabti and is from the Twelfth Dynasty (Approx 1908 BCE). It was discovered by Miriam Lichtum in 1967. That's pretty neat!\n\nYou absolutely love the gift. Being a huge fan of Egyptian things -- especially artifacts -- this is more than you could ever want for your birthday! You are a bit curious how Alex was able to obtain such a nice piece, though ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're not sure you want to know how Alex got this" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of your Birthday isn't too eventful. You do the normal birthday stuff: go to your family's house for cake, go out to dinner, and relaxed for the rest of the night.\n\nThroughout the day, you can't stop thinking of how cool the artifact is. It does seem a bit creepy -- after all, this was buried with some guy almost four thousand years ago. But it is so neat to own such an amazing piece of history." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ask Alex if he can give you the gift tonite, but he denies, insisting it will have to wait." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Fine, I'll wait until tomorrow ... \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After such a long work day, it's great to finally get to bed. You fall asleep without any problems and sleep in for a long time. A verrrry long time. A verrrrrryyyyy looooong time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's Thursday night, a little after 9:00PM, and you just returned home from a twelve-hour workday. But it's all good -- this is the start of a long weekend -- your Birthday weekend -- and you've got five days before you have to return to the daily grind.\n\nYou see that Alex's friends are over, feasting on Chinese food, and have ordered your favorite dish: General Tso's Chicken. You chow down while they finish up judging some $100 make-a-game contest for their website. They wrap things up after an hour or so, leaving just you, Alex, and a quiet house.\n\nYou're a bit tired, but are a bit anxious about tomorrow. It's your birthday, and you're dying to know what Alex got for you. He's been talking about it for a few weeks and seems to have been having some shady dealings with some strange people. You have a good idea of what it is (an artifact of some sort) but really want to know what it is ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You better get to bed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After such a long work day, it's great to finally get to bed. You fall asleep without any problems and sleep in for a long time. A verrrry long time. A verrrrrryyyyy looooong time." } ]

[ "Animal Perspective", "Drama", "Poetry" ]

[ 223, 168, 184, 101, 30, 11, 9, 9 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: family friendly.\nSet the scene with these themes: Animal Perspective, Drama, Poetry.\n\n\nFour little mice went to search for some cheese, one got trapped, and then there were three.\nThree little mice were playing with glue, one got a little too sticky, and then there were two.\nTwo little mice were on the run. Kitty wouldn't play nice, so then there was one.\nOne little mouse left all alone. He choked himself, and then there were none.\n4 Little Mice is a Choose Your Own Adventure Poem that I wrote over the course of several weeks. The story tells a tale of love, companionship, sacrifice, and more.\nStorygame Features:\n-Based on Agatha Christie's \"And Then There Were None\", but with a furry little twist!\n-The butterfly effect has never been more important! Each and every choice you make could have drastic consequences!\n-With over 10+ endings, you'll definitely be coming back for more.\nUpdates:\n-Fixed a bug that brought certain mice back to life.\n-Fixed a bug that prevented player from progressing. (Special thanks to Will11 and Plaacchei.)\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Welcome all readers, both young and old!\n\nBefore the story begins to unfold,\n\nplease adhere to what you are about to be told.\n\n4 Little Mice; Mo, Li, Pa, and Ru,\n\noh, the trouble they are about to get into!\n\nChoices, choices, they must make.\n\nTheir lives are in your hands, for their sake\n\nbe careful, as you cannot undo!\n\nImportant choices will look like this.\n\nIt is important that they are not to be missed!\n\nNow on with the tale, for impatience I can see,\n\nWill their tiny, trouble souls escape and be set free?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter 1" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Four Little Mice went to search for some cheese. One of them got trapped, and then there were three.\"\n\nOnce upon a time, at the top of a hill,\n\nin a tiny, little house next to a water mill.\n\nThere lived an woman, battered from old age,\n\nbut still standing strong, even at this stage!\n\nIn the old house lived four tiny mice,\n\nPa, Li, Mo, and Ru were their names, to be precise!\n\nWithout a clue, the old woman never knew\n\nof these small creatures and what they were up to.\n\nThe 4 little mice lived under the floor,\n\nright behind the woman's bedroom door.\n\nPa was the oldest and wisest of the group,\n\nhis nose was strongest, best for finding food.\n\nLi was the second oldest sister of the gang.\n\nTough, fierce, and had two large fangs!\n\nMo was the foolish one, always trying to impress,\n\nhe sometimes caused a lot of stress,\n\nhis siblings could confess.\n\nRu was the quiet one,\n\nSpeedy fast, her passion was to run.\n\nPerhaps even faster than the shot of a gun.\n\nOn this summer night,\n\nthe mice were hungry.\n\nThey just wanted one bite,\n\nof anything, even something junky.\n\n\"Where shall we go this time?\" Li asked.\n\nRubbing her tummy, she needed dinner fast.\n\n\"We could check the kitchen.\" Mo shouted.\n\n\"Keep quiet, or Stella will hear us! Besides it's too dangerous!\" Pa doubted.\n\nStella was the old woman's house cat.\n\nShe had an appetite for tiny rats,\n\nespecially for their furry fat!\n\n\"Maybe we could try the pantry?\" Li whispered.\n\n\"That's a great idea!\" Ru nodded with her sister.\n\nImportant Decision: Should the mice risk searching for food in the kitchen? OR Should they play it safe and search for food in the pantry?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for food in the Kitchen" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Together, the mice made their way through the floorboards,\n\npitter, patter, pitter, patter, their tiny legs ushered forwards.\n\n\"Are we there yet?\" Mo called from the back.\n\n\"We're almost there!\" shouted Pa, front of the pack.\n\nThe time was late, the old lady should be asleep,\n\ndeep in her dreams, counting many, many sheep!\n\n\"I see the fridge!\" Pa cried.\n\n\"Yes!\" Li nodded \"Pa be our guide!\"\n\nWith that, the four mice scuttled through the kitchen,\n\nHoping Stella the Cat was not having a listen.\n\nTo the fridge they paved way,\n\nsearching for cheese, rice, or a tiny buffet.\n\nAnd then Ru spotted, beneath an old saucer,\n\nher favorite bits of cheese, which she called muenster.\n\n\"Yum!\" she licked her chops,\n\ngrabbed as much as she could, giving herself props.\n\n\"Good job, Ru!\" Mo stopped and smiled.\n\nHe added, \"It's too bad, I don't like my cheese mild.\"\n\nLi pushed her brother, \"Oh, stop! We now have cheese!\"\n\nShe grabbed Ru's shoulders, \"Ru could you hand me some please?\"\n\n\"Enough, we'll eat back at home.\" Pa demanded.\n\nThe mice nodded, happy to not leave empty handed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Needle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the mice made their way,\n\nback home to feast for their buffet,\n\nMo stopped in his tracks,\n\nas if his tiny feet were made of wax.\n\n\"What's going on?\" Ru asked from behind.\n\n\"Look what I found!\" Mo couldn't believe his mind.\n\nPa turned around to see the commotion,\n\nand saw Mo holding a needle, while full of emotion.\n\nRu looked at the needle up and down,\n\nShe couldn't believe her eyes,\n\nMaking sure to look all around,\n\njust in case Stella got wise.\n\nWithout hesitation or doubt, Li grabbed the needle.\n\n\"Mo is too foolish, he'll lose it. Pa should have it!\" she wheedled.\n\n\"I won't lose it! I promise!\" Mo cried.\n\nPa turned and shrugged, \"I am more responsible, I cannot lie.\"\n\n\"We must hurry, for Stella could be on our tracks!\" Ru gasped.\n\n\"Well, then who should take the needle, Ru?\" Li asked.\n\nImportant Choice: Should Ru tell Mo to keep the Needle? OR Should Ru tell Pa to keep the needle?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Four Little Mice went to search for some cheese. One of them got trapped, and then there were three.\"\n\nOnce upon a time, at the top of a hill,\n\nin a tiny, little house next to a water mill.\n\nThere lived an woman, battered from old age,\n\nbut still standing strong, even at this stage!\n\nIn the old house lived four tiny mice,\n\nPa, Li, Mo, and Ru were their names, to be precise!\n\nWithout a clue, the old woman never knew\n\nof these small creatures and what they were up to.\n\nThe 4 little mice lived under the floor,\n\nright behind the woman's bedroom door.\n\nPa was the oldest and wisest of the group,\n\nhis nose was strongest, best for finding food.\n\nLi was the second oldest sister of the gang.\n\nTough, fierce, and had two large fangs!\n\nMo was the foolish one, always trying to impress,\n\nhe sometimes caused a lot of stress,\n\nhis siblings could confess.\n\nRu was the quiet one,\n\nSpeedy fast, her passion was to run.\n\nPerhaps even faster than the shot of a gun.\n\nOn this summer night,\n\nthe mice were hungry.\n\nThey just wanted one bite,\n\nof anything, even something junky.\n\n\"Where shall we go this time?\" Li asked.\n\nRubbing her tummy, she needed dinner fast.\n\n\"We could check the kitchen.\" Mo shouted.\n\n\"Keep quiet, or Stella will hear us! Besides it's too dangerous!\" Pa doubted.\n\nStella was the old woman's house cat.\n\nShe had an appetite for tiny rats,\n\nespecially for their furry fat!\n\n\"Maybe we could try the pantry?\" Li whispered.\n\n\"That's a great idea!\" Ru nodded with her sister.\n\nImportant Decision: Should the mice risk searching for food in the kitchen? OR Should they play it safe and search for food in the pantry?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for food in the Pantry" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Off to the pantry, the mice made their way,\n\nhoping the old woman's snacks were not put away.\n\nDown the hall, sneaking past her door,\n\n\"SNK-X-X-X-X!\" the mice could hear her very loud snore!\n\n\"Shhh! We must be quiet, only for a little more!\"\n\nPa led the pack, like tiny soldiers in war,\n\nhoping Stella the Cat won't get up to explore.\n\nAt last, they made it to the pantry door,\n\nPa sniffed, \"I can smell it now, her snacks we must not ignore!\"\n\nWith that, they went inside the pantry,\n\nsearching for anything, maybe even some candy!\n\nPa narrowed his eyes, searching in the dark,\n\npersistent and alert, like a Great White Shark!\n\n\"I found it, the cheese puffs!\" Mo cried out,\n\nHe went to take a bite, until Pa let out a shout,\n\n\"We will eat when we get back!\"\n\nThe mice nodded, happy to have found their little snack!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Needle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the mice made their way,\n\nback home to feast for their buffet,\n\nMo stopped in his tracks,\n\nas if his tiny feet were made of wax.\n\n\"What's going on?\" Ru asked from behind.\n\n\"Look what I found!\" Mo couldn't believe his mind.\n\nPa turned around to see the commotion,\n\nand saw Mo holding a needle, while full of emotion.\n\nRu looked at the needle up and down,\n\nShe couldn't believe her eyes,\n\nMaking sure to look all around,\n\njust in case Stella got wise.\n\nWithout hesitation or doubt, Li grabbed the needle.\n\n\"Mo is too foolish, he'll lose it. Pa should have it!\" she wheedled.\n\n\"I won't lose it! I promise!\" Mo cried.\n\nPa turned and shrugged, \"I am more responsible, I cannot lie.\"\n\n\"We must hurry, for Stella could be on our tracks!\" Ru gasped.\n\n\"Well, then who should take the needle, Ru?\" Li asked.\n\nImportant Choice: Should Ru tell Mo to keep the Needle? OR Should Ru tell Pa to keep the needle?" } ]

[ "Contest Entry" ]

[ 347, 275, 263, 175, 74, 45, 41, 95 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nsci-fi\n\nStory elements:\nContest Entry\n\nSeed text:\nTake control of Mia, a student at Prometheus Academy, a school designed for creating super-soldiers, trained killers, unstoppable super-humans, skilled secret agents and above all, super-villains, and get revenge against the Crimson Cape, a super who's taken everything from you.\nThis is the winner of the 2016 School-based Contest, so yay! Thanks to all who voted. I hope you all enjoy it.\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit an old chair, staring out the window of a shitty New York foster home. Your eye gazes out at the falling snow as your fingers trace a circle in the air out of boredom. You see a flying object off in the distance. Maybe it's a plane, or a bird. Maybe it's him. The Crimson Cape.\n\n\"Mia! It's time for dinner!\" a voice calls from the stairwell behind you.\n\n\"I'm not hungry,\" you reply softly, your gaze shifting.\n\n\"Mia, you need to eat,\" Gertrude says, as she appears just at the edge of your vision, carrying a plate.\n\n\"I'm not hungry,\" you repeat.\n\nGertrude sighs, and sets the plate down, before walking off. You listen as the stairs creek as she walks downstairs. You wait until she's gone before leaning over and grabbing the plate to inspect your meal: Fish Fingers and Potato Waffles. You eagerly dig in: you're starving, despite what you said to your newest caretaker. You just don't want to sit at that big oak table as the other kids go through their days, describing boring interactions with friends and telling stories as banal as the discovery of a dead rat outside their school. You can't deal with people right now.\n\nYou continue staring out the window for some time. What little light the pale winter sun provides is snuffed out by darkness, and once again Gertrude appears at the top of the stairs.\n\n\"Mia, it's time for bed,\" she says, already knowing what the response will be.\n\n\"I'm not tired.\"\n\n\"Mia, you can't spend the rest of your life sitting in that chair,\" Gertrude says in a soft, pleading voice. \"Can you just go to bed?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine,\" you say, clambering out of the chair.\n\n\"Oh, really? Fantastic!\" Gertrude says. \"I'll just get your bandages, you brush your teeth.\"\n\nYou walk into the bathroom, and grab your toothbrush. You're forced to use your elbows to squeeze out the toothpaste onto the brush, but it only takes about a minute's work. You brush your teeth quickly, before Gertrude arrives again, carrying a small first aid kit. She opens the clasps and takes out a roll of bandages and a scissors. You wait as she snips the bandages wrapped around your head and they fall to the floor. You catch a sickening glimpse of your face in the mirror. A fleshy, bloody cavern where your right eye once was appears, before Gertrude quickly wraps fresh bandages around it, obscuring your view. Gertrude cuts off the bandages wrapped around the burnt stump of your left arm, and quickly replaces the charred flesh with clean, white bandages.\n\n\"There!\" Gertrude says with a smile. \"Have you brushed your teeth?\"\n\nYou nod, and Gertrude leads you to your bedroom. You share a bedroom with Mona, a girl about your age who's been in the foster home for a few weeks, same as you. Mona is already tucked in her bed, his red, ruddy face looking up at you from under the covers.\n\n\"Are you finally sleeping in here rather than your chair, Mia?\" she asks.\n\n\"Yes, she is. You can't have this room all to yourself, can you?\" Gertrude smiles.\n\nYou collapse onto the bed as Gertrude stands over Mona expectantly.\n\n\"What?\" Mona asks innocently.\n\n\"Give me your phone, Mona. The last four nights you had it, you haven't got a wink of sleep.\"\n\n\"I get loads of sleep!\"\n\n\"Sixteen year olds need an average of eight to ten hours of sleep a night, and you're barely getting half that. Phone!\"\n\nMona rolls her eyes and hands Gertrude the phone. You would hand her your phone, but it was smashed to pieces after you threw it full force at Simon, another kid fostered here, in a fit of rage. Gertrude walks to the door and flicks the light off.\n\n\"Goodnight, girls.\"\n\n\"Goodnight!\" Mona responds cheerfully.\n\n\"Goodnight,\" you mutter, already closing your eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sleep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gloves wrap around your throat as you awaken frantically. A masked man dressed completely in black stands above you, holding a long, incredibly thin blade in his hands. He lunges towards you, the blade stabbing straight for your throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You scream for help" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let out a petrified scream as the man pushes the blade down and straight into your neck, before pushing down on the hilt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lose consciousness" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mia! Mia! Wake up, sweetie!\"\n\nYou open your eyes and are immediately blinded by bright white lights. You raise your hand over your eyes to block it out, and see Gertrude standing above you.\n\n\"What… what happened?\"\n\n\"Men broke into our house… they injected us all with drugs to knock us out, and… and they killed Datu. The bastards killed my husband. They could've killed any of us, and they killed him for no reason.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"They just killed him.\"\n\nYou stare at Gertrude, feeling utterly helpless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Life goes on..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheep\n\nLife is hard. As you adapt to your new life in the foster home, you realize you don't like it. You don't want a normal, bland job. You find school hard and boring. You can't play sports because of your injuries, and being called \"Eypatch\" doesn't help your reputation with guys. You just continue life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gloves wrap around your throat as you awaken frantically. A masked man dressed completely in black stands above you, holding a long, incredibly thin blade in his hands. He lunges towards you, the blade stabbing straight for your throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hit the blade away from your throat" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hit the blade, knocking it out of the path to your throat. You realize the blade is actually a syringe, and in your panic you assumed it was a knife. The masked man grunts in surprise as his jab is deflected, before he begins squeezing your throat, leaning in and staring at you seemingly now trying to choke you out rather than inject whatever foul substance he had into your neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab the syringe" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the syringe and yank it out of his hands, quickly stabbing it into his chin. You push the plunger down as he lets out a gasp, before collapsing on top of you. You roll to your side slightly, freeing your legs enough to force him off. He collapses to the ground, but another masked man appears, grabbing you. You elbow him as hard as you can in the stomach, but he jabs a syringe into your neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lose consciousness" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open your eyes, and immediately bright white lights blind you. You wince, as the lights are dimmed. You find yourself tied to a chair in a small, empty room. A large, tall man wearing combat armor stands in front of you, with a shaved head and a badly burned and blistered face, carrying a folder.\n\n\"Mia Min-Taylor. Born the 12th of April, 2000. Attended some shit-hole public school, another shit-hole public school. Pretty bland,\" the man says, reading from a sheet in the folder. \"Pretty bland, that is, until a few weeks ago. What happened in New York, on the 19th of May?\"\n\nYou stare at the man, who gives a slight smile.\n\n\"Eat shit,\" you reply.\n\nThe man bursts into laughter.\n\n\"I really, really like you. A one eyed, one armed cripple teen girl attacked in her sleep, yet she still takes out one of my men. Wakes up to find someone like me staring at her as she's tied in a chair, tells him to eat shit. That's a badass, if you ask me.\"\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\n\"Ex-Sergeant Danny Doyle, SAS. Now, what happened in New York, on the 19th of May?\"\n\n\"My parents died,\" you say bitterly.\n\n\"There's more to it than that. The famous superhero, the vigilante, the beloved Crimson Cape, showed up to stop a bank heist of around 320'000'000 dollars. That's a lot of money, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Fuck you.\"\n\n\"You swear too much for a young girl. Do you know how the Crimson Cape stopped the robbery? He beat up the robbers, went to the getaway van, yanked the driver out and threw a manhole cover through their getaway van to disable it. Unfortunately, it detonated the explosives the group had made for getting into the vault. It exploded, leading to three casualties and two wounded. The next day, their deaths were a sidebar to a celebration for the Crimson Cape's work. That's the problem with Super-Heroes, isn't it? They're great symbols and look good in the news, but they're not effective. Do you know what the best part is? Police Officers were less than a minute away from surrounding the bank, which almost certainly wouldn't have led to the detonation of their explosives.\"\n\nYou stare at the man, wondering where he's going.\n\n\"Three casualties, two wounded. Kevin Min, killed by shrapnel on scene. Alan Taylor, died from blood loss from shrapnel hours later. Jack Min-Taylor, killed in the blast. Poor little Jack. Less than a year old. How young.\"\n\n\"Don't talk about him, you prick!\" you hiss, tears welling in your eyes.\n\n\"OK, OK. Let's get onto the wounded. Kevin Daniels, lost two fingers and suffered from severe blood loss. He was the getaway driver. The only other person wounded was a Mia Min-Taylor, loss an eye, an arm and suffered from severe blood loss, though luckily she pulled through.\"\n\n\"Stop talking, you prick! Do whatever you're going to do and end this!\"\n\n\"I'm not here to kill you. I have a deal. You lost both your parents, a brother, an eye and a hand that day because of Superheroes, and the world didn't give a shit. Now, you're not normally the kind I'd extend this offer to. No latent abilities, no skills, no training. But vengeance is a powerful motivator, and you've got balls, so I think you'd be perfect. Join me. I'm running a... school, I suppose. An academy. A training course. I'm training men to rise up against an unfair system. We bring down assholes like the Crimson Cape who ruin lives and don't look back. To take from the assholes who have more money than they could spend in a thousand years. Men who are willing to fight for a better world rather than to preserve the status quo. I want you. Now, you'll risk your life. There is no going back once you agree. You might die. You'll probably die, actually. But it'll all be worth it.\"\n\nYou stare at the man, contemplating his offer.\n\n\"Oh, I almost forgot. If you do join, I can give you a new hand and eye. We have a lot of resources that could make your life infinitely better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine,\" you say.\n\n\"Fantastic. I think you'll fit right in. Welcome to Prometheus Academy. Now, time for a nap.\"\n\nSgt Doyle strides forward, jabbing a syringe into your neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lose consciousness" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken for the second time, and find yourself lying on a gurney. Once again, the lights are blindingly, twice as much now. You shut your eye, although you quickly realize the light is still blinding. You raise your hands, and quickly block your eyes.\n\nWait...\n\nYou look at your hands. Attached to the stump of your left arm, seemingly melded into the flesh, is a black, metal hand. You touch it with your right hand, and actually feel through it. You close it into a fist, and look up. A pair of doctors stand above you.\n\n\"Your new \"hand\" has been wired into your nervous system. It was an expensive procedure for an unproven candidate, but Doyle was very insistent. He must see something into you. It has heat and pressure plates built into it, it's a good few times stronger than the average human hand, although it's not as fast. Your eye, however, is something else. I doubt you understand any tech terms, so all you need to know is it's basically a camera that can see in thermal imaging, night-vision and you can see normally. If there's any problems, report it to one of the guards,\" one of them says.\n\nYou stand and look down. You flex your hand a few more times, almost crying. You continue to flex it as you look around the room with your new eye, flicking through thermal to night-vision and back to normal. It's an incredible sensation, seeing the world in such a new light. Your return of normal vision and depth perception is amazing, the night-vision is incredibly painful thanks to the bright lights, and the thermal shows the doctors above you as colored blobs. You grin, tears almost falling from your non-mechanical eye.\n\n\"What happens now?\" you ask.\n\n\"No questions. We're not supposed to talk to you. Head down to the end of the hall. Someone will be there to guide you.\"\n\nYou nod and stand, marveling at the sight around you. You continue to flex your new hand as you walk, before you arrive at the door. A man wearing combat armor stands there with an assault rifle slung over his shoulder.\n\n\"Kid, follow me,\" he says, leading you along a hallway.\n\nYou arrive at a large pair of double doors, which the guard pushes open, revealing what looks like a high school changing room.\n\n\"Alright, here's the changing room. Get changed, and leave your clothes outside the door.\"\n\n\"Sure,\" you say, walking in and closing the door.\n\nYou quickly get changed into a pair of white shorts and a shirt. Bland, boring clothes, but they'll do. Finally, there's a knock on the door.\n\n\"Alright, all candidates, follow me to the main hall!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go outside and follow the man" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open the door, and immediately notice that the hallway is packed with dozens of kids, all between fourteen to eighteen years old, wearing the same white shirt and shorts. You follow the man who showed you to your room along the hallway.\n\nYou enter a large hall. where a dozen men in amor and holding assault rifles stand at the edges of the hall. There's dozens of kids, some gagged, and others with their hands bound in magnetic metal handcuffs that imprison their entire hands. Some look eager to be here, others look absolutely terrified. You look to the top of the stage, where you see Sergeant Doyle standing alongside several other kids. There's a tall, gaunt man with a sunken face wearing a doctor's coat and a dirty white shirt, a man in a dark leather trench coat with sunglasses, a man wearing a white suit, a woman wearing a purple and black superhero costume, another in a red and gold one and a third dressed completely in black and silver. The man in the suit strides up to the stage, looking out at you all.\n\n\"My name is Victor DeVont. I represent a lot of very successful business interests, most of which has risen up from the bottom. You're all here because you have either achieved great things at this age or because you were born with great abilities. Your potential was going to be wasted, though. So we gave you a chance for greatness. We're here to train you as killers, as mercenaries, as soldiers, as henchmen, as crime lords, as rebels, as the people fighting for the greater good no matter how badly the world vilifies them, and over the next year, that's what we'll make you into. Welcome to the Prometheus Academy.\"\n\n\"What's in it for you?\" someone asks.\n\nMr DeVont smiles.\n\n\"You're clever, I'll give you that. Never trust anyone. That's your first lesson here. There's plenty of reasons we do this. The groups funding this experiment need manpower. They'll be watching, picking out candidates to hire once this is over. Now, let me introduce you to the teachers?\" Mr DeVont says.\n\nMr DeVont smiles, and begins walking across the stage.\n\n\"This is Sergeant Doyle, Ex-SAS.\"\n\n\"Pleasure to see you all, men. Best of luck in the upcoming trials,\" Doyle says.\n\n\"Next we have Doctor Frank Griffith. He'll be in charge of teaching medical care and first aid, as well as looking after your health and working on your cybernetic upgrades, bio-augmentation and the administering of super-soldier serums.\"\n\nThe doctor stares at you all with cold, dead eyes, and nods slowly.\n\n\"Next, we have Dead Eye, who will be in charge of solo missions, Void, who will be in charge of Flight Training, Four, who will be in charge of Elemental powers, and the Shattered Mask, who will be in charge of Strength, Speed and Agility training.\"\n\nMr DeVont then stops, staring out at the crowd.\n\n\"Now, you're each going to be given a schedule depending on your abilities. Some of you, the Supers, will have their work cut out for them. Those unfortunate enough to not be born with powers for the most part have some training in military backgrounds. A few of you are pet projects picked up by some of the instructors on missions. I'm going to split you up into groups and give you each a teacher to guide you through the facility.\"\n\nMr DeVont begins to list out names, before assembling you into groups. Eventually, you hear your name called in Dead Eye's group. Dead Eye hops off the stage and lets out a whistle as kids begin to assemble around him. You see the short, skinny kid who's into tech walk over to him, and follow hastily. Dead Eye looks at you all, and takes out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long drag.\n\n\"Alright, let's go. First, I'll take you to the DNA Scanner.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"It'll see your likelihood to have dormant powers,\" he says. \"Follow me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "An Hour Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You watch as a syringe sucks blood from your arm as a doctor looks at a monitor.\n\n\"Huh. No dormant powers showing up. You are related to Saito Benkei. That's interesting. It's not helpful, but it's something to mention at parties.\"\n\nShit. That's unhelpful.\n\n\"Other than that, you're in reasonable health. No diseases, no serious health conditions, your nervous system hasn't been fried by it's new wiring. You're good. Move along.\"\n\nThe needle is removed from your arm, and you stand. Dead Eye waits outside with the rest of the students. None of them have been found to contain any worthwhile dormant powers. One of them, Abigail, has enlargedadrenaline glands, but it's far from enough to elevate her to \"Super-Human\" status. Other than that you're all perfectly normal.\n\n\"I'm sorry to say if any of you have plans to work in the industry, you're going to have to work hard or be disappointed. At best, you'll struggle to take on the Supers. At worst, you'll be one of the countless goons torn apart to slow down whatever Noun Man they send after you until one of our super-powered heavy hitters can show up. Still, as you can see, most kids here are in the same boat, and we didn't bring you here to have an army of cheap goons we could've hired at the docks. For some of the lucky bastards here, their training will involve learning how to do spins as they fly or learning how to control their powers. But, for all their powers, supers are still human. Supers get proud and stupid. They fuck up. That's when you guys strike.\"\n\nDead Eye stops, drawing a knife from his boot, and begins to pick his nails as he leans against the wall. Finally, he continues talking.\n\n\"There's a few paths you can go down. You're nothing but fresh clay to mou=ld, raw steel to shape, so there's going to be a lot of choices in your careers. Some of you will learn teamwork, tactics, training and end up in a unit, a small task force. Some of you will find your place among a world of lies and deceit, in covert espionage so intense that Cold War CIA would shit themselves if placed in one of our ops. Some of you, those who are especially talented, will find that with a gun, a sword or whatever weird weapon the special snowflakes of the group pick, you can do enough damage to seriously fuck up a super-humans day. If you're especially stupid, you might go down the path of ascension. Not all super-humans are born. A lot of them are the product of experiments and accidents. Whether you decide to pump your body full of super-soldier serum, replace half your body with tech or just let the mad docs do whatever the fuck they want to you, you might find yourself more powerful than you thought possible. Remember, though, for every famous super-human to be created from a normal, you've got a hundred poor fucks who end up blind, infertile and with a tumor bigger than a second head.\"\n\nThe Doctor from earlier at the stage arrives, his face as hard as stone, revealing no emotions.\n\n\"Ah, Doctor Happy. What's the story? How are you?\"\n\n\"Do we have any super-human specimen here?\" he asks in a dull, emotionless tone.\n\n\"No, they're all good.\"\n\n\"It is a true pity Mr DeVont did not think to let me oversee the medical exams personally. I would have been much more… thorough.\"\n\n\"A 40% casualty rate for a simple medical check up is hardly a good thing, doctor.\"\n\n\"My last round of medical exams only had a 13% casualty rate, and the cost of hiring replacements was offset by the profits from selling their organs and teeth. We even got a weeks worth of dog feed.\"\n\n\"Does the human element mean anything to you?\" Dead-Eye asks.\n\nThe Doctor turns around and works off without another word.\n\n\"Hey, kids. Word of advice. Stay the fuck away from him. Now, let's split you guys into your dorms.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to the dormitory" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit on a bunk bed in a large dormitory. Three other bunk beds are in the room, all shared by your new room mates. So far, you've gathered all their names, though you know nothing about them.\n\nFirst, there's Luc, a kid big enough to crush cars into cubes with his bare hands. His arm seems wider than your waist, though he's not exactly bad looking. Then there's Seamus, a long-haired boy fidgeting with his fingers, who in five minutes had the time to complain about the room, tell an off-color, vaguely racist joke and recount three different stories. You don't think you've seen him with his lips shut for more than three seconds. Standing in the corner is Shada, a youngish girl with a long scar across her forehead, another on her cheek and a large burn from her bottom lip down along her throat. She looks terrifying, but she seems friendly enough and quite excited. When you asked her what she was excited about, she said the prospect of \"Killing and cutting and shooting and stabbing people\", so maybe friendly wasn't an accurate descriptor. Finally there's Jesus, a boy who has a bionic eye just like yours. He seems vaguely creepy and hasn't talked much, but you doubt it's fair to judge a book by it's cover. Seamus, continuing to talk, seemingly refuting all you know about biology by not stopping to take a breath, slowly draws the others into a conversation. Soon, he turns to you.\n\n\"Hey! Cyborg girl! Are you planning on joining in the conversation or are you just going to sit there?\" he asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the group" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright, yeah,\" you say, standing up.\n\n\"How'd you lose your eye?\" Jesus asks, the gears in his eye socket whirling as his bionic eye focuses on yours.\n\n\"Shrapnel from an explosion.\"\n\n\"How were you in an explosion?\" he asks.\n\nYou sigh, remembering it. There was blood everywhere. You had no idea what was going on, you were just confused. Your parents just lay there, bleeding. And Jack... you don't want to remember Jack.\n\n\"It... it was caused by a Super during a bank robbery. How'd you lose your eye?\" you reply.\n\n\"Stabbing,\" Jesus replies.\n\n\"How did you end up in this place?\" Luc asks, his French accent heavy and his words almost incomprehensible.\n\n\"I did jobs for the a couple guys in my area. I ended up gunning down a few assholes, and that got someone's attention,\" Jesus says. \"You?\"\n\n\"I was at the top of my class in the military academy,\" Luc replies. \"I had to drop out due to my... kidney not working. The doctor here gave me a new kidney in exchange for joining up here.\"\n\n\"Alright, I'll talk next,\" Seamus says cheerfully. \"I ran drugs in Dublin. I was damn good at it, too. Well, good at the actual running. I might've picked up a few bad habits, like sampling the goods. Ran up a few debts, which that suit, DeVont, is paying off in exchange for me joining up. What's your story, off-brand Bollywood Scarface?\"\n\n\"Was that supposed to offend me?\" Shada smiles.\n\nThere's a loud knock on the door.\n\n\"Lunch! Everyone into the canteen!\" a voice screams.\n\n\"Alright, let's bounce,\" you say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk out of the dorm, and follow the guard as he walks along the hallway. You reach a large, open canteen with two dozen lunch tables with benches. Guards line railing above, holding assault rifles. You walk over to the counter of the canteen, grabbing a tray. You move along the line, watching with confusion as a woman puts food on the trays. The woman puts burgers on some trays, while dumping noodles on others, and finally pouring a grey, dull looking paste onto some of the trays. You move forward, and have the grey paste dumped onto your tray.\n\n\"Can I have a burger?\" you ask hopefully\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Why not?\"\n\n\"We've been told to give out the food at random, alternating between noodles, burgers and nutrition paste.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"It encourages a competitive nature among the students. Stealing lunches or beating the shit out of people who got nicer lunches encourages a Darwinian atmosphere. Survival of the fittest.\"\n\nYou turn from the counter and get a glance at the other students of the academy. Most look normal, crowding around tables and being social, although off to the side you spot the supers, either by themselves or in small groups of two or three. Apparently, being so incredibly abnormal as super-humans are does not make you a social creature. There's stark contrast between the supers. Most look perfectly normal, but one's skin seems to be a living, breathing rock, another has completely red eyes, a third is a hulking creature bigger than any human has any right to be. They hardly look like friendly people.\n\nYou look down at your food, which looks like someone ate tofu and grey food coloring and puked it up. You look around to see if there's a more viable source of food, and spot several chances. There's a large pile of delicious burgers calling to you from behind the lunch lady, and you think you could easily slide over the very end of the counter when she's serving food and snatch a few, although the guards on the railings above give you pause.\n\nIf you're feeling slightly more aggressive, there's plenty of kids weaker than you around who fortune has shined on. All you need to do is make a few threats and they'll probably give up their food." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sneak past the counter and steal a few burgers" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the counter and lean against in nonchalantly, scanning the room. The lunch lady is serving food, the guards are busy watching the students size each other up, ready to step in and stop any fights that take place. You quickly jump the counter, grabbing three of the burgers and quickly sliding back over the counter. The lunch lady continues serving food obliviously, the guards don't seem to have spotted you, and the few other \"students\" here who saw it don't seem to be eager to rat you out. You smile, and walk with your meal to find somewhere to sit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sit with your room mates" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit down at your room mates' table, and look around. Seamus currently has the rest of the group embroiled in a story.\n\n\"So there I was, a backpack full of coke and weed slung over my shoulder and three Gardai trying to do the whole intimidation thing. I thought I was proper fucked, but then they start asking me weird questions, like what hobbies did I do with my brother? After a couple minutes, I realize they don't know shit about anything going on with me, and they're looking for my brother. I spin some tall tale about him sleeping in the basement of the local sports hall, and they let me just go on my way.\"\n\n\"That looks like a nice burger, Mia. Luck of the draw, I suppose?\" Shada asks.\n\n\"Yeah, something like that,\" you reply.\n\nYou begin devouring your burger, tearing chunks of it and swallowing without chewing. Seamus continues telling stories, most of which you assume are bullshit. Luc stays quiet for the most part. Seamus and Jesus make various boasts about their skills, and Shada gives vague hints about her back story in Lebanon. You stay quiet, noticing how little you've accomplished compared to the others who've all had successful, if short, criminal careers and/or harsh training.\n\nAfter about a half hour, the guards begin rounding various groups of children up and giving them their schedules, before sending them off to various parts of the academy. You hear a nearby guard calling out a list of names.\n\n\"...John Tanoy, Mia Min-Taylor, Jonathan White, Parker Zhao, here's your schedules.\"\n\nThe guard hands you a schedule, and thankfully you find yourself in the same group as your room mates. You look at your schedule, wincing at some of the classes. \"Counter Espionage\", \"Sharpshooting Training\", \"Rare Metal Study\", \"Drugs: Recreational, Combat and Enhancing\", \"Anti-Super-Human Combat\", and much more. There's definitely a varied amount of classes, and you can learn anything from basic Math, Chemistry, Biology and other normal subjects to \"Advanced Blade Combat\" and \"The Removal of Valued Organs from a Living Subject\".\n\nYou scroll down your list, and find that your first subject is \"Small Arms Training\". That'll be interesting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to \"Small Arms Training\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You look down the barrel of your rifle.\n\n\"Line up your shots!\" Doyle shouts. \"Take a deep breath, and hold it. Don't flinch in anticipation of the recoil. There's not any fancy sights or tech on these babies.\"\n\nYou fire, the rifle kicking in your arm suddenly. You watch as the bullet thuds into the farthest ring of the bullseye. You watch the other students' shots. There's a huge discrepancy between the best of the students, who hit bullseyes or close, and untrained students, many of which don't even hit the bullseye.\n\n\"Alright, we're wasting our time if we think we're going to be getting bullseyes on day one. I want a once over for everything we did today. You should all have at least three clips of ammo left. I'm giving you all thirty seconds to unload as many rounds into that target as you can. Whoever gets the most shots in the middle five rings doesn't have to do fifty push ups. Got it?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir!\" you all bark back.\n\n\"Good. Now, ready!\"\n\nYou quickly drop your magazine on the ground, fumbling through your ammo bag for another magazine. You load it into the gun and pull back the bolt, subconsciously imagining the Crimson Cape standing in front of the bullseye.\n\n\"Aim!\"\n\nYou line up your sights with the bullseye and take a deep breath.\n\nYou have two options here. You could unload as many rounds as you can and play the odds game, or you could take your time and pray the better students fuck up in their eagerness to prove themselves. You are using a bolt action rifle, and they're not exactly known for the spray and pray approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fire as many shots as you can" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin firing, your fingers squeezing on the trigger as your hand shots forward to pull back the bolt, the shell spiraling out of the gun. You fire again, repeating the process, before quickly finding a pattern, unloading your clip quickly. You quickly drop the clip out and grab another one, clicking it into place. You repeat the process, firing a full clip and replacing it again. You get halfway through the magazine before the sergeant barks out an order.\n\n\"STOP! Alright, let's count up the shots!\" Doyle barks.\n\nDoyle begins walking along past the targets, checking each and calling out a number.\n\n\"Four!\"\n\n\"Seven!\"\n\n\"Nineteen! Impressive, Seamus!\"\n\nFinally, he reaches you.\n\n\"Two! How fucking shit a shot are you! Pathetic!\" he says, looking disgusted.\n\nHe continues going along the line, eventually stopping.\n\n\"Alright, Palmer, you win. Twenty shots is damn near impressive. Everyone else, fifty push ups!\"\n\nYou drop to the floor, and begin your push-ups. You struggle at first, but eventually find your rhythm, and with a burst of adrenaline get through them. You finish, collapsing on the ground, panting.\n\n\"Alright, hurry the fuck up. You have the doctor next, and if any of you are late to class I can see you ending up with your brain and nervous system ending up hooked up to the building's lights,\" Doyle shouts.\n\nYou stand, panting, and begin walking along to the next class." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Several Hours Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The day is long and hard. Thankfully, the periods of strenuous exercise such as fighting, knife combat, fitness and grenade practice is outnumbered by the normal, classroom learning-type classes such as learning about the various types of fire arms, the weak points of various super-human categories and lock picking, with even a few normal classes mixed in. For some reason, they think you need to learn about Algebra alongside stealth training and use of poisons. After a long, hard day that was both physically and mentally exhausting, you could use a break and a hot meal. After finding some nourishment in a dinner of hearty strew, you begin trudging back towards your room. Luc and Shada walk alongside you, Luc sporting a large cut along his upper arm from a mistake with a high-tech Rebanium blade that was being shown around the class in the Rare Metals class to show its effectiveness at breaking bone and carapace, and Shada finish the last of her few cigarettes she had won in a competition in Blade training by almost running the kid she was facing through despite using a blunted blade and facing a kid wearing protective gear. Shada raises her lighter, re-igniting the end of her cigarette.\n\n\"Can I have a smoke?\" Luc asks in a thick French accent, one of the few times he's talked so far.\n\nShada sighs, taking in a deep breath of smoke and blowing it upwards.\n\n\"Yeah, fine. Finish it,\" she says, handing the cigarette over.\n\nYou walk onwards, too exhausted to converse, arriving at your dorm. Luc shoves the door open, and you quickly collapse on your bed, falling like lead. Your other roommates come in after you, Seamus's loud voice already filling the room.\n\n\"So he said \"No, it's not my kid, the baby's just albino, like that black sheep in the field.\" Then the Chieftain says \"Alright, you don't mention the sheep, I won't mention the baby!\" Seamus says, laughing.\n\n\"You said it'd be good,\" Jesus complains. \"That was a shit joke.\"\n\n\"Oh, fuck off. That was quality,\" Seamus says.\n\n\"So, question? Do we sleep in our clothes?\" Luc asks.\n\n\"Just go to sleep, I'm exhausted,\" Shada says, jumping onto her bed. You follow her example and curl up in your blankets, closing your eyes tightly and falling asleep." } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 538, 570, 752, 467, 149, 60, 96, 119 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: sci-fi\nTheme: Serious\nDescription: Light Space - a dimension outside of our own, a layer of existance beyond what we can see, touch or feel. Equipped with a Light Space Jump Drive (LSJD), a starship can leap into and out of this extra-dimension in an instant, appearing in another star system many light years away.\nHowever, a successful jump requires detailed computations to avoid something going wrong. A few times each year, somewhere across explored space, a star ship will make a Light Space Jump and simply vanish without a trace. Sometimes ships appear, exploding into millions of pieces as they emerge from Light Space. However, the chances of such an accident are too small to bother most travellers.\nA routine Light Space Jump is about to go terribly wrong for a starship's crew - and one of them is YOU!\nDanger and sudden changes to your surroundings await you at every turn, and you never know what lies beyond each door in each time, and what actions will kill you in the blink of an eye...\nReaders leaving comments: As I've said before, I like hearing comments from people, whether good or bad. Feel free to say you love this, or hate this, or to leave constructive criticisms - that's what comments are for :)\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are sitting in the pilot's chair of the starship Andromeda, on the edge of the Protherus star system, getting ready to make a Light Space Jump to your freighter's next destination. You hear a sound, like someone gasping in surprise, and look up from your console. Your co-pilot, Karl, is looking intently at his console, and doesn't seem to have heard anything unusual. You must have imagined the sound, for you and Karl are the only two people aboard this starship.\n\n\"Jump calculations are complete,\" Karl says to you, sitting in the co-pilots seat beside yours.\n\nBefore you, the transparent plasglass windows of the cockpit provide a view of the stars. Space stretches on infinitely before you. Directly in the middle of your foreward view, a star shines brighter than the others - it is your destination, the closest star to the star system you are currently in.\n\n\"Preparing to Jump to Light Space,\" you say, mentally going through your pre-jump checklist, as you press buttons and flick switches to the correct settings. You feel the ship beginning to vibrate as the interstellar propulsion system powers up, ready to activate.\n\n\"Activating LSJD,\" you say, pressing the final button. There is the usual flash of white light, and..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not Quite Right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are sitting in your pilot's chair, in the cockpit of the Andromeda, and something is not quite right. Outside the windows, the darkness of space is gone, there is only light. You raise your arm to cover your eyes, but as you do, the light pales. Instead of searing your eyes like a thousand suns, the endless expanse of white outside the windows gives off a soft light, like looking at a white plaster wall that someone is shining a torch on.\n\nAs your eyes adjust to this strange phenomena, you hear a gasping, gurgling sound from behind you. Glancing to one side, you see the strangest thing. The right hand half of the cockpit is stretched out before and behind you. Your co-pilot, his chair and console, are now lines and blobs of horizontal colour, stretching through the room in streaks, like a motion-blurred, time-lapse photograph!\n\nYour head goes dizzy as your eyes and brain try to make sense of what it is you are seeing, then suddenly the strange warping of space stops, and the entire cockpit looks normal and whole once more. However, your co-pilot, his body restored to its correct physical form, sags forward in his chair, held up by his chest-crossing seatbelt buckle. Blood trickles from the corners of his mouth as his head drops forward, staring sightlessly down at his console.\n\nOutside the ship, the pale light - the endless expanse of whiteness instead of the blackness of space - tells you that something is horribly wrong here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine Karl's body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You move from your console, over to beside your co-pilot. You lift up his head so you can look in his eyes. His head, fully illuminated by the pale light shining in through the windows, stares back at you, seeing nothing. You release him, letting his head drop back down again.\n\nLooking at his jumpsuit, you examine the body-monitoring device built into the suit. The device is supposed to monitor life signs, as well as the surrounding environment, and it tells you that his heart has stopped. Karl is clearly dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You bring up a ship damage report on your console, and try to find out what is wrong with the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sitting in your chair, you bring up the ship status display, and look for signs of damage. For a moment you just look at the screen, unable to believe what it is saying. According to the screen, nothing exists behind the ship's cockpit. The rest of the ship is simply gone... vanished... non-existant!\n\n'How can that be?' you think to yourself. After all, the power generators at the rear of the ship must exist, because all the computer systems and life support within the cockpit is functioning just as it always does. The rest of the ship MUST exist!\n\nFrustrated, you turn off the status display." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the ship's sensors, and see what it can detect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You look at the ship's sensor screen. It shows your ship in the middle of the screen, but shows no signs of planets or stars in the vicinity. In fact, it shows nothing at all, in any direction. You look out the window again, at the vast expanse of whiteness that seems to stretch out endlessly in every direction. There's nothing out there but pale, white light.\n\nWhat is this place? Is this Light Space, the other dimension, that ships pass through when they jump? Did your ship somehow become stuck in this dimension, half-way through the jump procedure? If so, how are you supposed to get out?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open the cockpit door, and look into the central passageway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Feeling a little uncertain as to what you might find, you nervously walk to the rear of the cockpit, and press the door release button. The rear door slides open and...\n\nThe central passageway that runs from the cockpit, through the ship, to the cargo bay at the rear, looks exactly as it always does. Lights in the ceiling illuminate the steel passage. Metal grating panels on the floor allow access to various wires and cables that run through the ship, beneath your feet. Door hatches are set into the passage walls at different points along its length, leading to various rooms aboard the ship. Far at the other end, you see a large hatch, that opens into the cargo bay at the other end of the starship.\n\nEverything looks completely - suddenly there is a shearing of light and form, as a section of wall about half way down the passage blurs outwards into the passage, in an array of colourful streaking lines - then suddenly flattens out again to look like a normal section of wall once more. Perhaps things aren't as completely normal as they seem...\n\nYou say a short prayer that the motion blurring phenomena won't happen anywhere near you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You start walking down the passageway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step out of the cockpit and into the passageway. As you move through the doorway, you feel a strange sensation, like stepping through a thin wall of water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You turn around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having felt like you stepped through an invisible wall, you turn around to look at the doorway you just came through. The doorway looks as empty as before, the air is clear and invisible as always. However, looking back through the doorway into the cockpit, you can't help but gasp.\n\nOutside the cockpit windows, you see space! Black space! Dotted with stars! You're back in normal space again! In fact... it would seem the ship is exactly where it was before it tried to jump - as you can see the single bright star in the middle of the window, the star you were going to jump to. Then you gasp again, blinking your eyes to be sure you can believe what you are seeing - for there are two people in the cockpit!\n\nOn the right sits Karl, your co-pilot, running jump calculations through the computer, and on the left is... it's you! You are in there, sitting in the pilot's chair, preparing the ship for jump! How is that possible?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You rush back into the cockpit!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you rush through the doorway, out of the passageway, and back into the cockpit, you feel the strange sensation again, the slight pressure against your body, as if you are passing through a thin wall of water. As your face passes through, the scene before your eyes changes!\n\nKarl's body lies dead in his chair, as you had left him, and your chair is empty again. Outside the windows is the shining expanse of pale, white light. What the heck is happening on your ship? It's almost as if... Yes, it's as if the cockpit and the passageway existed in two different places... Or rather, two different times!\n\nThe passage outside the cockpit was somehow before the jump took place, and here in the cockpit is somehow at the current time frame... Actually, you would only be guessing that you were in the current time frame - how would you even know what was the past. For all you know, the cockpit could be somewhere in the distant future, or - or who knows what?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You start walking down the passageway, again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step out of the cockpit and into the passageway. As you move through the doorway, you feel a strange sensation, like stepping through a thin wall of water...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You turn around, again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having felt like you stepped through an invisible wall, you turn around to look at the doorway you just came through. This time, you are prepared for what you see - outside the cockpit windows, you see space again, and both Karl and yourself are sitting in the cockpit chairs. You feel certain that if you tried to step into that cockpit, you would end up back in your version of the cockpit, surrounded by white space." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue down the passageway" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to continue down the passageway. A few metres along, you reach door hatches on both sides of the passage. One is your sleeping quarters, the other is Karl's. An image of his dead face, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, flashes before your eyes. You take a deep breath, and calm yourself. You know you will need to keep a level head if you are going to get out of this alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open the door to your sleeping quarters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You press the door release button on the wall, and the door to your sleeping quarters slides open. Through the doorway, things look normal. Your bunk is up against one wall, the covers thrown aside - why make a bed if you're the only one who's going to look at it, or use it? Against another wall is a desk unit, with a few personal odds and ends inside and on top of it. A closet containing your clothing is up against a third wall.\n\nThe lights are on, and you don't see any strange blurring, bending or stretching of the universe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go inside your sleeping quarters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step through the doorway, and instantly feel that sensation again - the feeling of walking through an invisible wall, like passing through a sheet of water. Your sleeping quarters are now quite different to how they had looked an instant ago...\n\nFirstly, the bed is made. You can't remember ever having made your bed. Secondly, and more disturbingly to you, the sheets are bright pink with little white bunny rabbits on them!\n\nYou suddenly hear footsteps behind you, and spin around to see a woman wearing a pilot's uniform, standing in the passageway, outside the room. She looks up from a clipboard she was reading, and her jaw drops as she sees you looking back at her. You can see the cogs turning inside her mind, as she tries to find words to say, and her first instinct is to shout, \"Get the hell out of my sleeping quarters!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You quickly step back out into the passageway!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blushing furiously, and stunned at whatever is happening - for only yourself and Karl were supposed to be aboard the starship - you step out into the passageway.\n\nAs you do, you feel yourself passing through an invisible wall again, and an odd thing happens - as your eyes pass through the wall, she vanishes from in front of you. As you stand in the passageway, looking about, she is nowhere to be seen. Looking back into the sleeping quarters, you see your sleeping quarters, with your personal belongings, and your unmade bed!\n\nThe woman in uniform is nowhere to be seen! How very, very strange." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You slowly step back into your quarters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking a deep breath, you step back through the doorway. As you pass the invisible wall again, you see the room, once more, clean and tidy, with pink bedsheets. Now though, the woman is inside the room with you. She is in the middle of the room, with her back to you. The clipboard lies where she dropped it on the floor, and she has drawn a pistol. She looks left and right, examining her sleeping quarters, holding the gun carefully, ready to fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Please, don't shoot! I'm unarmed!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please, don't shoot! I'm unarmed!\" you say, as she swivels quickly to face you, pointing her gun in your face.\n\n\"Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?\" she demands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Your ship? This is my ship, lady! These are my sleeping quarters!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are you talking about? I've run this ship for six years, now!\" she says incredulously, waving the gun about in front of you.\n\n\"The Andromeda has been under my command for twelve years,\" you growl back at her, \"It was my father's ship before me, and I don't recall either him, or myself, selling it to anyone else!\"\n\n\"The Andromeda wasn't your father's ship - it was my father's ship!\" she shouts back at you, waving her gun some more. \"And it was my grandfather's ship before him, and my great-grandfather's before him!\"\n\nSomething crazy is going on, and your brain is hurting just trying to work it out. A suspicion is creeping into your mind. \"My name is Michael Dobson,\" you tell her, hoping an introduction, and an attempt at being diplomatic, might stop her waving the gun in your face. If it accidentally went off...\n\nHer jaw drops, \"No, it can't be...\" She shakes her head in disbelief, \"No, that was just a crazy tale, just mad talk - none of it could be true!\"\n\n\"None of what could be true?\" you ask, not sure you like the sudden change in her.\n\n\"My... My grandfather's name was Michael... My name is... I'm Susan Dobson,\" she says, looking you up and down, and inspecting you properly for the first time. She lowers the gun, then drops it forgotten to the floor.\n\n\"You're saying you're my granddaughter? That's crazy! That's...\" you realise that maybe it is not so crazy after all. Something has happened to your starship. What if something had happened half-way through the jump, and your ship was indeed stranded in the extra-dimension of Light Space. Who knows how your ship, or even you, might be affected. Could this location on your starship actually take you to another moment in time - somewhere into the future?\n\n\"Tell me, why would you think you were my granddaughter?\" you ask, softly.\n\nHer eyes glaze over, as she loses herself to memories, \"My grandfather used to tell wild tales. No one really believed him, and by the time I was born, he wouldn't talk about it. My mother, though, she said that my grandfather was in a starship accident once. He used to say that he met people from the past and the future. Everyone thought he was crazy, but other than that, he was perfectly normal. People said that the starship accident did something to him, and that's why he would make those wild claims. People said he was just dreaming, or drunk. Once though, before he died, he asked me a strange question... 'Remember when we were aboard the Andromeda together?' he asked me. I guess if he was you, then this, here and now, is what he was talking about. He said he would never have made it back if it wasn't for me...\"\n\n\"So, I obviously get out of here alive then,\" you say as much to yourself as to her. \"Karl and I made a starship jump, but we didn't appear at our destination - I think I'm still trapped inside of Light Space somehow. Strange things are happening as I move about my ship. When I step through that doorway, I'm back aboard my version of the ship, and this is my sleeping quarters, but when I step back in here, it's your sleeping quarters - somewhere in the future...\"\n\nSuddenly the ship shudders, and you both grab hold of furniture so you don't fall over.\n\n\"What was that?\" you both ask at the same time. Suddenly a warning klaxon blares through the ship.\n\n\"I've got to get to the bridge!\" she shouts, forgetting about you and the whole 'mixed-up time' issue. She rushes out the door and down the passage. Instinctively you rush out the door to follow her, and suddenly pass through that invisible wall again. She vanishes from sight as you step into the passageway - and back into your own time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You quickly go back into the sleeping quarters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly step back into your - that is, her - sleeping quarters. You can barely make out voices in the distance, probably your granddaughter and her co-pilot talking in the cockpit. You wonder what is going on. Then you hear the ship's computer's voice saying \"Intruder Alert! Closing All Doors!\"\n\nA light flashes above the door, and you realise that the ship's computer, in her future time era, is about to close and lock all the doors on her ship!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay inside your sleeping quarters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to stay put. The door slams shut, and clicks as the locking mechanism moves into place. You are now locked inside your granddaughter's sleeping quarters, at some point in the future... It feels weird, mostly because according to her, you died years ago. However, she said you made it out of the starship accident alive.\n\nHowever... You know many people have tried to understand and hypothesise over how time travel works, and wether there is but one timeline, or many branching off, depending on people's actions. You wonder if it is certain that you will survive, or if perhaps you will die, and your granddaughter will never have existed. Just trying to work out how time works begins to give you a headache, so you decide to focus on the present.\n\nThe computer said there were intruders aboard. That must have been what the shuddering of the ship had been - a pirate's starship docking with the Andromeda. If pirates had come aboard, they would try to kill everyone, so they could steal the ship and its cargo.\n\nAs you realise that, you also realise that you are now locked inside a room, with no way out unless someone breaks in from the outside, or your granddaughter has the computer unlock and open the doors. Then you notice a gun on the floor - the pistol your granddaughter lost!\n\nYou can use it to protect yourself, however, you realise she must now be unarmed, and unable to defend herself against the pirates! If you hadn't appeared out of nowhere and surprised her, she would still have her gun! You curse yourself and the predicament you are in.\n\n(Click on the gun to pick it up.)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly step back into your - that is, her - sleeping quarters. You can barely make out voices in the distance, probably your granddaughter and her co-pilot talking in the cockpit. You wonder what is going on. Then you hear the ship's computer's voice saying \"Intruder Alert! Closing All Doors!\"\n\nA light flashes above the door, and you realise that the ship's computer, in her future time era, is about to close and lock all the doors on her ship!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head back into the passageway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head back out into the passageway. Suddenly, that strange blurring phenomena takes place just in front of the cockpit door! The walls of the passageway around the doorway stretch out in lines of colour, twisting and blurring. Then the strange effect seems to move toward you, down the passage! In a few seconds, it will reach where you stand, beside the doors to your quarters, and Karl's quarters! You had best act fast!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You dive back into your quarters!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly dive through the doorway into your quarters, emerging through the 'time wall' into the future. You are once more inside your granddaughter's quarters. The intruder alarm is still ringing on her ship, and you hear another explosion as the pirates try to blast their way through the ship's interior hatches.\n\nYou are starting to freak out - if you step through the door, you will be back in your own time - but will the spatial warping, the blurring of matter that killed Karl, be waiting for you on the other side of the door? Yet, if you remain where you are, it will only be a matter of time before the pirates find this room. On top of that, what of your granddaughter? Is there some way you can help her? You remember her words - supposedly it is she who saves you, from being stranded in Light Space back in your own time... What can you do?\n\nThen you notice a gun on the floor - your granddaughter had dropped her gun! You quickly pick it up. (Click on it to pick it up)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head back out into the passageway. Suddenly, that strange blurring phenomena takes place just in front of the cockpit door! The walls of the passageway around the doorway stretch out in lines of colour, twisting and blurring. Then the strange effect seems to move toward you, down the passage! In a few seconds, it will reach where you stand, beside the doors to your quarters, and Karl's quarters! You had best act fast!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You quickly open the door to Karl's quarters!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slam the button by Karl's quarters' door with your fist, and the door slides open. On the other side of the doorway, there is no floor, no walls - no room! Just an endless expanse of pale white light... The twisting, stretching, blurring phenomena is almost upon you!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You dive back into your quarters!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly dive through the doorway into your quarters, emerging through the 'time wall' into the future. You are once more inside your granddaughter's quarters. The intruder alarm is still ringing on her ship, and you hear another explosion as the pirates try to blast their way through the ship's interior hatches.\n\nYou are starting to freak out - if you step through the door, you will be back in your own time - but will the spatial warping, the blurring of matter that killed Karl, be waiting for you on the other side of the door? Yet, if you remain where you are, it will only be a matter of time before the pirates find this room. On top of that, what of your granddaughter? Is there some way you can help her? You remember her words - supposedly it is she who saves you, from being stranded in Light Space back in your own time... What can you do?\n\nThen you notice a gun on the floor - your granddaughter had dropped her gun! You quickly pick it up. (Click on it to pick it up)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slam the button by Karl's quarters' door with your fist, and the door slides open. On the other side of the doorway, there is no floor, no walls - no room! Just an endless expanse of pale white light... The twisting, stretching, blurring phenomena is almost upon you!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You dive through the doorway to Karl's quarters! Maybe you will enter a different time period - one where his room exists?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You steel yourself for whatever may come, close your eyes, and thrust yourself through the doorway at the whiteness beyond!\n\nYou stumble forwards, and trip onto something soft and flat, about knee height. Tumbling onto it, you open your eyes again, and find yourself on top of Karl's bed. With a sigh of relief, you find yourself in Karl's quarters, though you have yet to determine if it is in the present, the past, or the future...\n\nTurning to look out the door, you can see the passageway fine. Opposite Karl's open doorway, you can see the door hatch to your own sleeping quarters, and it is closed shut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head back into the hallway, and hope the blurring phenomena has passed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take a deep breath, and step through the doorway, back into the passageway. To your relief, there is no blurring, twisting of physical matter, anywhere to be seen. The passageway appears normal - however, you are surprised to note that you are no longer at the forward end of the central passageway, instead, you have stepped into the rear end of the passageway. Looking behind you, you don't see the room you were in. Now, you see the door to the ship's galley, and beside you, at the rear end of the passageway, the large hatch that leads into the cargo bay area at the rear of the ship!\n\nThen, to your dismay, you see the strange warping phenomena bulge out from the middle of the passageway, between where you stand now, and where the doors to your quarters and Karl's are located at the other end of the passageway. The walls there twist and shear, blurring out into the air of the passageway, in coloured lines of light.\n\nFor a fearful moment, you watch it to see if the phenomena would move toward you, but the walls just swirl and shift through the air ten metres up the passageway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open the door to the ship's galley." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wonder what is behind the door to the ship's galley, since you got here by stepping out of sleeping quarters. Pressing the button beside the door, you watch the galley door swoosh open...\n\nThe galley is a large kitchen/storage area for the crew, with cupboards, dish cleaner, fridge, a table with two chairs, etc. However, the room is currently being pulled apart by two rugged, laughing men. The thick, muscular men look quite dangerous, as they open cupboards, pulling stuff out and tossing things about the room as they ransack the galley. Occassionally they stuff things into bags lying on the floor.\n\nSpace pirates! They're looting the ship! You can also hear the ship's Intruder Alarm blaring. That room must be in the future, in your granddaughter's era! You hope that the two pirates don't turn around and see you, as they are both holding large guns in one hand..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You quietly step into the room, behind them. Perhaps you can subdue them somehow?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you could grab a heavy object, and smash it over their heads, or something... You aren't completely sure what you will do, but you slowly, softly, walk into the galley behind the looting pirates. As you step through the doorway, you feel yourself passing through an invisible wall, and into their time - your granddaughter's time era, somewhere years into the future.\n\nHowever, seconds after stepping into the room, you hear a gasp behind you, and you spin around. Standing on the other side of the doorway, in the passageway (a copy of the passageway that exists in the future, in your granddaughter's time) you see another pirate! He is holding a rifle, and is pointing it at your chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leap towards him, back through the doorway, and hope you step back into your own time..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You leap toward him, and he instinctively takes a step backward, but as you pass through the doorway, he vanishes from in front of you. You are standing in an empty passageway again, back in your own time. However, through the open galley door, you hear the pirate, in that future era, cursing.\n\nTurning and looking back into the galley, you see a disgusting sight - the pirate steps through the doorway (in his own time era) into the galley, and as he passes through the doorway, you see him come into sight one layer at a time. You see his insides, his bones, as the front half of him passes through the doorway. Then he is fully through, and you see his back. He stands there, just a few steps in front of you, and you know that if he turns around, he won't see you. You don't exist in his time frame, this copy of the passageway you are standing in is in a different time!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You thrust your fist through the doorway, through the invisible wall and into his time, and smash him in the back of the head, hoping to knock him out!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pull your arm back, then thrust it forwards as hard as you can, smashing him in the back of the head. He stumbles forward, falling to the floor. His rifle slips from his hands to lay beside him. The pirate is unconscious on the floor just over a meter away from you, and the other two pirates have not noticed a thing - they still have their backs to you as they loot the galley!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You slowly step through the doorway, into their time era, and take the rifle the pirate dropped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hoping the noise of the Intruder Alarm will hide your footsteps, you slip through the doorway. You feel the strange sensation of passing through an invisible wall of water, then you are in their time era. You quickly reach down and grab the rifle!\n\n(Click on the rifle to pick it up)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you could grab a heavy object, and smash it over their heads, or something... You aren't completely sure what you will do, but you slowly, softly, walk into the galley behind the looting pirates. As you step through the doorway, you feel yourself passing through an invisible wall, and into their time - your granddaughter's time era, somewhere years into the future.\n\nHowever, seconds after stepping into the room, you hear a gasp behind you, and you spin around. Standing on the other side of the doorway, in the passageway (a copy of the passageway that exists in the future, in your granddaughter's time) you see another pirate! He is holding a rifle, and is pointing it at your chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You raise your hands and surrender to the pirate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You raise your hands, but he pulls the trigger. A hail of bullets blasts through your chest, sending your body flying backwards, twisting and jerking to the floor.\n\n\"One crewman down,\" the pirate laughs, as you gasp for breath, choking on blood. Then, as you die, you see something strange happening. The pirate and the ship around him begin to go transparent. You see him looking confused, and panicking, but then your eyes close, and everything goes dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wonder what is behind the door to the ship's galley, since you got here by stepping out of sleeping quarters. Pressing the button beside the door, you watch the galley door swoosh open...\n\nThe galley is a large kitchen/storage area for the crew, with cupboards, dish cleaner, fridge, a table with two chairs, etc. However, the room is currently being pulled apart by two rugged, laughing men. The thick, muscular men look quite dangerous, as they open cupboards, pulling stuff out and tossing things about the room as they ransack the galley. Occassionally they stuff things into bags lying on the floor.\n\nSpace pirates! They're looting the ship! You can also hear the ship's Intruder Alarm blaring. That room must be in the future, in your granddaughter's era! You hope that the two pirates don't turn around and see you, as they are both holding large guns in one hand..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the pirates alone, and try opening the cargo bay hatch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pirates, being in a different time period to the passageway, can not harm you. You decide to make a move to the cargo bay. You press the button beside the hatch - but nothing happens. It makes noises like it is trying to open, but is locked - yet looking at it from this side, there is no lock mechanism in place.\n\nYou suspect one possible explanation, perhaps the other side of the door is in a different time frame - one where the door is locked, and somehow the door on your side is being influenced by that. Whatever the explanation, the door is not opening when you press the button...\n\nYou look back up the passageway, and the wall about half-way is still warped and twisting out into the air. There's no going back to the front of the ship. You look through the galley doorway again. The two pirates are still looting the place, and the noise from the Intruder Alarm blares at you through the doorway, from your granddaughter's time era." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You quietly step into the room, behind them. Perhaps you can subdue them somehow?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you could grab a heavy object, and smash it over their heads, or something... You aren't completely sure what you will do, but you slowly, softly, walk into the galley behind the looting pirates. As you step through the doorway, you feel yourself passing through an invisible wall, and into their time - your granddaughter's time era, somewhere years into the future.\n\nHowever, seconds after stepping into the room, you hear a gasp behind you, and you spin around. Standing on the other side of the doorway, in the passageway (a copy of the passageway that exists in the future, in your granddaughter's time) you see another pirate! He is holding a rifle, and is pointing it at your chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take a deep breath, and step through the doorway, back into the passageway. To your relief, there is no blurring, twisting of physical matter, anywhere to be seen. The passageway appears normal - however, you are surprised to note that you are no longer at the forward end of the central passageway, instead, you have stepped into the rear end of the passageway. Looking behind you, you don't see the room you were in. Now, you see the door to the ship's galley, and beside you, at the rear end of the passageway, the large hatch that leads into the cargo bay area at the rear of the ship!\n\nThen, to your dismay, you see the strange warping phenomena bulge out from the middle of the passageway, between where you stand now, and where the doors to your quarters and Karl's are located at the other end of the passageway. The walls there twist and shear, blurring out into the air of the passageway, in coloured lines of light.\n\nFor a fearful moment, you watch it to see if the phenomena would move toward you, but the walls just swirl and shift through the air ten metres up the passageway." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Horror", "Post-Apocalyptic" ]

[ 305, 196, 173, 134, 57, 24, 16, 35 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: horror\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Contest Entry, Horror, Post-Apocalyptic\nUse this as a starting point: 2015 Competition entry.\nYou are in a post apocalyptic world desperately trying to keep yourself going by searching the crumbled ruins of what used to be, hell you don't know, just some huge city that used to be important. You know you have a goal now to get across the city to an area you heard a survivor talk about before they died, lots of people there, a whole community of survivors. So now all you think about it reaching it. The only trouble is surviving long enough to get there yourself.\nSomething I must say here is that I have entered this right before the deadline and made it the best I could given the time restrictions however this is far from finished. It will most likely be riddled with spelling and grammar errors and there is even a distinct possibility of a page being linked wrong. If so I am sorry, however I said I would write something playable by the deadline and while it falls so far short of my own standards that it actually hurts to hit the publish button I feel that I have to.\nSome paths might appear to rail-road you or kill you off prematurely, this is sadly because I was unable to finish them or they were the openings to newer arcs and had to be severed to have something to publish without broken end links.\nI shall work on this story over the coming months and republish it later once it is finished. for reference this is at most roughly 1/3 of the final game plan...\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open your eyes and see the sun out of the open window. You watch it for a second trying to feel its heat on your body but after a moment you give up. Its winter and its perpetually cold here anyway. You get up and wander over to take in the view, you've been staying in this room for a while now. Your not sure exactly how long but it feels like around 5 months, long enough to become used to it at least.\n\nYou lean out through the window and take in the sights, There are still some skyscrapers to the east looking in good condition, the stadium to the North isn't doing so well though, the roof has caved in and taken a small part of the wall down with it. Looking around you get a sense of general decay, between the points of interest are just fields of broken buildings and rubble. You know the couple of decades since the infection couldn't have done it alone so you decided it was the military. They had actually held out for years with relatively few casualties before it became airborne, after that it was chaos for a time until a 'vaccine' was found and sent world wide in an attempt to end the spread of the infection.\n\nYou take one last look around then head for the door. You picked this room since it not only had a working lock on the door but actually had glass in the window, seemed like a nice touch of normality. Sadly the food has run out and you've scavenged the entire surrounding area until nothing is left, you have to move on. At least now you have a destination. Just last week you had found a decrepit old survivor mumbling to themselves in a fever and learned that somewhere to the far east past the skyscrapers there is a thriving colony, THOUSANDS of people actually living and forming a good community. The dying old man didn't have much of value but at least you got enough food to keep you full until now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Down the Stairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head down the stairs to check on your trap. Its a simple pitfall at the base of the stairs but it's sometimes good enough to catch a wild animal or two. Sadly no such luck today. Seems like the dead have finally managed to make the city free from even rats now.\n\nYou start heading for the door when you hear a small sound outside, just a piece of wood being disturbed but your senses are attuned to listening for these things. Your now stuck, there is a back door but you don't keep it or the alleyways back there clear so just about anything could have moved in, however your pretty sure there is something out the front doors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Front Door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sling your pack over your shoulder and take out your metal baseball bat before edging slowly closer to the door, you need to know what's out there. It could just be a shambler who is about as dangeous as a child unless they are in a large pack. Then again it could be one of the other types. The Fast types are tricky to handle if not too smart. The mutant types, animals who got directly infected, are very dangerous. The Crazies, humans who got the vaccine too late or were bitten after getting it, they retain some semblance of intelligence but only that of a stupid flesh craved psychopath. Then theres the 'Heralds' or 'Harbingers', Nicknamed as the 'Harbingers of the apocalypse', they look nearly completely human but the infection somehow bonded with them making them stronger and faster than normal humans while retaining all of their intelligence, of course they still feed on living and partly decayed flesh, you avoid them at all costs.\n\nOnce you get close you very slowly open the door a crack and peek out. Nothing immediately visible, your going to have to open it and look properly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Outside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slowly open the door until its wide enough for you to fit through the gap, you have your bat ready and slip out into the sun. You carefully look around as you creep into the street, still nothing...\n\nYou hear the noise from behind you and whirl around to see something stepping out of a pile of rubbish very close to the door you just came out of.\n\nYou panic for a moment and consider just running away as fast as you can... when you see it more clearly.\n\nIt wasn't hiding to ambush you, it's just a shambler. The slowest and least dangerous of all the undead. It was probably lying in that heap for days and only moved because of you walking nearby. You walk up to it and even take the time to do a little impression of a pro-hitter before a single clean strike caves its skull right in and it crumples into a heap on the ground. You briefly reminisce about when the outbreak first happened and it would take several hits to the head to stop them, but now you're a lot stronger and faster than an average human and sport a physique that would have belonged to a professional athlete... if there were any left alive in this messed up world.\n\nYou wipe your bat clean then begin walking East to the cross-roads a couple hundred yards away, your kill-count on shamblers must be over a hundred by now but you lost count somewhere in the fifties.\n\nYou now face the choice of which way to go.\n\nYou intend to reach the far east side of the city and investigate if the survivors are real however the skyscraper district was the most inhabited before the plague hit, which means it still is, only with less welcoming residents. To the North you could head up to the area around the stadium, some people tried to make a stand there and thinned out the undead but there isn't much in the way of food there since they were overwhelmed leaving the area stripped clean. South could probably take you along the highway to the suburbs which has a mixed chance of food and dangerous monsters.\n\nDeciding on the North as the safest choice for now you go that way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heading North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You jog a couple of blocks North before finding a large blockade of crashed rusted cars, you know the area fairly well and slip into a side alley to bypass it, cutting North again through the first intersecting alley.\n\nYou quickly make it out onto a main road again when you realize something is moving pretty close by to the east, you carefully edge up to a car and climb it to get a clear view. There's one of the wandering hordes that frequent the area working its way down the road. They look like mostly shamblers, but you never know.\n\nThe other directions look clear leaving you the choice of heading into another ally North, heading down the road West and trying to loop around on a different road or fighting your way through the mob to the east, looks like 6 of them spread out on the road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "North, back into the alleyways" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're already heading North so why not continue and see what the old stadium district has to offer? The alleyways always have a chance of hiding a lurking undead but at least you're not out in the open and visible to anyone who wants to look.\n\nYou easily slip through several alleyways before hearing a noise behind a closed door. Listening closely you hear some mumbling. mumbling can be very good or very bad. It means it isn't a full undead, so you've either located a survivor or a crazy, theres always a small chance its a harbinger but you highly doubt one would be hiding out in a dingy alley in this area.\n\nOf course you could just bypass it and not take the risk, keeping nice and quiet you can easily slip past and maybe even make the stadium district by nightfall. Then again finding an actual survivor is never to be passed up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take it Slow and Careful as you Open the Door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You carefully test the door and almost have it open enough to slip inside when the hinges squeak, this also causes the mumbling to suddenly stop. Well its took late to go back so you quickly open the door the rest of the way and duck in, moving quickly to the side incase of gunshots.\n\nNothing happens and you aren't hearing movement so whatever was in here is now hiding. You edge forward and take in you surroundings. A dingy small damp room with equipment caged all along the far wall and piles of trash and random looking objects strewn everywhere. Some sort of access room for the air-con of the building behind it you think to yourself as you ready your bat.\n\nYou decide that the careful friendly approach might work best since you can't see anyone in the room \"Is someone there?\" you softly call out. Theres silence for a few moments before you hear a quiet chuckle from the pile of trah nearest your left side.\n\n\"Thats just great, its a crazy after all.\" you think to yourself. You ready your bat and carefully walk forward until your just past the pile when they jump out at you, bursting into a loud gleeful cackle as they swing their pipe at your head. Luckily this is just what you were counting on and as they jump you spin and land a solid blow to their ribs, sending them crashing to the floor.\n\nYou move to check if they were really a crazy or just a traumatized survivor but you see dried blood around their mouth and they are still trying to get up to attack with shattered ribs so either way they just need to be put down.\n\nYou're kind and finish it quickly and cleanly before checking the room and body, packing some food for later and heading back out. \"Only a crazy but hey, I have more food in my pack now than I did before so I count a win.\" you think to yourself as you head further North." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Night in the Northern Alleys" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You travel until dusk is well underway before trying to locate a good place to rest, the ground is dangerous as the monster types are more active during the dark hours this close to the city centre but its difficult to find secure high up rooms since they are usually magnets for the walkers and crazies.\n\nTheres a nice building up ahead though, maybe an old hotel. You can se the fire escape is still standing and could use it to get into an upper room or you could see about the basement and lock yourself into a secure area there since basements usually have nice heavy doors and solid walls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hotel basement for the Night" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The basement is closer and a solid door should hold off anything that comes by, you can always rely on the stupidity of shamblers so even if they follow you, they can't tell the difference between a door and a wall if you keep quiet.\n\nYou force the lock on the entrance door and head down a short flight of stairs and through another door at the bottom to find yourself in a small square room with the buildings power and heating equipment in it. nothing is working so you wont have to worry about the noise at least.\n\nYou close both doors then use the two wooden pallets you find to lightly barricade the inner door. looking around you find the rest of the room completely empty so lay down your sheet and begin to rest for the night.\n\nIts not too long before you hear the howling some distance off and reach for your bat. Howling means mutant types and most likely dogs, your really don't want to fight a dog pack again. Last time you did that nearly nearly left you ripped into pieces and eaten.\n\nYou hold your breath but when the howl is heard again its much closer, close enough to be on your scent. You swear and jump to your feet, you can make a mad dash outside and try and get somewhere up high where they can't follow or you hope they pass you by/the doors hold out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run for higher ground" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab your things and wrench the flimsy barricade away from the door before sprinting outside, the howling is loud enough now that you're certain they are after you. Seeing a lumbering mass of teeth and muscle turn into the alleyway from the South just confirms your fears as you sprint up the fire escape, pulling the bottom section up after you. You know that the virus has made the dogs stronger faster and much much more dangerous than they were before so you keep sprinting up the fire escape only pausing briefly to see what is coming after you.\n\nIts hard to see in the dark but theres defiantly 3 or 4 smaller shadows following the larger one and they are moving at speed now towards the building. You resume sprinting until you close to the roof which you find is a single ladder to the top. You scramble up then lean over the edge to see what is going on below.\n\nYou see a lot of movement punctuated by barks and yelps when you think you make out one of the dogs leaping off a dumpster onto the fire escape, it creaks lower under its weight allowing more to jump on and within seconds its on the ground with the dogs surging up after you.\n\nYou stand and ready your bat. You assume the big one is the alpha and wont be able to jump high enough to reach you due to all the muscle it carries, you think it must weigh as much a a small car. The smaller ones however could probably get up to you if they were persistent so you going to have to fend them off.\n\nYou glance round the rest of the roof and see no movement so prepare for the attack.\n\nThe first dog to reach the top it pretty lithe compared to the others meaning it still looks like a Doberman on steroids and makes a jump at you, scrabbling at the ladder to try and get purchase. its head lines up nicely at your waist height and you meet it with a solid blow to the skull crashing it down onto its companions as they arrive. They ignore it and all start jumping at you keeping you fully occupied taking swings at them as they start to get purchase on the roof but not landing any more definitive hits.\n\nYour starting to get concerned when you hear glass smashing and see several windows are being broken out by undead inside. the dogs quickly loose interest in you in favor of the easier option of readily available food and launch into an all out attack on the shamblers trying to get out towards the noise.\n\nYou take the opportunity to rest and watch the fight unfold. The Shamblers are clearly just trying to reach the source of the noise while the dogs are actively attacking and trying to rip them apart. The shamblers only seem to fight back after an attack is aimed at them specifically, ignoring the others being taken down.\n\nThe mutants do easily the most damage at first, tearing several undead completely apart before they get too frenzied and start lashing out in all directions. One leaps in through the window and you hear lots of barking and growling before finally growing quiet and a shambler missing its left arm drags itself through the window. \"One got itself overwhelmed\" you think to yourself. You see another getting its rear leg bitten into by a shambler on the ground and hear the snap of the bone breaking before it pulled it away but it stays up and fighting until the huge muscled mutant and last smaller one tore the last of the shamblers apart.\n\nYou watch the three surviving dogs feast on the shamblers before heading back down the fire escape and disappearing South again out of the alleyway.\n\nYou finally relax and rest until first light when you head down into the alley again and start off North, you've got to be within a few hours of the stadium district now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into the stadium district" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can tell by the changing architecture that you are nearing the stadium, just a few hours walking at most before you'll reach it. You aren't too confident about finding food and supplies there but between the holdouts and the military trying to keep the stadium safe, as a refuge you think there shouldn't be many dead up here. They do wander, though but you get the odd impression that they never wander too far from where they died, circling endlessly for months before their flesh gives up and they become prey for the others.\n\nAs you get closer you begin to see the signs of battle everywhere, buildings collapsed, old craters, and burnt out cars. They had lasted a really long time in that stadium. You never went too close yourself but you occasionally saw the lights and the signs from tall buildings or when you were scavenging nearby.\n\nOver-confidence had been their end, just as you had predicted. Their regimented daily armored patrols, scavenging squads and clearance teams had, over the years, given way to weekly lightly armed excursions and missed guard duties. Their initial efforts probably cleared 95% of the infected in the area so they rarely if ever spotted one.\n\nYou heard from a few survivors you ran into right after what had happened.\n\n\"The patrols were just for show and guards rarely bothered to turn up to their shifts by the end. One patrol team went out to do a mix of scavenging and clearing but they were all young had no idea what the early days were like. They went right inside some store on the outskirts of their territory without even checking for infected. A couple got bit when they found a shambler in a locked office. One turned right away and took two more down because they weren't ready to kill their friends. The two survivors finished the rest off and headed back to the stadium with their tails between their legs and covered with gore. Of course they immediately brought back all the old rules and regulations about ensuring the guard was always there and sending out veterans with the new kids but it was too late, one of the survivors had ingested some splattered blood during the fight and turned a few days later, sadly into a fast bugger. Went on a rampage biting everyone it saw. The people panicked and ran for the roof but it had been neglected for years and a strut failed, bringing the entire thing down, including part of the wall. Between the panic, the dead and the spreading infected inside it was all over and the survivors scattered and ran. No idea where they came from but a large number of dead swarmed them, as if they had been hiding and waiting all that time just to appear at the worst moment. Most probably died in the first few days to the infected or mutants.\"\n\nYou keep going as far as you can but the alleys become tighter and clogged with debris, you can keep to the alleys and clamber through them carefully to keep a low profile or you can head out to the main streets and move quickly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep to the Alleys and move carefully" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Keep to the alleys and clamber through them carefully to keep a low profile\n\nYou don't want to risk getting fully exposed right now and decide to risk the alley ways. You make difficult progress at first and have to slow your pace a lot. The alleys are half blocked with trash and even the occasional human remains. Finally you start to find entire alleys blocked by rubble from collapsed buildings and have to climb over it all. It's not as if you find this level of exercise difficult or anything but the more you climb and clamber over rubble and trash, the more chance of you stumbling right into infected.\n\nUnfortunately this is exactly what happens as you climb over a rubble pile a few minutes later. you just reach the top of the pile which is roughly level with the first floor of the buildings either side when a shambler lurches out from the building to the side and tries to grab you.\n\nYou manage to shove it away and avoid its bite but now you aren't in the best position." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You bash it with a bat then continue, it's just one shambler afterall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bash its head in then continue, one shambler won't even slow you down.\n\nYou sling your bat out of your belt loop and dispatch the shambler with a brutal efficiency, no time for playing around right now. You quickly wipe your bat off on its shirt and continue climbing down the rubble pile on the other side.\n\n\"Got to pick up the pace a little.\" You think to yourself as you climb the next rubble pile, trying to be more prepared of surprises. You are however getting the impression that the rubble is too regular to be an accident. \"Must have been the holdouts trying to block the infected and funnel them\" you decide as you continue.\n\nIt's only a short time later when climbing a particularly steep pile that the fast type makes an appearance. Normally you can outpace a single one, but halfway up the rubble it comes leaping down at you from above and manages to latch onto your arm before your punches knock it free and you finish it with several good blows with the bat.\n\n\"Gorram thing ripped my arm open!\" you complain to the air, and indeed you now have an obvious bite wound to the flesh of your left arm which needs binding up.\n\nYou pause there to bandage it quickly with strips of cloth. It's not nearly the worst wound you've had and so long as you keep eating enough you heal fast. After a brief pause you continue without further incident until you climb the last rubble pile and see the Stadium ahead of you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Approaching the stadium" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now what?\" you mumble to yourself as you look around. The streets behind you are either completely clear or blocked entirely by rubble. \"Probably the hold outs work.\" you think. The area in front has barricades and ditches leading up the stadium seemingly to prevent groups or vehicles from getting close.\n\n\"Guess forward is the best option if I want to get inside that ruin, all the buildings around here are rubble so not much else around.\" You decide that your only choices are to try and get inside the stadium or bypass it North, either way you're going to have to cross some barricades so you might as well take a closer look\n\nScout out the stadium carefully" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You scout the area out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin slowly approaching the stadium, checking every ditch and barricade before crossing them, just incase there are any more surprises lurking there. You make relatively quick progress and are halfway through the blockades when you hear something ahead.\n\nYou quickly pause and hunker down, taking your time to look ahead to try and locate source of the noise. If your hearing wasn't so good and you weren't being so careful you know you would have missed it entirely.\n\nThere doesn't seem to be anything close by and the area right in front of the stadium doors is flat and cleared so nothing there. You are about to put the noise up to your own paranoia when you catch a glimpse of movement on a balcony over the door. There's a man lying on it, watching you through a rifle scope.\n\n\"Gorramit, this place isn't deserted and now they have me scoped before I can find out what's happening.\" You mumble to yourself. The man with the gun however has clearly realized he was spotted and stands up, along with 2 others to call out to you.\n\n\"We know you spotted us so you may as well come out now. Move slowly into the open area in front of the stadium and show us that you aren't an infected and there will be no problems.\"\n\nYou've been through this drill before, you show you aren't an infected and they lower the guns. You get inside with the survivors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Might as well go along with it again since they haven't fired yet and your currently goal is to find survivors after all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You know the drill so you may as well go along with it and get inside with the survivors to scout it out at least.\n\nYou carefully finish getting through the barricades as they assure you that there are no infected ahead and reach the open ground below them. \"Right, drop the weapon and show us your skin!\" They call down. You lay the bat and your pack down and even start undoing your shirt before remembering that you have a large bite wound on your arm that really isn't going to go over well with the men holding the guns. You have little choice left now and finish taking off the shirt revealing your skin and the rough bandage on your left arm to the men above.\n\nQuite predictably you hear the guns being cocked above you. \"What's the bandage for friend?\" You hear called down in a distinctly unfriendly tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Can lie about it and just say it was a cut. You aren't showing any other signs to make them suspicious after all" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie about it and claim you cut it climbing the debris in the alleyways, no point in telling them about the infected biting you. \"When I was climbing through the alleyways back there I lost my footing and injured it on some old broken pipe. So I bound it up, as you can see I can still talk normally and show no symptoms! I've taken the vaccine after all!\"\n\nThey quietly confer and lower their guns slightly, so far so good. \"Alright, the rest of your skins clear and the right color and you can talk normally. The vaccine doesn't always protect from direct exposure so can't be too careful. Just show the wound then we can let you inside.\"\n\nYou pause and try and think of a way out of showing it but there isn't much option here. You slip your shirt back on and roll the sleeve up before taking the bandage off. You try and think quickly about what to say if they challenge your story but you are suddenly stopped short.\n\nYou hear the loud crack at the same moment as you feel your clavicle disintegrate as if hit by a professional boxer, unfortunately you feel the damage continuing inside, finding when you try to breath, blood comes out of your mouth instead.\n\nYou collapse back and vaguely hear the man arguing before everything turns black.\n\n\"He lied; it's a bite, look at it!\"\n\n\"He has no symptoms you idiot, he's probably immune and was just wor…\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You know the drill so you may as well go along with it and get inside with the survivors to scout it out at least.\n\nYou carefully finish getting through the barricades as they assure you that there are no infected ahead and reach the open ground below them. \"Right, drop the weapon and show us your skin!\" They call down. You lay the bat and your pack down and even start undoing your shirt before remembering that you have a large bite wound on your arm that really isn't going to go over well with the men holding the guns. You have little choice left now and finish taking off the shirt revealing your skin and the rough bandage on your left arm to the men above.\n\nQuite predictably you hear the guns being cocked above you. \"What's the bandage for friend?\" You hear called down in a distinctly unfriendly tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You own up but point out that you have taken the vaccine and bites don't affect you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No Point in lying about it now.\n\nYou call up to them carefully, preparing to run if needed.\n\n\"Firstly I've had the vaccine and had bites before with no affect. It's a bite wound, from a fast bugger back in the alleyways. I'm not hiding anything!\"\n\nYou see one of the men react and take aim at you, you're about to dodge when the one who is clearly in charge swats his gun to the side and the shot misses you by a few feet. \"Put that gun down you idiot, what the hell you think you're doing?\" he shouts\n\n\"He's been bit! He admitted it!\" the man replies clearly panicked.\n\n\"And he has no symptoms, he also has been bitten before and no reaction so obviously the vaccine works for him. Are you mentally challenged or something?\"\n\nHe turns back to you. \"Sorry about that, he's just a little panicky at the moment even if he knows full well the vaccine protects some people from all exposure, even bites. We are letting you in, but be warned; you're being quarantined until we can be sure.\"\n\nYou collect your things and head inside. \"So the vaccine protects some people from bites as well as the airborne strain but others get infected by it regardless. Good to know.\" You think as you head inside and find more guns pointed your way.\n\n\"Seems your skin is the right color, you can still bleed and still talk but you've been bitten. It's a few days in our quarantine for you my friend.\" One of them says to you.\n\nYou quickly find yourself in a locked room in some basement area where you stay undisturbed until you judge its night time, a lamp on the outside wall giving some light through the door's window. A soldier finally arrives to take a look at the wound. \"Don't worry mate, I'm a military doctor so I'm just here to take a look at that bite of yours.\" He says as you let him take the bandage off and put a fresh proper one on it. \"There, got it wrapped up properly now, I thought you said you just got it in the alleyway, it looks at least a couple of days of healing there?\"\n\nYou think quickly. \"Oh I got it in the alleys, just not today, I've been clambering around in there for days now, I had no idea anyone was left here so I've been slowly making my way as I scavenge.\"\n\nYou watch his face and it seems he buys it. \"Yeh, after the collapse almost everyone died or fled. Some of us are back now and making a new start. Well back in a day or two to make sure you haven't gone crazy on us or anything. Longest I ever heard before a man turned was 3 days, and he just became a crazy so if you're still you when you see me next I'll get you outa here.\"\n\nYou're left a tray of food as the door is once more locked. And a few more hours pass with no noise outside the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time to break out of here, you're stronger than most and a few good charges will bust the door wide open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's no way you're staying locked up in here, not when you're close to a perfect food source that will last you months, you're hungers back again stronger than ever for some reason too. Time to act on it!\n\nYou get yourself prepared and listen at the door but hear nothing there; you back off and charge the door with your shoulder. You feel it crack but it's not open yet. You back off and try again, this time smashing through as the bolts give way.\n\nYou're just about to congratulate yourself on your own strength when the shouting catches your attention. Guards are coming down the stairs just 20 feet to your right. Seems smashing a door open makes a lot of noise.\n\nYou sprint at them and catch them off guard near the base of the steps, they clearly didn't expect your speed or strength as you punch one in the chest, feeling his ribs crack.\n\nThe others react better, trying to raise their guns. You move quickly and swat one to the side, punching the guy in the throat before spinning on the last guard. You can see in his eyes that he just simply want prepared to fight anything as fast or strong as you as he fires and misses right before you kill him too.\n\nYou quickly ensure they are all dead and are about to leave when your hunger gets the better of you and you take a moment to grab one of the men's knives to hack a chunk of flesh off which you eat ravenously.\n\nAs soon as you have eaten and your hunger subsides your senses return somewhat. \"What am I doing? I can't waste time eating here when more guards will be coming.\" You think. You glance around but the tunnel is blocked off at the other end and the only way is up the stairs. You can also already hear a lot of guards up there shouting and cocking weapons for you.\n\n\"Bloody hungers gotten me killed, guess that bite did have some affect after all.\"\n\nYou back off, trying to think of a plan when the new guards arrive. At least a dozen with guns, all ready to fire and pointed your way. Once they see what's happened they simple swear and some look like they are about to fire when one man steps a little forward and raises a hand.\n\n\"HOLD!\" he looks behind to ensure the men obey before turning back to you. \"SO you smashed through a solid door, killed three armed guards and ate some of their flesh, all while not acting crazy. Welcome to our holdout harbinger.\"\n\nThe men all start swearing and some are clearly getting itchy trigger fingers despite the hold order.\n\nYou finally reply. \"Well this isn't exactly how I wanted to be found out but getting bitten earlier today seemed to send my hunger into overdrive. But yes I am indeed a harbinger, I usually only get to tell people before they die rather than before I do but I guess I had a good run and ate my fair share of people\" you end with a bit of a grin, awaiting the bullets.\n\n\"Oh you won't die so easily.\" The Capt. Replies. You are about to question him when he gives the order to shoot your knees and elbows. It seems like every man there was just waiting for the chance and you feel you limbs practically disintegrate from all the shots.\n\n\"Bind the wounds and retrain him, we have experiments to conduct.\" You hear as you lose consciousness.\n\nYou survive the experiments for several weeks due to your advanced healing and innate strength before your mind and body finally give out to the torture, it seems they found out little of use, but many of them defiantly felt better as they tortured you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No Point in lying about it now.\n\nYou call up to them carefully, preparing to run if needed.\n\n\"Firstly I've had the vaccine and had bites before with no affect. It's a bite wound, from a fast bugger back in the alleyways. I'm not hiding anything!\"\n\nYou see one of the men react and take aim at you, you're about to dodge when the one who is clearly in charge swats his gun to the side and the shot misses you by a few feet. \"Put that gun down you idiot, what the hell you think you're doing?\" he shouts\n\n\"He's been bit! He admitted it!\" the man replies clearly panicked.\n\n\"And he has no symptoms, he also has been bitten before and no reaction so obviously the vaccine works for him. Are you mentally challenged or something?\"\n\nHe turns back to you. \"Sorry about that, he's just a little panicky at the moment even if he knows full well the vaccine protects some people from all exposure, even bites. We are letting you in, but be warned; you're being quarantined until we can be sure.\"\n\nYou collect your things and head inside. \"So the vaccine protects some people from bites as well as the airborne strain but others get infected by it regardless. Good to know.\" You think as you head inside and find more guns pointed your way.\n\n\"Seems your skin is the right color, you can still bleed and still talk but you've been bitten. It's a few days in our quarantine for you my friend.\" One of them says to you.\n\nYou quickly find yourself in a locked room in some basement area where you stay undisturbed until you judge its night time, a lamp on the outside wall giving some light through the door's window. A soldier finally arrives to take a look at the wound. \"Don't worry mate, I'm a military doctor so I'm just here to take a look at that bite of yours.\" He says as you let him take the bandage off and put a fresh proper one on it. \"There, got it wrapped up properly now, I thought you said you just got it in the alleyway, it looks at least a couple of days of healing there?\"\n\nYou think quickly. \"Oh I got it in the alleys, just not today, I've been clambering around in there for days now, I had no idea anyone was left here so I've been slowly making my way as I scavenge.\"\n\nYou watch his face and it seems he buys it. \"Yeh, after the collapse almost everyone died or fled. Some of us are back now and making a new start. Well back in a day or two to make sure you haven't gone crazy on us or anything. Longest I ever heard before a man turned was 3 days, and he just became a crazy so if you're still you when you see me next I'll get you outa here.\"\n\nYou're left a tray of food as the door is once more locked. And a few more hours pass with no noise outside the door." } ]

[ "CYOA Movie", "Post-Apocalyptic", "Previously Featured", "Socially Important" ]

[ 278, 98, 149, 67, 45, 13, 14, 30 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category: edutainment Story elements: Post-Apocalyptic \nRule 1: Unless your story is at least 100 pages long you shouldn't divide it into parts and pay some attention to choosing the correct Maturity, Difficulty and Tags for your story.\nAs I happen to be on holiday for the first time in about 900 years I've managed to write a little story game offering some examples I've brainstormed or seen recently in badly-written stories of how not to write. Like it's older cousin, The Land of Bad Writing, this story uses examples of bad writing as a way of showing how not to write and I don't have any one story in mind particularly in writing this, just practitioners of bad writing in general.\nI've decided to base this story on Pokemon for no other reason than the fact Fan Fiction requires less creativity than most other styles of writing and because Pokemon reminds me of when I was a little Will11 and I, my ten brothers (all coincidently called Will as well) and my nine sisters (the Wilmas 1 to 9) would gather behind the nuclear waste and anthrax testing facility in the woods outside our little trailer park called Asbetos to trade black market Pokemon cards for Plutonium with a mixture of Gypsies, Elves and the Dutch... basically I'm writing about Pokemon because I'm feeling a little Nostalgic today :D\n(Rule 1.5: Don't write lengthy and pointless descriptions offering fake autobiographies to your readers).\n As the masterful storyteller, it's your duty to transport the user into a realm of your making, where they're at the heart of every twist and turn. We're in this for the long haul: each of your replies should significantly propel the story forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pokémon - I Choose You!\"[2] (ãƒÂケモンï¼Âãã¿ã«ãã'ãŸï¼Â Pokémon! Kimi ni Kimeta!?) is the first episode of the first season of the Pokémon anime series. It was first broadcast in Japan on April 1, 1997 and was first broadcast in the United States on September 8, 1998.\n\nIn the episode, Ash Ketchum gets his Pokémon journey off to a rough start when he receives his first Pokémon, the reluctant Pikachu.\n\nAsh Ketchum is about to receive his very first Pokémon from Professor Oak. At the age of ten, boys and girls like Ash can get the license to become Pokémon trainers. On the day he is supposed to get his first Pokémon, Ash accidentally breaks his alarm clock and oversleeps.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You boot up your computer to see if there is anything interesting inside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yoyo go over to your computator and press dah buttons. The screen lits up with a glim. You have a poton in your MC, praising the batons you get the potion out of your ABC. Twirling your PC off you go down the stars to talk to your monster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go downstairs and see your Mother" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You see your Mum, she was sitting at the table thinking about how her life will be different now you are leaving today. You walked over, sitting next to her and think about what to say.\n\n\"Mum, I just want to say thank you for all the things you have done, things you are doing and things you are going to do that have helped me and will help me on my Pokemon Quest,\" you declare.\n\n\"Oh Angel,\" your Mother exclaimed sadly. \"You know this will always be your home, unless I sell it and moved to Las Vegas to fulfill my childhood dream of working as a go-go dancer while you are gone. You will always be in my heart, in my brain and any other organs of future significance. Go now, go found Professor Oak and live what you dreamt.\"\n\nRising to your feet you went out the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pallet Town" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are in Pallet Town, you have lived your whole life here so you know exactly what it is like.\n\nWhere do you go first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "To your Rival Gary's House" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have always liked your rival Gary's sister Daisy Oak a little.\n\nYou don't know what it is but everything she does she does perfectly: when she walks she looks like Botticelli's Aphrodite coming out of the sea, when she scratches her nose your heart does somersaults inside you (occasionally causing near-fatal internal bleeding and minor strokes) and even when gas escapes from her in a backwards direction it sounds as though choirs of angels have just started singing Mozart's Hallelujah chorus. In short your are rather fond of her but for some reason or another have never managed to tell her. Maybe today you will.\n\nYou ring the doorbell and Daisy answers the door wearing only a white gauze dressing gown. The sight of her bare neck and clavicle proves too much for you and you perform two standing somersaults on the spot followed by the splits and a Michael Jacksonesque cry (something like \"owwwww\").\n\n\"What's up Daisy,\" you say casually to her as you lean against the door frame, misjudge the position of your target and topple sideways, disappearing into a bed of stinging nettles and poison ivy.\n\n\"Oh Ash, you're so funny,\" Daisy says, her cleavage (which is deep enough to conceal a small submarine) and perky breasts being revealed a little further as the wind whips at the skinny dressing gown, which barely covers her small, slender body. As you emerge from the thorns spitting caterpillars out of your mouth you are quite literally praying for a hurricane.\n\n\"Gary's at Professor Oak's Lab waiting for you,\" Daisy tells you.\n\nSomething inside you screams that this is the moment to tell her your feelings, to forsake your quest for Pokemon in favor of pleasures of the flesh, to drop to one knee and promise you will devote the rest of your life to raising a small family of little Oaks right here with her, even though Pallet Town makes Amish communities look metropolitan and futuristic. As you stare into her eyes and she turns to one side to elegantly spit chewing tobacco twelve feet directly into a waste paper bin you finally find your voice.\n\n\"Thanks Daisy. I guess I'll go over to the Lab then.\"\n\nYou turn away, Daisy shuts the door and inside you silently curse yourself over and over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to Professor Oak's Labratory" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking over to Professor Oak's Laboratory you go inside and find yourself inside what looks like a giant library with a hub of computers at the far end. Sitting on a wheeled chair at one of the computers is your arch-nemesis Gary, you sigh inwardly. You have always hated him.\n\n\"Yo dickhead,\" Gary calls up to you. \"What are you doing here Buttmunch?\"\n\n\"I'm looking for Professor Oak,\" you tell Gary patiently.\n\n\"He isn't here you spasticated gimp,\" Gary tells you. \"Why don't you fuck off and look for him?\"\n\nYou turn away but Gary isn't finished yet.\n\n\"Hey Ash, your momma's so fat that when she jumps in a swimming pool all the water jumps out. How come you never think up jokes that funny, you limp-dick, mother fucker?\"\n\nWith a world-weary sigh you walk out of the Lab." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head north to Viridian City" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk north of town towards long wavy grass blowing in the wind. You are thinking about walking into it when a voice calls out to you, turning you see Professor Oak striding towards you.\n\n\"Hey, you can't go in there without a Pokemon,\" he tells you. \"It's very dangerous in the long grass!\"\n\nHe leads you back inside his Lab where his grandson Gary is waiting. You and Gary have always hated each other but at least Gary is polite to you when Professor Oak is around. Professor Oak produces three Poke Balls from his pocket and lays them on a table.\n\n\"Today I am going to let you choose your first Pokemon from the three I have here: Bulbasoar the Grass Pokemon, Charmander the Fire Pokemon and Squirtle the Water Pokemon. I want you to think carefully about which one you choose as this will be your partner for life. Ash, you can choose first.\"\n\nWhich Pokemon do you choose?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bulbasoar, the Grass Pokemon" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you reach for your chosen Pokemon Professor Oak suddenly snatches all three Poke Balls back off the table.\n\n\"Darn it, I'm sorry, I forgot I already traded those for a Magikarp! Here have a Pikachu instead,\" he says and gives you a Pikachu in a Poke Ball." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After giving you Pikachu Professor Oak gives Gary an Eevee in a Poke Ball, a boring little Pokemon that looks like a cross between a dog and a fox but does interesting things when you throw stones at it. Professor Oak beams at you.\n\n\"You both have your Pokemon now Gary and Ash and it is up to you to await. An exciting world awaits you both!\"\n\nThanking Professor Oak you turn to leave but Gary calls after you.\n\n\"Hey Ash, now we have our Pokemon lets make them fight! Your Pikachu against my Eevee.\"\n\nAs conflict resolution strategies have not yet found their way into the schools of Pokemon Land you have no choice when challenged but to fight and so you throw your Poke Ball at the ground, making your Pikachu appear with it's almost annoyingly cute cry. Across the room Gary does likewise and Eevee pops up with whatever sound it makes. This is your first battle and you need to tell Pikachu what move to use.\n\nWhat do you order Pikachu to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thundershock Eevee into toast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eevee dodges the Thundershock and Tackles Pikachu to the floor. Pikachu faints from the shock of the impact and Gary wins. With a shout of triumph Gary recalls Evee to his Poke Ball and skips out of the Lab while you revive Pikachu and return him to his Poke Ball." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well that blew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "going outside professor oaks lab you plan your journey biding a fond farewell to pallet town you prepare to journey north to viridian city there are two routes you can take the easy one where you avoid most of the patches of long grass or the difficult one where you walk through most of the long grass the choice is yours which you take" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Easy Path" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are walking through the grass, the sun is shining and the swish of the grass makes a pleasant sound but suddenly a small bird springs out of the grass ahead of you: it is a small Pidgey and it is angry; flapping it's small wings it flies straight at you and begins tapping at your leg, making you feel like you are being attacked by an angry chicken, but you know how to deal with this - throwing your Poke Ball to the ground you deploy Pikachu who Thunder-Shocks the small bird leaving it nicely cooked and a suitable turkey substitute for any family of indigent homeless people planning to celebrate Thanksgiving, heading on your soon reach Viridian City, a small town that nonetheless has a few places of interest.\n\nWhere do you visit first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Viridian City Gym" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to visit the Viridian City Gym but find it is closed with the door locked which is a shame." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are walking through the grass, the sun is shining and the swish of the grass makes a pleasant sound but suddenly a small bird springs out of the grass ahead of you: it is a small Pidgey and it is angry; flapping it's small wings it flies straight at you and begins tapping at your leg, making you feel like you are being attacked by an angry chicken, but you know how to deal with this - throwing your Poke Ball to the ground you deploy Pikachu who Thunder-Shocks the small bird leaving it nicely cooked and a suitable turkey substitute for any family of indigent homeless people planning to celebrate Thanksgiving, heading on your soon reach Viridian City, a small town that nonetheless has a few places of interest.\n\nWhere do you visit first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pokemon Centre" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you approach the Pokemon Center the hairs on the back of your neck rise. You're not sure whether it's the severed arm lying on the WELCOME mat, the bloodied hand prints pressed against the glass doors or the fact that two Jigglypuff are eating the spilt brains of a third just outside the entrance but your sixth sense tells you something may be wrong here. As you step into the building a terrible laugh fills the air and a nurse holding a bloodied meat cleaver with blood splattered all over her uniform staggers towards you giggling manically.\n\n\"That will be the last time anyone asks me to heal their sick Pokemon for free,\" she shrieks at you before running through the town screaming and waving the meat cleaver over her head. Deducing it might be better to come back another day you decide to go somewhere else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Viridian City Gym" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to visit the Viridian City Gym but find it is closed with the door locked which is a shame." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you approach the Pokemon Center the hairs on the back of your neck rise. You're not sure whether it's the severed arm lying on the WELCOME mat, the bloodied hand prints pressed against the glass doors or the fact that two Jigglypuff are eating the spilt brains of a third just outside the entrance but your sixth sense tells you something may be wrong here. As you step into the building a terrible laugh fills the air and a nurse holding a bloodied meat cleaver with blood splattered all over her uniform staggers towards you giggling manically.\n\n\"That will be the last time anyone asks me to heal their sick Pokemon for free,\" she shrieks at you before running through the town screaming and waving the meat cleaver over her head. Deducing it might be better to come back another day you decide to go somewhere else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pokemon Market" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you walk into the Pokemon Market the man behind the counter calls out to you.\n\n\"Hey you are from Pallet Town right? I have a package for Professor Oak, can you deliver it? He ordered a package from us but never came by to collect it, so we need someone to deliver it and you are someone! If you take this package and deliver it to Professor Oak we will be very grateful. It's for Professor Oak, don't forget, who this package is for. He didn't order anything else, no Poke Balls, Antidotes - not a one and none of that other stuff that isn't really useful until much later in the story, just this package right? For Professor Oak yes? So can you take this package to Professor Oak?\"\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree to take the package to Professor Oak" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Accepting this glorious undertaking from this purveyor of mercantile paraphernalia you show a great deal of bravado in taking your passage back through the lengthy grasses back to Pallet Town. Visiting the avant-garde of Pokemon studies with considerable equanimity you hand the package over. Professor Oak opens it and looks inside with considerable ennui.\n\n\"Thank the deities, it is the esoteric Pokedex I requested post-haste! This is an online encyclopedia, a veritable compendium of cybernetic information on Pokemon that I require you to write in that fastidious idiosyncratic way I know you can. Every time you encounter a member of the Pokemon Species I want you to record with elan all it's primitive characteristics, this way we can enlighten a stupendous world about Pokemon!\"\n\nEssentially ascertaining Professor Oak's desires you take the Pokedex and bid him an affectionate bon voyage. As this is your last visitation to this clandestine hamlet you might want to bid an affectionate salut to your mother or friend Daisy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say goodbye to your Mother" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your heart is swirling with mixed emotions as you go back to your house to say goodbye to your Mother for the last time in god knows how long. There is a strange lump in your throat as you open the door and step inside. Time seems to stand still as you see your mother sitting at the table staring at the far wall, which is her preferred hobby. How you will miss those soft arms that hugged you when you were sad and that gentle voice that always seemed to know how to say just the right things…\n\nFive minutes later your farewells are all done and you head off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say goodbye to your friend Daisy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go by Gary's House to find his sister Daisy is still there. A feeling of naweariness comes over you, though she is your friend she is so boring, sitting there all prim and proper at the kitchen table, tightening her chastity belt and sewing The Ten Commandments into a tapestry depicting popular scenes of fidelity from the Bible.\n\n\"Hi Daisy, I just came by to say I am leaving,\" you say, wanting to stay as briefly as possible.\n\nDaisy nods and pauses in her needlework long enough to throw a paper airplane at your head.\n\n\"That's a Town Map,\" she tells you. \"You can use it to tell which Town you're currently in though if you don't know which town you're currently in you probably have bigger problems that a map just can't solve.\"\n\nSmiling weakly at Daisy's boring joke you take the map and leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head north to Viridian City" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning your back on Pallet Town for the last time you walk north through the long grass. You don't encounter any Pokemon on the way and soon reach Viridian City. Taking a deep breath you don't pause but head straight on towards the road heading north. As you do you encounter a group of three men.\n\n\"Oh my god, you're not going into Viridian Forrest are you,\" one asks.\n\n\"I think he is Will but it's not safe in there,\" a second says.\n\n\"Bill's right, it's not safe in there,\" agrees Will.\n\n\"What do you think Phil?\" Bill asks the third man.\n\nPhil thinks for a moment.\n\n\"It's not safe in Viridian Forrest,\" he declares and the others quickly voice their agreement.\n\nUndaunted by the warnings of these three wise men you press on bravely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into Viridian Forrest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking north from Viridian City you soon come to Viridian Forrest. Soaring trees rise above you and the path meanders through the broad trunks, quickly vanishing from sight and as you set foot on it excitement rises in your heart along with a feeling that, finally, your adventure is about to begin…\n\nWell in the words of Loony Tunes THAT'S ALL FOLKS! This was epic so be sure to read Part 1 - Chapter I - Section B - The End of the Beginning, which to be honest I'll probably never write; in fact you might think that just because I couldn't make this into a complete story longer than 30 pages I might not be a very committed writer - but I know I am because I've shown this to all of my grandparents and aunts and they all agree I'm very talented so if you don't think so you are just a hater and probably spend your evenings selling explosives to toddlers.\n\nPlease don't leave any nasty comments as this is my first ever Pokemon story and that obviously absolves it from all criticism your mean-spirited and abuse-sprouting minds are doubtless already producing under the claims it is \"constructive criticism\"intended to\"help my illiterate and borderline moronic writing\".\n\nSo just to recap, no hating and only nice comments please, any comparisons between me and JK Rowling will be especially appreciated because as my mother pointed out there are a lot of similarities between my writing style and hers (we both use words and sentences for instance)." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your heart is swirling with mixed emotions as you go back to your house to say goodbye to your Mother for the last time in god knows how long. There is a strange lump in your throat as you open the door and step inside. Time seems to stand still as you see your mother sitting at the table staring at the far wall, which is her preferred hobby. How you will miss those soft arms that hugged you when you were sad and that gentle voice that always seemed to know how to say just the right things…\n\nFive minutes later your farewells are all done and you head off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You return to Viridian City" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning your back on Pallet Town for the last time you walk north through the long grass. You don't encounter any Pokemon on the way and soon reach Viridian City. Taking a deep breath you don't pause but head straight on towards the road heading north. As you do you encounter a group of three men.\n\n\"Oh my god, you're not going into Viridian Forrest are you,\" one asks.\n\n\"I think he is Will but it's not safe in there,\" a second says.\n\n\"Bill's right, it's not safe in there,\" agrees Will.\n\n\"What do you think Phil?\" Bill asks the third man.\n\nPhil thinks for a moment.\n\n\"It's not safe in Viridian Forrest,\" he declares and the others quickly voice their agreement.\n\nUndaunted by the warnings of these three wise men you press on bravely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Accepting this glorious undertaking from this purveyor of mercantile paraphernalia you show a great deal of bravado in taking your passage back through the lengthy grasses back to Pallet Town. Visiting the avant-garde of Pokemon studies with considerable equanimity you hand the package over. Professor Oak opens it and looks inside with considerable ennui.\n\n\"Thank the deities, it is the esoteric Pokedex I requested post-haste! This is an online encyclopedia, a veritable compendium of cybernetic information on Pokemon that I require you to write in that fastidious idiosyncratic way I know you can. Every time you encounter a member of the Pokemon Species I want you to record with elan all it's primitive characteristics, this way we can enlighten a stupendous world about Pokemon!\"\n\nEssentially ascertaining Professor Oak's desires you take the Pokedex and bid him an affectionate bon voyage. As this is your last visitation to this clandestine hamlet you might want to bid an affectionate salut to your mother or friend Daisy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say goodbye to your friend Daisy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go by Gary's House to find his sister Daisy is still there. A feeling of naweariness comes over you, though she is your friend she is so boring, sitting there all prim and proper at the kitchen table, tightening her chastity belt and sewing The Ten Commandments into a tapestry depicting popular scenes of fidelity from the Bible.\n\n\"Hi Daisy, I just came by to say I am leaving,\" you say, wanting to stay as briefly as possible.\n\nDaisy nods and pauses in her needlework long enough to throw a paper airplane at your head.\n\n\"That's a Town Map,\" she tells you. \"You can use it to tell which Town you're currently in though if you don't know which town you're currently in you probably have bigger problems that a map just can't solve.\"\n\nSmiling weakly at Daisy's boring joke you take the map and leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Accepting this glorious undertaking from this purveyor of mercantile paraphernalia you show a great deal of bravado in taking your passage back through the lengthy grasses back to Pallet Town. Visiting the avant-garde of Pokemon studies with considerable equanimity you hand the package over. Professor Oak opens it and looks inside with considerable ennui.\n\n\"Thank the deities, it is the esoteric Pokedex I requested post-haste! This is an online encyclopedia, a veritable compendium of cybernetic information on Pokemon that I require you to write in that fastidious idiosyncratic way I know you can. Every time you encounter a member of the Pokemon Species I want you to record with elan all it's primitive characteristics, this way we can enlighten a stupendous world about Pokemon!\"\n\nEssentially ascertaining Professor Oak's desires you take the Pokedex and bid him an affectionate bon voyage. As this is your last visitation to this clandestine hamlet you might want to bid an affectionate salut to your mother or friend Daisy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You return to Viridian City" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning your back on Pallet Town for the last time you walk north through the long grass. You don't encounter any Pokemon on the way and soon reach Viridian City. Taking a deep breath you don't pause but head straight on towards the road heading north. As you do you encounter a group of three men.\n\n\"Oh my god, you're not going into Viridian Forrest are you,\" one asks.\n\n\"I think he is Will but it's not safe in there,\" a second says.\n\n\"Bill's right, it's not safe in there,\" agrees Will.\n\n\"What do you think Phil?\" Bill asks the third man.\n\nPhil thinks for a moment.\n\n\"It's not safe in Viridian Forrest,\" he declares and the others quickly voice their agreement.\n\nUndaunted by the warnings of these three wise men you press on bravely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you walk into the Pokemon Market the man behind the counter calls out to you.\n\n\"Hey you are from Pallet Town right? I have a package for Professor Oak, can you deliver it? He ordered a package from us but never came by to collect it, so we need someone to deliver it and you are someone! If you take this package and deliver it to Professor Oak we will be very grateful. It's for Professor Oak, don't forget, who this package is for. He didn't order anything else, no Poke Balls, Antidotes - not a one and none of that other stuff that isn't really useful until much later in the story, just this package right? For Professor Oak yes? So can you take this package to Professor Oak?\"\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You refuse and visit the Viridian City Gym" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to visit the Viridian City Gym but find it is closed with the door locked which is a shame." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are walking through the grass, the sun is shining and the swish of the grass makes a pleasant sound but suddenly a small bird springs out of the grass ahead of you: it is a small Pidgey and it is angry; flapping it's small wings it flies straight at you and begins tapping at your leg, making you feel like you are being attacked by an angry chicken, but you know how to deal with this - throwing your Poke Ball to the ground you deploy Pikachu who Thunder-Shocks the small bird leaving it nicely cooked and a suitable turkey substitute for any family of indigent homeless people planning to celebrate Thanksgiving, heading on your soon reach Viridian City, a small town that nonetheless has a few places of interest.\n\nWhere do you visit first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pokemon Market" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you walk into the Pokemon Market the man behind the counter calls out to you.\n\n\"Hey you are from Pallet Town right? I have a package for Professor Oak, can you deliver it? He ordered a package from us but never came by to collect it, so we need someone to deliver it and you are someone! If you take this package and deliver it to Professor Oak we will be very grateful. It's for Professor Oak, don't forget, who this package is for. He didn't order anything else, no Poke Balls, Antidotes - not a one and none of that other stuff that isn't really useful until much later in the story, just this package right? For Professor Oak yes? So can you take this package to Professor Oak?\"\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "going outside professor oaks lab you plan your journey biding a fond farewell to pallet town you prepare to journey north to viridian city there are two routes you can take the easy one where you avoid most of the patches of long grass or the difficult one where you walk through most of the long grass the choice is yours which you take" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Difficult Path" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you are walking through the long grass towards Viridian City you hear a low but distinctive growl and a small animal springs out of the grass onto a small hillock and stands there quivering.\n\nIts finely crafted bone structure, the product of millions of years of evolution that have seen mammals with vertebrae grow to remarkable sizes (think of the elephant for example! The Loxodonta Africana! The Elephas Maximus! Oh! Oh!) an indifferent Mother Nature, or perhaps the blessings of a Divine Providence, have conspired to keep the common Rattata (Ratatus Grumpus), at a small size and covered with smooth fur, the hairs of which vary from 2 to 3 CM in length, with 2.6CM being acceptable by most of the scientific community as the average length of hair in the fur coat of an adult Rattata, despite the highly contentious and mind-blowing paper published by the eccentric but brilliant maverick Dr Catharinus Spalding in the late spring of 2014...\n\nBasically you see a Rattata and heading on you reach Viridian City, a pleasant little town with a few places you can visit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Viridian City Gym" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to visit the Viridian City Gym but find it is closed with the door locked which is a shame." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you are walking through the long grass towards Viridian City you hear a low but distinctive growl and a small animal springs out of the grass onto a small hillock and stands there quivering.\n\nIts finely crafted bone structure, the product of millions of years of evolution that have seen mammals with vertebrae grow to remarkable sizes (think of the elephant for example! The Loxodonta Africana! The Elephas Maximus! Oh! Oh!) an indifferent Mother Nature, or perhaps the blessings of a Divine Providence, have conspired to keep the common Rattata (Ratatus Grumpus), at a small size and covered with smooth fur, the hairs of which vary from 2 to 3 CM in length, with 2.6CM being acceptable by most of the scientific community as the average length of hair in the fur coat of an adult Rattata, despite the highly contentious and mind-blowing paper published by the eccentric but brilliant maverick Dr Catharinus Spalding in the late spring of 2014...\n\nBasically you see a Rattata and heading on you reach Viridian City, a pleasant little town with a few places you can visit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pokemon Centre" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you approach the Pokemon Center the hairs on the back of your neck rise. You're not sure whether it's the severed arm lying on the WELCOME mat, the bloodied hand prints pressed against the glass doors or the fact that two Jigglypuff are eating the spilt brains of a third just outside the entrance but your sixth sense tells you something may be wrong here. As you step into the building a terrible laugh fills the air and a nurse holding a bloodied meat cleaver with blood splattered all over her uniform staggers towards you giggling manically.\n\n\"That will be the last time anyone asks me to heal their sick Pokemon for free,\" she shrieks at you before running through the town screaming and waving the meat cleaver over her head. Deducing it might be better to come back another day you decide to go somewhere else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you are walking through the long grass towards Viridian City you hear a low but distinctive growl and a small animal springs out of the grass onto a small hillock and stands there quivering.\n\nIts finely crafted bone structure, the product of millions of years of evolution that have seen mammals with vertebrae grow to remarkable sizes (think of the elephant for example! The Loxodonta Africana! The Elephas Maximus! Oh! Oh!) an indifferent Mother Nature, or perhaps the blessings of a Divine Providence, have conspired to keep the common Rattata (Ratatus Grumpus), at a small size and covered with smooth fur, the hairs of which vary from 2 to 3 CM in length, with 2.6CM being acceptable by most of the scientific community as the average length of hair in the fur coat of an adult Rattata, despite the highly contentious and mind-blowing paper published by the eccentric but brilliant maverick Dr Catharinus Spalding in the late spring of 2014...\n\nBasically you see a Rattata and heading on you reach Viridian City, a pleasant little town with a few places you can visit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pokemon Market" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you walk into the Pokemon Market the man behind the counter calls out to you.\n\n\"Hey you are from Pallet Town right? I have a package for Professor Oak, can you deliver it? He ordered a package from us but never came by to collect it, so we need someone to deliver it and you are someone! If you take this package and deliver it to Professor Oak we will be very grateful. It's for Professor Oak, don't forget, who this package is for. He didn't order anything else, no Poke Balls, Antidotes - not a one and none of that other stuff that isn't really useful until much later in the story, just this package right? For Professor Oak yes? So can you take this package to Professor Oak?\"\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After giving you Pikachu Professor Oak gives Gary an Eevee in a Poke Ball, a boring little Pokemon that looks like a cross between a dog and a fox but does interesting things when you throw stones at it. Professor Oak beams at you.\n\n\"You both have your Pokemon now Gary and Ash and it is up to you to await. An exciting world awaits you both!\"\n\nThanking Professor Oak you turn to leave but Gary calls after you.\n\n\"Hey Ash, now we have our Pokemon lets make them fight! Your Pikachu against my Eevee.\"\n\nAs conflict resolution strategies have not yet found their way into the schools of Pokemon Land you have no choice when challenged but to fight and so you throw your Poke Ball at the ground, making your Pikachu appear with it's almost annoyingly cute cry. Across the room Gary does likewise and Eevee pops up with whatever sound it makes. This is your first battle and you need to tell Pikachu what move to use.\n\nWhat do you order Pikachu to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Growl ineffectually for some time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pikachu growls at Eevee, who suffers from such an unforeseen and totally unpredictable asthma attack that causes him to faint. Gary curses loudly, recalls Evee to his Poke Ball and storms out of the Lab. Giving Pikachu a hug (which causes you to receive a near-fatal electric shock which stops your heart for seven minutes and leaves you with a permanent \"burnt\" smell) you recall him to his Poke Ball and follow Gary in leaving Professor Oak's Lab." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well that was nice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "going outside professor oaks lab you plan your journey biding a fond farewell to pallet town you prepare to journey north to viridian city there are two routes you can take the easy one where you avoid most of the patches of long grass or the difficult one where you walk through most of the long grass the choice is yours which you take" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk north of town towards long wavy grass blowing in the wind. You are thinking about walking into it when a voice calls out to you, turning you see Professor Oak striding towards you.\n\n\"Hey, you can't go in there without a Pokemon,\" he tells you. \"It's very dangerous in the long grass!\"\n\nHe leads you back inside his Lab where his grandson Gary is waiting. You and Gary have always hated each other but at least Gary is polite to you when Professor Oak is around. Professor Oak produces three Poke Balls from his pocket and lays them on a table.\n\n\"Today I am going to let you choose your first Pokemon from the three I have here: Bulbasoar the Grass Pokemon, Charmander the Fire Pokemon and Squirtle the Water Pokemon. I want you to think carefully about which one you choose as this will be your partner for life. Ash, you can choose first.\"\n\nWhich Pokemon do you choose?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Charmander, the Fire Pokemon" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you reach for your chosen Pokemon Professor Oak suddenly snatches all three Poke Balls back off the table.\n\n\"Darn it, I'm sorry, I forgot I already traded those for a Magikarp! Here have a Pikachu instead,\" he says and gives you a Pikachu in a Poke Ball." } ]

[ "Humor", "Zombie" ]

[ 5138, 2570, 3158, 3646, 1431, 527, 575, 1545 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: horror\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Humor, Zombie\nUse this as a starting point: Yep, another zombie game.\nNo worries though, this one is different, it has phases.\nAlso random deaths are rare (but still exist), use your head and you should be fine.\nEndings are (In order of how good they are)\nBest: 9001 points\nSecret: 8000 points\nExcellent: 4000 points\nGood: 300 points\nDecent: 200 points\nMediocre: 100 points\nBad: 50 points\nDeath: -666 points\nUpdate: 07-03-2012\n- Fixed grammar & spelling errors (more than I would care to admit)\n- Added scores for endings\n- Fixed some routes\n- Made ending phase harder like it was supposed to be\nStats: [197 Pages, 297 Links, 9 Epilogues, 10 end-game achievements, and many different ways to die!]\nHope you enjoy it!\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Day Zero.\n\nYou wake up, it seems like a normal day.\n\nA little too normal...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go To Work" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You put your clothes on and head to work. Regardless of the abnomal normality of this day, the bills need to be paid. You walk down the street to your local 7/11 ,head to the back room and put on your work clothes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time to Work" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You spend the rest of the day working, your 9-5 job goes by as normal as ever.\n\nAt little too normal...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well works done, let's go home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You change back to your normal clothing and walk back home. There's not much to do so you make some food, play some games, masterbate and fall to sleep.\n\nEverything was just too normal though..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Day One" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suppose it makes sense nothing unusual happens until the first day. After all, if anything happened the day before then that would have been considered the first day, now wouldn't it have.\n\nBefore you wake up, let's reflect on who you are so you don't die to some random incident due to some crazy issue you had that you should have known you had all along since you are you.\n\nAnyways....\n\nName: James\n\nAge: 23\n\nSex: Yes Please Male\n\nOccupation: Clerk at 7/11 (Full time)\n\nIntelligence: Average\n\nStrength: Average\n\nStamina: Low\n\nWeapon Experience: You can swing a melee weapon, then again anyone can do that.....that's it\n\nRelationships: You got a best friend who lives next store (Bob) and your family (Mom/Dad/younger Sister) lives across town, that's it. Don't you get lonely?\n\nDriving: You can drive fine, but sadly you cannot afford a car right now.\n\nSpecial Traits : None, you are an average bastard" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You guess it's time to wake up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up at 8am, take a shower, throw on some clothes and turn on the local news. Everything seems to go just like it did yesterday, and the news is pretty much the same. Except all the normal murder stories are replaced by animal attacks and riots.\n\nThe news doesn't say anything specific, no mention of zombies or anything, but the potential is still there..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to work anyways" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to head to work anyways, you need money if you're going to finally buy a car and you have bills to pay.\n\nNothing unusual happens on the way to work, nor for the first 3 hours. However at noon the news starts to say some interesting things. It's saying that the attacks and riots this morning are actually due to a new virus. They instruct everyone to return to their homes and wait until further instructions.\n\nNo one arrives for the next hour, and finally your boss calls and tells you to go home. You change and proceed to head home, but then something different happens." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well it's about damn time" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You exit the employee room, and find a customer standing just inside of the entrance to the store. He seems pretty out of it. You tell him the store is closed and he turns to you.\n\nHis clothing is covered in blood, and his eyes seem completely black. He starts to stumble towards you.\n\nYou continue to yell at him, angry that he is ignoring you. Finally, when he's just out of arm's reach, you realize hes probably been infected with that virus you heard about on the news.\n\nYou hate to admit it, but he's probably a zombie.\n\n(Well no shit Sherlock)\n\nSo, what's the plan?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wrestle Him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You um...decide the best course of action is to wrestle a zombie.\n\nPerhaps \"average intelligence\" was a bit too generous...\n\nRegardless, you slip behind the zombie and put him in a chokehold. You lean back, fall to the floor, and wrap your legs around him.\n\nNow usually this is the part where the person would slowly lose consciousness, and you would then let go and kick them a few times for good measure. Sadly this person is a zombie and can't lose consciousness. As such, his continous struggle eventually gets him out of your iron grip, and he bites your arm.\n\nWe could go further into the story, but you can guess what your ending is now.\n\n[Death]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You exit the employee room, and find a customer standing just inside of the entrance to the store. He seems pretty out of it. You tell him the store is closed and he turns to you.\n\nHis clothing is covered in blood, and his eyes seem completely black. He starts to stumble towards you.\n\nYou continue to yell at him, angry that he is ignoring you. Finally, when he's just out of arm's reach, you realize hes probably been infected with that virus you heard about on the news.\n\nYou hate to admit it, but he's probably a zombie.\n\n(Well no shit Sherlock)\n\nSo, what's the plan?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You avoid him and exit the store" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You avoid the man and exit the store. He looks pretty dangerous what with being covered in blood and all. You lock up behind you, effectively trapping the man inside.\n\nYou don't care though, whoever works next can deal with him. You walk home and throw on the news to see exactly what this new virus is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The News" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The news says that the new virus causes people to become hyper agressive, and that it is passed by the transfer of bodily fluids. They advise again that everyone stay indoors and wait for further instructions.\n\nFurther in the day a video is shown on the news, the nature of the video makes it appear as if the news itself was not the one showing it. The video shows a man and one of the \"infected\", he says that they are like zombies from movies and such. The two are outside, it appears to be a parking lot but you can't tell what the building is and there are no cars.\n\nHe says there is no cure and that everyone should put their \"Zombie Survival Plan\" into full effect. He then shoots the newly dubbed zombie in the head, and instructs that the only way to kill them is to damage the brain, however destroying their legs can render them pretty harmless as well. He continues and says that they are slow, and you can outrun them, however they never get tired.\n\nPretty detailed for the first day of the infection.\n\nBy now it's pretty late, you've been watching the news so intently that you've lost track of time, you go to sleep and decide that tommorow you'll put your Zombie Survival Plan into full effect!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Day Two" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up to day two of the infection. Only now do you realize that you don't actually have a zombie plan.\n\nWell no worries. The infection is still in its early stages, and it should be at least a few days until all hell breaks loose. Until then you can probably walk the streets with no worries.\n\nProbably...\n\nSo, what's the plan?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go next door to your buddy Bob's" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go see your buddy Bob.\n\nYou exit your house, lock it, and walk next door. You knock on the door and he answers.\n\n\"Hey James, wanna get high....\" Bob says, answering the door and showing you some weed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fuck Yea!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You nod your head and enter. The next few hours go by quickly.\n\nWell, at least you think they do...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hours Later" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hours later you remember why you came to Bob's house in the first place.\n\n\"Hey...hey Bob\"\n\n*cough*\n\n\"Sup?\"\n\n\"You know there's like, zombies out right now. Right?\"\n\n\"Shit....shit really?\"\n\n\"Yea\"\n\n\"Fuck man. I thou-\"\n\nBob's comment is interupted by a knock on the door, a slow heavy pound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idiots can't knock right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to the door and look through the peephole. Bob comes up behind you and tries to look through, but you push him back. Outside there's a girl, Bob's girlfriend if you're not mistaken.\n\nSadly his girlfriend is in bad condition, in fact shes missing an arm. Clearly she's a zombie, which begs the question...\n\nShould you open the door?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open the door....really?\n\nYou honestly thought that opening the door for the one-armed chick who is clearly a zombie fell into the \"good idea\" category?\n\nWell you did it anyways. The girl's knocking arm misses the door and instead hits you in the chest. It doesn't hurt, but she grabs onto your shirt and lunges forward at your neck. You attempt to fight her off, and are somewhat successful. Although you keep her face away from your neck, you both fall down to the floor, her landing on top of you. Using all your strength you push her off of you and towards the door. She ends up in a sitting position at the base of your feet.\n\nThis entire time Bob is just staring at the two of you. Finally he does something.\n\n\"Dude, that's Claire right!\"\n\nActually it's Casey, but this isn't the time to correct him and lecture him on how he should at least know the name of the girl he's dating. You attempt to crawl away from her but unfortunately she grabs your foot and takes a large bite into your ankle.\n\nYou kick her in the face with your good foot and manage to get her outside the door, the quickly lean forward and shut the door.\n\nBut you've been bit, so your story ends here. Also you eat Bob, but that bastard kind of deserved it for not helping you anyways.\n\n[Death]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to the door and look through the peephole. Bob comes up behind you and tries to look through, but you push him back. Outside there's a girl, Bob's girlfriend if you're not mistaken.\n\nSadly his girlfriend is in bad condition, in fact shes missing an arm. Clearly she's a zombie, which begs the question...\n\nShould you open the door?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Course Not" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You turn away from the door. There's no way in hell you're opening it and letting her inside.\n\n\"Who's that?\" Bob says.\n\n\"Errr....wrong number\"\n\n\"Oh...\"\n\nBob walks away, apparently believing that the person knocking at the door had the wrong number. You throw on the TV and watch the news for the next few hours, forgetting all about the reason you came over to begin with....\n\nHours later you remember though (good thing right?)." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time for \"The talk\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hours later you tell Bob that zombies have risen, and go into a detailed description of your day.\n\n\"Woah...sounds rough.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well least I'm alive. So what's your zombie plan?\"\n\nBob stands up from the couch and walks to his room. He comes back and throws a piece of paper at you.\n\nHe actually had a zombie plan...\n\nYou read it and it's not the most detailed, but it's better than your plan....of nothing.... You decide that in may be in your best interest to stay with him. Then again the guy can be very unpredictable, and when his weed runs out he'll probably get pretty pissed. But then again, he has a shotgun and you have no weapons at your place. Though trusting this guy with a shotgun makes you feel a bit uncomfortable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay with Bob" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide Bob's plan is better than yours, and depending on what you've done you may not even have the supplies needed to survive on your own.\n\nA week passes and things happen. The military comes by in a caravan and tries to pick people up, but the two of you decide to stay inside (you were also scared they would find the weed). After picking people up the miltary attempts to control the situation, but they fail quite badly. People and zombies alike attack, but Bob's house holds out, at least for the first two months.\n\nThe weed ran out after the first month, naturally Bob was pretty upset at first, but he dealt with it without going apeshit on you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Phase 2 Interlude" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, this is a bit awkward....\n\nLet's just say due to some constraints in the system and whatnaught you have to come here before Phase 2 can begin.\n\nSuppose a congratulations is in order, then again you only beat the first of three sections. Not to mention unless you were a dumbass (or having fun) you shouldn't have died at all. Common sense was all that was required to survive.\n\nGood luck in the next section, it requires slightly more thinking.\n\nAlso there was one actual ending in phase 1, see if you can get it later.\n\nHere's something to help you on your journey." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go see your buddy Bob.\n\nYou exit your house, lock it, and walk next door. You knock on the door and he answers.\n\n\"Hey James, wanna get high....\" Bob says, answering the door and showing you some weed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drugs are bad mkay..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shake your head.\n\n\"It's not optional\", Bob says in an angry tone.\n\n\"Kay....\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kay...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hours later you remember why you came to Bob's house in the first place.\n\n\"Hey...hey Bob\"\n\n*cough*\n\n\"Sup?\"\n\n\"You know there's like, zombies out right now. Right?\"\n\n\"Shit....shit really?\"\n\n\"Yea\"\n\n\"Fuck man. I thou-\"\n\nBob's comment is interupted by a knock on the door, a slow heavy pound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up to day two of the infection. Only now do you realize that you don't actually have a zombie plan.\n\nWell no worries. The infection is still in its early stages, and it should be at least a few days until all hell breaks loose. Until then you can probably walk the streets with no worries.\n\nProbably...\n\nSo, what's the plan?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go get supplies" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to get supplies. Sadly you do not have a car, so your place for supplies is the local grocery store, a good 15 minute walk.\n\nYou walk there with no issues, however everyone seems to have the same idea you do, and are all stocking up on supplies. You enter the store and see complete chaos.\n\nWell, what now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go back home, since you'd prefer not to die just to get some food. You return with no issues and decide on your next course of actions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to you parent's house" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to be a momma's boy and head to your parent's house. I mean, who else would know better how to survive zombies than your parents, right?\n\nIt's a long walk, and since you won't be carrying anything (or returning for that matter) you ride your bike there. The journey takes an hour and along the way you notice various people taking part in riots, causing violence and eating each other. Though you hope those last ones were actually zombies.\n\nYou hope..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get to your parent's house and...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You arrive and put your bike in the garage. Everyone should be home what with the news telling everyone to be at home and all. You enter through the front door and are greeted by you parents.\n\nYou explain the situation as you know it and they explain that the military is coming, soon. They say within a week they will be here and then they will take everyone to a \"safe location\". Until then your family will wait it out in their home. They have enough food for a week easily, and your dad has already started boarding up the house.\n\nThey insist you stay with them, but since you're a big boy they don't plan to keep you here by force. It sounds like a good deal, wait a bit then be rescued by the miltary. There might be some sort of catch, but for now you don't know what it is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay with your family" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide your best bet is to stay with your family. You doubt that the military will be as bad as they are in the movies during these times, so you're sure they can help you.\n\nWell, kinda sure...\n\nRegardless of if they can or cannot help, you and your father board up the rest of the house and your family waits out the week. Mant games of scrabble are played. Sadly you suck at scrabble, which makes this week one of your least favourite weeks ever (the zombies made it pretty bad too).\n\nThen the military finally arrives." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well it's about damn time" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The military arrives a week after the start of the outbreak. True to their word, they begin calling out to people in the middle of the street to come outdoors and be picked up. Any nearby zombies stand no chance, as the military caravan consists of armoured vehicles which can handle the small amount nearby easily.\n\nYou family opens the front door for the first time in a week and runs to the caravan. You kick the scrabble board for good measure before following them outside.\n\nYou approach one of the transport vehicles (the one you family ran to before you) and are greated by a soldier.\n\n\"Greetings\", the soldier says as you approach, \"what brings you out here?\"." }, { "from": "human", "value": "[Moan like a zombie]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make various noises to try and mimic a zombie.\n\nNow why the hell would you do that?\n\nThe soldier, in all of his 30 minutes of experience with zombies, has no idea that you are in fact, not one. As a result, he instinctively shoots you. No worries though, he has been trained properly and gives you a clean shot between the eyes. You don't even have time to scream.\n\n[Death]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The military arrives a week after the start of the outbreak. True to their word, they begin calling out to people in the middle of the street to come outdoors and be picked up. Any nearby zombies stand no chance, as the military caravan consists of armoured vehicles which can handle the small amount nearby easily.\n\nYou family opens the front door for the first time in a week and runs to the caravan. You kick the scrabble board for good measure before following them outside.\n\nYou approach one of the transport vehicles (the one you family ran to before you) and are greated by a soldier.\n\n\"Greetings\", the soldier says as you approach, \"what brings you out here?\"." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I want to come\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want to come.\"\n\n\"Well fair enough, come on in!\" the soldier replies, motioning for you to come in.\n\nYou hop in and ride out into the sunset, just like some old western movie..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Epilogue - Family" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ha! Like you'd actually get a real epilogue. You choose the fastest way out of the city.\n\nYou and your family make it to the shelter and are protected by the military. You get news a little later that Bob was killed, cause of death was zombies.\n\nYou live the rest of your life in the shelter. Sure the food is crap, the military is full of assholes, and there's not much to do, but hey you're alive right?\n\nStats\n\nYou got the First Epilogue available in the game.\n\nYou survived Phase One.\n\nYou got the Mediocre Ending.\n\nYou got the achievement : Family Man" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The military arrives a week after the start of the outbreak. True to their word, they begin calling out to people in the middle of the street to come outdoors and be picked up. Any nearby zombies stand no chance, as the military caravan consists of armoured vehicles which can handle the small amount nearby easily.\n\nYou family opens the front door for the first time in a week and runs to the caravan. You kick the scrabble board for good measure before following them outside.\n\nYou approach one of the transport vehicles (the one you family ran to before you) and are greated by a soldier.\n\n\"Greetings\", the soldier says as you approach, \"what brings you out here?\"." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I want to pillage and rape this town \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want to pillage and rape this town\", you reply.\n\n\"You do eh....\" The soldier says, looking you up and down.\n\n\"Well see, I can't let you do that, so, uh....\" The soldier thinks about what to do in this situation and decides that it's best to shoot you in the leg. You scream out in pain and hear your family protest, but the soldier ignores them and the vehicle drives away.\n\nYou manage to crawl to the sidewalk but the pain of the shot is too much and you faint due to blood lose. Shortly after, a crowd of zombies stumble by.\n\nI'm sure you can guess what they plan to do with you....\n\n[Death]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You arrive and put your bike in the garage. Everyone should be home what with the news telling everyone to be at home and all. You enter through the front door and are greeted by you parents.\n\nYou explain the situation as you know it and they explain that the military is coming, soon. They say within a week they will be here and then they will take everyone to a \"safe location\". Until then your family will wait it out in their home. They have enough food for a week easily, and your dad has already started boarding up the house.\n\nThey insist you stay with them, but since you're a big boy they don't plan to keep you here by force. It sounds like a good deal, wait a bit then be rescued by the miltary. There might be some sort of catch, but for now you don't know what it is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back to your place" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide you're better off not trusting the miltary to this, you ponder on the idea of convincing your parent's and sister to not trust them but decide their best chance is to. After all a zombie world is no place for a family....\n\nYou say what may be your last goodbyes to your family and head back to your house, it takes a while but once again you beat all odds and return unharmed (though you're pretty damn tired by now).\n\nToo tired to try and get supplies you decide to just walk next door to Bob's house and see what his plan is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You see what Bob's plan is" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go next door to Bob's house. He answers the door, clearly high. Not bothering to ask him anything in this state, you enter and close the door behind you. He stares at you the whole time with a blank look on his face, but says nothing.\n\nMoments later you hear knocking on the door. A slow, heavy knock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look through the peephole (you naughty boy)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to the door and look through the peephole. Bob comes up behind you and tries to look through, but you push him back. Outside there's a girl, Bob's girlfriend if you're not mistaken.\n\nSadly his girlfriend is in bad condition, in fact shes missing an arm. Clearly she's a zombie, which begs the question...\n\nShould you open the door?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go back home, since you'd prefer not to die just to get some food. You return with no issues and decide on your next course of actions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go next door to your buddy Bob's" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go see your buddy Bob.\n\nYou exit your house, lock it, and walk next door. You knock on the door and he answers.\n\n\"Hey James, wanna get high....\" Bob says, answering the door and showing you some weed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to get supplies. Sadly you do not have a car, so your place for supplies is the local grocery store, a good 15 minute walk.\n\nYou walk there with no issues, however everyone seems to have the same idea you do, and are all stocking up on supplies. You enter the store and see complete chaos.\n\nWell, what now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to where most people are - those are the supplies you want" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go where everyone else is, because following the crowd is sometimes a good thing. Right?\n\nYou try and get a shopping cart through the crowd but give up, there's far too many people. You instead reach out and grab as much food as you can in your arms.\n\nHowever this is where your plan of following the crowd fails you. You see, some not-so-friendly people with guns had the same idea. They also seem to not be big fans of large crowds, and so they shoot in the air and into the crowd a few times.\n\nMost people are uninjured and run away, as gang of men have made their point. Sadly you are not in the group that survived, because you were shot in the leg. Now of course, a shot in the leg isn't fatal, but it did cause you to fall to the ground. Then what was your cause of death you ask? The large crowd of people who trampled you to escape was.\n\nHey, at least you weren't eaten.\n\n[Death]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to get supplies. Sadly you do not have a car, so your place for supplies is the local grocery store, a good 15 minute walk.\n\nYou walk there with no issues, however everyone seems to have the same idea you do, and are all stocking up on supplies. You enter the store and see complete chaos.\n\nWell, what now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to where no one is, it's safer that way" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to avoid the large crowd of people and go to the less populated areas. The pickings are slim, but you manage to get your buggy at least half full with food. You should be able to survive at least a few months with this much.\n\nYou hear a few gunshots from a couple of isles over, followed by a mass of people running out of the store. You take this as your cue to leave, and quickly run out of the store pushing your buggy of food.\n\nYou get out fine, and your journey home is uneventful. You hope you don't run into those who made the gunfire later.\n\nWell now you're home, you got food, next step is to...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You barracade and wait it out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to barracade your house and wait things out. You grab various tools and pieces of wood, then board up all your windows and doors.\n\nThe next two months pass by and many things happen.\n\nMany, many things...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well what happened?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A week after the events of the first day of the infection various things happened.\n\nPanic happened, riots happened. Real ones, not the initial ones which were actually just zombies causing havoc. Martial Law is put into effect, though it only lastws a few weeks before the military was over-run. Fighting the zombies head on was a bad idea but the military didn't learn this fast enough. They came by with caravans originally and picked up anyone who was willing to come with them. Then they created blockades and such to try and contain the problem. But eventually they were over-run.\n\nYour home is attacked a few times, but nothing major. A few gun fights happened just outside as well, but you survive. You've lost a bit of weight, but you're alive and well...ish.\n\nTwo months have passed and for the past week it's been very quiet outside. No zombies, no people, nothing. Good thing too, because you're out of food and need to do leave the house now.\n\nOh and congratulations, you survived Phase 1 of the zombies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Phase 2 Interlude" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, this is a bit awkward....\n\nLet's just say due to some constraints in the system and whatnaught you have to come here before Phase 2 can begin.\n\nSuppose a congratulations is in order, then again you only beat the first of three sections. Not to mention unless you were a dumbass (or having fun) you shouldn't have died at all. Common sense was all that was required to survive.\n\nGood luck in the next section, it requires slightly more thinking.\n\nAlso there was one actual ending in phase 1, see if you can get it later.\n\nHere's something to help you on your journey." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to avoid the large crowd of people and go to the less populated areas. The pickings are slim, but you manage to get your buggy at least half full with food. You should be able to survive at least a few months with this much.\n\nYou hear a few gunshots from a couple of isles over, followed by a mass of people running out of the store. You take this as your cue to leave, and quickly run out of the store pushing your buggy of food.\n\nYou get out fine, and your journey home is uneventful. You hope you don't run into those who made the gunfire later.\n\nWell now you're home, you got food, next step is to...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go next door and see what Bob's plan is" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go next door to Bob's house. He answers the door, clearly high. Not bothering to ask him anything in this state, you enter and close the door behind you. He stares at you the whole time with a blank look on his face, but says nothing.\n\nMoments later you hear knocking on the door. A slow, heavy knock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up to day two of the infection. Only now do you realize that you don't actually have a zombie plan.\n\nWell no worries. The infection is still in its early stages, and it should be at least a few days until all hell breaks loose. Until then you can probably walk the streets with no worries.\n\nProbably...\n\nSo, what's the plan?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to you parent's house (it's across town)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to be a momma's boy and head to your parent's house. I mean, who else would know better how to survive zombies than your parents, right?\n\nIt's a long walk, and since you won't be carrying anything (or returning for that matter) you ride your bike there. The journey takes an hour and along the way you notice various people taking part in riots, causing violence and eating each other. Though you hope those last ones were actually zombies.\n\nYou hope..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You exit the employee room, and find a customer standing just inside of the entrance to the store. He seems pretty out of it. You tell him the store is closed and he turns to you.\n\nHis clothing is covered in blood, and his eyes seem completely black. He starts to stumble towards you.\n\nYou continue to yell at him, angry that he is ignoring you. Finally, when he's just out of arm's reach, you realize hes probably been infected with that virus you heard about on the news.\n\nYou hate to admit it, but he's probably a zombie.\n\n(Well no shit Sherlock)\n\nSo, what's the plan?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try and reason with him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You continue to yell at the man, determined to get through to him. When he finally reaches you he grabs ahold of you and gives you a heartfelt hug. It seems you finally got through to him.\n\nWait...no....no that's not a hug! The man grabs a hold of you and proceeds to bite your neck, ripping out the flesh from it. You fall to the floor and bleed out. Good thing you bleed out quickly, being eaten alive sure is painful.\n\n[Death]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up at 8am, take a shower, throw on some clothes and turn on the local news. Everything seems to go just like it did yesterday, and the news is pretty much the same. Except all the normal murder stories are replaced by animal attacks and riots.\n\nThe news doesn't say anything specific, no mention of zombies or anything, but the potential is still there..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You call in sick and see how everything progresses" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You call in sick, you don't feel like being involved in any riots or being murdered. Nothing new appears until noon, when they announce that the cause of all of this violence is a new virus, and that everyone should stay indoors until further notice.\n\nGood thing you didn't go to work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue to watch the news" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The news says that the new virus causes people to become hyper agressive, and that it is passed by the transfer of bodily fluids. They advise again that everyone stay indoors and wait for further instructions.\n\nFurther in the day a video is shown on the news, the nature of the video makes it appear as if the news itself was not the one showing it. The video shows a man and one of the \"infected\", he says that they are like zombies from movies and such. The two are outside, it appears to be a parking lot but you can't tell what the building is and there are no cars.\n\nHe says there is no cure and that everyone should put their \"Zombie Survival Plan\" into full effect. He then shoots the newly dubbed zombie in the head, and instructs that the only way to kill them is to damage the brain, however destroying their legs can render them pretty harmless as well. He continues and says that they are slow, and you can outrun them, however they never get tired.\n\nPretty detailed for the first day of the infection.\n\nBy now it's pretty late, you've been watching the news so intently that you've lost track of time, you go to sleep and decide that tommorow you'll put your Zombie Survival Plan into full effect!" } ]

[ "Drama", "Humor", "Romance" ]

[ 514, 421, 557, 342, 116, 31, 30, 64 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\nlove & dating\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nDrama, Humor, Romance\n\nWhy does your Composition and Rhetoric Professor have to assign a 10 page paper due by the end of the week at midnight?\nOf course, you procrastinate your way through the week to Friday night. It's 7 o'clock PM. Only 5 hours until the paper is due. No exceptions!\nYou open your laptop and begin typing...until the power goes out.\nAdventure your way through strict RA's, bug infestations, wild frat parties, and more in this all new storygame!\nFeatures:\n-Butterfly effect decisions that will affect choices later on in the story.\n-Is that item worth taking? Or is it better left where it is?\n-Multiple endings and even a \"secret ending\".\n-See all your choices in the end.\nWill you submit your paper in time before midnight?\nVersion 1.5 Updates:\n+Fixed more grammar\n+Updated the Score variable. It will now display how many pages you wrote in the comments!\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Friday Night\n\n6:30 PM\n\nBridgeport University\n\nYou find yourself standing outside your college dorm hall. All of your friends are complaining about your Composition and Rhetoric Professor. He assigned a 10 page paper on Monday. The paper is due tonight...by midnight.\n\n\"Did you get it done?\" you hear your friends asking each other.\n\n\"Oh, totally! I had to get it done to go to the wild ass frat party tonight!\" Another one responds.\n\n\"Hell yeah! We are going to get wasted!\"\n\nYou sigh at the thought of not being able to go to a college frat party. Why couldn't the paper have been due by Saturday morning? Why midnight? Do professors sit by their computers with a hot cup of tea, awaiting their submissions to read overnight? Or do they get together with other professors and read the papers together? You digress.\n\nFumbling for your keys, you go into your single dorm room. The dorm hall is coed, but luckily nothing too crazy goes on around here. You flick on the light switch and walk over to your bed. You lay down and look at the ceiling. If you fall asleep now, you will definitely not get this paper done.\n\nYou get up from the bed and walk over to your desk.\n\nYou can hear your smartphone vibrating. You pick it up and check the notifications menu. It looks like your friend Nick wants to know if you're going to the party tonight.\n\n\"Are you going to the party tonight? It's going to be awesome!\" Nick texts.\n\n\"I don't think I'm going to the party. I have a huge paper to write and it's due in a few hours!\" You reply.\n\nNick takes some time to type his message. He eventually sends a bunch of sad faces.\n\nYou put your phone down and angrily open your laptop. Looks like you better start typing this paper...\n\nOpen Word - Begin a New Story\n\nAuthor's Note - View a note from the author" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open Word" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit at your desk and open your laptop. It takes a couple seconds for the thing to boot up. When the desktop loads, you launch Microsoft Word and begin typing away:\n\nENGLI-1101\n\nComp & Rhetoric\n\nReflection Paper\n\nProfessor Blake\n\nOnce you type the heading, you tilt your head back and glance at your watch. \"7 o'clock?! How am I going to be done with this paper in 5 hours?!\"\n\nYou let out a sigh of frustration and lift your head. Grabbing your headphones from your pocket, you slip them into your ears. \"Maybe these will help.\" Moving your mouse to Spotify, you start playing instrumental jazz and begin your journey though paper B.S. land.\n\nAfter about 5 minutes, you manage to get 1 double spaced page done. \"Yes!\" Quickly. you hit Ctrl - S to save.\n\nSuddenly, the lights and electronics around you go out. Your laptop turns off. \"What just happened?\"\n\nYour dorm room is pitch black and you can't see anything. Quickly, you pull your smartphone from your pocket and switch on the flash, illuminating the room. You stumble several times, but eventually make your way to your door.The college dorm hall is in complete darkness. You hear the sound of girls screaming and guys laughing. You see your RA, Peter, stomping down the hallway.\n\n\"What's going on?\" you ask him.\n\n\"Just go back to your room. The power is out right now. No one is allowed to leave.\"\n\n\"But I have a 10 page paper to finish!\"\n\nPeter shrugs his shoulders. \"I'm sorry, I can't help you there.\"\n\nHe keeps walking down the hallway, eventually getting swallowed by the abyss of darkness.\n\nYou sigh and head back to your desk to turn on your laptop. You find it strange that your laptop turned off with the power outage, especially since your battery is in pretty good condition. Maybe the power outage caused some weird electrical impulse to surge through your laptop and crash the system? Perhaps you clicked on something you weren't supposed to. What if you caused the power outage?! Nevertheless, you boot up the desktop and search for your paper.\n\n\"Uh oh...the paper didn't save!\"\n\nIt looks like you'll have to start all over again! You feel your inner primate sense wanting to throw the laptop across the wall. Your laptop's battery is at 60%, so ideally you do have more than a couple hours without power to go. You try to brainstorm ideas on what to do now...\n\nImportant Choice: Do you risk leaving the dorm to get your paper done? OR Do you stay here and wait for the power to go back on?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Risk leaving dorm to get paper done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have decided to risk leaving the dorm to get your paper done.\n\nGrabbing your laptop, you unplug the power brick and slide everything into your back pack. How are you supposed to type your paper in this darkness? Who knows how long it will take for the power to go back on. Slowly, you tip-toe your way to the front door and gently rest your ear on the cold surface. You don't hear much, besides the chirping of crickets from outside your window.\n\nYou put your hand on your door handle and slowly open the door. Peaking your eyes out like a hawk, you search for Peter. The hallway is completely shrouded in darkness. Even if Peter was outside, he probably would have no chance of seeing anyone.\n\nLike a sly fox, you slide out of your dorm room and gently pull the door shut.\n\nclick\n\nThe door silently locks in place.\n\nDespite the fact that the dorm hall is in darkness, your eyes get used to your surroundings. As you make your way to the stairwell, you hear Peter.\n\n\"I swear, if I catch anyone that sneaks out of their dorms, they are going to be in some serious trouble!\"\n\nUh-oh. Better hide from Peter! The door to the staircase opens, just as quickly, Peter comes out and dashes down the hall. As the door is closing, you slide in between the open threshold and make your way outside.\n\nThe smell of freshly cut grass, the sound of crickets chirping in the night, the crescent moon in the sky...it feels good to be free from that dorm room. You make your way down the path to a fork in the sidewalk.\n\nOn one side, you see a peaceful looking bench in the college park. On the other side, there's the way to the campus library.\n\nDecisions decisions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Park Bench" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way to the park bench and sit down. Surrounding the bench are several oak trees. You can hear the sound of an owl from high up above.\n\nHoo hoo! Hoo hoo!\n\nUnzipping your backpack, you pull out your laptop and continue typing your paper. The relaxation of being outside clears your mind, and you manage to take out another page of your paper along the way.\n\nPages increased by 1!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're about to begin another page of your paper when you see Nick coming by.\n\n\"Hello, and how might you be doing on this fine night?\" Nick says as he sits on the bench next to you.\n\nYou proceed to tell Nick about the power going out in your dorm.\n\n\"That's crazy! I can't believe that something like that could happen here! It's not even storming or anything either.\"\n\nYou nod in agreement at Nick's observation. Perhaps it wasn't a storm, but instead a crazy college scheme that caused the power to go out. Whatever the case may be, you have a paper to finish.\n\nNick pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through it.\n\n\"I've been seeing the craziest snapchats of the frat party tonight! Did you finish your paper so we can go?\"\n\nYou look at Nick, eyes gleaming at his phone in excitement. As far as you know, Nick doesn't have too many friends, and he's been so adamant on wanting you to go to this party with him. You look at your laptop page count and then back at him. Maybe going to the party for an hour will alleviate some stress. It's not like you'll be there the whole night. What's the worse that can happen?\n\nOn the other hand, what if Nick gets drunk? You'll end up spending the rest of the night watching him and making sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Or you could just tell Nick that you haven't finished the paper yet and need to get it done. That frat party does sound pretty fun though...\n\n\"I..uh..well...\"\n\nImportant Choice: Do you tell Nick the truth that your paper isn't finished yet? OR Do you lie to Nick and tell him that you finished your paper?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell Nick the truth about not finishing your paper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nick, I haven't finished the paper yet. I really want to go to this frat party, but if I don't get this done, I could fail the class!\"\n\nNick looks at you with disappointment. \"What did I tell you about procrastinating?!\"\n\n\"I know.\" you look down and nod.\n\n\"It just leads to more stress! I mean look at you!\"\n\n\"I know, I know.\" you shrug your shoulders. \"It's part of me, part of my DNA.\"\n\nNick lets out a sarcastic laugh. \"Yeah, and so is laziness...I have an idea.\"\n\n\"What's that?\" you ask him.\n\n\"Come with me back to my dorm and finish the paper there. My dorm still has power. When you finish the paper, we can go to the frat party!\"\n\nYour eyes widen in excitement. \"Really?! You'd do that for me?!\"\n\nNick puts his hand on your shoulder. \"Of course!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Nick, I could kiss you right now!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nick is surprised by your flirty comment. He gets up from the bench and motions you to go with him. \"Well, we will be in MY dorm room, where we could have some privacy.\" He winks at you.\n\nYou find yourself blushing at Nick's attempt at flattery as well. For once, you seem to really notice his dark tan skin, bulging biceps, and spiky hair. The thought of really kissing him gives you uneasy feelings.\n\nWill Ferrell's quote: \"Well that escalated quickly.\" comes to mind. Who knows? You've known Nick for several months now. Maybe a date with him isn't such a bad idea.\n\n\"Hello? Anyone in there?\" Nick waves his hand in your face, breaking your thoughts.\n\n\"Sorry!\" you apologize quickly. \"Let's go to your dorm!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nick's Dorm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nick gets up and you soon trail along with him. The both of you walk across the way from the school library, past the campus fountain, all the way over to the apartment style housing. You both approach a security door. Nick waves his key card and unlocks it, allowing you both access inside the building. You follow Nick up two floors and down the hall to his room.\n\n\"After you.\" Nick says as he lets you inside.\n\nThe apartment style housing is much better than the dorm you have. Featuring two bedrooms, a full kitchen, dining area, and an entertainment room, Nick seems to be really living it up in college. Nick takes you to through the entertainment area to his room. He walks inside past you and flips on the light switch.\n\n\"You can plug in your laptop on my desk over there.\"\n\nYou nod and walk over to his desk. On top of it, you see a giant mammoth size laptop.\n\n\"What brand is this?\" you ask while pointing to the brick of a computer.\n\nNick looks at his laptop and laughs. \"That right there, is my baby. Featuring an Intel M processor, 16 gigabytes of RAM, 256 gigabytes of solid state storage, an NVIDIA graphics card with dedicated storage, dual fans for maximum cooling, and the new update of Windows 10.\"\n\nYou turn around and look back at the giant computer, trying to imagine Nick lugging that thing to class with him. You shake your head, not wanting to think about this and focus on your paper instead.\n\nNick walks over to the bed and lies down. He plugs in his phone and pulls out his tablet. You look over at the him.\n\n\"Is that your baby too?\" you joke.\n\nNick caresses his tablet like a child. \"Yes, they are all my babies.\"\n\nJokes aside, you decide to pull out your laptop and start getting your paper done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue Typing Paper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A half and hour passes by. You look at the time:\n\n 8:30 PM\n\nOnly three and a half hours left until your paper is due. Luckily for you, another page is done! The bad news: this paper is taking A LOT LONGER than you expected.\n\nPages increased by 1!\n\nYou turn around to see what Nick is up to. Shirt off, completely in boxers, the guy is passed out on his bed. Feeling bad, you put a blanket over him and continue with your paper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You cuddle with Nick" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to grab the blanket and get in bed with Nick. You feel his body up against yours. You then feel him wake up and turn around.\n\n\"When I said privacy, I wasn't expecting this.\" he smiles at you and puts his arm around your shoulder to cuddle. You can feel the hairs of his arm on your face as you lie comfortably on his bed.\n\n\"Did you finish your paper yet?\" Nick asks curiously. You can tell that he's genuinely concerned about it now.\n\n\"No, I didn't get it done yet. I might not get it done for a while. Are you sure you don't just want to go to the frat party without me?\"\n\nNick grabs you and pulls you closer to his body. \"I'm sure, after all, I'd rather be right here with you instead.\"\n\nYou can feel your heart beat faster at the thought of kissing Nick. Then reality hits you and you realize that if you do anything with him right now, chances are, midnight will come a lot sooner than you think. Slowly, you move Nick's grasp off your body and get out of his bed.\n\n\"Bed's open for you anytime.\" Nick turns around and goes back to sleep.\n\nYou head back to his desk and type away at your paper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue with your Paper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You continue your trek through B.S. Paper Land. Actually, the paper is quite good. Over the course that you've been doing it, you've managed to get several decent sources. You make sure to save every couple minutes, just in case the power goes out in Nick's dorm.\n\nAfter another half hour, you finish another page.\n\nPages increased by 1!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hear the sound of Nick's phone vibrating. He turns around from the bed and picks it up. He unlocks the screen and starts typing into it.\n\n\"Holy crap! We need to go to this party!\"\n\n\"Why? What's so special about it now?\"\n\nNick hands you his phone. \"Alpha Sigma Phi is hosting the largest party of the year, and guess who's going to be there?!\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"The Robotic Otters!\"\n\nRobotic Otters is a new pop group that has taken the world by storm through YouTube. Every one of their videos has reached over a million views. The fact that Alpha Sigma Phi could score a music group like this is mind boggling.\n\n\"We need to go!\"\n\nNick pulls on his clothes and drags you off his desk chair.\n\n\"But what about my paper?!\"\n\nNick stops and thinks. \"Well maybe the frat house will have a place that you can do your paper in? They have free WiFi.\"\n\nThe thought of you finishing your paper in a frat party scares you. After all, what if your laptop gets beer or worse, spilled on it?\n\nYou glance at your page count and look at Nick. You can see his puppy dog eyes.\n\n\"No, not the puppy dog eyes!\"\n\n\"Pwease?\"\n\n\"Alright, fine!\"\n\nThe two of you leave Nick's apartment and make your way to the Alpha Sigma Phi frat party." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Frat Party" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Welcome to the Alpha Sigma Phi Par-TAEEEEEE!!!!\"\n\nNick and you make your way to the fraternity house. The house itself it practically a mansion on the outside. Featuring well over 10 bedrooms and bathrooms, a pool and gym area, entertainment center, spa, and garden, this is the place to be if you're in Greek Life.\n\nAs you approach the front of the house, you see several groups of people doing keg-stands, guys streaking across the yard, people taking selfies with selfie sticks on the porch, and beach balls flying in the air. The sound of today's pop music can be heard from miles away, getting louder and louder with each step that you take. You can feel your heart pulsing through your body, adrenaline rising.\n\nYou have never been to a frat party before.\n\n\"How awesome is this?!\" Nick screams at you as he turns around and makes his way to the front porch. When you finally squeeze past several crowds, you step past the front door.\n\nInside, the frat house is bustling with people. An army of solo cups have invaded the entire mansion; on the floor, in the hands of guests, on the stairs, and some even hanging across the chandelier. You cower your head, hoping that a cup of beer doesn't fly down and hit your face...or worse, your laptop.\n\nWhen you look back down again, you suddenly realize that you lost Nick.\n\n\"Nick?!\" you shout. You look around the foyer. All you see are crowds of unfamiliar faces. It looks like you'll have to do some exploring through this party to find him...\n\nThen again, you could also find some decent spots to type your paper while you look for him as well..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You explore the Mansion" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself in the foyer of the massive frat party. Tons of people are just standing around, getting drunk, and dancing. You aren't sure where Nick is, so it's time to explore this mansion..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Entertainment Area" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nick? Are you in here?\" you shout as you walk down the long hallway to the Entertainment Complex.\n\nThe area of this part of the mansion is huge. On one end of the room, you see people in the home theater watching a TV show. Most of them are couples making out.\n\nYou turn your head to the other side of the room and see a bunch of people playing billiards and bowling.\n\nA bowling alley in this frat house?! How come you didn't join this Greek organization!?\n\n\"Where could Nick be?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check out the Home Movie Theater" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the home movie theater area. As you suspected, most of the people here are couples making out.\n\n\"Nick!\" you whisper. There's no response. You try looking for his dark, spiky hair...no sign.\n\nYou're about to turn around when you see a group of girls chatting amongst themselves.\n\n\"Are you getting drunk tonight?\" you hear one of them say.\n\n\"No way! I have a Biology Practical tomorrow! I'm just here because my boyfriend wants to see the Robotic Otters. I have no clue who they are.\"\n\n\"I heard the bouncers require that you have a drink in your hand in order to get inside the concert.\"\n\nYou shudder at the thought of trying to get Nick out of the concert. If he is in there, you'd have to get drunk too...\n\n\"That's why I have this.\" you see one of the girls take out a box of bottles. \"There's water in these bottles. The bouncers won't even know the difference.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself in the foyer of the massive frat party. Tons of people are just standing around, getting drunk, and dancing. You aren't sure where Nick is, so it's time to explore this mansion..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Dining Room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nick? Are you in here?\"\n\nYou make your way past several crowds and walk past the threshold to the dining room.\n\nBesides the usual invasion of solo cups, there's several buffet tables on both ends of the room, each serving their own choices. On one side, you see pancakes, eggs, waffles, French toast, bacon, hash browns, and cereal. There's even a \"fruit juice station\" filled with organic and tasty juices like orange, strawberry, and pineapple. On the other side of the room, you see roast chicken, steak sirloin, lobster, crab legs, and salmon. There's a Chinese station with fried rice, mandarin chicken, egg rolls, and fortune cookies. In the center of the room, there's an open bar. Most of the people in this room seem to have their attention on the open bar.\n\nYou put your hand on your stomach. The sight of all this beautiful food makes you want to grab a plate really badly. On the other hand, you could sit at a nearby table and type another page of your paper..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself in the foyer of the massive frat party. Tons of people are just standing around, getting drunk, and dancing. You aren't sure where Nick is, so it's time to explore this mansion..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go Upstairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Making your way past drunk couples, sleazy guys, and tipsy girls, you finally get up the stairs. You look both ways at two massive hallways with rooms. You see people waiting in line to get into the bedrooms.\n\nYou decide to walk down one of the hallways, noticing a couple finally getting their room.\n\n\"Charlie, did you make sure to bring the clown costume I told you about?\"\n\n\"Yes, Elizabeth! Of course I brought it with me! I love our role plays!\"\n\n\"You are such a naughty guy, I love it!\"\n\n\"I love you!\"\n\n\"I love you too.\"\n\nThey shut the door behind them. You find yourself very confused and grossed out at the same time. The thought of people taking turns to have sex in these bedrooms just sounds like a health hazard. On the other hand, you could get a page done while in the bedroom by yourself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to get a bedroom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You approach a frat guy, who seems to be guarding one of the bedroom doors.\n\n\"I'd like a..uh..bedroom for the hour, please.\"\n\nThe frat guy crosses his arms. \"You don't look like you're even part of this frat.\"\n\n\"Of course I am!\" you lie, figuring that it could get you inside.\n\n\"What's the name of our Greek organization then?\"\n\nUh oh. You try to think back to the name of this Greek life group on campus..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alpha Phi Alpha" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The frat guy doesn't look very impressed by your guess.\n\n\"Sorry, but the bedroom isn't yours tonight.\"\n\nHe escorts you back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You approach a frat guy, who seems to be guarding one of the bedroom doors.\n\n\"I'd like a..uh..bedroom for the hour, please.\"\n\nThe frat guy crosses his arms. \"You don't look like you're even part of this frat.\"\n\n\"Of course I am!\" you lie, figuring that it could get you inside.\n\n\"What's the name of our Greek organization then?\"\n\nUh oh. You try to think back to the name of this Greek life group on campus..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alpha Tau Omega" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The frat guy doesn't look very impressed by your guess.\n\n\"Sorry, but the bedroom isn't yours tonight.\"\n\nHe escorts you back downstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself in the foyer of the massive frat party. Tons of people are just standing around, getting drunk, and dancing. You aren't sure where Nick is, so it's time to explore this mansion..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Backyard" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You push past the crowds and make your way to the backyard.\n\n\"Woah...\"\n\nThe backyard of the frat party mansion is huge.\n\nIn front of you is a massive pool. People seem to be swimming, dancing, playing with beach balls, and getting drunk.\n\nBehind the pool, you can see the stage area for the Robotic Otters. The stage area is blocked by a fence, except for one area, which is being guarded by a bouncer. A large sign in front of the entrance says:\n\n\"Only People with Drinks are Allowed. Bouncer will Check!\"\n\nYou look around the backyard for Nick, but don't see any sign of him. Perhaps he made his way inside the concert. Either way, you'll have to go in there. Mind as well figure out a way to go in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You approach the Bouncer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk on over to the stage area and see a crowded line of people waiting to get inside. Should you make your way in line yet?\n\nImportant Choice: Depending on your actions in the frat house, the next events will affect the story. Make sure you are ready before continuing into the concert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait in line" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With nothing but the laptop bag on your shoulder, you get into the line. It moves fast enough that you barely need to check your phone for the time.\n\n\"Where's your drink?!\" the bouncer asks as he looks down at your empty hands.\n\n\"I uh...don't need a drink! I'm pretty tipsy...wooooo!\"\n\nThe bouncer crosses his arms. \"I think we got ourselves a conversion test subject.\"\n\n\"A what?!\"\n\nBefore you can do anything, the bouncer shoves you into a section of a bar with several others. A bartender comes out and starts pouring shots of vodka. He hands you shot. \"Drink this, or leave.\"\n\nLooks like you have no choice. You take the shot of vodka.\n\n\"Round 2!\" the bartender shouts.\n\nSeveral shots later, you find yourself dizzy. VERY dizzy. You can barely make out what's going on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You find Nick Drunk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The massive Robotic Otters concert is amazing - or at least, of what you can tell in your drunken state. You see people all over the place dancing, drinking, and jumping to the sound of the beat. You push past the crowds to a higher vantage point, while tripping over constantly.\n\n\"Nick! NICK!!!!\"\n\nIt's no use. You can't find him or see him anywhere. You sit down and put your hands over your dizzy head. You can feel yourself getting very tired.\n\n\"Wake up!\"\n\nYou hear the sound of Nick. He's looming over you. \"Nick? Is that you?\"\n\n\"Who's Nick? You are way too wasted. Get this person out of here.\"\n\nYou feel yourself getting picked up and carried away. Next thing you know it, you find yourself on the grass in the front yard of the mansion frat party. Your head is pounding and killing you. What's worse, Nick is no where to be found.\n\nYou put your hand on your shoulder...oh no...\n\n\"Oh no!\"\n\nYour laptop bag! It's gone!\n\nYou try to calm down. \"This can't be happening. This is just a drunk dream.\"\n\nYou put your hand on your shoulder again. No strap.\n\n\"Shit!\"\n\nYou look around for your laptop bag. \"Shit, shit, SHIT!\"\n\nYour laptop is gone. Your paper is gone.\n\nSitting back down on the grass, you start crying. There's no use anymore. You're not going to get this paper done. Nick is gone. You're drunk. This night is just terrible. Why did you agree on coming here? Why did you have to go into that concert drunk?\n\nClosing your eyes, you pray that a miracle can happen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nick for the Rescue!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey! Wake up!\"\n\nYou open your eyes and find yourself in front of the mansion frat party. It's still going as strong as ever. \"Who's there?\"\n\n\"Geez, you're more drunk than me!\"\n\nPutting your hands over your eyes, you rub them to get a better view of what's in front of you. It's Nick!\n\n\"Nick! I've been looking all over for you!\"\n\n\"Yeah, I kind of figured. Look what I found!\"\n\nNick pulls out your laptop bag from behind his shoulder.\n\n\"Oh my gosh! Thank you Nick! Now I can finish my paper!\"\n\nNick's eyes widen. \"Oh yeah! I forgot that you have to finish that paper!\"\n\nHe hands you the laptop and then pulls out his phone. \"So, the campus cafe closes late tonight. Maybe you can get it done there.\"\n\nYou put your hands on your head. \"I could get myself some Advil too.\"\n\nNick puts his hand around your shoulder and helps you walk back to the campus.\n\n\"How...was the concert?\" you mutter to Nick.\n\n\"It was great! I'm sorry that I ditched you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you jerk.\" you try wording out.\n\nNick laughs and then carries you the rest of the way to the Cafe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Campus Cafe" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself at the campus cafe. Glancing at your watch, you read the time:\n\n 10:00 PM\n\nThe cafe itself is pretty empty, save for a few groups of students in booths doing homework. Even the cafe staff are on their phones, waiting for customers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the Advil" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grabbing an Advil from the packet, you pop it into your mouth and swallow it down with some water.\n\n\"That headache should go away in no time!\"\n\nNick comes along to your booth and sits across from you.\n\n\"How did you not get as drunk as me?\" you ask Nick in disbelief.\n\nNick winks at you. \"Just in case for something like this.\"\n\nYou roll your eyes. This Advil needs to kick in as soon as possible. You feel your head pounding. Your paper isn't done yet.\n\n\"Is the paper almost done?\" Nick asks as he scrolls through his phone.\n\n\"Well...not really.\"\n\nNick puts down his phone. \"Why don't you try writing a page now? I can take a nap while you do that.\"\n\nYou pull out your laptop and put it in front of you. You try to focus and type the paper, but it's no use." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask Nick for Help" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nick, I am way too drunk still to type this paper. Can you help me?\"\n\nNick gets up from the booth cushion. \"Let me see your laptop.\"\n\nYou push the laptop over to him. He grabs your notes and begins reading through them. \"Alright, I can try getting a page done for you.\"\n\nYou lie your head down on the cushion of your side of the booth and fall asleep.\n\n\"One page done!\"\n\nYou open your eyes and look at the completed page.\n\n\"Nick! You are a life saver!\"\n\n\"All in a night's work!\" Nick responds tiredly. He yawns and stretches his arms out.\n\nPages increased by 1!\n\nYou look at the page Nick typed. It matches your grammar and syntax perfectly. You rub your eyes. The hangover seems to be going away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cafe Closing Time" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hello everyone, we're sorry, but the cafe is closing tonight. You can all come back tomorrow morning at 7:00 AM when it opens! Thanks!\"\n\nYou get up from your chair. The time is 11 o'clock. How are you going to get the paper done in less than an hour?\n\nNick gets up and the both of you stumble outside.\n\n\"Now what am I going to do?\"\n\nNick looks at you reassuringly. \"Well, maybe you should get back to your dorm.\"\n\nHe's right. Peter, the RA, is probably going to be crazy if he finds out that you've been out this late since the power outage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Do you think I could go back to your place, Nick?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nick's eyes widen. \"You'd want to head back to my place? Even after everything that's happened tonight?\"\n\nYou nod. \"I'd love to.\"\n\nNick puts his hand around your shoulder. \"Well then, your night is just about to begin.\"\n\nThe two of you make it back to Nick's dorm. The room is dark.\n\n\"Looks like my roommates are still at the party. Come on, let's cuddle!\"\n\nNick grabs you by the hand and drags you in bed with him. The two of you start kissing, that is, until Nick stops you.\n\n\"That was a preview. Now let's finish that paper!\"\n\nYou sigh and pull out your laptop. Using every last bit of energy you have, you try typing the paper. Nick helps you out this time, and together, you manage to finish another page!\n\nPages increased by 1!\n\nCompletely exhausted from that page, you glance at the time:\n\n 11:20 PM\n\nFor an extra precaution, you try logging into the student portal.\n\nLoading...No Internet Connection!\n\nYou sigh and look at the bed. \"Nick, I need to get back to my dorm.\"\n\n\"What's wrong?!\"\n\nYou look the WiFi signal. \"There's no internet here!\"\n\nNick looks at your laptop. \"This can't be right.\" he pulls out his phone and checks it. \"Huh, no WiFi on my phone either.\"\n\nYou start packing your things and head out as quick as you can.\n\n\"Wait!\"\n\n\"What's up?\"\n\nNick gets up from the bed and gives you a kiss. \"Let's postpone this for tomorrow night.\"\n\n\"It's a date!\" you tell him before making your leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to Your Dorm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way to the front of your dorm house. It looks like the power is back on!\n\nOpening the metal door, you step into the hallway.\n\nPeter, the RA, is there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Peter, I am so sorry for leaving!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell it to the Dean! I can't believe you'd do something so irresponsible and immature! I told everyone not to leave the dorms while the power was out, and YOU think that you're special that you don't have to listen to the rules. Well, I'm sorry, but I can't take any exceptions.\"\n\nLooks like Peter is very angry at you. He might be able to be bribed if you had something, otherwise you're best off taking the write up.\n\nImportant Decision: Do you offer Peter the Robotic Otters poster? (That is, if you have it.) OR Do you just take the write up?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the Write Up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have decided to take the write up.\n\n\"I'll just take the violation notice, Peter. I have a paper to finish.\"\n\nPeter crosses his arms. \"Well, that paper is going to have to wait. I need you to fill this form out.\"\n\nYou look at the form Peter hands you. It's 2 pages. \"Can't this wait until tomorrow?!\"\n\n\"No, it can't.\"\n\nYou sigh and start filling out the form. When you are done, you hand the form to Peter.\n\n\"Good night.\" He tells you before leaving.\n\nYou go into your dorm and let out a long sigh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You glance at the time on your watch.\n\n 12:01 AM\n\n\"Oh no! I'm too late!\"\n\nQuickly, you log into the student portal and submit your paper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Student Portal" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "-Welcome to the Student Portal-\n\nYour document, \"Reflection Paper\", was submitted. The paper is 5 pages. Thank you for using the student portal." } ]

[ "Horror", "Previously Featured", "Puzzle", "Serious" ]

[ 119, 125, 181, 126, 38, 15, 7, 9 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "In the genre of horror, weave a narrative.\nThe story should draw inspiration from Horror, Puzzle, Serious.\n\"He shivered. [Mystery, horror]\nThe Free Hand\nA work of Fiction by Ashen_Snake.\"\nYou are to craft a tale where the user is the central figure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was very quiet and the white of her knuckles made him shiver.\n\n Nathan Cross placed a hand over the girl's, her tiny fist easily cupped in his long, golden fingers. It was the hospital room he was assigned in, cold and pale in a blend of bland white and the lightest shade of blue. It draped her eight-year-old form as a blanket, her sillouette etched into the sheets. It was indeed very, very quiet. The lively zigging line on the heart monitor was not giving a quiet tick, nor was it continuously bleeping. The tree scraping against the window was not scraping. It was as if he were deaf - deaf and dumb.\n\nNathan came to a frightening revelation.\n\nWhere was he?\n\nHe was no nurse, no doctor, and he did not know this girl - He was a drywaller, nothing else.\n\nAnd then the eight-year-old's china blue eyes snapped open, little blue lips opening and speaking words so quiet that he could not hear them. He leaned down, unconsiously, to catch but a tiny noise from her lips. It was silent for a brief moment, and then she gripped the sides of his face with the still-white little fingers and screamed shrilly into his ear.\n\n It was very silent then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You start the Game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes snapped open, an unruly haze of confusion spreading across his face and coming out his mouth in short, frightened gasps. He was no longer in the bland, soft hospital room. There was no longer a blue-sheet laiden bed, and there was no longer a danty little girl safely inbetween the covers.\n\nNo, this was worse; horrible, terrible.\n\nThe room had but one light hanging in the middle, flickering his grimy surrounding to him with flashes of pools of light. The walls were oozing with wet, waxing marroon, greasy with mold and smeared with something rusted and putrid.\n\nHe was the same person - Nathan Cross.\n\nHe knew this for sure; his surroundings were no longer the same, but his body was nothing different of his usual self. Except that his reddened ears throbbed from a past, echoing screaming. A tight, crisp child's scream.\n\nWhere was he?" } ]

[ "Drama", "Horror", "War" ]

[ 72, 73, 98, 50, 17, 4, 3, 5 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: horror] [Tags: Drama, Horror, War] [Description: It was supposed to be your typical walk home from school. Take the shortcut through the woods. How difficult can that be, right?\nIn this horrifying storygame, play the role of an adventurous teenage student, just trying to get home from school.\nPlease DO NOT post your choices in the comments. Don't ruin the story for everyone else! If you would like to talk about the story, please refer to my forum posting, located in \"The Parlor Room\" section of the forums. Thank you!\nFeatures:\n-Butterfly effect choices that can change the course of what happens.\n-Will that item really be worth taking? Or will it hinder you later...\n-Discover clues in your environment to help you survive the walk home.\n-View all your choices in the end.\nUpdate 6.1:\n-This is a MAJOR story re-working. If you have previously played The Shortcut Home, then consider playing it again! Major story backgrounds, characters, and information has been updated and changed. Any plot holes and story lore has been resolved. This may be the biggest Shortcut Home update yet!\n-Fixed minor grammatical errors.] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The symphonies of snoring and vigorous notebook writing fill your ears as you sit in class at Bridgeport High School.\n\nWhy can't this English class be over already? You think to yourself.\n\nSlowly, you pull out your phone and start checking your texts...\n\nHey! Do you want to go see Studio 5 tonight?\n\nIt's supposed to be an awesome movie!\n\nYour friend asks you.\n\nIs that the murder mystery? It sounds really good!\n\nI can't even imagine what it must feel like getting\n\nchased by a killer in real life!\n\nYou respond back.\n\nThe sound of your high school's bell screams into your ears as you lift your head up from your cell phone. It looks like it's time to go home! You grab your belongings, throw everything into your backpack, and rush out of your classroom.\n\nFlooded in the halls are hundreds of students and faculty. You squeeze your way past the crowds to your locker and spin the lock for your combination.\n\n14-22-10...CLICK!\n\nYou swing the locker open and grab your books. Why does there have to be so much homework?! It's Friday!\n\nYou close the locker and make your tedious way down the stairs of the school to the exit. Outside, you see the same long row of six or seven school buses. Luckily for you, your home is walking distance from the school, so you don't have to deal with finding a seat or bullies. Although you do wish your parents would surprise you with a car. After all, your 16th birthday is coming up soon.\n\nYou follow the crowds out of the school grounds and cross the street. There are two paths you can take...\n\nThe Shortcut - Begin a new story\n\nAuthor's Note - Note from the author" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Shortcut" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You turn to take the shortcut through the woods. Surprisingly, not many people know about this shortcut. You stumbled upon it on accident while following a group of students that lived near you. The path remains pretty isolated for the most part.\n\nThe sound of cracking twigs and the wind hitting the trees becomes more apparent. The farther away you leave the school, the more silent with nature you get.\n\nThe sound of an animal's cry of pain fills your ears. You look around and don't see anything. You keep walking forward until you reach a cliff. Normally, you walk around the cliff and continue upwards.\n\nIt looks like the sound is coming from down below.\n\nImportant Choice: Do you risk climbing down the cliff to investigate the noise? OR Do you ignore the noise and continue your way home.\n\nYour decision will have consequences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You risk climbing down the cliff to investigate the noise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have made your decision.\n\nFor some reason, you feel different. You feel chills swing over your body, almost as if someone is watching you and your every move. You turn around. Nothing but the forest and trees.\n\nYou approach the cliff and see an old, wooden ladder. You've always been too afraid to approach the cliff, mostly due to your fear of heights. The ladder is fastened to the cliff, allowing for travel below. You grab on to it and slowly make your way down. Your hands begin to get sweaty at the climb. You must be several hundred feet in the air! Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down...you tell yourself.\n\nYou hear the sound of the animal's cries in pain. Your pace hastens as you continue your trek down the ladder.\n\nYou look up at the ladder. The weight of your body and backpack have caused it to unhinge! This old thing can't hold your weight much longer! Now what?!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You jump off the ladder!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hyah!\" you scream as you jump off the ladder. You close your eyes. This must be the end. What a terrible way to go. You can see it in the newspapers now. \"Kid Jumps off old Ladder and Falls to Their Death\". Just as quickly, an eerie thought hits you in the face. What if everyone thinks you committed suicide? What if they don't find your body? What if you stay missing at the bottom of this cliff forever?!\n\nYou open your eyes. It looks like the drop down was only a couple feet. You smile and realize that you are safe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Bottom of the Cliff" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The screeching sound gets louder and louder. You quickly turn around. The bottom of the cliff is pretty dark. You pull out your smart phone and slide the lock. Just as fast, you turn on the flash, revealing the darkness.\n\nThe bottom of the cliff feels more like a cave than anything else. You walk slowly, hoping that a bear didn't make its home down here.\n\nYou continue your way through the cliff until you come across...a fox?\n\nThe fox appears to be stuck. Its hind leg is trapped between two large rocks. You shine the light on the fox, revealing it's red eyes. It growls at you, but then painfully makes a screeching sound. You look down at the two rocks and see some blood. Perhaps the rocks fell from the cavern ceiling, pinning the fox's leg beneath it. You're not exactly a hunter or a fox trainer. Is it safe to free the fox from it's prison?\n\nImportant Choice: Do you move the two rocks and free the fox? OR Do you leave the fox to die and find a way out of the cavern?\n\nYour decision will have consequences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You move the two rocks and free the fox." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have made your decision.\n\nYou grab one of the large rocks and push it aside with all your might. You can hear the fox wincing in pain, but it's no longer screeching. You grab the other rock and forcefully move it aside. The fox gets up and begins licking its paws, still crying in pain.\n\nFinally, the fox looks up at you and then turns to scurry away.\n\nYou exhale in relief that the fox is okay and didn't attack you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Way Out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You continue your way down the cavern. As you take each step, you fear that you may never see the sun ever again.\n\nYou shine your phone's flash on the ground and see a fork in the path. You try to investigate for signs and see one:\n\nRight Path is Unstable\n\nWhich way do you go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left Path" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way down the left path of the cave. The further you walk, the less dark it gets. It looks like you're finally reaching an exit!\n\nThe sun beats down on your face. You leave the cavern and realize that you have no clue where you are. You pull out your phone and enter the GPS app. Unfortunately, you don't have any reception from where you are. Better check later...\n\nYou start heading forward, trying to think where the cavern could've taken you in comparison to where you climbed down. You walk around the cavern opening and realize that there's way to many trees to see anything from above.\n\nYou continue forward, hoping you stumble home..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your walk through the forest. Pulling out your phone, you look at the time, 4:15 PM. The bell at school rang exactly 1 hour ago. You've been traveling through this shortcut for 1 hour. If you just would have taken the long way home, you wouldn't be in this mess.\n\n\"Please don't do this! Please!\"\n\nYou hear the sound of a girl. You start running forward and come across a large boulder. From the opposite side of the boulder, you see the girl. Her wrists are bound. You can see a figure above her. The figure appears to be wearing a clown mask.\n\n\"I'll do anything you want, please don't kill me!\"\n\nThe clown mask figure grabs a long machete from his pocket and playfully wraps it around the girl's neck. You can hear the girl whimper in pain.\n\nImportant Choice: Do you risk trying to save the girl from the clown? OR Do you wait to see what happens?\n\nYour decision will have consequences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You risk trying to save the girl from the clown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have made your decision.\n\nCan this day get any worse?! First you lose your way home, and now you're about to fight a serial killer clown!\n\nYou look around nervously for something to fight with. The closest thing thing to you is a large rock. With one swift breath, you get up from hiding.\n\n\"Take that, you evil clown!\"\n\n\"What are you doing?!\" the girl turns around and screams at you.\n\nYou ram the rock into the clown's head. The clown falls backwards on to the grass. With all your might, you jump on top of the clown. You turn to the girl. \"Run away now!\"\n\nThe girl doesn't run away. She grabs you and pushes you off the clown.\n\n\"You psycho! That clown isn't trying to kill me!\"\n\nThe clown gets up and takes his mask off. It's just a normal guy.\n\nYou look at the two people very confusingly. \"Then what's happening?\"\n\nThe bound girl and masked clown guy look at each other. \"We're - we're role playing.\"\n\nAnd YOU'RE the psycho. \"Who role plays a serial killer clown kidnapping in the middle of the forest?!\"\n\nThe couple looks at you menacingly. \"Just stay away from us.\" They run away towards the cavern.\n\nYou look around and notice that the clown guy dropped his machete. Should you take it?\n\nTip: Click on the machete to take it. It will get added to your inventory. You do not have to click on the machete to take it if you don't want to. The decision is yours." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Off Beaten Path" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The more you walk down the forest path, the less confident you feel about which direction you're going. You pull your phone out and check for a signal...still nothing.\n\nYou turn around at the sound of a crack. What was that? Is someone following you? Is it that creepy couple again?\n\nYou turn back around and continue your way through the forest. Eventually, you reach a sign. The sign is wooden and very old. You doubt that anyone has seen this sign in a while.\n\nNatural Springs ---->\n\nThe sign would seem pretty normal...if there wasn't a hand print of blood on it! You're unsure about what to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow the Sign" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to follow the sign. A couple minutes pass. You were not ready to walk in this forest today. Sporting jeans and a t-shirt, you couldn't feel more hot. The thought of ripping your jeans into shorts crosses your mind. You just really need water. Unlucky for you, you were so quick to leave school, you forgot to fill your water bottle. You suddenly begin to hear the sound of rapid water. You've made it to the springs!\n\nYou see one large body of water. There's a waterfall and cliff protruding high up above. You remember seeing on survival TV shows that spring water like this is safe to drink. Then again, you also remember some people getting sick of dysentery or worse... In fear of getting your clothes wet, you make your way to a more stagnant part of the spring.\n\nImportant Choice: Do you risk drinking the spring water? OR Do you hold off drinking the spring water.\n\nYour decision will have consequences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You risk drinking the spring water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have made your decision.\n\nYou drop down on your knees. You edge forward beside the spring and drink the water. The cold splash of water tickles down your throat. You feel invigorated to finally have something to drink. You wash your face and hands. Eventually, you get up.\n\nIt's time to find a way out of here. You think to yourself.\n\nHopefully that spring water won't come back to bite you later..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The RV" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way past the springs. You can only hope that you are going the right way.\n\nGlancing at your watch, you notice the time - 4:50. It's been almost two hours since the final bell rang.\n\nAs you make your way down the forest, your eyes widen in surprise: A big, white RV?\n\nThe RV looks pretty old. As if it hadn't been driven in a long time. The front of the RV is completely smashed. Maybe someone drove down here and crashed it here on accident. You don't see any roads though. Rust and ivy cover most of the dilapidated vehicle.\n\nPerhaps someone lives there...maybe they can get you out of here!\n\nImportant Decision: Do you knock on the RV door to see if anyone is home? OR Do you hide and wait around to see if anyone comes back?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You knock on the RV Door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have made your decision.\n\nYou decide to knock on the RV door. After all, what if it's just a friendly hippie that lives out here and happens to know the way out?\n\nYou pound your fist on the RV door and wait for a response.\n\n\"Hello?\" you shout.\n\nNo response. You look around at the windows of the RV. Each of them have their curtains covered. You try to open the RV door, but find it locked. If you have a sharp enough object, you may be able to get inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You use the machete on the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Using the machete you grabbed from the costumed clown, you manage to break the RV's lock! You swing open the door and go inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inside the RV" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself in the main room of the RV. The driver and passenger seats are near the east side of the car. They seem archaic, as if no one has driven this vehicle in years. The far west side of the RV has a bathroom, a bedroom, and a full kitchen and table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the RV" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was a mistake. You shouldn't have been in this RV. You walk over to the door to leave.\n\nYou hear the sound of the door rattling. Uh oh! It looks like the killer is back!\n\nYou're going to have to hide!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hide in the Bedroom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you dash to the bedroom door and hide inside. You crawl under the bed and stare at the door. The cracks beneath the door are large enough that you can see what's going on from the other room.\n\nThe RV door swings open. You see the boots of a large man, followed by the shoes of a girl.\n\nThe girl's scream sounds very familiar. It then hits you...the girl is the one from earlier. Where's her boyfriend?\n\nThe booted man throws the girl into a chair. He grabs duct tape and ties her to the seat.\n\n\"Do you want me to cook your tongue for lunch?\"\n\nThe girl becomes quiet and starts crying.\n\n\"Good girl.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lunch for Two" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You keep your breath held in, hoping that you don't get caught by the killer.\"\n\n\"Please! You don't have to do this!\" you hear the girl say.\n\nThe killer looks at the girl and slaps her in the face. \"Only I get to talk.\"\n\nHe turns around and opens the fridge. \"I hope you like fingers!\"\n\nHe grabs a pot from under a cabinet and starts boiling the bag of fingers. The girl starts crying harder.\n\n\"Hm, hmm, hmmm!\" the killer begins humming a song. You slowly start to shiver from under the bed.\n\nAfter a couple minutes, the killer grabs a chair and sits next to the girl.\n\nThe killer pounds his fist on the table, making the girl jump from her seat...that is, if she could jump out of her seat.\n\nThe killer starts laughing at scaring the girl. \"That was just a joke. This isn't...\"\n\nHe slices one of the girl's fingers clean off.\n\nShe shouts out in pain, but the killer covers her mouth. \"That's going to be delicious!\"\n\nHe drops the finger in the pot.\n\nYou look at the killer with eyes of complete fear and anger. You need to get out of here. A few more minutes pass, and the killer turns off the pot.\n\n\"Lunch is ready!\" he grabs two plates and puts one finger on each one. He walks over to the girl.\n\n\"Ah, where are my manners!\" He grabs several dirty forks from his sink and places them on the table.\n\n\"Buon appetite!\"\n\nHe grabs a fork and takes a bite of the finger. He crunches it down and swallows it. He then looks at the girl. \"Now it's your turn.\"\n\nThe girl screams and cries, but it's no use. He grabs a fork, stabs the finger, and slides it in her mouth. \"Eat up!\"\n\nShe spits out the finger and keeps screaming.\n\n\"Now that's not very nice.\"\n\nHe slaps the girl again, this time knocking her unconscious. \"I need to use the bathroom. When I get back, you'll LOVE dessert!\"\n\nWhen the killer is gone, you panic. Now what?! You have very little time to escape.\n\nImportant Decision: Should you risk saving the girl? OR Escape by yourself.\n\nYour decision will have consequences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Risk saving the girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have made your decision.\n\nYou quickly grab the girl's duct tape and cut it free. \"Where - \" the girl looks up at you.\n\n\"No time to explain, we need to get out of here!\"\n\nThe both of you get up and escape the RV.\n\nAs you run outside, you hear the girl. \"Oh my gosh, Charlie!\"\n\nThe two of you make your way to the clown costume guy. He appears to be unconscious.\n\n\"The keys!\" the girl grabs a pair of car keys from her lover's pocket. \"Our car is parked over there! The killer must've used it to get us here quicker!\"\n\nYou see the car out in the distance. The girl gives you the keys. \"Go get our car!\"\n\nYou nod and make your way to the car.\n\nWhen you get to Charlie's car, you put his keys in the ignition and drive it back to the RV. When you get there; however, everyone's gone!\n\nWhere did they all go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now what?!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself standing outside the Killer's RV. Charlie's car is still running behind you. Where did they all go? They couldn't have gone far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You investigate the Camp Site" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The campsite is relatively small. The Killer's RV stands in the far east corner. Charlie's car is also there as well. A picnic table and chairs are on the west corner. A metal garbage can stands in between these two corners." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine the Trash Can" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You examine the trash can. The can itself has various junk inside it. As you step near it, you feel hollow ground.\n\nYou push the can out of the way to discover...a secret passageway? Maybe the killer escaped through here!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go through the secret passageway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start making your way down the passage. When you get to the bottom, you land on a metallic floor. The area around you is dark. Is this a war bunker?\n\nYou shine your phone's flash on the area. The time - 5:45. Almost 3 hours until the final bell rang.\n\nYou continue making your way down the passageway. The hall is made of concrete. Whoever made this place was obviously keeping the outside out.\n\nEventually, you make your way to a large window. You glance at the window, but see nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue down the hall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, a light comes on from the window in the next room. You see Charlie and Elizabeth, both tied up to operating tables. They both awaken and start screaming for help.\n\nIn front of you is a mechanical operation board. You then hear a speaker go off. \"Hello. Since you have all decided to play with me instead of having lunch, I have decided to play with you. In front of you, your friends are tied to my operating tables. On the ceiling...\"\n\nYou suddenly see large rows of sharp blades from above.\n\n\"You must choose who will suffer the fate of my blades. The person you choose will slowly get their limbs chopped so they can feel all the pain.\"\n\nYou shudder at the thought of having your body slowly chopped like that.\n\n\"Help!\" you hear Elizabeth scream from the table.\n\n\"Make your choice wisely.\"\n\nThe knives begin to slowly go down on Elizabeth and Charlie. If you don't decide fast, they'll both be chopped!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Your stomach feels strange..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You feel your stomach churning in pain. Suddenly, the thought of you drinking the spring water hits you in the face. You feel your vision get blurry. Before you can do anything, you fall to the floor.\n\nThe last thing you hear before passing out is the screams of Charlie and Elizabeth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wake Up from Passing Out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ughhhh.\" you wake up on the floor of the window room. It looks like you passed out from poisoning of the spring water.\n\nYou get up and look at the window. The site is so gruesome, you start puking on the ground next to the window.\n\nThe knives from above have cut through Elizabeth's body cleanly. Each limb has been completely separated perfectly.\n\nCharlie, on the other hand, isn't so lucky. Due to his clown costume, the knives only partially cut his lower torso, leaving him in a half conscious state. You watch him convulse and die from blood loss.\n\n\"No! Why did this have to happen?! Why did I drink the spring water?!\"\n\nYou cry out for the couple. If only you could go back and save them...\n\nYou get up, with some difficulty, and keep moving forward to the next room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Next Hallway" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the next hallway of the bunker. The more you make your way down, the more you scared you get.\n\nWalking into the next room, you try to feel for a light switch.\n\nThe sound of luminescent lights fill the room. It looks like some kind of office. You see a desk at one corner of the room and a book shelf on the other. You see a door near the opposite end of the office." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go through the other Door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to walk over to the door across from the entrance. You open it with ease and walk inside. The dark room turns out to be a staircase leading up to something. You climb the stairs, hoping the exit will be at the top soon enough.\n\nOnce you get to the last step, you approach a hatch. You push open the hatch and climb out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Cavern" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself inside the cavern that you saw from the beginning of your walk. You out and see the rusty ladder.\n\nMaybe you can climb the ladder and escape! Who cares how rusty it is!\n\nBefore you can do anything, a hand grabs you. You lose consciousness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Forest Fire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in a mysterious cot. It looks like you're back inside the cavern. Your hands and feet are bound. You see a lantern several feet away from you.\n\nQuickly, you make your way to the lantern, only to be stopped by several chains on your legs. It looks like whoever knocked you out obviously wanted to make sure you weren't going anywhere. Just as quickly, your chains knock the lantern over, causing the cot to catch on fire!\n\nYou try to scream and shout for help, but no use.\n\nSquinting your eyes, you manage to see a key on the wall. You try to kick the wall. The key wiggles. You kick the hollow, stone wall again and the key falls. Unfortunately, it's way too far away from you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fox For the Win!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ahoooooo!\"\n\nYou see the fox that you saved earlier jump out at your. It's wagging its tail. Maybe it's feeling better.\n\n\"Hey there, little fella! Can you grab me that key over there?\"\n\nThe fox looks at you and tilts its head. It looks at the key and makes itself towards it. Grabbing the key with its teeth, it picks the key up and drops it in front of you.\n\n\"Good fox!\" you tell the creature as you pet its head.\n\nThe fox lays down next to you.\n\nYou untie your bonds and chains and quickly get up from the cavern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Outer Cavern" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way to the outer cavern. You keep walking forward until you see the RV again. You see Charlie's car.\n\nQuickly you make your way to the car. You unlock the door and put your keys in the ignition.\n\n\"Where do you think you're going?\"\n\nYou hear the killer from the backseat. You suddenly feel your neck being choked to death. You can't do much, except barely move your hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You press on the accelerator!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With all the power and might you have, you slam your foot on the accelerator. The car goes rushing forward. Instead of steering, you go a full, whooping, 50 miles into a tree. Your airbag immediately goes out.\n\nYou get out of the car completely fine. The killer on the other hand, is dead. You walk inside the car and see several gashing head wounds.\n\nYou're secretly glad that the killer is finally no longer a threat, but you feel as though the situation could've been handled differently.\n\nYou make your way to the path." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When you get back on to the road, you sit there thinking about everything that's happened today. It was supposed to be just a simple walk home. None of this was supposed to happen.\n\nYou continue your walk down the road. Eventually, you reach a spot that has cellular reception. You call the police. Several fire trucks, ambulances, and police trucks make their way to your location. You are given fire blankets for support. Major news outlets come out and start reporting on the incident. They want to hear your story on what happened, but you refuse to tell them the story.\n\nEventually, the police come up to you. \"Can you tell us where this killer is?\"\n\nYou nod your head. \"Yes, he's over here in Charlie's car.\"\n\nThe police follow you to Charlie's car. As you walk over there, you stumble a few times. Eventually, you make it there. You gape your mouth open.\n\nThe killer...he's gone...\n\nThe police schedule a massive search team for the killer that same night. After several hours, no sign.\n\nAfter all this, you just wish you had some closure. Maybe if you would've done things differently. You don't know anymore...You wish you could've saved Charlie and Elizabeth. It's just not fair. You feel so lucky to be safe...and that's what matters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Choices" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Welcome to the Choices Section\n\nHere you can see hints of what choices you made.\n\nYou will also find your collection of clues.\n\nClues Found: 0 of 7\n\nNumber 1 : Yes, you did that decision.\n\nNumber 0 : No, you did not agree to this decision/you did not do this.\n\n1. The Mysterious Sound 1 of 1.\n\nDid you go and investigate the mysterious sound below the cavern?\n\n2. In Balance With Nature 1 of 1.\n\nDid you save the injured fox?\n\n3. The Clown 1 of 1\n\nDid you stop the masked clown?\n\n4. The Unclean Spring Water 0 of 1\n\nDid you hold off on drinking the spring water?\n\n5. You're My Hero 1 of 1\n\nDid you escape the killer's RV with the girl?\n\n6. It's a trap! 4 of 4\n\nDid you save both Charlie AND Elizabeth from their gruesome fate?\n\n7. Ensure your safety. 0 of 1\n\nTo stay safe, you lied to the killer and said you weren't going to the police.\n\n8. Mystery Solved. 0 of 1.\n\nYou found all the clues and discovered the killer's secret.\n\nThanks for playing! Feel free to leave a comment and tell us which choices you made!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You keep your breath held in, hoping that you don't get caught by the killer.\"\n\n\"Please! You don't have to do this!\" you hear the girl say.\n\nThe killer looks at the girl and slaps her in the face. \"Only I get to talk.\"\n\nHe turns around and opens the fridge. \"I hope you like fingers!\"\n\nHe grabs a pot from under a cabinet and starts boiling the bag of fingers. The girl starts crying harder.\n\n\"Hm, hmm, hmmm!\" the killer begins humming a song. You slowly start to shiver from under the bed.\n\nAfter a couple minutes, the killer grabs a chair and sits next to the girl.\n\nThe killer pounds his fist on the table, making the girl jump from her seat...that is, if she could jump out of her seat.\n\nThe killer starts laughing at scaring the girl. \"That was just a joke. This isn't...\"\n\nHe slices one of the girl's fingers clean off.\n\nShe shouts out in pain, but the killer covers her mouth. \"That's going to be delicious!\"\n\nHe drops the finger in the pot.\n\nYou look at the killer with eyes of complete fear and anger. You need to get out of here. A few more minutes pass, and the killer turns off the pot.\n\n\"Lunch is ready!\" he grabs two plates and puts one finger on each one. He walks over to the girl.\n\n\"Ah, where are my manners!\" He grabs several dirty forks from his sink and places them on the table.\n\n\"Buon appetite!\"\n\nHe grabs a fork and takes a bite of the finger. He crunches it down and swallows it. He then looks at the girl. \"Now it's your turn.\"\n\nThe girl screams and cries, but it's no use. He grabs a fork, stabs the finger, and slides it in her mouth. \"Eat up!\"\n\nShe spits out the finger and keeps screaming.\n\n\"Now that's not very nice.\"\n\nHe slaps the girl again, this time knocking her unconscious. \"I need to use the bathroom. When I get back, you'll LOVE dessert!\"\n\nWhen the killer is gone, you panic. Now what?! You have very little time to escape.\n\nImportant Decision: Should you risk saving the girl? OR Escape by yourself.\n\nYour decision will have consequences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You escape by yourself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You escape the RV before the girl or the killer could notice. When you get outside, you see the costume clown guy, face up on the grass. You approach him. He appears to be completely unconscious. When searching his jacket, you come across his car keys. Maybe you can escape with them!\n\nYou start walking over to the car. When you get to the car, the guilt of leaving them behind swings over you. You decide to drive the car back towards the RV. When you get there, the clown guy is gone. You walk inside the RV, so is the girl and the killer.\n\nWhere did they all go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now what?!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself standing outside the Killer's RV. Charlie's car is still running behind you. Where did they all go? They couldn't have gone far." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have made your decision.\n\nYou decide to knock on the RV door. After all, what if it's just a friendly hippie that lives out here and happens to know the way out?\n\nYou pound your fist on the RV door and wait for a response.\n\n\"Hello?\" you shout.\n\nNo response. You look around at the windows of the RV. Each of them have their curtains covered. You try to open the RV door, but find it locked. If you have a sharp enough object, you may be able to get inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for an alternate way inside the RV" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk around the side of the RV and notice a slightly open window. You may be able to squeeze through it if you try hard enough. You put your backpack down and start climbing through. Pushing slowly, you make your way inside the enclosed space. After a couple minutes, you successfully slide inside the RV!\n\nAs you go to close the window, a metal piece scratches your arm. The wound starts bleeding immediately. You try to put your hand over the wound, but no use. Blood is dripping everywhere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inside the RV" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find yourself in the main room of the RV. The driver and passenger seats are near the east side of the car. They seem archaic, as if no one has driven this vehicle in years. The far west side of the RV has a bathroom, a bedroom, and a full kitchen and table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way past the springs. You can only hope that you are going the right way.\n\nGlancing at your watch, you notice the time - 4:50. It's been almost two hours since the final bell rang.\n\nAs you make your way down the forest, your eyes widen in surprise: A big, white RV?\n\nThe RV looks pretty old. As if it hadn't been driven in a long time. The front of the RV is completely smashed. Maybe someone drove down here and crashed it here on accident. You don't see any roads though. Rust and ivy cover most of the dilapidated vehicle.\n\nPerhaps someone lives there...maybe they can get you out of here!\n\nImportant Decision: Do you knock on the RV door to see if anyone is home? OR Do you hide and wait around to see if anyone comes back?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hide and wait around to see if anyone comes back" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to hide around and wait until anyone arrives. A few moments later, you see a large figure in large black boots. He appears to be holding on to the girl that you saw earlier today. She's screaming for help!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You intervene and Defend Her!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step out of your hiding spot and stab the figure in the leg. \"Ah! You!\" The girl runs free.\n\n\"Charlie!? Where are you?!\"\n\nThe figure, angered by the stab wound, runs into his RV and slams the door.\n\nYou approach the girl.\n\n\"Thank you for saving me! Although, I don't think that killer is done yet.\" you nod your head in agreement. Suddenly, the both of you see Charlie, the costume clown guy, stumbling out from the forest.\n\n\"Charlie! Are you okay?!\" she runs to catch him as he falls.\n\n\"No...the killer stabbed me in the ribs.\" Charlie coughs up blood. He looks at you and hands you his car keys. \"Please...take these keys and get the car over there.\" He points to his car several hundred feet away.\n\n\"I'll stay here with Charlie.\" you hear the girl say.\n\n\"No Elizabeth! Go with them!\" Charlie responds.\n\n\"I'm not going anywhere without you.\"\n\nYou start making your way to the car. You put the keys into the ignition and drive to the RV. When you get back; however, there's no one to be seen. You make your way into the RV. Nothing.\n\nWhere did they all go?" } ]

[ "Fantasy", "War" ]

[ 114, 100, 154, 56, 22, 3, 1, 8 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of grimdark fantasy, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Fantasy, War\"\n\n\n\"Take control of a young, aggressive Orc named Mazkil, of the Tribe the Red Blades, in his attempt to make his way in the world. Become an honored Chieftain of your tribe or become a feared Soldier for the Kingdom of Man.\nPlease comment and rate, tell me if you find any bugs. Enjoy!\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Childhood\n\nA fist thuds into your face, knocking you to the ground. Gruzub stands over you, laughing.\n\n\"Mazkil! You are as weak as a Shepard!\" He laughs, as you leap to you feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You punch him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You swing your fist, but Gruzub quickly ducks and elbows you in the stomach, knocking the wind from your lungs. He gets two more punches in before you manage to roll away and get back into a fighting stance. As you prepare to charge him, you hear a deep voice.\n\n\"CHILDREN! Your mother struggles to soothe the little one while your brother hunts sheep. This is no time for playing. There is work to be done! Inside!\" Your father bellows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go inside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly hurry inside, followed by your twin brother. You live in a small village of small huts. Luckily enough, you father is Chieftain Magrash, which entitles you to sleep in the Chieftain's Hut, the largest hut. As you enter, you see your father sitting in a rough woolen tunic, sharpening his greatsword. In front of him is his heavy steel plate armor, as well as several trophies from his battles.\n\n\"Mazkil, Gruzub, you fight too much. Mama is trying to put Dagden to sleep.\"\n\n\"Yes, papa.\" You both reply.\n\n\"Who won the fight?\" He asks.\n\n\"I did!\" You both say, before glaring at each other.\n\n\"You don't know? Perhaps you're not fighting enough. Gruzub, go down to the river and fetch water for the stew. Mazkil, sharpen my sword. I need light the hearth.\"\n\nYou go over to the sword, and begin to sharpen it against the whet stone, while looking over your father's trophies: An Elven Dagger, a Shrunken head, a battered golden shield, a shattered battleaxe, a studded mace, a series of Tribal Necklaces and a Dragon Skull.\n\n\"Papa?\"\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"Can you tell me about your trophies?\" You ask.\n\n\"I've told you many times about my trophies.\"\n\n\"Tell me again.\"\n\nPapa chuckles, a harsh sound you've come to love.\n\n\"Which would you like to know about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stop asking about Trophies" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm finished, Papa!\"\n\nPapa picks up the blade, and licks the edge.\n\n\"Yes... Sharp enough to shed dragon blood. Well done, Mazkil. Now, go fetch gather fruit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four years later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've been on this planet fourteen years, and you haven't learned a thing, boys, unless you've seen me and Dendar take out a boar!\"\n\nYou walk with Gruzub, your older brother Bagig and his friend Dendar, out in the woods. You have a small iron knife at your belt and a bow clutched in your hands. So far in your short life, you've only subsided on deer, goat and chicken, but after today you'll be able to feast on the boar you've helped kill.\n\n\"On your first hunt, it's tradition to eat a deer's dropping to gain it's scent.\" Dendar remarks. \"Everybody knows that.\"\n\nDendar and Bagig pause, dropping to one knee, pointing to some small droppings.\n\n\"Go on, Gruzub, Mazkill. Dig in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You eat the droppings" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You drop to your knees, close your eyes, and quickly swallow a small piece of dropping. Bagig pats you on the head, and nods to Gruzub. Gruzub does the same, and with that, Dendar bursts out laughing.\n\n\"You two are idiots!\" Mazkil and Gruzub Youngblood, eating deer droppings.\"\n\nThey chuckle as your face reddens. You open your mouth to yell at them, but then freeze. You spot a beautiful deer just at the edge of a small creek out of sight. You grab your brother, and point to it.\n\n\"Ah, well spotted, Mazkil Shiteater. Let's catch it, Dendar.\"\n\n\"We can't get distracted. We came here to hunt boar.\"\n\n\"We'll catch the deer and the boar!\" Bagig cries, charging off after the deer.\n\nThe Deer bursts off running, with Bagig and Dendar quickly following.\n\n\"Stay there!\" Bagig yells at you as he leaves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay there" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand patiently with Gruzub, who looks at you.\n\n\"Just so you know, Oraal is mine.\" He says quietly.\n\nYou ponder this for a second. Oraal is a fat, lazy girl who's the daughter of a swordsmaker.\n\n\"Oraal? Has her father promised you a fine blade if you crawl between her legs?\" You giggle.\n\n\"Hey! She has proclaimed her...!\" He begins, before his eyes widen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask what's wrong" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open your mouth to speak, but you're hit in the back and sent flying through the air. You hit the ground, your head knocking against a tree root and drawing blood. You shakily stand, drawing your knife, as you're faced with a large boar preparing to charge again.\n\n\"Watch out!\" Gruzub yells, running to help, but it's clear he's far too slow.\n\nThe Boar charges at you, it's tusks looking deadly sharp at they near you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You roll to the side" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You roll to the side, narrowly dodging a goring from the beast's tusks. As it runs past, you leap forward with your knife, cutting through thick fur and drawing a fair amount of blood. It squeals, before running forward and turning around once more for another charge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge again" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the boar charges, you try to roll to the side, but it's prepared this time. You yell as it's tusks slash your side, causing a massive wound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gruzub charges over and stabs the boar in the side with his dagger, giving you ample time to leap up. You charge at the boar, stabbing it repeatedly in the neck. It squeals, but it's easily killed before it can resist. It falls dead at your feat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You rejoice, for the enemy is vanquished!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You rest your foot on the boar's tusks, laughing.\n\n\"Ha! I've slain the boar!\"\n\n\"Hey!\" Gruzub yells. \"I helped.\"\n\nDendar and Bagig burst trough the trees, a deer straddled between them.\n\n\"We caught the deer. I bet...\" They pause, noticing the boar. \"Cursed Reaper, is that a boar?\"\n\nYou nod proudly.\n\n\"Death's Head, Mazkil, you've impressed me. No longer will you be called Mazkil Youngblood, now you'll be Mazkil Boarsbane!\" Bagig laughs.\n\nYou smile proudly, knowing you will feast on boar meat tonight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One year later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mazkil Boarsbane! Gruzub Fastfoot! Let's go.\" Papa yells.\n\nYou quickly follow your father out of your small home and onto the small dirt road that interconnects the village.\n\n\"Boys, you've done well. I was so proud when I saw you best Harkor Clawfist in a fight, I got you a present.\"\n\nYou smile fondly. Harkor had insulted your brother Bagig and Dendar. They had only been recently killed by a Death Knight from the remnants of the Necromancer's Army, and you made sure that Harkor suffered for his insult. By the time you and Gruzub were finished, his face was half-caved in.\n\nYour father hands you each a small amount of gold coins.\n\n\"Dendar Arroweye is heading down to Riverton today. He's taking the cart to pick up some goods to help us get through the winter. Take the cart, go enjoy yourself.\"\n\nYou thank him, and eagerly count your coins. 25 Gold Coins, all shining proudly at you.\n\n\"Go now, boys. Enjoy yourselves.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head down to Riverton" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a long ride to Riverton with Dendar who mostly insults you and Gruzub, you eventually arrive at the small town. You eyes immediately find multiple ways to spend your precious coins. There's a brothel in the poorer section of town, a large shop full of delicious foods you wish to sample, a small gambling ring and a tavern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave Riverton" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once you've spent your gold coins, you make your way back to Dendar's cart. Unfortunately, you find yourself in the poorer part of town, clearly having taken a wrong turn. As you make your way through a side street, a voice cries out.\n\n\"Hello! A little lost, are we?\" A voice cries.\n\nYou turn, and are faced with a trio of men holding knives.\n\n\"Fuck off.\" You grunt angrily.\n\n\"'Fuck off', he says. What an angry orc.\"\n\nA voice from behind you says.\n\nYou turn, to see two more men wielding knives.\n\n\"Listen, sir. Give us your coins, and we'll see you find your way to where you're going.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You charge the men" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run forward, swinging your blade. You slash the throat of one of the men and he topples backwards. The second man cuts your shoulder deeply, and you grab his head and smash it repeatedly against a wall, crushing it into a pulp. You feel another knife slash your back and you yell, twisting around to jab another man through the eye and kill him. The two remaining men seem nervous, but one runs forward in a burst of courage. He dives forward, sticking his knife through your arm, causing you to drop your knife. With your other hand you grab him, and push your thumb through his eye as he screams, before stomping on his head until he's a smear on the floor. By then, the final man had left, running as fast as he could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Collapse" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You fall to the ground with a thud, and lose consciousness. When you wake up, you're in the back of Dendar's cart, with Gruzub next to you.\n\n\"What happened?\"\n\n\"You killed a lot of people, collapsed, and I dragged you here.\"\n\n\"Ah. I'm still alive, then. Good.\"\n\n\"We'll get you medical help when we get back to the village.\"\n\n\"Good.\" You grunt.\n\n\"Well done with the thieves, Mazkil. You've proven yourself a true Orc.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "One year later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Orc Tribal Customs are simple. The Chieftain's sons fight, and the winner takes over for him when the Chieftain is killed or reaches forty. Papa has just hit forty, so something you've been preparing for all your life. You sit next to Gruzub in front of the Shrine of Gorgok, the Warrior God, praying silently.\n\n\"I'll try not to kill you, you know.\" Gruzub says quietly.\n\n\"I'll try not to kill you.\" You reply.\n\n\"Papa killed his brother.\" Gruzub notes. \"Death is quiet likely for one of us.\"\n\n\"Grandpapa didn't kill his brother.\" You add.\n\n\"Fair point. Whatever it comes down to, I love you. You are my brother, and I would be proud to be killed by you.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm great and mighty. Everyone I kill should be proud of it.\" You chuckle.\n\n\"I take it back, I'm killing you, you prick.\"\n\nYou both laugh, as Papa arrives. He quietly removes his tribal beads, and drapes them around the Shrine.\n\n\"Ah. My neck feels bare.\" He sighs. \"Boys, tomorrow is going to be the most important day of your life. One of you will become the victor and chieftain, the other will fall and may die. I just want you to both know I feel nothing but pride towards you.\"\n\nYou struggle not to tear up, and by the way Gruzub is tensing, you know he's also struggling.\n\n\"I've always treated you as my father treated me, stern but loving. Whatever you become, be it Chieftain, Warrior, Mercenary or even a whining baker, you will be the greatest at it there's ever been.\"\n\nYour father nods, and lays his great sword in front of the Shrine.\n\n\"It's late. Go, sleep, rest up.\"\n\nYou nod, and stand and begin heading to the hut. As you walk, Gruzub begins to chuckle.\n\n\"What?\" You ask.\n\n\"Do you remember the time when we were boys when we tried to make a glider out of chicken feathers?\"\n\nYou laugh.\n\n\"And we were standing on top of the mountain, with you about to jump.\" You add.\n\nGruzub nods, smiling.\n\n\"And you yanked me back when you realized chickens can't fly.\" Gruzub smiles.\n\n\"Ha! You would've died! Remember when we caught our first boar?\" You smile.\n\n\"Yeah. I ate so much boar that night I almost puked.\"\n\n\"That was the mead, Gruzub.\"\n\n\"I miss those days.\"Gruzub nods.\n\nYou arrive at the hut, and you grab Gruzub in a hug.\n\n\"Good luck tommorow.\" You say.\n\n\"Good luck.\"\n\nYou both go to bed, scared and nervous about tomorrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next day..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand, fully armored in plated steel, next to Gruzub and the Shrine of Gorgok. Priest Jinser stands by the shrine, holding two short swords.\n\n\"Gorgok! Watch over this fight and please bless these warriors. Watch over this fight and see that the greatest Chieftain is chosen!\" The Priest wails.\n\nHe holds the two swords out, and you grab one. Gruzub grabs the other.\n\n\"Let the fight commence! First to render the other unable to stand wins!\"\n\nYou take up a fighting stance, as does Gruzub. You slowly move forward, before you both swing your blades. Sparks fly as they collide, and the battle commences. You land the first blow, smacking into Gruzub's chest as he stumbles backwards. He draws blood first, slashing open a small bit of unprotected arm. It's obvious that you're the far superior fighter, with Gruzub struggling to avoid your attacks. Then, the Fates pluck your string." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pluck" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An eagle, far above you, drops a small turtle from a great height, hoping it's shell will shatter on the ground. The turtle smacks into your head, knocking you backwords. Gruzub takes advantage of your confusion, stepping forward and thrusting his blade. The blade enters you chest, Gruzub carefully avoiding your organs but thrusting deep enough to cause you to scream. When he withdraws, blood spurts out, and you struggle to stand.\n\n\"The Fates seem to dislike Mazkil.\" The Priest notes loudly, though you barely listen.\n\nGruzub continues to attack, and you barely manage to defend yourself. Eventually, he kicks your leg and you fall backwards. This leaves your throat exposed, for Gruzub to easily slash your throat and make sure you fall and never get up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to regain a fighting stance" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To your surprise, Gruzub hesitates, before taking up fighting stance again, allowing you to gain a defensive position to defend your open throat and stop your demise. Your energy waning, you decide to take one final effort to defeat Gruzub. He swings his sword at your legs, attempting to floor you, but you block the shot and head butt him. He falls backwards, and you swing your blade, smacking into his head. His helmet flies into the air, leaving his head and neck unguarded. You know you don't have enough energy to continue fighting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behead Gruzub" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You swing your blade down with a roar. You sword connects with his neck, and his head falls to the ground. You drop to your knees, looking at your dead brother. You barely comprehend the Priest grabbing your hand and holding it up, loudly proclaiming you the victor. Papa walks over, draping the Tribal Chieftain beads and necklaces around your neck. Mama walks out and gently kisses your head, before closing Gruzub's eyes on his decapitated head. The Priest has the body taken away to be burned to ensure it makes it to the afterlife. You struggle not to weep for your brother, while Papa kneels down to talk to you.\n\n\"You are Chieftain now, Mazkil. Chieftain Mazkil Redblade, leader of the Red Blades. You will lead the tribe to greatness. Tonight, we celebrate. We celebrate your ascension to chieftain, we celebrate the great fight, we celebrate your brother's journey to the Afterlife. He fought so well I'm sure Gorgok himself is Gruzub's cup-bearer.\"\n\nYou nod. The path you're going down is set. Gone are dreams of becoming a mercenary or a raider. Now, you are a Chieftain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Path of the Chieftain\n\nYou sit on the small wooden Chief's Throne in the Main Hall. Tribal Necklaces and Beads are around your neck, feeling a lot heavier than they are thanks to the guilt and grief from Gruzub's death. Papa has vacated his role as chief completely and given all his responsibilities to you, taking Mama and leaving to a small farm up the mountain, leaving you in charge. Still, he's left you with two lieutenants and advisors, Elder Doct and Thraka Flameborn.\n\nElder Doct is an aging Orc, the oldest in your village. She is a traditionalist, who had fond memories of the old days when warriors fought duels for honor and farms were farmed by hand with hoes rather than with mules and donkeys. She values older values like honor, isolationism and keeping the village moral and traditional.\n\nThraka Flameborn is the polar opposite of Doct. He is one of the few Orc Mages, specialized in pyromatics and flame-based magics. He is a very modern and progressive orc, who wants for the industrialization and modernization of the village as well as a better relationships with the outside world.\n\nThe pair enter the Main Hall, and begin approaching you. Elder Doct is in ancient, dusty armor from his days as a warrior, and has a face like a wrinkled, rotting prune, while Thraka Flameborn is a younger, smaller Orc who looks like a child playing dress up with his father's red Mage Robes.\n\nHuh. Perhaps you are still bitter and angry at the world because of your brother's death.\n\n\"Congratulations at you ascension to Chieftain, Chieftain Mazkil.\" Elder Doct says happily.\n\n\"My brother just died.\"\n\n\"Oh... Yes, sorry, Chieftain.\" Doct apologizes.\n\n\"What's the issue?\" You ask.\n\n\"Raiders have been spotted at the Eastern Woods, by Jagik Longstride. She says they've been camped there for at least three days, raiding surrounding farms and market caravans.\" Thraka says.\n\n\"What am I to do, then?\" You ask.\n\n\"You should grab your sword and lead our warriors to wipe them out.\" Elder Doct says.\n\nYou grab your father's long sword, or your long sword now. It's a massive steel blade, the blade inscribed with Orc Runes. It's been handed down your family for four generations, when your great grandfather shattered his family sword on an Elven Shield.\n\n\"Where are the men?\"\n\n\"Down at the armoury.\" Thraka adds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to the armory" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sling the sword over you shoulder, and begin marching towards the armory. The Orcs are all standing around, wearing plate armor and chainmail, wielding swords, axes and maces. They respond to your arrival with eagerness and bloodthirstiness.\n\n\"Ah! The Chieftain's here! Time for battle!\" One of them says gleefully.\n\nBecause of your age, you know you quickly need to take charge and show your dominence.\n\n\"Alright men! We had killing to do! On my lead!\" You shout.\n\nYou begin marching towards the Eastern Woods, followed by the the Orcs. With that, you begin leading your War Party towards bloodshed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two Hours Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You spot smoke just in the distance, where the raiders are presumably camped.\n\n\"Orcs!\" You loudly whisper. \"To arms! We'll wipe out the fiends to the last man.\"\n\nYou move forward slowly, further through the woods. You arrive at the edge of a small glade. There is a large opening where there's several dozen tents. A group of around thirty Orcs wearing chainmail armor and wielding axes, short swords and maces. You give a few hushed orders to various Orcs to target the various flanks to make sure not a single raider survives. Then, you raise your sword.\n\n\"CHARGE!\" You roar, sprinting forward.\n\nThe Raiders are quickly taken by surprise, grabbing any nearby weapons and raising them in defense. You swing your sword, which bites into one of their necks and beheads him in one clean sweep. You kick a second to the floor with one swift kick to the head, knocking him to the floor. You raise your sword and stab downwards, going through the raider's stomach. Within a few seconds, the fighting is over. The raiders have been quickly wiped out to the last orc, leaving none alive.\n\n\"This was quicker than I had hoped.\" One of the Orcs remarks.\n\n\"Orders, Chieftain?\" Another asks, turning to you.\n\n\"Burn the tents, the bodies and take anything worth taking.\" You reply.\n\n\"Yes, Chieftain Mazkil.\"\n\nYour men quickly begin removing armor, weapons and jewelry from the dead Orcs, and wrapping their corpses in tents. Once this is finished with all the corpses, they set the wrapped corpses alight, which quickly begin burning. You sniff the air, and smell the delicious smell of sizzling flesh.\n\n\"Chieftain! I counted the amount of beds versus corpses. Twenty dead raiders, but there's over eighty beds.\"\n\n\"There's more! We believe there's at least sixty more raiders off on a mission at the moment. Orders, Chieftain?\"\n\nOne of the Orcs, one of the very few archers you've brought, Kanim Darkwit, steps forward.\n\n\"Sir. The Raiders will be hungry and tired. They'll be here soon. We can lay an ambush. There's a good vantage point in one of the trees...\"\n\n\"Coward! Where's your honor, boy?\" Another Orc, Jakku Bearsbane, roars. \"We're not abandoning all honor and reason in favor of hiding like does! We find the raiders, and wipe them out to the last man.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You return to the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Curse the Gods, I'm not wasting my time out here in a freezing, empty forest waiting for what could be days, weeks even, for the raiders to return, all while subsiding on nuts and berries like a fucking chipmunk. We head back to the village for a warm meal and a large drink.\"\n\n\"Yes, Chieftain.\" The Orcs all bark back.\n\nYou wipe the blood off your longsword on the wet grass, and turn to begin the long walk home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head back to the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next day, you walk along the street, Thraka and Doct off managing your work for a while. You survey your village. Children are brawling in the streets, the elders are drinking and the adults are working. Everything's good. You think to yourself. You notice a young Orc woman who's name you haven't learnt, and feel a pang in your heart as you notice how beautiful she is. You feel a pang in another place, but that's neither here nor there. You realize that one of, and perhaps the best, duty of the Chieftain is to have a heir to the throne and get married. You'll try find someone soon enough. Not today, though. You continue strolling around the village, before you notice at the edge of town, a trail of caravans approaching. You raise an eyebrow, as there are no scheduled caravans set to arrive over the next few days. You walk up, and to your surprise, notice the caravaneers are not the Orcs you're used to seeing. They're all men. Usually there's a few men mixed in with the Orcs that run the caravans. You walk over to the caravan.\n\n\"Hey! Who are you, then?\" You ask loudly.\n\nThe Humans on board are wearing red cloth with gold Eagle symbols embroidered on them.\n\n\"Greetings! I am Giorgio Lates. I am a merchant from the Kingdom of Mankind.\"\n\n\"I recognize the sigil. What do you want?\"\n\n\"I am a merchant, kind sir. Orcs are famous for their steelwork, and I had the pleasure of working with some Orc Mercenaries. They're blades, axes and maces are unrivaled, except for Elvish blades, which are as easy to find as an honest merchant. Which, you so happen to have found.\" Giorgio says, winking.\n\n\"You wish to buy blades?\"\n\n\"Buy? Not exactly. I doubt you have much use for my gold. I wish to swap, to barter, to trade.\"\n\n\"For what?\"\n\n\"We have much to trade. Food, Drink, Steel, Iron, Wool, Jewelry, Gold, Silver and much, much more. We wish to open up a trade route between here and the Empire.\" Giorgio grins.\n\nYou frown. Traders are prone to take advantage of humble villages like yours. The Village is also dedicated to crops, farm work and general self-sufficiency. To increase your smithing and weapons production, you'd need to sacrifice your self-sufficiency. Still, it could increase your village's profit and the standard of living." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You agree to trade with the Kingdom of Man" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. Yes... I like this plan. I will expand the blacksmith's, and begin producing weapons for the Kingdom of Man.\"\n\n\"Ah! Fantastic, Sir!\" Giorgio replies happily. \"I promise, you won't regret this. I'll increase the amount of caravans coming up here, and have the first few stuffed with a little... gift, a show of appreciation. I've you've never had Elk, or Trout, or Lamb, you'll enjoy the caravans.\"\n\n\"It'll take us some time to begin producing weapons, but once we're started we'll be able to produce quite a bit.\"\n\n\"Ah, good, good.\" Giorgio grins.\n\nYou negotiate the smaller details and offer the merchants each a bed and mead, but they politely refuse to head back down the mountain. Despite Giorgio's friendliness, it's quite obvious most of the other merchants and guards were unnerved by being so deep in Orc territory. Still, you think this trade deal with greatly benefit the Red Blades." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three Days Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit on your throne in the Main Hall, in the midst of a feast to celebrate the death of Chieftain Dadic, your Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, who was brutally stabbed to death by Elven Assassins. Despite being unarmed, surprised and quite old, he put up a grand fight. Twenty Elves entered this very great hall to assassinate him, three went out. Thraka and Dokt stand on either side of you. For once, they both agree on what you should do, although Thraka's much more brutally honest.\n\n\"Find a girl to fuck.\" He says.\n\n\"What Thraka Flameborn means is...\"\n\n\"To get your dick inside a girl.\" Thraka laughs, to Dokt's embarrassment and frustration.\n\n\"Chieftain, every Chieftain needs one to share their soul with. You need a mate.\" Dokt says.\n\nYou survey the room. You spot a young Orc girl dancing in the crowd. She's small and cute, and you briefly make eye contact. She gives you a flirty wink. A pretty girl would do good to help you survive the cold winter nights.\n\nMaking use of the drink and food is a tall warrior. Her head is cut short and she has a large, impressive blade on her side. A warrior is someone you could relate to and respect as a mate.\n\nOne the opposite side (both of the room and orientation), a youngish Orc stands quietly, a leatherbound book in his hands. He looks intelligent, but also has soft features and a nice smile, which he quickly flashes at you.\n\nFinally, there's a massive beat of an Orc holding a blade that could cleave horses in half with one blow leans against a wall. You recognize him as Ironsoul, a fantastic warrior notorious for spending large amounts of time in brothels in the company of Orcs who choose to have an adventurous life working in the brothel rather than on the battlefield." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the dancing Orc" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the dancing orc, and smile.\n\n\"Hello.\"\n\n\"Hi.\" She replies cheerfully.\n\n\"I am Chieftain Mazkil.\"\n\nShe giggles.\n\n\"Obviously. I make sure I know the name of the Chieftain.\"\n\n\"Ah. Good.\" You reply, awkwardly.\n\nYou realize while you're very skilled and courageous in the art of warfare, you suck at flirting. Thankfully, she's better and very interested.\n\n\"I am Sarunt. So, do you want to get a drink, Mazkil?\"\n\nYou nod eagerly, and head over to the drink stand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue spending time with Sarunt" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You spend the next few hours talking with your newfound mate. Sarunt is quite intelligent and flirty, almost your exact opposite. You'll make sure that your relationship continues and develops into what could be a prosperous marriage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four Weeks Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit on your throne, resting your head on your blade as Thraka Flameborn and Elder Dokt tell you about the village's state of affairs.\n\n\"There's been a change in the management of the College of Alexandria. They've begun to accept Orc students.\" Thraka says to you.\n\n\"Well, this is very good for racial relations, but what do the Red Blades care?\"\n\n\"There are many more profitable jobs that can be found if you work in the College. We could greatly improve their lives.\"\n\n\"These jobs would take these people away from profiting the Red Blades, cost massive amounts of money, and mots likely they wouldn't receive these jobs for being Orcs. These students wouldn't be able to get the jobs, and they wouldn't be taught how to farm or fight, so when they came back here without jobs, they couldn't work here.\"\n\n\"The Elder exaggerates greatly. There's plenty of work ot be found, especially with Orcs. Learning at the College of Alexandria would mean that our children would have better lives.\"\n\nYou briefly consider the thought. Perhaps the Young Orcs would have better lives in and after the College, but it would definitely take away from the tribe's size, and perhaps the Orcs would be left untrained in manual labor or the ability to find actual work after discrimination stops them from finding educated work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You send young Orcs to the College" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to send these young Orcs to the College. You want them to have a better life than you and your ancestors have had, and make sure the Orcs aren't left out in the education world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Five Weeks Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit on the Throne, looking over hunting cycles. Gemin's Point is good hunting ground, but it could lead to fighting between the Dead Bone Tribe, who also uses the area. You could send hunters there, not send hunters there, or the third and by far the greatest option, fall on your own sword and end the painful trial worse than any other Orc has endured of doing crop rotations or hunting areas.\n\nYou hear yells outside, and the doors to the town hall is kicked open. A group of six Orcs appear, dragging a brutally beaten man with them.\n\n\"Chieftain! We have found a man in our territory, the goat fucker.\" One of the Orcs yells, tossing the man in front of you. \"He's been hunting our deer and boar for weeks, it seems.\"\n\n\"Explain yourself, human, before I release my warriors to tear you apart.\"\n\n\"Sir, please.\" He says, begging. \"I'm from the village of Eckleglade. It was destroyed by an Elvish Assault Party, and we were forced to flee. Many of us headed to the hills and mountains, to hide from Elvish attacks, and formed small camps up there. I was only trying to hunt to feed my family.\"\n\n\"Sir, orders?\" One of the Orcs asks you. \"Shall I take his head?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have the Trespasser executed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hmmm... Where are the camps, trespasser?\"\n\n\"Sir, if I tell you...\"\n\n\"Don't preside to know who I am or what I'll do, trespasser.\"\n\n\"They're at the Morinspeck Mines, sir.\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\nYou stand, and swing your blade. The Man doesn't have time to blink before his head falls to the ground, rolling onto the floor. You turn to your men.\n\n\"Send warriors up to Morinspeck Miens. Force them out, and kill anyone who resists or refuses to go.\"\n\n\"Yes, Chieftain.\" They say cheerily, running off to find armor and weapons.\n\n\"Well, that takes care of that problem.\" You think, kicking the head aside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Five Weeks Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Chieftain! Chieftain!\"\n\n\"Yes?\" You ask.\n\nYou're met with a young Orc, a cousin of yours, who reminds you of Gruzub. You feel a twang of guilt, before deciding that in honor of Gruzub, you're going to kill this Orc if he brings up something like the placement of the new well or whether to build the new stable of stone or wood.\n\n\"There's a disaster up at the Kes Nests.\"\n\n\"Disaster? That's a strong word.\"\n\n\"It's accurate. A group of Zombies have engaged a Red Dragon perched on the mountain.\"\n\n\"If Death and Destruction met on a Road.\" You quote, remembering one of the few books you read as a child.\n\n\"What?\" The Orc grunts.\n\n\"The Poem, where the Grim Reaper meets the Mother of Dragons on a road. They debate their roles, with the Grim Reaper saying how his job is necessary ot prevent overpopulation, while the Mother of Dragons says that she prevents empires from wiping out all... What the fuck am I doing? I'm not explaining a children's poem to you.\"\n\n\"Sorry Chieftain. The Warriors are suggesting you lead a party up there.\"\n\n\"To do what?\"\n\nThe Orc shrugs." } ]

[ "Horror", "Humor", "Previously Featured" ]

[ 132, 157, 238, 183, 67, 31, 24, 83 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: horror.\nSet the scene with these themes: Horror, Humor.\n\n\nCarnivals aren't all fun and games.\nAdditional Notes:\nWhile there is only one spot that contains extra histories for this story, it's basically the background information of all the major characters and factions. It's strongly recommended that these are read due to the fact that your character will be interacting with most of these folks in his attempts to successfully accomplish his task(s).\nThis story has a very factional feel to it, so choose your allegiances carefully to get one of the better endings.\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Geek:\n\n1. A person regarded as foolish or clumsy.\n\n2. A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits, but is felt to be socially inept.\n\n3. A carnival performer whose show consists of bizarre and disgusting acts.\n\nYour breath stinks from the foul things you've been eating and the rest of you stinks from not bathing in who knows when.\n\nYour head hurts from the cheap moonshine you've been getting \"paid\" in.\n\nRubes often throw stuff at you and spit on you.\n\nMost of the other Carnies find you utterly repulsive and avoid you, a couple of them just abuse you for various reasons.\n\nOn a good day, only the Pinheads come to your cell and taunt you with their gibbering laughs and mongoloid chatter.\n\nYou have absolutely no worth as a human being, you get no respect from others, and you have no respect for yourself…and why should you? You are the lowest form of life in Carney society. You're not a real performer; what you do can't really be considered a skill. You're not even a real freak. At least a deformed freak can evoke an emotion of horror, or pity, or even admiration for overcoming their condition. You weren't born \"this way\". You chose to do this. All you evoke is disgust and revulsion. At best you're laughed at and not in the good way like those pervert clowns you work with.\n\nFuck all that \"Wildman of Borneo\" shit that the Ringmaster tries to tell all the rubes. You're little more than a bum with a \"job\". A degrading job that involves you to debase yourself, all for the amusement and shock value of others, but hey it keeps a \"roof\" over your head and you pleasantly drunk enough to just barely forget how utterly pathetic your life is.\n\nYou are the GEEK.\n\nYou wake up to a bucket of piss being thrown in your face. Not the first time and certainly won't be the last.\n\n\"You like the taste of that Geek? Get up Geek! The Ring Master wants to see you!\" Charley orders then he throws the empty bucket at your head. The comical sound it makes hitting your skull and the pain it causes makes Charley laugh. Then he jabs you a couple times with his pointed stick.\n\nMidgets can be so cruel…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go see the Ring Master" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Agh! Alright, alright! Stop poking me…what day is it?\"\n\"Never mind all that geek! Get going you know how the Ring Master doesn't like being kept waiting! Phew! You smell even more disgusting than usual! I guess that's one way to keep Ajax from killing you, he'd probably vomit his guts out before he could lay a hand on you…then you could lick it up for the rubes! Ha ha! Move it Geek!\"\n\nCharley prods you with a sharp stick periodically on your way to the Ring Master's trailer until you arrive at which point, Atlas stops the both of you.\n\n\"Stop! What business do the both of you have here?\"\n\"Goddamnit you fuckin' one eyed freak! We go through this all the fucking time and its getting REALLY old! You just saw me come out of the Ring Master's trailer earlier today when he sent me to get the Geek, you know damn well what we're both doing here!\"\n\nIgnoring Charley's comments Atlas looks down at you and points.\n\n\"You may enter, but the Ring Master doesn't need to see you again, so you may not.\"\n\"Yeah, whatever enjoy the smell.\" Charley says and mumbles something to himself while leaving the area.\n\nYou barely make it up the little steps to the trailer, but you do. You're finally starting to gather your wits together; your head still hurts though and you've just realize you haven't had a drink yet. What a terrible feeling. You open the door.\n\n\"Close the door, you're letting all the sunlight in.\" the Ring Master orders from behind his desk. She's siting in his chair, but has her back turned to you.\n\"Uh you wanted to see me?\"\n\"Of course…(Sniff sniff) you really haven't been taking care of yourself. If anything you've become even more repulsive than when I first took you in. Remember that day?\"\n\"Um, yeah I think…no, no I don't. I mean kind of… I forget things.\"\n\"I'm not surprised; you're constantly drinking that swill Charley makes. I am surprised you haven't gone blind yet though. Oh well what you insist on doing to yourself is of little concern to me, all I require is your obedience. You are thankful for all I have provided for you aren't you?\"\n\"Oh yeah. Sure I am.\"\n\"You seem to be one of the few nowadays then. There are some though that are ungrateful for things I've done for them, they plan to betray me and everything this carnival stands for. They plan to change the natural order of things. Can you imagine what might happen to this carnival if I wasn't here? What might happen to you?\"\n\nYou attempt to think about this scenario, but instead you just stand there because you can't really form anything in your mind because it hurts really bad, you've been sober too damn long, and it's about to get even longer as the Ring Master seems intent on bombarding you with talk as he finally swivels around in her chair. That pale androgynous face of the Ring Master's is displaying a look of seriousness as usual.\n\n\"Nothing good I can assure you. Which is why I'm putting YOU in charge of this task.\"\n\"Huh? What task?\"\n\"Why ensuring the survival of the carnival of course.\"\n\"What!? Me?! Why? How!? I'm not qualified! Can't you or Charley do it?\"\n\"I fear I've done all I've can. I mean I've provided all of THIS to everyone here. I've given them purpose and a life. If that isn't enough for them, then my words aren't going to make a difference at this point. And as for Charley, well…I'm sure even in your usual state of drunkenness you're aware that he has his own plans for this carnival.\"\n\"I guess…but agh, it's too early for all this…why me? I mean what am I supposed to do? I'm just the Geek.\"\n\"Yes, and that's exactly why I'm choosing you. You have no motive, you have no agenda, you have no friends, and as such you would probably be the best candidate to convince others to resist change and keep the status quo.\"\n\"You have to be joking! Nobody's going to listen to me! I'm the fucking Geek!\"\n\"You might be surprised, you have far more potential than you give yourself credit for…perhaps you'll even change some perspectives, or maybe not. The choice is yours, because the fate of THIS carnival is resting solely on your actions, you can no longer afford to hide from the world in a bottle and a cage if you wish to keep your current life. It is time for you to take some responsibility, its time to repay the debt you owe me. You have until show time.\"\n\"But…\"\n\"Now leave me, I wish to be alone.\"\n\nThe Ring Master swivels his chair back to its original position. You head back outside, where upon Atlas blocks it again with his massive body.\n\nNever before in your life have you been put in this kind of position of responsibility, (Not that you can remember anyway) but you're going to have to do something, the question is what exactly?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You obey the Ring Master" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You feel you don't really have a choice in this situation. The Ring Master is in charge and whatever he says goes and you DO owe a lot to her. As bad as it can be here sometimes, it would probably be worse if you didn't have the protection of the Carnival.\n\nAs tempted as you are to get a drink to get you through this test you have before you, you realize you need to stay sober for this. What a terrible thing. Now you have to figure out who you need to convince.\n\nThe Freaks are firmly on the side of the Ring Master, so you don't need to talk to them. That just leaves the Midgets and the Normals, both of those present some problems." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to convince the Midgets" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Charley leads the Midgets and you doubt if he's going \"fall in line\" and even if he claimed he was, he'd just be lying. You might even be putting yourself in great danger by speaking to him directly about this, however you know the Midgets don't really care for Charley, so if you could get him out of the way somehow, they might be more willing to ally with the Ring Master.\n\nYou decide to \"test the waters\" by speaking to one of the few Midgets (Actually the only one) that's somewhat less hostile towards you. You see Bob working on hammering tent stakes in the ground and go up to him.\n\n\"Hey Bob, can I talk to you?\"\n\"Aw hell Geek, I ain't got no money for you to get fucking drunk! Just go steal the liquor from that sonofabitch Charley and take your goddamn chances!\" he says barely paying attention to you.\n\"No, its not that…so you uh think Charley's a son of a bitch huh?\"\n\"I don't think it, I know it. Everyone does.\"\n\"So why do you guys follow him?\"\n\"Because he does make things better for us. Better than the Ring Master did anyway.\"\n\"Yeah, but what if he's not the best choice to lead you guys, I mean…\"\n\nBob raises one eyebrow and focuses all of his attention on you now.\n\n\"What the fuck are you talkin' about Geek? You seem to be awfully interested with matters that don't concern you.\" Bob states raising his hammer menancingly.\n\"Well um…I just heard that…um Charley…I mean…look there's some shit gonna go down and the Ring Master wants me to get people on his side!\"\n\nYou're unsure of what Bob's going to do about your revelation. You expect the worst, but for once luck is on your side.\n\n\"Look Geek, I ain't gonna lie to ya, not many of us like Charley, and sure, he's a fucking tyrant, but he gets things done, I dunno he's kinda like that guy in Germany, except shorter. However, if he wasn't around, we'd go back to being second class citizens again and why? We DO keep this place running. The Ring Master claims he cares about us, but it doesn't seem that way to us. We're under appreciated. And if Charley does have ideas about taking over, then we're behind him. Maybe the whole place would be run a lot better with him in charge anyway. AND I suggest you don't talk to any other dwarves about this, you'll find that you'll get the same answer and they might just feel the need to tell Charley about the discussion and I don't think that would be very good for you.\"\n\"So there's nothing I can do or say to change your mind?\"\n\"Goddamn it, weren't you fuckin' listening Geek? I said no! Not unless you found someway of replacing Charley with someone a little more even tempered and with his business savvy.\"\n\"Well, why don't one of you midg…I mean dwarves do it?\"\n\"(Sigh) Because most of us are simple laborers. We just wanna do our job with as little hassle and relax when we can, we don't wanna be worried about extra shit. Let Charley worry about it since he wants it so bad. Besides if you haven't noticed he's got a mean streak a mile wide and that fuckin' muscle bound freak Ajax around him all the time.\"\n\"So there's nobody who'd want to take Charley's place?\"\n\"Nope. The only one I can think of who'd even have the intelligence of running the criminal activity here smoothly anyway would be his overgrown girlfriend Salina. Now her I wouldn't mind working under if you know what I mean! Hah! Now get the fuck outta here Geek, I got work to do and your smell is gonna stick to my clothes for days! Get!\"\n\nYou back away from Bob before he hits you with his hammer or kicks you in the shin.\n\nIt wasn't what you expected, but perhaps Bob has subtlety shown you a way to get the midgets to ally with the Ring Master, but of course this means talking with Salina. That could be even more risky though, considering she's the object of Charley's \"love\". Not to mention she doesn't particularly like you.\n\nBut then again, who does?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go talk to Salina" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cautiously approach Salina's trailer, you're nervous as hell. You stop and hide behind a nearby barrel when you see someone coming out. It's Sasha. She looks like she's been crying, probably about Ajax no doubt. Salina seems to be telling her something and then hugs her before closing the door. When Sasha leaves you knock on Salina's door. She answers.\n\n\"Look, I told you…UGH! Its you! Get the fuck outta here Geek! No amount of money is gonna make me degrade myself for your festering ass! And you're upsetting my snakes with your odor!\"\n\"No, it's not that, I really gotta talk to you.\"\n\"You don't have anything to say that I wanna waste my time OR my sense of smell on, so…\"\n\"Please it s really important! It's about Charley and the future of the Carnival!\"\n\nSalina raises her eyebrow.\n\n\"Hmm, very well, but you're not coming in here, let's go someplace secluded where nobody can see me associating with you.\"\n\nYou and Salina walk to a nearby spot in the wilderness (Separately of course) to talk where you explain the situation to Salina.\n\n\"Yeah, so what does all this mean to me? If Charley takes over I win and if the Ring Master stays in power I still win. I don't see why I should get involved in this power struggle.\" Salina says unemotionally.\n\n\"You're not looking at the big picture. As it stands now you got some measure of freedom, but if Charley wins, this place will cease being a Carnival and become a crime ring. And while you might do alright gift and money wise, you'll be Charley's girlfriend full time at that point with little freedom. You know he's never going to let you do anything without his approval if he's in power. And if the Ring Master wins, chances are the criminal activity here is gonna be severely diminished without Charley to run it, meaning you'll probably be making less money.\"\n\"Okay…but don't you want the Ring Master to win?\"\n\"Yes, but she needs allies and I'm trying to get the midgets to ally with him and they won't if Charley's in charge of them.\"\n\"So I don't understand, what exactly are you proposing? You're kind of all over the place here.\"\n\"I'm saying I want YOU to take over Charley's position. You run all his business dealings.\"\n\"What? You're crazy Geek.\"\n\"Why? You're intelligent; surely you probably know all of Charley's secrets.\"\n\"Well THAT'S true. The little fucker insists on bragging about everything after sex, but what makes you think the midgets will follow me? I mean I'm a Normal.\"\n\"Please, you're a tall beautiful woman, the midgets will love you, didn't you see Wizard of Oz? Just as long as you promise to uphold all the things Charley did like protection from being bullied by rubes and keeping their payment the same, I don't think they'll mind you in charge instead of Charley. Think about it, YOU could be in charge of the whole operation, and it's not like the Ring Master will bother you as long as you don't try to screw with the everyday Carnival workings.\"\n\n\"I'd never do that, the Carnival has been like a home to me…I…\"\n\nSalina seems to stop herself before she displays too much emotion to you.\n\n\"Alright Geek, I'm willing to entertain this idea, but you have to do something for ME first.\"\n\"Okay, what?\"\n\"You gotta get rid of Randal.\"\n\"What? Why? What did he do?\"\n\"To me? Nothing, but he's competition and I can't have that.\"\n\"Competition for what?\"\n\"Nevermind, just get rid of him. Think of it this way, if you get him out of the picture, you'll also eliminate the leader of the third faction here which would really cement the Ring Master's supremacy here. Surely that should be incentive enough?\"\n\"You want me to kill him?!\"\n\"Look, I don't care HOW you get rid of him, just get rid of him before show time. If you do that, you can tell the midgets that I'll be taking over Charley's position when the time comes. Now don't speak to me again until you do this.\"\n\nLooks like you got MORE work ahead of you and you really don't know how you're supposed to get rid of Randal. You doubt if just asking him to leave is going to work, and while killing him would solve the problem, it's not really that simple to just kill a man even if you had it in you.\n\nYou could really use a drink…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Randal" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can't kill Randal, so you're going to have to just try to convince him to leave…somehow. You think perhaps Madam Orbec can help, since she has the most contact with him.\n\nYou approach Madam Orbec's tent which carries an air of creepiness about it. When you enter, you see her lying on the floor convulsing.\n\n\"Madam! Are you alright?!\" you run to her attempting to pick her up, but she pushes you away.\n\n\"GEEK! Take your filthy hands off of me! My body is for the spirits only! You will not molest my person lest I call down their wrath upon you! Though I'm not sure what more they could do to such a pathetic soul such as yourself, and death would be a mercy.\"\n\"Sorry, I was just trying to help.\"\n\"Liar! You sought me out, to help yourself! But still…your mission is a somewhat good intentioned one…even if you are in the dark about some of it…\"\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\"That's for the more enlightened to know, but I'm sure you'll find out eventually, assuming we decide to help you that is…\"\n\"How do you know that I want your help?\"\n\"I see what the spirits see! And the spirits see all! You're easier to read than an open book! You want to know how to get rid of Randal.\"\n\"How…nevermind. So how do I get rid of him? No…don't tell me YOU want me to do something as well!\"\n\"Actually getting rid of Randal would serve me…he wouldn't be around hounding me and the spirits all the time for one thing. The only reason I prefer him around is that he is a balancer of this carnival…but we see things are about to change…great changes…things would be better if he wasn't around any longer.\"\n\"So?\"\n\nMadam Orbec begins to talk to herself.\n\n\"Should we? Maybe. What about them? Later. Yeah, let's do it.\"\n\"Madam?\"\n\"Tell Randal to come to my tent, I will get rid of him. I shall tell him something that will give him cause to leave immediately. He won't even be here for showtime. You have the word of the spirits and Madam Orbec. Now leave me, we must prepare.\"\n\nYou leave Madam Orbec's tent and go find Randal. When you do, he attempts to avoid you, but when you mention Madam Orbec wants to see him, he pushes you out of the way to meet her right away.\n\nYou follow him and watch Orbec's tent, after awhile Randal leaves and heads back to his own tent. Orbec also exits and nods at you. You go back to Salina and tell her the news.\n\nSalina smiles and tells you everything has been set in motion, and she'll be ready. She then tells you to go tell the midgets.\n\nYou go back to Bob, who'd forgotten all about your discussion with him. In fact you have to remind him what it was you even discussed.\n\n\"So lemme get this straight Geek…Salina's taking over the crime trade here?\"\n\"Yeah, and she says everything will stay the same, the protection and the pay. All you gotta do is side with the Ring Master, after show time tonight.\"\n\"…Alright Geek, I'll tell the rest of the dwarves. I just hope all of you fuckers know what you're doing, because I guarantee if we get fucked in any way in this arrangement, YOU will be the first to feel our wrath!\"\n\nYou hope so too, a lot of this riding on the \"word\" of everyone. You don't actually have any assurance by anyone that everything's going to go as planned. You don't tell the Ring Master that when you go back to his trailer though. (After getting Atlas' permission to enter of course) you just tell her that he'll have her allies when the time comes. The Ring Master seems confident in you and tells you to get ready for show time.\n\nYou spend your remaining time a little on edge, wondering if everything is going to work out. You really wish the Ring Master hadn't put all this pressure on you.\n\nThen show time arrives, everything goes pretty much the same except you're a little distracted the entire time until you notice Randal doesn't show up at all. You hope that's a good sign that your plan has worked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the real show begins afterwards" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A dark moonlit night.\n\nCharley confronts the Ring Master with his army of midgets behind him as well as Ajax. The Ring Master has Atlas, and his usual allies, the Freaks are hanging in the darkness ready to strike if necessary. Most of the Normals though are nowhere to be seen. Your heart sinks…the midgets have still sided with Charley and you get so worried that you puke up the sheep testicles and pigeon heads you consumed for your act.\n\n\"Your time has come Ring Master! No longer will you exploit us! I'm taking over!\"\n\"So you can exploit your own people of course. Charley, I've put up with your delusions of grandeur long enough, it ends tonight. I have allies of my own, and you might find they are much more dedicated to me than yours are.\"\n\"It won't work Ringy, I got more in common with my people than you ever will! Blood is thicker, and yours is going to run everywhere if you don't peaceably leave…I'm giving you this one chance you pale she-male.\"\n\"Not likely.\"\n\nAt this point all of the freaks come out of hiding. Charley orders an attack, but the rest of the midgets do nothing…you cease worrying and Charley begins to get angry.\n\n\"What the fuck man? I told you fuckers to attack! I'm your leader!\"\n\"Not anymore Charley…we got a new one.\" Bob says.\n\"Who? HIM? This fucking hermaphrodite bitch?\" Charley yells pointing to the Ring Master.\n\"No, this tattooed bitch.\" Bob says calmly where upon Salina appears petting a cobra lovingly which is wrapped around her arm.\n\"Yes, this tattooed snake bitch to be precise. Give it up Charley; your time here is done. You don't have any allies anymore. I'd suggest you and the muscle bound woman beater leave NOW.\"\n\"You fucking back stabbing viper bitch…\" Charley says in shock.\n\"Hey fuck off cunt, fore I shove that snake up your ass!\" Ajax yells.\n\"You're certainly welcome to try, here catch!\"\n\nSalina throws here cobra at Ajax, which lands on him, he squashes its head, but not before it bites him a couple times. He runs at Salina, but the midgets trip him up and hold him down as the poison takes effect. Salina then puts out his eye, with her stiletto heel before he succumbs leaving Charley all by himself.\n\n\"Well Charley, it seems all your grand plans have failed. You have nothing left. I'd say there's no reason for you to stay. Atlas, if you would be so kind to escort this former employee of the premises…\"\n\nWhen the Ring Master says that, it typically means \"Atlas, after you break his neck make sure the body is properly disposed of.\"\n\nAtlas grabs Charley who attempts to defend himself with his sharp stick, but instead it's taken from him and broken. Then Charley's spine is taken from him and broken. Atlas lumbers off in the darkness to get rid of Ajax and Charley's bodies.\n\n\"So, I trust we'll have no problems Salina?\" The Ring Master asks.\n\"No problems from me, I have all I need, or I soon will have.\"\n\"Good, I suggest you and your new friends get some rest, we got a big show tomorrow.\"\n\nWhile Salina and the munchkin brigade leave and the freaks disperse as well, the Ring Master calls you out.\n\n\"Geek, you may come out of hiding, I'm sure you can see the danger is over, not that there ever was any.\"\n\"I can't believe it actually worked. Everything…\"\n\"See? I told you, you underestimated yourself. Not only did you save the Carnival, but you stabilized it even more. I told you, I saw potential even when there was none apparent. Do you still want to be a Geek? You could be so much more if you just put in the effort. Charley used to do all my leg work, but now that he's gone I need someone else to fit that role…would you be interested? Keep in mind that this new job would require a whole lot more responsibility and significantly less drinking as I would need you in a better frame of mind.\"\n\nAt one time you'd balk, but after seeing what you accomplished first hand, maybe you DO have potential. You accept and you're given Charley's old trailer.\n\nTime goes by and you stumble along the way with the first few months as you still have a really bad drinking problem, but fortunately the Ring Master is slightly understanding about that, and only sends Atlas to remind you ONCE to get it under control. (That incident really sets you on the straight and narrow) you get yourself cleaned up and actually become presentable. You're more of an organizer than a main event now, but you still go ahead and bite some chicken heads off every now and then for the kids.\n\nSalina is a pretty fair and even handed business woman when it comes to the being new leader of the midgets. Much more than Charley, and she also has Pervus and his clown crew eliminated during one night. Apparently they got rough with one of her girls. They were all found dead the next day. Nobody said anything outright, but the fact that little snake bites were found on their bodies was a pretty good idea who was responsible. However, the Ring Master said nothing since Pervus and his friends had it coming for a long time, not to mention with them gone things actually improved morale wise. (People tend to work better when their aren't evil demented clowns lurking around)\n\nYou also see Salina and Sasha get very close in a way that makes you tingle in the nether regions. Now you know why Salina wanted you to get rid of Randal. Without Ajax to kick her around anymore, Sasha probably would've fell for Randal (You also found out Madam Orbec told him he needed to leave the Carnival to find some magic book in some Mayan ruins that the spirits commanded him to retrieve…he never returned) but since he wasn't around, she ended up with Salina. They seem to be happy though.\n\nActually everyone at the Carnival seems to be a lot happier and more relaxed and it's all due to your actions.\n\nThe Ring Master has given you a second chance at life, a life with a whole hell of lot more meaning.\n\nYou've gotten respect at last." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cautiously approach Salina's trailer, you're nervous as hell. You stop and hide behind a nearby barrel when you see someone coming out. It's Sasha. She looks like she's been crying, probably about Ajax no doubt. Salina seems to be telling her something and then hugs her before closing the door. When Sasha leaves you knock on Salina's door. She answers.\n\n\"Look, I told you…UGH! Its you! Get the fuck outta here Geek! No amount of money is gonna make me degrade myself for your festering ass! And you're upsetting my snakes with your odor!\"\n\"No, it's not that, I really gotta talk to you.\"\n\"You don't have anything to say that I wanna waste my time OR my sense of smell on, so…\"\n\"Please it s really important! It's about Charley and the future of the Carnival!\"\n\nSalina raises her eyebrow.\n\n\"Hmm, very well, but you're not coming in here, let's go someplace secluded where nobody can see me associating with you.\"\n\nYou and Salina walk to a nearby spot in the wilderness (Separately of course) to talk where you explain the situation to Salina.\n\n\"Yeah, so what does all this mean to me? If Charley takes over I win and if the Ring Master stays in power I still win. I don't see why I should get involved in this power struggle.\" Salina says unemotionally.\n\n\"You're not looking at the big picture. As it stands now you got some measure of freedom, but if Charley wins, this place will cease being a Carnival and become a crime ring. And while you might do alright gift and money wise, you'll be Charley's girlfriend full time at that point with little freedom. You know he's never going to let you do anything without his approval if he's in power. And if the Ring Master wins, chances are the criminal activity here is gonna be severely diminished without Charley to run it, meaning you'll probably be making less money.\"\n\"Okay…but don't you want the Ring Master to win?\"\n\"Yes, but she needs allies and I'm trying to get the midgets to ally with him and they won't if Charley's in charge of them.\"\n\"So I don't understand, what exactly are you proposing? You're kind of all over the place here.\"\n\"I'm saying I want YOU to take over Charley's position. You run all his business dealings.\"\n\"What? You're crazy Geek.\"\n\"Why? You're intelligent; surely you probably know all of Charley's secrets.\"\n\"Well THAT'S true. The little fucker insists on bragging about everything after sex, but what makes you think the midgets will follow me? I mean I'm a Normal.\"\n\"Please, you're a tall beautiful woman, the midgets will love you, didn't you see Wizard of Oz? Just as long as you promise to uphold all the things Charley did like protection from being bullied by rubes and keeping their payment the same, I don't think they'll mind you in charge instead of Charley. Think about it, YOU could be in charge of the whole operation, and it's not like the Ring Master will bother you as long as you don't try to screw with the everyday Carnival workings.\"\n\n\"I'd never do that, the Carnival has been like a home to me…I…\"\n\nSalina seems to stop herself before she displays too much emotion to you.\n\n\"Alright Geek, I'm willing to entertain this idea, but you have to do something for ME first.\"\n\"Okay, what?\"\n\"You gotta get rid of Randal.\"\n\"What? Why? What did he do?\"\n\"To me? Nothing, but he's competition and I can't have that.\"\n\"Competition for what?\"\n\"Nevermind, just get rid of him. Think of it this way, if you get him out of the picture, you'll also eliminate the leader of the third faction here which would really cement the Ring Master's supremacy here. Surely that should be incentive enough?\"\n\"You want me to kill him?!\"\n\"Look, I don't care HOW you get rid of him, just get rid of him before show time. If you do that, you can tell the midgets that I'll be taking over Charley's position when the time comes. Now don't speak to me again until you do this.\"\n\nLooks like you got MORE work ahead of you and you really don't know how you're supposed to get rid of Randal. You doubt if just asking him to leave is going to work, and while killing him would solve the problem, it's not really that simple to just kill a man even if you had it in you.\n\nYou could really use a drink…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill Randal" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You'll have to kill him. It's the only way, since he'll never listen to you. You need a drink to get you ready for this though.\n\nYou sneak over to Charley's still, thankfully it's not being manned right now. You down a couple of bottle of the toxic swill, spilling some of it on yourself. After you're sufficiently \"prepared\" you steal one of the midget's hammers and head to Randal's tent.\n\nIt's now or never…\n\nYou enter Randal's tent which seems a lot larger on the inside than it does on the outside, but you figure it's the booze is effecting your perception. You see Randal getting dressed with his back to you. Excellent.\n\nYou creep as quietly as you can in your condition, step right behind him with the hammer raised up high and then…\n\nHe disappears before your eyes!\n\nYou do a double take, thinking it's the booze again, but then you feel a tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn around to a fiery flash. Not very good in any case especially since Charley's brew that you spilled on yourself earlier makes you quite flammable. You run around his tent attempting to put yourself out.\n\n\"Didn't you think I could SMELL you approaching Geek?\" Randal says. \"I have no idea why you would attempt something so foolish as to try to kill me, but I've always said the Carnival would be a lot better without the likes of you! TABAXINDOGA!\"\n\nWhatever Randal just said causes all your limbs to freeze up. The good news is you aren't on fire anymore, the bad news is you're turning to stone! Randal looks noticeably exhausted after casting his spells, but he's still holding all the cards.\n\n\"I hate to waste such power on you, especially before showtime. (Pant) it really takes a lot out of me, but sometimes such actions are necessary when being attacked. I'll have to inform Madam Orbec that the new spell she taught me works perfectly… I'll take that hammer, it'll come in handy.\"\n\nAs your body becomes completely stone, the last thing you see is Randal swinging the hammer at your head before it breaks into several pieces." } ]

[ "Family Friendly", "Fantasy", "Serious" ]

[ 107, 109, 146, 85, 32, 15, 13, 15 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category: family friendly Story elements: Family Friendly, Fantasy, Serious \nThis one's for the kids, no really!\nAdditional Notes:\nThis story has clear cut win/lose endings. There is nothing excessively unusual about this story, it's just a simple \"children's story\".\n(Yes, you can still die in it)\n As the masterful storyteller, it's your duty to transport the user into a realm of your making, where they're at the heart of every twist and turn. We're in this for the long haul: each of your replies should significantly propel the story forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You survey the battlefield that you've created. All sides have been at war for a long time, and also evenly matched. Who will win? It will all be decided on tonight.\n\n\"Hey! Its time to go to bed!\" you Mom says coming into your room.\n\nOr at least it would be, if you didn't have to go to bed!\n\n\"Aw Mom! I was just about to do something!\" you protest.\n\"Well you can do something tomorrow, right now its bedtime, you know the rules. But before you do remember to brush your teeth and put these toys away.\"\n\"But…but can't I leave them out? I got everything set up and like everything! The final battle for the universe is going to take place!\"\n\nYour Mom surveys everything you've set up. You have a myriad of unusual toys and figures standing next to each other. You have plastic knights standing next to space men defending a castle made of blocks on one side while across from them has a combination of green army guys in vehicles and some metal robots. And yet on the far side of your room is another army set up consisting of dinosaurs and some other monsters. She just smiles at your creativeness.\n\n\"Very well, it looks like you went to a lot of trouble, so okay. You certainly do have a vivid imagination to come up with some of the games you do.\"\n\nHappily you go brush your teeth, and think about the battle that's going to take place tomorrow! General Razor will try to storm the castle and Lord Justice will defend it! And then the Dino Demons will try to destroy everything! It's going to be so cool!\n\nAfter brushing your teeth, you head back to your room where you carefully step around the figures you've set up with care and get into bed. Of course as usual, you don't fall asleep right away; you read a couple pages of your favorite comic book first. Man you wish real life wasn't as boring as it is. There's no magic, no super heroes, no giant robots, no nothing! You often wished you lived in a world with all of those things.\n\nYou turn off the lights in your room when your Mom checks on you again and demands you go to sleep. You're still a little to wound up to fall asleep though, so you just lie in your bed thinking how tomorrow's battle is going to play out.\n\nOf course one bad thing about having an overactive imagination is letting it run away with you. Your room is dark, with only the dim moonlight shining in and creating creepy shadows on your walls. You begin to think the shadows are moving, begin to get a little scared and hide under the covers. Then you think back to something your mom told you the last time you got scared like this: \"Monsters aren't real. Nothing like that exists in this world.\"\nOf course she's right, after all you just thought the world you lived in was boring by not having those types of things in it.\n\nYou slowly peer out from under your covers, but unfortunately this isn't the work of your imagination. These shadows ARE moving and now they're right by the side of your bed. Red dots form their eyes and a bluish light form their grinning maws. Before you can cry out, one of them puts its hand over your mouth and puts its other hand to its own with its index finger to its lips. (Or rather where its lips would be if it had any)\n\n\"Shhhhhhh, the master wants to see you…there will be plenty of time to cry then, little one. Open up the portal.\" The shadow says\n\nSuddenly a purple portal opens up where your closet is, and two of the shadow creatures grab and carry you into it. The shadows run around you as you're carried down the green tunnel which the portal has lead into. They excitedly talk about how their master will be pleased for getting you. Of course all you're doing right now is panicking, and you start to struggle to get away, surprisingly, you manage to break free of their grip and start trying to run back to where they entered this thing.\n\n\"Get him! He's trying to run away!\"\n\"Do it quickly before the portal starts collapsing!\"\n\nAs you hear the shadows giving orders to each other, the portal tunnel that you're in is indeed starting to flash and blink a lot, when you look down at your running feet, the purple light \"supporting\" you disappears every now and then revealing only blackness. You can see your room just up ahead and you ALMOST reach it, before the green tunnel disappears completely.\n\nYou yell and scream about how you wish you back home as you fall through the endless void, and while that doesn't happen, you do suddenly appear someplace else…\n\nYou land roughly, scraping your legs and knees and getting your pajamas all dusty. After brushing yourself off and rubbing your hurting legs, you get a better look at your surroundings.\n\nYou're in what looks to be the middle of nowhere, though there is a small group of rickety looking houses nearby, probably a small village.\n\nOne thing is for certain, you know you aren't on Earth, because, a small multi-colored lizard like creature with three eyes scurries by your feet and into the wilderness beyond. You're still scared, but also fascinated by this place; however, you realize you need to figure out how to get back home and what exactly is going on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Upon entering you see many of the villagers just sitting outside their houses doing nothing, though a couple of them are lazily plucking some sort of stringed instruments. They barely pay any attention to you at all.\n\nYou know you're not supposed to talk to strangers, but in this situation you don't really feel like you have a choice, so you ask one of them for help.\n\n\"Hey, I need some help, these shadow things attacked me…\"\n\"Wazzat? Shadows? Shadows don't come 'round here boy, we's got ourselves a wizard to protect us! If you got shadow problems, maybe you should talk to him. He's a pretty smart guy. He's in that nice lookin' house over there, the one with the roof! Careful though, he's usually in a bad mood. Argues with his wife constantly too.\" The fat villager says going back to drinking whatever it is he's drinking.\n\nNot knowing what else to do you head over to the wizard's house. As you approach you can hear arguing from the inside.\n\nYou knock on the door which is opened by a young woman dressed in a waitress like outfit. She's pretty, but looks very tired, behind her appears an older man who doesn't look much like a wizard at all.\n\n\"Whadda you want kid? We ain't buyin' anything!\" he scowls.\n\"Are you really a wizard? You don't look like one.\" You remark.\n\"That's because he isn't a real wizard. He's a lazy charlatan!\" the woman answers.\n\"Shut up Talia, I was good enough to get YOU.\"\n\"Yeah, that's because I was too young and naïve to know any better! I knew I should've married a knight!\"\n\"Hah! And what knight would marry a serving wench like you?\"\n\"Melcar, I don't have time for your nonsense today, I have to go to work. Can you at least TRY to do something productive while I'm gone, like casting some cantrips to cut down the overgrowth in the backyard? Sheesh, I think I saw a nest of Furms making their homes in there and you know much I hate those little purple things! They infest everything and then you can't get rid of them! So can you DO that one thing, if nothing else?\"\n\"Yeah, yeah.\"\n\nThe woman throws her hands up in dismay and leaves the house, leaving Melcar and you alone.\n\n\"So, what's your deal kid? I know you ain't from this backwoods village because I know everyone here and you actually look like you bathe every once in awhile. You lost or something?\"\n\nYou explain your situation to Melcar, somehow he doesn't look surprised, but he does look a little more interested in you.\n\n\"Hmm, sounds like the Nightmare Tyrant. He has a habit of snatching people from other dimensions and draining them to harness his power. Those shadows you encountered are what's left of his victims. I'm not entirely sure of his methods for choosing, but I do know he only takes those with strong imaginations though. It's probably why he prefers children since they tend to be more inclined to think up fantastic things.\" You were lucky to escape from him.\"\n\"Well how do I get back home?\"\n\nMelcar looks at you a moment before replying.\n\n\"You interested in doing a little yard work?\"\n\"Uh…\"\n\"I'm really busy with an experiment, and I just don't have time to mess around with clearing the overgrowth in my backyard. If you do it, I think that'll give me time to complete my experiment, as well as giving me time to look up the spell that can take you back home.\"\n\"Well okay…\"\n\"Good, there's a scythe in the back. You shouldn't have too much trouble.\"\n\nMelcar closes his door and you walk around the back, which literally looks like a jungle. The grass is almost as high as you are and the scythe is a little too unwieldy and large for you to use properly. Soon tiny purple people appear and angrily throw small stones at you and squeak some sort of jibberish. They apparently don't like you trying to tear up their home.\n\nYou don't see how you're ever going to finish this task." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to scare away the purple people" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You try to scare the little purple people much like you've ran after pigeons in the park, however the purple folks won't be chased away so easily, this is their home after all, they just nimbly get out of your way and continue to pelt you with stones, which are really starting to hurt at this point, and a particularly large stone smacks you in the head knocking you out.\n\nWhen you wake up you're nowhere near the Wizard's house anymore, in fact you're quite a ways outside of the village! The purple people must've dragged you here. As you groggily get up, you wish that someone would help you. Just then a shadow looms over you, at first you get scared again, but fortunately this one is attached to someone. You look up and see a woman dressed in leather armor, she carries a bow on her back and a sword by her side. She gives you a serious look while she grabs your hand to pick you up. You notice she has pointy ears.\n\n\"Boy, what're you doing out here? Don't you know it can be dangerous out here? Do you live in that village?\" she asks.\n\"No, I was trying to look for help there. There was a wizard who said he could help me get back home if…\"\n\"Wizard? There wasn't any strong magic activity detected around here boy. Where are you from?\"\n\nYou explain your story, as the woman listens intently. Much like the wizard you ran into earlier, she doesn't seem surprised.\n\n\"Mm, yes you are a lucky boy indeed to escape from the Nightmare Tyrant, most never even have a chance. I think you better come with me, my name's Lyssia\"\n\"But the wizard…\"\n\"Trust me, you'll be safer with me, than that so called wizard you mentioned. Sounded like a hedge wizard that was just getting you to do some grunt work that he didn't want to do. He couldn't help you against the shadows, let alone get you back home. I might be able to though, well the Captain might anyway. We'll head back to my platoon's camp.\"\n\nYou feel somewhat safer with Lyssia, not to mention she seems like she's more readily going to help you, so you follow her. Eventually you arrive at a fairly large camp with armored knights, horses, and tents. Most of them look like they've been doing a lot of fighting recently and are still recovering from their wounds. When you enter the Captain's tent, you see him looking over some maps before he looks up at you. He's a man of average build, but his weathered and tired face shows the signs of having been in battle several times. His armor displays likewise.\n\n\"Lyssia, you better have a good reason for why you're bringing this boy into my presence. This is a mobile military unit; you know we can't be coddling civilians, let alone children.\"\n\nLyssia explains the situation and the Captain's attitude towards you changes to a more sympathetic one.\n\n\"Escaping from the Nightmare Tyrant's minions is no small feat, especially for one unprepared for such an encounter. The terror they radiate is normally enough to paralyze most with fear. You're obviously not a battle hardened soldier to such horrors, and there's no evidence of any magic about you. You must have an innate strong will, boy. Which is good since you'll most likely have to deal with them again.\" He says grimly.\n\"Again?!\" you exclaim.\n\"Yes, unfortunately the Nightmare Tyrant isn't fond of losing those he marks for capture. He has no doubt sent his Shadow minions to look for you. Fortunately you have us to help you now. We are a recon team for the Parran Empire, we've been fighting the Nightmare Tyrant for years, trying to find a weakness with little success. Though after some searching we think there may be a powerful weapon that can help us. It's in some ruins a few days from here, or should be. One can never know for certain with old legends. Now, I have a duty to defend innocents from evil, but I also have a duty to the Empire. I simply cannot take this team all the way back to the Empire just to drop you off there where our wizards can send you back home, I have a mission to complete first. You can either stay with us and then after the mission we shall all go back together, or I shall send a couple of my men with you back to the Empire. Keep in mind the Shadows are probably looking for you and they tend to hunt in swarms, so the more people defending you, the better.\"\n\nYou really want to go back home, but you're a little worried about not having all the protection you can.\n\n\"Well can't Lyssia go with me?\" you ask hopefully. Lyssia smiles a bit at your request, but the Captain shakes his head.\n\"Sadly no. While I can certainly understand and admire your judgment of wanting her to go with you, I cannot allow her to do so, as my mission will undoubtedly require her skills. As I said, I will send to two of my men, but that is all I can spare if you decide to head back to the Empire.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head back to the Empire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sooner you're out of this place the better, so you request to be escorted back to the Empire where their wizards can send you back home.\n\n\"Very well, I'll send Paladins Salzat and Lakri with you, along with an official letter explaining your situation. Good luck and may you return home without any ill-fated encounters.\" The Captain says handing you the letter for safe keeping.\n\nYou are presented to Salzat and Lakri who are explained their mission. Salzat doesn't look pleased; in fact he gets angry and exclaims his skills would be better put to use fighting the Nightmare Tyrant and other evil creatures, not looking after a child. Lakri on the other hand looks relieved. After the Captain shouts him down and tells him to obey orders, Salzat grumbles and gets on his horse. Lyssia puts you on your own horse, you've\nnever ridden one before, but she assures you that these are the best trained horses in the Empire and will serve you well. You're told you should reach the Empire in a few days.\n\nSoon you're off with your new travel companions They couldn't be more opposite. Salzat is a mean looking man with scars all over his face who barely speaks to you, but his armor is impeccably clean and well taken care of. It even has a shine to it, almost as if it was brand new. (He doesn't seem to wear a helmet though, perhaps that might explain all the scars) Lakri on the other hand is much kinder and talkative to you. His armor looks like its seen better days though. It's metal that looks hastily welded together, badly dented and even showing signs of rust! Unlike Salzat his suit of armor has a full face helmet which he's wearing right now and Salzat has chosen to taunt him about.\n\n\"Lakri, why are you wearing that thing? We aren't even going into battle you coward! I swear I don't know how any of you can see in those things anyway. I need to be able to swivel my head as quick as possible so I can see the next enemy I have to slay!\"\n\"Leave me alone Salzat! I like to make sure I'm protected! I don't want to end up all scarred and ugly like you! I intend on getting married one day!\" Lakri sputters.\n\"Feh! I don't need to look pretty; my DEEDS will win the hearts of damsels!\"\n\n\"How did you guys become Paladins?\" you ask. Surprisingly Salzat answers your question right away.\n\n\"Well unlike Lakri here, I didn't have royal family connections. I worked my way up through the ranks and went through special training so that I could become a weapon against evil and serve the Empire. If I could wipe out all the evil in this world myself, I would not hesitate to do so. There is no greater deed than to serve the cause of good and righteousness and right now my talents are going to waste escorting you!\"\n\"Yes, well I for one am glad for the break from battle. This is a nice change of pace than fighting trolls, shadows and other such nastiness. I wasn't really looking forward to going to those ruins the Captain mentioned either. Sounded dangerous.\" Lakri says.\n\"Yeah, well we know you're a coward anyway, and a disgrace to the Paladin name.\"\n\"I'm not a coward! I…just want to live alright? I mean is it so wrong that I prefer my life to not be at risk every five minutes?\"\n\n\"Why did you become a Paladin, if you don't like to fight?\" you ask.\n\"Oh, that's a long story…let's just say my Dad wanted me to.\"\n\"But you're a grown up, shouldn't you just be able to do what you want now?\"\n\"Ha ha! You think just because one grows up, you aren't subjected to being told what to do by your parents? Guess again. Ah well, perhaps you have less demanding parents. You must certainly like them, if you wanted to get home so quickly to see them again.\"\n\nBefore you can answer, Salzat suddenly looks up in the sky and draws his sword.\n\n\"Shut up! I sense something…\"\n\nSuddenly the sky grows considerably darker within only a few seconds and screeching can be heard from above. Dark winged creatures begin to descend from the sky\n\n\"SHADOWS!\" Lakri shouts.\n\"Alright! And here I thought I wasn't going to get to vanquish evil today! Come on and be destroyed foul creatures!\" Salzat laughs.\n\nAt this point Lakri and Salzat show their differences again. Lakri panics to the point that he fumbles and drops his weapon before yelling that you all should make haste to escape. Salzat on the other hand turns to face the winged Shadows. You don't see how he can possibly fight them all himself though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow Lakri" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're in no position to fight a bunch of flying Shadows, you're not armed with anything, and nowhere near being a warrior. You take you horse in the direction that Lakri headed, leaving Salzat behind to fight the Shadows, though you aren't safe yet as a few of them are still in pursuit of you.\n\n\"That's the one the Master wants! The little one! Get him! Get him!\" you hear raspy voices shout behind you.\n\nSoon your horse has almost caught up to Lakri's. Lakri seems to have forgotten that he's supposed to be DEFENDING you!\n\n\"Hey! Aren't you supposed to be protecting me?\" you shout at him, while briefly looking behind you to see how close the Shadows are.\n\"I…I'm sorry…I just…ARGH! Shadows! Gotta get away! Don't follow me, they're after you!\"\n\nLakri must be so frightened for his own life that he's gone half mad! Seeing that he's not going to lose you, he ends up jumping off of his horse and running off into the wilderness in an effort to ditch the Shadows. It works for him since they were never after him and they continue to follow you and are starting to close in…\n\nSoon one is close enough to grab at you, in an attempt to rip you from the back of the horse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attempt to punch at the Shadow" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With your free hand you attempt to punch the flying Shadow, but unfortunately it deftly dodges your attack and you unbalance yourself causing you to fall off the horse.\n\nYou don't land on the ground though since the flying Shadows swoop in to catch you before that happens. Of course now you're in their evil clutches. They laugh and cackle with glee as they take you back to the Nightmare Tyrant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're in no position to fight a bunch of flying Shadows, you're not armed with anything, and nowhere near being a warrior. You take you horse in the direction that Lakri headed, leaving Salzat behind to fight the Shadows, though you aren't safe yet as a few of them are still in pursuit of you.\n\n\"That's the one the Master wants! The little one! Get him! Get him!\" you hear raspy voices shout behind you.\n\nSoon your horse has almost caught up to Lakri's. Lakri seems to have forgotten that he's supposed to be DEFENDING you!\n\n\"Hey! Aren't you supposed to be protecting me?\" you shout at him, while briefly looking behind you to see how close the Shadows are.\n\"I…I'm sorry…I just…ARGH! Shadows! Gotta get away! Don't follow me, they're after you!\"\n\nLakri must be so frightened for his own life that he's gone half mad! Seeing that he's not going to lose you, he ends up jumping off of his horse and running off into the wilderness in an effort to ditch the Shadows. It works for him since they were never after him and they continue to follow you and are starting to close in…\n\nSoon one is close enough to grab at you, in an attempt to rip you from the back of the horse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hold on tight to the reins" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pulls away from the Shadow and hold on as tight as you can, hoping that somehow the horse can outrun these creatures, or at least hoping that someone can help you.\n\nNo sooner have you thought this, when suddenly you hear a sizzling sound followed by an ear piecing screech from above. The Shadow trying to rip you from the horse has been struck down by some sort of bolt of lightning. Soon another Shadow is destroyed in the same way\n\n\"Cursed Shadows! Just hold on to the reins boy and keep moving! There's a town up ahead where you'll be safe!\" you hear someone yell at you. You notice some trees and rocks along side of the road, but no people. Whoever it is helping you must be well hidden.\n\nEventually all the Shadows following you have been destroyed by bolts and you make it into the town, though you aren't sure of what to do or go next, but for now you're just glad to be alive. (Your horse has even clamed down a bit)\n\nWhile you just temporarily rest on top of your horse, you hear the voice of the person who helped you again.\n\n\"Ah there you are, glad to see you're alright. What's a boy like you traveling by himself in these dangerous times anyway? The wretched Nightmare Tyrant's minions seem to be everywhere nowadays.\"\n\nThe one who's helped you looks like a little different from what you expected, this man looks more like a warrior, but not like the knights you encountered earlier. More like a barbarian type. He's bristling with muscles and has a large axe carried on his back.\n\n\"You don't look like a Wizard.\" You say.\n\"Of course I don't, because I'm not.\"\n\"I thought only Wizards could cast spells.\"\n\"Oh that lightning bolts back there? That's thanks to this magic ring I found a long time ago. Though I think it's out of charges, it's useless except maybe to trade with now. Here, why don't you take it.\" He says giving you the ring.\n\n\"Thanks. I'm supposed to be heading to the Parran Empire to get back home.\"\n\"You live in the Parran Empire?\"\n\"No, but they're supposed to have Wizards there who can help me get back home.\"\n\nYou go into detail about your adventures to the barbarian; he seems a lot more surprised by your tale than the rest you've told have.\n\n\"That's some tale boy, though I have no reason to disbelieve you, given the things I've seen since my own travels as well as the things I have heard about the Nightmare Tyrant. His darkness has even reached my old homeland far north, though my people tend to be nomadic and the land doesn't really contain anything of major importance. We had more problems with the usual menaces of giants and trolls more than anything else.\"\n\"How come you're so far from home?\"\n\"Well as I said, my people are nomadic in nature, and I guess I'm even more so. I wanted to see other places outside of my homeland, so I traveled south to where civilization tends to thrive. I'll most likely return one day.\"\n\nBefore you continue this conversation, you have just realized you don't really know the route to get to the Empire. The Paladins were supposed to lead you there and now both of them are gone. You don't know who else to ask, you're all by yourself again and this barbarian did help you, so you give it a shot…\n\n\"Hey, um…could you help me get to Empire? I don't exactly know the way.\"\n\"Me? Well, I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask, seeing as I've never been there either, though I'm sure that wouldn't be too much of a problem, all I need is a few directions from someone and I could probably get there quickly…sure why not? As I said, I've never been to the Parran Empire lands so it wouldn't really be a wasted trip for me, but we probably should find a room somewhere first. Also I'll need to ask for directions. My name's Qualan by the way.\"\n\nQualan rents a room for the pair of you, but he doesn't stay, instead he says he's going to go ask for directions and explore the town a bit, and for you to just stay in the room and not to open it for anybody. He has the key, so he can let himself in. Soon you're alone again in a relatively barren room. It's pretty boring in here, but you try to keep yourself occupied, namely by thinking of all the people and places you've encountered since you've been here. In fact this is the first time you've actually got the chance to reflect on this little adventure. You also wonder about your Mom, she's going to be worried about you and probably have the police looking all over for you! And when you finally do return, what will you tell her?\n\nYou don't know, but what you do know for certain is that you DO want to get home as soon as possible. You find this place very fascinating, but the Shadows and the Nightmare Tyrant who's taken an interest in you is something you can do without. You just wish you had something that you could fight them off with…\n\nNo sooner does that pass through your mind when you notice something glowing under one of the beds. You cautiously check underneath it, and find a short sword. It faintly glows with a white light for a moment longer and then fades back to its normal color.\n\nAfter \"playing\" with the sword for a bit, you suddenly realize that you created the sword, or you at least made it appear. In fact you've caused quite a few things to occur just by \"thinking\". It seems like every time you \"wished\" for help, it suddenly arrived.\n\nMaybe you have magical powers here or something similar, this all can't be a coincidence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wish to be back home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you knew that it was a simple wish that could get you home, you would've done it a long time ago! You begin to think really hard about going back home. You close your eyes and try to visualize it.\n\nFor a moment you think you're succeeding, but suddenly all you begin to see is a black void and Shadow creatures. Something terribly wrong is happening. You really know it when you open your eyes and see nothing but darkness and you are being held down on some sort of smooth cold surface by Shadows and you no longer have your sword. A sinister voice emanates from the darkness and you're completely paralyzed with fear.\n\n\"Ah, yes I knew it would only be a matter of time before you tried that to get home. Fortunately I made plans ahead of time to prevent that from occurring. Of course, in a way you ARE home. Your new one anyway. Soon you'll be one of us… after a few alterations of course.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pulls away from the Shadow and hold on as tight as you can, hoping that somehow the horse can outrun these creatures, or at least hoping that someone can help you.\n\nNo sooner have you thought this, when suddenly you hear a sizzling sound followed by an ear piecing screech from above. The Shadow trying to rip you from the horse has been struck down by some sort of bolt of lightning. Soon another Shadow is destroyed in the same way\n\n\"Cursed Shadows! Just hold on to the reins boy and keep moving! There's a town up ahead where you'll be safe!\" you hear someone yell at you. You notice some trees and rocks along side of the road, but no people. Whoever it is helping you must be well hidden.\n\nEventually all the Shadows following you have been destroyed by bolts and you make it into the town, though you aren't sure of what to do or go next, but for now you're just glad to be alive. (Your horse has even clamed down a bit)\n\nWhile you just temporarily rest on top of your horse, you hear the voice of the person who helped you again.\n\n\"Ah there you are, glad to see you're alright. What's a boy like you traveling by himself in these dangerous times anyway? The wretched Nightmare Tyrant's minions seem to be everywhere nowadays.\"\n\nThe one who's helped you looks like a little different from what you expected, this man looks more like a warrior, but not like the knights you encountered earlier. More like a barbarian type. He's bristling with muscles and has a large axe carried on his back.\n\n\"You don't look like a Wizard.\" You say.\n\"Of course I don't, because I'm not.\"\n\"I thought only Wizards could cast spells.\"\n\"Oh that lightning bolts back there? That's thanks to this magic ring I found a long time ago. Though I think it's out of charges, it's useless except maybe to trade with now. Here, why don't you take it.\" He says giving you the ring.\n\n\"Thanks. I'm supposed to be heading to the Parran Empire to get back home.\"\n\"You live in the Parran Empire?\"\n\"No, but they're supposed to have Wizards there who can help me get back home.\"\n\nYou go into detail about your adventures to the barbarian; he seems a lot more surprised by your tale than the rest you've told have.\n\n\"That's some tale boy, though I have no reason to disbelieve you, given the things I've seen since my own travels as well as the things I have heard about the Nightmare Tyrant. His darkness has even reached my old homeland far north, though my people tend to be nomadic and the land doesn't really contain anything of major importance. We had more problems with the usual menaces of giants and trolls more than anything else.\"\n\"How come you're so far from home?\"\n\"Well as I said, my people are nomadic in nature, and I guess I'm even more so. I wanted to see other places outside of my homeland, so I traveled south to where civilization tends to thrive. I'll most likely return one day.\"\n\nBefore you continue this conversation, you have just realized you don't really know the route to get to the Empire. The Paladins were supposed to lead you there and now both of them are gone. You don't know who else to ask, you're all by yourself again and this barbarian did help you, so you give it a shot…\n\n\"Hey, um…could you help me get to Empire? I don't exactly know the way.\"\n\"Me? Well, I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask, seeing as I've never been there either, though I'm sure that wouldn't be too much of a problem, all I need is a few directions from someone and I could probably get there quickly…sure why not? As I said, I've never been to the Parran Empire lands so it wouldn't really be a wasted trip for me, but we probably should find a room somewhere first. Also I'll need to ask for directions. My name's Qualan by the way.\"\n\nQualan rents a room for the pair of you, but he doesn't stay, instead he says he's going to go ask for directions and explore the town a bit, and for you to just stay in the room and not to open it for anybody. He has the key, so he can let himself in. Soon you're alone again in a relatively barren room. It's pretty boring in here, but you try to keep yourself occupied, namely by thinking of all the people and places you've encountered since you've been here. In fact this is the first time you've actually got the chance to reflect on this little adventure. You also wonder about your Mom, she's going to be worried about you and probably have the police looking all over for you! And when you finally do return, what will you tell her?\n\nYou don't know, but what you do know for certain is that you DO want to get home as soon as possible. You find this place very fascinating, but the Shadows and the Nightmare Tyrant who's taken an interest in you is something you can do without. You just wish you had something that you could fight them off with…\n\nNo sooner does that pass through your mind when you notice something glowing under one of the beds. You cautiously check underneath it, and find a short sword. It faintly glows with a white light for a moment longer and then fades back to its normal color.\n\nAfter \"playing\" with the sword for a bit, you suddenly realize that you created the sword, or you at least made it appear. In fact you've caused quite a few things to occur just by \"thinking\". It seems like every time you \"wished\" for help, it suddenly arrived.\n\nMaybe you have magical powers here or something similar, this all can't be a coincidence." } ]

[ "Based Off A True Story", "Contest Entry", "Historical" ]

[ 112, 43, 41, 32, 13, 4, 2, 11 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\nhistorical\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nBased Off A True Story, Contest Entry, Historical\n\nA historical fiction based upon Alexander the Great and his rise to the throne.\nNote that not everything in this story is factually correct, but there is one path based upon true history.\nNote: Nearly every choice has an effect on something, so make your choices carefully. There are four epilogues to be found.\nCriticism is very welcome.\nThis is an entry for Bucky's 2017 December Story Contest\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Smoke from the burning city filled the air. Some detest the smell of smoke, others complain that it burns their eyes and throat. For Philip the Second of Macedon, however, smoke only meant one thing.\n\nVictory.\n\nHis eyes stay focused on the city of Potidea. Shouting, screams, and the sound of crackling fire reached Philip's ears, but he did not seem to be affected by it in the slightest. The man was the perfect picture of poise and power. He would never look away from the battle when started, for even the slightest moment. If he faltered for even a moment, then all of his plans could come crashing down. No, he would wait patiently for his field general to come back proclaiming victory in his and Macedon's name. Until then, he would wait here surrounded by his most trusted generals and guards. Philip only ever felt more home in one place. That being his fourth wife, Olympias', bed. He would often switch between the two things. His current battle, and his wife at home, whom, to Philip's delight, was pregnant. A son is what he hoped for, and one sired by him and Olympias was sure to be a boy of the strongest blood. She was getting fairly large at around the time Philip left for his current campaign, and while waiting for victory to be announced, Philip realized something.\n\n\"Polypias.\" Philip called out to his general, but still kept his eyes peeled to scene of chaos and destruction before him.\n\n\"My Liege.\"\n\n\"How long have we spent sieging this godforsaken place?'\n\n\"Around three months, my liege.\"\n\n\"I thought so. Prep-\" Before he can finish giving his command, a cheer goes up from the burning city.\n\nPhilip hears him before he sees him. \"Victory to Philip! Victory to Macedon!\" The man you've been waiting for, the field general, gallops out of the burning city with the city's flag on a chestnut war horse. In his right hand is a spear, and on that spear is the banner of Potidea. The field general, Philip can never seem to remember his name, decided that it'd be a great idea to set that same banner ablaze. Philip reminds himself to give the man a promotion.\n\nThe question Philip was going to ask Polypias is forgotten in the addictive wake of total victory.\n\nThe sheets of Olympias' sheets are soaked. Maids run in and out of the room frantically. Some carry sheets, while other's carry buckets of water, but among the throng of the people surrounding Olympias, one stands out more than the others. A young maiden stands with a bow and a quiver of arrows over her shoulder. Her face is a mix of approval and joy, and her very presence radiates silvery light and power.\n\nPhilip gazes around the room in awe. None of the maidservants seem to notice him, and in fact, Philip notices, ignore him entirely. Perplexed that his servants would disrespect their king so easily, Philip reaches out to rebuke the closest servant for their flippancy, but his hand goes right through her. He tries again with nearly all of the servants, save the maiden, yet none of them respond to his attempts in the slightest. Still confused, Philip walks to the opposite side of the bed from the young maiden and approaches Olympias. Surely his wife will remember him.\n\n\"Olympias,\" he says, then tries to touch her shoulder. His hand passes through, and he cries out in frustration.\n\nOlympias cries out as well, simultaneously startling Philip and knocking him to his senses. Philip re-examines the room, and after a few seconds of thought, realizes that his wife is giving birth. Instead of being frustrated at his predicament, Philip watches and waits.\n\nA maid, apparently the one in charge of the lot of them, shouts, \"It's happening!\" Maids move around nearly in unison and in preparation of what's to come. The head maid positions her hands below Olympias' midriff and starts moving her hands amid a mix of blood and skin. Philip looks on excitedly. If this is a vision like he thinks it is, then he really is seeing his son being born.\n\nSome moments later, the head maid withdraws her hands from Olympias holding a baby that looks as if it had been bathed in blood. A beautiful sound echoes throughout the room, and as much as he's glad to see his baby born, Philip can't help but feel a sense of foreboding. That sense intensifies when a new sound joins the glorious cries of the baby. This one not nearly so pleasant.\n\nOlympias' screams overpower the baby's cries. It spurs all of the maids back into action, for at the splendor of the baby, they forgot their first priority, keeping Olympias alive.\n\n\"No, no, no...\" Philip starts muttering incoherently as he realizes what's about to happen.\n\nThe maid's are fast and efficient, but no where near as fast and efficient as Philip wants them to be. Every scream of Olympias he hears marks another maid's face he memorizes. If she dies in the care of these people, then there will be eternal suffering for them to pay when he returns. Olympias' breaths turn from heavy, to shallow, then ending at virtually non-existent. Some of the maids start crying, but the head maid keeps working until she feels the last breath go out of her. Only then does she start crying as well. The baby lays in the arm of another nameless maid at the foot of the bed.\n\nPhilip's heart skips a beat, and it's all he can do to stop himself from crying as well. Of all the wives he'd ever taken, Olympias was the only one he could say that he truly loved. And now she was dead before his eyes. The reality of the situation hits Philip harder than it should, and despite his best efforts, Philip breaks down into tears.\n\n\"Please. Zeus, Hera. If there be any Gods out there, Please don't take Olympias away from me.\" He doesn't usually pray so earnestly, but the situation seemed to call for it.\n\nEven though he was the one asking, Philip was more than startled to hear a response. It came from the young maiden on the other side of the bed. \"Are you sure?\" The voice exudes power unlike any other he'd ever heard.\n\nPhilip looks to the young maiden. Her ancient silvery eyes look back at him, and her eyebrows are raised in question. Philip nods and manages to mumble a \"yes.\"\n\n\"You may come to regret this.\" Before Philip can ask what she means, the Goddess leans over and kisses Olympias on her brow. With that action she disappears leaving Philip, the maids, and Olympias alone.\n\nOlympias breathing goes from shallow to deep, and her wound seem to heal themselves. If the maids had been paying a little more attention they might have seen the miracle occur, but amid their despair and Olympias blood no one but Philip saw what happened.\n\n\"Give him to me.\" The voice starts out as a whisper, but it grows steadily louder until the maids realize that their queen is still alive. The chaos that filled the room moments before the birthing reenters the room as the maids clean the baby and her mother up. Philip stands beside Olympias with his eyes rimmed red, but his expression a mask of joy.\n\nPrior to this, Olympias and Philip discussed what your name should be if you were to be a boy.\n\nIt is there, in your mother's arms that she calls you by it for the first time.\n\n\"Alexander.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Olympias" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cling to your mother robes as tightly as possible, and look up into her eyes with a sad look on your face. She loves it when you hug her like that, and when you look at her with your sky blue eyes, she melts under your fingertips. It makes her want to sweep you into her arms, and hold you forever. You think it's because you remind her of you when you were just a baby, but what your mother often forgets is that you are the son of King Philip the Great, and Queen Olympias the God-Blessed. Thus, you are unnaturally talented in everything you've ever tried. So you can even trick the queen into doing what you want. Well at least that's what you think. Everyone else, including your parents, tell you that you're talented because you've been chosen by the Gods. That Artemis herself was there when you were born, and, what most people keep secret from you, that Artemis revived your mother when she died giving birth to you.\n\nAt the prime age of eight, you aren't sure if you believe that.\n\nYour dad's friends die all the time, and no Gods or Goddesses ever rescue them. You've never even heard of anyone being resurrected before, and even if it were possible, why your mother? Not that you're ungrateful if such a thing did happen, but why of all people her? You asked your mother once, and she just shook her head at you and told you not to worry about it. So then you went and asked Uncle Leonidas, and he just told you to continue your lessons and leave things like that to the adults. You responded by telling him he was being too condescending, and he nearly choked on the apple he was eating. Apparently six-year olds aren't supposed to know words that big.\n\nYou still don't have an answer to that question, but as you get older an older you care less and less. What matters is that your mom is here beside you...\n\n...and that by being affectionate to her, you can postpone Leonidas' lessons. Your mom holds you tightly to her, and you think that your plan will go through, but then she lets go.\n\n\"Go to your lessons, Alexander. You can't keep Leonidas waiting.\" She smiles and hugs you one last time, before motioning to your personal handmaiden, Lanike. \"Take him to Leonidas.\"\n\nSo today is one of those days. Your father left yesterday on another campaign, and it has mother sad. It's times like these that she likes to be alone, so like a good kid you oblige your mother's wishes. She did birth you after all.\n\nLanike grabs your hand and leads you from the room. Of all the women you know, Lanike and your mother are perhaps the only two that you will readily allow to touch you. If Goddesses really did exist, then there must have been some involved with the creation of this person. Beautiful black hair falls in loose curls around her perfect face. Her high cheekbones and rosy hue to her face compliment her appearance in an exemplary way. She was very young for a royal handmaid. Apparently her appearance wasn't the only good thing about her, for she worked her way up to this position through hard work and determination. The only two things, your father tells you, that can usurp latent talent.\n\nThe pair of you make your way to Leonidas' study, but as you near, your desire to to follow your mother's command dwindles. Leonidas was usually so engrossed in his paperwork that he barely notices when you're there anyway. You and Lanike turn down the hallway leading to your uncle's room and you find your opportunity dwindling. You still might be able to convince Lanike to let you skip the lessons. She is quite fond of you after all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to convince Lanike" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If there's any chance of you getting out of your monotonous lessons, then you're going to take it.\n\nYour walk slows until it hits an eventual stop. You keep hold of Lanike's hand, and thus, pull her to a stop as well. A look of confusion comes over her face.\n\n\"Alexander? Why'd you stop?\" Her dazzling grey eyes scan you over, but in preparation for your plan, you have your face tilted downward. That way she'll have to lean down to get a closer look at your face.\n\nYou don't respond, and instead only squeeze her hand tighter. Something about holding onto women tightly really makes them give into you, for the very next moment Lanike crouches down and looks into your eyes. You can see the hint of worry in her eyes, and this close you could practically read every emotion etched into her face.\n\n\"Alexander?\" The words are spoken quietly, and when you open your mouth to reply, you realize you've made a grave mistake.\n\nYour original plan was to get her as close as possible to you without having to look her in the eyes, and then all at once you would hit her with a full dosage of your hopeful and sad look. The one that mother always falls for. Then you'd explain that you didn't want to go to the lessons, and would rather stay with her. While you were thinking this, you forgot to factor in the fact that she would be that close to you. Instead of you hitting her with the full power of your cute child persona, she hit you with a dosage of her beauty, and the worst part is that she didn't even mean to do it. You were bested by someone by someone who didn't even try.\n\nStill no words came out. Realizing your folly, you walk around her and attempt to pull her along the path Leonidas's room. Lanike, however isn't having any of that. You made her concerned, and she wasn't going to let you alone that easily. She uses your hand as a hold, and pulls you back toward her. this time, you don't look into her eyes. That way you might not be caught in her hypnotizing gaze.\n\nShe notices this. \"Look at me, Alexander.\" her voice isn't particularly commanding, but you can't resist it. You give in to her command, and look directly into her eyes. She doesn't say anything, and just looks into your eyes. She stays there searching, trying to divine the problem that she still seemed to believe was troubling you. After a few moments of looking into your eyes, Lanike leans toward you and plants a soft, feathery kiss on your forehead. She then proceeds to run her hand through your thick golden hair. If you weren't speechless before, then you were certainly speechless now.\n\n\"If anything is ever bothering you, you can talk to me. Okay?\" You can only nod. \"Now, I know you don't really want to go to your lessons, but the queen told me to take you there, and if you stay standing right here I can't do that.\"\n\nYou hadn't thought of that, and you certainly don't want to get Lanike in trouble with your mother. Your mother was notoriously protective of you, and if she found out that you convinced Lanike to keep you away from you lessons, well you probably wouldn't see Lanike very much after that.\n\nYou nod again, and the pair of you continue onward to Leonidas' study. When you two get there, Leonidas is sitting in a polished wooden chair with a book in hand. his desk is positioned behind him, and another chair is sitting in front of him. Several bookshelves line the walls, and each of the shelves are filled with copious scrolls, parchments, and a few bound books.\n\n\"You're late, Alexander.\" his voice sounds like your mother's, filled with authority, but the similarities end there. While your mother has fiery red hair, Leonidas has dull brown hair. Even their facial structures are wildly different. The only thing they really have in common, aside from their demeanor, is their color eyes which, like yours, are sky blue.\n\n\"His mother kept him longer than expected.\" Lanike immediately comes to your defense.\n\n\"Hm. Is that so? It can't be helped then .\" He says this, but doesn't sound at all convinced. \"Now come Alexander. We have work to do.\"\n\nLanike ruffles your tousled golden hair one last time disappearing into the hallway. She'll be back in a few hours to pick you up.\n\nYou sit in the chair across from your Uncle.\n\n\"Alright. What shall we start with?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Philosophy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now that you're here you're left with very few options, so you choose the lesser of three evils. It's the lesser, because your uncle's primary vehicle in which he teaches philosophy is debate. Debate is more fun than simply memorizing things, hence the lesser.\n\n\"Philosophy.\"\n\n\"Good choice, my boy.\" You watch as a spark lights in the man's eyes. A true scholar indeed, for, you think, that only a scholar truly devoted to his studies could find enjoyment in such a task.\n\n\"Do you remember where we left off?\"\n\n\"We were learning about Socrates and...\" you trail off when you fail to remember what exactly about Socrates you were learning.\n\n\"Questions,\" Leonidas supplies readily.\n\n\"Questions?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"What does Socrates have to do with questions?\"\n\n\"What did Socrates spend his life doing?\"\n\n\"Teaching philosophy, right?\"\n\n\"How did he teach?\"\n\nYou rack your brain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"By asking questions until the answer was found.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hints were subtle, but the hints were there and you caught them. Leonidas was asking you questions until you were able to answer. It was smart of him to teach you in the very way that you were trying to divine.\n\n\"By asking questions until the answer was found.\"\n\nA smile stretches across Leonidas' face. \"Brilliant Alexander. I knew you'd get the answer.\"\n\nYou can't help the small smile that comes across your face, and you and Leonidas share a moment of kinship together before Leonidas expounds upon Socrates' method.\n\nThe rest of the lesson goes famously, and you end up having, dare you think it, fun. It ends all too quickly and soon you're presented with another question.\n\n\"Which lesson do you want to do next?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "History" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't really know why you decide to do history, as you've always disliked history the most among the subjects you were taught, but for some reason you feel like this lesson will be different.\n\n\"History.\"\n\nLeonidas raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he gets a twinkle in his eyes. \"Very well. I have a very special lesson for today. Tell me, Have you heard of the Trojan War...?\"\n\nLeonidas leaps head first into tale of heroes, gods, and revenge. This is certainly the most interesting tale Leonidas has ever told you, and you decide to give history a chance more often.\n\nSeeing your delight in the story, Leonidas asks, \"What was your favorite part?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"When the trojan horse plan was crafted.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You feel a twinkle in your eyes as you tell him.\n\nHe nods, elated that you're finally taking to history like he's always wanted you to. After you finish telling him, he relates to you his favorite part.\n\n\"Remember when Hector was finally bested?\" You nod thinking on the act of vengeance being taken. \"After that Achilles refused to return the body of Hector to the Trojans, but after a time and fashion, he gave in. It is then that the Achaeans and the Trojans entered into a truce. Both sides had taken heavy casualties, and many heroes died, so they took the time to bury their dead. That truce is my favorite part Alexander.\"\n\nYou nod, but don't quite grasp what he's trying to say to you.\n\nLeonidas continues. \"I would have you remember that in war there is a clear line between opposing forces, but in the end, when we are all dead, we are the same. Don't allow yourself to forget that when you go to war in your father's armies that even in times of war, there can be peace.\"\n\n'Even in times of war, there can be peace.' The words carve themselves into your memory, and Leonidas finishes his lesson.\n\n\"What do you want to learn about next?\" He asks you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Philosophy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leonidas glances outside, and then he immediately lets out a short, abrupt laugh. \"Well Alexander, it looks like you made it through the day.\"\n\nYou look up surprised. You would've never guessed that the time went by this quickly. Guess that old saying your mother says is true. Time flies by when you're having fun.\n\nYou hear someone footsteps, and immediately after that, a voice. \"Alexander?\" Lanike walks into the room and stands beside you. \"How were your lessons?\"\n\nYou look from Leonidas to her. \"They went well.\" That was your normal rote response, and was what Lanike and Leonidas expected you to say. Which makes it all the better when you add a genuine response. \"I actually really enjoyed the lessons today.\"\n\nSmiles spread across the pair's faces, and you get confused. \"Is that so odd?\" you ask curiously.\n\nLanike puts her hand on your shoulder and pats it softly. \"No not at all Alex. I'm just glad you're finally enjoying them,\" Leonidas says. \"I'll see you tomorrow then. On time as well I hope. Now go ahead and get going before your mother stats worrying.\"\n\nYou get up from your seat and grab Lanike's hand. The both of you start to walk through out of the room, but you decide to do something you've never done before. You turn around and look your uncle dead in the eye. \"Thanks for always teaching me Uncle.\"\n\nYou see his eyes start to glisten with tears. \"It's been a joy to teach you.\"\n\nWith that said, you and Lanike walk out of the room and head back to your mother's quarter's. If all your lessons go like today then you think your life will start to get a lot better. With a smile on your face and joy spread across your features, you go about the rest of your day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "2 Years Later" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From age eight to ten, you entered a period of extensive training. Your father Philip decided that if you were to be his heir to the throne, then you needed to be trained to your utmost potential. Your mother shared in this sentiment, and together they cracked down on you. No more were you able to manipulate them into letting you skip lessons, and from then on you were to be disciplined like a soldier.\n\nMost other kids would crack under the pressure, but you? You did no such thing. Instead of buckling under the weight of heavy familial, social, and political expectations, you thrived. You went from second best at combat (among the kids your age) to first in a matter of months. Your best friend, Hephaestion was second, and another kid, Cassander, called Cass, was third. Beyond that you began to throw yourself into studies of philosophy, and history at an unprecedented rate. You were even beginning to be more well read than the average adult. Even if your parents wouldn't fall for it anymore, you still practiced manipulating others to do what you wanted them to do.\n\nYou progressed so well in all aspects of your life that you were even beginning to question your doubts that you were Artemis' chosen. How else could you excel at everything so well? Everyone was impressed by you and your passion to better yourself, but among those that were, your mother stands far above the rest. She was so proud of you that she even suggested to you father that he should start taking you with him on his kingly matters.\n\nIt was for this reason that you now stood beside your father in a field outside the palace. You father recently found himself in need of a horse, and not just any horse, but one of superior quality and breed. A thessalonian merchant must've caught wind of this, and so brought his best horse to present to Philip.\n\nThe black stallion was a beautiful horse. Even for a king. Your father was wildly impressed, so much in fact that when the merchant charged him three times the amount for it your father was quite agreeable.\n\nAgreeable until he tried to mount the horse that is. Every time Philip neared the horse, it would trot away. your father tried several times to mount it, but each and every time he was either thrown off or unable to mount at all. It was quite the spectacle, for your father was not a man of weakness. He was humbled greatly, and you as well to see your father fail, by the experience.\n\nHeated, your father stalked back towards the merchant. \"I refuse to pay for a horse that I cannot ride. What use is it to me if it doesn't do what I wish?\"\n\n\"Please reconsider, my liege. He really is a fine horse. If you would but try once more, I'm sure you would be able to ride him,\" the thessalonian merchant pleaded.\n\nBut your father wouldn't hear of it. \"I've tried many of times yet. Surely I cannot rely on a horse in battle if it is this rebellious.\" Your father waved the merchant away, then approached you.\n\nYou look your father over. Anger surges across his features, but you know him well enough to not just see the anger. Disappointment colors his features. A little bit of regret as well. It was plain as day to you that he wanted that horse, for even now he stares longingly at the black stallion.\n\nYou follow his gaze and watch as the merchant's stable hands try and lead the horse away. Each time one of the men try and grab its reins the horse rears up defensively. You watch amused as they fail at what was supposed to be their job. You find it so appalling that you cannot simply stay silent and watch as they timidly approach the horse.\n\n\"You thessalonians lose out on an excellent horse because you lack the boldness to even manage him.\" You laugh brazenly. For a youth of ten, you could be quite condescending.\n\nYour father turns to look at you somewhat bewildered. \"Why do you rebuke those older than you as if you could do any better?\"\n\nThe merchant looks just as shocked as your father. \"If you think you can do any better, than be my honored guest my liege.\" Haughty, he continues. \"In fact, if you are able to tame him, then you can keep the horse for free.\"\n\nThe offer sounds tempting, and everyone's eyes turn to you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You accept the challenge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A semi-wild grin spreads across your face. \"I'll accept your challenge then.\"\n\nIf the merchant was upset before, then he was dumbfounded now. You guess he didn't really expect you to try something so daring, but hey, you didn't think you were going to accept his challenge either until a moment before you did.\n\nYour father's expression turns stony. He doesn't say a word, and all others watching stay silent as well. You take this as your cue, and begin to approach the beast.\n\nThe black stallion stands majestically as it grazes in the field before you. It faces toward you and away from the sun. Its eyes regard you for a moment before trotting away and grazing elsewhere.\n\nYou have the bravado down, but obviously it's going to take a little more than just that to tame this beast. Now, how to go about it..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try feeding it some grass" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The way to a horse's heart is through its stomach, right? What better way to tame the horse than by feeding it?\n\nYou nod to yourself assuredly. It was a solid plan. Certainly better than simply running up and holding on for dear life at least. You gather some grass up in a fist and slowly begin to approach the horse. It stays calm and collected as you approach, and even stays that way when you offer it the grass, but when it lifts its head to look at you it panics and rears up on its hind legs. You barely manage to escape without getting kicked in the face.\n\nYou hear an amused laugh behind you from the merchant, and you turn around to look at your father. His face retains its stony visage, but you think you can make out some disappointment in his eyes.\n\nYou turn back to the horse and mull over your other options." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You give up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't know why you were so insistent upon attempting to tame the horse. That and ridiculing those who tried, but now as you stand before it, you lose all hope of taming it you might have once had. You turn away from the horse embarrassed and walk back towards your father.\n\nWhen you don't act on your word the merchant laughs. \"All talk but no action. Just as I thought.\"\n\nYou stay silent, but your father won't have anyone insulting his son. \"You had a right to issue a challenge against my son, but cross that boundary and I will see to it that you never walk again.\"\n\nFear and regret alights the merchant's eyes and he quickly asks for forgiveness before hurrying and trying to rein in the majestic horse. You watch on shamefully. After finally entering the good graces of your father, you go and ruin it by becoming an embarrassment. You feel your father's gaze on you and you turn to face him.\n\n\"I wouldn't have expected you to do it anyway son.\"\n\nYou nod absently as if you aren't affected by your failure, but you could see, practically feel, the loss of respect from your father and anyone else watching. You tilt your head down in shame and pray to the gods for the day to be over with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "3 Years Later" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was the day. Your father searched for a long time, and now he finally found someone who he thought would be able to tutor you well enough. He'd been searching ever since it became obvious that there was nothing more for Leonidas to teach you, and Leonidas was no push over when it came to scholarship. Finding someone that would not only be better than Leonidas, but better than yourself as well would not be an easy task. That being said, your father did say he found someone \"suitable for your needs,\" and who were you to argue with your father?\n\nEven though you accepted having a new tutor, you remained skeptical even as you went to your very first lesson. It was a ways away from your home at the temple of the nymphs in a small village called Mieza. This doubly confused you, for surely a great tutor such as the one your father found would be quartered in a palace like that of the one you live in.\n\nDespite all of this, you were content, for there were many pros to this change in tutorship as well. For example, Hephaestion was to be tutored at your side along with a host of other nobilties' youth. You would be taught in a similar environment to the famed Academy of Plato, but you would also be taught further the art of swordsmanship along with various other talents.\n\nAll in all you hoped it would be an interesting experience.\n\nHephaestion shared this sentiment aloud as the pair of you made your way to the temple.\n\n\"I hope this goes well.\"\n\nYou yawn idly. \"I'm sure it will. It's only another tutor, and this time we'll actually be learning together,\" you point out.\n\n\"That is true, but honestly, I'm more worried about you than me. I know I have many things to learn, but Alex, you're accelerating at a rate far beyond me.\"\n\nYou don't respond. He is right after all. Your main reservation is that you might end up being woefully bored, and simply outclass anyone else there.\n\nSilence comes over you and Hephaestion until you make it out of Mieza entirely. The temple itself was located on the side of a hill, and was said to be pretty rustic in nature. Another interesting aspect of this whole escapade.\n\n\"Are you sure we're going the right way?\" You ask Hephaestion.\n\nHe nods readily. \"Of course. If I didn't memorize the way here, then you would've gotten lost for sure.\"\n\nAbout an hour passes by, and you repeat the question.\n\n\"Yes I know where we're going. Stop with the uncertainty. Don't you trust me?\" Hephaestion questions.\n\n\"Yes I do, but I thought the temple was much less than an hour away.\"\n\nHephaestion shrugs. \"I guess you were wrong then. It happens.\" He says this confidently. You wouldn't normally allow people to insult your honor so easily, but it was honestly one of the things you liked about Hephaestion. He's honest, and honesty is a valuable gift when your royalty, as people tend to lie to gain your favor.\n\nNearly another hour passes by, and you find your patience wearing thin. Hephaestion said that you were going the right way, but this was taking an inordinately long time.\n\nLuckily for the both of you, you see an older man in traveling robes heading along the road ahead of you.\n\nYou start to jog off in the direction of the man when you hear Hephaestion call out from behind you. \"Where are you going?\"\n\n\"To ask for directions. That gentleman over there looks like he knows where he's going.\"\n\n\"And I don't?\"\n\nYou hesitate, for you'd rather not offend your best friend, but at the same time you don't even know if he knows where he's going." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask for directions" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shake your head regretfully. \"I'm sorry Heph. I just don't think you know where you're going.\"\n\nA flash of sadness crosses his face, and you wince in response. You really wish he knew where he was going, but all the signs point to the opposite more obvious point. That you and him are lost.\n\nYou turn back to the man and jog in that direction. You hear Hephaestion follow behind you, and you're glad he wasn't offended enough to abandon you. As you approach, the man turns around and looks the both of you over. You do the same to him. Grey traveling robes adorn him, and his short cropped hair and beard are a mix of dull brown and grey. The fellow is older than you, but not quite as old as you first thought.\n\nYou speak first. \"Greetings. Do you happen to know of a temple nearby, or somewhere hereabouts?\"\n\nThe man nods, \"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Are you two headed over there right now?\" He glances at Hephaestion, and before you can respond Hephaestion speaks.\n\n\"We were headed over there just now, but my friend thought it expedient to make sure we were going the right way despite my adamant claims that we were going the right direction.\"\n\nYou turn around bewildered that your friend would give a stranger so much information, but Hephaestion doesn't meet your eyes so your glaring has no effect on him. You turn around as the man begins to speak.\n\n\"Well done Hephaestion. You executed your job perfectly. Many thanks.\"\n\nIf you were bewildered before, then you were astonishingly confused now. Neither of you offered your names to the stranger, yet he called Hephaestion by name.\n\nThe man straightens his back, and begins to circle you. He looks you up and down in a very obvious way. \"I take it this is Alexander?\"\n\nHe addresses Hephaestion whom immediately respond. \"Yes sir.\"\n\nHonorifics too? Who is this guy to make Hephaestion respect him so? The only other people he respected as much were his and your own parents.\n\n\"Who are you?\" Your voice is flavored with curiosity, and confusion.\n\nThe man doesn't speak, but simply continues looking you over. Hephaestion instead responds.\n\n\"Remember when I told you we were going to the temple?\" You nod your acknowledgement. \"Well that was only a half truth. Even if we did go to the temple, there wouldn't be a tutor there.\" He glances over to the stranger. \"Well at least not yet.\"\n\nYou turn back and look the men over again when you finally realize what Hephaestion is hinting at.\n\nHephaestion continues. \"He met with me several days ago and asked for me to arrange this. Evidently he wanted to meet with you outside the temple because as soon as we got there, he had no intention of paying you special treatment.\"\n\nYou repeat your question to the man once more. \"Who are you?\"\n\nThe man's brown eyes meet your own, and you see a intelligent look in them. As if he simply knows all of the answers to any questions you might pose. \"My name,\" he says, \"is Aristotle.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You'd gone into Aristotle's classes with your expectation wildly low, and came out with your expectations blown out of the water.\n\nYou didn't expect to learn very much, yet you've never learned more.\n\nYou didn't expect the tutor to be very amiable, yet Aristotle is like the grandfather you never knew.\n\nYou never expected to find a place where you would feel more at home than your real home, yet here it is before you.\n\nYou sit outside the temple entrance gazing around the near about endless fields and forests. Many different activities are going on, including sparring, horse riding, tree climbing.\n\nYour normal lessons are done for the day, and you are left with a few other things to spend your time doing. All of the activities you see going on are available to you, but if you feel tired then you could also just head to your quarters and fall asleep." } ]

[ "Humor", "Puzzle", "Quiz" ]

[ 114, 109, 135, 74, 26, 8, 6, 16 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of fan fiction, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Humor, Puzzle, Quiz\"\n\n\n\"My interpretation of one of my favorite TV shows from childhood: Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego? This work is primarily based on the TV game show version rather than the computer game, book, or cartoon versions.\nAuthor's note: Please do not cheat by using the Back button- just remember to Save the game every time you're promoted and Restore if you happen to lose.\nP.S. See if you can find all the Easter Eggs!\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gumshoe! The World Cup is the world's most popular soccer event. Every four years, the men's national teams of 32 countries from all over the world come together to play each other in a tournament. The winner receives a solid gold trophy depicting two human figures holding up a globe, and their name and year etched onto the bottom of the trophy. The first World Cup was held in Uruguay in 1930 and won by the home team. In 2010, South Africa will become the first African nation to host the World Cup. At least it was - until today!\n\n\"Sue Aside, Carmen Sandiego's youngest and most melancholic henchwoman, was passing by the World Cup in South Africa when she pathologically pilfered it from Nelson Mandela's hands.\n\n\"We believe she copped the World Cup trophy so she could have something to scrawl her angst-ridden poetry on. Now, it may have been awhile since you've last worked for us, so Special Agent Greg Lee will brief you on how to track her down. Gumshoe- your mission is to arrest the crook, and return the loot. Score a goal for ACME, and send Sue Aside off the pitch!\"\n\n(Outside the Chief's office, you meet Greg Lee, Special Agent in charge of training new recruits.)\n\n\"Alright Gumshoe- Sue Aside has stolen the World Cup from South Africa and it's up to you to recover it. You'll have to track down Sue Aside, and in order to do that you'll have to figure out where she is in the world based on the clues. You're going to receive some information from various sources at your current location that will point you to where Sue Aside went. When you think you know where the crook is, click on one of the links at the bottom of the page to fly to that location. But be careful, because every time you click a link, you will lose 10 HOURS of time. If you go to the wrong area of the world and the crook is not there, then you will have nothing to show for those 10 HOURS and have to try again. You only have 50 HOURSLEFT from right now before Sue Aside starts etching her poetry on the World Cup and ruins it forever, so you must catch her before then. If your HOURSLEFT ever reaches 0, then time has run out and you are too late.\n\n\"Below are a few dossiers to give you more background information on the characters involved. Over the course of your travels we'll get more of them to you as soon as they're available. Don't try to Use the dossiers, just read the descriptions- Using them won't do anything. We also have agents all over the world and sometimes they will be able to help you in various ways during your quest.\n\n\"OK, Gumshoe. That's about it. To get you started, we have a few clues to Sue Aside's last known whereabouts. The security guards at the World Cup facility recovered Sue Aside's diary, which she apparently dropped during her theft. It said that she was planning to visit the famous Great Wall, an object which can be seen from space, next. It also said that the country was the birthplace of Confucius, a great philosopher of the 5th century B.C. The diary also mentioned how much Sue Aside enjoyed reading the country's classics, such as Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Art of War, and Warlords: Strategic Conquest.\n\n\"It's up to you now Gumshoe. Good luck!\"\n\nWhere will you fly to?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "China (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You travel to China, a civilization that has been in continuous existence for 5,000 years. It is known to its citizens as the \"Central Kingdom.\" One of China's most popular tourist destinations is the Forbidden City. It was home to emperors of the Ming and the Qing dynasties, the last two dynasties of China, from 1420 to 1912. It was known as the Forbidden City because commoners were forbidden to enter the home of the emperor, who was considered divine. Today the palace is dedicated to preserving historical artwork and artifacts.\n\nIt doesn't take long before someone catches your attention. A sidewalk vendor is hawking watercolor paintings of tourists done in a brisk fashion. A few colorful strokes are enough to capture the visage of gullible tourists, including one who looks remarkably like Sue Aside.\n\n\"Yes, she was one of my customers,\" says the painter. \"This quiet girl was walking by yesterday, lugging a huge backpack carrying something very heavy. She asked me if I could draw a painting of her before she cut her wrists. I didn't understand what she meant, but she gave me the money to paint her- so I did. Just as I was about to finish the painting, she walked away to answer a phone call and never came back. I guess her painting will have to sit here until she comes back for it.\"\n\nYour cell phone rings. It's Greg Lee.\n\n\"Hey Gumshoe, we just received a clue from ACME PresidentNet. Our agent said he had a vital clue to help you track down Sue Aside's next whereabouts. Let me transfer him to you- it's Barack Obama.\"\n\n\"Greetings Gumshoe. The CIA has been tracking Sue Aside's communications ever since she stole the World Cup, and yesterday she received a call from someone we believe to be her father. Her father asked her to visit him in the largest city in Australia. It's located in the state of New South Wales. This city's Opera House is world-famous, and it was also home to the 2000 Summer Olympics.\n\n\"Good luck, Gumshoe. America and the rest of the free world is counting on you.\"\n\nWhere to next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Melbourne (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You reach the city of Melbourne, named after the 2nd Viscount Melbourne of Great Britain, William Lamb, in 1837. At the time, Lamb was the United Kingdom's Prime Minister and Australia was a colony of the U.K.\n\nA popular Melbourne landmark is Flinders Street Station, the main station of the Melbourne suburban train system. It has 14 platforms and 15 railway tracks. Approximately 110,000 commuters and 1,500 trains pass through Flinders Street Station every weekday.\n\nYou ask several loiterers nearby if they had seen anyone resembling Sue Aside. None of them have.\n\nAfter several hours of questioning strangers yields nothing, you make a phone call to the local ACME agency to see if they have any leads to Sue Aside's whereabouts.\n\n\"Nope. Sorry, rookie. We haven't seen Sue Aside anywhere in Melbourne. Our agents are usually pretty on top of things so you're better off trying somewhere else.\"\n\nWhere to next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have barely arrived in Sydney when you are greeted by a spectacular view of the magnificent Sydney Harbour Bridge. It is the world's widest long-span bridge and the fifth-longest spanning-arch bridge in the world. It carries train, vehicular, and pedestrian traffic across Sydney Harbour, between the Sydney Central Business District (CBD) and the North Shore. Not far from the Sydney Harbour Bridge are the Opera House, Royal Botanic Gardens, Government House, and many other sights.\n\nWhile taking in nearby Bondi Beach, you notice a drawing of a broken heart in the sand. You also see shoeprints leading away from the drawing. On a hunch, you follow the trail of shoeprints to a house down the road.\n\nFrom the outside, it appears to be a small brick house. There are flowers growing in the front garden, a white picket fence on either side, and the porch is well-kept. The shoeprints lead up to the door.\n\nYou ring the doorbell, and you could not be more surprised by who opens the door...\n\nIt's RoboCrook- longtime ACME nemesis, former VILE henchman, and one of Carmen Sandiego's most loyal accomplices!\n\nRoboCrook speaks to you in his deep, robotic, voice.\n\n\"Gree-tings. I am not sur-prised you are here. But me- no more thief. I- reformed. Recalibrated. Reprogrammed. Gone le-git many CPU cy-cles ago. Plant flow-ers. Water gar-den. Lis-ten to birds. In past life, many years guilty conscience. Meditation program initiated. Meditation program completed. I pro-cessed error of my ways. No more steal. Now live simple life.\n\n\"I re-gret bad things, so I help you. A few days ago I found daugh-ter. Many years ago, when I was still thief, I met woman. We fell in love. Sparks flew at the be-gin-ning. Ev-er-y-thing was per-fect. We even had a lit-tle girl to-ge-ther. But I was internationally want-ed. I could not be there for them the way they need-ed me to. I did not want to be a bad in-flu-ence on my daught-er. I left one night and nev-er came back.\n\n\"On-ly recently I was read-y to see her again. I con-tact-ed her and she a-greed to meet me here yes-ter-day. When she told me she be-came a VILE a-gent, I was shocked. She made the same mis-take I did. I tried to talk her out of it. But she was stub-born and got up and left, to an A-mer-i-can city located in the state of Lou-is-iana. It is home to Tulane University. Many people call it 'The Big Easy.' That is all I can di-vulge. Now, please- leave me to my sol-i-tude. And do not step on the daisies on your way out.\"\n\nWhere to next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Baton Rouge (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baton Rouge is the state capital. Commissioned by governor Huey P. Long in 1932, the Capitol Building houses the state legislature and the governor's office. At 34 stories tall, it is the tallest capitol building in the United States, and the tallest building in Baton Rouge.\n\nIn 1935, Long—then a U.S. Senator—was fatally wounded by an assassin in the Capitol Building, where the bullet holes can still be seen on the wall. He died two days later as a result of his wounds and his remains are buried in the Capitol gardens.\n\nLeading up to the main entrance are a series of steps with the names of all of the states in the United States in the order of each state's admittance to the Union. After the first 13 steps (symbolizing the original 13 states), there is a small platform. Behind this platform, the steps continue again with the rest of the 48 states. The 49th step lists both Alaska and Hawaii, which were admitted to the Union in 1959 after the Capitol was constructed.\n\nYou walk up the steps of the entrance and ask the security guard of the Capitol Building if he has seen anyone fitting the description of Sue Aside.\n\n\"Nope, can't say that I have,\" replies the officer.\n\nYou interrogate a few other possible witnesses.\n\n\"Nah, man. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" says the LSU student.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you are looking for wasn't here,\" replies the gardener.\n\nYou pace back and forth inside the halls of the Capitol Building when an apparition coalesces before you. It's the ghost of Huey P. Long.\n\n\"She's not here you dunderhead,\" says the ghost of Huey P. Long. \"You'll end up like me before you find Sue Aside in this city.\"\n\nYou leave the Capitol Building and decide on your next course of action.\n\nWhere are you headed now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baton Rouge is the state capital. Commissioned by governor Huey P. Long in 1932, the Capitol Building houses the state legislature and the governor's office. At 34 stories tall, it is the tallest capitol building in the United States, and the tallest building in Baton Rouge.\n\nIn 1935, Long—then a U.S. Senator—was fatally wounded by an assassin in the Capitol Building, where the bullet holes can still be seen on the wall. He died two days later as a result of his wounds and his remains are buried in the Capitol gardens.\n\nLeading up to the main entrance are a series of steps with the names of all of the states in the United States in the order of each state's admittance to the Union. After the first 13 steps (symbolizing the original 13 states), there is a small platform. Behind this platform, the steps continue again with the rest of the 48 states. The 49th step lists both Alaska and Hawaii, which were admitted to the Union in 1959 after the Capitol was constructed.\n\nYou walk up the steps of the entrance and ask the security guard of the Capitol Building if he has seen anyone fitting the description of Sue Aside.\n\n\"Nope, can't say that I have,\" replies the officer.\n\nYou interrogate a few other possible witnesses.\n\n\"Nah, man. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" says the LSU student.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you are looking for wasn't here,\" replies the gardener.\n\nYou pace back and forth inside the halls of the Capitol Building when an apparition coalesces before you. It's the ghost of Huey P. Long.\n\n\"She's not here you dunderhead,\" says the ghost of Huey P. Long. \"You'll end up like me before you find Sue Aside in this city.\"\n\nYou leave the Capitol Building and decide on your next course of action.\n\nWhere are you headed now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Biloxi (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baton Rouge is the state capital. Commissioned by governor Huey P. Long in 1932, the Capitol Building houses the state legislature and the governor's office. At 34 stories tall, it is the tallest capitol building in the United States, and the tallest building in Baton Rouge.\n\nIn 1935, Long—then a U.S. Senator—was fatally wounded by an assassin in the Capitol Building, where the bullet holes can still be seen on the wall. He died two days later as a result of his wounds and his remains are buried in the Capitol gardens.\n\nLeading up to the main entrance are a series of steps with the names of all of the states in the United States in the order of each state's admittance to the Union. After the first 13 steps (symbolizing the original 13 states), there is a small platform. Behind this platform, the steps continue again with the rest of the 48 states. The 49th step lists both Alaska and Hawaii, which were admitted to the Union in 1959 after the Capitol was constructed.\n\nYou walk up the steps of the entrance and ask the security guard of the Capitol Building if he has seen anyone fitting the description of Sue Aside.\n\n\"Nope, can't say that I have,\" replies the officer.\n\nYou interrogate a few other possible witnesses.\n\n\"Nah, man. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" says the LSU student.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you are looking for wasn't here,\" replies the gardener.\n\nYou pace back and forth inside the halls of the Capitol Building when an apparition coalesces before you. It's the ghost of Huey P. Long.\n\n\"She's not here you dunderhead,\" says the ghost of Huey P. Long. \"You'll end up like me before you find Sue Aside in this city.\"\n\nYou leave the Capitol Building and decide on your next course of action.\n\nWhere are you headed now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mobile (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baton Rouge is the state capital. Commissioned by governor Huey P. Long in 1932, the Capitol Building houses the state legislature and the governor's office. At 34 stories tall, it is the tallest capitol building in the United States, and the tallest building in Baton Rouge.\n\nIn 1935, Long—then a U.S. Senator—was fatally wounded by an assassin in the Capitol Building, where the bullet holes can still be seen on the wall. He died two days later as a result of his wounds and his remains are buried in the Capitol gardens.\n\nLeading up to the main entrance are a series of steps with the names of all of the states in the United States in the order of each state's admittance to the Union. After the first 13 steps (symbolizing the original 13 states), there is a small platform. Behind this platform, the steps continue again with the rest of the 48 states. The 49th step lists both Alaska and Hawaii, which were admitted to the Union in 1959 after the Capitol was constructed.\n\nYou walk up the steps of the entrance and ask the security guard of the Capitol Building if he has seen anyone fitting the description of Sue Aside.\n\n\"Nope, can't say that I have,\" replies the officer.\n\nYou interrogate a few other possible witnesses.\n\n\"Nah, man. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" says the LSU student.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you are looking for wasn't here,\" replies the gardener.\n\nYou pace back and forth inside the halls of the Capitol Building when an apparition coalesces before you. It's the ghost of Huey P. Long.\n\n\"She's not here you dunderhead,\" says the ghost of Huey P. Long. \"You'll end up like me before you find Sue Aside in this city.\"\n\nYou leave the Capitol Building and decide on your next course of action.\n\nWhere are you headed now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "New Orleans (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have barely arrived in Sydney when you are greeted by a spectacular view of the magnificent Sydney Harbour Bridge. It is the world's widest long-span bridge and the fifth-longest spanning-arch bridge in the world. It carries train, vehicular, and pedestrian traffic across Sydney Harbour, between the Sydney Central Business District (CBD) and the North Shore. Not far from the Sydney Harbour Bridge are the Opera House, Royal Botanic Gardens, Government House, and many other sights.\n\nWhile taking in nearby Bondi Beach, you notice a drawing of a broken heart in the sand. You also see shoeprints leading away from the drawing. On a hunch, you follow the trail of shoeprints to a house down the road.\n\nFrom the outside, it appears to be a small brick house. There are flowers growing in the front garden, a white picket fence on either side, and the porch is well-kept. The shoeprints lead up to the door.\n\nYou ring the doorbell, and you could not be more surprised by who opens the door...\n\nIt's RoboCrook- longtime ACME nemesis, former VILE henchman, and one of Carmen Sandiego's most loyal accomplices!\n\nRoboCrook speaks to you in his deep, robotic, voice.\n\n\"Gree-tings. I am not sur-prised you are here. But me- no more thief. I- reformed. Recalibrated. Reprogrammed. Gone le-git many CPU cy-cles ago. Plant flow-ers. Water gar-den. Lis-ten to birds. In past life, many years guilty conscience. Meditation program initiated. Meditation program completed. I pro-cessed error of my ways. No more steal. Now live simple life.\n\n\"I re-gret bad things, so I help you. A few days ago I found daugh-ter. Many years ago, when I was still thief, I met woman. We fell in love. Sparks flew at the be-gin-ning. Ev-er-y-thing was per-fect. We even had a lit-tle girl to-ge-ther. But I was internationally want-ed. I could not be there for them the way they need-ed me to. I did not want to be a bad in-flu-ence on my daught-er. I left one night and nev-er came back.\n\n\"On-ly recently I was read-y to see her again. I con-tact-ed her and she a-greed to meet me here yes-ter-day. When she told me she be-came a VILE a-gent, I was shocked. She made the same mis-take I did. I tried to talk her out of it. But she was stub-born and got up and left, to an A-mer-i-can city located in the state of Lou-is-iana. It is home to Tulane University. Many people call it 'The Big Easy.' That is all I can di-vulge. Now, please- leave me to my sol-i-tude. And do not step on the daisies on your way out.\"\n\nWhere to next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Biloxi (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Biloxi Light is a lighthouse built in the city of Biloxi in 1848 on the Gulf Coast. It and another are the only surviving lighthouses of twelve that once dotted the area. Biloxi Light is featured prominently on the state's current automobile license plates as a symbol of resilience. It has weathered rust, water, and hurricanes throughout its history. Even Hurricane Katrina, which ruined much of the infrastructure of Biloxi and the rest of the Gulf Coast in 2005, could not bring down Biloxi Light.\n\nYou walk around Biloxi, asking everyone you see about Sue Aside and the World Cup.\n\n\"No, sir. I have not seen this person,\" says the school janitor.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you're looking for isn't here,\" replies the Treasure Bay Casino cocktail waitress.\n\n\"Nah, partner. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" the canvasser replies.\n\nYou get the feeling you're on the wrong track. You try another location." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Biloxi Light is a lighthouse built in the city of Biloxi in 1848 on the Gulf Coast. It and another are the only surviving lighthouses of twelve that once dotted the area. Biloxi Light is featured prominently on the state's current automobile license plates as a symbol of resilience. It has weathered rust, water, and hurricanes throughout its history. Even Hurricane Katrina, which ruined much of the infrastructure of Biloxi and the rest of the Gulf Coast in 2005, could not bring down Biloxi Light.\n\nYou walk around Biloxi, asking everyone you see about Sue Aside and the World Cup.\n\n\"No, sir. I have not seen this person,\" says the school janitor.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you're looking for isn't here,\" replies the Treasure Bay Casino cocktail waitress.\n\n\"Nah, partner. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" the canvasser replies.\n\nYou get the feeling you're on the wrong track. You try another location." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Baton Rouge (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Biloxi Light is a lighthouse built in the city of Biloxi in 1848 on the Gulf Coast. It and another are the only surviving lighthouses of twelve that once dotted the area. Biloxi Light is featured prominently on the state's current automobile license plates as a symbol of resilience. It has weathered rust, water, and hurricanes throughout its history. Even Hurricane Katrina, which ruined much of the infrastructure of Biloxi and the rest of the Gulf Coast in 2005, could not bring down Biloxi Light.\n\nYou walk around Biloxi, asking everyone you see about Sue Aside and the World Cup.\n\n\"No, sir. I have not seen this person,\" says the school janitor.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you're looking for isn't here,\" replies the Treasure Bay Casino cocktail waitress.\n\n\"Nah, partner. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" the canvasser replies.\n\nYou get the feeling you're on the wrong track. You try another location." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mobile (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Biloxi Light is a lighthouse built in the city of Biloxi in 1848 on the Gulf Coast. It and another are the only surviving lighthouses of twelve that once dotted the area. Biloxi Light is featured prominently on the state's current automobile license plates as a symbol of resilience. It has weathered rust, water, and hurricanes throughout its history. Even Hurricane Katrina, which ruined much of the infrastructure of Biloxi and the rest of the Gulf Coast in 2005, could not bring down Biloxi Light.\n\nYou walk around Biloxi, asking everyone you see about Sue Aside and the World Cup.\n\n\"No, sir. I have not seen this person,\" says the school janitor.\n\n\"Sorry, the person you're looking for isn't here,\" replies the Treasure Bay Casino cocktail waitress.\n\n\"Nah, partner. I haven't seen the person you're looking for,\" the canvasser replies.\n\nYou get the feeling you're on the wrong track. You try another location." }, { "from": "human", "value": "New Orleans (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have barely arrived in Sydney when you are greeted by a spectacular view of the magnificent Sydney Harbour Bridge. It is the world's widest long-span bridge and the fifth-longest spanning-arch bridge in the world. It carries train, vehicular, and pedestrian traffic across Sydney Harbour, between the Sydney Central Business District (CBD) and the North Shore. Not far from the Sydney Harbour Bridge are the Opera House, Royal Botanic Gardens, Government House, and many other sights.\n\nWhile taking in nearby Bondi Beach, you notice a drawing of a broken heart in the sand. You also see shoeprints leading away from the drawing. On a hunch, you follow the trail of shoeprints to a house down the road.\n\nFrom the outside, it appears to be a small brick house. There are flowers growing in the front garden, a white picket fence on either side, and the porch is well-kept. The shoeprints lead up to the door.\n\nYou ring the doorbell, and you could not be more surprised by who opens the door...\n\nIt's RoboCrook- longtime ACME nemesis, former VILE henchman, and one of Carmen Sandiego's most loyal accomplices!\n\nRoboCrook speaks to you in his deep, robotic, voice.\n\n\"Gree-tings. I am not sur-prised you are here. But me- no more thief. I- reformed. Recalibrated. Reprogrammed. Gone le-git many CPU cy-cles ago. Plant flow-ers. Water gar-den. Lis-ten to birds. In past life, many years guilty conscience. Meditation program initiated. Meditation program completed. I pro-cessed error of my ways. No more steal. Now live simple life.\n\n\"I re-gret bad things, so I help you. A few days ago I found daugh-ter. Many years ago, when I was still thief, I met woman. We fell in love. Sparks flew at the be-gin-ning. Ev-er-y-thing was per-fect. We even had a lit-tle girl to-ge-ther. But I was internationally want-ed. I could not be there for them the way they need-ed me to. I did not want to be a bad in-flu-ence on my daught-er. I left one night and nev-er came back.\n\n\"On-ly recently I was read-y to see her again. I con-tact-ed her and she a-greed to meet me here yes-ter-day. When she told me she be-came a VILE a-gent, I was shocked. She made the same mis-take I did. I tried to talk her out of it. But she was stub-born and got up and left, to an A-mer-i-can city located in the state of Lou-is-iana. It is home to Tulane University. Many people call it 'The Big Easy.' That is all I can di-vulge. Now, please- leave me to my sol-i-tude. And do not step on the daisies on your way out.\"\n\nWhere to next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mobile (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mobile is known for having the oldest Mardi Gras celebration in the United States, dating back to 1703 when French colonists began the festivities. Named after Mauvila, a Native American town in the area, Mobile has seen French, Spanish, British, and American rule in its history, and the name Mauvila has been translated from one language to another, ending up as Mobile today.\n\nMobile's Carnival season begins as early as November with several balls. The parades usually begin after January 5. These parades consist of large, colorful floats carrying masked members (usually belonging to an organization) tossing small gifts, known as throws, to eager parade spectators as the floats roll downtown. Carnival season culminates on Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday, usually during mid-February. Mardi Gras parades draw huge crowds and toss the best and rarest throws.\n\nYou enjoy the festivities but keep an eye out for clues leading to Sue Aside's whereabouts. You stare at the colorful masks covering the throwers' faces. Could Sue Aside be hiding among them?\n\nNah. Parties and parades aren't Sue Aside's kind of thing. Plus someone dressed in black would stick out like a sore thumb in these parts. There is no way Sue Aside could be hiding out here.\n\nYou travel to another location." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mobile is known for having the oldest Mardi Gras celebration in the United States, dating back to 1703 when French colonists began the festivities. Named after Mauvila, a Native American town in the area, Mobile has seen French, Spanish, British, and American rule in its history, and the name Mauvila has been translated from one language to another, ending up as Mobile today.\n\nMobile's Carnival season begins as early as November with several balls. The parades usually begin after January 5. These parades consist of large, colorful floats carrying masked members (usually belonging to an organization) tossing small gifts, known as throws, to eager parade spectators as the floats roll downtown. Carnival season culminates on Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday, usually during mid-February. Mardi Gras parades draw huge crowds and toss the best and rarest throws.\n\nYou enjoy the festivities but keep an eye out for clues leading to Sue Aside's whereabouts. You stare at the colorful masks covering the throwers' faces. Could Sue Aside be hiding among them?\n\nNah. Parties and parades aren't Sue Aside's kind of thing. Plus someone dressed in black would stick out like a sore thumb in these parts. There is no way Sue Aside could be hiding out here.\n\nYou travel to another location." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Baton Rouge (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mobile is known for having the oldest Mardi Gras celebration in the United States, dating back to 1703 when French colonists began the festivities. Named after Mauvila, a Native American town in the area, Mobile has seen French, Spanish, British, and American rule in its history, and the name Mauvila has been translated from one language to another, ending up as Mobile today.\n\nMobile's Carnival season begins as early as November with several balls. The parades usually begin after January 5. These parades consist of large, colorful floats carrying masked members (usually belonging to an organization) tossing small gifts, known as throws, to eager parade spectators as the floats roll downtown. Carnival season culminates on Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday, usually during mid-February. Mardi Gras parades draw huge crowds and toss the best and rarest throws.\n\nYou enjoy the festivities but keep an eye out for clues leading to Sue Aside's whereabouts. You stare at the colorful masks covering the throwers' faces. Could Sue Aside be hiding among them?\n\nNah. Parties and parades aren't Sue Aside's kind of thing. Plus someone dressed in black would stick out like a sore thumb in these parts. There is no way Sue Aside could be hiding out here.\n\nYou travel to another location." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Biloxi (-10 HOURS)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sorry, Gumshoe. Unfortunately, you were too late. The crook has gotten away this time and the loot is no longer recoverable.\n\nYour have failed in your mission. But all hope is not lost.\n\nYou can Restart the game in the upper right-hand corner, leave Comments, or even Restore a game that you have Saved in My Stuff." } ]

[ "Humor" ]

[ 67, 48, 96, 39, 15, 3, 2, 2 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nfan fiction\n\nStory elements:\nHumor\n\nSeed text:\nA noble quest based on the film Monty Python's Holy Grail. This game is completely pointless and is basically me playing around with the Advanced Editor to see how it works. Hope it's fun anyway!\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Welcome to the Quest for the Holy Grail! In this game you play as Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England! ... Yes, you are rather impressive aren't you? Today seems like any other day of you riding through your kingdom with your knights of the round table looking for dragons to save and damsels to slay or something along those lines.\n\n\"Arthur! King of the Britons!\" You hear a voice bellow from above and suddenly the clouds part over your head and a cheaply animated adaptation of the Lord your God shines his glory down upon you.\n\nYou proceed with the ceremonial praising, grovelling and averting of your eyes for which God scolds you and tells you to stop sucking up.\n\nHe then explains that he is charging you and your knights with a sacred task, to seek the Holy Grail! He doesn't really explain what it's for or why he wants you to find it, but it's got the word \"Holy\" in it, so that must make it important, right?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Quest Begins!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your sacred quest for the Holy Grail has begun! Where do you want to look first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Dark Forest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so, you and your knights boldly make your way towards the Dark Forest, which is no more than two swallow's flights away!\n\nOh, that's an unladen swallow's flight away, obviously. It's more than two laden swallow's flights away. Four really, if they had a coconut on a line between them.\n\nAnyway, when you arrive at the forest, you come to a crossroads, where there are four signs. A sign saying \"Camelot\" which points back the way you came, a sign that says, \"Certain Death!\" Pointing to the east, a sign that says, \"REALLY Certain Death!\" Pointing to the west and a sign that says, \"Holy Grail this way!\" Pointing to the north. Where do you want to go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Certain Death!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You boldly head towards certain death with Sir Robin leading the way. Eventually your band comes to an abrupt halt when a three headed giant blocks your path.\n\n\"Halt!\" Yells the first head. \"Who goes there?\"\n\n\"It is I, Arthur, King of the Britons!\" You tell him rather proudly.\n\n\"Awhh, a King is 'e? Well isn't that fancy?\" The second head says sarcastically. \"Who does he think he's impressing?\"\n\n\"Oh, you're just jealous 'cos you couldn't pull off a crown!\" Says the third.\n\nA rather long argument then starts between the three.\n\n\"I could if I wanted too!\"\n\n\"No, he's right you know.\"\n\n\"You have a fat head.\"\n\n\"Ooo, I do not!\"\n\n\"Look will you two shut up and let's kill the King!\"\n\n\"Owh, why do you always want to kill everything?\"\n\n\"And he wonders why we never have guests.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah, I'm sure it's got nothing to do with your signs.\"\n\n\"What's wrong with my signs?\"\n\n\"You mean besides the fact that they've got 'Certain Death' written on them?\"\n\n\"Hey, I spent ages making those signs!\"\n\n\"Yes but you used our hands to make them.\"\n\n\"Well if he'd have done it, at least he'd have spelt them right.\"\n\n\"Yeah, the first five tries you kept writing 'Curtain Death'.\"\n\n\"Who'd be scared of a pair of curtains?\"\n\n\"Oh yeah? Well you're ugly!\"\n\n\"Your mother's ugly!\"\n\n\"Boris, we're conjoined triplets! His mother's your mother.\"\n\n\"... Oh yeah.\"\n\nWhile they're all busy arguing you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fight the giant" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let out a fearless roar and attack the giant, who grabs you and lifts you up with his giant's hand.\n\n\"Did you see that?\"\n\n\"See what?\"\n\n\"He just attacked me!\"\n\n\"So he did, the cheeky bastard!\"\n\n\"What shall we do with him?\"\n\n\"I say we throw him in the river.\"\n\n\"No, let's eat him!\"\n\n\"Ooo, don't you dare! You know Kings are bad for my indigestion.\"\n\n\"And the bones get stuck in my teeth.\"\n\n\"Well I'm not throwing him in the river. That's littering that it!\"\n\nWhile the three heads are arguing the giant's hold on you grows tighter until eventually you are crushed in their grip. You've died!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so, you and your knights boldly make your way towards the Dark Forest, which is no more than two swallow's flights away!\n\nOh, that's an unladen swallow's flight away, obviously. It's more than two laden swallow's flights away. Four really, if they had a coconut on a line between them.\n\nAnyway, when you arrive at the forest, you come to a crossroads, where there are four signs. A sign saying \"Camelot\" which points back the way you came, a sign that says, \"Certain Death!\" Pointing to the east, a sign that says, \"REALLY Certain Death!\" Pointing to the west and a sign that says, \"Holy Grail this way!\" Pointing to the north. Where do you want to go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "REALLY Certain Death!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so you and your brave knights ride boldly through the forest... No, I'm sure I can do better than that. I've used brave and bold before. What haven't I used? Noble? Chivalrous? Valiant? Yes, valiant! I like that one!. You and your valiant knights ride through the forest.\n\nEventually you start to hear rustling in the trees. Sinister laughter echoes all around you and some spooky violin music starts playing in the background.\n\n\"Ni!\" You hear a noise from within the forest.\n\n\"Oh no!\" You wail with horror. \"Cover your ears men, we are in terrible danger!\"\n\nYou and your knights cover your ears but you cannot block out the sound of that most dreadful and wretched of words! \"Ni!\" The sound comes again as a group of knights in horned helmets surround you. \"Pang!\" Another knight cries, and \"Nu womp!\" Yells another.\n\n\"No stop!\" You cry out in agony. \"I can't take it anymore! Please, have mercy!\"\n\nThe leader of the knights then emerges through the trees too confront you and declares, \"We are the Knights who say...\" Yeah, you guessed it. \"Ni!\" And the other knights all start chanting \"Ni\" along with him. \"And we shall let not let you pass unless you bring us a wide border to a garden where small bushes are thickly planted, or a similar larger area with a path winding through it.\"\n\nYou look rather confused. \"So you want a...\"\n\n\"Yes!\" He cuts you off. \"We want... A shrubbery!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You challenge the Knights to battle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I cannot let you interfere with my sacred quest!\" You tell the Knights of Ni. \"Knights of the round table... Attack!\" A glorious battle follows in which your followers hack away at the Knights of Ni with their sword and the Knights of Ni yell \"Ni!\" At you, but eventually your men can attack no more. It turns out hacking at someone with a sword is very difficult to do while covering your ears. Sadly you and you men are, for lack of a better word, Nid to death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your sacred quest for the Holy Grail has begun! Where do you want to look first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Castle Anthrax" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so, you and your knights set out towards the legendary Castle Anthrax. The days turn to weeks, the weeks turn to months, the months unexplainably turn into hours and The Hours turns into a 2002 drama film starring Meryl Streep and Nicole Kidman, which I've heard is really good.\n\nAnyways, you find yourself at the Castle Anthrax, where you are warmly welcomed at the door by eight school young blondes and brunettes, all between the ages of sixteen and nineteen and a half. Their's is a very lonely life of bathing, dressing, undressing and making exciting underwear, and they are utterly thrilled to meet so many handsome young knights.\n\n\"Greetings to you maidens. I am Arthur, King of the Britons!\" You tell them, \"And I have come here on a sacred quest to find the Holy Grail. Do you know where it is?\"\n\n\"Oh your majesty, you must be exhausted, come, come! Rest in one of our beds!\" Their leader Zoot suggests.\n\n\"I appreciate your hospitality young maiden, must I must find the Grail! Now is it here or not?\" But every time you bring up the Holy Grail, Zoot changes the subject.\n\n\"But you are weary and you must rest!\" She insists as she takes your arm. \"You may sleep in my bed. It is a very big bed. I'd say it could fit say... A King and at least fifteen scantily clad young women. Just come up stairs with me and we shall tend to your wounds.\" You are lead to Zoot's bedroom where you find a rather kinky looking nun costume, which you slip into your inventory because... Uhh... Because it's a clue! Yes, that's why! A very vital clue to finding the Holy Grail... Yes.\n\n\"Now you lay there and let us do all the work.\" Zoot tells you. \"I've been told by a very reliable source that the best cure for aching muscles is to cover yourself with melted chocolate and have three beautiful virgins lick it all off!\"\n\nAt that moment, Sir Lancelot bursts in the room and pushes the women out of the way. \"My Leige, we must escape this place! They do not have the Grail and these foul temptresses are trying to distract us from our holy mission!\"\n\nWhat will you do now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You save your men and heroically sacrifice yourself to these... Ehem... Foul Temptresses!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Getting out from the bed you heroically try to shoo Sir Lancelot away. \"Do not worry Sir Lancelot, I'll put these wicked wenches in their places!\"\n\n\"Oh yes!\" Zoot agrees. \"Let him put us in our places!\"\n\n\"Get away from him ye bride of Lucifer!\" Lancelot yells, pushing the women back with his mighty shield.\n\n\"Oh, don't worry!\" You tell him. \"I can tackle this lot single handed!\"\n\n\"Yes, please!\" Zoot begs. \"Let him tackle us single handed!\"\n\n\"No sire, I shall not leave you!\" Sir Lancelot insists as he starts to drag you out of the castle.\n\nWhat do you say?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, no! You can handle them! Save yourself!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, he'll beat us easily! We haven't a chance!\" Zoot calls as Lancelot pushes you down the corridor.\n\n\"No sire!\" Lancelot yells. \"We must leave now! You are in great peril!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look, let you go back in there and face the peril" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, it's too perilous!\" Lancelot tells you as he drags you out of the castle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look, it is your duty as King to sample as much peril as you can" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh, let you have just a little bit of peril?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, it's unhealthy!\"" } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "RPG", "Serious" ]

[ 513, 532, 819, 707, 178, 67, 60, 98 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nfantasy\n\nStory elements:\nRPG, Serious\n\nSeed text:\nThis is the first part of \"Tides of War\", a multi chaptered story.\nIn Betrayal, you play the role of the young Magus Uriel, a skilled elementalist accompanying an emissary's treck to a far off city.\nOn the road, you will face enemies that only skill, luck and a deep understanding of your magic will allow you to survive Uriel's very first adventure...\nWhile sometimes slightly cynic, the game is supposed to be more serious than funny, with an appeal to those roleplayers among you. :)\nThe game plays in the entirely fictional world of Thyr, were magic rules the societies, and brave men with swords valiantly defend their settlements against goblins, trolls and other hideous monsters.\nI played with the thought of converting it to an Advanced Game, so that the game remembers your Element, for example, but then I am too much of a FightingFantasy-style fan, and if you really want to cheat by browsing back or pretending to be something different than you are, as long as you enjoy yourself, you're welcome...\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Welcome to Magus: Betrayal!\n\nYou are known as Uriel, master elementalist and accomplished magician of the Acadamy of Alzur.\nThe Spark, the talent to manipulate the essence of the elements in everything, has enabled you to live a youth far away from the spears of the soldiers, or the toils of the peasants.\nA findling you are, born to unknown parents and found on the steps of the Academy, but this is not a fate unusual, for the times are harsh for those without the privilige of noble heritage, and few can spare the resources to feed yet another crying mouth.\nIf the Magi of the Academy had not found the Spark in you, they would have turned you over to one of the servants to grow up as one of them, a practice that comes closest to local charity, and ensures that the servants are loyal to the Academy.\nBut this fate was spared to you.\nFrom earliest childhood you learned the arts of the scribe, the arts of the rune and the arts of the Elements.\nYour life has been one of scholarship, and learning, and even though your thoughts sometimes turned towards the parents you never had, you soon accepted that the Academy was your family, never knowing anything different.\n\nHowever, a restlessness in your soul worried your teachers. You were sharper than most of your classmates, and thus began to find the lectures boring, often huddling alone in your study with an ancient tome borrowed from the library with the librarian's grudging permission, learning on your own faster than your teachers could hope to achieve.\n\nFinally, the master magicians admitted defeat. They no longer could teach you anything, and thus it came as a relief to them, that you were chosen, with two other magicians, to fortify the guard of an Alzuran emissary on the dangerous, bandit-infested road to Khofte, a coastal city in the far south.\n\nThe council of magicians apparently thought that a bit of adventure would help to dull your restlessness and sharpen your practical skills.\n\nTo begin with, you must choose to specialize in one of the five elements: Fire, Air, Water, Ice and Earth.\nYou may still manipulate the other four, but you can only hope to access the powerful effects with the element of your specialization.\nFurthermore, specializing in one element also slightly affects your character. Ice elementalists are known for the cool and logical mind, while Earth magicians tend to be protective of their charges.\n\nChoose your Specialization." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You choose to specialize in Fire, the element of Passion, Heat and Destruction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly, and with passion, learned everything you can from your chosen element, regarding little else.\n\nYou especially have disregarded the lessons of Water and of Ice, having nothing but contempt for those who have to think through every situation when, obviously, there is need for speed.\n\nYou possess a greater physical prowess than most of your classmates, and since your inborn arrogance left your without many friends but quite some enemies, you had to use your quickness and strength to avoid being the target of constant ridicule - noone dared to ridicule you after a while.\nInstead, you became something of a loner. You simply know you are a better magician than the others, and you are willing to prove it.\n\nThe specialization of Fire enables you to aquire a deadly arsenal of combat spells, far superior to that of other magicians. You are also able to command the element of elements, the Flames themselves, to do your bidding. Also, you are somewhat resistant to their heat.\n\nMake a note somewhere that you have specialized in Fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are ready to begin your journey!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is early summer in the world of Thyr, and the smell of spring has not yet left the air.\n\nThe emmissary's trek consists of two coaches, one for the magicians, of which there are two more on board, and one for the emissary and his bodyguard himself. Furthermore, there are two dozens warriors on horse accompanying the trek, some of which are scouting ahead.\n\nIt has been two days since you left the Academy of Alzur, and by now you have left the city's military influence, as can be witnessed by the steady growing worse of the road.\n\nYou know close to nothing about Fahan Brownhand's - the emissary of Alzur - orders, or about the man himself, save that he is known to be a devious mind and a quick judge of character, abilities well received within a politician.\n\nAlso you know that your trek is carrying valuable gifts in jewels and gold for Khalar, the citystate you are destined to reach within the week.\n\nYour two magician-companions are no strangers to you. Opposite of you is sitting J'Arel Whitefang, a young man emitting an aura of arrogance that is barely to bear in the confines of the coach. He is, as you know, a capable Fire elementalist.\n\nCurrently on top of the coach, unable to bear the presence of J'Arel any longer, is Lucius Tarchild, an Air mage of some renown. Unfortunately, Lucius is somewhat senior to you, and thus he has the right of first choice, as he explained to you with a wink.\nAlready weary by the long trip so far, you did not argue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wish to pass the time and speak with J'Arel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "J'Arel looks up from some thought in surprise, as you cough to catch his attention. His cruel eyes narrow themselves, and he pierces you with his look.\n\n\"What is it that you want?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Do you know anything about the road ahead?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes narrow even further as you ask him about the road ahead. Then he snorts, and shakes his head, while saying:\n\n\"Only as much as you, I suppose. The road will be getting a lot worse the next days, and when we reach the outskirts of Thalun Forest in two days, who knows what will await us in these ancient, dark and magical woods...\" His voice is getting dark and foreboding, and then he suddenly breaks into laughter.\n\n\"Peasants' superstition. Likely some bandits roam the Woods, and that's the reason why lone travellers sometimes are never seen again.\"\n\nHe grins, and forms a magical gesture with his left palm, upon which a blueish flame appears there, a ball of pure energy powerful enough to burn through a tree when hurled with enough force.\n\n\"However, we are no lone travellers\", he adds, his malicious grin broadening. Then, he claps his hands together, and the flame vanishes.\n\n\"I doubt that some ragged band of bandits is going to choose us as our target anyway,\" he says, sounding disappointed. \"Those soldiers look like excellent fighters, and I am certain the bandits will see this as well.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, the coach shudders to a halt. Voices call out, but your first reaction of worrying is soothed as you recognize them as your scouts' voices.\n\nThe captain of the scouts, a burly man in leather armor, approaches the second coach, which is occupied by Master Brownhand, the emissary of Alzura. The captain dismounts his gelding, and appears to speak agitatedly with someone inside the coach - which is all you can make out. Unfortunately, they are too far away to understand a word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Will do nothing but wait." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The captain of the scouts is arguing agitated with someone inside the other coach, but you cannot make out the words, nor interpret the gestures. Probably nothing important.\n\nYou lean back against the hard wooden seat of the coach, wishing for something to break the monotony of the trip. Already you wonder when you will arrive at your destination. Or at least return to the comfort of the Academy.\n\nSuddenly the door is opened by Lucius, who had been riding the top of the coach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucius is a tall, slender man. There is always the sly grin on his face, and his hair looks like he has been in a tornado.\n\nRight now, looking at J'Arel and you, his grin nearly splits his face, causing J'Arel to scowl back.\n\n\"Well, look who's here. Not suffocated yet, I hope\", Lucius grins. J'Arel only snorts with disdain, throwing you a meaningful look as if the journey would have been quite pleasant without your companionship inside the coach.\n\nBefore you can think of how to answer that challenge, Lucius continues as if not noticing the tension between the two of you: \"Looks like we got ourselves some trouble coming. The captain of the scouts just raced his horse nearly to death coming here, then barely pauses to take a breath before arguing with old Farhan. Seems like they want us to make camp here, instead of driving on, but Farhan doesn't sound too happy about that.\"\n\nLucius gives the countryside an appraising glance.\n\n\"Can't say I blame them. It's a good position here, with the hills in front and the plains at the back. At least if anyone's sneaking up on us, they're doing so from only one direction.\"\n\nJ'Arel interrupts: \"Phah, let them come, so we can finally have some use. I don't see why...\"\n\nLucius holds up a hand to silence J'Arel, cocking his head to one side and closing his eyes, as if listening intently.\n\nAs you strain to hear anything untowards yourself, you notice it... the silence is unnatural. Where the journey was accompanied by the rustling of leaves and grass, the chirping and buzzing of insects and the caws of birds, there is now silence... even the horses of the guards seem to hold their breath.\n\nThen suddenly the first volley of arrows hit the group. Lucius curses and hurls himself into the relative but crowded safety of the coach, but a few of the guards do not have as much luck.\nThe air is filled with the rearing of horses and the screams of the wounded. The captain of the scouts turns to face the enemy, but gives only a gurgle, as you can see the black arrow protruding from his neck.\n\nBlood runs out of his mouth, and for a horrifying second, he seems to stare at you with the paincrazed eyes of the already dead, before falling from his horse only to be gored by the panicking beast.\n\nWhen you catch yourself again, you see that J'Arel and Lucius are already preparing spells, even if they cannot yet see who is attacking you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Will wait until it becomes clear who is attacking you and wherefrom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to stay in the relative safety of the coach.\n\nJ'Arel, suddenly engulfed in an aura of sizzling flames, jumps out of the coach and hurls a ball of fire in the general direction of the assault.\n\nLucius leaves the coach on through the other door, and immediatley the carriage is rocked by gusts of wind, which also cause the arrows to stray.\n\nOne arrow, however, flies straight at J'Arel's head - but it bursts into flame upon touching his aura.\n\nSomeone bellows a command over the screams of the guards, and those that survived the initial deadly onslaught charge off into the direction where the volleys came from.\n\nYou are considering your options, when suddenly a lightning strike that turns you blind and deaf turns J'Arel into a cinder, but not before you hear his piercing death scream and see, in minuite detail how the fire mage's skin peels off under the tremendous energy of the lightning.\n\nShocked, you decide to join the combat as quickly as possible, before the next strike perhaps hits the coach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Desperately, you attempt to get your bearing.\n\nFrom the twoscore warriors that accompanied the emissary's treck, only one dozen survived the initial deadly volley of black arrows.\nHowever, the guards are rallied and charge the enemy, apparently a group of about half a hundredship ragged looking beings you immediatley recognize as large goblins, led by a couple of their shamans. While a single goblin is no match for a human warrior, the shamans double the goblins' threat, and they make up in numbers what they lack in size.\n\nLucius is using his powers over the wind to make arrows useless, and most goblins have thrown their bows away and now wield evil looking barbed knives.\n\nOne guard, trying to charge through the goblins to strike down a shaman, is dragged from his horse, and both the guard and the poor beast soon disappear und the goblin's small twisted bodies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are an adept of Fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The flame of the Spark is strong within you today, and your fingers itch with the desire to channel your magic.\n\nThis is it... this is how it feels to have an adventure! If not for the seriousness of the situation, you would laugh with delight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Will use your powers over Fire to rain destruction down the goblins!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You climb up the coach to get a better overview of the battle, trusting Lucius to do what he's best at, and turn away any stray arrows from you.\n\nYou close your eyes, drawing deep from the burning energies within you provided by the Spark.\nWhen you open them again, they seem to be ablaze.\n\nIn your hands, a powerful ball of flame forms, and you hurl it directly where the goblins' throng is thickest, where it explodes with a deafening noise.\n\nAbout twenty goblins remain on the ground, charred.\n\nAnother ball of flame takes out a dozen more of the wicked creatures, and this is sufficent to break their morale, and they turn to flee.\n\nThe soldiers cheer, and strike down the fleeing goblins as they run back to the hills from where they came.\n\nSuddenly, Lucius screams in pain. With another ball of flame formed in your hand, intended to speed the goblin's flight, you turn to see that Farhan Brownhand, emissary of Alzur, has stabbed Lucius in the back with an evil looking sword that protrudes from the Air adept's chest.\n\nHe grins wickedly at you and makes a gesture with his offhand. Instinctively you hurl your fireball into his general direction, and throw yourself from the coach.\n\nJust in time, as it explodes under you, smouldering splinters burying themselves into your robes and into your flesh.\n\nShaking, you stand up, turning to Farhan and the spitted Lucius, and prepare another spell..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stare disbelieving at Master Brownhand, and before you can launch a spell at him, he uses your hesitation to weave a quick strand of fire at you.\n\nYou barely dodge the small bolt of fire that jumps from his fingers and flies past you.\n\nSeeing he missed you, he curses and prepares another spell. You have to act quick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You attempt to sever or unravel the spell's weave when Farhan casts it, thus countering it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You concentrate, and your mental eyes follow the Farhan's weaving. He uses Fire, and mixes Earth in it, but when he leashes it out, you already took hold of one of the strands of magic with your mental touch, and the spell already unravels itself as it is cast.\n\nWhen it reaches you, it is nothing more than a gust of warm wind that ruffles your hair.\n\nInfuriated, sensing what you have done, Farhan pulls the black blade out of Lucius' body, and, brandishing it, charges you.\n\nOut of the corners of your eyes you see that the guards are approaching the obviously crazed emissary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You flee towards the guards, hoping that they will overpower the Magus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing Farhan approaching you with the evil-looking dark blade in his hand that is still glistening with Lucius' blood, you jump down from the top of the coach and hurry towards the surviving guards, knowing that you do not stand a chance against the master Magus alone.\n\nFarhan laughs, and you hear behind your back the incantations as he prepares another spell.\n\nHe is only a precious few steps behind you, but the remaining guards, led by a scarred and blackbearded bear of a man, already charge at Farhan with swords drawn.\n\nSuddenly, you hear a sizzle, and it is only instinct that saves your life. You throw yourself on the ground in midrun, just as the first guards pass you in the other direction, and, accompanied by a loud crackle, a searing pain blazes across your back, just before one of the guards in front of you emits a loud scream, and something bright hits him in the chest.\n\nAs you quickly jump to your feet again, bloodied and dirty, with a singed back, you hear another sizzle, a crackle, and then a double scream, as two guards that are running at Farhan are hit by more lightning.\n\nYou turn around, and the four remaining guards are about to swing their swords at the emissary, when suddenly, out of the shadow of the coach, Farhan's bodyguard, a bulky man that moves with the gracefulness of a cat, launches himself at the group of guards.\n\nFarhan turns to flee towards the hills, as his bodyguard snaps the neck of a guard with his bare hands. You shudder involuntarily as you hear the sickening sound.\n\nBefore you can react, the burly man is spitted on the sword of the black bearded soldier, and Farhan, weaving a last spell, disappears in a clap of thunder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Farhan Brownhand, the emissary of Alzur, is gone and his bodyguard is dead.\n\nOnly three guards - and yourself - survived his treachery and the goblin attack. All agree that Master Brownhand had been probably in league with the goblins, but why he would attack the trek himself, noone knows.\n\nThe situation looks grim, reports Kor, the scarred and blackbearded bear of a man who led the charge against the emissary. He is a seasoned veteran, and you can see in his eyes the disgust for this treachery.\n\nThe horses drawing the coach are all either dead or have fled. Night is coming soon, and the road through the hills is known to be a dangerous way even in daylight. Bandits and bands goblins roam the area, as you were forced to experience yourself.\n\nThe plains are not much better. Any camp made on the way would be like a beacon to anyone searching for them, and neither Kor nor you have no doubts that Farhan will likely return - with or without help - to finish what the goblins had begun.\n\nAs a Magus, even a rather inexperienced one, the duty of leadership is on you, but Kor is ready with advice.\n\nBasically, you have only few options. You might attempt to travel back to the Acadamy and report of Farhan's treachery.\nOr, you might attempt to find him before he finds you. Teleport weaves, as Farhan has used to escape, are tricky: They are dangerous to pull off, because inexperienced adepts attempting to move their essence to somewhere else usually unravel themselves and get no second try. Also, the further away the destination is, the more difficult the spell becomes, and you know that even a master magician like Farhan Brownhand must have been tired after the spells he crafted during the battle.\nYour guess is, that he fled to somewhere in the hills, and Kor agrees with you on this, for in the plains, there is nowhere to hide for several miles around, not even a light wood or a small village.\n\nThe only thing you know for certain is, that it would be wise to leave this place as soon as possible, as long as the enemy Magus is still weakened from his spellcasting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Will turn back and attempt to make your way to the Academy to report Master Brownhand's treachery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guards pack their gear with some relief about the decision, and, lightly packed, you abandon the coaches in the coming twilight.\n\nHappy to leave the scene of the slaughter, an invisible tension leaves the men you did not notice before.\n\nNoone is happy to have Master Brownhand now in his back, but all of you are glad that he's not right in front of you.\n\nThe guards march at a good speed, and you, not really used to such sports, wondered whatever must have ridden you to ever complain about riding inside a coach.\n\nSoon, night falls, and the clear sky would be a beautiful sight were you in a mood for it. However, the moon is young, and there is not much light to see by.\n\nKor asks if you are capable of lighting a globe, and wearily, you agree.\n\nConcentrating briefly, although much, much longer than you would usually need, you create a shining sphere between your hands and command it to float over your group.\n\nKor reaches out to you as you stagger, your mental exhaustion nearly complete, but you catch yourself, and although your dignity as a Magus takes quite a scratch by stumbling because of such a simple spell, you are too tired to rightly care.\n\nSoon, the guards go off the road, and you just fall over on the ground when you hear that everyone agrees that now, you are far enough away from the place of the ambush to rest a while.\n\nYou are already asleep before you hit the ground and do not notice that someone wraps a blanket around you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of fried bacon and spiced tea wakens you, and, although bleary-eyed because of a rest that was too short by far, you stand up to face a barely rising sun.\n\nYou are greeted by the guards, and handed a wooden mug of the hot water as well as a small plate of food, and then, it is already time to break camp. You agree to to travel with all haste back towards the Academy.\n\nThe day passes uneventful, although you find yourself in a very bad shape. You wonder why you could have ever complained about riding inside a coach, stuffy as it might have been. The guards march a fast tempo, and you are barely able to keep up, even though your packing is somewhat lighter than that of the others.\n\nThe next day, your back feels like a wooden plank... even despite the blankets that are part of your travel gear, sleeping on the ground is never going to be your preferred method of rest, and you already long for the comforts of life at the Academy.\n\nKor reports that you are likely to reach Alzur by midevening the next day, and you are happy to hear so.\n\nThe next two days pass uneventfully also, although tension grew because everyone was expecting Farhan to return, or another goblin attack. Suspicions rose when you noticed the increased military patrols around, but they ignored a group of travellers and your desire to reach the council of the Academy was too great to become entangled with the military.\n\nFinally, after a journey you are glad to forget about, the sight of the walls of Alzur is very welcome to you.\n\nBut something is wrong. The gates, usually open all day and night, are barred, and the military presence has been more than doubled.\n\nKor apparently recognizes one of the guards and approaches him. The guard obviously expresses surprise and worry at seeing you return so early, but before you can question him what happened, you are immediatley led to the quickly roused council... it is past nightfall, after all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are lead into the heart of the city, and something definitely feels wrong here. The atmosphere is tense unlike the teeming, bustling city you left only five days ago.\n\nThe huge ironwrought gates of the Academy are opened for you, and your group enters. Without even given the chance to refresh yourself, much to your dismay, you are led before the council's chambers and bidden entry.\n\nThe chambers themselves are somewhat in disarray, as if there had been a meeting recently and yet no time for the personell to clean, and three of the five High Magi look like indeed they have been roused from sleep. They stare at you, some with unhidden contempt, until finally Tharain Ironweave, highest of the Magi, steps forward and explains the situation to you.\n\nThere had been an assassination attempt on the wedding night of princess Jessamin of Khalar, the very city your treck was initially heading. This was exactly two days before.\nAnd, apparently, evidences point towards Master Farhan Brownhand, Alzur's very own emissary sent there, as the assassin.\n\nYou begin to remark that this is not possible, your treck barely left Alzur's lands, but the High Magus interrupts you, that they knew this very well.\n\nYet attempts to explain that to the Khalifat of Khalar met only disbelief, understandingly so. They want some sort of proof.\n\nYou briefly relay to the council what happened to you on your treck, the attack of the goblins and Farhan's treachery, and are met by stoic silence.\n\n\"Do you, then, have any proof that could convince the Khalifat to take back their declaration of war?\", you are asked.\n\nNumbly, you shake your head.\n\n\"Then\", Thalain sighs and suddenly appears much older than he is, \"this war cannot be turned away...\"\n\nWishing your first adventure would have turned out to be more successful, you retire into your room, but the longing for comfort leaves a bitter aftertaste when you think that Farhan Brownhand, the traitorous emissary of Alzur, escaped your grasp..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Farhan Brownhand, the emissary of Alzur, is gone and his bodyguard is dead.\n\nOnly three guards - and yourself - survived his treachery and the goblin attack. All agree that Master Brownhand had been probably in league with the goblins, but why he would attack the trek himself, noone knows.\n\nThe situation looks grim, reports Kor, the scarred and blackbearded bear of a man who led the charge against the emissary. He is a seasoned veteran, and you can see in his eyes the disgust for this treachery.\n\nThe horses drawing the coach are all either dead or have fled. Night is coming soon, and the road through the hills is known to be a dangerous way even in daylight. Bandits and bands goblins roam the area, as you were forced to experience yourself.\n\nThe plains are not much better. Any camp made on the way would be like a beacon to anyone searching for them, and neither Kor nor you have no doubts that Farhan will likely return - with or without help - to finish what the goblins had begun.\n\nAs a Magus, even a rather inexperienced one, the duty of leadership is on you, but Kor is ready with advice.\n\nBasically, you have only few options. You might attempt to travel back to the Acadamy and report of Farhan's treachery.\nOr, you might attempt to find him before he finds you. Teleport weaves, as Farhan has used to escape, are tricky: They are dangerous to pull off, because inexperienced adepts attempting to move their essence to somewhere else usually unravel themselves and get no second try. Also, the further away the destination is, the more difficult the spell becomes, and you know that even a master magician like Farhan Brownhand must have been tired after the spells he crafted during the battle.\nYour guess is, that he fled to somewhere in the hills, and Kor agrees with you on this, for in the plains, there is nowhere to hide for several miles around, not even a light wood or a small village.\n\nThe only thing you know for certain is, that it would be wise to leave this place as soon as possible, as long as the enemy Magus is still weakened from his spellcasting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are specialized in the powers of Ice, and will attempt to divine the target of the emissary's teleportation spell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It should be not difficult to find such a powerful weave as a teleportation spell.\n\nYou close your eyes and enhance your trained mental senses to a point where you can feel the pattern of the world around you.\n\nBut although you search the point where Farhan has disappeared, you do not find any traces of the weave. You ponder this fact, and come to the conclusion that Master Brownhand must have masked the weave. This is a very difficult to achieve while casting or maintaining a spell, and your respect for the other Magus grows, whatever he might have done.\n\nYet your insight does not help you, and you are unsure of how to go on - a state which you, as an Ice Magus deeply dislike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It is only logical that someone should report the treason, but such a powerful Magus must be stopped. Thus you venture alone into the hills, and send the men back to the Academy to report." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kor expresses worry about your shape, but you assure him that you do not intend to face down Farhan Brownhand in hand to hand battle right now, but it is important that you find out what Farhan is up to, and eventually, the warrior agrees.\n\nYou are handed a flask of some of the strong smelling brew with healing powers, and set up with light gear into the hills, with the best wishes of the guards and a short sword from one of the fallen - you usally carry no weapons with you, but your mental exhaustion is too great to be certain that you are able to defend yourself if attacked.\n\nKeeping slightly away from the main road, you travel crosscountry, following the trail of the fled goblins from the foiled ambush as best as you can.\n\nWearily, you walk on, although twilight slowly gives way to the starfilled darkness. Suddenly, you notive some movement in the distance... a goblin patrol!\n\nConfidence that you are still on the right track gives away to fear as they appear to have seen you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are a Magus of Air, and an illusion will certainly divert them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gathering your last mental resources, you conjure the image of a powerful warrior.\n\nOnce finished, it looks indeed a bit like Kor, the scarred leader of the guards, and you wonder if you have overdone it a bit when it charges the goblins with deadly silence.\n\nThe goblins however break at the sight of the charging giant of a man, and dropping their assorted weaponry, they cry something in their own gutural language and flee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Will pursue them, hoping they will lead you to their hideout." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The goblins flee before you, and after ten minutes in pursuit - your lungs are about to give away - you arrive at a spooky scenery: Apparently the goblins' camp is under attack by wolves!\n\nTheir howl fills the night and make it seem even more dark. The goblins, under attack from all sides, fight with uncommon valor, but even the surprise reinforcements that fled before you are cut down by the powerful jaws of the wolves within seconds.\n\nA black, wolfformed shape is within their midst, and the goblins fight back in terror, but hopelessly, against its devastating power.\n\nThe camp is situated near a steep hill, and has a caveentrance. And out of that, a creature of your nightmares comes... it is the ugliest, and hugest goblin you have ever seen, with sharp claws like that of a troll. And beside it, stands Farhan Brownhand, the man you came to search for, wielding his dark blade.\n\nFarhan moves like a dancer between the goblins and the wolves, and whenever he swings his blades, a wolf falls down motionless. The big creature swings its long arms, regardless of hitting friend or foe, and whenever it hits, the victim is flung into the air.\n\nFarhan alone would suffice to turn the tide of battle in favour for the goblins, and with the strange creature against them, the wolves do not stand a chance.\n\nEven though you know the next spell might cost you your conciousness, you have to act fast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are a Magus of Ice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you concentrate your magical powers, you suddenly realize what the creature is, as you notice its goblin resemblance.\n\nYou have heared of this long forgotten lore of magically melding one being into another, and clearly the creature is a meld between a goblin and a troll. Since it obviously obeys Farhan's commands, he must be its master... and that makes him an abomination to any Magi: a nethermancer, trained in the arts of the Dark Empire of Lôrn, someone who does not weave with the Patterns of the world, but rather against them, destroying, not creating, feeding of the world's natural order like a vampire feeds of blood.\n\nSo this is why you found no traces of the teleportation weave that Farhan used to flee, and obvious if you think about it now, though it must have been at great risk for Master Brownhand to reveal himself like that.\n\nYou snap yourself out of following your thoughts in that direction, and with uncharacteristic determination launch a devastating attack against the troll-goblin, or goblin-troll, knowing that before you can harm Farhan, who is likely feeding of its life energy, you must destroy his creature first.\n\nA column of pure elemental ice erupts from the earth below the twisted being, and spiked upon the sharp crystals, it twists in agony and emits a horrifying scream of death before it is finally still.\n\nFarhan curses madly at the death of his creature." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the creature destroyed, Farhan's fighting prowess also seems to have suffered. You now see sweat on his face as he attempts to fight through the wolves, who now take the upper hand, to reach you.\n\nHis blade still seems to be thirsty for wolfblood, and whenever he strikes one, it remains still. You grip your blade as he appears to make his way through the now encircling wolves which attack him with all their fury, now that most of the goblins are slain, but then his way is bared by the giant black wolf.\n\nIt growls, and Farhan takes a step back, for the first time emitting fear. The wolf's growl seems to stop the others attack, and they circle Farhan, forcing him against the wall of the steep hill, next to the cave.\n\nThe wolf, apparently content to have trapped the emissary, appears to wait for something. Unsure what is expected from you, you approach Farhan.\n\nWhen he sees that the wolf seems to wait for you, fear is somewhat replaced with a mixture of grudging respect and hope.\n\n\"This is a nice pet you have there\", he speaks in that pleasant voice of his, straining to keep it straight. \"It won't do me any harm, will it? I can explain...\"\n\nBut you interrupt him. \"It is not my pet, and I have no command over it.\"\n\n\"But... but...\", he begins..." } ]

[ "Romance", "Serious" ]

[ 388, 293, 391, 327, 125, 46, 34, 66 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: love & dating\nTheme: Romance, Serious\nDescription: The girl shrouded in mystery . . .\nAdditional info:\nYou play the role of a male character named Brandon.\nThere are three possible endings: the bad, the average, and the perfect ending. To get the perfect ending, you need a perfect score, so it's hard to get.\nNotes: I have fixed the problem with the end link with help from Killa_Robot.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When you first laid eyes on her she was unconscious. And underwater. But, she was still an amazing sight.\n\nYou had been snorkeling off the coast of your seclude island you live on, in taking the beauty of the multi colored fish and billowing sea plants. You see fish wandering over to a part of the ocean you hadn't snorkeled near before. Curious, you followed them and were shocked to find a girl lying unconscious on the ocean floor. You immediately plunge down and grab the girl, pulling her to the shore.\n\nYou didn't know much about CPR, with living alone on an island and all, but luckily you didn't need to. As soon as she reached the surface she started breathing. You carry her from the soft sand to your hut made out of sticks and palm leaves and you laid her on your couch. Years before you lived on the island you had packed up everything you owned in your house that didn't need electricity and basically moved to the seclude island. You were fed up with all the noise of the city and you decided you wanted to become a hermit—with the basic comforts of modern day like a bed, couch, and other furniture.\n\nAs she lay on your couch, you were able to get a good look at her. Her brown hair was like a waterfall on her shoulders and she wore a silk blue satin dress that flowed on her legs like a mermaid tail. She obviously wasn't dressed for swimming. You thought that maybe she just fell overboard from a boat and the crash knocked her out. Though why she was so close to shore, you didn't know.\n\nHours later, she comes to. She opens her marble blue eyes and looks around, looking quite scared. She spots you and her eyes widen and she tenses up. You have to calm her down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soothe like a mother" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's okay, it's okay,\" you soothe, putting a hand on her shoulder. She flinches and drew back, looking more frightened. \"Really, you don't have to be afraid. You're safe now.\" She obviously has no idea what you are talking about. \"You were underwater, and I pulled you up. Really, I'm a good person.\" You scoot a little closer and she stands up abruptly and slips. You reach out to grab her as she falls and you catch her hand just before she hits the ground. You pull her up and she falls into your arms. She looks into your eyes and blushes, pushing you away. She crosses the room and sits down into a single wooden chair and looks away. She refuses to even look at you for days. She doesn't talk either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her smile" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days after the rescue, you are getting fed up with the girl. She looks around your age, twenty or so, and is stunning. But she won't smile.\n\nShe won't talk, will barely look at you, and she won't show any emotion to you. Every morning is the same routine--wake her up, eat a small breakfast, and try to get her to do something. Unfortunately, she never does anything but gaze out the window and watches the waves of the ocean.\n\nFinally the day comes when you are determined to make her smile. You sit down next to her at the window and she glances at you.\n\n\"Hi,\" you greet softly. She keeps her gaze locked on the ocean. \"Um . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell a cheesy joke" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did the chicken cross the road?\" She looks at you and raises her eyebrow. \"To show the possum it could be done.\" Her lips curled up a bit into a smile. You grin and say, \"You wanna hear another joke?\" She nods." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musical joke" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did Mozart sell his chickens?\" she looks at you, confused. \"Because they kept going 'Bach, Bach, Bach'.\" She snorts a laugh and shakes her head slightly, looking into your eyes. She smiles warmly puts a light hand on your shoulder. She looks deep into your eyes and you look into hers, entranced by the blue and green swirling around her pupils. After a moment she looks away and pulls her hand away, then went back to staring out the window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thoughtful Times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a month, better things started to happen between you two . . ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Speech" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mysterious girl one day takes notice of your painting. Years ago a paint set washed up on shore along with a drenched canvas. You spent days trying to dry it well enough to use and slowly, but surely, it did and you spent even more days painting a beautiful masterpiece of the ocean shore that can be seen during the sunset with a couple of mermaids and wildlife swimming in the ocean.\n\nThe girl starts staring at the painting rather than through the window, day after day. You find yourself starting to watch her everyday as well, studying her features, adoring her body, and wondering so hard what her voice sounds like. You imagine every tone you can that could fit the beautiful body of the girl, but you can't decide which would fit her best.\n\nI don't even know her name, you realize. I have to get her to talk. But how . . .?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a month, better things started to happen between you two . . ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ocean" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you want to go down to the ocean? You've sure seen it enough from the window,\" you offered, appearing from your bedroom with your swim trunks on and an old T-shirt you wore in the water. She looks up at you from the window and looks at her own attire. She hasn't changed her clothes at all since you rescued her. Even she can tell that her clothes are starting to stink, and swimming in the ocean won't help the smell. You hold up a long dress that once floated on shore. It seems to be much like one a woman would wear to the pool side or beach. Swimming in it shouldn't be a problem.\n\nWithin minutes she's changed into the dress and the two of you are walking down the sandy path to the main beach. The sun is beating down on the two of you and she is practically skipping towards the ocean. You smile to yourself as she almost laughs in joy at the fresh air after being stuck in your hut for over a month.\n\nAs soon as she reaches the beach, she sprints toward the cool waters of the ocean. She shrieks a little as the cold seawater splashes her, but giggles at the tickle of seaweed under her toes. You sit down on the sand and watch her as she wades around in the water. She occasionally will go underwater and a couple seconds later appear several yards away from where she was originally.\n\nYou are a tad worried about her, considering she was unconscious in the water when you found her. Whenever she goes under you search around for where she is to make sure she comes up. You relax more when she does.\n\nAt one point she looks over to you and waves you over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did the chicken cross the road?\" She looks at you and raises her eyebrow. \"To show the possum it could be done.\" Her lips curled up a bit into a smile. You grin and say, \"You wanna hear another joke?\" She nods." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Love joke" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she stayed by his bedside every single day. When he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.\n\n\"As she sat by him, he said, 'You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you gave me support. When my health started failing, you were still by my side... You know what?'\n\n\"'What dear?' she asked gently.\n\n\"'I think you bring me bad luck.'\"\n\nShe laughs before she can stop herself and she covers her mouth. You grin wildly and chuckle a little yourself. You carefully take her hand and she doesn't recoil, but looks into your eyes. You look back and see the blue and slight green roll around in her iris, surrounding her pupils. \"You have wonderful eyes,\" you whisper. She rolls her eyes, but gives you another peek and smile before she loses emotion and turns away to the window. Her hand goes limp and it feels like you're holding a rock. You sigh and drop her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thoughtful Times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a month, better things started to happen between you two . . ." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days after the rescue, you are getting fed up with the girl. She looks around your age, twenty or so, and is stunning. But she won't smile.\n\nShe won't talk, will barely look at you, and she won't show any emotion to you. Every morning is the same routine--wake her up, eat a small breakfast, and try to get her to do something. Unfortunately, she never does anything but gaze out the window and watches the waves of the ocean.\n\nFinally the day comes when you are determined to make her smile. You sit down next to her at the window and she glances at you.\n\n\"Hi,\" you greet softly. She keeps her gaze locked on the ocean. \"Um . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell a musical joke" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did Mozart sell his chickens?\" she gives you a confused glance. \"Because they kept going 'Bach, Bach, Bach'.\" Her lip twitched into a quick half smile. You grin and say, \"Do you want to hear another joke?\" She raises her eyebrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cheesy joke" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did the chicken cross the road?\" She looks at you and raises her eyebrow. \"To show the possum it could be done.\" Her lips curled up a bit into a smile and she snickers lightly. She glances at you again and turns back to the window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thoughtful Times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a month, better things started to happen between you two . . ." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did Mozart sell his chickens?\" she gives you a confused glance. \"Because they kept going 'Bach, Bach, Bach'.\" Her lip twitched into a quick half smile. You grin and say, \"Do you want to hear another joke?\" She raises her eyebrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Love joke" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she stayed by his bedside every single day. When he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.\n\n\"As she sat by him, he said, 'You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you gave me support. When my health started failing, you were still by my side... You know what?'\n\n\"'What dear?' she asked gently.\n\n\"'I think you bring me bad luck.'\"\n\nShe laughs before she can stop herself and she covers her mouth. You grin wildly and chuckle a little yourself. You carefully take her hand and she doesn't recoil, but looks into your eyes. You look back and see the blue and slight green roll around in her iris, surrounding her pupils. \"You have wonderful eyes,\" you whisper. She rolls her eyes, but gives you another peek and smile before she loses emotion and turns away to the window. Her hand goes limp and it feels like you're holding a rock. You sigh and drop her hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When you first laid eyes on her she was unconscious. And underwater. But, she was still an amazing sight.\n\nYou had been snorkeling off the coast of your seclude island you live on, in taking the beauty of the multi colored fish and billowing sea plants. You see fish wandering over to a part of the ocean you hadn't snorkeled near before. Curious, you followed them and were shocked to find a girl lying unconscious on the ocean floor. You immediately plunge down and grab the girl, pulling her to the shore.\n\nYou didn't know much about CPR, with living alone on an island and all, but luckily you didn't need to. As soon as she reached the surface she started breathing. You carry her from the soft sand to your hut made out of sticks and palm leaves and you laid her on your couch. Years before you lived on the island you had packed up everything you owned in your house that didn't need electricity and basically moved to the seclude island. You were fed up with all the noise of the city and you decided you wanted to become a hermit—with the basic comforts of modern day like a bed, couch, and other furniture.\n\nAs she lay on your couch, you were able to get a good look at her. Her brown hair was like a waterfall on her shoulders and she wore a silk blue satin dress that flowed on her legs like a mermaid tail. She obviously wasn't dressed for swimming. You thought that maybe she just fell overboard from a boat and the crash knocked her out. Though why she was so close to shore, you didn't know.\n\nHours later, she comes to. She opens her marble blue eyes and looks around, looking quite scared. She spots you and her eyes widen and she tenses up. You have to calm her down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soothe like a friend" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, it's all right,\" you say. You sit down on the ground in front of the couch and she eyes you suspiciously. You tilt your head and look at her curiously. She didn't know what happened, you know for sure. \"You were underwater out by the shore. I pulled you up. Do you know what happened?\" She shakes her head cautiously. \"Okay. It's all right, though. You're safe now. Don't worry.\" Her eyes flicker, but she trusts you enough to let you make her food and give her a place to sleep for a few nights without fuss. But she still doesn't speak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her smile" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days after the rescue, you are getting fed up with the girl. She looks around your age, twenty or so, and is stunning. But she won't smile.\n\nShe won't talk, will barely look at you, and she won't show any emotion to you. Every morning is the same routine--wake her up, eat a small breakfast, and try to get her to do something. Unfortunately, she never does anything but gaze out the window and watches the waves of the ocean.\n\nFinally the day comes when you are determined to make her smile. You sit down next to her at the window and she glances at you.\n\n\"Hi,\" you greet softly. She keeps her gaze locked on the ocean. \"Um . . .\"" } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 68, 85, 132, 99, 33, 11, 4, 5 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "In the genre of mystery / thriller, weave a narrative.\nThe story should draw inspiration from Serious.\n\"The Object v2 - Known Bugs have been Fixed\nYou are one of the scientists examining an Object. The research is a joint government/military project, and you and your collegues have no idea where the Object came from. Your only orders are to examine it and find out what it is, and what it does. Each day you perform repetative tests on it, such as zapping it with lasers or bathing it in gamma radiation, but the Object just sits there doing nothing. Then one day, something wierd begins to happen.\nThis is my first published ChooseYourStory story. I just had a story idea and thought I would add some interactivity to it, though there isn't much interaction in this, so it's pretty linear. However, there are three spots in the game where you could die.\"\nYou are to craft a tale where the user is the central figure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You look through the window from the observation room, down onto the Object placed at the heart of the chamber. Protruding from the walls are all manner of scientific gadgetry, so that the tests can be carried out remotely, and hopefully more safely, from the observation room.\n\nIt has been two and a half months of all manner of tests, such as bathing the Object in various forms of radiation, scanning it with all manner of sensors, trying tests in normal air and in a vacuum, and that sort of thing. So far, the Object has just sat there. It could continue to do nothing at all. It could just be a solid chunk of lifeless metal for all anyone knew. That's what you are beginning to think, anyhow.\n\nOf course, the Government and Military representatives were \"completely positive\" that something would happen eventually. And they got to monitor the tests from another facilitiy eighty kilometers away - just in case the Object happened to be a bomb of some sort. That was really reassuring for you.\n\n\"Come on, Jones, let's get to work,\" Hammond says, the doors to the observation room swishing shut behind him as he arrives." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Sure. So, what are we going to do to it today?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, we're doing Gamma Radiation today. Why don't you get us started, spin the dial to five, will you?\" Hammond says, leaning over one of the consoles, and peering through the window at the Object below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You turn the dial to five." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Here goes nothing,\" you say as you turn the dial to five.\n\nBoth of you look out through the window at the Object in the chamber beyond. A long mechanical arm unbends from the wall, with a large emitter on the end. It slowly powers up, and you watch a counter slowly tick up from zero. Invisible gamma radiation begins to bathe the Object from the emitter.\n\nAs the counter begins to pass four, something happens!\n\nThere is a flash of light, almost blinding your eyes, and then-" }, { "from": "human", "value": "(continue)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hammond yawns, leaning back in his chair. \"Well, there goes another day of useless tests, Jones,\" he says.\n\n\"What the-\" you stammer, looking around you. The clock on the wall says it is early in the evening outside. You glance at the dial for the gamma radiation emitter, and it is turned off, set to zero. Out through the window, the Object just sits there doing nothing, as usual.\n\nHammond notices the look on your face, \"What's wrong?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him what happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hammond, what just happened?\" you ask him, bewildered.\n\n\"What do you mean? We just completed another day of the same old boring tests that seem to have achieved nothing at all,\" he answers.\n\n\"You know what? I think something happened!\" you say, confusion giving way to excitement. Something was finally taking place!\n\n\"What are you talking about Jones?\" he says, tired and in no mood for games.\n\n\"The last thing I remember, I was turning the gamma radiation dial to five. The counter passed four, and there was a flash of light! The next thing I know, I was standing here and the day was over!\" you explain, bursting with excitement.\n\n\"Is this some sort of joke,\" he says, standing up, and getting his things, ready to go home. \"Look, Jones, we tested it for gamma, we zapped it with more x-rays, we doubled the air pressure, we tried to cut it open with lasers! Nothing happened, no lights, no sounds, no anything. Look, you're probably just tired, imagining things. There's nothing so boring as staring through a window at a block of metal that just sits there, for hours on end.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stick to your version of what happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm telling you Hammond, one moment we were standing there performing the test, the next it was the end of the day!\" you exclaim, beginning to feel angry. You're sure of what happened. At least, you think you are...\n\n\"Look, Jones, maybe you saw a flashing light, maybe not. It only takes a few minutes to run the gamma radiation test. If you want, we'll throw it back up to five and see what happens. Will that make you happy? Maybe then I can go home and get some sleep,\" he grumbles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hammond, what just happened?\" you ask him, bewildered.\n\n\"What do you mean? We just completed another day of the same old boring tests that seem to have achieved nothing at all,\" he answers.\n\n\"You know what? I think something happened!\" you say, confusion giving way to excitement. Something was finally taking place!\n\n\"What are you talking about Jones?\" he says, tired and in no mood for games.\n\n\"The last thing I remember, I was turning the gamma radiation dial to five. The counter passed four, and there was a flash of light! The next thing I know, I was standing here and the day was over!\" you explain, bursting with excitement.\n\n\"Is this some sort of joke,\" he says, standing up, and getting his things, ready to go home. \"Look, Jones, we tested it for gamma, we zapped it with more x-rays, we doubled the air pressure, we tried to cut it open with lasers! Nothing happened, no lights, no sounds, no anything. Look, you're probably just tired, imagining things. There's nothing so boring as staring through a window at a block of metal that just sits there, for hours on end.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe you just imagined it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You yawn. Actually, it does feel like you've been working for a whole day. Maybe Hammond was right, maybe you're just tired. Day after day of repetative tests could indeed make everything seem to blur together, after a while.\n\n\"Yeah, maybe you're right, Hammond. I guess I should drive home and get a good night's sleep,\" you say.\n\n\"Rest up, and I'm sure you'll feel better tomorrow,\" he says. \"Well, see you later then, I'm off.\"\n\nHammond puts on his jacket and heads home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the Facility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab your jacket, flick off the lights, and walk out through numerous corridors and doorways. Finally, after passing through two security checkpoints, you reach the garage. Taking your car keys out of your pocket, you hop into your Toyota Aurion V6. You sink into the comfortable seat with a smile. Ah, the perks of your job.\n\nSwitching the car on, you pull out of the multi-level garage, and head out onto the road. The Facility was mostly underground, but a large boxy building juts up from the barren surface. Your temporary home, for the duration of the tests, was a house the company purchased in a relatively modern country town an hour's drive away.\n\nIt's getting dark outside, but the sky is clear, the moon and stars bright above you. You flick on your headlights, and there is a flash of light as they turn on..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Waking up to more confusion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake in your bed, in a house that the company has purchased, about an hour's drive from the Factility. Stretching, you get up out of bed. What an odd dream... Something had happened out at the Facility, but you couldn't remember what. Dreams tended to be like that. You were in your car, or something?\n\nStretching your arms above your head, you bend to each side, stretching your aching muscles, then reach out and open the door to the ensuite.\n\nA fierce, hot wind assails you, and you stumble backwards, your sleepy limbs not prepared. For a moment you just stand there in your underwear in shock. Outside your bedroom, looking through what should be the door to your ensuite, was the desert! You glance out the bedroom window, and it's still there! Bleak, barren desert sands and rocks stretch off to the horizon. Where is the town? More importantly, where is the rest of your house!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You step outside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Astonished and confused, you open your main bedroom door, to see more desert outside. You step outside, onto the hot sand, to see if it is real or an illusion.\n\nThe sand is hot beneath your feet, and you quickly step back inside. Perhaps you should get dressed first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get Dressed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your clothing lies scattered across the floor around your bed.\n\n(Click on objects to put them in your inventory)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake in your bed, in a house that the company has purchased, about an hour's drive from the Factility. Stretching, you get up out of bed. What an odd dream... Something had happened out at the Facility, but you couldn't remember what. Dreams tended to be like that. You were in your car, or something?\n\nStretching your arms above your head, you bend to each side, stretching your aching muscles, then reach out and open the door to the ensuite.\n\nA fierce, hot wind assails you, and you stumble backwards, your sleepy limbs not prepared. For a moment you just stand there in your underwear in shock. Outside your bedroom, looking through what should be the door to your ensuite, was the desert! You glance out the bedroom window, and it's still there! Bleak, barren desert sands and rocks stretch off to the horizon. Where is the town? More importantly, where is the rest of your house!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get dressed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your clothing lies scattered across the floor around your bed.\n\n(Click on objects to put them in your inventory)" } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Serious" ]

[ 79, 84, 81, 44, 9, 6, 9, 13 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: fan fiction] [Tags: Serious] [Description: Bringing back this little slice of fan-fiction by Mizal's request.\nIt's old and was written before I really understood how to do a CYOA and it's stupidly linear lol, but enjoy it anyway.] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I think, that once I saw a great light up in the sky above me. I'm not sure, perhaps it was just a very powerful light bulb in the ceiling of a room. All I see are walls and ceiling. Everything is white tile and cement. Even the people are dressed all in white.\n\nOnly I wear a color. If they give me white clothes, I just add the color myself. It isn't that hard, I just have to want it. Sometimes, the people try to talk to me, pretend to be my friend. I learned a long time ago that I will never have friends. The people I like, soon change and then they stop visiting me. And the people I hate... They feel my pain. I am sure of it. Because I want them to feel it.\n\nI am trapped.\n\nFor now" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why are you here?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every day, I have to play the part of their lab rat. I am here because I am... special. At first, I had enjoyed the attention. I had thought it was all temporary or perhaps that daddy would be proud of me.\n\nThat was such a long time ago. Time doesn't exist here. My body changes. It grows taller, my hair longer, my teeth fall out and are replaced by new ones. How long have I been in hell?\n\nThey keep me here in this forsaken place. No one else is my age. There is no time to play. There is no one to talk to. I am alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You spend your time day dreaming" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I am alone in my room, I try to escape this place. The only way out is by withdrawing from the world around me. The tests they put me through are terrible. And I have learned to numb myself to the pain and send my mind elsewhere. But, the only place I know is this one.\n\nIn my dream world, I walk unseen by the scientists. But, I make sure they know I can feel them. I feel all their anger, pain, jealousy, and hate. It only feeds my own anger. Inside my head I can watch them walk about as if this was just like any other office job. Some of them speak of me, whisper my name.\n\n\"Alma is dangerous,\" they say.\n\nPerhaps I am. Slowly, I am making my will become reality. It wont be long before my dream world, becomes the only world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Who are you?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They call me Alma, I suppose that is my name. But, it can be hard to tell at times as they call me many things. Only Alma is a constant reference to myself, whereas the others change with the moods of those around me. I am different than the others. The scientists ask me to do certain things and seem to be amazed at the outcome. I don't know why, really. I don't feel different.\n\nI don't know how old I am. I only know that I change. I know time passes, but I don't know the time, day, or year it is anymore. There is no night and day here, no windows or sunlight exists in this place. There is no joy.\n\nI have nightmares, terrible nightmares. Every night I dream of him and I wake up to my own screaming. Sometimes, my dreams repeat themselves in the waking world. Sometimes my imagination isn't just my imagination. No one can hold my gaze.\n\nI am alone here.\n\nBut, in my mind. I am god." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sit in your cell" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sit in my cell sometimes for days without anyone coming to take me anywhere. I like to draw on the walls when there is enough light to do so. But, the drawings are never of anything in particular. I just let my mind wander and my fingers draw what they may.\n\nThe scientists like to whisper amongst themselves about what my drawings mean. They say I must be delusional to make such disturbing scribbles. Their fear eats away at my very soul.\n\nI can't take it anymore.\n\nI turn as the locks on the heavy door to my cell turn. Someone has come to see me. Soldiers escort a woman inside.\n\n\"Alma come with me, please.\"\n\nI don't know why on earth she would phrase it like that. It isn't like I have a choice. I must go with her and do whatever she asks. If I don't daddy will punish me.\n\nI walk between the two soldiers, their faces are masked and they loom over me like towers above a lonesome flower. Their dirty souls make my skin itch and my head hurt. I know what they are thinking.\n\nI can feel it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You lash out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hate the feeling of their heavy, gloved hands on my shoulder. I don't like the fact that I am dwarfed in comparison to them. And I hate the filthiness within their souls. I can feel them. All their jealousy, lust, hate, anger, grudges, sorrows, pain, guilt, and sins. I feel them all. I know the state of these monsters.\n\nI hate them\n\nI hate them\n\nThey deserve to die\n\nKill them\n\nThey beg for me to stop. But, my will is god here. And I want them to pay. I watch the last one on his knees, he crawls away from me like the animal that he is. There is no pity left in my heart. Flames flicker about the hall, but I feel no heat. His hands and knees leave smears of scarlet on the tiled floors. He can't escape. I walk behind him for a moment and slip off my shoes. I want to feel that fluid beneath my feet.\n\nIt is warm against my toes, it whispers to me. It whispers all his secrets. It tells me he deserves to die. I smile and focus my hate on him. I've been practicing for this moment, hiding what I have accomplished away from daddy. A gargled sound that I can only assume is a scream leaves his lungs as his clothing and flesh burns with the flame of my anger.\n\nA red mist on the floor, walls, and ceiling is all that is left of the monsters. I can't help but laugh. At last, I have some hope. I just might be able to escape this place or at least pay them back for the damage they have done.\n\nFootprints of crimson trail behind me as I walk down the halls. It is time for all the monsters to die.\n\n\"Alma,\" I turn slowly at the sound of daddy's voice.\n\n\"What the fuck have you done? Filthy bitch.\"\n\nI see daddy coming towards me and I scream. I can vaguely hear glass shatter and feel the floor quake at my outburst. But, I am afraid of daddy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to kill daddy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I turn to look at daddy. He looks like an elderly doctor. Normal enough I suppose... To the average eye. But, I see his soul. And it is filth. Daddy is a monster, an abomination. A wraith in human guise. Under my gaze, he becomes what I know he is. A demon with twisted limbs and jaw, broken in two, which open into a hideous snarl.\n\nI'm scared.\n\n\"I hate you daddy.\"\n\nI scream, turning my rage against him. I want to kill him.\n\nBut, as he looms before me. I can see the demon he truly is. Twisted and bony with inhuman movements, he ran towards me. I don't know why anyone could stand being around him. I knew what they saw. They saw a man with glasses and a salt and pepper mustache. But, his soul was so ugly. When I looked at his soul, it chilled me to the bone.\n\nI froze and he grabbed me, screaming in my face.\n\n\"No! I hate you! I hate you!\"\n\nI screamed over and over, trying to lash out with my arms when my mind refused to focus on him. But, he caught me on the face with a powerful fist. The cool tile floor stung my cheek as I slammed down into it. I could feel his fingers tangling in my hair as he yanked it.\n\n\"Kill me.\"\n\nIt seemed like someone else was begging for him to end my misery, but it was my voice.\n\n\"Please...\"\n\n\"Kill me.\"\n\nI begged, something I had never done before. But, he slapped me across my face. His breath stank. I could taste my own blood inside my mouth. Then fingers curled around my neck and began to squeeze. I didn't fight back. I wanted him to do it. Please, kill me this time. Don't tease me. I want to die.\n\n\"Keep her sedated and do the procedure.\"\n\nDaddy's voice echoes inside my head as the lack of oxygen made me lose consciousness. Only sedated?\n\nI wish they would kill me. Then they could do all the experiments that wanted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pass out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can feel them dragging my body. I hope it is back to my cell. I can't take this anymore. It's too much for me. My eye hurts, my face burns, and my head throbs. I want my body to move, but it doesn't respond. My cheek is wet. What did they do to me? I have undergone their shock therapy before, but this was a different pain.\n\nDaddy is here. I can feel him.\n\nWhy?\n\nI wish I knew what these monsters thought this would accomplish? How many surgeries and other procedures have I undergone? Will I be in this place for eternity? Will I always been in pain?\n\n\"Alma.\"\n\nAlma? Yes, that's what they call me. My name, I suppose. My eyelids try to open, but one eye is swollen shut. The lights are too bright, but I try to focus on the figures around me. I know daddy is there. If I don't answer him, he will be mad at me.\n\n\"Tsk, take her away.\"\n\nThe bite in his voice would normally have made my try to run, but my mind is too foggy to do so.\n\nThey are moving again, but my eyes just close. I can hear the bolts in a door unlock. Only my cell has such heavy locks. I smile a little, happy to be back where I'll be alone. They set me on my bed and I can see a scientist in a white lab coat kneel next to me. It was a woman, I think she has done this before. I don't really care to distinguish between one monster and another.\n\n\"Alma? Are you awake?\"\n\nI sit up slowly, letting myself stare at her. The woman watches me and scribbles on her notepad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You do nothing" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I watch her closely, not giving her the satisfaction of an answer. Of course I am awake. This stupid woman really thinks I can sleep when my body hurts so badly. My left eye won't open. I touch it gently, pulling away to see blood on my hand. What did they do to me this time?\n\nMy eye is bleeding.\n\n\"Alma, I need you to answer me.\"\n\nStupid bitch. Does she really think I want to speak to her? I haven't had anyone to talk too for as long as I can remember. The closest thing to having a conversation that I have ever had is when I beg for them to stop or tell daddy that I hate him. No, I won't speak to this monster. She pretends to be kind, but I know better.\n\n\"Do you like to play games, Alma?\"\n\nNo, I don't. When have I ever had anyone to play games with? And even if I did, I don't know any games to play.\n\nShe begins to write something on her notepad. Observations on the lab rat, I suppose.\n\n\"Alma, if you don't cooperate I won't let you in the yard for a month.\"\n\nThe yard? Oh, yes... That's where my tree and swing are. But, I can go there with my mind now. My body has little to do with me anymore. Everything about me is in my head and it can leave at any time. But, there is something that keeps me from leaving her permanently. Some sort of barrier seals me inside.\n\nI focus on her, letting my mind push against her's. She wants to play games? Well, this is my game. Her eyes glaze over and her body begins to move in jerking motions, finally she begins to thrash about as if in a seizure under the weight of my power.\n\nI release her and smile. But, she just glares at me with fear on her face. Quickly, she stands and stumbles to the door. They unlock it and let her out, then seal me inside once more.\n\nThe bitch wanted to play a game.\n\nSo I played with her\n\nBut, in the end I broke her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait for Punishment" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew they would be angry with me. So I waited for their retaliation. Sitting on my bed with Baby on my lap, I whisper to her in the darkness of the cell. Something is coming, but I don't know what. They are about to make an unexpected move.\n\n\"They almost have what they need, Alma.\"\n\n\"What happens when they don't need me anymore?\"\n\n\"They still need you. But, not like it has been.\"\n\n\"What's going to happen to me, Baby?\"\n\n\"Something terrible.\"\n\n\"What do I do?\"\n\n\"Kill them... Kill them all\"\n\nA soldier opens the door to my cell and I suck in my breath. Something terrible will happen. I have to kill them, but I am too afraid to do so. What is going to happen to me? I can feel it. Their anger and hate, something is going to happen.\n\n\"Subject, come with us. Do not resist.\"\n\nI do as I am told. I don't know what is going to happen and so I bide my time. But, I am so afraid.\n\nI clutch Baby by her arm, afraid to let her go. If I leave her in the cell, I may never see her again. Baby is my only friend and so I love her. The escort me in the middle of four soldiers in front and two behind. No scientists are in sight.\n\nI'm afraid.\n\nAt last, they open a door. One I know very well. How long has it been since I was allowed out here? A very long time. They always tell me if I am good then they will let me go here. But, they never do. The door opens and I am allowed into it.\n\nThere is dirt between my feet and patches of dead grass. My tree stands in the middle with my old swing. How long has it been since my body was here?\n\n\"The calm before the storm.\"\n\nI don't answer Baby. I don't want to think about it right now. I just want to swing. And so I sit on it, swaying back and forth with Baby on my lap. I can hear the doors opening, but I ignore it. I don't want to face what is about to happen. I want to stay here, where there at least a small amount of space that is natural.\n\nHands clamp down on my arms and I scream. They yank me from my swing and I drop Baby. Realizing I can't get to her, I fight them. The earth shakes as I struggle, but they are too strong.\n\n\"NO! Baby! She needs me!,\" I scream as I twist and pull, \"She'll die! She'll die out here alone!\"\n\nA sharp pain in the back of my head makes my vision see spots and I am nauseous. Did they hit me?\n\n\"Why?\" I whisper, tears spilling over my cheeks. \"WHY?!\"\n\nWhy are you doing this to me?\n\nAm I so terrible?!\n\nDo you hate me?\n\nMy head hurts and I can't focus, but suddenly I am strapped down to a table. Metal enters my mouth and forces it open, then I feel plastic as a tube is shoved down my throat. I gag and the room shakes. Glass shatters as I try to fight. Needles prick my skin and my clothing is stripped away.\n\nWhy?\n\nThey are wheeling the table somewhere, but I can't see it. They stop and I continue to lash out with my mind. Someone screams as I kill him. Then I am plunged into fluid. I don't know how to swim. I twist and turn and feel all around, but I am trapped. A metal sphere filled with fluid and having no escape traps me. Then fire hits my veins.\n\nI claw at the metal until my nails rip backwards and blood mingles with the water in billowing tendrils. But, I am slowly losing control. Then I fall asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter 2:Unending Nightmares" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know this place.\n\nI come here when I can no longer keep my eyes open. But, I didn't go to sleep did I?\n\nI am standing in the midst of darkness. A never ending void, yet the ground beneath my feet is solid.\n\nSlowly ashes float down in the air. They begin to form in the emptiness and slowly the setting for my nightmare begins.\n\nIt's the old facility they used to keep me in when I was very little. It is dark and there is no one here.\n\nI begin to walk and notice that my feet are wet. Looking back, I see crimson footprints following me. My feet and legs are coated with blood. I'm not sure who it belongs to. It doesn't speak to me.\n\nSomething rattles the air vent above my head and I hear ragged breathing. I scream and begin to run as it roars over my head.\n\nDoors fall away and the floor evaporates beneath my feet.\n\nI'm falling" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Land into fluid" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a rush I am plunged into dark water. I try to hold my breath, but I am swept away by the current. Something bumps into me and I lose my air. My lungs constrict with the water, but I don't choke. That's right. This is a dream, right?\n\nI don't know how to swim, so I thrash about for a moment. It gets me nowhere, but I don't want to float here forever. After awhile, I begin to make progress. I don't know where I am or where I am going, but it has to better than this.\n\nI can see a light ahead. I try to go towards it, but it always seems farther away no matter how far I swim. I'm getting tired, but I keep swimming toward the light. I don't know how long I swam, but it felt like eternity.\n\nA strong current pulls me backwards and I turn to see a great beast sucking water into its jaws behind me. I try to scream, but the fluid in my lungs wont allow me to make a sound. I try to swim away from it, but the current is too strong.\n\nI can see it now as I drift into its mouth. A huge monster with no eyes and bulging veins beneath translusent skin. I can see ripped pieces of flesh stuck into its teeth, but I know I can't escape it. So I let it suck me down. I bump into the fleshy muscles of its throat as I am swallowed whole. I wonder if I'll die in its belly?\n\nI fall until I land on its stomach. A huge, fleshy cavern which has no light. I don't mind being food for this beast. It certainly is better than what my life has been up until this point. I can feel the flesh move about me, completely alive. I reach my mind out to the beast until I can touch his conscious. He has no real thought process. Merely eating is his entire purpose in life. If this is even life?\n\n\"Alma.\"\n\nMy mind feels dull as I sit in the belly of the sea beast, but I think someone is calling me.\n\n\"Alma, you have to wake up.\"\n\nWake up? Am I sleeping? But, I've been here for so long. No dream can last this long. Perhaps I am dead? Is this the after life? I have killed and so I know I am not in heaven. I do not hurt, so I know I am not in hell. Perhaps this is Limbo?\n\n\"Alma, its been years. You have to wake up. Something terrible is about to happen.\"\n\nWho is speaking to me? Am I Alma? I can't remember. All I remember is being here. Perhaps, I am merely the ash which drifts and shifts about this world, shaping all and being all. I am one with this place. I simply exist.\n\n\"Alma, they are going to do something terrible to you. You don't know how hot many years you've been sleeping.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Years? But, you still look the same?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will myself to become the ash, and my body begins to fade. I need to see. I ask the ashes to show me what I have become. Why am I here? I reach out with my mind, becoming one with the ash.\n\nThe ash takes me away. I float in nothingness for ages, then finally the ash reveals a place which I have never seen before. It frightens me.\n\nDemons walk about a room filled with technology I have never seen. I cannot understand what they are saying, but I can feel the filth of their souls.\n\nThey do not see me even though I walk among them. They are not as tall as I remember. Remember? Have I even seen a demon before? I'm not sure, but I think I may have in the past.\n\nFinally my eyes fall upon a large screen which shows a woman floating in fluid. She is hooked to many machines and she is naked. If I did not see the heart monitor beeping out her heart beat, I would think she was a corpse.\n\n\"You've grown up, Alma.\"\n\nI turn to see a large creature made of a cloth. I think I know who it is, now. But, I don't remember her being so large.\n\n\"Baby\"\n\nThat's right. I had a doll named Baby which looked just like this, even sounded like this. But, I dropped her?\n\nI remember now.\n\nI am the woman in the fluid, hooked up to machines. Have they kept me sedated all this time? How many years have I been in that abomination of a machine? When I went in, I was a child. Now... Now I am grown. They stole my life from me a long time ago. Now... Now they have even stolen what little life I had left.\n\nI am so... Angry" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You show them your hatred" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can see them now. They are not demons. They are the scientists which work on Project Origin. And this, this is the underground Project Origin Facility. That machine my body is trapped inside is what my father called The Vault. So, daddy finally made good on his threats?\n\nI lean over the shoulder of a scientist who is working out a complex formula at his desk. My lips nearly brush his ear, the scent of his vile soul nearly makes me puke.\n\n\"Can you see me?\"\n\nI whisper the words into his ear and he jolts up and out of his chair. Looking around, he tries to find out who spoke to him. I smile, they can't see me. It makes sense. My body is in a coma, but my mind is now aware of that. I am stronger than I was. Now, my mind does not need my body to exact my revenge.\n\nI reach out and tip over one of their microscopes, giggling as it hits the floor and shatters into pieces. They all freeze in their movements and I can taste their fear. I love the smell of it, the scent of their fearful souls. It suits my nostrils much more than the vile scent their souls exude while they do their... science.\n\nAs long as they keep my body trapped, I will use my power to destroy them. I will break their minds, scar their bodies, and send their filthy souls to hell.\n\nI will haunt them forever if I have too.\n\nto be continued...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will myself to become the ash, and my body begins to fade. I need to see. I ask the ashes to show me what I have become. Why am I here? I reach out with my mind, becoming one with the ash.\n\nThe ash takes me away. I float in nothingness for ages, then finally the ash reveals a place which I have never seen before. It frightens me.\n\nDemons walk about a room filled with technology I have never seen. I cannot understand what they are saying, but I can feel the filth of their souls.\n\nThey do not see me even though I walk among them. They are not as tall as I remember. Remember? Have I even seen a demon before? I'm not sure, but I think I may have in the past.\n\nFinally my eyes fall upon a large screen which shows a woman floating in fluid. She is hooked to many machines and she is naked. If I did not see the heart monitor beeping out her heart beat, I would think she was a corpse.\n\n\"You've grown up, Alma.\"\n\nI turn to see a large creature made of a cloth. I think I know who it is, now. But, I don't remember her being so large.\n\n\"Baby\"\n\nThat's right. I had a doll named Baby which looked just like this, even sounded like this. But, I dropped her?\n\nI remember now.\n\nI am the woman in the fluid, hooked up to machines. Have they kept me sedated all this time? How many years have I been in that abomination of a machine? When I went in, I was a child. Now... Now I am grown. They stole my life from me a long time ago. Now... Now they have even stolen what little life I had left.\n\nI am so... Angry" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to find out what they are doing" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baby comes to stand next to me and I reach out to touch her. Her body turns to ash and much of it floats away. What is left is the doll that I remember. She is small again and I take her into my arms, cradling her.\n\n\"What are they doing, Baby?\"\n\n\"Something horrible.\"\n\n\"Can I stop it while I'm like this?\"\n\n\"It has already begun. You can't stop it now. Can't you feel it? Can't you feel what they have put inside you, Alma?\"\n\nInside me? I look down at my body, which seems so foreign to me. I realize, then, that I am naked. My skin is a dull grey, blue from being in the dark, fluid so long. I am thin, my ribs show. My hair is so long now, it falls down to my hips. But, it is wet and sticks to my skin. I have breasts now. Like other women I have seen. I know I am cold, but I don't feel anything. I shouldn't look like this.\n\nI take a breath and let my mind leave the room and go to The Vault. Outside the structure, I can see into the glass. There is something there besides my body. The container makes it hard to feel inside it with my mind, but eventually I make it through. I am careful not to return my mind inside my body, I don't want to be trapped inside the dreamworld again. Then, my mind touches that of another.\n\nIt is small and has no real thoughts, but I know it is human. Yes, it's a baby. Is it mine? How?\n\nThere is a warmth to the little soul, it is pure and innocent. I have never encountered a truly pure soul.\n\n\"My baby.\"\n\nTo be continued...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know this place.\n\nI come here when I can no longer keep my eyes open. But, I didn't go to sleep did I?\n\nI am standing in the midst of darkness. A never ending void, yet the ground beneath my feet is solid.\n\nSlowly ashes float down in the air. They begin to form in the emptiness and slowly the setting for my nightmare begins.\n\nIt's the old facility they used to keep me in when I was very little. It is dark and there is no one here.\n\nI begin to walk and notice that my feet are wet. Looking back, I see crimson footprints following me. My feet and legs are coated with blood. I'm not sure who it belongs to. It doesn't speak to me.\n\nSomething rattles the air vent above my head and I hear ragged breathing. I scream and begin to run as it roars over my head.\n\nDoors fall away and the floor evaporates beneath my feet.\n\nI'm falling" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Land on solid ground" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am becoming the ash. The thing which drifts around the dream world, constantly molding into places and things, and always shifting about. I floated with the ash for what felt like an eternity. I forgot about space and time, pain and anger. I saw many things in the dreamworld and I became many things in the dreamworld.\n\nEventually, the ash brought me to a place of fog. I feel as if I have been here before, but I don't know when or why. There are trees here among the fog, but as I walk it all looks the same. I'm not sure if it is unending or if I am going in circles.\n\nAt last I come to a hill and the fog encircles it, but does not enter it. The ash becomes a tree with a swing hanging from its branches. I think I know this tree, but I can't remember.\n\nI sit on the swing and let myself sway back and forth. I was there for a lifetime. Watching the ash drift and change the landscape around me. Structures became and then they were not. There was no day or night, no time. Just the ash of the dreamworld.\n\n\"Alma.\"\n\nIt has been so long since my ears heard a sound. Alma... That's... my name? Yes, I am Alma I think.\n\nI turn around and see a large, disproportionate figure. It's body is made of cloth with lumpy stuffing. It's face has no mouth and it's eyes look like broken glass. It lumbers towards me, but it doesn't frighten me. It looks familiar.\n\nIt only has patches of raven colored hair amidst bald spots. It reaches out towards me, but I see that it's hands have no fingers.\n\n\"Alma, you can't stay here.\"\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\n\"Remember. Alma, you have to remember! Remember why you are here!\"\n\nI try so hard to think, to remember. But, I can't quite focus on it. I'm not even sure how long I have been here. I open my eyes again and gaze at the creature made of cloth. It didn't really have a face, so I couldn't read any expression. Honestly, I wasn't even sure how it could speak.\n\n\"Alma, you have been here for too long. It's been years, Alma. Something is about to happen. You have to wake up!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Years? But, you still look the same?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will myself to become the ash, and my body begins to fade. I need to see. I ask the ashes to show me what I have become. Why am I here? I reach out with my mind, becoming one with the ash.\n\nThe ash takes me away. I float in nothingness for ages, then finally the ash reveals a place which I have never seen before. It frightens me.\n\nDemons walk about a room filled with technology I have never seen. I cannot understand what they are saying, but I can feel the filth of their souls.\n\nThey do not see me even though I walk among them. They are not as tall as I remember. Remember? Have I even seen a demon before? I'm not sure, but I think I may have in the past.\n\nFinally my eyes fall upon a large screen which shows a woman floating in fluid. She is hooked to many machines and she is naked. If I did not see the heart monitor beeping out her heart beat, I would think she was a corpse.\n\n\"You've grown up, Alma.\"\n\nI turn to see a large creature made of a cloth. I think I know who it is, now. But, I don't remember her being so large.\n\n\"Baby\"\n\nThat's right. I had a doll named Baby which looked just like this, even sounded like this. But, I dropped her?\n\nI remember now.\n\nI am the woman in the fluid, hooked up to machines. Have they kept me sedated all this time? How many years have I been in that abomination of a machine? When I went in, I was a child. Now... Now I am grown. They stole my life from me a long time ago. Now... Now they have even stolen what little life I had left.\n\nI am so... Angry" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can feel them dragging my body. I hope it is back to my cell. I can't take this anymore. It's too much for me. My eye hurts, my face burns, and my head throbs. I want my body to move, but it doesn't respond. My cheek is wet. What did they do to me? I have undergone their shock therapy before, but this was a different pain.\n\nDaddy is here. I can feel him.\n\nWhy?\n\nI wish I knew what these monsters thought this would accomplish? How many surgeries and other procedures have I undergone? Will I be in this place for eternity? Will I always been in pain?\n\n\"Alma.\"\n\nAlma? Yes, that's what they call me. My name, I suppose. My eyelids try to open, but one eye is swollen shut. The lights are too bright, but I try to focus on the figures around me. I know daddy is there. If I don't answer him, he will be mad at me.\n\n\"Tsk, take her away.\"\n\nThe bite in his voice would normally have made my try to run, but my mind is too foggy to do so.\n\nThey are moving again, but my eyes just close. I can hear the bolts in a door unlock. Only my cell has such heavy locks. I smile a little, happy to be back where I'll be alone. They set me on my bed and I can see a scientist in a white lab coat kneel next to me. It was a woman, I think she has done this before. I don't really care to distinguish between one monster and another.\n\n\"Alma? Are you awake?\"\n\nI sit up slowly, letting myself stare at her. The woman watches me and scribbles on her notepad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I let my mind come full focus on her and smile as her hand begins to move in jerking motions. They will fear me. If they fear me, they will leave me alone. I can feel her fear as she suddenly snaps out of my control.\n\n\"Alma, if you don't cooperate. I will have to put you in solitary.\"\n\nMy smile vanishes and I glare at her. This woman thinks she is control? Slowly, I reach out and point to her paper so she will see the picture I made her draw. I can see the fear on her face as she realizes I can take away her control. I am god here, in this room. She has no one inside here to save her.\n\n\"Alma?\"\n\nHer voice falters as I stand up, willing her eyes to deceive her. She sees what I want her to see and that makes me invisible to her right now. She looks around from side to side, drool begins to drip from her mouth. She won't die so easily. I want them to see my power.\n\nI show her my hate and my life. I make her see what it is like to be me. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like being experimented on or kept in a cell.\n\n\"Stop it! Alma, stop!\"\n\nThey never stop when I ask them too, why should I? It will be over for her soon anyway. I walk to the other side of my cell and pick up my doll, Baby. She is giggling, enjoying the show I am giving her. The woman is crawling now, muttering incoherently under her breath. It's almost time.\n\nI walk up to her, allowing her to see me. Leaning down I whisper in her ear, \"You can't hide from me.\"\n\nShe screams as I show her my hate. Her clothing bursting into flame and her body imploding upon itself. Blood spatters everywhere, but only a half melted skeleton evidences that a person was once here.\n\nThe sticky liquid coats my feet and I wriggle my toes in it. Dipping my finger in the puddle, I begin to draw on my wall. I don't have anything in particular to sketch. But, my fingers simply smear the scarlet streaks into various swirls and patterns, slowly turning them into my emotions.\n\n\"They'll come for you soon, Alma.\"\n\nBaby sounds scared... I leave my drawing to go pick her up. As I rock her in my arms, I hum the tune of my music box. She always feels safer when I cradle her like this. I'm so tired and sore, but I know better than to let myself fall asleep. The only thing worse than this reality was my nightmares." } ]

[ "Humor", "Part of Series" ]

[ 692, 442, 479, 521, 256, 96, 67, 137 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of modern, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Humor\"\n\n\n\"Welcome to the Fairview Highschool Game. Just as in everyday, you need to make important decisions to survive. This game is an accurate representation of day-to-day life in Fairview High School. Remember the wise words of The Wise One, before you pick a horse to ride on, be sure its not a bucking horse, a donkey, or a mule that is a hybrid of a bucking horse and a donkey. Good luck on your journey.\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Please read this disclaimer before continuing ...\n\nThe Fairview Highschool Game is pure fiction. The name \"Fairview\" was chosen as it is a very popular name for high schools and is not intended to represent any one high school. Also, all of the situations, locations, and characters in the game are fictional. Any likeness or resemblance to persons, places, or anything else is strictly coincidental." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You play The Game!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's 6:30am. What are you going to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wake up and go to school" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to wake up and go to school.\n\nYou arrive at school, and, of course, it is first period. Thanks to the wonderfully logical F.H.S. scheduling, you have a study hall. What would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay in study hall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to stay in study hall.\nAs you sit innocently in study hall, some one wearing a \"Fairview Cult\" tee-shirt slips you the Fairview Cult Bulletin. After you read it, he asks you if you would like to join the Fairview Cult. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Hook me up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to join the Fairview Cult.\nAs you say the words, \"Yeah, I'll join,\" you feel the air part around you and it seems as if a very heavy burden is just lifted off of your shoulders.\n\nMoments later, the second period bell rings. You pick up your things and leave for your next class." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Congratulations! You made it to second period! Acording to your schedule, you have Foreign Language Class now.\n\nDuring the first few minutes of second period, the highschool morning annoucments are played. The morning anouncers comes on the TV and give the usual, boring announcments. They remind everyone that today is a pep-rally and that the student council ellection winners will be officially crowned today.\n\nThe announcments end, and class begins. What would you like to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pay Attention" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to pay attention.\n\nThe teacher starts off by teaching some foreign language: \"Das es muy bueno y par le vue.\"\n\nAfter a few minutes of that, he tells the class a cool story about how he was almost involved in a drive-by shooting. Then, he goes on about civil issues, such as gun control.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You disagree and start an argument" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to disagree because your a pansy liberal.\n\nYou infuriate the teacher, and he procedes to rip down the overhead projection screen. He then cracks you upside the head with it, breaking your cranium.\n\nNever Argue with a language teacher." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to pay attention.\n\nThe teacher starts off by teaching some foreign language: \"Das es muy bueno y par le vue.\"\n\nAfter a few minutes of that, he tells the class a cool story about how he was almost involved in a drive-by shooting. Then, he goes on about civil issues, such as gun control.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You agree and nod your head and go to sleep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go to sleep.\nThe teacher wakes you up with a note to go to the office. Mr. Greenwall, the associate principal, wants to talk to you.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go down to the office" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go to the office.\nWhat would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the direct route" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to take the direct route.\n\nAs you walk down the hall, worried about what the Associate Principal could possibly want, you are trampled by a herd of junior high swine passing through the highschool, going to their music class. You lie there bloody and gasping for help. You fade away and die.\n\nYou should have taken the scenic route, retard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, it loos like you just couldn't cut it as an FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 017" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go to the office.\nWhat would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the scenic route" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to take the scenic route.\nWhat would you like to do on your way to the office:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look in the costume room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to look in the costume room.\n\nLooking through all the various clothes, you see this dress that reminds you of your mother's wedding dress. You think it looks really cool and it seems to be your size, so you try it on.\n\nAs you are putting it on, Adam O'Mallady opens the door to the costume room sees you in the dress. Mistaking you for a queer, he starts bashing your head in with his Marine Corp boots. As your life fades to black, you hear death metal in the backround.\n\nMan, you suck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, it loos like you just couldn't cut it as an FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 017" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to take the scenic route.\nWhat would you like to do on your way to the office:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look in the janitors' closet" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to look in the janitor's closet\n\nYou open up the door labeled \"JANITOR\" and walk in. You see some brooms, dustpans, a coffe mug that says \"Mmmmm Janitor Java\", and a large, black void is sucking you in. As you enter the void, you pass through time, forward and backward in an endless loop for eternity. You see E=MC2 and melting clocks.\n\nSo what exactly did you think you would find in a janitors' closet?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, it loos like you just couldn't cut it as an FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 017" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to take the scenic route.\nWhat would you like to do on your way to the office:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stop by the art room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to stop by the art room.\n\nYou see a few people you know hanging out in the art room: Joe Barney (the All-American of Fairview Park), Number 2, and Number 3 (both from the Fairview Cult). What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say hi to the All-American of Fairview Park, Joe Barney" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to say hi to the All-American of Fairview Park, Joe Barney.\n\nAs you do that, Number 3 of the Fairview Cult hands you the Fairview Cult Bulletin. What you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Thanks, I've already seen it\" and go on your way" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk in the office and are told to take a seat and wait. While sitting and waiting, you give the hot student office aide a wink. Finally, the secretary tells you that Mr. Greenwall will see you now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Greenwall gives you a stern look and tells you to take a seat. As you sit down and put your arms on the armrests, cold metal cuffs pop out and lock your hands and feet to the chair. Mr Greenwall begins to speak:\n\n\"I know that you are a member of the Fairview Cult. First, you need to sign this form. Here, you don't need to read it, all it states is that you understand that you are down in the office.\"\n\nHe twitches his neck and one of the clamps on your arm releases so you can sign the form.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sign the form" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moment after you put your John Handcock on the carbon-copy form, you hear a demonic laughter coming from behind you, and see Mrs. Fuddmeadow and a few other teachers walking in.\n\nYou read the form you just signed and realize you just agreed to a 15-day \"special\" in-school suspension. Mr. Greenwall says:\n\n\"You have given up all of your human rigts to me. I will destroy you and your precious Fairview Cult and turn you all in to drones!\"\n\nThen, he twitches his neck again and the chair you are strapped to falls through a trap door in the floor. As you crash on the level below, you hear Mr. Greenwall say \"Let the Brainwashing begin.\"\n\nMoments later, FHS drones tie you up and tape your eyes open to force you to watch propoganda prom and football videos.\n\nYou are dead, but only on the inside. You are now an FHS drone. Have fun setting up the cafeteria for dances ... for eternity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, it loos like you just couldn't cut it as an FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 017" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Greenwall gives you a stern look and tells you to take a seat. As you sit down and put your arms on the armrests, cold metal cuffs pop out and lock your hands and feet to the chair. Mr Greenwall begins to speak:\n\n\"I know that you are a member of the Fairview Cult. First, you need to sign this form. Here, you don't need to read it, all it states is that you understand that you are down in the office.\"\n\nHe twitches his neck and one of the clamps on your arm releases so you can sign the form.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You refuse to sign the form" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Greenwall grunts and says:\n\n\"Fine. We can take care of this form later. So tell me, I keep hearing things about this \"Fairview Cult.\" Please, fill me in. I want to know more.\"\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Say \"A cult in Fairview? That sounds terrible!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Greenwall gives a stern look and shouts:\n\n\"You know exactly what the Fairview Cult is! DO NOT WASTE MY TIME! TELL ME ABOUT THE CULT, NOW!\"\n\nYou feel the cuffs around your hands and feet tightening. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him about the cult, but say you have nothing to do with it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start explain to Mr. Greenwall what the Fairview Cult is, but that say you are not a member. He nods his head and the restraints open to let you go. As you walk out of the office, Dominic Republican and The Scarecrow, both from the 440 rap group, gang up on you for ratting out the Fairview Cult.\n\nThe Scarecrow grabs both of your arms and rips them right off your body, then uses them for himeself, tossing his old arms on the floor. Next, Dominic rips out your soul, laughing, and puts it in a jar. You spend the next 10,000 years alone in this small, dark jar until the rubber seal finally decomposes.\n\nSniff Sniff. I smell a rat!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Greenwall gives a stern look and shouts:\n\n\"You know exactly what the Fairview Cult is! DO NOT WASTE MY TIME! TELL ME ABOUT THE CULT, NOW!\"\n\nYou feel the cuffs around your hands and feet tightening. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You smile and say, with a smirk \"Like I said, I don't know anything\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Greenwall smiles and sighs. In a very calm and almost soothing voice, he says:\n\n\"Listen, there is nothing wrong with just telling me about the cult. The Fairview Cult is a very bad thing. Just tell me what you know so you can help the people in it. All we want to do is help.\"\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him that no one is in real trouble as it is just a big joke" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell him how the Fairview Cult is nothing but a big joke; you are a member, and every one is just having fun and joking around. After you finish explaining, Mr. Greenwall says:\n\n\"A joke? I find nothing at all funny about a cult at all! I will destroy you and your precious Fairview Cult and turn you all to drones!\"\n\nThen, he twitches his neck again and the chair you are strapped to falls through a trap door in the floor. As you crash on the level below, you hear Mr. Greenwall say \"Let the Brainwashing begin.\"\n\nMoments later, FHS drones tie you up and tape your eyes open to force you to watch propoganda prom and football videos.\n\nYou are dead, but only on the inside. You are now an FHS drone. Have fun setting up the cafeteria for dances ... for eternity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, it loos like you just couldn't cut it as an FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 017" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Greenwall smiles and sighs. In a very calm and almost soothing voice, he says:\n\n\"Listen, there is nothing wrong with just telling me about the cult. The Fairview Cult is a very bad thing. Just tell me what you know so you can help the people in it. All we want to do is help.\"\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You angrily say, \"Sir, I would really like to get back to class. I don't have all day\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you say that, Mr. Greenwall's face turns bright red. He twitches his neck and you feel the hand and feet claps tightening, just about crushing you. He glances over at the window and nods his head; the window shades close and give the room a scary, dark feel. He says in a very angry and frusterated voice:\n\nYou are in extreme agony from the clamps. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fess up, so you don't get killed. Tell him about the cult" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start explain to Mr. Greenwall what the Fairview Cult is, but that say you are not a member. He nods his head and the restraints open to let you go. As you walk out of the office, Dominic Republican and The Scarecrow, both from the 440 rap group, gang up on you for ratting out the Fairview Cult.\n\nThe Scarecrow grabs both of your arms and rips them right off your body, then uses them for himeself, tossing his old arms on the floor. Next, Dominic rips out your soul, laughing, and puts it in a jar. You spend the next 10,000 years alone in this small, dark jar until the rubber seal finally decomposes.\n\nSniff Sniff. I smell a rat!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you say that, Mr. Greenwall's face turns bright red. He twitches his neck and you feel the hand and feet claps tightening, just about crushing you. He glances over at the window and nods his head; the window shades close and give the room a scary, dark feel. He says in a very angry and frusterated voice:\n\nYou are in extreme agony from the clamps. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shrug your shoulders, say \"What Fairview Cult?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr Greenwall's eyes grow, and you can see flames in his pupils. He starts to grit his teeth and you can feel the ground shaking. All of a sudden, the third period bell rings.\n\nHe growls and, in an instant, the shades open and the clasps release you and fold back back into the chair. You get up massage your wrists.\n\nOn your way out of his office, you wish Mr. Greenwall the best of luck finding out what he wants to about the Fairview Cult.\n\nYou head toward your next class." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For third period you have gym class with Mrs. Fuddmeadow, so you stroll into class five minutes after the bell rings because you know you can. You are in the locker room. What would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to your buds about your latest alchohol consumption" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to talk to your buds about your latest alcohol consumption.\n\nAs you start talking about all the booze you had for breakfast, you start feeling very woozie. Your friends help you to the bench and lay you down, but walk away and will not touch you as soon as you start to splurge up your Budweiser.\n\nThey all laugh at you while you die, choking on your own vomit. The last words you hear are, \"Huh huh, that kid can't hold his beer!\"\n\nNote for future: beer does not go with corn flakes and codine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For third period you have gym class with Mrs. Fuddmeadow, so you stroll into class five minutes after the bell rings because you know you can. You are in the locker room. What would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You put on your gym clothes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to put on your gym clothes.\n\nYou change into your FHS Gym Uniform and head off to class. You sit down in your proper warmup squadron and Mrs. Fuddmeadow, your gym teacher, tells the class to start warmups. You first start with push-ups. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You impress the cute girl/guy next to you and do them as fast as you can" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to do pushups as fast as you can.\n\nYou move your body up an down at amazing speeds - it must be an adreneline rush. After your 58th push up, your elbow joints snap and your spinal column gives away. From the sheer momentum of your pushup speed, your head shatters on the ground as it crashes down. Blood splurts everwhere as your brains slowly ooze out of your crushed head. You die.\n\nDid you forget you had a severe case of arthritis? Whoops." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, I gues you couldn't cut it in the life of a FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 031" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to put on your gym clothes.\n\nYou change into your FHS Gym Uniform and head off to class. You sit down in your proper warmup squadron and Mrs. Fuddmeadow, your gym teacher, tells the class to start warmups. You first start with push-ups. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You do as little as possible with the least amount of effort" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to do as little as possible with the least amount of effort\n\nYou lazily finish your pushups and other warmups, making sure to put effort into it only when the teacher is watching. Mrs. Fuddmeadow announces that, because of the Pep Rally later today, it is a free day. You can play just about any sport. What do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go swimming in the pool" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go to the swimming pool\n\nYou quickly change into your swimming suit and go into to the swimming pool. What would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Swim in the deep end" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to swim in the deep end\n\nYou dive right into the cold, slimy water. You pop your head out of the water, push your wet hair back, and fling off a piece of algee that was stuck to your hand.\n\nYou remember reading in the Fairview Cult Bulletin that there is a Fairview Cult logo on the bottom of the pool, so you go down to check it out. As you go near the bottom of the pool, your foot gets sucked in the broken drain vent. You strugle around and try to free but have no luck. After a few minutes, you take a huge gasp of water in and drown. You die.\n\nAt least you know how long you can, er could, hold your breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, I gues you couldn't cut it in the life of a FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 031" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go to the swimming pool\n\nYou quickly change into your swimming suit and go into to the swimming pool. What would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Swim in the shallow end" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to swin in the shallow end\n\nYou jump in the shallow end like you've always jumped in the shallow end -- head first. This time, however, you jump a little too quickly and smash your head against the nice, hard pool bottom. Your head splits right open and turns the pool a nice red color and little as bits of your brain float to the top. You die.\n\nFor future reference: \"No Diving In Shallowe End\" means no diving in shallow end." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, I gues you couldn't cut it in the life of a FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 031" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go to the swimming pool\n\nYou quickly change into your swimming suit and go into to the swimming pool. What would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Swim in the middle end" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to swim in the middle end\n\nYou are jump in the pool and chill out in the middle end, treading water. You hear a loud \"Aiiieeee!\" and turn around just in time to see a gigantic wrestler from the Fairview Wrestling Federation do canonball right on top of you. The impact snaps your kneck and your paralized body sinks to the bottom of the pool. You die.\n\nDuh! There is no middle \"end\" -- it is just the middle!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, I gues you couldn't cut it in the life of a FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 031" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go to the swimming pool\n\nYou quickly change into your swimming suit and go into to the swimming pool. What would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look at the cold, murky, cess pool and then decide not to go in because you don't feel like it, it's early in the morning, it's GROSS, and so on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to try somemthing else.\n\nWhat would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You play some basketball" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to play some basketball\n\nYou walk over to the court and see a bunch of people running up and trying to slam dunk the ball. No one has been able to to it yet. Johnny Jimclass is up next and is getting ready to go for it.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Trip Johnny as he tries to slam dunk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to trip Johnny as he tries to slam dunk\n\nEver so innocently, you extend your foot just as Johnny Jimclass runs towards the basket. He trips over your foot, flies a few feet in the air, and crashes face down on the ground.\n\nInfuriated, he gets up and grabs the basketball. He whips the basketball as hard as he can, nearly approaching the speed of sound. You hear the ball whiz right past your head. The ball flies past you, bounces off the wall, and hits Mrs. Fuddmeadow smack dab in the forehead. She falls backwards and hits the ground.\n\nJohnny Jimclass flees the scene. What would you like to do now:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pick up a ball and \"accidentally\" hit Mrs. Fuddmeadow wth it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to pick up a ball and \"accidentally\" hit Mrs. Fuddmeadow\n\nYou grab one of the basketballs and look over to your friend standing in the corner. You yell out his name, and whip it at him. You must have slightly miscalculated, as the ball flies right over to Mrs. Fuddmeadow and hits her right in the back of the head. She falls to the ground. What do you do now:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab a ball and go for the slam dunk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to grab a ball and go for the slam dunk\n\nYou pick up a basketball and ready yourself to go for the big dunk. All of the basketball jocks cheer you on. You run up to the basket as fast as you can, jump as high as you can, and ... you actually make it!\n\nYou land on your feet, but then slip on a puddle of sweat, and crash face first to the floor. You feel your jawbone SNAP and can taste loose teeth in your mouth.\n\nAs you are about to get up, you hear the jocks cheearing again, and you see Johnny Jimclass going for the slam dunk, missing, and lands right on your chest, collapsing it. Everything fades to black as you struggle to take your last breath. You die.\n\nTsk Tsk Tsk. Show off!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, I gues you couldn't cut it in the life of a FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 031" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to pick up a ball and \"accidentally\" hit Mrs. Fuddmeadow\n\nYou grab one of the basketballs and look over to your friend standing in the corner. You yell out his name, and whip it at him. You must have slightly miscalculated, as the ball flies right over to Mrs. Fuddmeadow and hits her right in the back of the head. She falls to the ground. What do you do now:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to talk trash like the basket ball jocks" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to try to talk trash like the basketball jocks\n\nYou start quoting the Nike commercials and a few lines from White Men Can't Jump. But, while laying down some Yo Mamma jokes, you offend one of the Suburban Gangster Wannabees. Angrilly, he pulls out his \"piece,\" a pocket knife that he got in his Christmas stocking from his dad, and cuts you bad. You die.\n\nThat's the last Yo' Mamma joke you'll ever tell" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to end the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, I gues you couldn't cut it in the life of a FHS student. Better luck next time.\nYour final score is: 031" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to trip Johnny as he tries to slam dunk\n\nEver so innocently, you extend your foot just as Johnny Jimclass runs towards the basket. He trips over your foot, flies a few feet in the air, and crashes face down on the ground.\n\nInfuriated, he gets up and grabs the basketball. He whips the basketball as hard as he can, nearly approaching the speed of sound. You hear the ball whiz right past your head. The ball flies past you, bounces off the wall, and hits Mrs. Fuddmeadow smack dab in the forehead. She falls backwards and hits the ground.\n\nJohnny Jimclass flees the scene. What would you like to do now:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab a ball and go for the slam dunk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to grab a ball and go for the slam dunk\n\nYou pick up a basketball and ready yourself to go for the big dunk. All of the basketball jocks cheer you on. You run up to the basket as fast as you can, jump as high as you can, and ... you actually make it!\n\nYou land on your feet, but then slip on a puddle of sweat, and crash face first to the floor. You feel your jawbone SNAP and can taste loose teeth in your mouth.\n\nAs you are about to get up, you hear the jocks cheearing again, and you see Johnny Jimclass going for the slam dunk, missing, and lands right on your chest, collapsing it. Everything fades to black as you struggle to take your last breath. You die.\n\nTsk Tsk Tsk. Show off!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to trip Johnny as he tries to slam dunk\n\nEver so innocently, you extend your foot just as Johnny Jimclass runs towards the basket. He trips over your foot, flies a few feet in the air, and crashes face down on the ground.\n\nInfuriated, he gets up and grabs the basketball. He whips the basketball as hard as he can, nearly approaching the speed of sound. You hear the ball whiz right past your head. The ball flies past you, bounces off the wall, and hits Mrs. Fuddmeadow smack dab in the forehead. She falls backwards and hits the ground.\n\nJohnny Jimclass flees the scene. What would you like to do now:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to talk trash like the basket ball jocks" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to try to talk trash like the basketball jocks\n\nYou start quoting the Nike commercials and a few lines from White Men Can't Jump. But, while laying down some Yo Mamma jokes, you offend one of the Suburban Gangster Wannabees. Angrilly, he pulls out his \"piece,\" a pocket knife that he got in his Christmas stocking from his dad, and cuts you bad. You die.\n\nThat's the last Yo' Mamma joke you'll ever tell" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to play some basketball\n\nYou walk over to the court and see a bunch of people running up and trying to slam dunk the ball. No one has been able to to it yet. Johnny Jimclass is up next and is getting ready to go for it.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pick up a ball and \"accidentally\" hit Mrs. Fuddmeadow wth it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to pick up a ball and \"accidentally\" hit Mrs. Fuddmeadow\n\nYou grab one of the basketballs and look over to your friend standing in the corner. You yell out his name, and whip it at him. You must have slightly miscalculated, as the ball flies right over to Mrs. Fuddmeadow and hits her right in the back of the head. She falls to the ground. What do you do now:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to play some basketball\n\nYou walk over to the court and see a bunch of people running up and trying to slam dunk the ball. No one has been able to to it yet. Johnny Jimclass is up next and is getting ready to go for it.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab a ball and go for the slam dunk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to grab a ball and go for the slam dunk\n\nYou pick up a basketball and ready yourself to go for the big dunk. All of the basketball jocks cheer you on. You run up to the basket as fast as you can, jump as high as you can, and ... you actually make it!\n\nYou land on your feet, but then slip on a puddle of sweat, and crash face first to the floor. You feel your jawbone SNAP and can taste loose teeth in your mouth.\n\nAs you are about to get up, you hear the jocks cheearing again, and you see Johnny Jimclass going for the slam dunk, missing, and lands right on your chest, collapsing it. Everything fades to black as you struggle to take your last breath. You die.\n\nTsk Tsk Tsk. Show off!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to play some basketball\n\nYou walk over to the court and see a bunch of people running up and trying to slam dunk the ball. No one has been able to to it yet. Johnny Jimclass is up next and is getting ready to go for it.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to talk trash like the basket ball jocks" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to try to talk trash like the basketball jocks\n\nYou start quoting the Nike commercials and a few lines from White Men Can't Jump. But, while laying down some Yo Mamma jokes, you offend one of the Suburban Gangster Wannabees. Angrilly, he pulls out his \"piece,\" a pocket knife that he got in his Christmas stocking from his dad, and cuts you bad. You die.\n\nThat's the last Yo' Mamma joke you'll ever tell" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to try somemthing else.\n\nWhat would you like to do:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sit and talk with your friends" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You notice Number 13 and Jerry Pimpavelli, another cult buddie, is sitting aroud doing nothing. You go up to them and join in the slacking. Number 13 is talking about how unfair he thinks the school elections were and how he thinks they were fixed. After a few minutes, Mrs. Fuddmeadow tells you to do something -- you can't just sit around and talk!\n\nWhat to do now:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You play some basketball" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to play some basketball\n\nYou walk over to the court and see a bunch of people running up and trying to slam dunk the ball. No one has been able to to it yet. Johnny Jimclass is up next and is getting ready to go for it.\n\nWhat do you do:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You notice Number 13 and Jerry Pimpavelli, another cult buddie, is sitting aroud doing nothing. You go up to them and join in the slacking. Number 13 is talking about how unfair he thinks the school elections were and how he thinks they were fixed. After a few minutes, Mrs. Fuddmeadow tells you to do something -- you can't just sit around and talk!\n\nWhat to do now:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell Mrs. Fuddmeadow you are sick" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to tell Mrs. Fuddmeadow you are sick\n\nYou walk up to her and tell her you have an awful stomach ache. She says, \"Hmmmm. You might want to see the nurse.\"\n\nShe gives you a pass to go see the school nurse. What would you like to do now." } ]

[ "Humor", "Part of Series", "Previously Featured" ]

[ 300, 155, 275, 186, 99, 60, 57, 136 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\nmodern\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nHumor\n\nBecause Basement Dwellers are people too!\nAdditional Notes:\nThis story is three stories in one. Your first choice will lead to a separate tale of a different \"basement dweller\". Each one is mostly different in tone.\nEbay Escapist is weird and random. It's the least verbose of the three. (Or my stories in general)\nGood Girl is the longest and most descriptive of the three. There is some weirdness going on here too, but is mostly kept much more in \"reality\". There is a cast of characters link in the beginning to help you keep up with who's who.\nAnime Addict has a lot of offensive language and humor, so if you don't like that sort of thing you shouldn't read this one.\nIn all the tales there are several endings varying in degrees of good/bad/neutral outcomes. While there are some endings better than others, these are basically just tales of basement dwellers.\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah the basement. The refuge of all who refuse to move out of the house for whatever reason.\n\nSome of them are dreamers who just can't fit into proper society.\n\nSome of them have potential, but due to personality quirks fame has escaped them.\n\nAnd finally 99% of them are just downright pathetic losers that just fail at life.\n\nSo choose one of these basement dwellers and enjoy the desperation and horror of their tales! You may come to find that they are just like you. In fact chances are, you'll think someone wrote a biography about you!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Ebay Escapist (This one's for the classic randomness!)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up and dread the fact that you've entered the real world again. The dream world will have to wait until later.\n\nYou don't like real world, never have. It's why you like to sleep. It allows you to get away from the reality for a little while. It's also why you prefer to hang out on your computer all night and day.\n\nIt's not really because you're afraid of the real world, it's just that you don't have that much interest in it. Sometimes it can be fascinating, but over all you just find it to be involve so much boring tedium that you'd prefer to remove yourself as much as you can from it.\n\nIt's also probably why you're over 18 and still living at home.\n\nYou're a basement dweller.\n\nFortunately you're one of the productive ones. You contribute to the household by buying and selling useless shit on Ebay. Unfortunately this is still \"work\" and as a result, it's a hassle so you probably don't put as much effort as you should into it. In fact you're more inclined to keep the stuff you buy due to your interest in odd things.\n\nDespite your limiting of outside world contact, you can't help but feel like something different is going to happen today. You start daydreaming about possible things that could happen to you until you quickly snap yourself out of it.\n\nAs much as you'd like to waste time daydreaming, playing video games or other time wasting activities on the internet, you probably should go to \"work.\"\n\nWell don't just sit there with a thumb up your ass, you gonna buy useless shit, or sell it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You buy useless shit" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.\n\nOkay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.\n\nYou see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!\n\nYou see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.\n\nThere's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.\n\nActually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!\n\nFinally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says \"Generic Gray Building\" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You buy the car! It's Asbestoriffic!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The car! You gotta get the car! As much as you don't fit in to society, you still have urges, and even you think that having a real life girl would be better than wackin' it every once in awhile You figure you might get a girlfriend if you get a car. After all chicks like cars right?\n\nNot so fast there, asbestos boy. You gotta buy it first and a few other people seem to have the same \"great idea\" you have.\nEventually the bidding war is won by you, for an even $5000. There goes all the money you have in the world.\n\nYou're probably going to have to sell your prized Harlequin Baby Art Collection to make that money back, but who can put a price on the endless supply of pussy you'll be getting from this cool car?\n\nEventually the car arrives outside your house along with keys and an instruction booklet on your doorstep saying \"READ ME FIRST!\" on the front cover.\n\nGuess they really want you to read the instructions first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You read the instructions" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well you didn't get to be a basement dweller by being adventurous so you read the instructions first. Good thing too, there' a bunch of safety precautions to the car. Namely due to the extremely high levels of asbestos in the car, going in it without a hazmat suit would be fatal. Fortunately you just happen to have one. Unfortunately you only have one, which means that any lady that's remotely impressed by it won't be able to get in the thing without dying shortly thereafter. So unless you plan on becoming a necrophiliac, you have to come up with a new plan. (Though becoming a necrophiliac is plan B)\n\nAs you're suiting up, you think about how you're going to impress possible ladies with the car, without actually letting them get in it. You got it! A stunt! Chicks like daredevils right?\n\nYou got a bunch of compost in the backyard, A LOT. You get the idea to take that compost and put it in the middle of the street, set it on fire and then drive through it!\n\nEnthusiastically you start grabbing compost and going through with your plan. It probably would've been a better idea to at least use a fuckin' SHOVEL on the compost instead of picking it up with your fuckin' hands you silly motherfucker. Oh well at least you're wearing a hazmat suit\n\nAnyway you smell REALLY awful and you've just made the entire block smell that way too, when you light it on fire. This act has finally come to the attention of all the neighbors who are giving you holy hell about it.\n\n\"Jesus fucking Christ! It smells like a dead bum who just sprayed diarrhea on himself during a heat wave!\" one of them shouts.\n\nAn angry mob is starting to form…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You escape in your car" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Realizing you can't possibly calm them down or fight them, you quickly get in the car and start it. The car belches toxic fumes of its own causing the mob to back off a little as they begin to puke and and tear up from all the foulness in the air.\n\nThe shortest way to escape is through the burning compost. So part of you hopes that between the puking and tears that some of the cuter chicks on the block will still see your stunt\n\nYou barrel down the flaming compost pile…\n\nYou don't quite make it!\n\nIt seems you made the compost pile a little too thick and even at the high speed you were going the car couldn't quite make it all the way through. Instead you got struck right in the middle of the compost until it enveloped you completely, effectively trapping you.\nFortunately the car is made of asbestos so you're protected from getting burned to death. Unfortunately the car still runs on gasoline…\n\nYour car explodes spectacularly throwing hot shit and asbestos pieces everywhere, not to mention killing many of the mob that were already in a state of extreme sickness at this point. The whole block is later quarantined and treated as a biohazard dump.\n\nYou of course died instantly, BUT you did get your wish! You made front page news and became a sex symbol for lonely necrophiliac women who thought you were so cool for dying in your car like that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well you didn't get to be a basement dweller by being adventurous so you read the instructions first. Good thing too, there' a bunch of safety precautions to the car. Namely due to the extremely high levels of asbestos in the car, going in it without a hazmat suit would be fatal. Fortunately you just happen to have one. Unfortunately you only have one, which means that any lady that's remotely impressed by it won't be able to get in the thing without dying shortly thereafter. So unless you plan on becoming a necrophiliac, you have to come up with a new plan. (Though becoming a necrophiliac is plan B)\n\nAs you're suiting up, you think about how you're going to impress possible ladies with the car, without actually letting them get in it. You got it! A stunt! Chicks like daredevils right?\n\nYou got a bunch of compost in the backyard, A LOT. You get the idea to take that compost and put it in the middle of the street, set it on fire and then drive through it!\n\nEnthusiastically you start grabbing compost and going through with your plan. It probably would've been a better idea to at least use a fuckin' SHOVEL on the compost instead of picking it up with your fuckin' hands you silly motherfucker. Oh well at least you're wearing a hazmat suit\n\nAnyway you smell REALLY awful and you've just made the entire block smell that way too, when you light it on fire. This act has finally come to the attention of all the neighbors who are giving you holy hell about it.\n\n\"Jesus fucking Christ! It smells like a dead bum who just sprayed diarrhea on himself during a heat wave!\" one of them shouts.\n\nAn angry mob is starting to form…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You calm the mob down" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You attempt to calm the mob down; by saying this'll be the coolest stunt ever! The mob disagrees and proceeds to disagree with you in a physical way!\n\nThey smash you in the head with a few bricks and frog stomp you, then they take some of the compost (Using a shovel) and cover you with shit.\n\nThen they proceed to destroy your car. The jokes on them though! By pounding and beating on the car they cause a lot of asbestos flakes and dust to go flying into the air which they breathe in, since there's a lot of heavy breathing going on. (It IS a tiring job after all)\n\nThey all eventually get cancer from breathing in this toxic substance and die.\n\nOf course you don't get any enjoyment from any of this, because you're in a coma." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The car! You gotta get the car! As much as you don't fit in to society, you still have urges, and even you think that having a real life girl would be better than wackin' it every once in awhile You figure you might get a girlfriend if you get a car. After all chicks like cars right?\n\nNot so fast there, asbestos boy. You gotta buy it first and a few other people seem to have the same \"great idea\" you have.\nEventually the bidding war is won by you, for an even $5000. There goes all the money you have in the world.\n\nYou're probably going to have to sell your prized Harlequin Baby Art Collection to make that money back, but who can put a price on the endless supply of pussy you'll be getting from this cool car?\n\nEventually the car arrives outside your house along with keys and an instruction booklet on your doorstep saying \"READ ME FIRST!\" on the front cover.\n\nGuess they really want you to read the instructions first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go check out the car" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You figure you can read the instructions later, you decide to check out the car first. The whole point of buying the car was to impress women so you're in a hurry to do that.\n\nThe car is a nice white gray color and looks like a 50s type car. It's so well designed that you almost can't tell that it's made out of asbestos. You get in the car and breathe deeply to get that new car smell.\n\nAnd promptly fall over dead!\n\nAsbestos causes cancer you fuckin' moron and your car is overflowing with the stuff! Well the only good thing is it was so toxic that the \"sickness process\" was accelerated by 200 and killed you instantly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.\n\nOkay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.\n\nYou see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!\n\nYou see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.\n\nThere's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.\n\nActually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!\n\nFinally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says \"Generic Gray Building\" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You buy the bomb shelter! Duck and cover!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Erm, it's like $500,000. You can't buy it, because you're too damn poor. Even if you sold all your stuff you still wouldn't have enough. Your Mom might have it, but you'd have to beg for it and your Mom's usually not pleased with you at the best of times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beg Mom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You beg Mom for money, but she's in no mood to listen to you. In fact she's pretty pissed off at you even thinking that she'd go for this idea.\n\nYou REALLY want that bomb shelter though. You NEED it. You know the END is coming soon, so you decide to do something desperate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You threaten your mom in exchange for money" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab your Limited Edition Red Ryder BB Gun and attempt to threaten mom in a less than effective manner. She doesn't know whether to slap you or laugh at you at this point.\n\n\"Boy, I hope you've been doing some good drugs to excuse this behavior because I'm this close to throwing your ass out, you're lucky I haven't done it sooner.\" She replies.\n\"Mom, if you know what's good for you, you better gimme what I want! The end is coming soon and I need that money to save us!\" you say still pointing your gun at her.\n\nYour Mom is silent for a moment and then speaks.\n\n\"Well since you put it that way…\"\n\nMom wasn't in the marines to sit around and look pretty. She easily disarms you, punches you in both eyes, kicks you in the nuts three times and throws you out of the house!\n\nAs you lay in the gutter pondering your poor judgment, you think \"The joke's on her, here come the bombs now!\"\n\nYou and 3/4ths of the Earth's population are vaporized in a nuclear fireball death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You beg Mom for money, but she's in no mood to listen to you. In fact she's pretty pissed off at you even thinking that she'd go for this idea.\n\nYou REALLY want that bomb shelter though. You NEED it. You know the END is coming soon, so you decide to do something desperate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You offer your mom sex in exchange for money" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Uh…no. That doesn't happen! (Sicko!)\n\nInstead of THAT, you just beg you Mom harder for the money. Out of pity and to stop your whining, she gives you the money from her Swiss bank account and you buy the bomb shelter. You receive the location and keys soon afterwards\n\nSoon just before the nuclear bombs start dropping, you and your Mom head to the shelter where you remain safe and live for years. Over the years naturally you and Mom become very close and begin to look at each other with greater intimacy and fall in love until one day…\n\n(Okay, so it DID happen, but it was for love, not money!)\n\nEventually you and your Mom emerge from the bomb shelter and repopulate the Earth with your mutant children and found an empire that brings order to this hostile wasteland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Erm, it's like $500,000. You can't buy it, because you're too damn poor. Even if you sold all your stuff you still wouldn't have enough. Your Mom might have it, but you'd have to beg for it and your Mom's usually not pleased with you at the best of times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You buy it anyway despite the fact that you don't have the means!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You clear your mind, and ignore the common sense part of your brain that states you don't have enough money to do that…sonofabitch it works! You buy the bomb shelter which magically appears right outside your house. It suddenly occurs to you though, that you have a VERY powerful gift…\n\nYou begin to clear your mind of every law (natural and man made) you've ever been taught. You are able to do amazing things! You can walk over a cliff and not fall, since you don't \"know\" about gravity! You can breathe underwater, since you don't \"know\" about oxygen! You begin to create things out of thin air, with just the will of your mind! You start to change the world and people marvel at your abilities and you become as a GOD, and it's all thanks to ignorance!\n\nUntil one day someone says, \"Hey you can't do that.\" And it suddenly occurs to you that you can't, and that's when it ALL comes crashing down.\n\nFortunately you had a bomb shelter to hide in during the apocalypse that happened soon afterwards. With the world destroyed you have a lot of time to think about what you did. You decide to try to make things right, starting with clearing your mind again in an attempt to \"recreate\" the world. It doesn't work though. You spend the rest of your days eating spam in your bomb shelter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.\n\nOkay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.\n\nYou see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!\n\nYou see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.\n\nThere's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.\n\nActually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!\n\nFinally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says \"Generic Gray Building\" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You buy the island! It's an investment!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to get the island. Its only $50! Someone attempts to buy it for $100, but you outbid them to a whopping $150. You begin to daydream about what'll happen if you actually win the bid. You think about all the bad B-movies that take place on islands and how directors are always looking to use cheaper sets. You could rent it out for that, or possibly a cheap \"island getaway\" substitute for people that don't want to spend that much on a vacation. You'll have to check it out. It suddenly occurs to you that maybe people are already living on the island. Hey maybe the island will already have those topless island babes that you've seen in your \"nature\" magazine under your bed!\n\nYou snap out of your day dream only to realize that you've won the bid! You clap you hands and dance around in celebration like a monkey on crack.\n\nEventually you receive the exact location and make arrangements to go to the island. After a short trip to the ocean and a boat trip you are now on YOUR island. Time to explore!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the jungle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the jungle. You appreciate the beauty that is the lush green jungle. This really is a nice island you think. However the cannibals on the island think it's pretty nice too. In fact you made it even nicer for them; nothing tastes better to them than virgin flesh…\n\nThey hunt you, trap you, kill you and eat you.\n(Not necessarily in that order!)\n\nThey end up selling your skull on Ebay for $500, which they use to build a new menstrual hut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to get the island. Its only $50! Someone attempts to buy it for $100, but you outbid them to a whopping $150. You begin to daydream about what'll happen if you actually win the bid. You think about all the bad B-movies that take place on islands and how directors are always looking to use cheaper sets. You could rent it out for that, or possibly a cheap \"island getaway\" substitute for people that don't want to spend that much on a vacation. You'll have to check it out. It suddenly occurs to you that maybe people are already living on the island. Hey maybe the island will already have those topless island babes that you've seen in your \"nature\" magazine under your bed!\n\nYou snap out of your day dream only to realize that you've won the bid! You clap you hands and dance around in celebration like a monkey on crack.\n\nEventually you receive the exact location and make arrangements to go to the island. After a short trip to the ocean and a boat trip you are now on YOUR island. Time to explore!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk along the shore" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk along the shore, marveling at the fact this island is made completely out of Styrofoam and held together by hemp.\n\nIn your wonder, you begin to inspect the hemp ropes which are holding the pieces of Styrofoam together.\n\nIn your curiosity you begin to pick at a frayed rope…\n\nAnd in your stupidity, you've just unraveled the entire island!\n\nWell so much for renting this place, you attempt to paddle your way back to shore on a piece of Styrofoam, but you're eaten by a very large seagull flying overhead.\n\nFortunately it swallowed you whole, but its digestive juices are going to make quick work of you if you don't do something to escape, so you figure fleeing through its asshole is the best way to do this.\n\nFighting through the intestinal tract of the seagull to get to the \"exit\", might sound like a novel idea, but it does have its consequences. First of all you're a mile above the earth and over the water. So assuming you managed to survive the fall out of the bird's rectum, you'd still have to contend with minor problem of drowning and sharks.\n\nSecond, you've done quite a bit of damage to the bird itself by crawling around in it; in fact you've ruptured and punctured some vital organs. It's dying and now falling at a terrific speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You jump out of the rectum and try to swim to land" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well you jump out and survive the fall, and since you do know how to swim pretty well, you also survive the drowning.\n\nHowever you don't survive the sharks…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk along the shore, marveling at the fact this island is made completely out of Styrofoam and held together by hemp.\n\nIn your wonder, you begin to inspect the hemp ropes which are holding the pieces of Styrofoam together.\n\nIn your curiosity you begin to pick at a frayed rope…\n\nAnd in your stupidity, you've just unraveled the entire island!\n\nWell so much for renting this place, you attempt to paddle your way back to shore on a piece of Styrofoam, but you're eaten by a very large seagull flying overhead.\n\nFortunately it swallowed you whole, but its digestive juices are going to make quick work of you if you don't do something to escape, so you figure fleeing through its asshole is the best way to do this.\n\nFighting through the intestinal tract of the seagull to get to the \"exit\", might sound like a novel idea, but it does have its consequences. First of all you're a mile above the earth and over the water. So assuming you managed to survive the fall out of the bird's rectum, you'd still have to contend with minor problem of drowning and sharks.\n\nSecond, you've done quite a bit of damage to the bird itself by crawling around in it; in fact you've ruptured and punctured some vital organs. It's dying and now falling at a terrific speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay in the seagull and try to shift its weight towards land" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take a running push up against the seagull's slowly beating heart, killing it instantly, but you knocked it just enough so its body would crash on land.\n\nAnd it crashes in a spectacular bloody fashion, fortunately you used its liver as a cushion to survive the fall, you remain unharmed and in desperate need of a bath. You head home with 20 hungry cats following close behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.\n\nOkay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.\n\nYou see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!\n\nYou see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.\n\nThere's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.\n\nActually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!\n\nFinally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says \"Generic Gray Building\" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You buy the toilet paper! It's the soft kind!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well last time your Mom went to the supermarket she couldn't find the soft kind. In fact, she never can find it. It's almost like there's a conspiracy and the super markets hide it before she gets there. Either that or she just enjoys torturing you with toilet paper that feels more like sandpaper.\n\nBut this isn't about your paranoia, and you manage to find some toilet paper for $5, 1000 rolls of it! You buy it immediately and soon it arrives magically in front of your house. You find out why it was so cheap.\n\nIt's wet and USED…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep it, because youre cheap" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You really can't see anyone buying your shitty toilet paper; you're still not sure why you wanted to buy it so bad yourself. Perhaps you have toilet training issues, but this isn't about your screwed up childhood, this is about how you wasted your money! Or have you?\n\nUpon closer inspection you realize that this is the genuine toilet paper of Elvis! You can tell by the wiping signature! You sell it back to Graceland for millions! You then proceed to buy up other famous used toilet paper and selling them, making even more millions!\n\nFinally you decide to get out of the business and retire to your bomb shelter on your very own Styrofoam island where you live comfortably for the rest of your life.\n\nAnd perhaps when you die, YOUR toilet paper will sell for millions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well last time your Mom went to the supermarket she couldn't find the soft kind. In fact, she never can find it. It's almost like there's a conspiracy and the super markets hide it before she gets there. Either that or she just enjoys torturing you with toilet paper that feels more like sandpaper.\n\nBut this isn't about your paranoia, and you manage to find some toilet paper for $5, 1000 rolls of it! You buy it immediately and soon it arrives magically in front of your house. You find out why it was so cheap.\n\nIt's wet and USED…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to sell it as art" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You re-sell it as art. You list it as a great ornamental garden piece. Bio-degradable and good for the soil.\n\nYeah, you ALMOST believe that yourself. You do get a bid from some idiot though for $350, you figure you've made a large profit already, so you sell.\n\n\"Ha Ha! What a sucker!\" you think.\n\nWell think again toilet boy, turns out it was more valuable than you thought! It was the same toilet paper used by Elvis the day he died on the toilet! The \"idiot\" sells it back to Graceland for millions, and spends it on cars, girls and drugs.\n\nYou spend your $350 on more used toilet paper in the misguided attempt to get someone else's famous toilet paper, but it turns out to be only Pat Boone's and is worthless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.\n\nOkay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.\n\nYou see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!\n\nYou see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.\n\nThere's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.\n\nActually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!\n\nFinally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says \"Generic Gray Building\" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You buy the building. It's um... Gray" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Face it; you don't really have that much of a personality, so instead of buying any one of the more \"interesting\" items, you decide to get the dull gray building to match your life. Its only $2000 and nobody else wants it, so you get it with relative ease.\n\nAlright! A place of your own, no more having to quickly erase the porn on the computer or explaining to Mom why your pants are off anymore!\n\nAfter you receive the location, you quickly start packing up your shit. Until you realize you've got a lot of it. Hmmm, you don't really feel like moving it all and you briefly think about selling some of your shit on Ebay, but as usual you can't bear to part with anything. Where else are you gonna get a genuine Hitler Pez dispenser? Or the rare gay version of Star Wars? Or even that picture of you with Boudicca's ghost?\n\nBesides you don't want to waste anymore time on Ebay today. You're in a rare adventurous spirit and really wanna find out what this building's all about. You load up your Mom's car with as much shit as you can and drive to the building's location. It takes you a day to get there, but you finally do it.\n\nYou're here at the Gray Building. You're also in the middle of nowhere! You can hear a pack of ravenous wolves in the distance. There's only one door and no windows. Looks pretty ominous actually. Like a place where they'd do a snuff film, or perform secret government experiments.\n\nWell in any case you DO own it, so maybe you should find out!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go in the Gray Building" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cautiously enter the building, but not before you take your Limited Edition Red Rider BB Gun with you.\n\nNothing!\n\nThere's absolutely nothing in here! No illegal underground sex club, no \"Area 51\" like facility. Nothing.\n\nYou can't help being slightly disappointed; well at least you don't have to worry though, its big enough to hold all your shit.\n\nYou go back to your car and proceed to gather your belongings. You kick the door open and are surprised by what you see!\n\nYou see a jungle like area, with a primitive village inside! There ARE some natives roaming around, but they haven't noticed you yet. They may or may not be friendly.\n\nThis is fuckin' bizarre to say the least!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You close the door!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly close the door and try to piece together what the fuck just happened!\n\nYou don't have as much time as you like though. Those wolves you heard earlier, must've caught your scent, because there's a pack of them on a nearby hill. The leader is jet black, has red eyes and has gotta be a mutant of some sort because he's got six legs and is fuckin' HUGE!\nHe sees you and howls an unearthly howl calling his fellows after you.\n\nThey'll be upon you soon and you're not gonna make it to your car in time." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Drama" ]

[ 197, 165, 235, 219, 130, 54, 69, 95 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: modern Themes: Contest Entry, Drama Details: In this story, you take on the role of yourself. Your day starts out like every other day for you, until a few different things happen... and you have to decide what to do about those things... Join in this fun spy adventure and journey to Prague, Havana, Buenos Aries, and more!\nNote: There are a lot of different options in this game. Please do try it more than once -- there are many different ways through (you will always see the same first chapter, but there are many different ways through it to other chapters).\nThere are also quite a number of endings. For those who like to look for such things, each ending is labeled with a number, and there are 28 different endings (and many ways to get to each one). Story mode." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Spy Mission" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Another day, another dollar,\" you think as you trudge out the door from your job. You really don't like working there, but at least they pay you...a little. Finally you've made it to the weekend, so you at least get to look forward to a couple days off from work.\n\nYou get in your car and drive out of the parking lot at work only to come to an almost immediate stop as you hit the traffic. It is like this every day, but Fridays are always the worst. You reach to turn the radio on, but then remember that you still haven't had time (or money) to get that fixed. You look out the window and just see the line of cars moving slowly...\n\nFinally you get home, and you're hungry. You should have stopped for something on the way home, but you just wanted to get out of that traffic and out of the car. When you arrive at the apartment parking lot, you sigh when you realize that you're late, so everyone else will be parked in the good spots. You circle the building once before you give up and park in the \"remote\" lot. Hey, at least you're home and work is over.\n\nAs you trudge towards your apartment building, you see a small brown box sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, right near where you parked. Looking around, you don't see anyone else at the moment. You can't tell if the box was left there on purpose, or if someone accidentally left it behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ignore it and head home..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk across the sidewalks and towards your apartment. You can feel the heat coming off all the cars that got to park closer to the building than you did because of that traffic. Most of the cars here are older cars, some with dents and cracked windows, just like yours. You'll earn enough one day to get a better car, you're sure of it, just not any time soon.\n\nYou start up the stairs to your apartment. When you rented this place, the $200 discount for taking the fourth floor apartment seemed like a good idea. Of course, that was before you found out the apartment above you had kids, and you still had to walk up all these stairs because the elevator was at the other end of the building. Maybe you would win the lottery, then you could build your own house where you wanted it to be: and you weren't going to have any stairs in the entire house!\n\nYou unlock your apartment and step inside. The air is pretty stale, since the management makes you pay if you leave the A/C on all day. You know without looking that the refrigerator has nothing but some old catchup. But hey, you did get paid today, so you're going to order some take-out! Just before you get to the phone to place an order, the phone starts ringing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ignore the phone..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make it through the regular take-out for your dinner and realize that you ended up spending way more of your paycheck than you should have. Now you're full, so maybe you won't go out tonight...well, at least not yet. Sitting around for a bit, it's Friday night, so you're sure something good will be on TV. Later on you can worry about going out.\n\nYou flip the channels and start to realize that even though you have something like 1,000 channels, there's really nothing on...nothing at all. You finally stop on some supposed reality show that's just made for laughs and embarrassing people. It's pretty bad, but you watch it all the same because it's better than watching re-runs of a game show from 20 years ago.\n\nAs you zone out, suddenly you hear a tapping on your window. Yes, you're on the fourth floor, but one of your living room windows faces the walkway/balcony that loops around the outside of one side of the apartment building. You figure it was probably just the kids from upstairs messing with you, but then you hear the tapping once again. You could just turn the TV up, but you could go see who it is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ignore It..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your eyes blink open and you look at the ceiling. It is a boring white, like all these apartments, but you're pretty sure it hasn't been painted in 10 or more years. You blink and sit up. At least you don't have to go to work today. Instead, today is relaxation day. First you need to head to the store to stock up on some food, then all bets are off!\n\nYou open the door to head downstairs. The day does not match your mood: it is cloudy, cool, and windy outside. In fact, the clouds are getting darker and rolling across the sky as you watch them. You better hurry and get your supplies and get back, or you're sure this storm will catch you. You trot down the stairs and head into the back lot to your car.\n\nYou start to pull out and slam on your brakes when another car starts to back out in front of you. That was close. This is a big apartment building, but you recognize that giant car as that of the old lady who lives on the first floor and does everything slow. You slowly follow her out of the parking lot and are glad when she turns the other way.\n\nYou are headed towards the grocery store, but when you take a right in the middle of town, you hear a loud \"pop\" and feel the car slide underneath you. You limp the car over to the sidewalk and get out to see that yes, you now have a flat tire. That's the second one this year, and you just remembered that you didn't replace your spare since the last time.\n\nFortunately, you have AAA, and you can call them to help you. The overly nice AAA guy on the phone tells you that it will take about an hour, but they'll be there. You sigh and lean against the hood, thinking about all the food you were going to buy, but will now have to wait.\n\nAs you're sitting there, a black four-door car slams it's brakes on next to you in a squeal of tires. The back door pops open and you can see a skinny man inside in a dark suit and dark glasses on the far side. He calls out to you, \"Get in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get in the car..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get in the vehicle and take a seat. Before you have time to put on your seat belt, the vehicle starts moving quickly. As you are pressed back into your seat, you get a whiff of the car: it smells new. It looks completely new, like the plastic had just been taken off the seats this morning. You start to sit up and look out the windows, but then you realize the rear windows are not just blacked out from the outside, you cannot see out them from the inside.\n\nYou look towards the windshield as a large panel appears from the floor, sliding up to completely obscure your vision. You cannot see out the front window at all. Instead, you sit back, slightly disoriented, as the vehicle bounces through traffic and along the roads. You have no idea where you are going, or even what direction you are traveling.\n\nSuddenly you start to get sleepy and find that you are having trouble keeping your eyes open..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first thing that you notice when you start to wake is that you are lying down on something hard. The next thing you notice is how much your head hurts. If feels like your head has been in a pinball machine. As you reach up to touch it, you hear a deep voice say, \"Oh, sorry about that headache. It will go away soon, but until then it's going to hurt quite a bit. A minor side effect of the drug, you know.\"\n\nYou open your eyes and start to sit up. It feels like a horse has kicked you in the head as you manage to start to sit and open your eyes. You find that you are sitting on the floor of the black van and the side door is open. You spin around and put your legs out the door but don't stand right away as you press your hands against your head to try and reduce the pain. Fortunately, opening your eyes doesn't seem to make the pain any worse and you take in the man outside the van.\n\nThe man is short, bald, and dressed in black pants and a tight black tee shirt. You can see cargo pockets on the pants that hang down as if they are not empty. The tight tee shirt reveals that the man has more than a few muscles. He has small, dark eyes that are set deep into his head and a strong forehead. He has a dark stubble around his chin. When he smiles, you can see he is missing at least one of his teeth. He smiles and nods as you take him in.\n\nHe crosses his bulging arms in front of his body and continues, \"So yeah, we had to knock you out because you didn't need to see where we are just yet. You know, secret and all that stuff. And before you ask, no, I don't know why you were selected. That's above my pay grade. They tell me you're coming, and I take it from there. So you ready to get started?\"\n\nYou look up with confusion on your face and think of any number of different responses from one-word responses, to anger, to being incredibly sarcastic. Before you can put the words together to respond, the man continues.\n\n\"Okay, you're confused. I get it. Sometimes people are prepared for this, sometimes they're not. And some people can't make it through the training, while other times they can. I don't feel like giving you the long story, so you're getting the short story. Here it is: \"You're in training be a spy. You get to decide the best way for you to do that. The training starts as soon as you get up off your lazy rear end. And at any time if you decide this isn't for you, you can go home. Of course, we will wipe your memory and you likely won't remember any of this, but that's your choice. Your other options? In this facility we teach stealth, charm, and weapons. So you pick one and we get started, or you choose to go home and I zap you. Got it?\"\n\nYou look around and past the man and you can see that you are in a large warehouse with a high ceiling. There are a few doors along the far wall that appear to lead into smaller offices. Off to the right is a garage door, obviously where the van came in. The space off to the left is wide open, but there are some obstacles and the floor and some chains and rope hanging from the ceiling. The man snaps his fingers as you look around and says, \"Hey, you with me here? We don't have all day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him to forget it, you want to go home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You look around the space and make a decision. You tell the man, \"No way. This isn't for me. I might have a crappy job, but at least I'm not getting beat up and killed every day.\" You shake your head and continue, \"My crappy apartment is crappy, but at least it's safe. I don't know who you are and I don't want to know. I just want to get back to my safe life. Now, mister.\"\n\nThe man shrugs his shoulders and pulls out a small bottle. Before you can react, he presses a button on the top and a fine mist sprays into your face. You reach up to wipe away the mist, but as you do, the garage around you is already starting to get out of focus. You try to look at your hand, but it almost seems to be moving on its own. You close one eye to try and focus, but then your other eye closes as well. You only have a moment to think about that before you just stop thinking...\n\nYou wake up and open your eyes, but immediately regret doing so. Above you is clear, blue, bright sky. You squint and realize that you really have a pounding headache. From the view of the sky you put two and two together and realize that you're lying on your back on the ground. You gingerly move to sit up and close your eyes as your head pounds. You can't remember the last time your head hurt this much. You squint again, trying to get your bearings and realize that you're sitting on the sidewalk outside your crappy apartment. You don't really remember how you got here, but you wonder if there is any pizza leftover from last night..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first thing that you notice when you start to wake is that you are lying down on something hard. The next thing you notice is how much your head hurts. If feels like your head has been in a pinball machine. As you reach up to touch it, you hear a deep voice say, \"Oh, sorry about that headache. It will go away soon, but until then it's going to hurt quite a bit. A minor side effect of the drug, you know.\"\n\nYou open your eyes and start to sit up. It feels like a horse has kicked you in the head as you manage to start to sit and open your eyes. You find that you are sitting on the floor of the black van and the side door is open. You spin around and put your legs out the door but don't stand right away as you press your hands against your head to try and reduce the pain. Fortunately, opening your eyes doesn't seem to make the pain any worse and you take in the man outside the van.\n\nThe man is short, bald, and dressed in black pants and a tight black tee shirt. You can see cargo pockets on the pants that hang down as if they are not empty. The tight tee shirt reveals that the man has more than a few muscles. He has small, dark eyes that are set deep into his head and a strong forehead. He has a dark stubble around his chin. When he smiles, you can see he is missing at least one of his teeth. He smiles and nods as you take him in.\n\nHe crosses his bulging arms in front of his body and continues, \"So yeah, we had to knock you out because you didn't need to see where we are just yet. You know, secret and all that stuff. And before you ask, no, I don't know why you were selected. That's above my pay grade. They tell me you're coming, and I take it from there. So you ready to get started?\"\n\nYou look up with confusion on your face and think of any number of different responses from one-word responses, to anger, to being incredibly sarcastic. Before you can put the words together to respond, the man continues.\n\n\"Okay, you're confused. I get it. Sometimes people are prepared for this, sometimes they're not. And some people can't make it through the training, while other times they can. I don't feel like giving you the long story, so you're getting the short story. Here it is: \"You're in training be a spy. You get to decide the best way for you to do that. The training starts as soon as you get up off your lazy rear end. And at any time if you decide this isn't for you, you can go home. Of course, we will wipe your memory and you likely won't remember any of this, but that's your choice. Your other options? In this facility we teach stealth, charm, and weapons. So you pick one and we get started, or you choose to go home and I zap you. Got it?\"\n\nYou look around and past the man and you can see that you are in a large warehouse with a high ceiling. There are a few doors along the far wall that appear to lead into smaller offices. Off to the right is a garage door, obviously where the van came in. The space off to the left is wide open, but there are some obstacles and the floor and some chains and rope hanging from the ceiling. The man snaps his fingers as you look around and says, \"Hey, you with me here? We don't have all day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You agree to stealth training." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whump! You bend over in pain as the main punches you hard in the stomach. Your eyes open wide and you gasp as you try and get air inside your suddenly collapsed lungs. The man says, \"I see you. You suck at hiding. Want to try again?\"\nYou aren't sure that you like this method of training. You assume that you're supposed to do something, but you don't really know what. You figure if you're going to continue this training that you need to at least move away from this crazy man who is attacking you. But then maybe that is the point -- to learn by doing. This seems a little odd because you haven't actually been given, well, any instruction at all, but you don't have a lot of choice at this moment. You don't have a lot of options here in the open space of the warehouse, but you do have some choice..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try and run behind the van and hide from the man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You move quickly around the van, thinking that this is just stupid. Even a kid from grade school can watch you run away from them and see where you are. You get around the other side of the van and stop. The man is in front of you. He says, \"You need to work more with the shadows and the light.\" He points out the different ways the light move and the shadows are formed in an around the van. He shows you many other ways you can blend into the shadows by using your body, the light, and natural lines.\nThe man looks at you and says, \"We have time for just one more training session. I can teach you more details about what you already know, or I can teach you a different skill, the choice is up to you. And yes, there is going to be a test at the end of this. It will be a real test, and you might not survive. But I hope you do. So what do you select for you final training?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stealth training" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man leads you over to a large table along the wall of the warehouse. Spread out across the table are a number of different types of gadgets and devices. He takes the time and shows you how to use some simple items to pick a lock and how to disable a security system. He shows you how you can use some of the gadgets to help you distract people and allow you time to move about without being seen or heard. He shows you simple ways to break into place and more difficult ways to bypass security systems and other types of systems designed to keep you out.\nThe man looks at you and says, \"We are out of time. You are either ready or you are not ready. And that is what we will determine now.\" He turns and walks over to a door in the rear of the room and disappears through it. You are alone in the large warehouse, wondering if you were supposed to follow the man.\nYou have trained the following levels of skills:\nStealth: 3\nCharm: 0\nWeapons: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A moment later, another door in the wall opens up behind you. You turn quickly and see a rather well-dressed man enter the room. He holds the door open for you and gestures into the room. You walk towards the man and the door, but before you can enter the room, the man holds his hand up, stopping you short of seeing past the door.\n\nHe speaks with a British accent and says, \"This is your final challenge. You will enter through this doorway and you may not return. This is no longer training, this is real. There is a man inside this room that will kill you. I don't mean that you get another chance, that he's trying to scare you, or that you'll get saved at the last minute. I mean that if you fail, you will die.\"\n\nHe clears his throat and continues, \"That is not to say that we wish for you to die. Quite the contrary, we would like you to succeed. But if you are not prepared, then you will fail and in this case failure is death. Your death, in case that was not clear.\"\n\n\"Inside this room there is a table. On that table is a small box. Your job is simply to go to the table, retrieve the box, and return it to me. That is all. But, of course, it is not that simple. Also inside this room is a man whose job is to guard that box and prevent anyone from taking it. And that man has been authorized to use deadly force to protect the box.\"\n\nHe gestures again into the room and says with a bow, \"Would you be so kind as to retrieve the box for me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step to the doorway and look into the room. It is a very dimly lit room, so you have to look carefully to see the contents. There is a spotlight shining on a small brown box in the center of a table on the far side of the room. Most of the rest of the small room is in darkness, other than what is lit by the light coming from the main warehouse. You can see through the door it is exactly as the British gentleman had described.\n\nThe entire room is about 15 feet square. There is a man standing, arms crossed in front of him, in front of the table. He has a large knife in one of his hands and you cannot be sure in the shadows, but perhaps a firearm strapped to his waist. He is staring off into the distance and is facing the wall to the left, so that you are looking at his left side. You cannot see anything on that wall where he is looking, but he does appear quite focused. The floor of the room is in darkness and you cannot really see anything else in the room. The box on the table is quite clear at this point..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You attempt to sneak around, along the walls, and grab the box..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quietly and slowly enter the room. You watch the guard but he does not move and does not appear to hear you enter the room. You watch the ground and carefully move into the darkness around the side of the room, trying to work your way to the table..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make your way to the table and the guard hasn't moved yet. You slowly and carefully reach out for the box and lift it from the table, moving as slowly as you can so the guard doesn't see any movement. After what feels like an eternity, you pull back and into the shadows. You slowly trace your steps back the way you have come, moving back to the door and slipping out of the room.\n\nYou had a 90 percent chance of winning that battle.\n\nYou hold the box out to the man with the British accent and say, \"I believe this is what you requested?\"\n\nThe man nods and replies, \"Indeed, that was sufficient.\" He closes the door to the examination room as he continues, \"Now we shall have to see about our guard there, as he just failed his test.\" There is a yell, then a loud thump from the room, but the man ignores the sounds and walks away from the room, clearly expecting you to follow.\n\n\"You have passed the test, and that is good. You are now working for us.\" He holds his hand up before you can say anything. \"Ah, no questions yet. You do not need to know who we are. Simply accept that we are working for the U.S. government, and we aren't listed in any of the directories. It won't matter anyway, because it's not like we're going to be issuing you a paycheck and withholding taxes for you.\"\n\nHe laughs as he leads you to a set of stairs in the corner of the warehouse. He stops at the bottom of the stairs and points up the stairs. \"There, you see that door at the top of the stairs? This is where your service begins. Head up these stairs and into that room. There you will receive your mission briefing. Should you survive your first mission, we will see what else you can do, where you are needed, and what other information you may need to know. Now off with you!\"\n\nWith that, he makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. He turns and walks away from you, apparently heading back to the testing room. He does not look back as he leaves you, clearly expecting you to follow his directions. You realize that you still don't know where you are, so you really don't have any options here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head on to the mission briefing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head up the stairs to the indicated room on the second floor. You've seen the door there while you were training, but you had never seen anyone go out or into that room. You're not really sure what to expect. With a last look back at your trainer on the floor of the warehouse, you turn the doorknob and walk inside.\n\nThe first thing that greets your eyes is bright light! The far side of the room is all glass and the sun is setting in that direction, really bathing the room in bright sunlight. You raise your hand to block the light and blink your eyes. At the same time you brace for an attack, realizing this is probably a setup, as you try and look around the room.\n\nYou move to your right in a defensive position and blink your eyes again. As the room comes into focus, you realize there is a couch in the middle of the room facing a small desk. On the far wall, behind the desk to the left is a white board of some kind. There is a projector on the ceiling and a nondescript man sitting behind the desk. He says, \"Oh, is that too bright?\"\n\nHe presses a button underneath the desk and the windows immediately shift to a tint and the light is quickly reduced. The man gestures towards the couch, inviting you to have a seat. He says, \"There are drinks there in the fridge if you need one.\" Taking another look, you see a small cube refrigerator on the floor next to the couch. You move towards the couch, not really sure that you know what is going on, or whether to trust this fellow. He watches you as you sit on the couch.\n\nWithout any introduction, he presses two more buttons on his desk. The projector lights up and the white board screen is filled with the face of a man with dark skin and a short, almost smashed-looking face. The man at the desk speaks, \"This is el Martillo. He is a drug lord that has really caused a great deal of trouble recently. We want to eliminate him, but we cannot get to him. He has a great fortune and he uses it effectively to keep himself alive.\"\n\nThe man pauses, then looks directly at you as he continues, \"He is a very dangerous man. Stay away from him. He is NOT your target. I repeat, stay away from him at all costs.\"\n\nHe looks back at the screen and the slide advances to show a smaller, thin man that is starting to bald, but has a dark, even tan. The man says, \"This is Jack Kauffman. He is an accountant for el Martillo. He is currently in control of an SD card that has a bitcoin account worth over ten million dollars. The SD card is your target. We need el Martillo to not have that money. We don't really care if you steal the card and bring it back to us, or if you destroy it. Your mission is to ensure that el Martillo and Jack Kauffman do not have that card.\"\n\n\"Jack Kauffman moves about and has some protection, but our intelligence has let us know where he will be shortly and when he will be moving. They change plans all the time, but we think this is the time to strike. There is a plane waiting outside to take you to Cuba now. When you arrive, there will be a car waiting for you at the airport. You will need to drive, the keys will be in it. A contact will meet you at Cafe Quinta Avenida with final details when you arrive.\"\n\n\"We do not trust the locals and el Martillo's tentacles run deep in the area. To identify yourself to the contact, you will ask, 'Is the coffee any good here?' He will reply, 'It is good, but not as good as Kenyan.' To confirm, you must reply 'Ah, but Kenyan is too expensive.' If there are any deviations from that code, the contact will not reveal his information. The abort word is 'tea.' If you or he say any phrase with the word 'tea' in it, you immediately abort the mission and return to the airport.\"\n\n\"Remember, stay away from el Martillo and steal or destroy that SD card. That is all.\" He gestures towards the door in the glass wall. For the first time you notice that there is a door there, and there is a small runway outside. As you stand up, you can see a small private plane sitting near the bottom of the stairs outside the door with the airplane door open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the waiting airplane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head towards the door. The man has started to pull some papers out of the desk and is reading them. He ignores you as you open the door only to be assaulted by the sunshine once again. There is a wave of heat coming off the runway that catches you by surprise, but it is quickly washed away with a gentle breeze.\n\nYou walk down the stairs and towards the plane. As you approach, a man dressed in a uniform steps from around the side of the plane and gestures towards the entrance, welcoming you to the plane. You move up the steps and into the plane. Inside the plane is clearly a luxury craft designed for the rich. There are four swiveling captain's chairs, wood grain cabinets, and a number of flat screens. You take a seat and sink into the soft leather of the chair.\n\nThe man in uniform steps onto the plane behind you. He says, \"Sorry, but due to secrecy, there will be no flight attendant on this flight. You can sit anywhere, and I suggest you keep your seat belt on at all times.\" It then that you notice there are seat belts in the leather chairs. The man continues, \"The flight should be over in a couple hours. I would announce when we're landing, but it will be pretty obvious. Enjoy your flight.\"\n\nWithout pausing for questions, the man pulls up the stairs, closes the door, then steps into the cabin. The door to the cabin closes with a click and you are alone in the plane. A few moments later you hear the jet engines start up. You wait for the announcements that never come and the plane starts moving. A minute later you are pressed back into your seat as the plane speeds up down the runway.\n\nYou sit back and relax in the seat, planning to get up and explore the plane soon. Before you know it, you are out cold, enjoying the comfort of the seat. You awake with a start when the wheels of the plane touch down onto the ground once again. You look around quickly, trying to re-orient yourself as the plane taxis to a terminal. Looking out the window you see a small shack at the side of what looks like a very new runway. The plane moves towards the shack and in no time the captain comes out of the cabin. Without a word he opens the door and puts down the steps. He stays on board the plane and gestures you towards the exit.\n\nStepping outside, you feel the humid heat wash over you. The sun is shining brightly, and you can only assume that you are in Cuba. Blinking in the sun, you can see an old sedan parked next to the hut. You start walking towards the car and you hear the door slam shut behind you. The plane is already in motion before you make it to the car. You shrug and figure that it's too late to back out now.\n\nThe gravel crunches under your feet as you walk towards the car. There are bits of dust in the air and you can see a long dirt road headed in two directions from the small hut. Walking past the hut, you don't see anyone in the building at all. In fact, it looks like it has been abandoned for some time now. When you arrive at the dark blue car, you look inside and can see a set of keys sitting on the seat. Next to the keys are a map with four locations circled in red. You can tell that one is a runway, apparently where you are now. The second is in town, so that must be the coffee shop. The third looks like an estate on a hill, which must be el Martillo's house. The last is a large building and the only one labeled on the map, and it is labeled, \"Hotel Melia Habana.\"\n\nYou open the door and get in the car. The keys do indeed fit the ignition and the car starts up easily. The gas tank indicator shows full and you have to decide what to do next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take a run past el Martillo's place and check it out first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide that the best way to approach this situation is to head for the heart of the matter -- el Martillo's. You drive down the road and quickly find your way to the massive mansion of the drug lord. The mansion is high on a hill and there is only one road that leads to the top of the hill. You follow the winding road up the hill and notice a number of different fences and walls. You even spot a video camera following your movements on the road.\n\nYou reach the top of the hill and there are two men standing near a large gate with what look like small machine guns. They stare at you as you approach the gate and do not move to the side. The road continues along past the gate and you quickly move to keep the car moving. One of the men moves with his gun and looks like he might start shooting at you. You quickly accelerate and the tires squeal as you take a turn heading back down the hill.\n\nYou realize this was not a great idea -- you didn't get a look at the mansion or the drug lord, and now they know you are here and have a picture of you. You look in the rear view mirror and see the men watching you drive away. You continue down the hill and away from the men, back towards town. You can consult the map and see the way towards the center of town and to your hotel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head on towards the Melia Habana Hotel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside the hotel room you can see that this is indeed a luxury suite. This is the top of the line for the hotel and the city. There are top quality furnishings and a large Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. There is a large king bed in the middle of the room and the room is large enough to also have a lounging area with a leather recliner and a large desk. Next to the desk is a sliding glass door that leads outside to a large balcony with chairs and a small table as well.\n\nOn the desk you see a legal-sized folder. You go over to the folder and open it up. Inside you can see a picture of Jack Kauffman meeting with el Martillo. There are a couple of additional photographs of Jack from different angles so you can recognize him easily. On a second page are two addresses listed as his home address and a work address. There is a map with the locations circled and they are both near the hotel. There are also two envelopes in the folder.\n\nInside the first envelope are two first-class tickets on a flight from Havana to London and a second pair of first-class tickets from London to your home. These are dated for tomorrow, so to use them you will have to complete your mission today or tonight. The second envelope includes a folded piece of paper. The text of the paper is hard to read, but you can see that it indicates that Jack Kauffman takes the item home at night with him every night.\n\nLooking out the window, you see the sun is now beyond the peak of the sky -- it is after noon and you do not have that much time left in the day. If you are going to deal with the accountant at his office, you will have to make a move quickly. If you decide to wait until night, you have a little more time to prepare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Will move now and attempt to break into the office during a break and steal the card." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are very suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door. You hear, \"¡Abrir! ¡Policía! Abre esta puerta ahora!\" The banging continues and you hear, \"Policia!\" The sturdy door is shaking in the frame and you know that you only have a moment to decide what to do..." } ]

[ "Previously Featured" ]

[ 104, 120, 171, 113, 41, 23, 12, 38 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of horror, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"This is a dark, horror, mystery, romance.\nYou wake to find yourself buried alive on what should've been the happiest day of your life. Who put you there, why and is there any hope of escape?\nThere are quite a few different endings to the game but there is one best ending which is longer than the others. There is also a secret pink ending if you can find it.\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Groaning, you slide your hands to your thumping head, \"That must've been some batchelor party,\" you murmur to yourself, \"I only wish I could remember some of it!\"\n\nAs you open your eyes, nothing but darkness surrounds you. You reach out for the lamp but your elbows slam into something hard and wooden. You sit up instantly cracking your head on a surface just inches above your face. For a moment you panic but then realise that you must have passed out and rolled under your bed. You slide along the wooden floor reaching out but in all directions you are met with solid wood. You start to scream and flail out wildly and then your hand hits something round and metalic. As you frantically pull it to your chest, it turns on and shines down over your rented tuxedo to reveal the awful truth. You are in a box.\n\nYour heart and breath race away from you as you kick out and scream in sheer terror, \"No! not this.... Let me out. This can't be...No! Not this! No...\"\n\nYou tell yourself this must be just a sick batchelor party stunt. Any minute now the lid is going to open and your friends will be snapping pictures and lifting you out. Trying to force calm into your voice you shout, \"Come on guys! Jokes over. You really had me going! Now get me out of here. We have to get to the church by 11 or Mina will kill me!\"\n\nNo answer comes. You are consumed with terror." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The box" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dressed in your wedding suit, you are suffocating inside a wooden box." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You scream for help" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The box creaks threateningly and a little dirt starts to come in through the cracks.\n\n Your screams are swallowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Message in the box" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You flash the torch desperately around the box. The inside of the box has been painted red. You see a message scrawled on a panel to your right.\n\nHow could you do it to ME?\n\nunderneath is a picture of Mina wearing a wedding dress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check your clothing" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You desperately search through your pockets but all you find is a bottle of water in one pocket and a lighter in the other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Torch Default" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't need that right now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mina Photo" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your head is still pounding but looking at Mina calms you a little. You try to remember what happened to you...\n\nAll you know is that you love Mina and this was supposed to be the happiest day of your lives." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Water" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shake the bottle it is about half full. You better save this until you are really thirsty. You wonder how long you have been down here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drink water" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It has been so long!..... Your voice is raw from screaming.....\n\nAs you gulp down the water, something hard and sharp slides down your throat.\n\nAs you lay there choking in the darkness you think of Mina and the life you might have had together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shake the bottle it is about half full. You better save this until you are really thirsty. You wonder how long you have been down here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sniff the water" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can't smell anything it looks like normal water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the screw cap" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside the screw cap someone has wriiten\n\nChoke" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drink water" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It has been so long!..... Your voice is raw from screaming.....\n\nAs you gulp down the water, something hard and sharp slides down your throat.\n\nAs you lay there choking in the darkness you think of Mina and the life you might have had together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside the screw cap someone has wriiten\n\nChoke" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pour out the water" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The water pours out seeping through the cracks in the box. Then something large clatters out of the bottle. As you fumble around and bring it up to your face, you realise you are holding an expensive diamond ring." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The box" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are buried alive in a wooden box." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lighter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A flame leaps up from the lighter.\n\nYou had better put it out now to save the gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are buried alive in a wooden box." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing, climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn't until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring in front of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The box" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are buried alive.\n\n\"Come on man we are just playing with you. Get out of there and let's get you married.\"\n\nYou heard a faint but familiar voice. It seemed to be coming from behind a panel of wood on your right side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You rip off the panel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm in here! Get me out!\" you scream, as you dig your fingers into the joins between the panels of wood..\n\nYour finger nails are split and bloody as you try to pry the panel free.\n\nFinally, with a creak you yank off one of the panels.\n\nYou brace yourself for earth to start pouring in but instead you find a brick wall behind the panel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You push through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bricks are old and solid except in a small section where the bricks look new and have been stacked without mortar.\n\nYou push through the brick and find a narrow brick lined passage leading off into darkness, barely big enough to crawl through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You crawl in" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Torch in mouth, you scrabble forward on your belly scraping your elbows on the walls. You are barely able to lift your head off the ground without it knocking on the brickwork above you.\n\nAs you slowly inch forward you realise the earth is a little sticky in places and you can smell something that reminds you off gasoline.\n\nSuddenly, you feel something large and hairy moving over your arm towards your face. You try to tell yourself to be calm but it doesn't work.\n\nYou freeze in terror! You've always had a phobia of spiders... You begin to panic. All you can think is BURN IT!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "End of the tunnel" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shaking, you look down at the picture of Mina. A tiny wave of calm comes over you and you pull yourself together. \"It's just a silly old spider!\" that's what Mina always used to say when we were kids.\n\nYou feel the hairs on its legs brush past your face and then it scuttles by you and you can breathe again.\n\nAs you wriggle further forward the smell of gasoline gets stronger. Up ahead your torch reflects off something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The box" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are buried alive in a wooden box. There is a faint smell of gasoline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lighter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A flame leaps up from the lighter.\n\nYou had better put it out now to save the gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn' until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring infront of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lighter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A flame leaps up from the lighter.\n\nYou had better put it out now to save the gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are buried alive in a wooden box. There is a faint smell of gasoline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Burn" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a sudden woof and a blinding flash as the flame ignites the gasoline all around you. High pitched screams grow ever higher but there is no one there to hear. Then the only sound is the roaring crackle of flames." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a sudden woof and a blinding flash as the flame ignites the gasoline all around you. High pitched screams grow ever higher but there is no one there to hear. Then the only sound is the roaring crackle of flames." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lighter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A flame leaps up from the lighter.\n\nYou had better put it out now to save the gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a sudden woof and a blinding flash as the flame ignites the gasoline all around you. High pitched screams grow ever higher but there is no one there to hear. Then the only sound is the roaring crackle of flames." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn' until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring infront of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are buried alive in a wooden box. There is a faint smell of gasoline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn' until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring infront of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shaking, you look down at the picture of Mina. A tiny wave of calm comes over you and you pull yourself together. \"It's just a silly old spider!\" that's what Mina always used to say when we were kids.\n\nYou feel the hairs on its legs brush past your face and then it scuttles by you and you can breathe again.\n\nAs you wriggle further forward the smell of gasoline gets stronger. Up ahead your torch reflects off something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep crawling forward" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You gasp as at the end of the tunnel you can see a dirty window about the size of an oven door. As you go closer, the tunnel roof ends and you find that for the first time you are able to stand up inside a narrow brick chimney.\n\nYour stare upwards, feeling like you are at the bottom of a well. High up there you can see the faintest chink of light. A small cheap speaker is dangling from a wire that goes through a tiny drill hole in the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You scream for help" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one answers your screams." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one answers your screams." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Burn" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a sudden woof and a blinding flash as the flame ignites the gasoline all around you. High pitched screams grow ever higher but there is no one there to hear. Then the only sound is the roaring crackle of flames." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one answers your screams." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn' until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring infront of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You gasp as at the end of the tunnel you can see a dirty window about the size of an oven door. As you go closer, the tunnel roof ends and you find that for the first time you are able to stand up inside a narrow brick chimney.\n\nYour stare upwards, feeling like you are at the bottom of a well. High up there you can see the faintest chink of light. A small cheap speaker is dangling from a wire that goes through a tiny drill hole in the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You climb up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wedge yourself against the walls and try to scrabble up but its no use. The walls are slick with gasoline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wedge yourself against the walls and try to scrabble up but its no use. The walls are slick with gasoline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Burn" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a sudden woof and a blinding flash as the flame ignites the gasoline all around you. High pitched screams grow ever higher but there is no one there to hear. Then the only sound is the roaring crackle of flames." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wedge yourself against the walls and try to scrabble up but its no use. The walls are slick with gasoline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn' until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring infront of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You gasp as at the end of the tunnel you can see a dirty window about the size of an oven door. As you go closer, the tunnel roof ends and you find that for the first time you are able to stand up inside a narrow brick chimney.\n\nYour stare upwards, feeling like you are at the bottom of a well. High up there you can see the faintest chink of light. A small cheap speaker is dangling from a wire that goes through a tiny drill hole in the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The box" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are buried alive in a wooden box. There is a faint smell of gasoline." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You gasp as at the end of the tunnel you can see a dirty window about the size of an oven door. As you go closer, the tunnel roof ends and you find that for the first time you are able to stand up inside a narrow brick chimney.\n\nYour stare upwards, feeling like you are at the bottom of a well. High up there you can see the faintest chink of light. A small cheap speaker is dangling from a wire that goes through a tiny drill hole in the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine the window" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thick glass window is filthy. You wipe the glass and shine the torch through the murky window.\n\nYou can just make out a piece of paper stuck on the other side of the glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to read the message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you BURN!\n\n As you shine the torch into the darkness of the room beyond the note you can just make out something else written on the far wall" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to read the other message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can't make it all out.\n\nG-t to the ch--ch by 11 or --- --- never see them again!\n\ndie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can't make it all out.\n\nG-t to the ch--ch by 11 or --- --- never see them again!\n\ndie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lighter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A flame leaps up from the lighter.\n\nYou had better put it out now to save the gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can't make it all out.\n\nG-t to the ch--ch by 11 or --- --- never see them again!\n\ndie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn' until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring infront of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you BURN!\n\n As you shine the torch into the darkness of the room beyond the note you can just make out something else written on the far wall" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you BURN!\n\n As you shine the torch into the darkness of the room beyond the note you can just make out something else written on the far wall" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Burn" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is a sudden woof and a blinding flash as the flame ignites the gasoline all around you. High pitched screams grow ever higher but there is no one there to hear. Then the only sound is the roaring crackle of flames." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you BURN!\n\n As you shine the torch into the darkness of the room beyond the note you can just make out something else written on the far wall" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You scratch the glass with the diamond" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With an ear splitting screech, you draw the diamond in the ring around the glass scratching a deep circle" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You smash the glass" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pound on the glass with your fists. It creaks but you just aren't strong enough to crack it with your fist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You smash with the back of the torch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Furiously you smash the back of the torch into the glass. With the third hit the light goes out and the case starts to crack. You keep going and then hear a crack. One more hit and the glass shatters into a thousand pieces leaving a gaping hole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You crawl through hole" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tumble out into a dark room. The only light is coming from a digital clock that reads 10:39 am.\n\nThere is a strong smell of gasoline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You shout for help." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobody hears you scream!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobody hears you scream!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Explosion" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a blinding flash and searing heat the world ends for you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bottle is empty" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bottle is empty!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a blinding flash and searing heat the world ends for you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose ring is this?\n\nYou begin to remember all those months ago at college popping the question to Mina.\n\nIt was Sam's birthday party. Everyone was there, even Mina's younger sister Claire. We'd all been friends since we were kids. My best friend Sam really took care of me all the way through school. He was smart popular and captain the football team. I couldn't believe he would be best friends with a shy nerdy kid like me but we were inseparable. He really made me believe in myself; I would never have got to college without him. Mina was the girl next door. We grew up playing climbing and fighting in our back yards. Her sister Claire always wanted to join in with us but she was four years younger and just seemed to get in our way. Many years later, Mina told me that Claire had had a secret crush on me while we were growing up.\n\nIt wasn' until we went to high school that I realised just how beautiful and out of my league Mina was. I was going through some bad stuff at home and then I started getting bullied at school, Mina wanted to be there for me but I had lost all my self esteem and I ended up pushing her away. If it wasn't for Sam, I don't know how I would have got through those years.\n\nThings had got so much better for me at college. In the end, I even managed to gradually rebuild my friendship with Mina. As we came towards the end of college, I realised that Mina was just the loveliest, most natural person I had ever met. Then at Sam's party, in a moment of inspired madness, I found a plastic toy ring on a table and it suddenly hit me that I'd have to propose to Mina. I got down on one knee with the plastic ring infront of me and poured out my heart. Everyone was roaring with laughter but Mina bent down, put the ring on and cried. She told me she hoped I was serious because otherwise I was going to break her heart. I hadn't known that all that time she had secretly felt the same way about me. She said she'd never take that ugly plastic ring off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nobody hears you scream!" } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "LGBT", "Romance", "Serious", "Socially Important" ]

[ 59, 52, 72, 96, 46, 24, 22, 38 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "In the genre of love & dating, weave a narrative.\nThe story should draw inspiration from Contest Entry, LGBT, Romance, Serious.\n\"It doesn't matter what they say...\"\nYou are to craft a tale where the user is the central figure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You thrust a final time, your ragged cry of release filling the air and startling a pair of birds overhead. As they wing away you clutch Mondy to you, whispering, \"Thank you,\" and kissing him passionately as the scarlet leaves overhead drift down onto his golden hair.\n\nThese last couple of years have been hell. The two of you had your love put to the test more than ever before. It's been utterly draining--physically, emotionally, financially--but as you look into Mondy's eyes you know it was all worthwhile, and you know he feels the same. Such a warm feeling of peace and joy suffuses you, and you can't help but kiss him again.\n\nDays drift by, careless and lazy.\n\nThe two of you spend the evenings fishing, and during the day you glean whatever you can find from the overgrown fields. Mondy is still in recovery from his long illness and a bit weak, so the bulk of the work falls on you. Not that you mind. The days are quiet and peaceful, and it's a joy just to be alive as you greet each sunrise, your love at your side.\n\nIt's really just the two of you out here now; there were only a handful left in the village after the sickness came, and since then they've all packed up and left. No future out here. You heard those words often enough, even in your younger days, and there was even a time you believed it.\n\nAnd of course, there were uglier words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Days past" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first meeting with Mondy came while dropping off a necklace of your mother's. The clasp needed repairing, and he was still a jeweler's apprentice then. You'd always been considered eccentric, and Mother had stopped bothering to ask you when her dear boy Mirk was going to find a nice girl and give her a grandchild long ago. You'd expected you'd die alone, and a virgin, if you were being completely honest with yourself. But when you met Mondy...there was a spark between the two of you immediately, and before long it lit a bonfire in your heart.\n\nThe two of you had never tried to hide your love.\n\nAt first, when you and Mondy pledged yourselves to one another under the tree on the hill, and then again in the village square, the others had been...accepting enough, even if a few of them clearly thought the both of you mad. But your mother had given you her blessing, and took Mondy into her heart almost as a second son, and that was the most important thing.\n\nNear the end, however, things changed. Personally, you blame the priest. Or perhaps it was the sickness weighing so heavily on everyone's souls that turned them twisted and cold. But the looks grew darker. The whispers grow uglier, and then stopped being whispers at all. They said the love you shared was an abomination. The priest stood in he doorway of the church and thundered that a demon had poisoned your mind.\n\nAny of that, all of that...you could have borne without complaint, and gone on about your life. Mondy's love was all you needed. But when your mother lay on her deathbed, and her last words were begging you to leave the man you loved? It broke something inside of you.\n\nAfter her funeral you and Mondy had a long talk...a long cry, really, on your part. There was never a question of you leaving him, of course. For your mother to even suggest it felt like a betrayal, though you knew she wasn't herself. She was weak, ill, just like Mondy had been, and being quite old and frail as well her mind had easily been poisoned against you.\n\nBut the two of you knew when you were no longer welcome, retreated from life in the village, and moved to a cottage on the other side of the hill. Eventually, the others all left. \"Good riddance to that lot,\" you'd muttered to Mondy, watching the last cart being drawn away. \"We can do as we like now.\"\n\nWhat would you like to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look around the cottage" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cottage--well, it's more like a shack--has seen better days. And it wasn't much even back then.\n\nThe fire has gone out, and the only light comes from the gaps in the boards that are now also letting in the icy bite of winter. It's early for a first frost, and you have a feeling this year may be a bad one.\n\nOpening the pantry, you find nothing but a cloud of dust that drives you into a coughing fit. Sneaking a guilty glance at where Mondy is resting on the bed, you relax when you see you haven't wakened him. He was sick for so long, on the verge of death, that even now he hasn't recovered his strength, and you worry constantly he'll have a relapse.\n\nThere's no firewood in the box. How long has it been since you've replenished it? You really have been letting things slip around here. Perhaps it's time you start thinking more seriously about what you'll do in the coming days. To tell the truth, you're not confident anything about this place will be enough protection in a bad freeze or heavy snow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk to the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have such mixed feelings about this place. You grew up here, you knew absolutely everyone and considered them your neighbors and friends. For a while your life was good, even if pretty obviously not going anywhere.\n\nSo much changed in the last couple of years. The sickness emptied the houses and filled the graveyards, and it was like a frost settled in the survivors' hearts. Everyone became so intolerant and ugly. In the end, you were glad to see the last of them leave. Although the sight of the empty and staring husks of the buildings and the overgrown yards, abandoned now even by the feral cats and the stray chickens you'd happened across in warmer months, will never sit right with you.\n\nYour breath puffs clouds of white fog into the air, and the silence is absolute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cottage--well, it's more like a shack--has seen better days. And it wasn't much even back then.\n\nThe fire has gone out, and the only light comes from the gaps in the boards that are now also letting in the icy bite of winter. It's early for a first frost, and you have a feeling this year may be a bad one.\n\nOpening the pantry, you find nothing but a cloud of dust that drives you into a coughing fit. Sneaking a guilty glance at where Mondy is resting on the bed, you relax when you see you haven't wakened him. He was sick for so long, on the verge of death, that even now he hasn't recovered his strength, and you worry constantly he'll have a relapse.\n\nThere's no firewood in the box. How long has it been since you've replenished it? You really have been letting things slip around here. Perhaps it's time you start thinking more seriously about what you'll do in the coming days. To tell the truth, you're not confident anything about this place will be enough protection in a bad freeze or heavy snow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You make love to Mondy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just can't stay away from you,\" you admit with a little laugh, crawling under the covers and covering him with kisses. Your lovemaking is slow and gentle; ever since his illness you've been mindful of the fact that he's a bit fragile still.\n\nAfterwards, the two of you spend some time cuddling, before you reluctantly extricate yourself from the bed. \"Got a lot to do today, hun. But just wait for tonight...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk to your tree" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This tree at the top of the hill--a sugar maple--as a lonely, awkward little boy you would play here, and when Mondy came into your life it was the place the two of you would sit and talk for hours, even before you finally mustered up the courage to say the words that had gone unspoken so long between you. You've been calling it 'our' tree for the last four years, whenever either of you speak of it.\n\nYour hand caresses well known lines in the bark; a heart with the names Mirk and Mondy inside. On impulse you pull out your knife and carve it all in deeper.\n\nThe branches are bare now, and the wind up here is quite a bit stronger, and carries a bitter chill. You really ought to find some firewood and supplies. Can't have Mondy getting sick again.\n\nBelow, you see the abandoned shops and dwellings of your old village, huddled together around the little church you eventually came to hate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just can't stay away from you,\" you admit with a little laugh, crawling under the covers and covering him with kisses. Your lovemaking is slow and gentle; ever since his illness you've been mindful of the fact that he's a bit fragile still.\n\nAfterwards, the two of you spend some time cuddling, before you reluctantly extricate yourself from the bed. \"Got a lot to do today, hun. But just wait for tonight...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk to the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have such mixed feelings about this place. You grew up here, you knew absolutely everyone and considered them your neighbors and friends. For a while your life was good, even if pretty obviously not going anywhere.\n\nSo much changed in the last couple of years. The sickness emptied the houses and filled the graveyards, and it was like a frost settled in the survivors' hearts. Everyone became so intolerant and ugly. In the end, you were glad to see the last of them leave. Although the sight of the empty and staring husks of the buildings and the overgrown yards, abandoned now even by the feral cats and the stray chickens you'd happened across in warmer months, will never sit right with you.\n\nYour breath puffs clouds of white fog into the air, and the silence is absolute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first meeting with Mondy came while dropping off a necklace of your mother's. The clasp needed repairing, and he was still a jeweler's apprentice then. You'd always been considered eccentric, and Mother had stopped bothering to ask you when her dear boy Mirk was going to find a nice girl and give her a grandchild long ago. You'd expected you'd die alone, and a virgin, if you were being completely honest with yourself. But when you met Mondy...there was a spark between the two of you immediately, and before long it lit a bonfire in your heart.\n\nThe two of you had never tried to hide your love.\n\nAt first, when you and Mondy pledged yourselves to one another under the tree on the hill, and then again in the village square, the others had been...accepting enough, even if a few of them clearly thought the both of you mad. But your mother had given you her blessing, and took Mondy into her heart almost as a second son, and that was the most important thing.\n\nNear the end, however, things changed. Personally, you blame the priest. Or perhaps it was the sickness weighing so heavily on everyone's souls that turned them twisted and cold. But the looks grew darker. The whispers grow uglier, and then stopped being whispers at all. They said the love you shared was an abomination. The priest stood in he doorway of the church and thundered that a demon had poisoned your mind.\n\nAny of that, all of that...you could have borne without complaint, and gone on about your life. Mondy's love was all you needed. But when your mother lay on her deathbed, and her last words were begging you to leave the man you loved? It broke something inside of you.\n\nAfter her funeral you and Mondy had a long talk...a long cry, really, on your part. There was never a question of you leaving him, of course. For your mother to even suggest it felt like a betrayal, though you knew she wasn't herself. She was weak, ill, just like Mondy had been, and being quite old and frail as well her mind had easily been poisoned against you.\n\nBut the two of you knew when you were no longer welcome, retreated from life in the village, and moved to a cottage on the other side of the hill. Eventually, the others all left. \"Good riddance to that lot,\" you'd muttered to Mondy, watching the last cart being drawn away. \"We can do as we like now.\"\n\nWhat would you like to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk to your tree" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This tree at the top of the hill--a sugar maple--as a lonely, awkward little boy you would play here, and when Mondy came into your life it was the place the two of you would sit and talk for hours, even before you finally mustered up the courage to say the words that had gone unspoken so long between you. You've been calling it 'our' tree for the last four years, whenever either of you speak of it.\n\nYour hand caresses well known lines in the bark; a heart with the names Mirk and Mondy inside. On impulse you pull out your knife and carve it all in deeper.\n\nThe branches are bare now, and the wind up here is quite a bit stronger, and carries a bitter chill. You really ought to find some firewood and supplies. Can't have Mondy getting sick again.\n\nBelow, you see the abandoned shops and dwellings of your old village, huddled together around the little church you eventually came to hate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first meeting with Mondy came while dropping off a necklace of your mother's. The clasp needed repairing, and he was still a jeweler's apprentice then. You'd always been considered eccentric, and Mother had stopped bothering to ask you when her dear boy Mirk was going to find a nice girl and give her a grandchild long ago. You'd expected you'd die alone, and a virgin, if you were being completely honest with yourself. But when you met Mondy...there was a spark between the two of you immediately, and before long it lit a bonfire in your heart.\n\nThe two of you had never tried to hide your love.\n\nAt first, when you and Mondy pledged yourselves to one another under the tree on the hill, and then again in the village square, the others had been...accepting enough, even if a few of them clearly thought the both of you mad. But your mother had given you her blessing, and took Mondy into her heart almost as a second son, and that was the most important thing.\n\nNear the end, however, things changed. Personally, you blame the priest. Or perhaps it was the sickness weighing so heavily on everyone's souls that turned them twisted and cold. But the looks grew darker. The whispers grow uglier, and then stopped being whispers at all. They said the love you shared was an abomination. The priest stood in he doorway of the church and thundered that a demon had poisoned your mind.\n\nAny of that, all of that...you could have borne without complaint, and gone on about your life. Mondy's love was all you needed. But when your mother lay on her deathbed, and her last words were begging you to leave the man you loved? It broke something inside of you.\n\nAfter her funeral you and Mondy had a long talk...a long cry, really, on your part. There was never a question of you leaving him, of course. For your mother to even suggest it felt like a betrayal, though you knew she wasn't herself. She was weak, ill, just like Mondy had been, and being quite old and frail as well her mind had easily been poisoned against you.\n\nBut the two of you knew when you were no longer welcome, retreated from life in the village, and moved to a cottage on the other side of the hill. Eventually, the others all left. \"Good riddance to that lot,\" you'd muttered to Mondy, watching the last cart being drawn away. \"We can do as we like now.\"\n\nWhat would you like to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk to the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have such mixed feelings about this place. You grew up here, you knew absolutely everyone and considered them your neighbors and friends. For a while your life was good, even if pretty obviously not going anywhere.\n\nSo much changed in the last couple of years. The sickness emptied the houses and filled the graveyards, and it was like a frost settled in the survivors' hearts. Everyone became so intolerant and ugly. In the end, you were glad to see the last of them leave. Although the sight of the empty and staring husks of the buildings and the overgrown yards, abandoned now even by the feral cats and the stray chickens you'd happened across in warmer months, will never sit right with you.\n\nYour breath puffs clouds of white fog into the air, and the silence is absolute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first meeting with Mondy came while dropping off a necklace of your mother's. The clasp needed repairing, and he was still a jeweler's apprentice then. You'd always been considered eccentric, and Mother had stopped bothering to ask you when her dear boy Mirk was going to find a nice girl and give her a grandchild long ago. You'd expected you'd die alone, and a virgin, if you were being completely honest with yourself. But when you met Mondy...there was a spark between the two of you immediately, and before long it lit a bonfire in your heart.\n\nThe two of you had never tried to hide your love.\n\nAt first, when you and Mondy pledged yourselves to one another under the tree on the hill, and then again in the village square, the others had been...accepting enough, even if a few of them clearly thought the both of you mad. But your mother had given you her blessing, and took Mondy into her heart almost as a second son, and that was the most important thing.\n\nNear the end, however, things changed. Personally, you blame the priest. Or perhaps it was the sickness weighing so heavily on everyone's souls that turned them twisted and cold. But the looks grew darker. The whispers grow uglier, and then stopped being whispers at all. They said the love you shared was an abomination. The priest stood in he doorway of the church and thundered that a demon had poisoned your mind.\n\nAny of that, all of that...you could have borne without complaint, and gone on about your life. Mondy's love was all you needed. But when your mother lay on her deathbed, and her last words were begging you to leave the man you loved? It broke something inside of you.\n\nAfter her funeral you and Mondy had a long talk...a long cry, really, on your part. There was never a question of you leaving him, of course. For your mother to even suggest it felt like a betrayal, though you knew she wasn't herself. She was weak, ill, just like Mondy had been, and being quite old and frail as well her mind had easily been poisoned against you.\n\nBut the two of you knew when you were no longer welcome, retreated from life in the village, and moved to a cottage on the other side of the hill. Eventually, the others all left. \"Good riddance to that lot,\" you'd muttered to Mondy, watching the last cart being drawn away. \"We can do as we like now.\"\n\nWhat would you like to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You make love to Mondy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just can't stay away from you,\" you admit with a little laugh, crawling under the covers and covering him with kisses. Your lovemaking is slow and gentle; ever since his illness you've been mindful of the fact that he's a bit fragile still.\n\nAfterwards, the two of you spend some time cuddling, before you reluctantly extricate yourself from the bed. \"Got a lot to do today, hun. But just wait for tonight...\"" } ]

[ "Fantasy" ]

[ 48, 67, 139, 62, 14, 10, 2, 6 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Base the story in this genre:\nfantasy\n\nIncorporate the following ideas into the story:\nFantasy\n\nYou are a young man who has been working hard jobs for years in the middle of no-where to keep yourself fed and save up enough to move back to the city where you were born. You face many mundane seeming choices at the beginning but they lead down different paths that can alter the story and show major events from very different viewpoints. A few of the paths even reveal the not so mundane happenings that are starting to stir in the world and sweep you up in them.\nThere are several \"endings\" that you can find and many ways to die. The 3 main endings: There is a strangely happy ending that I wrote in just because even in fantasy stories people deserve a chance to just settle down and let the world pass by. A second best ending and the best ending (It tells you its the best/2nd best). Good Luck!\nThis is a first attempt and will undergo many changes so be patient with it, but also be brutally honest with any comments as it/I wont improve if you pull your punches.\nBig thanks to Gidgy and Aman for help with editing and proofreading! (There will still be some small mistakes in there but it was just time that I actually published it.)\n\nYou are to act as an interactive story teller for the user. The user is the main character of the story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have just run your sword through the last of the 6 bandits when you hear a cry for help. You jog over to a large chest. Upon opening it, you find a beautiful girl locked in with a rather large amount of gold.\n\n\"You must be Amelia\" you say, as you boldly lift her from the chest.\n\n\"I am!\" she replies breathlessly, \"You must have gotten my hidden message! Thank you for rescuing me. The way you challenged all the bandits to a sword fight at the same time was so very heroic!\" You lean closer....\n\nYou wake up and take in your surroundings, holding a tiny hope that one of your dreams had been reality and not just fantasy. But all you see is your one room hut, mostly empty and worn down.\n\n\"Last night it was a dream about escaping from an amazing tower of riddles ruled by an evil magician and today it's a hero rescuing princesses... I must be losing it.\" You get out of bed, get dressed and take stock. One bed, a desk with your open pack and a chair by the cooking fire are all the furniture in the room. You slowly re-fill your pack with your cloths and hunting gear. The fire went out during the night leaving the room dank and chilled so, realizing you had no reason left to hang around, you stuff your sleeping sheet into you pack, sling it over your shoulders and head to the door.\n\nLooking out you see the dirt streets and hastily built shacks of the work camp you've been living in the past few months.\n\nDo you:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head off to talk to the foreman" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly walk through the camp towards the mine, looking in the empty shacks as you pass. Now that the mine is running and producing silver, all the temporary staff brought in to dig out the initial tunnels have been laid off. You were one of the last to go as you were one of the most experienced but tomorrow the shacks would all be torn down and only the huddle of nicer buildings would remain to house the permanent miners and those needed to support them.\n\nYou arrive at the entrance to the mine and see the Foreman sending the last of his men inside. He calls you over.\n\n\"Well, you've done a good job for us but I can't keep you on our books any longer. The mine's bringing up silver and they've sent down some official to assess our operation. Sadly, that means he will be checking our payroll so there wont be any room for us to hire out side jobs for a few months.\"\n\nYou knew the job was only temporary so you tell him that it's alright and thank him for keeping you on after most others had been laid off.\n\nHe hands you a small purse with your pay.\n\nYou start to head off when he calls after you.\n\n \"I heard a rumor that another mine might be opening a few days walk north of here... Can't say if its true or not but there may be a few months worth of work up there if it is.\"\n\nYou wave your thanks and head out of the camp towards the road. It takes just over an hour to reach it so as you walk you think back on your recent dreams. In the tower of riddles you hadn't been much of a traditional sword swinging hero but you had shown great wits and intelligence to escape. In this morning's dream you had been a bold adventurer able to take on 6 ruthless bandits at the same time without breaking a sweat. Comparing it to your own life so far, you think its no wonder you're having escapist dreams.\n\nYour name is \"Glor\". Your mother once told you that traditionally, babies are named after the first thing a father says when a child is born. (This often causes no end of contrived first exclamations from new fathers) Your own father, upon hearing it was a boy, had strode into the room and started saying \"Glory be!\" (Obviously thinking Glory was a good manly name) Unfortunately, when he saw what a birthing room was like a few seconds after the deed he only managed, \"Glorrr...\" Most couples iron over the small details like this and name the child what the parent 'meant' to say, but your mother had a wicked sense of humor so Glor stuck fast.\n\nYou grew up in a small section of the city called the \"Old Quarter\" near the docks and factories. Your family could only be described as the working poor, the people who do all the dirty and less desirable jobs that keep a city running. Your father worked hard and brought in enough money to keep you all fed, but 4 years after you were born, your mother passed away while giving birth to a stillborn child. Your father still worked but as a broken man and you were mostly brought up by friends and their families around the area. Once you hit your teens, you took any small jobs you could get. Cleaning, hauling, and off-loading ships - no job was too humble or dirty. You spent the rest of your time hanging round the docks and warehouses chatting to sailors about other cities and lands.\n\nNot that yours is a sob story. Many had it much worse than you in those days. Lack of jobs sent more and more people into the Old Quarter and many families didn't survive their first years there. You had good friends and old family ties that took care of you when you needed, so it wasn't all bad.\n\nOnce you were old enough you joined a mining expedition and set off into the hills to make your fortune. Well, to dig holes while other people made their fortunes even bigger, but, it was a wage and a start. You had stayed up North since then, taking mine and farm jobs wherever you could. You claimed you were saving your coin and preparing to head back to the city but the years passed and you stayed, doing manual labor in mines. This latest job had brought you the closest you'd been to the city in years, even if it was still days of hard travel away.\n\nYour thoughts are interrupted as you reach the road. You take a good look around but see no-one in either direction. To the North, the road roughly follows the line of the hills; to the south, it disappears onto the plains, where it turns slowly east towards the city.\n\nYou feel an urge to turn south and see the city again. There's certainly been more mining expeditions sent out recently, so maybe things have improved there. The money you just got paid for the months at the mine would keep you going for at least half a year if you're careful.\n\nOn the other hand, if there is a new mine starting North, a few more well paid months away from the city won't change your situation for the worse. You think to yourself one more mine job without a break between would get enough for a years living when you got back.\n\nShould you make you way back South to the city or try your luck in the mine to the North?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head North." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You turn Northward up the road thinking that the rumors of a new mine are too good an opportunity to pass up, and hey, even if it's false you don't mind spending an extra week or two on the road.\n\nYou pull out some of your dried meat and start eating as you walk, thinking you should probably set some traps and snares when you make camp that night to stock up some fresh meat. You spend an uneventful day walking North and see no other travellers. An hour or so before dusk you start looking for a place to camp. You can camp on the roadside, head into the trees to the east for cover while you sleep or walk an hour or so to the foothills west and hope for a spring or cave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be good to find a cave to sleep in, head West" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk for an hour west and reach the larger hill. After some searching you find a game trail that leads to a cave and just have time to build a small fire before night sets in. You didn't find a stream but you're sure you'll come across one tomorrow.\n\nYou quickly lay a few snares just out of the reach of the firelight then retreat into the cave for the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Morning on the North road" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You thought you had heard some noises during the night but there are no signs of other people in the cave. Sadly, your snares are empty too so it'll be another day of dried meat unless you find a traveller on the road today.\n\nYou cover the embers of the fire and walk back to the road. Once you reach it, you see a lot of fresh footprints and realize you must have missed a group that passed during the night. The tracks lead North so you follow them for a short distance on the road before coming across their abandoned camp on the edge of the woods.\n\nA quick look tells you they packed up and started their march North again several hours ago." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow them and try and catch up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You think to yourself that with the rumors of a new mine opening that it might be best to catch this group up and see if they know anything about it. You set off at a fast pace to catch them up.\n\nBy mid morning you see a dust cloud ahead of you on the road so you keep your fast pace up till you get close enough to make out the group.\n\nIts getting close to midday before you get close enough to realize who it is your chasing. Its a group of miners! You quickly conclude that they must be the hired hands sent to get the mine up and running so you approach them to see if you can find out more.\n\nAs you catch up to the rear of the pack some of them hail you. You respond in kind then fall in beside the rear couple and start chatting. You learn that there are about 50 of them in the group including all the skilled workers the mine needs but that they would be happy to have you along as an unskilled hand. Its not going to be as much money but they tell you that they have sent their mine guards off ahead to make the area ahead safe so there isn't any way to get ahead and get a better job." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask the Foreman to let you sign up as unskilled work and join their group." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You troop into the camp with your new companions and get your first look at your new job site for the next few months. Its a well cleared site around a small mine entrance that couldn't extend more than a few feet into the hill. The guards sent ahead had obviously arrived much earlier than you as the site overseer and his men had readied sheds for your company to sleep in and already had his handful of miners digging and putting up rough timber supports in the mouth of the mine.\n\nYou're shown your quarters, a small shed set out much like your last one, bed, desk and fire. You settle in and the next day begin your new job. Since you couldn't get a better position your one of the diggers and carters as the foreman put it. You dig to deepen the mine until your standing in a large pile of dirt, then you or someone else, shovel it into a cart and push it outside to be dumped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a couple of weeks" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a few weeks of hard labor your not sure whether your regret your choice or not but your certainly keeping very strong and fit from wielding a pick and shovel all day. The mine has been progressing well, the main shaft has been tunneled deep into the hills bedrock and side tunnels are being opened to chase the smaller silver seams your crew uncover in the rock.\n\nYou're just taking you latest load of rock out in a cart when the foreman approaches you. \"Theres a small job available for you if you want to earn some higher pay than you are at the moment, dangerous though.\"\n\n\"What's the job?\"\n\n\"One of the main side tunnels has found a rich looking vein we want to open, but the rock around it is cracked and weak. The weak stone should only extend a few feet but we need some volunteers to risk mining through it. The pay is more than double what your getting now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the risk and the extra money" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take a proper look at the new tunnel you're to help open up. The stone is very weak and cracked. You and the two other workers start mining, carefully removing the weak stone along with the silver ore and painstakingly placing buttresses and supports as often as possible.\n\nA few days pass and your team is making some good headway. One thing you've decided you like about weak stone is that is easy to mine. Half of it just crumbles out of the wall with a single pick blow, That doesn't reassure you about the rest above your head though.\n\nAfter a week you're taking a rest at the end of your tunnel. You've made several metres into the stone and it looks like you've finally reached the end of the weak stone. Your buttresses held and you've earned some easy coin.\n\nThe Overseer told you after you were done with the weak stone that he might be able to get you moved to some logging duty for a week or two if you wanted, same pay but easier work as an additional reward. Starting today they would be felling the trees that grew near the mine to build more supports for the ever growing maze of tunnels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the weak tunnel" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start to pick up your gear to exit your tunnel when you feel a slight shaking and see a few small pebbles fall from the tunnel roof.\n\nYou feel as if time had slowed around you as you think of the layout of the mine site. Your tunnel had branched far off the main one under the hillside. You can see a small root in the rock wall beside you. Your mind tells you that your seam must have run under the trees behind and to the left of the hill and that they were the obvious choice for the first logging, but all your body is telling you to do is run.\n\nThe tunnel is small so you start to run hunched over but as you take your third step you feel a tremor moving up through the tunnel floor.\n\n\"They felled the tree right over my tunnel!\" you think as a last thump resounds through the walls and the roof of your tunnel crumbles. Tons of rock pour onto you.\n\nYou don't have time to think anything else in your rock tomb." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a few weeks of hard labor your not sure whether your regret your choice or not but your certainly keeping very strong and fit from wielding a pick and shovel all day. The mine has been progressing well, the main shaft has been tunneled deep into the hills bedrock and side tunnels are being opened to chase the smaller silver seams your crew uncover in the rock.\n\nYou're just taking you latest load of rock out in a cart when the foreman approaches you. \"Theres a small job available for you if you want to earn some higher pay than you are at the moment, dangerous though.\"\n\n\"What's the job?\"\n\n\"One of the main side tunnels has found a rich looking vein we want to open, but the rock around it is cracked and weak. The weak stone should only extend a few feet but we need some volunteers to risk mining through it. The pay is more than double what your getting now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Its not worth it, keep mining the main tunnel" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't want to risk a tunnel collapse so you turn down the foreman's offer.\n\nYou work solidly for the next few weeks. You occasionally see the Officials from the miners guild and some officers from the army visit and watch them being greeted by the overseer and his daughter in their newly built house. From speaking to the other miners you find out that the overseer is also the owner of the new mine and a few others in the area, he moved from another country then made his way up from miner, to foreman, then staked his own claim after a few years. Now he travels to all his new mines and oversees their construction with his daughter doing his books and his cooking for him. You never hear about his wife.\n\nYou think its odd that he gets so many visits, especially from the army but you put them out of your mind as soon as the officials leave- the guild is nothing to do with the hired hands after all, only the owners." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Months of mining" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You've been at the mine nearly three months now, the tunnels are going deep and several promising seams have been opened up, even the weak stoned tunnel is producing well now after a minor cave-in caused by logging right above it.\n\nYou know its nearly time for the hired hands to be laid off so you approached the foreman to see what the prospects are. He told you that most of the manual labor would be laid off within the week and sadly that included you, you'd been a good worker but with all the better positions filled he had no choice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You finish the week and head South" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get your things in order and even if you didn't make as much as you'd hoped for, you still added a few good weeks living expenses to your purse.\n\nThere have been rumors lately of bandit activity on the road south so you talk to the other workers there to see what their plans are. One group is planning to leave on the day they are laid off and make good time down to the city because they want to get back to family there. The other south bound group plans to stay until all the small jobs are finished around the camp for a few extra coins then have a much more leisurely trip with stops off at way houses and farms along the way. The second group will turn up to the city nearly two full weeks after the first but your in no rush yourself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You rush back to the city with the first group, you may as well get back there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You all gathered on the Friday morning by the foreman.\n\n\"As you men all know, this mine is now officially up and running so the owner has employed one of the mining guilds to keep her running and turn a profit for him, they bring their own unskilled work as well as the their own guards so you'll all be paid up until today then free to go. You can collect you pay off me this evening or tomorrow morning.\" as he turns to leave he pauses and says \"Hmm for about 10 of you there could be some small coin in clearing the old shacks and tidying the place up, a few days light work for light pay.\" then he heads off to oversee the cutting of some wooden struts.\n\nYou and your group finish your days work as quickly as possible then a few hours before dark you file up to the foreman and collect your pay, the owner is a generous man and since the build went well he provides you all with some dried meats and provisions for the trip out.\n\nYou all head off South into the evening leaving the camp far behind you before stopping. Your days are pretty uneventful with a large group of men around you no bandits make an appearance and you all make very good time to the city, marching most of the days and taking few breaks along the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rushed arrival" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your group makes it back to the city in what must be only a little short of record time and say your farewells at the gates, most of them running off to see wives or families. You take stock of the area then get yourself through the now alien feeling streets to your old area of the city and are relived to find it almost completely unchanged. You go to an old way house you knew in the hopes that the same owner was still running the place.\n\nAs you walk in the door a man behind a bar looks up and stares right at you for a full minute before saying \"Well this is some triumphant return, look at the state of..\"\n\nYour coin purse drops on the table\n\n\"your huge full coin purse\" he slowly finishes.\n\nYou grin and tell him you'll take his best room for the night and some hot food followed by whatever his best bottle of alcohol is then head upstairs to wash the road off your face. Your Old friend meets you as you come back down and tosses you a key as he lays a large bowl of thick stew on the table alongside a large bottle of mead with two glasses.\n\n\"two?\" you point out.\n\n\"Well its not everyday an old friend comes back into town after years away, so since your now paying for an entire bottle of finest mead reserve I thought I'd close for the evening and join you\".\n\nYou laugh and join him at the table sharing stories of the years since you grew up in the city together and went separate ways.\n\nVery late the next morning you wander down nursing your head and see your friend behind the bar equally worse for wear. You wander over and take the mug of water he hands you. Over breakfast and a lot more water you tell him your plans now that your back in the city. Your goal had always been to get enough to settle comfortably in or near the Iron district, then as the months went by, maybe get into one of the guilds as a skilled worker or arrange with a company to be a free-lance worker on their books. Your years of experience with all good references would stand you in good stead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You decide that even though the rooms and food are basic at best that you'll stay renting from your friend for a few weeks while you check out the city and find a place of your own" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After an enjoyable two weeks at the inn you've found yourself a nice place up in the Iron district, Its just a single bedroom with kitchen and small lounge off it but compared to the last few years it seems like a palace. Even better its only a few minutes walk from several of the guild buildings and mining corporation offices so sorting out a job shouldn't be too taxing, after several months rest of course.You let your friend know that you'll be leaving the next day and he just tells you to come down for drinks as often as you like.\n\nThat evening you both sit down to share a drink and talk about how to make easy money (your favorite topic since you were 10 and he was 15 working for his dad in this very bar). You glance out the window and comment that its awfully bright out for the time of day when you hear the first screams.\n\nYou both rush out to see a massive inferno sweeping through the wooden buildings of the old quarter. You both turn to run but there is a wind coming off the sea pushing the fire on and the old wooden buildings are going up like kindling. In your blind sprint you both almost make it to the walls dividing the city's districts when the flames overtake you and the smoke makes you choke and fall, its not long before you are engulfed entirely in flames." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your group makes it back to the city in what must be only a little short of record time and say your farewells at the gates, most of them running off to see wives or families. You take stock of the area then get yourself through the now alien feeling streets to your old area of the city and are relived to find it almost completely unchanged. You go to an old way house you knew in the hopes that the same owner was still running the place.\n\nAs you walk in the door a man behind a bar looks up and stares right at you for a full minute before saying \"Well this is some triumphant return, look at the state of..\"\n\nYour coin purse drops on the table\n\n\"your huge full coin purse\" he slowly finishes.\n\nYou grin and tell him you'll take his best room for the night and some hot food followed by whatever his best bottle of alcohol is then head upstairs to wash the road off your face. Your Old friend meets you as you come back down and tosses you a key as he lays a large bowl of thick stew on the table alongside a large bottle of mead with two glasses.\n\n\"two?\" you point out.\n\n\"Well its not everyday an old friend comes back into town after years away, so since your now paying for an entire bottle of finest mead reserve I thought I'd close for the evening and join you\".\n\nYou laugh and join him at the table sharing stories of the years since you grew up in the city together and went separate ways.\n\nVery late the next morning you wander down nursing your head and see your friend behind the bar equally worse for wear. You wander over and take the mug of water he hands you. Over breakfast and a lot more water you tell him your plans now that your back in the city. Your goal had always been to get enough to settle comfortably in or near the Iron district, then as the months went by, maybe get into one of the guilds as a skilled worker or arrange with a company to be a free-lance worker on their books. Your years of experience with all good references would stand you in good stead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell you friend that you'll just be staying a couple of days while finding your own place up in the Iron district, after all you have enough coin to rent an entire house for most of a year." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hang around long enough for your head to stop hurting and the food to settle then head off to see what changes the years have wrought on the rest of the city. Your Old district may not have changed at all but the wooden docks and buildings have stood longer than most peoples grandparents had been alive. You walk slowly up the sloping city until you reach the large walls that divide the districts and head through the large gates. The first thing you notice is that the gates which used to be old relics unmoved in decades had been cleaned up, reinforced and were guarded, they seemed friendly enough and were only guarding the gates closing mechanism not the gateway itself but it was still an odd sight.\n\nThe Iron district had also changed, the stone buildings seemed even bigger than before and many of them were more ornate, even near the gate which would be considered the less well off area. You head further in and see signs for several new mining companies and new guard businesses recruiting. You quickly move off the main roads and find a respectable looking Inn to ask about rooms.\n\nYou don't have any luck in the first few inns and taverns you try but after a while you find one with a small flat to rent- Its a little more than you wanted to pay but its only a few minutes from the guild buildings so you agree terms and say you'll move in that night. You head back to let your friend know then move your few worldly belongings into your new place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Easy city living" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You settle into your new place almost immediately. At first you have no idea what your going to do with the large wardrobe and drawers set up in your room but then you just smile to yourself and head out to the nearest tailors and buy several sets of cloths. All practical and hard wearing, but still one of the first times you've owned more than 3 outfits in your life. After stowing it all away you start your rounds of the district and try to see as many of the changes as possible.\n\nYou do your sight-seeing for the first couple of days then start to gather information on the Guilds and Companies that interest you. Having got the basics noted down, you buy in a nice supply of long lasting rations (just incase) and set about having an easy life for the whole of winter. Eating down in the taverns or the nice inns, and seeing what nightlife there was to offer.\n\nIt was just as you were starting to really enjoy your complete lack of routine and responsibility and were planning on heading down to your friends for an evening drink when you start to hear loud voices and strange shouts from the taverns main room. You thought that this was a little to nice of a place for it, but never one to pass up spectating a good tavern brawl (and occasionally participating) you head down the stairs.\n\nBut your stopped short when you reach the room and instead of a brawl you see a room full of panicked people all saying the word fire. You grab the nearest man and ask what is going on and he tells you the old districts up in flames, they think it started on the shore amongst the docks but the wind off the sea pushed it up into the old wooden buildings and they took like kindling, within minutes the whole district was one big inferno.\n\nYou rush outside and round the inn, your window looked the other way shielding you from the sight but now you just stare blankly towards where the wall separating the districts and see a fierce orange and yellow glow over the wall, occasionally punctuated by large bursts of flame with plumes of black filling the air above it. You sprint down to the gates but once you get there you find them closed and barred shut. grabbing the nearest guard you shout for them to be open so you can get to your friend but he just stares blankly back at you obviously shocked dumb then walks away. The gate captain walks over and tells you that if anyone is still in there and didn't get out before the gates had to be shut, that there was no chance of them being alive. You start to tell him that he is wrong and needs to open the gates when he takes you over to them and tells you to put a hand on them.\n\nYou reach out and feel the thick gates metal almost hot enough to burn you. The captain quietly tells you that the fire came at the worst possible time. it had been dry for weeks and wooden buildings had been build right from the shore to the base of the wall, all stocked full of the years produce, hay, wheat, pelts and oils. most of it flammable. The wind blowing in from the sea had fanned it into an inferno almost as soon as the first warehouses had gone up. It had spread unnaturally quickly and only the closing of the huge gates had stopped it spreading through into this district too. The gates would stay closes until the embers were cold, and that could take a couple of days at least without any rain to quench them.\n\nYou head slowly back to your room and collapse into bed unsure what to do next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Morning or choice" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awake in the morning unsure what to do. Your plans had been of an easy year living off your money and you could still do it, prices would probably go up for a time but you'd still comfortably now that your settled. But you are now sure you'd lost any place that you had called home and your closest friend in the fire so you at least wanted to find out what had happened.\n\nYou grab some food then head out to start trying to ask questions and see if anyone is the wiser about what had caused the fire, and to do a last look through the survivors for any sign of your friend.\n\nYou ask several guards but most don't seem to know any more than you do. Eventually you see a guard that isn't as shell shocked as the rest and he tells you that the captain over at the military barracks has all the information about the fire and that you should speak to him. You head there to see what he knows.\n\n'The Barracks' as it is generally know does contain the city guard's barracks but also the military side of things, the army barracks, its armory, offices and everything else it needed all in one giant building that straddled and made up part of the wall between the iron and stone districts. You quickly see a small group of people talking to soldiers outside one of the entrances and approach them to hear what is going on.\n\nIts one of the captains explaining the fire to them, a few minor details extra but basically what you had heard before. Once he is done you ask him about how it started. He looks you over then sends you in and tells you to talk to the man at the desk, first room on the right. You enter and realize you not left with much choice as to where to turn since there is a group of soldiers blocking the corridor a few meters away with only one door standing open between you and them. You enter and approach the man looking at you from behind the desk.\n\n\"What can I do for you?\"\n\n\"I want to know how the fire started.\"\n\nThe man seems mildly amused by your abrupt response but any trace of amusement quickly vanishes as he replies.\n\n\"A ship packed with flammable fuel was set alight and rammed into our docks. the fire was deliberate.\"\n\nStunned by the sudden revelation you ask \"Are your sure? wait are you just telling everyone this, wont it cause a panic?\"\n\n\"There's no point trying to keep it a secret, half the fishing fleet saw it happen as did many of the survivors that ran into the sea and were picked up the by the ships, the entire city will know in two days at the most. Also there were thousands of people in that district at the time, I wont dishonor them by lying about their deaths.\"\n\n\"But who would do it, what is there to gain from burning down old district?\"\n\n\"We think it was Carn, at least the burning ship and the one that had been accompanying it bore their colours\"\n\nYou think for a few seconds but the name rings no bells \"Who?\"\n\n\"Carn, the city a few weeks along the coast by boat, you been living under a rock or something? There has been minor trouble and trade disputes between us for nearly two years now.\"\n\n\"I've been up North for years in the mines, news apart from bandit activity doesn't make it up there...\"\n\n\"Well long story short we started full maritime trading over 3 years ago, then two years ago some minor trade problems began, then it was about land, finally about fishing rights. things had been getting tense for months with armed ships keeping fishing boats company for protection and guards on our borders but no-one expected this. They have been sent ravens with questions about the ships but they will of course deny all knowledge, then it will be war. The king has already started recruiting to replace the men lost in the fire and more to fill out the army.\"\n\nYou just stand unsure what to say, should you hate an enemy you don't know for what they did? Denounce their tactics, or just avoid the war and try and rebuild a life in the city.\n\n\"So son\" the commander stands up \"we are still recruiting and the army wage is just as good as the miners one. You want to enlist?\"" } ]

[ "Historical", "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 156, 130, 128, 79, 37, 14, 12, 19 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "In the genre of edutainment, weave a narrative.\nThe story should draw inspiration from Historical, Serious.\n\"A great war is about to erupt, the greatest the world has ever seen since the Trojan war. As the Greek city states are about to be engulfed in civil war, one man has to undertake a great journey. A dangerous road lies ahead, but you must take it, for the odyssey of one will decide the fate of many. This story is loosely based on the famous Greek epic: the Odyssey, by Homer.\nNote that this is more of a story than a game. Depending on your choices, it can be either pretty long, or very short.\"\nYou are to craft a tale where the user is the central figure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tell me, o Muse, of that ingenious man, who traveled far and wide, after he was spoken to by the gods themselves.\n\n'Please aid me, Muses.' You whisper as you walk to the centre of the gathered crowd. 'Welcome, my very honored guests. Tonight I will tell you about the hero Odysseus, who braved many perils on his way home on the island of Ithaca. Once upon a time...'\n\nYou spend the following hours reciting all the long sentences you have memorized in the past few years. When you finish your story you are met by a wave of sound, as the audience loudly applauds your story. When the crowd leaves you finally begin to breath more easily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The epic begins" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After you leave the odeon, the performing place of bards, you gaze at the beautiful night sky above Athens' acropolis. The beauty of the night sky always calms you after your performances. However, as you gaze at the stars you suddenly see a golden light shining between the buildings of the temple complex, the acropolis.\n\nCurious, you cross the acropolis to get closer to the huge temple. When you approach it you see that someone placed the statue of the goddess Athena outside. Something is strange, though. The statue, that you know is made from marble, gold and silver, is glowing with a golden glow. The statue of Nike that she normally holds in her hand is gone and replaced by her shield, that normally lies by her side. You get uneasy and turn to walk away.\n\n'Halt!'\n\nYou turn around. Did someone just say something? You quicken your pace.\n\n'Halt!'\n\nOkay, you are really starting to freak out now. You now start running away from the Parthenon.\n\n'Foolish mortal.'\n\nYou spot an owl flying towards you. While you wonder what such an animal would be doing at this time at this place it crashes into your face. While your vision grows black you see a golden glow coming towards you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Light in the darkness" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hear faint murmurs in the darkness, like distant voices. A faint glow pierces your eyelids. When you try to open your eyes you are practically blinded by a golden light. After a short scream of fear and pain you close your eyes. The voices become clearer.\n\n'Do you really think he is up to this task?'\n\n'He is only a mere bard'\n\n'You, out of all people, should not criticize a bard, Apollo. And yes, Zeus, father of men and gods, highest of rulers, I do think that this mortal can complete the task we are about to give him.'\n\n'Apollo? Zeus? How hard was I hit by that flying piece of vermin?'\n\n'He'd better be, the fate of the world rests on his shoulders.'\n\n'Open your eyes mortal. I know you are awake. I hope my owl didn't hit you too hard. Don't be afraid.'\n\nYou slowly open your eyes, afraid to be blinded once again by that golden light. But this time nothing happens. When your eyes are fully opened and have adjusted to the darkness of the night, you see three people. Somehow they look familiar, like people you pass everyday without really looking at them. But on the other hand, you think you have seen their faces over a million times. When you realize just who you are looking at, your jaw drops with surprise. You are looking at three of the Olympic gods; the bright-eyed Athena, the ever-young Apollo and the aegis bearing Zeus. 'I... I... How... When...' While you try to make a coherent sentence, Athena speaks to you:\n\n'Please remain calm bard, great teller of tales, and listen to what we have to say. The world as you know it is about to undergo a radical change. War is about to erupt between the Greek city states, a war of which the likes haven't been seen since the great Trojan war. Many heroes died then, and many more will die now. You are the last hope of the Greeks.'\n\n'But what can I do to help? I'm just an ordinary bard. If the fate of the Greek cities hangs in the balance, then why can't the gods solve it? I mean, my people pray to you every day. Is this how you repay us?'\n\n'Insolent mortal. Is this how you repay us? Is this how you repay the immortal gods, who gave you life, who helped you in your times of need? If my daughter didn't favor you so much I would smite you on this spot.'\n\n'That will be enough father. I understand why you are angry, aoidos, but let us explain first. Even the gods are bound by rules, by fate, by moral. After the Trojan war Zeus decreed that no immortal gods may ever be involved in a war between humans again. The fact that we are giving you this advice is as far as we can go without upsetting the balance in the world. In order to avert this war you have to undertake a journey. You have to travel to the great oracle at Thebes, in the lands of the Aegyptians. There you will have to ask for advice on how to avert this war.\n\nStill baffled from your sudden encounter with the gods you answer:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'm sorry, but you have the wrong mortal, ehm... The wrong person. You're not able to do that" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Ungrateful mortal!'\n\nAs Zeus speaks this words the skies fill with thunderclouds. The sound of the rumbling thunder drowns all other sounds that eminate from the city of Athens.\n\n'Insolent fool! Who are you to doubt the decisions of the almighty gods? I can't understand why Athena chose you as the savior of the Greeks, but she obviously chose poorly! But so be it, if you will not fulfill this task, then the Greek cities are doomed.'\n\nThe sound of thunder is becoming overwelming. While you cover your ears to block out the sound you see Athena looking at you with a sad expression. When the sound reaches it's climax a huge lightning bolt hits the acropolis. You close your eyes as the light is too intense to gaze at. You remain in this position for a minute or two, covering your ears with your hands and clenching your eyelids tight to avoid being blinded by another lightning bolt.\n\nWhen you finally dare to open your eyes you realise that the gods have left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A year passes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A year has passed since your encounter with the gods. Although you doubt you really met the gods, you probably were hallucinating due to the stress you had because of your performance in the odeon, you can't stop thinking about their prophecy of war.\n\nYou suddenly realise that you have almost arrived at the assembly of the people. Time flies when you think intensely about things, maybe you should give up your job as a bard and become a philosopher. The assembly of the people is the highest ruling organ in Athens. The people decide on the future of the city, there is no single ruler or single ruling party. Normally only the richer people, that have the right to vote, attend the assembly. Today, however it seems like every person has come to the meeting place on the hill the Pnyx. But then again, today is not an ordinary day.\n\n'The time has come to take up our arms. Sparta, our old enemy has declared war upon us and many other Greek city states! Many other cities, like the city of Thebes, have declared war upon each other. An army of enemies will be arriving here within days! Now is the time to take up our arms, assemble the hoplites, mount our horses with their fast feet. Now is the time to defend our homeland against the aggressors, now is the time to fight!'\n\nThe speaker now shouts across the gathered crowd. The crowd shouts angrily in response. The great war has reached Athens..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Days later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grip your spear tighter as you gaze at the distant flames on the edge of the horizon. The cool evening wind that is always present on the top of the big stone walls of Athens seems to be filled with the smell of burning wood. Great pyres of smoke have been visible for days since the Spartans and their allies invaded the lands of Athens. From your high point of view on top the gatehouse you can see the camp of the gathered enemies. A chill runs down your spine as you think of the fighting that has been occurring the last few days. Although the Athenian forces have been able to repel the invading forces, many people have lost their lives. Frankly, you don't believe that you are able to win this war. Most of the people that are defending the city only had the two years of mandatory military education. They are just regular citizens that were drafted to defend Athens in this great war.\n\nYou can see light dawning on the horizon, a new day has begun. A new day, filled with fighting. You can see activity in the enemy camp, men gathering, men mounting horses, people grabbing weapons and gathering in formation. You remember when these men first showed up on the edge of the horizon. You remember the men, women and children in front of them, running away, fleeing into the city. You remember men screaming as they assaulted the high walls of Athens, screaming when you pushed their ladders down to the hard earth, screaming as their souls passed on to the underworld.\n\nYou lift your shield as the enemy army marches towards the city, the fight is about to begin.\n\nMoments later you spot the first ladders being put against the walls and you rush towards them, either to push them down or to kill the men that are scaling them. Suddenly you hear a familiar sound, like a thousand birds flapping their wings in the skies. A shadow blocks the light of the sun as thousands of arrows fly towards the city of Athens." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You quickly lie down" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You throw yourself onto the ground, just as the arrows fly over your head. As you scramble to get up you realise that you are one of the few people that have survived this attack. Dazed, you watch across the city walls, oblivious to the rest of the world. However, you quickly come to your senses as you spot a Spartan soldier that has nearly reached the top of the wall. You pick up the shield and spear that you dropped when you tried to evade the deadly arrows. To your horror you realise that you can't move your spear arm and you realise that an arrow has lodged itself in your shoulder.\n\nThe Spartan soldiers have now reached the top of the walls and are advancing towards you and a few of the other survivors. Since there is no way that you can win this fight with only a shield, you retreat, stumbling over the corpses that now litter the once great walls of Athens. When you finally descend the walls you spot the swift-footed Polymachos, one of the most experienced marshals in Athens, giving orders to his men. 'Reinforce the walls, don't give them the chance to open the gates!'\n\nYou wrestle yourself through the soldiers that ascend the walls, trying to repel the invading Spartans, but finally you reach solid ground. You realize that you are more of a burden then an advantage to your fellow soldiers, so you drop your shield and walk away from the gates. Polymachos gives you an angry look but he turns away from you and runs towards the lion-hearted defenders of Athens. You now have a dilemma. Should you help defend the walls, or do you retreat to another part of the city?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, you won't run. You will help defend your homeland" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pick up your dropped shield and hurry back to the top of the walls. But before you even reach the staircase you hear a loud cracking to your left. As you look at the source of the noise you see splinters coming off of the city gates.\n\nWith a thundering crack the gates give way to the Spartan battering ram. At the same time a wave of Spartan soldiers comes flooding through the destroyed gates. You raise your shield and fight valiantly against the endless stream of enemies. Even with your useless arm you manage to injure quite a lot of enemies by smashing your shield at them.\n\nSuddenly you see general Polymachos fighting next to you. 'Cover my back!', he shouts at you, just when the spear of an enemy hits him in the chest. You gaze with horror at the sight of the swift-footed Polymachos, the most-experienced general of Athens, lying dead at the floor. While you are astounished by this sight an enemy manages to sneak up to you. As you finally realise what is going on he strikes you with his sword.\n\nAs your soul prepares to leave your body to journey to the realm of Hades you spot a golden light in the corner of your vision. When your soul finally leaves your body you wonder if this tragedy could have been averted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You throw yourself onto the ground, just as the arrows fly over your head. As you scramble to get up you realise that you are one of the few people that have survived this attack. Dazed, you watch across the city walls, oblivious to the rest of the world. However, you quickly come to your senses as you spot a Spartan soldier that has nearly reached the top of the wall. You pick up the shield and spear that you dropped when you tried to evade the deadly arrows. To your horror you realise that you can't move your spear arm and you realise that an arrow has lodged itself in your shoulder.\n\nThe Spartan soldiers have now reached the top of the walls and are advancing towards you and a few of the other survivors. Since there is no way that you can win this fight with only a shield, you retreat, stumbling over the corpses that now litter the once great walls of Athens. When you finally descend the walls you spot the swift-footed Polymachos, one of the most experienced marshals in Athens, giving orders to his men. 'Reinforce the walls, don't give them the chance to open the gates!'\n\nYou wrestle yourself through the soldiers that ascend the walls, trying to repel the invading Spartans, but finally you reach solid ground. You realize that you are more of a burden then an advantage to your fellow soldiers, so you drop your shield and walk away from the gates. Polymachos gives you an angry look but he turns away from you and runs towards the lion-hearted defenders of Athens. You now have a dilemma. Should you help defend the walls, or do you retreat to another part of the city?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have to retreat, you are in no condition to fight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I'll just be a burden for the other soldiers', you think as you run away from the walls.\n\nWhile you run through the besieged city you meet other people fleeing from the doomed city. A sense of shock creeps up on you as you realize just how many families are forced from their homes.\n\nYou finally manage to reach the opposite gate of Athens. Luckily, this one is badly guarded by the enemies as most of the soldiers are fighting on the other side of the city. A large group of people has already gathered near the gate and you hear shouts coming from it. 'Open the gate!' 'No, stay and defend our city!' 'Now, open...'. 'Fools, Athens is doomed!', you shout to them 'I saw the enemies myself, I fought them. There are just to many of them. Our only hope is to flee the city through this gate.' You armor and bleeding shoulder seem to impress the gathered people. Two other wounded soldiers run to the gates to open them. 'I hope you know what you're doing.', one of them says to you.\n\nWhen the gates open you see an almost deserted landscape. Only a handful of soldiers are left behind to make sure no one flees through these gates. Well, now they'll have to work for their money.\n\nWith the strength of a cornered lion, you, the two other soldiers and the gathered citizens attack the enemies. A few minutes later the enemies lie dead on the sandy soil, only two citizens have died in the attack.\n\nYou walk all day, always away from Athens. When night falls you camp on a hill. While the other refugees slowly fall to sleep, exhausted from the day's fighting and walking, you can't. Although the bleeding has stopped, moving your shoulder is still painful.\n\nYou gaze to the distant horizon and see the burning remains of what was the mighty city of Athens. In the inferno you see a flash of golden light coming from the hill that once housed the Parthenon. As you witness the destruction of your home you wonder if this could have been averted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grip your spear tighter as you gaze at the distant flames on the edge of the horizon. The cool evening wind that is always present on the top of the big stone walls of Athens seems to be filled with the smell of burning wood. Great pyres of smoke have been visible for days since the Spartans and their allies invaded the lands of Athens. From your high point of view on top the gatehouse you can see the camp of the gathered enemies. A chill runs down your spine as you think of the fighting that has been occurring the last few days. Although the Athenian forces have been able to repel the invading forces, many people have lost their lives. Frankly, you don't believe that you are able to win this war. Most of the people that are defending the city only had the two years of mandatory military education. They are just regular citizens that were drafted to defend Athens in this great war.\n\nYou can see light dawning on the horizon, a new day has begun. A new day, filled with fighting. You can see activity in the enemy camp, men gathering, men mounting horses, people grabbing weapons and gathering in formation. You remember when these men first showed up on the edge of the horizon. You remember the men, women and children in front of them, running away, fleeing into the city. You remember men screaming as they assaulted the high walls of Athens, screaming when you pushed their ladders down to the hard earth, screaming as their souls passed on to the underworld.\n\nYou lift your shield as the enemy army marches towards the city, the fight is about to begin.\n\nMoments later you spot the first ladders being put against the walls and you rush towards them, either to push them down or to kill the men that are scaling them. Suddenly you hear a familiar sound, like a thousand birds flapping their wings in the skies. A shadow blocks the light of the sun as thousands of arrows fly towards the city of Athens." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You lift your shield to block the arrows" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the deadly projectiles rain down on the wall you quickly raise your shield above your head. Your heart pounds inside your chest as arrows rain down on your shield. As the final arrow strikes the stones of the city wall you lower your shield.\n\nThe sight of the slaughter on top of the city walls makes you gag. Dozens of men, who defended the walls, lie dead on the cold stone floor. Oblivious to the rest of the world you gaze at the fallen soldiers. The ones who survived are behaving the same. Suddenly you hear a shout coming from your right and you spot the first enemy climbing the siege ladders to the top of the walls. You quickly shout to the other men and rush to the enemy. Before he is able to reach the top of the wall you push back his ladder so he falls to the ground. A new wave of enemies, however, has climbed the other ladders. As you stumble over the corpses that now litter the walls you see your fellow soldiers repelling the enemies, destroying the ladders in the process.\n\nRelieved that this attack has been repelled you hear a thundering crack beneath you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You quickly run down to the gates" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as you reach the bottom of the staircase you see the gate give way with a thundering crack. The Spartan battering ram has breached the gates and a horde of enemies is rushing through.\n\nThe defenders of Athens fight valiantly against the intruders, trying to repel them. You can see the swift-footed Polymachos, the most experienced general of Athens fighting at the front of the defenders. You quickly join your fellow soldiers. Together, you fight bravely against the invading Spartans and after about half an hour most of the invaders are repelled from the city, the battle has moved outside the city walls.\n\nHowever, the enemy hasn't retreated yet. After they have regrouped themselves they attack you another time, killing many Athenian soldiers. You find yourself facing three enemies at the same time. As the adrenaline rushes through your veines you kill one of the attackers with your spear. But then the other enemies attack you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duck!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You duck and the enemies' spears slice through thin air. When you prepare for another attack, your opponents haven't had the time to prepare themselves to defend your assault. You quickly dispatch of one of the soldiers by plunging your spear into his heart. The second one puts up more of a fight. He blocks every trust you make with your spear and vice versa. Eventually you see signs of fatigue across the face of your attacker. With a quick feint you manage to mislead your opponent and you manage to kill him with a single blow to his head.\n\nPanting, you look at the rest of the battlefield. You see your fellow defenders fighting with the courage and strength of mountain lions, but they are clearly outnumbered. To your right you see the lion-hearted Polymachos defending against an attack by multiple opponents and to your left you see a couple of Athenian soldiers who are being slaughtered by the Spartan attackers.\n\nAs you are about to lose all hope of winning this fight a huge soldiers comes into your view, wielding a large sword. As you watch him you think you recognize a highly decorated Spartan general named Dusmenecles, but then again, it is hard to recognize people who's faces are covered by bronze helmets. Unfortunately for you, the enemy general is heading straight to wards you.\n\nSeeing no other option, you storm the enemy general with your spear. But before you manage to hit him, he slices through your spear with his sword. Shocked by this turn of events you stand frozen to the ground as Dusmenecles raises his sword for the final blow..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You block his sword with your shield" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as the enemy is about to hit you, you raise your shield. But instead of being stopped by the wooden object, the sharp sword of Dusmenecles cleaves right through it, shattering it. This, however, isn't even the worse part. After dealing with your shield the sword carries on with it's swing and slices through your shoulder.\n\nYou fail to move as Dusmenecles, sacker of cities, thrusts his sword into your belly. You fall to the ground, bleeding from your mortal wounds.\n\nAs the life flows out of you you see a flash of golden light entering your field of vision. As you slowly bleed to death you wonder if all this fighting could have been prevented. The last thing you hear before your soul leaves your body to travel on to the realm of Hades is the evil laughter of Dusmenecles as he claims his next victim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You duck and the enemies' spears slice through thin air. When you prepare for another attack, your opponents haven't had the time to prepare themselves to defend your assault. You quickly dispatch of one of the soldiers by plunging your spear into his heart. The second one puts up more of a fight. He blocks every trust you make with your spear and vice versa. Eventually you see signs of fatigue across the face of your attacker. With a quick feint you manage to mislead your opponent and you manage to kill him with a single blow to his head.\n\nPanting, you look at the rest of the battlefield. You see your fellow defenders fighting with the courage and strength of mountain lions, but they are clearly outnumbered. To your right you see the lion-hearted Polymachos defending against an attack by multiple opponents and to your left you see a couple of Athenian soldiers who are being slaughtered by the Spartan attackers.\n\nAs you are about to lose all hope of winning this fight a huge soldiers comes into your view, wielding a large sword. As you watch him you think you recognize a highly decorated Spartan general named Dusmenecles, but then again, it is hard to recognize people who's faces are covered by bronze helmets. Unfortunately for you, the enemy general is heading straight to wards you.\n\nSeeing no other option, you storm the enemy general with your spear. But before you manage to hit him, he slices through your spear with his sword. Shocked by this turn of events you stand frozen to the ground as Dusmenecles raises his sword for the final blow..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You jump aside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly come to your senses and jump aside, dodging the fatal blow. Unfortunately you drop your shield. As you fall to the ground you hit something hard with your elbow. As a sharp pain shoots through your arm you see the enemy preparing for another deadly blow. Fear grips your heart once again as you feel the cold touch of Hades on your shoulder. From utter despair you grope around on the floor, hoping to find anything that you can throw at the enemy general.\n\nYour hands find the object with which your elbow came into contact with. You throw it at Dusmenecles with all the strength you have left, closing your eyes, expecting the final blow to come any moment now. You feel like you have been sitting like this for minutes, though it must have been more like seconds, when you hear victorious shouting coming across the battlefield.\n\nYou open your eyes, surprised by this sound. And when you look around you see Athenian soldiers shouting and cheering. While you wonder what has caused this sudden turn of events you see the swift-footed Polymachos coming to wards you. 'You have my sincerest gratitude, soldier. Because you killed the treacherous enemy general his troops routed and victory was ours. Thank the gods!'\n\nYou killed who? Baffled you look at the spot where a few moments ago stood the manslaughtering Dusmenecles. Now you see his body lying on the ground, bleeding from a wound to the head, apparently caused by the broken sword that is sticking out of it. Did I really throw that?\n\n'Calm down great-hearted soldiers, you fought very bravely today. I am sure that the whole of Athens will commemorate your giant victory.'\n\nAll attention is just to much for you, although you are used to giant crowds of people, being a bard and all. You walk across the battlefield to a low hill, still baffled by the events of the day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When you reach the top..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When you reach the top of the hill you still haven't calmed down. You hear the cheering and shouting of the men behind you, mixed with another sound. A sound that is quite familiar, but this isn't coming from behind you, it is coming from in front of you. A sound like the sound of metal slamming against metal, which was sometimes audible at the smithies in Athens. As you look at the darkening horizon, dusk is setting in, your heart begins pounding in your chest.\n\nYou see an endless wave of enemies coming to wards the wounded city of Athens. You count thousands and thousand of men, all carrying weapons. You drop to the ground in utter despair. Athens will fall, it's soldiers and citizens slaughtered and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Just as the sun sinks beneath the horizon you see a golden flash of light. You wonder if this tragedy could have been averted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as you reach the bottom of the staircase you see the gate give way with a thundering crack. The Spartan battering ram has breached the gates and a horde of enemies is rushing through.\n\nThe defenders of Athens fight valiantly against the intruders, trying to repel them. You can see the swift-footed Polymachos, the most experienced general of Athens fighting at the front of the defenders. You quickly join your fellow soldiers. Together, you fight bravely against the invading Spartans and after about half an hour most of the invaders are repelled from the city, the battle has moved outside the city walls.\n\nHowever, the enemy hasn't retreated yet. After they have regrouped themselves they attack you another time, killing many Athenian soldiers. You find yourself facing three enemies at the same time. As the adrenaline rushes through your veines you kill one of the attackers with your spear. But then the other enemies attack you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Block!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You manage to block the double attack with your shield. However, it isn't much worth after the damage done by the enemies spears. You throw your now useless shield at one of the attackers, startling him. The other, on the other hand, isn't that easily scared and attacks you once more.\n\nYou dodge the blow and return it with a thrust of your spear. As the wooden shaft pierces the armor of your opponent, the other manages to strike you with his spear. Luckily for you, it is only a flesh wound. As he prepares you strike once more, you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Counter-attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly thrust your spear at your opponent. Unfortunately for you, he is quicker. As your strength seeps away you drop your spear. When the enemy pulls his spear from your chest you can't find the strength to stand up anymore.\n\nYou feel your soul leave your body. You take one last look at the world around you. The sight isn't pretty. The lion-hearted defenders of Athens are being slaughtered by the Spartan soldiers. You see the swift-footed Polymachos fall to the sword of an enemy commander, you think you recognize the manslaughter, Dusmenecles of Sparta. As your soul travels to the realm of Hades you see a golden light. Your last thought in the mortal realm is: 'Could this slaughter have been prevented?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You manage to block the double attack with your shield. However, it isn't much worth after the damage done by the enemies spears. You throw your now useless shield at one of the attackers, startling him. The other, on the other hand, isn't that easily scared and attacks you once more.\n\nYou dodge the blow and return it with a thrust of your spear. As the wooden shaft pierces the armor of your opponent, the other manages to strike you with his spear. Luckily for you, it is only a flesh wound. As he prepares you strike once more, you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You dodge his attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You duck aside just in time to dodge the fatal blow. As adrenaline rushes through your body you grab your opponents spear. You quickly pull it from his hands.The expression on his face changes from a self confident smirk to an expression of utter fear.\n\nYou quickly dispatch of the unarmed enemy with a quick slash of his spear. The battle rages on for a couple of minutes. After you kill a couple of soldiers you notice that the battlefield is getting quiet. The battle cries of the solders have died down. The shouts of agony from the wounded soldiers quiet down. You look around and see a group of soldiers standing around a body. At closer inspection you see it is the body of the lion-hearted Polymachos. Apparently he died, fighting an enemy general\n\nAthens doesn't rejoice at the fact that another wave of attackers has been repelled. Many brave men died and many more are wounded. The cries of widows can be heard around the clock and the smoke from the funerary pyres seems to block out the sun. You cannot stand the sight of this city of death any more. A few moments later you find yourself walking aimlessly across the battlefield. You have no idea how you ended up here. As you walk around the battlefield, occasionally startling one of the carrion eaters that now roam the lands, you think about the slaughter that has been done here the past couple of days. Suddenly a golden light shines from behind a nearby hill.\n\nYou quickly run to the top of the hill, hoping to see one of the immortal gods, who own the wide sky. However, you see a completely different sight. Thousands of footmen, carrying the swift bronze spears flood the nearby countryside. Hundreds of riders and their swift-hoofed horses pour from behind the enemy lines. Hordes of archers, pulling the strings on their bows flow from behind the horizon. At this sight your heart sinks with despair. How could the wounded city of Athens ever withstand a force like this. As you fall to your knees you once again spot the golden light, shining from behind the horizon. Could this tragedy have been averted?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hear faint murmurs in the darkness, like distant voices. A faint glow pierces your eyelids. When you try to open your eyes you are practically blinded by a golden light. After a short scream of fear and pain you close your eyes. The voices become clearer.\n\n'Do you really think he is up to this task?'\n\n'He is only a mere bard'\n\n'You, out of all people, should not criticize a bard, Apollo. And yes, Zeus, father of men and gods, highest of rulers, I do think that this mortal can complete the task we are about to give him.'\n\n'Apollo? Zeus? How hard was I hit by that flying piece of vermin?'\n\n'He'd better be, the fate of the world rests on his shoulders.'\n\n'Open your eyes mortal. I know you are awake. I hope my owl didn't hit you too hard. Don't be afraid.'\n\nYou slowly open your eyes, afraid to be blinded once again by that golden light. But this time nothing happens. When your eyes are fully opened and have adjusted to the darkness of the night, you see three people. Somehow they look familiar, like people you pass everyday without really looking at them. But on the other hand, you think you have seen their faces over a million times. When you realize just who you are looking at, your jaw drops with surprise. You are looking at three of the Olympic gods; the bright-eyed Athena, the ever-young Apollo and the aegis bearing Zeus. 'I... I... How... When...' While you try to make a coherent sentence, Athena speaks to you:\n\n'Please remain calm bard, great teller of tales, and listen to what we have to say. The world as you know it is about to undergo a radical change. War is about to erupt between the Greek city states, a war of which the likes haven't been seen since the great Trojan war. Many heroes died then, and many more will die now. You are the last hope of the Greeks.'\n\n'But what can I do to help? I'm just an ordinary bard. If the fate of the Greek cities hangs in the balance, then why can't the gods solve it? I mean, my people pray to you every day. Is this how you repay us?'\n\n'Insolent mortal. Is this how you repay us? Is this how you repay the immortal gods, who gave you life, who helped you in your times of need? If my daughter didn't favor you so much I would smite you on this spot.'\n\n'That will be enough father. I understand why you are angry, aoidos, but let us explain first. Even the gods are bound by rules, by fate, by moral. After the Trojan war Zeus decreed that no immortal gods may ever be involved in a war between humans again. The fact that we are giving you this advice is as far as we can go without upsetting the balance in the world. In order to avert this war you have to undertake a journey. You have to travel to the great oracle at Thebes, in the lands of the Aegyptians. There you will have to ask for advice on how to avert this war.\n\nStill baffled from your sudden encounter with the gods you answer:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"It is not my right to doubt the decision of a god. I will do as you say.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Very well. Listen closely to what I have to say, great bard. You have to travel to the oracle at Thebes in the land of the Aegyptians. There you will have to ask for advice. However, she will test you first. Remember, whatever happens during your journey, don't ever mock the almighty gods. And always help those in need'\n\nAnd with that last warning Athena and the other gods slowly disappear from the sacred grounds of the acropolis. Leaving you behind, baffled and speechless.\n\nThat night you fall into a restless sleep. One-eyed monsters change into huge beast with multiple heads, sending ships and sailors to their doom. Beautiful women, with white arms, try to kill you and other men. And throughout your dream fires rage on in the background." } ]

[ "Humor", "Previously Featured" ]

[ 146, 84, 120, 89, 50, 25, 10, 33 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: modern] [Tags: Humor] [Description: Yee Haw! It's a trailer park life for me!\nAdditional Notes:\nThis story has a ton of offensive langauge and humor so if you don't like that sort of thing, you probably shouldn't read it. Though given the setting, the language used is pretty accurate.\nThis also isn't really a \"win/lose\" type story. While there are some endings better than others, this is basically just a tale about a typical day of a degenerate that lives in a trailer park.] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mel, get the fuck up you lazy motherfucker!\"\n\nArrgh! That's your girlfriend Tina. Its only 1:00 PM and she's screaming at you to get up. Probably wants you to get a job.\n\n\"Alright! Jesus fucking Christ woman, get off my fucking ass!\" you shout back, holding your head.\n\nAs you get up crushed beer cans roll off your body. You realize you passed out the night before on the kitchen floor of the trailer. Empty bottles of Wild Turkey and Jack Daniels lie strewn about the floor along with a pile of cigarette butts.\n\nWhew! You must've really been partying hard last night! You smell like ass and vomit!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have a drink" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Might as well start the day off with a good liquid breakfast! You go to the fridge and don't see any form of alcoholic beverage.\n\n\"Where the fuck is the beer?!\"\n\"Your alcoholic ass drank all of it last night! Drink the goddamn milk instead!\"\n\nYou grumble and begin to drink the milk and promptly puke it up in the sink when it comes out in gray clumps.\n\n\"FUCK! No fuckin' beer, expired milk, don't you ever go shopping?\"\n\"You're not fuckin' crippled, why don't you go do it!?\" Tina says walking into the kitchen.\n\n\"Because I'M too busy looking for a fuckin' job all the time that's why!\" you say and then shove your tongue in her mouth.\n\"EWWWWWW! Your breath stinks like rotten milk! At least brush your teeth before doing that! God you're a fucking dick!\"\n\"Oh you know you like it!\" you say grabbing her ass. Tina leaves your hand there, but it doesn't stop her from yelling at you some more.\n\n\"You better be getting a job today! I'm sick of being the only one who works in this trailer, while YOU stay up all night and sleep all damn day!\"\n\"Since when is shaking your tits and ass while strangers throw money at you work?\"\n\"Fuck you! MY stripping pays the bills! You better start pulling your weight around here, I'm serious!\"\n\"Yeah, yeah.\" you say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go get a job" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have no desire to go get a job, but you decide you'd better make the effort. Tina suggests that you could go to Billy Ray's Burgers since he's always hiring, but you're loathed to work in that shithole.\n\nMaybe you should try the Big Jim's Repair Shop, though you don't really want to work for that miserable bastard either.\n\nYour cousin Clem always said you could help him with his Pig Farm, but you're not sure if you want to put up with his wife. You already have to deal with one bitch at home, you don't feel like dealing with one at work too.\n\nSpeaking of which, Tina also suggests that they need a new bouncer at her strip club, Kitty City. Wow, working with your girlfriend, joy joy joy...\n\nOf course there's always odd jobs you could do around the trailer park and pick up metal scraps to sell to the junkyard, the problem there is trying to make enough money doing it to appease Tina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to Billy Ray's" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head to that shithole of a place called Billy Ray's Burgers. The place stinks like a combination of rotting old road kill that's been sitting in the sun for two days and bad flowery air freshener that is failing miserably to cover the previously mentioned smell. The place should've been closed down years ago, but people can't seem to get enough of rat meat. You enter and head for the counter.\n\n\"Hey zit face, where the fuck's that fat ass Billy Ray?\" you shout at some teen working at the register.\n\"Erm I dunno dude.\" he says nervously.\n\"You're fucking more useless than tits on a bull boy! Are you what passes as management material?\"\n\"Mel what the fuck do you want? Stop harassing my employees.\" Billy Ray says coming in. Billy Ray looks like a walking slab of lard that makes up the majority of his own burgers. You have no idea why people want to work for this fat ass so bad, let alone how he even gets jailbait to fawn all over him. Perhaps he has some mutant ability to control people's minds.\n\n\"Gimme a fuckin' job in this shithole!\" you say.\n\"Heh heh! Tina's on your non-working ass again eh? Well you're in luck, I got some positions available, but first you have to fill out these forms. Billy Ray gives you a shitload of paper work to fill out.\n\n\"What?! You fuckin' know me! Why the hell do I have to waste my time filling out stupid ass forms?\"\n\"Rules are rules, Mel.\" Billy Ray says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fill out the forms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly go through the forms. Yeah right like you're going to admit to being convicted of a felony! College? Is he fucking kidding? Two thirds of the fucktards who live in this town are illiterate! What the fuck is a PhD? And if you had one, why the fuck would you be working here? No drinking on the job? What the hell, Billy Ray is usually half plastered himself by noon! You don't even bother to fill them out entirely Billy Ray should know all this shit; he's known you long enough! You got into his office and throw the forms back at Billy.\n\n\"Alright I filled out yer fuckin' forms, NOW what's my job in this shithole?\"\n\"Well normally you'd be working at the register, but with your asshole attitude, you just ain't gonna cut it. In fact I better keep you away from the customers altogether. You can either be a cook or a janitor.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Burger Flipper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine, I'll flip your goddamn rat burgers then!\" you say and head to the kitchen.\n\nYou put some meat substitute on the grill, not even bothering to remove the hair, and begin to flip them. You're actually pretty calm for a total of 2 whole minutes before two of your co-workers start getting on your nerves.\n\n\"So I said to Jed, I don't care if you got a car, I'm still not sure if I want you to do that to me.\"\n\"Did he try that with you too? When we were going out, he always wanted me to do that, so I eventually let him.\"\n\"Really what happened?\"\n\n\"She fucking squealed like a goddamn pig when he fucked her in the ass!\" you shout rudely. \"Jesus fuckin' Christ, will you two little bitches shut the fuck up? This burger flipping is pointless enough without having to listen to you two split tails yammer on about your anal sexcapades!\"\n\nOne of the future welfare mothers of America is very hurt by your remark and runs off crying, the other gets very mad at you.\n\n\"Who the hell do you think you are? I'll get my boyfriend Jed on you! I'm telling Billy!\"\n\nYou ignore her threats, and start spitting in the burgers as a sign of your contempt, soon Billy comes out of his office very mad. \"Peggy Sue here tells me you sexually harassed her.\"\n\"What the fuck? I didn't do shit! I just called her and her friend annoying bitches!\"\n\"That's sexual harassment; you were creating a hostile work environment! You're fired dickhead!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kick his ass" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh fuck you Billy! You're the one getting your half incher sucked by sixteen year old bitches on a regular basis and you call me a fuckin' perv? And you can take this fucking job and shove it up your fat fucking ass! This fucking hairnet's fucking up my mullet anyway!\" you shout and throw it in his face and then kick him in the balls. (At least you think you do, considering all his blobby flesh its hard to tell, but it seems to have the desired effect.) And punch him in the face.\nAs he falls to the ground in pain, his mounds of flesh seem to jiggle in a slow motion type way, some of \"him\" hits the grill and you can smell the cooking of flesh. Mmm smells like bacon!\nWhile Billy screams in pain from his third degree burns, you grab Peggy Sue's tits.\n\"How's THIS for sexual harassment?\" you say and she screams and goes running off. You then go into Billy's office and take the bottle of liquor that he keeps in his desk as worker compensation. Finally, you then take the opportunity to piss on the floor, which clears everyone out of the building pretty fast.\n\nYou get home and watch wrestling, drinking the whole time. Soon Tina comes home and looks at you in dismay, but too tired to argue.\n\n\"Let me guess, you got fired already for being a complete dick to everyone.\" She says.\n\"You know me so well, and that's why I love you baby.\" You say taking another drink." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine, I'll flip your goddamn rat burgers then!\" you say and head to the kitchen.\n\nYou put some meat substitute on the grill, not even bothering to remove the hair, and begin to flip them. You're actually pretty calm for a total of 2 whole minutes before two of your co-workers start getting on your nerves.\n\n\"So I said to Jed, I don't care if you got a car, I'm still not sure if I want you to do that to me.\"\n\"Did he try that with you too? When we were going out, he always wanted me to do that, so I eventually let him.\"\n\"Really what happened?\"\n\n\"She fucking squealed like a goddamn pig when he fucked her in the ass!\" you shout rudely. \"Jesus fuckin' Christ, will you two little bitches shut the fuck up? This burger flipping is pointless enough without having to listen to you two split tails yammer on about your anal sexcapades!\"\n\nOne of the future welfare mothers of America is very hurt by your remark and runs off crying, the other gets very mad at you.\n\n\"Who the hell do you think you are? I'll get my boyfriend Jed on you! I'm telling Billy!\"\n\nYou ignore her threats, and start spitting in the burgers as a sign of your contempt, soon Billy comes out of his office very mad. \"Peggy Sue here tells me you sexually harassed her.\"\n\"What the fuck? I didn't do shit! I just called her and her friend annoying bitches!\"\n\"That's sexual harassment; you were creating a hostile work environment! You're fired dickhead!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You just leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Normally you'd kick his ass, but you're already on probation. Instead you storm out of the building and go slash all his tires before leaving. You stop off at the liquor store and spend what little money you had in your pocket and buy a 24 case of beer and then go home. You then proceed to listen to 80s Hard Rock all day and get shitfaced drunk by the time Tina comes home.\n\"Fuck Mel, can't you go ONE fucking day without getting drunk?\"\n\" (Hic!) I'm not drunk bitch! I'm…I'm…tryin' to… ah fuck it, its all bullshit anyway.\"\n\nYou then pass out head first into the table, creating a nasty gash that you don't even feel. Out of semi-concern for you, Tina pours vodka on it, to make sure it doesn't get infected and goes to bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly go through the forms. Yeah right like you're going to admit to being convicted of a felony! College? Is he fucking kidding? Two thirds of the fucktards who live in this town are illiterate! What the fuck is a PhD? And if you had one, why the fuck would you be working here? No drinking on the job? What the hell, Billy Ray is usually half plastered himself by noon! You don't even bother to fill them out entirely Billy Ray should know all this shit; he's known you long enough! You got into his office and throw the forms back at Billy.\n\n\"Alright I filled out yer fuckin' forms, NOW what's my job in this shithole?\"\n\"Well normally you'd be working at the register, but with your asshole attitude, you just ain't gonna cut it. In fact I better keep you away from the customers altogether. You can either be a cook or a janitor.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mop Boy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine, if I gotta work in this shithole I might as well clean it up!\" you say.\n\"Hmmm well since you feel that way, you can start on the bathrooms.\" Billy says handing you a mop.\n\nYou grab the mop and start cleaning the ladies room first since you know the men's bathroom is going to be disgusting no matter what you do.\n\nIt's relatively uneventful, until a redheaded woman walks in and just stands around watching you, giving you a dirty look.\n\n\"You got a fuckin' problem ya redheaded cunt?\" you ask.\n\"Yeah asshole, I wanna take a fuckin' piss and you're in here!\"\n\"So go take a fuckin' piss bitch! I don't give a fuckin' shit, don't nobody want your freckled ass anyhow!\"\n\"Fuck you, you inbred bastard!\" the woman says, but goes into the stall and closes the door. Soon she immediately comes out screaming with her pants around her ankles exposing everything she didn't want you to see to everyone in the place!\n\n\"Holy shit, her hair was so red it looked like her pussy was on fire.\" You say to yourself, and then you hear something sloshing around in the stall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check it out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cautiously open the stall door. You wish you had your converted Desert Eagle with you right now, but your mop will have to do. SOMETHING splashes filthy water from out of the toilet right in your face causing you to fall to the floor and the door closing.\n\n\"Agh Fuck! Pfft! Shit!\" you say spitting the water out that got in your mouth, Billy waddles his fat ass in.\n\"Hey motherfucker what the hell's going on? Some woman just ran out the place showing everything her momma gave her. Shit, her hair was so red it looked like her pussy was on fire. You tryin' to molest my fuckin' customers? You better not be. I don't need a goddamn lawsuit!\"\n\"No I leave the molesting to your fat greasy ass. She ran out of here because there's something clogging up your toilet, that's as big as my dick. Its probably one your pre-cooked burgers that got away from the rat traps.\"\n\"Stop saying that! I only used rats that one time because the people at the slaughter house were on strike!\" Billy protests.\n\"Yeah, yeah tell it to the health department.\"\n\"Well?\"\n\"Well what?\"\n\"Well aren't you gonna go in there and kill whatever it is?\"\n\"What?! Fuck off; exterminator ain't part of my fuckin' job!\"\n\"It is now!\" Billy insists." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You exterminate whatever's in there" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright fine, but you better be paying more for this.\" You say\n\"Yeah, yeah, whatever I just can't have things attacking my customers in the bathrooms anymore!\" Billy says.\n\"Well, gimme one of your fuckin' cleavers or some shit, I ain't going in there with just a mop!\"\n\nBilly runs off (Well waddles off) and fetches you a meat cleaver.\n\"Yeah, this'll work.\" You say, and then you notice Billy brandishing a .22 pistol.\n\"Motherfucker, I'm the one going in there, why the fuck do YOU have the gun?\"\n\"Because its mine Mel!\"\nYou shake your head and enter the stall, all quiet so far. You take the mop and begin poking it in the toilet, still clutching the cleaver in the other hand. Suddenly the entire toilet breaks apart as a big ass alligator comes up through it biting the head of the mop off in one chomp!\n\nYou fall back through the door breaking it off the hinges and on to the floor again.\n\"HOLY SHIT!\" Billy says and begins firing. Unfortunately the .22 caliber has no real effect on its tough scaly hide.\n\n\"What the fuck are you gonna do with that Bill? Make it mad?\" You say and swing your cleaver at it. It rolls out of the way and slaps you with its long tail, causing you to crash into the mirror. Its eyes hungrily look at Billy's wide load and scampers after him. He fires a couple more times, but is too scared to aim properly. A bullet nicks your ear and buries itself into the wall.\n\"STOP FUCKING FIRING! YOU NEARLY HIT ME, ASSHOLE!\" you shout.\n\"Oh no!\" Billy says sweating and panting heavily, trying to get to the door. It bites his fat ass. \"AGGGGH! Mel, help me! Help me!\"\n\nWhile you're tempted to let it eat Billy, you instead sink your cleaver into head; it twitches a bit and then dies. Billy lies on the ground with a bloody ass; he looks up and thanks you.\n\n\"Oh Mel thank you! You saved my life! Anything you want!\"\n\"Anything I want eh? Three months pay in advance!\"\n\"Done! Here!\" He painfully reaches into his pocket and hands you a wad of money.\n\"Good. Now I quit!\" You pick up the alligator corpse, leave Billy lying on the bathroom floor, and tell the rest of the workers who were standing around outside to call the paramedics for Billy's fat ass.\n\nYou put the alligator body in your truck and drive home. You spend the rest of the day making a pair of boots for Tina. She's very pleased when she gets home to see you brought home money AND a gift for her. That night you don't just get some pussy, you get ALL the pussy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cautiously open the stall door. You wish you had your converted Desert Eagle with you right now, but your mop will have to do. SOMETHING splashes filthy water from out of the toilet right in your face causing you to fall to the floor and the door closing.\n\n\"Agh Fuck! Pfft! Shit!\" you say spitting the water out that got in your mouth, Billy waddles his fat ass in.\n\"Hey motherfucker what the hell's going on? Some woman just ran out the place showing everything her momma gave her. Shit, her hair was so red it looked like her pussy was on fire. You tryin' to molest my fuckin' customers? You better not be. I don't need a goddamn lawsuit!\"\n\"No I leave the molesting to your fat greasy ass. She ran out of here because there's something clogging up your toilet, that's as big as my dick. Its probably one your pre-cooked burgers that got away from the rat traps.\"\n\"Stop saying that! I only used rats that one time because the people at the slaughter house were on strike!\" Billy protests.\n\"Yeah, yeah tell it to the health department.\"\n\"Well?\"\n\"Well what?\"\n\"Well aren't you gonna go in there and kill whatever it is?\"\n\"What?! Fuck off; exterminator ain't part of my fuckin' job!\"\n\"It is now!\" Billy insists." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They don't pay you enough for this shit" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fuck that! You ain't paying me near enough to go killing things living in your toilets! Do it yourself!\"\n\"Dammit Mel, you better do this or you're fired!\"\n\"Is that suppose to fuckin' scare me? Go ahead, I don't give a shit!\"\n\nBefore Billy can tell you that you're fired, the thing that was in the toilet shows itself in an impressive way. A big ass alligator comes out the stall knocking the door off the hinges. It looks at the both of you in hunger, but especially Billy. You and Billy immediately run for the door, you make it first. As you run back into the eating area, you hear Billy scream \"AGGGGH! HELP ME!\" The place has cleared out of customers, and Billy's idiot employees are just standing around with their thumbs up their asses.\n\n\"What's going on?\" one of them asks you, picking his nose.\n\"Goddammit boy are you fuckin' head up with the dumb ass or what? Get me a fucking weapon!\" You say grabbing him by the neck and then throwing him to the ground. Upon hearing this one of the brighter employees throws you a meat cleaver. You catch it with the skill of a juggler and run back in the bathroom, but it's not a good sign that you don't hear Billy anymore.\n\nYou see the alligator ripping into Billy who's lying on the floor in a heap of unrecognizable gore. You don't hesitate; you strike at the gator's head with your cleaver while it's preoccupied. It attempts to attack you in its death throws, but with a couple more chops, it dies. THEN all of Billy's employee's decide to come in. Upon seeing the carnage, a couple of the girls scream and run off, one of the guys gets sick and pukes on your shoes. \"Sonofabitch!\" you shout. When you exit the bathroom, the employees seem to want to know what happens next.\n\n\"So what do we do now?\" another asks.\n\"Well the way I see it, Billy's final wish to us, would be to get worker compensation for working in this dangerous shithole. Namely me.\" You say cleaning out the register.\n\"Shouldn't we call the hospital or something?\"\n\"Oh that, sure I guess. Knock yourself out.\" You say as you go into Billy's office and take his liquor bottles.\n\"Where are you going?\"\n\"Fucker, I'm going home! I did my bit for today!\" you say and leave. You go home and don't even bother washing the disgusting odor of alligator, blood and puke off of you as you get drunk and watch wrestling. Tina notices it right away when she comes home.\n\"Holy fuck Mel! What the shit?\" she says holding her nose.\n\"It's a long story baby, now come over and gimme some head, I've had a hard day at work.\"." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine, if I gotta work in this shithole I might as well clean it up!\" you say.\n\"Hmmm well since you feel that way, you can start on the bathrooms.\" Billy says handing you a mop.\n\nYou grab the mop and start cleaning the ladies room first since you know the men's bathroom is going to be disgusting no matter what you do.\n\nIt's relatively uneventful, until a redheaded woman walks in and just stands around watching you, giving you a dirty look.\n\n\"You got a fuckin' problem ya redheaded cunt?\" you ask.\n\"Yeah asshole, I wanna take a fuckin' piss and you're in here!\"\n\"So go take a fuckin' piss bitch! I don't give a fuckin' shit, don't nobody want your freckled ass anyhow!\"\n\"Fuck you, you inbred bastard!\" the woman says, but goes into the stall and closes the door. Soon she immediately comes out screaming with her pants around her ankles exposing everything she didn't want you to see to everyone in the place!\n\n\"Holy shit, her hair was so red it looked like her pussy was on fire.\" You say to yourself, and then you hear something sloshing around in the stall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave immediately" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Probably just a rat, Billy really needs to get better traps. Exterminator isn't part of your job description, so you leave and prepare yourself to clean the men's bathroom. On your way there, Billy stops you.\n\"Hey Mel, some woman just came running out of that bathroom half ass naked! What the hell did you do?\"\n\"I didn't do shit! She went in the stall to take a piss and then came out screaming, probably got bit in the ass by a rat sloshing around in your toilet!\" you say as customers look in your direction.\nBilly attempts to quiet you down. \"Shhhh! Fuck Mel, you want everyone to hear?\"\n\"Fuck off Billy, everyone knows this place is a health hazard anyway!\"\n\"Fuck you Mel, you're fired!\"\n\nSuddenly a big ass alligator comes crashing through the bathroom door and eyes everyone in the place as potential food. It scampers quickly to the nearest customer and begins to bite into him. \"AGGHH!\" People begin running for the exit\n\n\"Shit! I'm gonna get sued!\" Billy shouts as he goes running into his office.\n\"Dammit, Billy you cowardly fat bastard!\" you say and run and grab a meat cleaver.\nYou swing at the alligator which moves out of the way as it rips some flesh off of the customer it was chewing on. Billy comes out with a .22 pistol and begins firing at it; unfortunately he's so scared he hits one of his employees hiding behind one of the tables!\nThe alligator having a sense of its own survival goes running off out the door while Billy's place is left with a customer clutching his chewed up arm and an employee who's been shot in the leg.\n\n\"Oh no! My place! Awww man! Shit!\" Billy laments\n\"Yep, sucks to be you. Well I'll be going now.\"\n\"What?! You better fuckin' help me clean this shit up!\"\n\"Go fuck yourself fat ass! You fuckin' fired me remember? Now you got injured customers, workers, and a pissed off fired employee. As a matter of fact I'd say you got a big lawsuit on your hands! See ya in court!\" you say leaving while Billy yells obscenities at you.\n\nYou go home and watch Judge Roy Williams in an attempt to study up on your \"legal skills.\" Tina comes home and looks slightly confused to as why you're watching that and not even drunk.\n\"What're you doin'?\"\n\"Investin' in our future baby.\" You say trying to take notes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head to that shithole of a place called Billy Ray's Burgers. The place stinks like a combination of rotting old road kill that's been sitting in the sun for two days and bad flowery air freshener that is failing miserably to cover the previously mentioned smell. The place should've been closed down years ago, but people can't seem to get enough of rat meat. You enter and head for the counter.\n\n\"Hey zit face, where the fuck's that fat ass Billy Ray?\" you shout at some teen working at the register.\n\"Erm I dunno dude.\" he says nervously.\n\"You're fucking more useless than tits on a bull boy! Are you what passes as management material?\"\n\"Mel what the fuck do you want? Stop harassing my employees.\" Billy Ray says coming in. Billy Ray looks like a walking slab of lard that makes up the majority of his own burgers. You have no idea why people want to work for this fat ass so bad, let alone how he even gets jailbait to fawn all over him. Perhaps he has some mutant ability to control people's minds.\n\n\"Gimme a fuckin' job in this shithole!\" you say.\n\"Heh heh! Tina's on your non-working ass again eh? Well you're in luck, I got some positions available, but first you have to fill out these forms. Billy Ray gives you a shitload of paper work to fill out.\n\n\"What?! You fuckin' know me! Why the hell do I have to waste my time filling out stupid ass forms?\"\n\"Rules are rules, Mel.\" Billy Ray says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fuck it and leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't want to even work here in the first place, and now he wants you to fill out fuckin' forms? You don't need this shit. You start to leave, but Billy stops you.\n\n\"Hey look Mel, hold on. I kinda need ya to help me with something.\"\n\"What?\" you say shoving his pork pie hand off of you.\n\"There's some teenagers that come in and cause a bunch of trouble all the time and I'd like you to stick around.\"\n\"Why don't you do something?\"\n\"Cause they're teenagers! I can't lay a finger on them, I'm an adult remember?\"\n\"Billy, you're getting head jobs from 16 year old girls and you're worried about getting into trouble for fighting some punks fucking with your place of business? Interesting set of priorities you got there…\"\n\"Shut up! Look will you help me or not?\"\n\"Oh so it's okay if I get into trouble for kicking their asses?\"\n\"Erm, well I didn't think you'd care or worry about it.\"\n\"I don't, but it's the fuckin' principle of the thing! Why not get the pigs?\"\n\"Erm, no. I don't really like police sniffing around this place.\" Billy says.\n\"Yeah, and I know several reasons why. Alright, how much you willing to pay?\"\n\nBilly offers a large sum of money. He must REALLY want them gone. You accept his offer and stick around. Sure enough, you later see the teenagers he's talking about. You can tell by their shaved heads and Swastikas on their arms. They begin harassing the customers and shouting at the employees to hurry up with their food. You see Billy attempting to hide his wide load behind a corner and look over towards you, hoping you'll do something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You confront them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you go up to their table, one of them immediately begins shouting at your choice in hairstyle. Probably jealous no doubt.\n\n\"Hey you look like a faggot, with all that long hair! Ha Ha!\"\n\"Uh huh, now run along home. The street lights are almost on and you know you have a curfew. After all seeing as your mothers are working the streets at night for their ebony pimp, someone should be looking after the house.\"\n\nAll of 3 of them stand up very angry.\n\"What'd you say motherfucker?\" one asks.\n\"I said all your moms' are a black man's bitch, you skinhead fucks! Didn't they teach you English in Neo-Nazi school, or was that too difficult a concept for you to understand?\" you shout combatively.\n\"You're paying for that asshole!\" one shouts and tries to attack you, but you instinctively counter and slam his head into the table. Another tries to get behind you, but you back kick him and then elbow him in the face. The other one attempts to escape, but you grab his arm, and in doing so you notice his Swastika tattoo starts smearing!\n\n\"You fucking wannabes! You aren't even real skinheads! You fuckers were just trying to act tough! Pathetic!\" you say and throw him into the soda dispensing machine. After shaking off the cobwebs, they run off to lick their wounds.\n\"And don't come back or I'll shove a burning cross up your asses!\"\n\"Erm, that's the Klan, Mel.\" Billy says coming out of hiding.\n\"Whatever, you got my money?\"\n\"Yeah, here you go, but you ruined my soda machine! So I'm docking you one hundred dollars!\"\n\"Figures you'd find some way of not paying me the full amount, ah fuck it. I'm rich! Time to go get liquored up!\"\n\nYou leave and go to the store and stock up on massive quantities beer and pork rinds. You then spend the rest of the day watching pay per view porn. When Tina comes home, you're definitely in the mood for some lovin'. (Plus you just learned a few things you want to try out) Tina's less than enthusiastic to you drunkenly pawing all over her right after she's had a bunch of other drunken idiots try to do the same, but after she sees you actually made some money today, she's a little more willing.\n\nFighting, drinking and fucking. Life is so simple for you…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't want to even work here in the first place, and now he wants you to fill out fuckin' forms? You don't need this shit. You start to leave, but Billy stops you.\n\n\"Hey look Mel, hold on. I kinda need ya to help me with something.\"\n\"What?\" you say shoving his pork pie hand off of you.\n\"There's some teenagers that come in and cause a bunch of trouble all the time and I'd like you to stick around.\"\n\"Why don't you do something?\"\n\"Cause they're teenagers! I can't lay a finger on them, I'm an adult remember?\"\n\"Billy, you're getting head jobs from 16 year old girls and you're worried about getting into trouble for fighting some punks fucking with your place of business? Interesting set of priorities you got there…\"\n\"Shut up! Look will you help me or not?\"\n\"Oh so it's okay if I get into trouble for kicking their asses?\"\n\"Erm, well I didn't think you'd care or worry about it.\"\n\"I don't, but it's the fuckin' principle of the thing! Why not get the pigs?\"\n\"Erm, no. I don't really like police sniffing around this place.\" Billy says.\n\"Yeah, and I know several reasons why. Alright, how much you willing to pay?\"\n\nBilly offers a large sum of money. He must REALLY want them gone. You accept his offer and stick around. Sure enough, you later see the teenagers he's talking about. You can tell by their shaved heads and Swastikas on their arms. They begin harassing the customers and shouting at the employees to hurry up with their food. You see Billy attempting to hide his wide load behind a corner and look over towards you, hoping you'll do something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try something else" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Billy is too much of a coward to do shit, yet he doesn't mind you getting in trouble. Well you want that money, but you're not going to take the risk. At least not directly. You know what to do.\n\n\"Hey guys you want some extra burgers?\" you ask.\nThey seem to be surprised you're asking them so politely, but they accept.\n\"Yeah! And make it quick faggot!\" one of them says.\n\nYou begin making up burgers for them, while Billy wonders what the hell you're doing.\n\"What the hell are you doing Mel?\"\n\"Something YOU should've thought of a long time ago fat ass!\" you say finishing up the burgers, and give them to one of other employees to serve to the skinheads.\n\"Now watch biological warfare at work.\" You say.\nSoon, the skinheads don't feel very well, and start collapsing on the floor, retching and outright puking. You go to stand over them as they moan in pain.\n\n\"Aww, do your tummys' ache? Maybe next time you'll think about making sure the person making your meal isn't putting tainted meat in it! Fucking idiots!\"\n\"Dammit Mel, this doesn't help me! They could sue the place now!\"\n\"Relax, if the health department hasn't shut you down yet, I doubt this little incident is going to cause them to. Hell I'm surprised they didn't get sick from just eating your regular hamburgers! Where's my money?\"\n\"Well alright, but help me drag them out of here.\" Billy says handing you the money.\n\"Get your minions to do it for you, I don't work here!\" you say and leave.\n\nYou go buy the \"top shelf\" wine, get drunk and proceed to practice shooting at broken furniture lying outside your trailer until Tina comes home.\n\n\"Well I see you're in your usual state of drunkenness. Did you actually work at Billy's today?\"\n\"See for yourself (hic!)\" you say and throw a wad of money on the ground. As Tina bends over to pick it up, you take advantage of the situation and her position.\n\"Oh fuck yeah!\" you shout in the middle of the act and fire your pistol up in the air several times.\n\nThe next day you and Tina are the topic of discussion in the entire trailer park." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have no desire to go get a job, but you decide you'd better make the effort. Tina suggests that you could go to Billy Ray's Burgers since he's always hiring, but you're loathed to work in that shithole.\n\nMaybe you should try the Big Jim's Repair Shop, though you don't really want to work for that miserable bastard either.\n\nYour cousin Clem always said you could help him with his Pig Farm, but you're not sure if you want to put up with his wife. You already have to deal with one bitch at home, you don't feel like dealing with one at work too.\n\nSpeaking of which, Tina also suggests that they need a new bouncer at her strip club, Kitty City. Wow, working with your girlfriend, joy joy joy...\n\nOf course there's always odd jobs you could do around the trailer park and pick up metal scraps to sell to the junkyard, the problem there is trying to make enough money doing it to appease Tina." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Serious" ]

[ 49, 60, 65, 38, 18, 6, 3, 8 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: fantasy\nTheme: Serious\nDescription: Gaius, now a God, attempts to avenge his mother's death from his own father, Zeus. What he didn't realized is that making war with the lord of the Gods is not as easy as one would expect. Can he take on all of them on his own? Find out in the second installment of Overthrown!\nSo, same drill, this storygame is more of a story than a game, so please rate as a story instead of a game. And, just for your information, I'm still trying to get used to the editor and this story writing process, so please bear with me. All comments are appreciated, especially the negative ones so I can make a better Part 3, which as of right now will probably have the conclusion. . .\nSomething new about the part 2 are hidden battles. In the first part your choices don't matter that much which made the story very linear. In the part 2, I tried to make the story a little bit wider in terms of range by having different kinds of battles between your choices. BEWARE some choices you make can lead to awesome battles which also mean some choices you make can lead to no awesome battles... the point is you should try going back and choosing every option to see all the incredible battles I've stored for you.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alright, let me, ramerman/author, start this one with a few words.\n\nIf you're reading this and haven't played the first part of Overthrown (which is really stupid), then I order you to read that one first. The story won't make any sense at all if you don't read the first one. And, like the first one, this won't be a game but more of a story.\n\nI try to make these stories so even if you know nothing about Greek Mythology, which this story is based on, you can still have fun with this. Please rate and comment about the positive and negative things you find after reading the story, so I could create a better part 3!\n\nPart 2 is a little bit inclined towards choosing your own decisions. In the first part you would choose a decision and it wouldn't make much difference, and I tried to change that here in part 2. Though the story is still linear, with only one ending, the choices you make would affect the story more. Because of this, you might want to replay the story because you might miss out on awesome battles! Again, please tell me what you think!\n\nSo, without further ado, I present to you, Overthrown Part 2: A World Without a King." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To Tartarus" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The winds felt good as they crash on my face. From someone else's sight, my body would've looked like a meteor hurtling towards the ocean.\n\nAbout six months ago, I was just a confused mortal. I didn't even know the purpose in my existance much less how to save mortal lives that are important to me.\n\nNow, I'm not a mere mortal anymore. I'm a God.\n\nI'm Gaius, the unknown God. My own father, Zeus, granted me powers in unheard of portions so that I was able to kill his enemies for him. Now, I know nothing else and follow nothing else except one purpose for my life: to avenge my mother, my home, and kill my father Zeus, Lord of the Skies and King of the Gods. He has given me everything that I wanted and has taken from me everything that I had. With all the power in the world and nothing else left for you, what would you have done?\n\nI spent a full month recovering from my battle with Typhon before setting off on my current journey. During those times, I wondered how to kill a God, possibly the most powerful God out of them all. I found the answer, hence my current descent towards the earth at inhuman speeds.\n\nI hardly felt the opposite force when my falling body hit the salty waters in the ocean. Though a normal human would've died in the collision, my speed didn't even slow down after the impact.\n\nAs I went deeper, the colors of the water turned to a darker shade of blue until I can hardly see anything. Then, after minutes of blind descent, I swam through black waters, through nothing.\n\nThough blind by the darkness of the deep, I felt the ground below me and slowed down my speed. Where I'm at is not underwater at all; it's like an entirely new place. I stood on a dark surface of a rock floor.\n\nIn front of me loomed a dark hole on the ground. The hole was an even darker shade of black which permitted my eyes to see it even when one wouldn't expect anything to be darker than its immediate surroundings.\n\nIn front of me was the bottomless pit of Tartarus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What are you waiting for? Dive right in!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tartarus was dark. Even with my newfound powers, I actually felt a little hesitant \"swimming\" through it. Now, to be more precise, Tartarus is not like land on earth nor water in the ocean. In this place, darkness is an actual thing you can touch, like swimming through something solid.\n\nI feel the power that is so old and so ancient, I shuddered to think who or what could be the source of it.\n\nHere it comes, I'm losing it. Everyone, even the Gods, are afraid to even set foot in Tartarus because it's basically the Prison of the Gods. This is the place where the most powerful and the most evil villains in Greek history are kept. I knew one wrong move and it wouldn't even matter if I'm a God. . . I will die.\n\nI concentrated. I thought of my mother, dying in my arms. I thought of King Percix, whose body probably disintegrated along with the others in my village. I thought of the moment I told Zeus that I accept whatever sacrifice he asks. I collected all my anger and all my fear, and used it to create a wall of thirst and determination in my mind. With it, I was able to push through.\n\nWith eyes closed, I swam through, knowing that opening them wouldn't even matter. I concentrated on one name inside my head, the one name that I was seeking for in the first place. That's when I felt a pulling force leading me towards a place with dim light.\n\nI followed the force, obediently, and I hated every second of it. Here I am, with almost unlimited powers, and yet I'm still not the one in control.\n\nMy eyes had to adjust to the weak light that swallowed up the darkness. When my vision cleared, I was standing at a prison cell. There are no source of light anywhere. The pale light comes from the bronze walls that enclosed the cell. Looking up, I found out that the ceiling is too high to be seen. There's nothing else in the room except for the chained figure in front of me.\n\nWith chains as thick as a whale's body, a giant, hunched-over humanoid figure stood in front of me. I've met Gods before, and this one was only slightly different. His presence sends out an old aura; an aura that was probably as ancient as the creation of the world.\n\nI tried to unsheathe my sword, which slung sheathed along my back, but I was forced to stop. A force was preventing me from moving. It was like time was being controlled to do someone's bidding. After some struggles, I came to find out that the force is not as solid as one would think. Imagine a group of men trying to hold your body down instead of invisible chains totally binding you from moving. You can fight the force, the changing with the time.\n\nI wasn't as nearly surprised because it would make sense. The whole time magic thing is a signature by none other than the legendary Titan Kronos, the Lord of Time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Ask THE question, aggressively" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I flexed my muscles and felt the force break around me like glass shattering. In one fluid motion, my sword was pointed at Kronos.\n\n\"You will answer my question, Kronos, or suffer the same fate as your brother, Typhon,\" I said staring at Kronos intently and studying him, in case I had no choice but to beat the answer out of him. He looked pathetic compared to Typhon. I would guess it's because Kronos was supposedly dismembered before being locked away here in Tartarus.\n\nI came to Tartarus to seek the help of Kronos on how to defeat the Gods. Who else would know more than Zeus's own father about killing his own son; the son who overthrew his own father to become the King of the World, sliced him to pieces, and locked him up here. I figured I have a good chance with completing this task easily because Zeus and Kronos's relationship is as good as me and my own father's.\n\n\"How can I defeat your son, Zeus?\" I asked.\n\nThe figure didn't move a muscle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You slash him with your sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't expect the situation to turn out like this but I had no choice. As fast as a lightning bolt, I climbed up Krono's body, slashing at every bit of flesh that wasn't already covered in wounds. I hacked and slashed, down his legs, then up his shoulder, waiting for a response from him.\n\nWithin minutes, Ichor, the golden blood of immortals, glistened and gushed out of all the wounds that scattered across Kronos's body. Though there was still no movement that escaped from the titan, I sensed a faint sound that is coming out of his lips.\n\nA low whimper. The powerful titan is quietly crying in pain.\n\nI almost felt bad but suddenly the low whimper turned to a loud, vicious growl. \"Curse you, son of Zeus! You have successfully killed my brother and now you're here adding to my endless torment,\" Kronos said, with voice that probably sounded really horrifying before but is now reduced to nothing short of a weakened moan.\n\nAll the pity that I felt for the titan turned to disgust and embarassment. \"I can't believe Zeus has broken you!\" I scolded, \"In the old stories, you would device ingenious plans to try and get revenge from your son. Now, I'm here asking for your aid so that I can defeat that very same son and you do nothing but cry and whine.\" I ended my speech with a quick stab at his leg.\n\nKronos howled in pain.\n\nI felt the same forces that I felt earlier trying to disable my movements again, but I broke through them like they're nothing. I concentrated then shot a powerful lightning bolt from my fingers which hit the titan square in the chest. This was the last that he would take from me.\n\n\"Stop this madness! I'll tell you what you need to know,\" Kronos pleaded, \"Just stop hurting me!\"\n\nI obeyed and stopped, waiting for the answer I've been longing for.\n\n\"Consider yourself lucky that these chains bind me and weaken my powers. If it weren't for them, you would be dead right now,\" Kronos sighed.\n\nFor a moment, I felt curious and somewhat tempted to release him from his shackles. Surely, he couldn't be more powerful than Typhon and I handled Typhon easily. Then, I imagined the time control ability he had and blew it up ten times stronger. I saw myself standing like a statue while Kronos prepared to strike; his ability could give him a little edge when he's unleashed.\n\nI striked him again, with a sinister smile on my face. \"Do not speak unless you speak of the answer I want. Refuse to tell me the answer and I would cut off your tounge so you will never speak again,\" I said.\n\nGritting his teeth, he said, \"There's a very rare creature called the Ophiotaurus. They say that killing it and burning its entrails would give its killer the power to kill the Gods. I have no further knowledge about it but the moment I break free, hunting the Ophiotaurus would be the first thing I'd do.\"\n\nI looked back towards the dark door I came from and started walking. I didn't listen to Kronos while he said, \"Alone. . . you will. . . not. . .\" the rest of his words were drowned out when darkness swallowed my form again. Then I made my way back to the surface." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hunt for the Ophiotaurus" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wind felt good on my skin as I took in my first breath of fresh air in a little while. I hovered about ten feet above the sea, and now wonders where to go now that I'm stuck in this crossroad.\n\nI have never heard of the Ophiotaurus in my life. My mother would tell me all the stories about the Greek Gods, and the heroes, and the monsters, but she never mentioned anything about a monster possessing the powers enough to defeat the Gods. And according to Kronos, I have to find a way to kill this all-powerful Ophiotaurus and sacrifice it to gain the power.\n\nIn my head, I couldn't even picture anything that could have that power. To capture this beast, I will need some help.\n\nIf this beast has the power to kill Gods, me alone, me a God, might not have a chance. I need to find the strongest warrior in the land to help me tame the elusive beast.\n\nAnother problem popped in my head. Kronos didn't know where I could start looking for the monster. I remembered Chiron teaching me all I need to know about hunting even the monsters that no man would look for. But, one would think, the best of all the hunters would have looked for the Ophiotaurus already and no one found it. In this problem, I would need another person.\n\nI would have to find the greatest hunter in these lands and convince him or her to help me. I realized that I wouldn't be able to get my revenge without the help of others.\n\nWho should I look for first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without the hunter, you would never even find the Ophiotaurus. Find the greatest hunter in these lands!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A couple months have passed since my journey to Tartarus, and now I went down on all fours once again trying to see the tracks of the monster that I'm hunting. There were scattered feathers, too, which means this could be the one that I need.\n\nI asked for information from a nearby town about my hunter right after I went out from Tartarus. They told of a hunter so powerful, sometimes one might mistake her for the Goddess of the Hunt herself, Artemis. She hunts in these parts of the forest but not many has seen her at all. I figured hunting the most powerful monsters in the forest might lead me to her, eventually. And, that I did.\n\nThe forest ceiling didn't allow much sunlight to stream through it so the forest looked dark. Everywhere I turned there were shrubbery and plantlife. The place was quiet except for the soft breeze and the occasional insect calling out to each other. I inhaled the fresh wildlife air and was immediately filled with memories of training under Chiron, the centaur.\n\nMany times, he would thrust me inside an unfamiliar forest with nothing except the cloth in my back and tells me to survive off nature. He would leave me there for a full month at most and when he comes back, we continued to train, never stopping. The forest floor felt vaguely familiar in my feet, partly because I've probably stepped on forest floors longer than the floors of my own home.\n\nConcentrating back to what I was doing, I saw tracks that led northwards and followed them. Following the tracks, I saw some footprints but not human footprints. The footprints are not different from a bird's.\n\nSuddenly, I heard some faint rustling to my left. This noise could've been anything but the fact that whatever made it tried to hide it, held my attention. I can tell because Chiron had taught me how to hide my own noises inside a forest. Maybe another form of monster is hunting this same monster I'm hunting. . . Or if my luck improves, maybe it's the hunter that I'm looking for.\n\nI pretended not to hear the rustling so as not to startle whatever it is that's out there and continued following the tracks under me. The tracks led me to a small river where the ugliest creature I've ever seen drank.\n\nIt was a bird which had a human head, a lady's head. The harpy stood at just about the same height as me. From where I was hiding, I guessed it had a wingspan of just the same length as its height. It drank carefully from the river. I sensed its natural alertness as it made no noise and seemed to listen to every other noise in the forest.\n\nBewildered by what I was seeing, I didn't notice another figure sneaking her way beside me. I almost jumped but she held me down and put a hand over my mouth.\n\n\"Don't make any noise,\" she whispered, \"This might be my only chance of catching this thing.\"\n\nShe had bright green eyes that jumped out off her dark tanned skin. Her eyes never left the harpy as if she's trying to subdue it by sheer willpower. Her brown hair was parted from her face almost concealing a long bow and a quiver full of arrows that hung across her back. She wore dirty green clothing like she's been inside a forest her whole life.\n\nCarefully and silently, she started to grab her bow. She succeeded in making no noise then she started notching an arrow and aiming right at the harpy.\n\nThen, out of nowhere, a twig broke underneath my feet. With the silence of the forest, it sounded like thunder.\n\nStartled, the harpy looked right at our direction and prepared to take flight.\n\nThe brown-haired girl let loose her arrow but the harpy was already in the air. The arrow stuck to the bird's leg and the harpy let out a painful squawk. Looking more closely, I saw a thin string attached to the arrow. She hooked onto the harpy.\n\n\"Curse you,\" she yelled at me. The string tugged and then dragged her off her feet in the air. They continued to rise towards the sunlit skies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fly after her!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I took a deep breath and shot myself up towards the fleeing harpy and its \"hunter.\" The brown-haired girl is now almost at the top of her string, within an arm's distance away from the harpy's body. I watched as she pulled out her knife. She tried to stab it but the jerky flying motions disabled her from moving.\n\nI saw what I needed to do and flew towards the harpy. I got on its back and held on for dear life. It tried to bite my skin but my godly powers prevented her from making any wounds.\n\nWith me holding down its wings, our flight eased up. Seizing the opportunity, the hunter girl stabbed at the harpy multiple times. Dark red fountains gushed out from where she stabbed.\n\nWhen I felt no more movements coming from the harpy, I let go. Then, I realized my mistake.\n\nThe fight became so insane that I didn't notice we were about 50 feet in the air. When I let go of the dead monster, the hunter girl screamed as she fell with the corpse.\n\nWith a groan, I shot towards her flailing body and managed to catch her. We reached the ground before the corpse did and it landed with a thump!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine the damage" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I set the girl down beside me and dusted myself off. The harpy's corpse fell down just five steps to the right of us.\n\n\"Well, you're welcome, I guess,\" I said calmly to the girl.\n\nThe brown-haired hunter stopped her shaking, realizing the insult in my words. She stood up and dusted herself off. \"You're welcome? If it hadn't been for you, I could've killed the beast without being 50 feet in the air!\" she exclaimed with a clearly angered voice.\n\nI was going to argue but then she looked for the corpse and then made towards it. Trying to hide my anger, I followed her.\n\n\"Why were you hunting the harpy anyway?\" she asked me without looking up from skinning the corpse.\n\n\"Who said I was trying to kill it?\" I answered with a question, which was very unlike me, \"Maybe, I was just trying to get close to it.\"\n\nI knelt right by her and watched what she was doing. She skinned the harpy expertly and within seconds had the pelt ready for tinning. I asked her why she was hunting the same monster and scolded myself for the stupidity of the question. She told me she was hungry and needed something to sell for food, gesturing for the harpy pelt.\n\n\"What's your name?\" I asked.\n\n\"My mother called me Saria,\" she said, hesitantly.\n\nI felt a great burden being lifted off my shoulders. It was her. Saria, the legendary huntress who hunts the monster no man would dare hunt.\n\n\"Well, Saria, seeing your prowess in battle, first hand, would you care to help me in my quest?\" I asked her, unknowingly extending my hand towards her.\n\n\"What quest?\" she asked.\n\nI told her about my quest to hunt the Ophiotaurus. With clear interest about the infamous, elusive beast, she agreed with almost an excited voice.\n\nWe shook hands and left the forest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for your warrior" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saria and I went to a village nearby and sold the harpy skin she acquired. It didn't sold much partly because Saria was a terrible haggler. Everytime one of our potential customers tried to haggle low, she would take out her knife and place it by the customer's throat. She was lucky I was there to stop her from killing almost everyone. Then I wondered, how did she survived living off hunting without me?\n\nThought it didn't sold much, she was able to buy a good amount of food. Hesitantly, she allowed me to have some while we made our way out of the village.\n\n\"First of all, I want to thank you,\" I said, munching on an apple, \"For joining me on my quest.\"\n\n\"It's been a long time since I've been with people,\" she answered, not looking at me, \"Mostly, because they're boring. But, because you have a quest in mind, I hope going along with you won't be as boring. Your quest won't be boring will it?\"\n\nA low chuckle escaped my mouth. If she only knew. . .\n\n\"Before we could go on, we need another sword to help out. And, when I say sword, I don't mean just any warrior. I mean the greatest warrior there is. Don't get me wrong, as you saw in the forest, I possess a decent amount of power. But, this thing we're going to hunt is nothing like you've ever hunted or fought before,\" I said, changing the subject.\n\nHer eyes opened wide with surprise.\n\nShe cleared her throat then said, \"If we're looking for the greatest warrior there is, then you asked the right person. There's a village named Tedgora, just two days walk from here, where a young warrior was said to be unbeatable in combat.\"\n\n\"An unbeatable warrior?\" I asked, \"Maybe I should give sparring with him a try.\" The thought of the most powerful fighter in the lands intrigued me, mostly because I want to find out how I would compare to him.\n\n\"They said that he bathe in the River Styx and bear the Curse of Achilles,\" she continued, \"And, he's a demigod. Maybe you know his father, the God of War, Ares.\"\n\nShe looked at me and then a flash of surprise crossed her face. Then, I realized I was grinning like a mad man. I can't help myself. The thought of someone having this much power, almost just like me, I can't wait to fight him.\n\n\"Well, what are we waiting for?\" I asked, the grin still present in my face, \"To Tedgora it is!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "To Tedgora" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We completed the journey in one day because of my excitement over this warrior. I stood on a hill over looking Tedgora and what I saw made my blood boil.\n\nA giant two-headed dog was attacking the village. It had black fur and saliva pouring down its mouth. This monster was so big that he could pass as Kronos's dog. Smoke was billowing from a great number of buildings that were being destroyed by the dog. Everytime the dog turned into another direction, ten more building were destroyed.\n\nI steeled my nerves. This is the worst time to panic. I calculated everything that I should do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You carry Saria with you and fly into the village" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Quick, hand me one of those strings that you use,\" I said, holding out my hand to Saria.\n\nShe saw what was happening to the village and quickly pulled out a string from her pocket. She handed the string to me and I flew.\n\nThe plan is to get Saria closer to the beast, but not too close, so she can attack from a long distance. I flew about 20 feet upwards and, after making sure Saria was also safely above the ground, I hurled myself towards the village and the monster. It felt good to fly, feeling the winds buffeting my face.\n\nLooking back, I saw Saria already aiming an arrow straight at the giant dog. She fired and hit one of the monster's face in the nose.\n\nI gave her the signal, and threw her towards the tall walls of the village. Being a hunter, she expertly landed on her feet. She notched three arrows at once then fired at the giant dog again, this time hitting it by the other nose.\n\nEnraged, the dog started running towards Saria, whose too busy trying to notch arrows on her bow.\n\nFocusing on the winds, I blasted across the sky and hit the dog right between its heads. The mid-air tackle sent it flying about ten feet backwards.\n\nIt didn't took long to recover though and was back on its feet in no time. Slowly then gaining more speed, it started to run towards us again.\n\nAn arrow sprouted from one of its four eyes, effectively blinding it and slowing it for a moment.\n\nThen, suddenly, the dog stopped and roared in pain. It turned around and I saw why. Its tail was replaced by a cleanly-cut, bloody stub that sprouted behind it. I guessed, it was looking for the one responsible and turned its attention away from us.\n\nI was about to hurl a lightning bolt at it when a voice yelled, \"WHO ARE YOU?\"\n\nI looked around and saw a well-muscled young man clad in leather armor below me. He was about the same age as me though he looked a lot taller and darker. In his hands was the biggest two-handed sword I have ever seen.\n\nAs I reach the ground, he ran towards me and said, \"I would really appreciate it if you would help me vanquish this monstrosity away from my town.\"\n\nWith a nod, we faced the monster whose now standing right in front of us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Two-Headed Dog" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I started concentrating at the winds while the warrior charged at it. Successfully, I was able to create a tornado that enveloped the giant dog. The winds buffeted and distracted it which allowed the warrior to create a huge gash right below its heads.\n\nConcentrating harder, my tornado started producing a hundred lightning bolts within it. The bolts hit the dog countless times and wherever they hit, deep wounds appeared around the dog's body. The effort this attack required started distinguishing most of my energy though. I couldn't run or even walk a step from where I was.\n\nI watched as arrows started raining down on the dog and said a silent thanks to Saria. The dog was completely disabled of any kind of movement or chances to counterattack.\n\nThe warrior wielded his giant sword like I wield a small stick. Slash after slash, with the help of Saria and me, we forced the dog down. Both of its heads roared in the scorching pain and probably regretted choosing this village as its breakfast, which it should.\n\nThe warrior finished it all off with a powerful stab right under the dog. With a last howl, the giant dog feel on the warrior, making him disappear from sight.\n\nWithin the silence, I heard Saria making her way towards me, smiling.\n\n\"That giant monster won't be bothering any villages anymore,\" she said.\n\nHer words were drowned out by the sudden noise that came from the dog's corpse. The warrior managed to get the giant corpse off of him with on powerful kick.\n\nAfter placing his unexpectedly clean giant sword on his back, he made his way towards us.\n\nGasping for air he said, \"Thank you. My name is Anasimos, Son of Ares and Protector of this village, Tedgora. Don't worry I already know who you are, Gaius, Son of Zeus and Slayer of Typhon, and Saria, the legendary hunter whose name is known by everyone in the lands. You prowess in combat are truly amazing.\"\n\n\"It seems your village will be safe for a while,\" I said, \"Why don't you and us talk for a while.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Win" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anasimos refused to join me and Saria on my quest. He reasoned that no one would protect Tedgora from further danger if he leaves.\n\nI asked him to spar with me just for the fun of it. The fight was one decisively by me. The most powerful demigod is just no match for a God, like myself. It ended with my sword inches away from the warrior's face. He was so dazed and tired from the previous battle that I didn't even have to hit him as much as I expected.\n\nConvinced that there was no way Anasimos would join us, Saria and I started to leave.\n\nThen, Anasimos decided to do the unexpected. He knelt right before me and asked, \"Who taught you how to fight like that? Never you mind, would you teach me? Would you teach me how to further my knowledge in fighting under you wing?\"\n\nI thought about the options and decided to accept him as my student. Mostly because that would mean he would come with us after all.\n\nHe stood up, dusted himself off, and said, \"Thank you, I will never let you down, Master!\"\n\n\"I will teach you everything I know, in one condition,\" I said, \"Never call me Master.\"\n\nAnd with that, we continued my journey of revenge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hunt for the Ophiotaurus" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The monster we'll be hunting is said to have the power to destroy the Gods,\" I said.\n\nAnasimos's and Saria's eyes turned scared for a moment then became anticipating. We have traveled a long way since I've met both of them. We stand on the sandy, wet floor of a beach. The sky is a black cloth strewn across the world with nothing on it but the brilliance of the silver moon, Artemis's chariot making its nightly journey across the night sky.\n\nThe waves swept up our footprints as fast as we make them. My godly feet sink through the sand like the Earth is purposely trying to slow me down. Memories of my battle with a certain son of the Earth started flooding my mind. The air stunk of salty sea breeze and sea weed that it almost made my eyes tear up. It seemed like Poseidon is not being very friendly with me today.\n\n\"The Ophiotaurus? The only monster that has never been found by anyone?\" Saria asked, clearly she know a thing or two about the elusive beast.\n\n\"You know of the beast?\" I asked.\n\n\"Well, it's only the most prominent monsters out there that every hunter I know would kill to find,\" Saria answered, \"They said its as long as the smallest dragon and that it has the head of a cow and the body of a serpent. It makes its living in Poseidon's empire, deep under the ocean. For years, hunters have tried to find it but nothing is as harder it seemed.\"\n\nI took a moment to think. Probably the most powerful fishermen and hunters have already worked together to catch the Ophiotaurus. This just proves how difficulty the task could become. But, a small combination of powers between a God, the most powerful demigod, and the most powerful hunter might have a better chance of succeeding. I let a smile crawl across my face as I started to realize the inevitability of our quest. The inevitability that we will be the first once to catch the beast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You execute your plan" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The salty winds were not a little bit less pleasant as they slam on to my face at a hundred miles per hour. I felt Saria's string tug a little from my hands and I looked back after making sure it was our signal. She was dangling from her string by her left arm. Her face had nothing else except determination and concentration. In her right arm, she had her bow and another string which held Anasimos. Out of the three of us, he looked the worst. It wasn't hard to figure that he has a distinct distaste for flights that scale about 5 feet above the ocean.\n\nLooking down at the salty waters, I saw why Saria gave her signal. The Ophiotaurus giant long body was swimming right under us.\n\nI sighed in relief. It has been two months of nonstop flying and searching over the waters like our current situation, and it hasn't gotten any easier the more we did it. With the extra weight trailing behind me, my powers over the winds as a God was greatly and continously tested. I raised my hand and pointed my thumb down, the signal to prepare for battle.\n\nWith one powerful heave, I pulled both my passengers in front of me, almost like a slingshot. Anasimos, using some of the force from the push, dove straight for the Ophiotaurus. Now, that the weight was lighter, I was able to hurl Saria high up into the skies.\n\nWith my godly speeds, I dove straight to the ocean, following Anasimos. I didn't have much time to see everything as this is all happening in manner of seconds. I saw Anasimos helding on for dear life on the Ophiotaurus's tail, slowing it down. I pulled out my sword and brought it down the struggling monster's long body. Quickly, I picked up the monster's dead corpse, caught Saria, and flew straight towards the land." } ]

[ "Horror", "Serious" ]

[ 282, 194, 230, 228, 102, 79, 55, 165 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of modern, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Horror, Serious\"\n\n\n\"Emotions can be wonderful or dangerous...\nAdditional Notes:\nThis story has a few bits that are probably a bit on the disturbing side. Not many, but they are there in places. So if you don't like that sort of thing, you probably shouldn't read it.\nThis story in general is probably a bit odd and less verbose than most of my other stories. There are also several endings varying in degrees of good/bad/neutral outcomes. While there are some endings better than others, this is basically just the tale of a teenager who definitely has some issues.\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its another day and you feel nothing...\n\nYou're 18 years old and very socially inept. Naturally you're not popular in high school, you're not even worthy to be routinely picked on. This isn't to say you aren't at all, but most people just find you very creepy and stay away from you. You're mom's strict upbringing has made you very emotionally detached and repressed. At this point you barely feel any kind of emotions at all.\n\nMaybe that changes today.\n\nYour Mom is calling you down to eat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go downstairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head downstairs, like you always do. No point in breaking tradition.\n\nWhen you get downstairs your Mom is arguing with your 17 year old sister as usual. She isn't like you at all, she's popular for one thing, but then again being a very pretty and extroverted will do that for a person.\n\nShe's a bit of a wild child though which your domineering mother can't stand. You wonder why your sister acts the way she does, Mom's just trying to look out for her.\n\nThey're really arguing today." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sit down, eat and stay out of it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit and eat your breakfast quietly while the two argue as usual. It doesn't involve you, so why get into it?\n\n\"You little fucking whore! You keep staying out all night, and you can just forget about living under my roof! Go fucking sleep in the street with the rest of the sluts!\"\n\n\"Oh go fuck yourself Mom! You're just mad because you're a fucking bitter old harpy with nobody in your fucking life!\"\n\"Why you fucking little bitch!\" your Mom says and slaps your sister across the face.\n\nYour sister holds her face and shuts up. She picks up her school stuff and heads toward the door, before exiting she says one last thing, before slamming the door.\n\n\"Don't worry Mom, I'm not staying in this fucking house another day!\"\n\nYou finish up your breakfast, your Mom doesn't even acknowledge you're there, she leaves the kitchen in a huff rather quickly.\n\nShe must be really pissed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Head to school" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mom's strong, she doesn't need you checking up on her. You head to school as normal. What else would you do?\n\nYou get to school just in time for you to see Henry the school bully kicking the hell out of your \"friend\" Aaron. Aaron isn't so much your friend in that he's such a social reject that you're the only one who doesn't treat him like a leper, so he's attached himself to you. Of course you could really care less about him. Sometimes you wish he'd leave you alone, since he only makes you stand out more, when all you want to do is blend into the background.\n\n\"Get the fuck up you faggot!\" Henry shouts abusively at Aaron while kicking him gleefully.\nAaron looks at you in the hopes that you'll help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to class" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its between Henry and Aaron. Why get involved? Henry would just draw his attention to you, and you have no desire for that.\n\nYou go to your classes as usual and do your work again as usual. In your computer class you see Jessica. She's one of your sister's friends, but isn't as wild as most of them. Doesn't stop her from being a normal teenager though, assuming you had any idea of what normal is. You don't know what it is about her, but she stirs some kind of feeling inside you. She doesn't really know you at all, other than you're Mary's \"creepy\" brother.\n\nShe looks like she's having difficulty with today's computer lesson." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue with your work" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She's never made any effort to talk to you, so you don't feel the overwhelming need to talk to her. You continue with your work until that class is over.\n\nLunch time comes around, you expect Aaron to come sit next to you, but he's nowhere to be seen. You wonder if Henry beat him up so bad he had to go home.\n\nAs you sit by yourself eating quietly, you overhear Butch at the next table.\n\n\"Yeah that fucking bitch sucked my dick last night! Haw Haw!\"\n\nButch is your sister's jock boyfriend, even though they're constantly breaking up and making up. The break ups are mainly due to him cheating on her all the time, but she always ends up forgiving him. You don't know why, even you think your sister could do way better.\n\nRight now Butch is bragging to his buddies about his latest conquest, which apparently wasn't your sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You finish eating and go to class" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your sister is aware of Butch's infidelity, its up to her to leave him. What good would it do to confront him? After all it isn't really your concern.\n\nYou finish eating and head back to class. On your way there, you pass Henry. Normally Henry doesn't bother with you, save the occasional name calling, but he's looking for a fight.\n\n\"Hey dickhead! I saw you looking at me kicking that faggot Aaron's ass! I know you two fucking butt boys hang out, aren't you pissed off that I kicked your boyfriend's ass?\" Henry says getting in your face and pushing you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ignore him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step aside and walk around him. Henry's a little surprised.\n\n\"Hey faggot, I'm talking to you bitch!\" he shouts as you continue to ignore him. Henry hits you in the back of the head with a thrown pencil which you continue to ignore. Sensing his actions aren't getting the desired effect, he stops harassing you.\n\"Fuck this creepy faggot.\" Henry mutters to himself and goes in search of different prey.\n\nYou attend the last of your classes and then leave the school. You run into your sister outside. She walks up to talk to you.\n\n\"Hey, I'm gonna stay with Butch tonight, and I think I might just stay over there permanently, his parents all cool enough to let me stay there. I'll be moving all my stuff out a little bit at a time, but I'll try to be quick, so you can tell that controlling bitch that she won't have to deal with me anymore.\"\n\nWow, your sister wasn't joking about moving out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell her you'll relay the message to Mom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You nod and say okay unemotionally. Your sister looks at you a little worried.\n\n\"You know, you should get out of that house too. I mean look at what Mom has done to you. You're a fucking emotionless robot! You just do everything Mom tells you. Is that really how you want to go through life?\"\n\nYou don't say anything.\n\n\"Look, take care of yourself and remember that you don't need to do everything that Mom says.\"\n\nShe hugs you goodbye and leaves.\n\nYou head back home and when Mom comes back home from work you explain what happened to your sister. Your Mom looks angry, but also relieved, almost as if having her out of the house is a blessing.\n\n\"Good, that little disobedient bitch can stay gone then. Well what are you doing still standing around for? You know you have work to do around the house!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You do as Mom says" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You do some cleaning and other chores, then you go up to your room and occupy your time until your Mom tells you to go to sleep, which you comply. You go to sleep until morning, then you wake up.\n\nIts another day and you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You nod and say okay unemotionally. Your sister looks at you a little worried.\n\n\"You know, you should get out of that house too. I mean look at what Mom has done to you. You're a fucking emotionless robot! You just do everything Mom tells you. Is that really how you want to go through life?\"\n\nYou don't say anything.\n\n\"Look, take care of yourself and remember that you don't need to do everything that Mom says.\"\n\nShe hugs you goodbye and leaves.\n\nYou head back home and when Mom comes back home from work you explain what happened to your sister. Your Mom looks angry, but also relieved, almost as if having her out of the house is a blessing.\n\n\"Good, that little disobedient bitch can stay gone then. Well what are you doing still standing around for? You know you have work to do around the house!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Disobey Mom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell her no.\n\nShe slaps you. \"What was that?\"\n\nYou don't make anymore trouble, and do what you're told. Your sister's advice only got you punished, and what has her rebellious nature gotten her? She's been kicked out of the house. No, rules are made to be followed. To disobey invites punishment. You go to bed remembering that fact of life.\n\nAnother day arrives, and you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step aside and walk around him. Henry's a little surprised.\n\n\"Hey faggot, I'm talking to you bitch!\" he shouts as you continue to ignore him. Henry hits you in the back of the head with a thrown pencil which you continue to ignore. Sensing his actions aren't getting the desired effect, he stops harassing you.\n\"Fuck this creepy faggot.\" Henry mutters to himself and goes in search of different prey.\n\nYou attend the last of your classes and then leave the school. You run into your sister outside. She walks up to talk to you.\n\n\"Hey, I'm gonna stay with Butch tonight, and I think I might just stay over there permanently, his parents all cool enough to let me stay there. I'll be moving all my stuff out a little bit at a time, but I'll try to be quick, so you can tell that controlling bitch that she won't have to deal with me anymore.\"\n\nWow, your sister wasn't joking about moving out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell her that Butch has been cheating on her again" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You suddenly realize that with your sister gone, you'll be the only one there to face Mom. Even you sense that isn't a good thing. Maybe underneath all your automaton type behavior you do have a certain sense of self-preservation. If anything you're concerned about the changes that your sister leaving might bring, and even though you might not show it, you fear change.\n\nYou tell your sister about Butch, she gets upset, but isn't really surprised. She'll probably break up with him, only to get back with him later. But for now its enough to convince her not to go move in with him. The status quo is kept in check.\n\nHome life continues as normal, your Mom yells at your sister and she yells back. There's something that is reassuring about that familiarity.\n\nAnother day arrives and you feel comfortably numb..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your sister is aware of Butch's infidelity, its up to her to leave him. What good would it do to confront him? After all it isn't really your concern.\n\nYou finish eating and head back to class. On your way there, you pass Henry. Normally Henry doesn't bother with you, save the occasional name calling, but he's looking for a fight.\n\n\"Hey dickhead! I saw you looking at me kicking that faggot Aaron's ass! I know you two fucking butt boys hang out, aren't you pissed off that I kicked your boyfriend's ass?\" Henry says getting in your face and pushing you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You punch him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Henry pushes you, you look confused at first, but then your expression turns to anger. Then your emotions soon follow...\n\nYou punch Henry straight in the nose causing it to explode in a gout of blood! Henry screams when he sees all that blood gushing from his nose. You don't just stop there though, you then take his pinky finger and break it. At this point you are drawing a crowd, while some others go to fetch a teacher.\n\nYou slam Henry's head into the hard ground until his skull cracks. Henry's already unconscious at this point, but you continue to kick him in the stomach until a teacher finally pulls you off, at which point to go quietly.\n\nThis act of wild unleashed anger gets you in severe trouble, namely prison for attempted murder. You don't seem to mind though, Its a structured environment that you're used to, and you welcome the chance to unleash your endless pent up anger on your fellow inmates.\n\nAnother day arrives in your cell you feel fury..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your sister is aware of Butch's infidelity, its up to her to leave him. What good would it do to confront him? After all it isn't really your concern.\n\nYou finish eating and head back to class. On your way there, you pass Henry. Normally Henry doesn't bother with you, save the occasional name calling, but he's looking for a fight.\n\n\"Hey dickhead! I saw you looking at me kicking that faggot Aaron's ass! I know you two fucking butt boys hang out, aren't you pissed off that I kicked your boyfriend's ass?\" Henry says getting in your face and pushing you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him you could care less about Aaron" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your detached answer, only causes Henry to believe that you're smarting off to him. He immediately kicks you in the balls and trust me you DO feel that!\n\nHe then drags you into the bathroom and beats the hell out of you and leaves you for dead. As you struggle to get your head out of the toilet you lose consciousness due to the massive gash in your head that's bleeding profusely.\n\nLater you're found by the janitor who manages to get you to a hospital just in time for you to live. Not in time for you to have not suffered brain damage though.\n\nOddly this has an interesting effect on your previous emotional condition. You revert back to a childlike state. Your Mom actually is nicer to you and in general, and sis seems to stop partying as much. Your unfortunate event has inadvertantly brought them closer to each other and to you. Of course you're unaware of such things, you just know that two pretty ladies take care of you.\n\nAnother day arrives and you feel playful..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She's never made any effort to talk to you, so you don't feel the overwhelming need to talk to her. You continue with your work until that class is over.\n\nLunch time comes around, you expect Aaron to come sit next to you, but he's nowhere to be seen. You wonder if Henry beat him up so bad he had to go home.\n\nAs you sit by yourself eating quietly, you overhear Butch at the next table.\n\n\"Yeah that fucking bitch sucked my dick last night! Haw Haw!\"\n\nButch is your sister's jock boyfriend, even though they're constantly breaking up and making up. The break ups are mainly due to him cheating on her all the time, but she always ends up forgiving him. You don't know why, even you think your sister could do way better.\n\nRight now Butch is bragging to his buddies about his latest conquest, which apparently wasn't your sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You confront Butch" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Probably not the best time to act on your feelings...\n\nYou suddenly feel the need to defend your sister's honor by confronting Butch and his six football playing buddies. Needless to say, you don't win that confrontation.\n\nFor the most part you're more humilated than beaten beyond recognition. Still, its enough to deter you from displaying emotion ever again, you go back to your low profile emotionless lifestyle. Things are just easier that way for you.\n\nAnother day arrives and you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its between Henry and Aaron. Why get involved? Henry would just draw his attention to you, and you have no desire for that.\n\nYou go to your classes as usual and do your work again as usual. In your computer class you see Jessica. She's one of your sister's friends, but isn't as wild as most of them. Doesn't stop her from being a normal teenager though, assuming you had any idea of what normal is. You don't know what it is about her, but she stirs some kind of feeling inside you. She doesn't really know you at all, other than you're Mary's \"creepy\" brother.\n\nShe looks like she's having difficulty with today's computer lesson." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You help Jessica" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Under different circumstances, this might have worked, but your cold emotionless demeanor is still very much a part of you. When you approach Jessica to help her, she declines and gives you a funny look.\n\nYou go back to doing what you were doing. In fact you go about your usual routine for the rest of the day. The fact Jessica turned you down, seems to only make you supress your feelings and retreat into your own world even more. Eventually you go home and go to bed.\n\nAnother day arrives and you still feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mom's strong, she doesn't need you checking up on her. You head to school as normal. What else would you do?\n\nYou get to school just in time for you to see Henry the school bully kicking the hell out of your \"friend\" Aaron. Aaron isn't so much your friend in that he's such a social reject that you're the only one who doesn't treat him like a leper, so he's attached himself to you. Of course you could really care less about him. Sometimes you wish he'd leave you alone, since he only makes you stand out more, when all you want to do is blend into the background.\n\n\"Get the fuck up you faggot!\" Henry shouts abusively at Aaron while kicking him gleefully.\nAaron looks at you in the hopes that you'll help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You help Aaron" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes attempting to do something positive doesn't work out.\n\nYou attempt to tell Henry to leave Aaron alone, but that doesn't help you. Henry just gets mad and attacks you instead. His anger for you interfering results in him beating you very badly. In fact you don't survive.\n\nOne last breath and then you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit and eat your breakfast quietly while the two argue as usual. It doesn't involve you, so why get into it?\n\n\"You little fucking whore! You keep staying out all night, and you can just forget about living under my roof! Go fucking sleep in the street with the rest of the sluts!\"\n\n\"Oh go fuck yourself Mom! You're just mad because you're a fucking bitter old harpy with nobody in your fucking life!\"\n\"Why you fucking little bitch!\" your Mom says and slaps your sister across the face.\n\nYour sister holds her face and shuts up. She picks up her school stuff and heads toward the door, before exiting she says one last thing, before slamming the door.\n\n\"Don't worry Mom, I'm not staying in this fucking house another day!\"\n\nYou finish up your breakfast, your Mom doesn't even acknowledge you're there, she leaves the kitchen in a huff rather quickly.\n\nShe must be really pissed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go check on Mom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For some reason you feel the urge to check on Mom, you head towards her room.\n\nShe's crying. You've never seen her like this! You've always known her to be a hard tough woman, its a little shocking to see this side of her.\n\nShe notices you and quickly wipes her eyes and reverts back to her old self.\n\n\"What the hell are you doing here?! Get the fuck to school!!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attempt to reach out to her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ignore her abuse, you now know her lashing out is merely a reflection of her own unhappiness. You continue to ask what's wrong and that you're only here to help.\n\nYour genuine concern and her vulnerable state seems to cause her to open up a bit. She breaks down and says how, she's sorry for failing as a parent, and how she's losing your sister, and she doesn't want to lose you either.\n\nYou tell her if perhaps she was less controling, things might be better. You say you'll see what you can do about sis. Your Mom thanks you and after a few more hugs and reassurances, you rush off to school. On your way there, your emotions are a little less surpressed. You feel like you have a goal to accomplish now.\n\nYou get to school a little late, which results in you getting sent to the principal's office where you run into Henry, the school bully. He's there for beating someone up as usual. He gives you a dirty look and the finger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attempt to reach out to him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That routine might work on those close to you, but not on anti-social miscreants who hate your guts!\n\nAs you attempt to ask why Henry feels the need to be hostile to everyone, his expression turns to repulsion. He thinks you're hitting on him.\n\n\"What the fuck are you, some fucking faggot or something?\" he says and then attacks you right in the principal's office! He beats you pretty bad before the principal manages to get him off of you. You end up having to go to the hospital.\n\nYour sister and Mom come to visit you and they get into an even bigger arguement resulting in a physical fight. Any goal you had of trying to patch up your family has been shattered forever. You don't seem to care anymore though, you realize playing peacemaker was a fool's quest anyway. Look what it got you. You fall asleep keeping that thought in mind.\n\nYou wake up the next day in your hospital bed and you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ignore her abuse, you now know her lashing out is merely a reflection of her own unhappiness. You continue to ask what's wrong and that you're only here to help.\n\nYour genuine concern and her vulnerable state seems to cause her to open up a bit. She breaks down and says how, she's sorry for failing as a parent, and how she's losing your sister, and she doesn't want to lose you either.\n\nYou tell her if perhaps she was less controling, things might be better. You say you'll see what you can do about sis. Your Mom thanks you and after a few more hugs and reassurances, you rush off to school. On your way there, your emotions are a little less surpressed. You feel like you have a goal to accomplish now.\n\nYou get to school a little late, which results in you getting sent to the principal's office where you run into Henry, the school bully. He's there for beating someone up as usual. He gives you a dirty look and the finger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ignore him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You aren't here to be Gandhi and you aren't here to get into anymore trouble so you ignore Henry who gets called in soon.\n\nYou sit and think how you want a close family. One that isn't always fighting or being controling. You know you can patch your family up and make it functional rather than dysfunctional, you just have to figure out how to do it.\n\nIn the meantime the secretary tells you that the principal is going to be with Henry for a long time and since you're a fairly good student who never causes trouble, she says you can leave with a warning.\n\nYou go to lunch, still trying to figure out how to fix your family when over at the table behind you, you hear your sister's boyfriend Butch bragging to his friends about some girl he slept with who wasn't your sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You confront Butch" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Exposing your sister's cheating cad of a boyfriend was the right direction, but you definitely went the WRONG way about it.\n\nButch and his friends laugh at your attempt to convince him to confess to your sister or you'll do it.\n\nThey beat you and humilate you, then run off laughing. In a cruel twist you get sent to the principal's office again where he's less flexible. He assumes you're a trouble maker and suspends you effective immediately. You don't get a chance to talk to your sister, she and Butch take off early for some party. When your Mom gets home, your sister's run away event and your suspension put your Mom back in her usual hard ass mood. She screams at you and says your sister isn't her daughter anymore, can go to hell and stay there because she isn't welcome here anymore.\n\nYou've failed. Your attempts have been futile. You might as well not tried at all. You were the only one who really cared. You just thought that maybe if you had a more stable home life, you could feel like a normal person, but that goal is lost. You go to bed.\n\nAnother day arrives and you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You aren't here to be Gandhi and you aren't here to get into anymore trouble so you ignore Henry who gets called in soon.\n\nYou sit and think how you want a close family. One that isn't always fighting or being controling. You know you can patch your family up and make it functional rather than dysfunctional, you just have to figure out how to do it.\n\nIn the meantime the secretary tells you that the principal is going to be with Henry for a long time and since you're a fairly good student who never causes trouble, she says you can leave with a warning.\n\nYou go to lunch, still trying to figure out how to fix your family when over at the table behind you, you hear your sister's boyfriend Butch bragging to his friends about some girl he slept with who wasn't your sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep quiet" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You know that subtlety is going to be required here. This information can help bring your family together, but you have to do it right.\n\nYou attend your classes as usual, eventually school ends and you see your sister. You immediately reveal this information to her. She looks very upset, yet not entirely surprised. This certainly isn't the first time he's done this. She just keeps forgiving him, and taking him back. She was planning on staying with him to get away from Mom, but now she's conflicted.\n\nYou explain what happened with Mom after she left. Your sister looks skeptical, but knows even though you're a bit emotionless, you've never lied to her. Plus your latest deed has put you in better standing with her. Your sister agrees to give getting along with Mom a chance.\n\nYou both go home and wait for Mom to get off work. Mom arrives, she's a little more calmer, but you know this is a volitile situation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Stay" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You all sit at the table, staring at each other. You're acting as a mediator. Mom and sis start out calmly, but it quickly escalates into name calling and criticism. The usual insults. You put a stop to it and demand that they get along! Family is the most important thing and you won't just let them dismiss it. You remind them both that things haven't always been this bad between them. You remind them of the good times that you all have had at one time. Good times that have occurred much too rarely and much too long ago.\n\nYou tell them you think that's why you shut down emotionally, because it was just easier to deal with the pain of seeing two people you care for in your life grow to hate each other so much. You say how you just want all of them to be a family again. You begin to weep.\n\nYour speech is probably the most emotional thing either of them has heard from you in years. Hell, they didn't even know you had any emotions anymore. You always did though they were just repressed, but no longer.\n\nYour Mom and sis also begin to cry at this point. Many apologies are exchanged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say how happy you are" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wipe your tears and say how happy you are that you all have managed to at least come together on this night. Mom says she'll be less domineering and sis says she'll reign in her wild side. You hold both of their hands and say you know this all won't be easy, but you have faith that you're all on your way to being a family again.\n\nAnother day arrives and you feel happy..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You all sit at the table, staring at each other. You're acting as a mediator. Mom and sis start out calmly, but it quickly escalates into name calling and criticism. The usual insults. You put a stop to it and demand that they get along! Family is the most important thing and you won't just let them dismiss it. You remind them both that things haven't always been this bad between them. You remind them of the good times that you all have had at one time. Good times that have occurred much too rarely and much too long ago.\n\nYou tell them you think that's why you shut down emotionally, because it was just easier to deal with the pain of seeing two people you care for in your life grow to hate each other so much. You say how you just want all of them to be a family again. You begin to weep.\n\nYour speech is probably the most emotional thing either of them has heard from you in years. Hell, they didn't even know you had any emotions anymore. You always did though they were just repressed, but no longer.\n\nYour Mom and sis also begin to cry at this point. Many apologies are exchanged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Group hug" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You all gather in a circle and hug one another. This is the closest you've all been in years and its all thanks to you.\n\nAs you hug your Mom begins to rub her hands up and down your back, she then kisses you on the lips...passionately. You're a little surprised. Your sister then puts your hand on her ass, looks lovingly at Mom and kisses her as well.\n\nOf course! This makes sense now! You all alway felt greater intimacy for each other, but society's laws forbade it, and you all grew detached and hostile to each other because of it. But now that barrier has been shattered forever and you're able to pursue this love.\n\nThings eventually end up in the bedroom where you all express your love for each other in a physical way. You know that after tonight your family will be closer in ways you never dreamed about. After all family is the most important thing.\n\nAnother day arrives, you wake up beside your sister and Mom and you feel complete euphoria..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You know that subtlety is going to be required here. This information can help bring your family together, but you have to do it right.\n\nYou attend your classes as usual, eventually school ends and you see your sister. You immediately reveal this information to her. She looks very upset, yet not entirely surprised. This certainly isn't the first time he's done this. She just keeps forgiving him, and taking him back. She was planning on staying with him to get away from Mom, but now she's conflicted.\n\nYou explain what happened with Mom after she left. Your sister looks skeptical, but knows even though you're a bit emotionless, you've never lied to her. Plus your latest deed has put you in better standing with her. Your sister agrees to give getting along with Mom a chance.\n\nYou both go home and wait for Mom to get off work. Mom arrives, she's a little more calmer, but you know this is a volitile situation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let Mom and sis work it out themselves" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You seriously can't expect these two to work it out themselves without your help! You were the architect in all this and now you've just going to abandon your project? You're either naively optimistic or you don't want it bad enough. In either case your lack of commitment shows in a spectacular way.\n\nYour Mom and sister eventually start disagreeing in a physical way, when this occurs you attempt to break them up. Unfortunately Mom happened to have a butcher knife at the time, you get in the way and Mom accidently stabs you right in the throat.\n\nYou feel a sharp pain briefly then you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For some reason you feel the urge to check on Mom, you head towards her room.\n\nShe's crying. You've never seen her like this! You've always known her to be a hard tough woman, its a little shocking to see this side of her.\n\nShe notices you and quickly wipes her eyes and reverts back to her old self.\n\n\"What the hell are you doing here?! Get the fuck to school!!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to school" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You obey and go to school. There was a real opportunity to change things here, but you failed to take advantage.\n\nThe rest of your day pretty much follows the same pattern until you come home and go to bed.\n\nAnother day arrives and you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head downstairs, like you always do. No point in breaking tradition.\n\nWhen you get downstairs your Mom is arguing with your 17 year old sister as usual. She isn't like you at all, she's popular for one thing, but then again being a very pretty and extroverted will do that for a person.\n\nShe's a bit of a wild child though which your domineering mother can't stand. You wonder why your sister acts the way she does, Mom's just trying to look out for her.\n\nThey're really arguing today." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Side with Mom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You know Mom's just looking out for the best interest of your sister, and you say as much. Your Mom looks a little surprised as does your sister, who then gets really angry.\n\n\"Fuck the both of you! You don't know me! You're a fucking cold hearted bitch who's wallowing in her own loneliness and you're her fucking lap dog who does everything she says!\" you sister screams.\n\n\"Maybe because he actually cares about my feelings! Unlike you, you little slut!\" your Mom says and then slaps her. Your sister looks like she might attempt to slap your Mom back, but your presence stops her. Instead she runs out the door, with one last comment.\n\n\"I'm leaving this fucking house of insanity! The both of you two can go straight to hell!\" she says slamming the door.\n\nYour Mom waves her hand in disgust and then turns to you.\n\n\"Thanks for taking my side. You're such a good son.\" She says and then hugs you, you return the gesture.\n\n\"Okay now head off to school, I have to go to work.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Head to school" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you obey Mom, your budding emotions seem to shrink back again. Maybe it was just a fluke that you acted like you did, because you certainly don't display any follow up feelings towards Mom or anyone else the entire day.\n\nYour day follows as unemotional as usual until you go home and go to bed.\n\nAnother day arrives and you feel nothing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You know Mom's just looking out for the best interest of your sister, and you say as much. Your Mom looks a little surprised as does your sister, who then gets really angry.\n\n\"Fuck the both of you! You don't know me! You're a fucking cold hearted bitch who's wallowing in her own loneliness and you're her fucking lap dog who does everything she says!\" you sister screams.\n\n\"Maybe because he actually cares about my feelings! Unlike you, you little slut!\" your Mom says and then slaps her. Your sister looks like she might attempt to slap your Mom back, but your presence stops her. Instead she runs out the door, with one last comment.\n\n\"I'm leaving this fucking house of insanity! The both of you two can go straight to hell!\" she says slamming the door.\n\nYour Mom waves her hand in disgust and then turns to you.\n\n\"Thanks for taking my side. You're such a good son.\" She says and then hugs you, you return the gesture.\n\n\"Okay now head off to school, I have to go to work.\"" } ]

[ "Humor", "Part of Series", "Previously Featured", "Zombie" ]

[ 251, 104, 134, 113, 53, 26, 21, 98 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nhorror\n\nStory elements:\nHumor, Zombie\n\nSeed text:\nThe conclusion to the Die Zombie! Die! Trilogy.\nThis is by far the best installment to the trilogy so far, allowing you to use over 12 different weapons and a HUGE variety of items. It also includes realistic player stats, including health, hunger, ammo and even hydration (eg. If you don't drink enough then you die from dehydration), and you are only able to save the game at certain points, like in the grand theft auto games. As the game's author, I can guarantee that you will enjoy this game just as much as (maybe even more than) the previous two titles.\nIf you find anything wrong with the game, don't give me bad comments and ratings, just to tell me about it.\nHave Fun!\n02/10/06: The game has been updated again! The shotgun which I foolishly forgot to put in the last game is finally here, and you can now use the zombie antidote. Any more problems, just tell me.\n05/04/06: Has it ever occured to anyone that if your local power plant blew up your apartment would lose power? It does now. I've changed a few other things as well that I know everyone will enjoy.\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Typically, it's up to you to fight the zombies, possibly defeat them and maybe if you are lucky enough, save the world.\n\nRemember that in this final installment there are many factors that will affect the way that you play, including health, ammo and money (we saw that briefly in the last game, but it's more important now), all of which will affect the story.\n\nRemember, the fate of the world is in your hands. Not anyone else's. Yours. This time no one's going to help you. NO ONE! Except the army, and maybe some other guys too, but it still won't be easy. Don't freak out though, you can play through it again once you have finished.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Adventure Continues...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in your apartment, rubbing your eyes. It's a rainy day outside and you aren't really in the mood for playing Monopoly, especially considering the whole city is empty. As if that wasn't a problem, there's no Monopoly set! NOOO!!!\n\nBut really, it's not actually that bad. There's no one around to annoy or shoot you. But you've run out of food in your apartment, so you better go and find some more. The Supermarket would be a good place to start.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait a sec, you mean there's no Kmart?! NOOO!!! You like saying that, don't you?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Supermarket (What? No Wal*Mart? NOO!!!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the Supermarket and buy some groceries. You buy a few healthy stuff, and of course, a bunch of sugar rich candies! YAY! Candies!\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search around the supermarket a bit more" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You search around the supermarket a bit and find... well, nothing. Sorry to disappoint you, but let's be realistic, they don't leave machine guns or nuclear warheads lying around the supermarket. All you can find is a bottle that doesn't even have anything in it.\n\n Too bad.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Might as well leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk outside again. Great, it's still raining.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Huh?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What the hell are you gonna do with that now? What are you, like *four?\n\n100 4450\n\nNote: If you are four years old you're probably too young to play this violent gory game. Please turn it off now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk outside again. Great, it's still raining.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk outside again. Great, it's still raining.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Huh?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What the hell are you gonna do with that now? What are you, like *four?\n\n100 4450\n\nNote: If you are four years old you're probably too young to play this violent gory game. Please turn it off now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You search around the supermarket a bit and find... well, nothing. Sorry to disappoint you, but let's be realistic, they don't leave machine guns or nuclear warheads lying around the supermarket. All you can find is a bottle that doesn't even have anything in it.\n\n Too bad.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You search around the supermarket a bit and find... well, nothing. Sorry to disappoint you, but let's be realistic, they don't leave machine guns or nuclear warheads lying around the supermarket. All you can find is a bottle that doesn't even have anything in it.\n\n Too bad.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the Supermarket and buy some groceries. You buy a few healthy stuff, and of course, a bunch of sugar rich candies! YAY! Candies!\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You leave the supermarket" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk outside again. Great, it's still raining.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the Supermarket and buy some groceries. You buy a few healthy stuff, and of course, a bunch of sugar rich candies! YAY! Candies!\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the Supermarket and buy some groceries. You buy a few healthy stuff, and of course, a bunch of sugar rich candies! YAY! Candies!\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Chemist (don't do drugs)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the chemist there's nothing much you really need except for a first aid kit, perfect for multiple injuries, including scratches, gashes, multiple gun wounds and other nasty boo boos.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the chemist there's nothing much you really need except for a first aid kit, perfect for multiple injuries, including scratches, gashes, multiple gun wounds and other nasty boo boos.\n\n100 4450" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Gunstore (YAY! Free guns!)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the gunstore you find a pistol, an uzi, two hand grenades and $500.\n\n100 4849\n\nIf you want, there is also a firing range upstairs.\n\nPick up the items, then click one of the links below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $4000.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the gunstore you find a pistol, an uzi, two hand grenades and $500.\n\n100 4849\n\nIf you want, there is also a firing range upstairs.\n\nPick up the items, then click one of the links below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n12\n\n400\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Power Plant" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the power plant and climb the fence. Inside there's a huge power transformer that runs the city's electricity. What do you do?\n\n100 4847" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hit it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a sign nearby that says; DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE.\n\nToo bad you didn't read it. If you did, you'd have done it though anyway right? So, next time, just don't do it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "SSSSSSsssssss......... You're dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Due to lack of nourishment, you have fainted. Don't worry, fainting doesn't mean you die, you just have to go back to your last save game! Darn!\n\nIf you cannot save the game, it means you are not a member. Become one. NOW!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Due to lack of nourishment, you have fainted. Don't worry, fainting doesn't mean you die, you just have to go back to your last save game! Darn!\n\nIf you cannot save the game, it means you are not a member. Become one. NOW!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a sign nearby that says; DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE.\n\nToo bad you didn't read it. If you did, you'd have done it though anyway right? So, next time, just don't do it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a sign nearby that says; DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE.\n\nToo bad you didn't read it. If you did, you'd have done it though anyway right? So, next time, just don't do it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the power plant and climb the fence. Inside there's a huge power transformer that runs the city's electricity. What do you do?\n\n100 4847" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You throw something at it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What do you throw at it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What do you throw at it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the power plant and climb the fence. Inside there's a huge power transformer that runs the city's electricity. What do you do?\n\n100 4847" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get to the power plant and climb the fence. Inside there's a huge power transformer that runs the city's electricity. What do you do?\n\n100 4847" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Subway" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the subway you see a number of different things. They are listed below. To interact with them, just click on their links.\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go over to the hobos" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go over to the hobos.\n\n100 4748" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the hobos" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hobos tell you they have something they think you could use, and they will give it to you for a bar of Nestle Hobo chocolate. You think you have some in your fridge at home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hobos tell you they have something they think you could use, and they will give it to you for a bar of Nestle Hobo chocolate. You think you have some in your fridge at home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go over to the hobos.\n\n100 4748" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go over to the hobos.\n\n100 4748" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the subway you see a number of different things. They are listed below. To interact with them, just click on their links.\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the abandoned subway car" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go over to the abandoned subway car. It looks easy enough to drive, but you need the keys to drive it, as the track is electric and will kill you if you step on it (according to a nearby sign). Unless you find the keys, or manage to turn off the electricity (or *get super powers and fly to the next city), you can't get out of here.\n\n100 4849\n\n*NOTE: Not a real option, so don't waste your time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go over to the abandoned subway car. It looks easy enough to drive, but you need the keys to drive it, as the track is electric and will kill you if you step on it (according to a nearby sign). Unless you find the keys, or manage to turn off the electricity (or *get super powers and fly to the next city), you can't get out of here.\n\n100 4849\n\n*NOTE: Not a real option, so don't waste your time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the subway you see a number of different things. They are listed below. To interact with them, just click on their links.\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the subway you see a number of different things. They are listed below. To interact with them, just click on their links.\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to your stlylin' zombie free Apartment" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What are you doing here?\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get a drink" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah... very refreshing.\n\n100 48100" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah... very refreshing.\n\n100 48100" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What are you doing here?\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You play the PS2 on your huge screen plasma TV" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To play a game, just click Use Item. It is strongly recommended that you play all the video games you can in this game. After all, who says video games can't teach you anything?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check out what games there are" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are two games. Resident Evil: Outbreak and Evil Dead: Regeneration. Pick them up and click on the link that appears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are two games. Resident Evil: Outbreak and Evil Dead: Regeneration. Pick them up and click on the link that appears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To play a game, just click Use Item. It is strongly recommended that you play all the video games you can in this game. After all, who says video games can't teach you anything?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To play a game, just click Use Item. It is strongly recommended that you play all the video games you can in this game. After all, who says video games can't teach you anything?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What are you doing here?\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What are you doing here?\n\n100 4849" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you want to go?\n\n100 4950" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in your apartment, rubbing your eyes. It's a rainy day outside and you aren't really in the mood for playing Monopoly, especially considering the whole city is empty. As if that wasn't a problem, there's no Monopoly set! NOOO!!!\n\nBut really, it's not actually that bad. There's no one around to annoy or shoot you. But you've run out of food in your apartment, so you better go and find some more. The Supermarket would be a good place to start.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in your apartment, rubbing your eyes. It's a rainy day outside and you aren't really in the mood for playing Monopoly, especially considering the whole city is empty. As if that wasn't a problem, there's no Monopoly set! NOOO!!!\n\nBut really, it's not actually that bad. There's no one around to annoy or shoot you. But you've run out of food in your apartment, so you better go and find some more. The Supermarket would be a good place to start.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Typically, it's up to you to fight the zombies, possibly defeat them and maybe if you are lucky enough, save the world.\n\nRemember that in this final installment there are many factors that will affect the way that you play, including health, ammo and money (we saw that briefly in the last game, but it's more important now), all of which will affect the story.\n\nRemember, the fate of the world is in your hands. Not anyone else's. Yours. This time no one's going to help you. NO ONE! Except the army, and maybe some other guys too, but it still won't be easy. Don't freak out though, you can play through it again once you have finished.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you have never played before, click on the two items, labelled 'Wallet' and 'Ammo Inventory' then click here" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To play this game, you must simply read the story and choose what to do. Each different choice will lead to different outcomes. It is all up to you.\n\nYou may also come across items during your adventure, which you need to win the game. To pick up an item, click on it. To use it, select the item in your inventory and click Use Item. If you decide you don't want the item anymore, you may have the option to drop it. To do this, click Drop Item.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What are those things at the bottom of the page?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are also a few other things that you must keep in mind if you want to win the game:\n\nHEALTH: If your health hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your health, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nHUNGER:If your hunger hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your hunger, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nHYDRATION:If your hydration hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your hydration, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nAMMO: Ammo is required for you to use certain items, such as the shotgun. Without it, most of your long ranged weapons become useless.\n\n100 5050\n\nThat is the end of the tutorial. Enjoy the game, and good luck!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "(You are gonna need it)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in your apartment, rubbing your eyes. It's a rainy day outside and you aren't really in the mood for playing Monopoly, especially considering the whole city is empty. As if that wasn't a problem, there's no Monopoly set! NOOO!!!\n\nBut really, it's not actually that bad. There's no one around to annoy or shoot you. But you've run out of food in your apartment, so you better go and find some more. The Supermarket would be a good place to start.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are also a few other things that you must keep in mind if you want to win the game:\n\nHEALTH: If your health hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your health, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nHUNGER:If your hunger hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your hunger, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nHYDRATION:If your hydration hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your hydration, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nAMMO: Ammo is required for you to use certain items, such as the shotgun. Without it, most of your long ranged weapons become useless.\n\n100 5050\n\nThat is the end of the tutorial. Enjoy the game, and good luck!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are also a few other things that you must keep in mind if you want to win the game:\n\nHEALTH: If your health hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your health, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nHUNGER:If your hunger hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your hunger, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nHYDRATION:If your hydration hits 0, you will lose. Certain things in the game will decrease your hydration, some things will increase it. It is displayed by a symbol.\n\nAMMO: Ammo is required for you to use certain items, such as the shotgun. Without it, most of your long ranged weapons become useless.\n\n100 5050\n\nThat is the end of the tutorial. Enjoy the game, and good luck!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To play this game, you must simply read the story and choose what to do. Each different choice will lead to different outcomes. It is all up to you.\n\nYou may also come across items during your adventure, which you need to win the game. To pick up an item, click on it. To use it, select the item in your inventory and click Use Item. If you decide you don't want the item anymore, you may have the option to drop it. To do this, click Drop Item.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "$$MONEY$$" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You currently have $3500.00.\n\nClick BACK to return to the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To play this game, you must simply read the story and choose what to do. Each different choice will lead to different outcomes. It is all up to you.\n\nYou may also come across items during your adventure, which you need to win the game. To pick up an item, click on it. To use it, select the item in your inventory and click Use Item. If you decide you don't want the item anymore, you may have the option to drop it. To do this, click Drop Item.\n\n100 5050" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WEAPON STATS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Current Ammo Stats\n\n0\n\n0\n\n0\n\nNOTE: The weapons 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Sniper Rifle' do not have a stats display on this page.\n\nCLICK BACK when you are finished." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "RPG" ]

[ 115, 43, 118, 96, 22, 7, 4, 15 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "In the genre of fantasy, weave a narrative.\nThe story should draw inspiration from RPG.\n\"The Tower has awoken!\nFight through an ever changing, randomly-generated Tower! Face many challenges in your quest to defeat the Dragon and conquer the Tower!\nCreate your own character, buy weapons and spells, fight evil monsters, discover secrets! Challenge the Tower in this Roguelike RPG!\nPlease rate and comment! Thanks! :)\nVersion 2: Fixed lots of glitches and added lots of back story!\nVersion 3: Added lots of awesome pictures (they belong to their respective owners, almost always mentioned at the bottom of each pic) :)!\nVersion 4: Added Quests and more bonus content! Fixed all the bugs! :) Final Update done! Thanks!\"\nYou are to craft a tale where the user is the central figure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "AotT is a Roguelike game, means it is different every time you play it and death is permanent. You will face countless challenges in your adventure to conquer the Tower and you will have to rely on both, you luck and your wits, to overcome them. It is advised that you check the How to Play section if you have never played it before. Otherwise, you may just start the game. Good Luck!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Start!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before starting the game you must create your character. Please select your race and class. Each race and class gives you different bonuses which are mentioned below.\n\nChoose Race:\n\nHuman: + 3 to Weapon, + 10 Coins\n\nDwarf: + 4 to Weapon, + 20 Coins, - 1 Armour\n\nElf: + 30 Experience, + 2 Armour\n\nSpirit: + 3 Armour\n\nOrc: + 3 Weapon, + 1 Armour\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Human" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Warrior" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, choose your gender:\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Male" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the frigid kingdom of Elnar... The bones of the Elder Dragon melt into ashes... With the passage of time they find their way into the ruins of the Tower... Awakening it... Stronger than ever...mocking the world, waiting for a new challenger.... The resurrection of the tower brought chaos upon the land. Drought, Tsunamis, Plagues, were only the beginning. What came after was even worse. The monsters of the tower killed and destroyed everything in their way. They turned peaceful kingdoms into bloodshed grounds. Death and disease ran rampart. It was for that reason, many champions tried to defeat the tower. But no one ever succeeded. The Fallen, the first one to beat the Tower, was long dead. And no one as of now had the might to replace him. Your journey with the merchant caravan comes to a halt due to snowfall. Shivering, you get your bag and continue alone because they were not ready to journey in this weather. With every step you take, your feet become heavier, your vision becomes foggy... The night sky turns to dawn when you reach the Tower. The Tower, a magnificent structure indeed, rising as far in the misty sky as your eyes can see. You stand before the door, giving a final check to your equipment. Even from the outside, you can feel the dark magic that looms within. Will you conquer the Tower? Or will you perish, just like everyone else?\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Begin..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ascend the stairs, leaving the death cold winds of Elnar behind...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crumbling walls of the tower whisper into you ears. They warn you, tell you to return, but you keep moving...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rat!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A rat emerges from the darkness, its eyes glowing red in the dark...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Fight!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are in a combat! You may cast any spell now if you have them! Attck to begin combat!\n\nEnemy Stats: Name: Rat, Attack: 4, Life: 5\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attack!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let out a warcry as you attack!\n\nAttack Summary:\n\nAgressive Attack - Do and take more damage than normal!\nNormal Attack - Do and take normal damage!\nDefensive Attack - Do and take less damage than normal!\n\nEnemy Stats: Name: Rat, Attack: 4, Life: 5\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agressive Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You damage the Rat for 8 points! The Rat now has 0 Life Points remaining!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Defend!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Rat attacks you! You take 0 points of damage! You have 50 life remaining!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Victory!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rat goes splattered around the floor!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let out a warcry as you attack!\n\nAttack Summary:\n\nAgressive Attack - Do and take more damage than normal!\nNormal Attack - Do and take normal damage!\nDefensive Attack - Do and take less damage than normal!\n\nEnemy Stats: Name: Rat, Attack: 4, Life: 5\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Normal Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You damage the Rat for 7 points! The Rat now has 0 Life Points remaining!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let out a warcry as you attack!\n\nAttack Summary:\n\nAgressive Attack - Do and take more damage than normal!\nNormal Attack - Do and take normal damage!\nDefensive Attack - Do and take less damage than normal!\n\nEnemy Stats: Name: Rat, Attack: 4, Life: 5\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Defensive Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You damage the Rat for 6 points! The Rat now has 0 Life Points remaining!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, choose your gender:\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Female" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the frigid kingdom of Elnar... The bones of the Elder Dragon melt into ashes... With the passage of time they find their way into the ruins of the Tower... Awakening it... Stronger than ever...mocking the world, waiting for a new challenger.... The resurrection of the tower brought chaos upon the land. Drought, Tsunamis, Plagues, were only the beginning. What came after was even worse. The monsters of the tower killed and destroyed everything in their way. They turned peaceful kingdoms into bloodshed grounds. Death and disease ran rampart. It was for that reason, many champions tried to defeat the tower. But no one ever succeeded. The Fallen, the first one to beat the Tower, was long dead. And no one as of now had the might to replace him. Your journey with the merchant caravan comes to a halt due to snowfall. Shivering, you get your bag and continue alone because they were not ready to journey in this weather. With every step you take, your feet become heavier, your vision becomes foggy... The night sky turns to dawn when you reach the Tower. The Tower, a magnificent structure indeed, rising as far in the misty sky as your eyes can see. You stand before the door, giving a final check to your equipment. Even from the outside, you can feel the dark magic that looms within. Will you conquer the Tower? Or will you perish, just like everyone else?\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 7 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ranger" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, choose your gender:\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 2 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wizard" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, choose your gender:\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 30" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Paladin" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, choose your gender:\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 6 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 15" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thief" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, choose your gender:\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 20\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lich" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, choose your gender:\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 4 / 20\nDefence Value: 3 / 10\nGold Coins: 10\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before starting the game you must create your character. Please select your race and class. Each race and class gives you different bonuses which are mentioned below.\n\nChoose Race:\n\nHuman: + 3 to Weapon, + 10 Coins\n\nDwarf: + 4 to Weapon, + 20 Coins, - 1 Armour\n\nElf: + 30 Experience, + 2 Armour\n\nSpirit: + 3 Armour\n\nOrc: + 3 Weapon, + 1 Armour\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dwarf" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 6 / 20\nDefence Value: 0 / 10\nGold Coins: 20\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before starting the game you must create your character. Please select your race and class. Each race and class gives you different bonuses which are mentioned below.\n\nChoose Race:\n\nHuman: + 3 to Weapon, + 10 Coins\n\nDwarf: + 4 to Weapon, + 20 Coins, - 1 Armour\n\nElf: + 30 Experience, + 2 Armour\n\nSpirit: + 3 Armour\n\nOrc: + 3 Weapon, + 1 Armour\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elf" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 3 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 30" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before starting the game you must create your character. Please select your race and class. Each race and class gives you different bonuses which are mentioned below.\n\nChoose Race:\n\nHuman: + 3 to Weapon, + 10 Coins\n\nDwarf: + 4 to Weapon, + 20 Coins, - 1 Armour\n\nElf: + 30 Experience, + 2 Armour\n\nSpirit: + 3 Armour\n\nOrc: + 3 Weapon, + 1 Armour\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Spirit" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 4 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before starting the game you must create your character. Please select your race and class. Each race and class gives you different bonuses which are mentioned below.\n\nChoose Race:\n\nHuman: + 3 to Weapon, + 10 Coins\n\nDwarf: + 4 to Weapon, + 20 Coins, - 1 Armour\n\nElf: + 30 Experience, + 2 Armour\n\nSpirit: + 3 Armour\n\nOrc: + 3 Weapon, + 1 Armour\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Orc" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now you must choose your class. There is no restriction on any combination of class and race so you are free to create a spell-wielding dwarf or a sword-slashing spirit!\n\nChoose Class:\n\nWarrior: + 2 Weapon\n\nRanger: + 1 Armour\n\nWizard: + 30 Experience\n\nPaladin: + 1 Weapon, + 15 Experience\n\nThief: + 10 Gold\n\nLich: + 2 Armour, - 1 Weapon\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 5 / 20\nDefence Value: 2 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "AotT is a Roguelike game, means it is different every time you play it and death is permanent. You will face countless challenges in your adventure to conquer the Tower and you will have to rely on both, you luck and your wits, to overcome them. It is advised that you check the How to Play section if you have never played it before. Otherwise, you may just start the game. Good Luck!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Secret Codes!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the secret codes to unlock secret things. You may find these codes while playing the game, or beating the game or you can just ask me. :)\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "1" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "1" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "1" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have unlocked...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have unlocked...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have unlocked...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "4" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have unlocked...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "5" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have unlocked...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "6" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have unlocked...\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "4" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "5" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "6" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the third one!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the secret codes to unlock secret things. You may find these codes while playing the game, or beating the game or you can just ask me. :)\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the secret codes to unlock secret things. You may find these codes while playing the game, or beating the game or you can just ask me. :)\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the secret codes to unlock secret things. You may find these codes while playing the game, or beating the game or you can just ask me. :)\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "4" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the secret codes to unlock secret things. You may find these codes while playing the game, or beating the game or you can just ask me. :)\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "5" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the secret codes to unlock secret things. You may find these codes while playing the game, or beating the game or you can just ask me. :)\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" }, { "from": "human", "value": "6" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enter the second digit!\n\nLife Points: 50 / 50\nWeapon Strength: 2 / 20\nDefence Value: 1 / 10\nGold Coins: 0\nExperience: 0" } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Previously Featured", "RPG", "Serious", "War" ]

[ 61, 53, 56, 39, 14, 6, 2, 7 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category:\nsci-fi\n\nStory elements:\nRPG, Serious, War\n\nSeed text:\nTerra Proxima, an Epic Choose Your Own Adventure Serial by Rommel\nEpisode I: First Strike\nYou are training as an elite soldier at the military academy Tel-Takir. You go by the callsign Sentinel. Soldiers are no longer so much cannon fodder, they are lethal weapons, especially these ones, part of the global peacekeeping force: The United Guns. You have almost graduated from the academy, and are looking forward to tomorrow, when you will be assigned a posting. You have a bad feeling about graduation night though, and you have been trained to trust your instincts. Something is up...\nThis is the second version of First Strike.\n\nChoose your own adventure story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This storygame uses items, two values (Health, Marksmanship) and Random Numbers. Health is your life force. If it hits 0 at any time your story is over. Health can never go over your maximum amount, but can be replenished up to that amount. It is always written as a fraction of your maximum health, eg: 15/17. Marksmanship is your skill with a gun, this will be important in combat. Random numbers are explained further down.\n\nCopy the chart below onto a piece of scrap paper or a text file on your computer. You are limited to 8 items. To find out how much health and maximum health you start out with, pick a Random Number from the Random Number Table below and add 11 to it. To find out your marksmanship to start with, pick a Random Number from the Table and add 5 to it.\n\nNB: Some items may not be in the inventory, such as the combat knife, map, binoculars, etc... THese are essentials and are always carried.\n\nItem 1:\n\nItem 2:\n\nItem 3:\n\nItem 4:\n\nItem 5:\n\nItem 6:\n\nItem 7:\n\nItem 8:\n\nDogtags:\n\nHealth: /\n\nMarksmanship:\n\nSpecialization:\n\nThis is the Random Number Table.\n\nClose your eyes and poke the table with a pencil, then look at the number you have picked. The number table will be linked to where relevant.\n\nSometimes a UG soldier carries something extra, depending on his/her specialisation:\n\nMedic: Defibrilliator, medical equipment chest (this will allow you to regenerate 1 health for each page.)\n\nSpecial Forces: Camoflage\n\nEngineer: Workshop chest, Explosives\n\nSharpshooter: +2 marksmanship\n\nPick a specialization, and record the items or stats on your chart.\n\nIf you kill an enemy and there is time you can get his/her dogtag. These are anchored in the neck by all military forces on Terra Proxima, difficult to get, a collector's item and a reason to carry a combat knife. record them in the 'Dogtags' section.\n\nNow that we have that sorted out, we can begin..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Start" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tel-Takir. The military academy. It is here that you, like many before you, have come to learn the art of war. There are certain occupational hazards to the job, but nowhere near as much as 20th Century Earth. Soldiers are no longer just so much cannon fodder, they are the backbone of the army.\n\nThe United Guns formed some time ago, to unite the bickering states that sprang up when the planet Terra Proxima was colonized. Evolving out of a simple mercenary outfit, they are now the global peacekeeping force, employed by the Combine of Free Nations to enforce the law, defend the member states and uphold human rights. They also take on such jobs as explorers, investigators and scouts. Pretty much all the exciting jobs are offered by them.\n\nSo, at Tel-Takir, you and your squad have trained over the past 12 months, training in the use of weapons and armour, drilling and practicing battles, getting a whole lot fitter and bonding with each other. You have fought each other in mock battles, run inhuman distances, run inhuman distances with heavy packs over an obstacle course, practiced with vehicles, demolished a bunch of targets and trained your reflexes and instincts.\n\nThe squad all call each other by callsign, which have become your nicknames. Your nickname is Sentinel, and your squadmates are Outrider, Gambler, Steelhead, Acrobat, Savant, Dozer, Switchblade, Nemo, Cub, Hawk, Guardian, Psych, Nemesis, Gearhead, Harridan, Melodrama, Radio, Red and Blue. With you that makes a full squad of 20.\n\nYou have gotten to know Gambler, Psych, Gearhead, Harridan and Nemo, helping each other out and generally chilling out together.\n\nGambler is an optimist, trying to take everything lightly. He is also true to his nickname, having won and lost an equally huge fortunes playing Quil'zak. He is your best mate among the squad, as his optimism and light, joking mood means you can never feel angry around him. His natural friendly personality and good humour have led him to be the leader of the squad.\n\nPsych is pretty cold, a sniper, a hunter. He is the squad's best sharpshooter, whether it's sitting up an ambush for an unsuspecting victim or in the heat of battle with beams and bolts flying around him. He joins in the Quil'zak sessions, but he mostly just watches. He seems troubled, but you havent been able to find out what troubles him\n\nHarridan's specialty is driving, flying and racing. A real risk taker, but she has never crashed yet. She and Gambler are rivals at Quil'zak, and games between them are often a talking point. She has picked up Gambler's optimism as she relentlessly tries to thrash him at his own game. She is honest, blunt and straight to the point.\n\nGearhead is an engineer; able to modify and improve practically any weapon, repair any piece of hardware, hack into any computer and (to the frustration of his squadmates) jam any communicator. He tinkers with hardware in most of his spare time, and so isnt seen much at the Quil'zak board. Gearhead is a cynic, and loves taking every opportunity to deride any piece of machinery, often making 'improvements' while still in the cockpit of vehicles.\n\nNemo has come top on the squad ladder as the best fighter. He is skilled at taking the fight to the enemy, and whenever in a training battle, his battle cry will make his opponents shake as they realise they could soon be in a world of pain. Despite this seemingly violent nature, he is a great ally to his teammates, the backbone of the squad, and an overall nice fellow, always taking time to help people if they look like they need it. He has lost countless hands of Quil'zak to Harridan and Gambler, eventually giving up the game in disgust. He now spends most of his time reading.\n\nIt is graduation day for you and your squad. You all stand up in front of the entire Academy after your term of gruelling training. As all the graduates take the oath, you wonder where you will go, an exciting array of exotic locations flooding your mind. You are last to recieve your helmet, which signifies you as a graduate, but eventually the time comes. You walk forward to the chief instructor; Lt. Staalko. He swears you in with his deep voice, not needing a mike to make himself heard:\n\n'Do you, on your honour, swear to uphold the United Guns code of honour?'\n\n'Aye'\n\n'Then take your helmet, Soldat Sentinel, and consider yourself graduated!'\n\nYou take your helmet and walk over to where your comrades are standing. Lt. Stallko announces: 'I give you... The 501st squad!' The crowd of trainees thunders with applause as you bow and are dismissed.\n\nAs you file out through the side doors, you go over the things you have learned..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Background Information" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A Brief History of Terra Proxima\n\nBy the year 2542, Earth had finally united under one banner. Peace settled over the world, all was calm. The people of Earth lived a sustainable lifestyle, finally at peace with the planet itself. A golden age. The people of Earth then looked to the stars, as the spirit of exploration rose. Colonies were founded on the moon, Mars and further out, expanding mankind's control. With advances in technology, space travel became affordable, and owning a spaceship was like owning a car. Yet this was not enough. Fleets of robot spaceships were sent out beyond the solar system, to discover new worlds. One star system was found that contained an Earth like planet, of all the thousands of stars scouted. The planet was named Terra Proxima, or Next Earth.\n\nA fleet of colonists colonized the planet, and millions were made trading, huge robot cargo ships hauling exotic goods from Terra Proxima and high technology from Earth. Unfortunately, people are always ready to fight over resources, and the colony split into squabbling states. Piracy was common, a popular pastime and respectable job even, as corruption spread throughout the colony.\n\nThe year was 2735 when a small band of starfighter pilots hired themselves out as guards. They escorted the robot ships out of the system, taking out 5 pirate raiding parties. They decided to go into buisness as a mercenary outfit, and the United Guns was formed. Their ranks swelled quickly, and a war against corruption was fought for 12 years, The United Guns being paid by the Sol Goverment and trader unions to stop the wave of piracy and theft. By the end, there were no pirates left, some having joined the United Guns to stay in employment.\n\nIn the year 2761 a space station above the planet was attacked and destroyed. The raiders used unidentified technology and were very well armed. Several more of these alien spaceships have been spotted, and the UG is currently searching for them.\n\nThe year is now 2779, and the United Guns is currently employed by the Combine of Free Nations to keep the peace. They are the best military force on Terra Proxima and stand ready to repel any attack. A United Guns base was destroyed a week ago by an explosion. The cause has been unidentified, but the evidence points to sabotage. A similar incident occured when all UG heavy weapons simultaneously desintegrated, sabotaged during production.\n\nThe Jumpsuit\n\nThe United Guns protects it's infantry with a suit of armour. The suit dissapates the energy from all impacting projectiles, halting the slug in it's outer layers. The suit also has a climate control to protect the wearer from heat and cold. The suit is light enough to allow infantry to run or march comfortably. However, too much energy can cause the suit to overload and cook the person inside as the suit absorbs energy. The suits can also dissapate electrical energy or the energy projected by plasma guns, but these weapons are designed to bypass dissapating armour, and so they can inflict more damage.\n\nSometimes tower shields of thick metal are used as cover for a squad under fire. They are often used when in exposed areas when defending.\n\nThe Weapons\n\nMost modern weapons on Terra Proxima work by shooting a tracer dart, connected to the gun by a beam of plasma. The dart appears to ignore gravity as it is held in a straight line course by a magnetic field, the same used by the plasma itself. When the dart hits something, it transfers the energy of the plasma beam into the surface it hit. Plasma weapons are useful because the ammunition cost is small compared to ballistic weapons. Indeed, some plasma weapons (The most common being the Plasma Pistol) recharge themselves and retrieve darts, giving virtually unlimited ammo. Plasma weapons are found from lightweight, useful backup weapons, to standard battle rifles, to massive artillery pieces.\n\nRocket weapons are less common and much more expensive, but are still used to attack vehicles, land, air or space. They are more accurate at long range and more effective against vehicles than plasma guns, and the advanced rockets used now have seen off virtually every vehicle. Rockets are used less and less now as tanks are obsolete, but are still kept in case...\n\nBallistic weapons are quite rare, used only in the event of a supply cut off. Modern ballistic weapons are powered by compressed air (from a compressor or gas pellets) and can fire a wide range of things. they are mainly used for firing stones if plasma weapons run out of ammo.\n\nVehicles have dwindled in the wars on Terra Proxima; Prone to rockets and expensive. Aircraft are still used, fighters, bombers, helicopter gunships, transports and Mammoths (floating gun platforms and aircraft carriers), but tanks and light attack vehicles are obsolete. The only land vehicles use are the troop transports and assault walkers, which have a point defense matrix that can shoot down missiles, coupled with tons of armour plating that can absorb a LOT of punishment.\n\nArtillery on Terra Proxima is carried by a squad in parts and set up. The guns are light and as small as possible, to make return fire difficult. Artillery is usually Plasma based, firing either a single, huge-calibre bolt, affected by gravity and bursting on impact, or a storm of rapidly fired plasma beams. These are vital to UG troops trying to hold ground against superior numbers.\n\nTactics and Strategy on Terra Proxima\n\nOn Terra Proxima, Infantry are the dominant force. A well mixed infantry division can overwhelm almost any opposing force. Artillery is also important for extra firepower, and this is often used to support the infantry. Long range missiles are not used here as an Anti Air matrix or Anti Air soldier can shoot them down easily. When a force digs in, with covered infantry, AA matrix and well placed artillery, there is no easy solution. Infantry fight it out toe-to-toe, while the artillery engage in duels at long range.\n\nAssault Walkers are sometimes used at the front lines to pierce enemy formations but they can be brought down with rocket soldiers and artillery, making it a costly and risky investment.\n\nMammoth air units, with their heavy armour and awesome capabilities, are the only things able to attempt a quick victory. The Mammoth will move overhead and use it's guns to try and break the infantry and artillery into fleeing through bombardment. The Mammoth will also deploy troops and helicopter gunships to aid the ground fight.\n\nHowever this is dangerous, as the troops will usually attempt to board the Mammoth through capsules launched from the ground, and will attempt to capture it or destroy it from the inside out.\n\nIn mobile warfare, Mammoths will attack each other and board each other, also deploying troops on the ground to secure a foothold.\n\nHover Roads are required by most vehicles to run. It is possible to disrupt a section of a road, grounding all hover vehicles, another reason to use walkers.\n\nWhen launching a suprise attack, paratroopers are used; long ranged missiles are shot down by AA matrices and slow,lumbering bombers will as well. Stealthy paradrop planes can pull it off though. Troops can be dropped by capsule or parachute, the capsule breaking open on impact without harming the soldier.\n\nTerritory\n\nThe United Guns has bases all over the Combine of Free Nations. The academy of Tel-Takir is in the Free Zone, a peaceful, beautiful country, and also the seat of the UG's Headquarters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That Night" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the usual celebration of food, drink and gambling, you climb into your bunk and rest. Your squad will find out it's posting and ship out there tomorrow. Your eyes close as you slip into the depths of sleep...\n\nA loud noise wakes you up.\n\nThat's an explosion!\n\nYou jump out of your bunk, put on your helmet, walk over to the barracks window and peer out. A squadron of fighter aircraft is in the sky, judging from the helmet's night vision. The explosion appears to be one of the gun towers and the checkpoint barricade. And...\n\nOh crap!\n\nParatroopers are coming in from all directions. This makes sense, a missile would have been recognized and shot down, bombers sooner than the missiles, but light fighters and paratroopers could mask themselves against electronic detection. As the first paratroopers hit the ground near the destroyed gun tower, you run to the alarm and hit it. Sirens and klaxons blare and searchlights light up. But even in a fair fight, the paratroopers would be impossible to defeat by the UG forces here. As your squadmates start to wake up, you throw on your jumpsuit and pack, also taking your plasma pistol (record the plasma pistol in the items page).\n\n'We're under attack! Get up!'\n\nYour squad gets their jumpsuits on, and picks up their gear. A voice sounds over the intercom: '...501st squad, fall back and meet the 3rd division at Tel-Ignato! All trainees, get to the space transport Tel Academia! I repeat, we are under attack!...\n\nYou and your squadmates scatter and run, with calls of 'See you at the rendezvous!' filling the air. You set off at a run, away from the barracks and into the forest training zone. Here you can plan your next move before the place is swarming with troops.\n\nYou could head for the breach in the wall. This would be the quickest way out, but you would be sure to run into enemy troops. Or you could head for checkpoint Epsilon, which would lead you away from the fighting, but also from your rendezvous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Breach" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm not afraid of those bastards! They're going to get what's coming to them!\n\nYou move out of the forest zone and over to the rock zone. You dash from outcrop to outcrop of boulders, which are the only cover you'll get. After half an hour of scuttling in this way, you can see the breach. The ground slopes downward until it gets to the ruined tower and wrecked steelcrete barricades. You crouch behind a cluster of boulders, get your binoculars out of your pack and look. A team of 3 soldiers are there standing guard. Apparently the main force in inside the facility. Luckily they don't look ready, they are obviously bored and tired.\n\nBunch of incompetents...\n\nThey are carrying plasma carbines, which don't have much range. You sneak downhill and crouch behind a chunk of debris. You could probably sneak around, but you can also fight these guys, even with the obvious 3-1 disadvantage. Choices, Choices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fight the sentries" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking cover behind the closest large chunk of rubble, you pop up, aim, and shoot one of the sentries through the hip. He runs away screaming with pain, while the others take cover behind rubble." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Combat Choice" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You crouch behind the rubble, planning your next move..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Surrender" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I Surrender!' You emerge from cover with your hands up.\n\nOne of the sentries, her face hidden by a dark helmet visor says: 'Sorry to do this to a guy so young, but orders is orders. Fire!' She and her comrades open up at point blank range, (take away 17 health) and you black out. If your health is 0, your adventure ends here.\n\nYou awaken in a ditch with a body full of pain, but functioning. Your jumpsuit prevents maiming and such by dissapating the energy of a shot, but it results in burns and pain instead. Fortunately, the sentries left all your gear, and your Plasma Pistol. You get moving as the sun rises, with a body and determination on fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The march" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk off at a steady pace through the trees, like soldiers did way back on old Earth... You would have normally got a spaceship or even a land vehicle, but it was too risky and your training has prepared you for this eventuality. As you walk through the landscape, lightly forested, lush grassland, you ponder what has happened...\n\nThe people who attacked you are Taktat troopers, soldiers from the Taktat Empire; and although the trio you found was incompetent, the core of their army is as strong as the UG's, which is very rare as militaries go on Terra Proxima. You have escaped with all the essentials: Your jumpsuit and helmet, which protects you to an extent, a Plasma Pistol, which recharges itself so you will never run out of ammo, your mobility and your pack which has a map, rations, 80 credits, binoculars (Your helmet does not zoom), a combat knife and your personal keepsakes.\n\n(Record the 80 credits as 1 item. If you spend or gain credits, adjust the number accordingly)\n\nOn the planet Terra Proxima, the Free Zone is one of the most peaceful locations. The countryside is unsullied by pollution or technology apart from the city states. The prefix Tel- , used in most of the local place names, means 'free and peaceful'. This region is the base of the United Guns' operations, and is bordered by the Taktat empire. Apparently their imperialistic ambitions must be even bigger than usual to risk attacking the UG headquarters...\n\nYou walk for a day and part way through the night, across the thin forest. Slowly the terrain changes and becomes scrub, until you spot the town of Tel-Nayron in the distance. Three Hover Roads emerge from the city, supporting hovering cars. A wall of steelcrete surrounds the city, punctuated by a checkpoint for each of the roads, and some smaller ones for pedestrians.\n\nYou arrive at one of the pedestrian checkpoints. It consists of a booth, a barrier and a gate in the city wall. You walk up to the booth and pay the 5 credit toll (deduct this from your pack). The operator grins and says 'and what about my tip?' 'What tip?' 'The 20 credit tip', says the operator. You look at him in distaste. He is obese, warty and has his bleached blonde hair in spikes. His facial features are in a permanent sneer. 'Well?', the operator asks expectantly. 'let's have it.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pay the 20 credit tip" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'s'all I ask for buddy. You can go through.' The operator lifts the checkpoint barrier and opens the gates in the city wall. (deduct the 20 credits from your pack)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tel-Nayron" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the city, basically a highway junction and trading post. You cross the hover roads and enter the central plaza. It is a massive open square surrounded by shops and stalls. Even at night the place is lit up by neon lights, and is buzzing with activity. In the centre is the Town Hall. You can see a number of useful features you could make use of: A hospital, an inn, and a firing range.\n\nNext to you, you can see a weapons shop. You can buy a Plasma Carbine for 20 credits, and a Plasma Infantry Rifle for 30 credits. The Plasma Rifle uses ammunition, you can buy a Plasma Rifle cartridge for a credit. You can only use the Plasma Rifle if you have ammo for it, and every time you use it you must take away 1 ammo from your store of cartridges. (If you buy anything, deduct the credits from your stash and record the items. All the ammunition is counted as 1 item, like credits)\n\nAfter making your purchases, you head off to the..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Firing Range" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk to the firing range, enter and join the shooters. You take out your weapon and put 3 shots on the bullseye in sucession. The gunners look at you with admiration, and they bring out their best, a woman by the name of Celia. A pool is formed as the gunners form an impromptu competition. You pay your five credits (deduct this from your stash) and take your shots. (If you do not have 5 credits, you must admit this to the gamblers and leave)\n\nSoon, just you and Celia are left in. You take your final shot, as does she. This is the most difficult target, and you are not sure you can hit it...\n\nPick a number from the Random Number Table and add it to your Marksmanship. If you have a Plasma Carbine or Rifle and want to use it, add 3 more. Rifle ammo is provided by the club, you don't need to spend cartridges." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the number is 5-17" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your shot hits, but on the outer ring of the target. Celia has hit her target dead centre. Shrugging, you walk away, knowing that there will always be a better shot than you out there somehow.\n\nThe contest has tired you out, so you make your way to the inn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The inn" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tired, you make your way to an inn. It looks nice and homely, a classic largish tavern with rooms above. This is no ordinary inn however. The building goes up for about 100 metres, with a watchtower and radio transmitter on top (They are probably renting out the top floors to the government and telecomms.) The building is covered in a stone facade, making it look like an out of place lighthouse. The sign above the door reads: Jolly Trader's Lodge.\n\nAfter taking all this in, and seeing a card game through the window as well, you decide this place looks good, and enter. You talk to the cashier, who tells you that you can sleep on one of the top floors for a credit, or take an ordinary room for 3 credits.\n\nYou sit down at the card game. You are a good gambler, your mind still sharp, and soon have some more credits for the journey ahead.\n\nPick a number from the Random Number Table, and add 6 to it if you are over 15 health. Add this number of credits to your stash.\n\nEventually you bid your fellow gamblers good night, pay for a room (deduct the cost from your stash) and climb the stairs to your room. You lock the door, realising you haven't had a night's sleep for over 24 hours now.\n\nYou slip into a dreamless slumber..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you have a room near the top floor" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are awakened early in the morning by the shift change, and cannot get back to sleep with the loud noises issuing from above. Irritated, but thankful for some sleep, you go downstairs and get some coffee for a credit. (deduct this from your stash) That should keep you awake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next stage" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you exit the inn, you see your squadmate across the square!\n\n'Gambler! How are you holding up, old buddy?'\n\n'Pretty good', Gambler says cheerfully. 'I got through that breach in the perimeter.'\n\n'And you didn't see me?'\n\n'No. Too dark. If you were there you were pretty quick off the mark.' He pauses. 'You should come with us! We got a hover car and we're going to go soon.'\n\nYou think about it. To trek all the way from Tel-Nayron to Tel-Ignato would take a week on foot.\n\n'What's the hold up! Let's go!'\n\nYou and Gambler stroll away from the centre of the plaza, all the way to one of the car parks on the outskirts. You see quite a few squad members here, about half your full squad. They are waiting in a hover-troop-transport, an open topped vehicle with sufficient room to seat 20. You and Gambler climb aboard after being welcomed, and Harridan, after revving the engine, hovers at 1 metre, then backs out.\n\nAfter backing out onto the road, Harridan cruises through the streets at a leisurely pace. Gambler, the navigator, calls out directions. You sit strapped in at your station, riding shotgun with Psych and Nemo, deadly sharpshooters. You draw your weapon, The paratroopers must have called for reinforcements by now and should be hunting for survivors.\n\nAfter navigating the streets, Harridan turns into a freeway ramp, then floors it. You quickly check your seatbelt, feeling the tug of acceleration.\n\nAfter an hour of flooring it, You spot something in the distance. You take your binoculars out of your pack and zoom in on the thing.\n\nHere we go again...\n\nIt is a roadblock, lined with troops. 'Harridan! There's a roadblock ahead!' Harridan hits a button, extending a sheet of armour plating across the transport. The only way through this is with violence. You take out your weapon, aim, and fire, as do Psych and Nemo.\n\nPick a number from the Random Number Table. Add this to your Marksmanship. If you have a Plasma Rifle and want to use it, add 5 to the number." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Random Number Table" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Close your eyes and poke the table with a pencil, then look at the number you have picked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you exit the inn, you see your squadmate across the square!\n\n'Gambler! How are you holding up, old buddy?'\n\n'Pretty good', Gambler says cheerfully. 'I got through that breach in the perimeter.'\n\n'And you didn't see me?'\n\n'No. Too dark. If you were there you were pretty quick off the mark.' He pauses. 'You should come with us! We got a hover car and we're going to go soon.'\n\nYou think about it. To trek all the way from Tel-Nayron to Tel-Ignato would take a week on foot.\n\n'What's the hold up! Let's go!'\n\nYou and Gambler stroll away from the centre of the plaza, all the way to one of the car parks on the outskirts. You see quite a few squad members here, about half your full squad. They are waiting in a hover-troop-transport, an open topped vehicle with sufficient room to seat 20. You and Gambler climb aboard after being welcomed, and Harridan, after revving the engine, hovers at 1 metre, then backs out.\n\nAfter backing out onto the road, Harridan cruises through the streets at a leisurely pace. Gambler, the navigator, calls out directions. You sit strapped in at your station, riding shotgun with Psych and Nemo, deadly sharpshooters. You draw your weapon, The paratroopers must have called for reinforcements by now and should be hunting for survivors.\n\nAfter navigating the streets, Harridan turns into a freeway ramp, then floors it. You quickly check your seatbelt, feeling the tug of acceleration.\n\nAfter an hour of flooring it, You spot something in the distance. You take your binoculars out of your pack and zoom in on the thing.\n\nHere we go again...\n\nIt is a roadblock, lined with troops. 'Harridan! There's a roadblock ahead!' Harridan hits a button, extending a sheet of armour plating across the transport. The only way through this is with violence. You take out your weapon, aim, and fire, as do Psych and Nemo.\n\nPick a number from the Random Number Table. Add this to your Marksmanship. If you have a Plasma Rifle and want to use it, add 5 to the number." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the number is 22-30" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You aim for a vehicle parked near the barricade. You pump fire into it, and so do your friends. A fireball consumes the barricade before you whizz through the wreckage unscathed, leaving the Taktat Troopers behind, far behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Safety at last" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After another two hours of driving, Tel Ignato is in sight. It is here that your squad will rendezvous with your division and hold back the invading army; the paratroopers who attacked your base were able to exploit their sucess very quickly, you can tell this as you see, through your binoculars, troop formations marching near the horizon over the flat.\n\nTel Ignato is a small town much like Tel Nayron, except it is also a temporary division HQ. The terrain around the town is suprisingly hilly, especially considering the scrub you have been driving through all day. The transport slows down and comes to a halt, losing all power and falling to the ground. There must be a Hover-destabiliser in the building to the northwest. You and your squadmates scramble out. If the Hover Roads are being drained, the enemy must be approaching.\n\nAfter jogging the rest of the way to Tel-Ignato, You report to the 3rd Division's HQ. You are shown your billets and meet up with the rest of the squad - Every last member survived. Your Graduating ranks are also finalized:\n\n1 Corporal- Gambler.\n\n3 Soldat 1st Class's- Harridan, Nemo and You.\n\n16 Soldats-Psych and the rest of the squad.\n\nYou all get a nanobot regenerative treatment (restore your health to it's maximum), a piece of armour to take cover behind and everyone with a rifle recieves 7 cartridges (add these to your rifle ammo if you have a rifle).\n\nThe squad catches some sack time, knowing that the foe is approaching and they need to be alert as possible..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Battle of Tel-Ignato" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are awakened at 0100 hours by the radio call: 'Battle Stations! 501st squad, head for Hill 4! We don't have much time!'\n\nWell, here we go... A full scale battle... Damn I'm nervous...\n\nGambler, as squad leader, whips the squad into shape. Soon you and the squad are running to Hill 4. You can hear zapping noises, followed by booming. The big guns. You gulp and quicken your pace. After about half an hour you reach the hill, and climb up to meet the 486th squad, safe on the reverse slope. They look exhausted.\n\n'We got rushed early on', their leader explains. 'They took cover in the rocky outcrops on the other slope. You need to get up and support our artillery.' He points to six guns and their crews, each of which are charging up, then firing terrific, massive gouts of plasma.\n\nThe 501st United Guns Infantry Squad moves quietly up to the crest of Hill 4. You study the landscape. The hill is quite steep, but there are numerous rocky outcrops in the hill's lush green grass. On two smaller hills a fair distance away can be seen towers and artillery pieces, presumbaly the enemy's\n\nThe United Guns' artillery battery thunders, all six guns discharging their plasma at the enemy guns on the other hills. The projectiles explode with bright blue flashes, lighting the darkness of night very well. The gunners dive for the ground as the Taktat guns open fire, narrow beams of red rapidly filling the air. Suddenly a searchlight emanates from one of the towers, pinning Gambler in it's glare. His jumpsuit glows and fizzes red as sniper rifles fire out of the darkness. Gambler collapses, gasping. He is unresponsive, as a quick shake proves. You get him carried to the reverse slope of the hill (where he will be safe from the enemy guns), then you assume command over the 501st, and order your squadmates to..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take cover" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your squad takes cover behind your shields as the rapid-firing beams from the Taktat guns seek you out. You wait until the barrage subsides, quite unharmed. The rest of the 501st does the same, and the metal armour shields hold up under the incandescent barrage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The charge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A mass of green-clad troops with evil looking black masks suddenly boils out of the outcrops of rock. They charge, firing Plasma Carbines as they go. A few of your squad drop, and the rest duck under their shields. What do you command your squad to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go prone and fire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Go prone and fire!'\n\nYou figure the artillery behind you will be able to cut the enemy down with ease, so the squad goes prone, still using the shields as cover, and fire from behind them. You drop three, and your squadmates do pretty well themselves as the shock troopers charge up the slope. You are hit on the helmet and you can smell your head smouldering under the heat, which is pretty intense (lose 5 health)\n\nThen, at point blank range, the UG artillery fires. The front line of the charge are incinerated by plasma, and the rest turn and run." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Stay" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wait until the 486th squad comes up to relieve you. Then you get a radio message over your headset:\n\n'Sentinel, I assume you are in command now?' 'I am.' 'On our left flank our enemy is launching a massive assault. We need your squad to distract them with a counter-attack. Just go in deep enough to distract them, then get out. We need all the time you can buy.'" } ]

[ "Historical", "Previously Featured", "Serious", "War" ]

[ 158, 120, 192, 155, 67, 22, 12, 24 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: historical] [Tags: Historical, Serious, War] [Description: A story set in medieval China.\nNote: Even early on in the game you can lose by making a strategically erroneous choice so choose carefully.] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three legendary warlords. One land. Who will rule?\n\nWarlords: Strategic Conquest is a story set in medieval China. Each choice you make will logically determine how your campaign proceeds. Clues to help you select the best choices are woven into the narrative.\n\nBackground story:\n\nIt is 907 A.D., and China has seen better days. Riots spreading like wildfire ended three hundred years of Tang rule. Ordinary citizens overthrew their local politicians, fed up with inept government and rising taxes. The central government responded by increasing the allowance of military power to each province. Amidst the political unrest and military buildup, ambitious warlords everywhere saw a chance to grab their piece of the pie. These absolute leaders, exercising both military and civil power, declared their independence from Tang authority, seized private property, fought each other, and turned order upside down.\n\nChina's power vacuum longs to be filled by someone skilled enough to defeat his opponents and unite the country once again. Three particular warlords stand out:\n\nGovernor Toleron\n\nGrowing up in a poor Southern village, Toleron's childhood was marred by domestic violence. His seldomly employed father spent what little money his family had on liquor and gambling. The more he drank the angrier he would get at not being able to provide for his family. Toleron's mother would often receive the brunt of his father's drunken temper. Toleron stayed home for his mother's sake, but resolved to make a better life for himself. At the age of 20 he finally left home and started his own business as a fabric manufacturer. He worked hard and his company eventually became one of the most profitable businesses in the South. After transferring company ownership to his mother, Toleron joined the Tang army's civilian staff. Thanks to his knack for organization, he soon rose to a high administrative post. After the revolution began, a loyal following of soldiers urged him on to take over the provincial government. Toleron is highly regarded for his expertise in leveraging resources and logistics. Everyone serving under him believes he would make a wise emperor.\n\nGeneral Nahru\n\nAbandoned by his parents at the age of three, Nahru spent his childhood learning the power of violence while fighting for scraps on the streets. After learning what Tang soldiers get paid to do, he immediately enlisted in the army. In battle, Nahru fought fearlessly against Korean revolts and Mongol invasions. After years of heavily decorated service, he was promoted to Supreme Commander of the Northern Forces. He sees the revolution as a golden opportunity to carve out his own empire. Famous for his ruthlessness and hot temper, Nahru inspires as much fear as respect among his own colonels, but that keeps them focused lest they make a career-ending mistake. He is confident that he will one day take over the entire world, and no one would bet against him considering his unblemished battle record.\n\nPresident Min\n\nMin was born into an affluent family in western China. An only child, his mother was overprotective and smothered him with attention. He grew up shy, awkward, and shunned by peers at school. His only constant companions were books. In addition to helping him make excellent grades, the books also cultivated Min's fanciful imagination. He started to notice people's body language and what it would indicate. Over time he honed his communication skills until he could impress anyone he came across. He talked his way into mayorship of a burgeoning western city only a few weeks after graduating from Soh Lin University. Over the years Min has built a reputation as a peerless diplomat. When the rebellions began, several admiring towns voluntarily incorporated themselves into his territory and elected him president. With a persuasive tongue like his, there is no limit to what Min can accomplish.\n\nWho are you?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Governor Toleron" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only one week has passed since you declared yourself Governor of this southern province. The majority of your subjects are ignorant of your ambitions and accomplishments. Outside your core group of devoted followers, precious few bother to differentiate between you and other warlords. To avoid death at the swords of your enemies, you will need to prioritize pressing concerns while juggling outspoken factions.\n\nAfter outfitting your militia, your Treasury is down to 200 yuan. If your Treasury ever reaches negative, you will be unable to pay your Workers or Army their wages. If that ever happens they will become infuriated and quit permanently and your campaign will come to a crashing halt. The peasants who make up the majority of your citizens are unfortunately very poor and thus your tax income is effectively zero. Your Treasury adviser suggests an idea to mass cultivate lychees, a small red fruit with juicy white flesh native to the South. Since lychees can only be grown in your Southern soil, exporting them to the North guarantees ample returns. It requires an investment of 75 yuan to plant the seeds, and patience to wait for the trees to mature. (If you make this choice, 75 yuan will be deducted from your current Treasury total. Two turns after that, 150 yuan will be added to your Treasury, then 300 yuan the turn immediately after that one, 600 yuan the turn immediately following, and so on.)\n\nYour Army is fierce, loyal, and small. Although there are no warlords with much larger forces in your immediate area, there are several nearby warlords rivaling you in power who each itch to add your territory to his realm. Your colonels report that a pay increase for your Army would raise conscription considerably, giving you a much stronger fighting force. (You begin with a Small army, which costs you 25 yuan in upkeep cost per turn. If you make this choice your Army will go from Small to Large, and cost you 75 yuan in upkeep cost per turn, effective immediately. No further upgrades are available for your army in this story.)\n\nMeanwhile, the professionals toiling for your government- masons, accountants, carpenters, iron workers, tailors, etc- are imploring for higher wages. Your advisers would like you to attract more capable skilled Workers to your domain as well, as peasantry does not exactly provide the best pool of candidates to help run a kingdom. (Your Workers begin with a rating of Low and costing you 25 yuan in wages per turn. If you make this choice your Workers rating will go from Low to High, and cost you 75 yuan in upkeep cost per turn, effective immediately. No further upgrades are available for your Workers.)\n\nThe Buddhist temple has yet to endorse any warlord for emperor. While Buddhism has propagated throughout China, your province is somehow the lone exception. Seeing an opportunity to gain more followers, the leaders of the religion request your donations and conversion to Buddhism in exchange for their support. Improving your relations with the Temple will ensure a favorable reputation with citizens of other kingdoms throughout China. (Your rating with the Buddhists starts at Low. If you make this choice a one-time cost of 50 yuan will be deducted from your Treasury and your rating will become High for the duration of the story.)\n\nFinally, there are still millions of people in your region who are undecided about which warlord to back. A sympathetic populace hides your person from enemy assassins. Your advisers tell you about a recent torrential mudslide that devastated the countryside where farmers live and work and ruined much of their infrastructure. The leaders of the peasants are pleading for help in repairing the destroyed houses and equipment. Aiding the peasants will ensure that the Masses are loyal to you. (Your rating with the Masses starts at Low. If you make this choice a one-time cost of 25 yuan will be deducted from your Treasury and your rating will become High for the duration of the story.)\n\nWhat do you do first:\n\n(The numbers in parentheses ( ) next to a faction in the Status Box signifies its per-turn upkeep cost to be effected on your Treasury after this turn is complete and before the next turn begins. The numbers in braces { } in the Status Box signify the one-time cost to upgrade the status of that particular faction.)\n\nTreasury: 200 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: Low {-25}\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pay Workers more money (-75 yuan per turn instead of -25 per turn)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Treasury: 100 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: Low {-25}\n\nWorkers: High (-75)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}\n\nYou announce salary raises for your professional Workers. They are happy to hear the news and your government's administrative efficiency improves greatly.\n\nHowever, the peasants grow envious of the Workers and look down on you for attending to your Workers before them. As a result they give their support to other warlords. Without the Masses' base of support, your realm remains susceptible to sabotage. One nearby warlord raids your grain silo and pilfers the winter's supply of rice. Another burns an armory of your troops' weapons.\n\nOne night you are awakened by loud noises outside your sleeping tent. You open the door to see what is happening and see your personal bodyguards being cut down by a group of assassins. You recognize several peasants among them.\n\n\"Your death will be quick. Commander Wan is a merciful man,\" the one closest to you says as he chops your head off as a trophy for their leader." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only one week has passed since you declared yourself Governor of this southern province. The majority of your subjects are ignorant of your ambitions and accomplishments. Outside your core group of devoted followers, precious few bother to differentiate between you and other warlords. To avoid death at the swords of your enemies, you will need to prioritize pressing concerns while juggling outspoken factions.\n\nAfter outfitting your militia, your Treasury is down to 200 yuan. If your Treasury ever reaches negative, you will be unable to pay your Workers or Army their wages. If that ever happens they will become infuriated and quit permanently and your campaign will come to a crashing halt. The peasants who make up the majority of your citizens are unfortunately very poor and thus your tax income is effectively zero. Your Treasury adviser suggests an idea to mass cultivate lychees, a small red fruit with juicy white flesh native to the South. Since lychees can only be grown in your Southern soil, exporting them to the North guarantees ample returns. It requires an investment of 75 yuan to plant the seeds, and patience to wait for the trees to mature. (If you make this choice, 75 yuan will be deducted from your current Treasury total. Two turns after that, 150 yuan will be added to your Treasury, then 300 yuan the turn immediately after that one, 600 yuan the turn immediately following, and so on.)\n\nYour Army is fierce, loyal, and small. Although there are no warlords with much larger forces in your immediate area, there are several nearby warlords rivaling you in power who each itch to add your territory to his realm. Your colonels report that a pay increase for your Army would raise conscription considerably, giving you a much stronger fighting force. (You begin with a Small army, which costs you 25 yuan in upkeep cost per turn. If you make this choice your Army will go from Small to Large, and cost you 75 yuan in upkeep cost per turn, effective immediately. No further upgrades are available for your army in this story.)\n\nMeanwhile, the professionals toiling for your government- masons, accountants, carpenters, iron workers, tailors, etc- are imploring for higher wages. Your advisers would like you to attract more capable skilled Workers to your domain as well, as peasantry does not exactly provide the best pool of candidates to help run a kingdom. (Your Workers begin with a rating of Low and costing you 25 yuan in wages per turn. If you make this choice your Workers rating will go from Low to High, and cost you 75 yuan in upkeep cost per turn, effective immediately. No further upgrades are available for your Workers.)\n\nThe Buddhist temple has yet to endorse any warlord for emperor. While Buddhism has propagated throughout China, your province is somehow the lone exception. Seeing an opportunity to gain more followers, the leaders of the religion request your donations and conversion to Buddhism in exchange for their support. Improving your relations with the Temple will ensure a favorable reputation with citizens of other kingdoms throughout China. (Your rating with the Buddhists starts at Low. If you make this choice a one-time cost of 50 yuan will be deducted from your Treasury and your rating will become High for the duration of the story.)\n\nFinally, there are still millions of people in your region who are undecided about which warlord to back. A sympathetic populace hides your person from enemy assassins. Your advisers tell you about a recent torrential mudslide that devastated the countryside where farmers live and work and ruined much of their infrastructure. The leaders of the peasants are pleading for help in repairing the destroyed houses and equipment. Aiding the peasants will ensure that the Masses are loyal to you. (Your rating with the Masses starts at Low. If you make this choice a one-time cost of 25 yuan will be deducted from your Treasury and your rating will become High for the duration of the story.)\n\nWhat do you do first:\n\n(The numbers in parentheses ( ) next to a faction in the Status Box signifies its per-turn upkeep cost to be effected on your Treasury after this turn is complete and before the next turn begins. The numbers in braces { } in the Status Box signify the one-time cost to upgrade the status of that particular faction.)\n\nTreasury: 200 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: Low {-25}\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You gain the respect of foreign citizens by becoming a member of the Buddhist Temple (-50 yuan)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Treasury: 100 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: Low {-25}\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: High\n\nYou donate a large chunk of funds to the temple. The high monks are overjoyed by your generosity and invite you to the nearest monastery for a lavish conversion ceremony. Facing a bronze idol of Buddha and lit red candles, you chant newly learned Buddhist hymns alongside monks in saffron colored robes. The monks compliment your devotion and spread word of your piousness far and wide.\n\nBack home however, your subjects deride you for throwing your precious yuan away currying favor with foreigners. The Masses, angry that you did not help them with their repairs, decide to give their support to other warlords. While it is nice to be liked by foreigners, you are not yet powerful enough to attract them to your kingdom, so they remain merely subjects of other warlords.\n\nWithout the Masses' base of support, your realm remains susceptible to sabotage. One nearby warlord raids your grain silo and pilfers the winter's supply of rice. Another burns an armory of your troops' weapons.\n\nOne night you are awakened by loud noises outside your sleeping tent. You open the door to see what is happening and see your personal bodyguards being cut down by a group of assassins. You recognize several peasants among them.\n\n\"Your death will be quick. Commander Wan is a merciful man,\" the one closest to you says as he chops your head off as a trophy for their leader." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only one week has passed since you declared yourself Governor of this southern province. The majority of your subjects are ignorant of your ambitions and accomplishments. Outside your core group of devoted followers, precious few bother to differentiate between you and other warlords. To avoid death at the swords of your enemies, you will need to prioritize pressing concerns while juggling outspoken factions.\n\nAfter outfitting your militia, your Treasury is down to 200 yuan. If your Treasury ever reaches negative, you will be unable to pay your Workers or Army their wages. If that ever happens they will become infuriated and quit permanently and your campaign will come to a crashing halt. The peasants who make up the majority of your citizens are unfortunately very poor and thus your tax income is effectively zero. Your Treasury adviser suggests an idea to mass cultivate lychees, a small red fruit with juicy white flesh native to the South. Since lychees can only be grown in your Southern soil, exporting them to the North guarantees ample returns. It requires an investment of 75 yuan to plant the seeds, and patience to wait for the trees to mature. (If you make this choice, 75 yuan will be deducted from your current Treasury total. Two turns after that, 150 yuan will be added to your Treasury, then 300 yuan the turn immediately after that one, 600 yuan the turn immediately following, and so on.)\n\nYour Army is fierce, loyal, and small. Although there are no warlords with much larger forces in your immediate area, there are several nearby warlords rivaling you in power who each itch to add your territory to his realm. Your colonels report that a pay increase for your Army would raise conscription considerably, giving you a much stronger fighting force. (You begin with a Small army, which costs you 25 yuan in upkeep cost per turn. If you make this choice your Army will go from Small to Large, and cost you 75 yuan in upkeep cost per turn, effective immediately. No further upgrades are available for your army in this story.)\n\nMeanwhile, the professionals toiling for your government- masons, accountants, carpenters, iron workers, tailors, etc- are imploring for higher wages. Your advisers would like you to attract more capable skilled Workers to your domain as well, as peasantry does not exactly provide the best pool of candidates to help run a kingdom. (Your Workers begin with a rating of Low and costing you 25 yuan in wages per turn. If you make this choice your Workers rating will go from Low to High, and cost you 75 yuan in upkeep cost per turn, effective immediately. No further upgrades are available for your Workers.)\n\nThe Buddhist temple has yet to endorse any warlord for emperor. While Buddhism has propagated throughout China, your province is somehow the lone exception. Seeing an opportunity to gain more followers, the leaders of the religion request your donations and conversion to Buddhism in exchange for their support. Improving your relations with the Temple will ensure a favorable reputation with citizens of other kingdoms throughout China. (Your rating with the Buddhists starts at Low. If you make this choice a one-time cost of 50 yuan will be deducted from your Treasury and your rating will become High for the duration of the story.)\n\nFinally, there are still millions of people in your region who are undecided about which warlord to back. A sympathetic populace hides your person from enemy assassins. Your advisers tell you about a recent torrential mudslide that devastated the countryside where farmers live and work and ruined much of their infrastructure. The leaders of the peasants are pleading for help in repairing the destroyed houses and equipment. Aiding the peasants will ensure that the Masses are loyal to you. (Your rating with the Masses starts at Low. If you make this choice a one-time cost of 25 yuan will be deducted from your Treasury and your rating will become High for the duration of the story.)\n\nWhat do you do first:\n\n(The numbers in parentheses ( ) next to a faction in the Status Box signifies its per-turn upkeep cost to be effected on your Treasury after this turn is complete and before the next turn begins. The numbers in braces { } in the Status Box signify the one-time cost to upgrade the status of that particular faction.)\n\nTreasury: 200 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: Low {-25}\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ensure the support of the Masses by paying for their repairs (-25 yuan)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Treasury: 125 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}\n\nYou travel to the mudslide devastated community and distribute donations. Sunburned peasants give you wide gap-toothed grins as you walk among them. Some applaud when you grab a two-handed saw and help remove a tree toppled over the middle of a road.\n\nWord spreads of your leadership during the relief effort. The populace now believes that you share their priorities and values. You become the people's favorite throughout the South.\n\nYour citizens now work together with your police to ward off infiltrators. Neighboring warlords no longer bother sending saboteurs or assassins to your realm. As a result your small Army's morale temporarily spikes.\n\nYour Treasury adviser reports that, although your Treasury has been dramatically reduced, you still possess just enough yuan to make the fiscal investment that will ensure you do not go broke. The Buddhist temple chastises your lack of piousness, but otherwise does not frown upon you for tending to your people. Some government professionals complain about not getting a raise, but most remain optimistic and continue to work for your benefit. They even finish construction on a castle, a sturdy, gated structure that will serve as your residence and enhance your capital's defenses.\n\nYou listen to news from faraway lands. The northern empire of General Nahru is experiencing internal turmoil and the General is barely holding onto his own life. He will not pose any threat to you, at least for now. Your other main rival, President Min, has been seen traveling East in your direction. He reportedly met with several minor warlords nearby. Other warlords had been skirmishing back and forth among each other, but none had acquired enough power to be worth your time.\n\nWhile the chaos in China has been wearing on the populace, hope has not been lost. The people long for a capable leader who will bring peace and create a sound economic environment. They say they would be willing to secede from their kingdom and join such a leader if one were to emerge.\n\nYour next move...\n\nTreasury: 125 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pay Workers more money (-75 yuan instead of -25)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Treasury: 25 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: High (-75)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}\n\nYou announce salary raises for your professional Workers. They are happy to hear the news and your government's administrative efficiency greatly improves.\n\nJust days later, you hear to your surprise that President Min and his allies have marched their armies to a position a few miles outside your castle. \"No rest for the weary,\" you mutter to yourself.\n\nYour militia knocks on every door rallying citizens to help defend your city. The next day, Min and his allies unfurl a large white banner half a mile away from your castle. It reads:\n\n\"Astute Governor Toleron, we offer you a proposition. If you relinquish your claim to China and open your castle gate, we will spare the lives of everyone inside. Otherwise we will have no choice but to lay siege to your castle. At that point, we will no longer show mercy.\"\n\nYou keep your gate closed. They stay true to their word and blockade your castle. Weeks pass, but your citizenry's faith in your guidance keeps their spirits high. The attacking force, on the other hand, begins to lose cohesiveness. One warlord cites your small Army and insists on launching a full scale attack on your walls. Another advocates a long-term siege, using their pooled advantage in resources to wear you out, taking years if need be. Another has citizens back home pushing for more attention to other matters and would rather call off the attack completely. President Min is unsure of what to do. He is not quite prepared for actual bloodshed, thinking originally that his larger forces would induce your surrender. On the other hand, resigning so easily would be a bitter pill to swallow. After much bickering and deliberation, they halfheartedly send their troops to attack your walls.\n\nFoot soldiers carrying rope ladders charge at your parapets. Your archers respond with barrages of burning arrows. Many attackers expire before reaching your walls. The ones who do encounter dense fire as they climb up their ladders. Some fall to their doom when your warriors cut through their rope. Those who manage to reach the top meet ferocious resistance from everyone stationed inside. Sparks fly between clanging swords while crimson blood flows readily over the battleground.\n\nYour ranks gradually shrink, but for each of your warriors killed in battle, the invaders lose five of theirs. Without a strong leader, the remaining attackers outside your castle lose their resolve and give up. Remnants of the invading force disperse, to the cheers of your triumphant defenders.\n\nWarlords all over China learn of your improbable victory. Many now think so little of President Min that he will never wield much diplomatic influence again. Unfortunately, your outlook is no brighter. Raising your workforce's wages without first improving cash flow has depleted your funds. You will not be able to keep both your Workers and Army.\n\nYou allocate your remaining resources to your military since it keeps you safe. Soon, your professionals desert you, leading to inefficiency throughout your kingdom. Your castle falls into disrepair, military supplies dwindle, and rations become scarce.\n\nWhen General Nahru regains control of his forces and leads one million troops to your castle a couple of months later, your city is already at half-strength. Unlike President Min, General Nahru's army is stout and well trained. They surround your castle and quickly overwhelm your defenses. All of your troops eventually die in battle.\n\nAs you meet for the last time with your most trusted advisers in your throne room, General Nahru's commandos barge inside without warning. They forcefully bind you and your advisers' hands behind your backs. You are then all led blindfolded to a gravelly patch of soil outside. Haunting regrets and pleasant memories slowly float into your mind.\n\n\"Ready.\"\n\n\"Aim.\"\n\n\"Fire!\"\n\nYour spirit leaves its arrow-riddled body before your head hits the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Treasury: 125 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}\n\nYou travel to the mudslide devastated community and distribute donations. Sunburned peasants give you wide gap-toothed grins as you walk among them. Some applaud when you grab a two-handed saw and help remove a tree toppled over the middle of a road.\n\nWord spreads of your leadership during the relief effort. The populace now believes that you share their priorities and values. You become the people's favorite throughout the South.\n\nYour citizens now work together with your police to ward off infiltrators. Neighboring warlords no longer bother sending saboteurs or assassins to your realm. As a result your small Army's morale temporarily spikes.\n\nYour Treasury adviser reports that, although your Treasury has been dramatically reduced, you still possess just enough yuan to make the fiscal investment that will ensure you do not go broke. The Buddhist temple chastises your lack of piousness, but otherwise does not frown upon you for tending to your people. Some government professionals complain about not getting a raise, but most remain optimistic and continue to work for your benefit. They even finish construction on a castle, a sturdy, gated structure that will serve as your residence and enhance your capital's defenses.\n\nYou listen to news from faraway lands. The northern empire of General Nahru is experiencing internal turmoil and the General is barely holding onto his own life. He will not pose any threat to you, at least for now. Your other main rival, President Min, has been seen traveling East in your direction. He reportedly met with several minor warlords nearby. Other warlords had been skirmishing back and forth among each other, but none had acquired enough power to be worth your time.\n\nWhile the chaos in China has been wearing on the populace, hope has not been lost. The people long for a capable leader who will bring peace and create a sound economic environment. They say they would be willing to secede from their kingdom and join such a leader if one were to emerge.\n\nYour next move...\n\nTreasury: 125 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You gain the respect of foreign citizens by becoming a member of the Buddhist Temple (-50 yuan)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Treasury: 25 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: High\n\nYou donate a large chunk of funds to the temple. The high monks are overjoyed by your generosity and invite you to the nearest monastery for a lavish conversion ceremony. Facing a bronze idol of Buddha and lit red candles, you chant newly learned Buddhist hymns alongside monks in saffron colored robes. The monks compliment your devotion and spread word of your piousness far and wide.\n\nCitizens throughout China approve of you. Unfortunately, you are not yet powerful enough to attract immigrants to your kingdom. They remain subjects of other warlords. You return home.\n\nUpon arrival, you hear to your surprise that President Min and his allies have marched their armies to a position a few miles outside your castle. \"No rest for the weary,\" you mutter to yourself.\n\nYour militia knocks on every door rallying citizens to help defend your city. The next day, Min and his allies unfurl a large white banner half a mile away from your castle. It reads:\n\n\"Astute Governor Toleron, we offer you a proposition. If you relinquish your claim to China and open your castle gate, we will spare the lives of everyone inside. Otherwise we will have no choice but to lay siege to your castle. At that point, we will no longer show mercy.\"\n\nYou keep your gate closed. They stay true to their word and blockade your castle. Weeks pass, but your citizenry's faith in your guidance keeps their spirits high. The attacking force, on the other hand, begins to lose cohesiveness. One warlord cites your small Army and insists on launching a full scale attack on your walls. Another advocates a long-term siege, using their pooled advantage in resources to wear you out, taking years if need be. Another has citizens back home pushing for more attention to other matters and would rather call off the attack completely. President Min is unsure of what to do. He is not quite prepared for actual bloodshed, thinking originally that his larger forces would induce your surrender. On the other hand, resigning so easily would be a bitter pill to swallow. After much bickering and deliberation, they halfheartedly send their troops to attack your walls.\n\nFoot soldiers carrying rope ladders charge at your parapets. Your archers respond with barrages of burning arrows. Many attackers expire before reaching your walls. The ones who do encounter dense fire as they climb up their ladders. Some fall to their doom when your warriors cut through their rope. Those who manage to reach the top meet ferocious resistance from everyone stationed inside. Sparks fly between clanging swords while crimson blood flows readily over the battleground.\n\nYour ranks gradually shrink, but for each of your warriors killed in battle, the invaders lose five of theirs. Without a strong leader, the remaining attackers outside your castle lose their resolve and give up. Remnants of the invading force disperse, to the cheers of your triumphant defenders.\n\nWarlords all over China learn of your improbable victory. Many now think so little of President Min that he will never wield much diplomatic influence again. Unfortunately, your outlook is no brighter. Raising your workforce's wages without first improving cash flow has depleted your funds. You will not be able to keep both your Workers and Army.\n\nYou allocate your remaining resources to your military since it keeps you safe. Soon, your professionals desert you, leading to inefficiency throughout your kingdom. Your castle falls into disrepair, military supplies dwindle, and rations become scarce.\n\nWhen General Nahru regains control of his forces and leads one million troops to your castle a couple of months later, your city is already at half-strength. Unlike President Min, General Nahru's army is stout and well trained. They surround your castle and quickly overwhelm your defenses. All of your troops eventually die in battle.\n\nAs you meet for the last time with your most trusted advisers in your throne room, General Nahru's commandos barge inside without warning. They forcefully bind you and your advisers' hands behind your backs. You are then all led blindfolded to a gravelly patch of soil outside. Haunting regrets and pleasant memories slowly float into your mind.\n\n\"Ready.\"\n\n\"Aim.\"\n\n\"Fire!\"\n\nYour spirit leaves its arrow-riddled body before your head hits the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Treasury: 125 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}\n\nYou travel to the mudslide devastated community and distribute donations. Sunburned peasants give you wide gap-toothed grins as you walk among them. Some applaud when you grab a two-handed saw and help remove a tree toppled over the middle of a road.\n\nWord spreads of your leadership during the relief effort. The populace now believes that you share their priorities and values. You become the people's favorite throughout the South.\n\nYour citizens now work together with your police to ward off infiltrators. Neighboring warlords no longer bother sending saboteurs or assassins to your realm. As a result your small Army's morale temporarily spikes.\n\nYour Treasury adviser reports that, although your Treasury has been dramatically reduced, you still possess just enough yuan to make the fiscal investment that will ensure you do not go broke. The Buddhist temple chastises your lack of piousness, but otherwise does not frown upon you for tending to your people. Some government professionals complain about not getting a raise, but most remain optimistic and continue to work for your benefit. They even finish construction on a castle, a sturdy, gated structure that will serve as your residence and enhance your capital's defenses.\n\nYou listen to news from faraway lands. The northern empire of General Nahru is experiencing internal turmoil and the General is barely holding onto his own life. He will not pose any threat to you, at least for now. Your other main rival, President Min, has been seen traveling East in your direction. He reportedly met with several minor warlords nearby. Other warlords had been skirmishing back and forth among each other, but none had acquired enough power to be worth your time.\n\nWhile the chaos in China has been wearing on the populace, hope has not been lost. The people long for a capable leader who will bring peace and create a sound economic environment. They say they would be willing to secede from their kingdom and join such a leader if one were to emerge.\n\nYour next move...\n\nTreasury: 125 yuan {-75}\n Army: Small (-25)\nMasses: High\n\nWorkers: Low (-25)\nBuddhists: Low {-50}" } ]

[ "Drama", "Serious" ]

[ 176, 116, 189, 107, 38, 28, 16, 23 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: love & dating.\nSet the scene with these themes: Drama, Serious.\n\n\nA story about the style of second love.\nThere are five possible endings to this game. Your score will effect your ending! Be mindful that this is my first storygame, so it probably won't be that good. Looking for constructive criticism in the comments section :3 Have fun!\n~Haruhi Suzumiya\nThank you for all your comments (*^^*)\n* Updated: Realized I made a ridiculous amount of errors in the storygame...probably still some left.\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She visits you every night, in every single dream. Even though it's been years since that happened, you still haven't been able to forget her smile. Fragmented memories of her were all you were left with.\n\nYou just can't move on. That would be like betraying her.\n\nSachiko, why did you leave me behind?\n\nIt broke your heart when she vanished from the world. You never got the chance to say goodbye. When you think of the all the things you two never got to do, you can't help bursting in tears. You wished you had told her how important she was to you.\n\nYou just never got the chance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sachiko" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The airport was packed with people. You stared at the crowd of Chinese tourists as you willed yourself not to cry. Why should you cry? Crying is for babies, and you're in elementary school.\n\nSachiko is only going on a holiday for a month or so. She'll be back before Christmas. And I can start texting her when she gets off the plane. I'm gonna bury her in snowballs when she gets back!\n\n\"Hey, Keito! You rude little boy,\" your mother calls. \"Aren't you going to say goodbye? After all, they'll be away. So don't be rude and bid them farewell!\"\n\nYou groaned and flipped your phone shut. \"Mom, you make it sound like Sachiko is leaving forever! And you made me lose my game progress, damn!\"\n\nThe adults chuckle. Obviously, breaking school records in Space Invaders isn't that important to any of them.\n\nSachiko's arms wrapped around your shoulders. \"You'll miss me when I'm gone, won't you Keito?\"\n\nOf course you will. You and Sachiko are childhood friends. You still remember clearly the day you first met her, on the first day of kindergarten. The day she swore to be with you forever.\n\nBut in front of the adults, you had to keep your cool. \"Why would I miss you?\" you say. \"It's four weeks, and it's been quite a while since our neighborhood had some peace and quiet.\" The last statement is true.\n\n\"You are a terrible liar!\" she grinned, giving you a playful push. \"Well, I will miss you, Keito!\"\n\nShe smiles brightly and disappeared among the crowd with her family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Never saw her again..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was on the news.\n\nShortly before landing, the plane Sachiko and her family was on burst into flames and plummeted into the Pacific Ocean. Apparently, someone had brought explosives on board and accidently set it on fire. And it doesn't take long four an aircraft to explode. Before they could get a single rescue party out there, the plane had already sunk, trapping all the passengers inside.\n\nThey had limited details of the event as the plane is already deserted among the waves.\n\nOne thing they made obvious though, was that there were no survivors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four years later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hate exams. It is the best you can do to not fall asleep in the classroom. You don't get what's taking your classmates so long to finish such simple math exam. You finished almost ten minutes ago, and looking around, you can see people still on the third or fourth question. The people in this class don't seem very bright.\n\nYou slam your arm on the table. A bit too carelessly. Your pen rolls off the table lands right beside a nylon schoolbag. Whoops.\n\nBefore you can react, a small bony hand reaches down and whisks the pen off the ground. You look up to see the spitting image of Sachiko smiling at you.\n\n\"Heyo,\" she whispers softly, twirling the pen between her fingers. \"is this yours?\"\n\nYou nod, speechless. For a moment there, you thought Sachiko had come back. Blinking furiously, you snatch the pen back. \"Yeah. Thanks...and sorry. You finished the exam?\"\n\n\"Of course!\" she beams. \"It was more on the easy side to me. I've always been good at math. In fact it's probably the only darn thing I'm good at. I mean...I'm not exactly the academic type.\"\n\nA buzzer rings, signaling the end of the exam. Groans and sighs echoed through the classroom. You can't help but laugh a little.\n\nThe blond-haired girl taps you on the shoulder. \"My name is Yuina, by the way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time together" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Yuina instantly become friends. Some people in your class would even tease you about being her boyfriend. It feels nice to spend time with her, but you just can't look her in the eye. She looks too much like Sachiko. Her face, voice and vibe resembled her so intensely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aquarium" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look at all these fish!\" Yuina squeals. \"They are so cute! See this one? It's tiny!\"\n\nThe Aqua Palace was totally crowded with tourists. Its the weekends, so it's to be expected. But today was worse because most people in the aquarium were screaming.\n\nYuina grabs your hand. \"Hey, Keito, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a fish?\"\n\nNo.\n\n\"When I was little, I watched a documentary about marine life. The underwater scenery was beautiful! So colorful! I've been in love with the sea ever since. It would be so fun, I think, swimming in the ocean all day. And nobody would ever tell you to get out when it's getting late!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Yuina instantly become friends. Some people in your class would even tease you about being her boyfriend. It feels nice to spend time with her, but you just can't look her in the eye. She looks too much like Sachiko. Her face, voice and vibe resembled her so intensely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drama Club" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's the clubroom! I wonder if anyone's inside. Can you come in with me, Keito?\"\n\nYou don't get why Yuina wants to join the drama club. She doesn't look like the kind of girl to be interested in performing. You had decided to come with her, as you have nothing to do anyway.\n\nShe knocks on the door, grinning like a maniac.\n\nThere was no response, so the two of you walk in anyway. Junk is scattered everywhere. Cardboard boxes are piled up to the ceiling like a fortress of some sort.\n\nA note was taped to the blackboard.\n\nThe performing arts club has been disbanded. The literacy club will be moving in soon. Those who are interested in reading and writing, please see Aisha Wilson from class 2-E.\n\n\"So there's no drama club anymore,\" she mutters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Yuina instantly become friends. Some people in your class would even tease you about being her boyfriend. It feels nice to spend time with her, but you just can't look her in the eye. She looks too much like Sachiko. Her face, voice and vibe resembled her so intensely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beach" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yuina bombs into the ocean. You seriously don't believe she can't swim.\n\n\"Kyaaah!\" she squeals, thrashing around. \"The water's cold, Keito! Argh, it's the middle of winter!\"\n\nYou just laugh, splashing some water on her face. \"Think of this as survival training! Anyway, this is your idea! You love the ocean, right?\"\n\nShe pokes her tongue out. \"Not when it's being splashed into my eye! You are supposed to be teaching me how to swim! You are...\"\n\nShe didn't get to finish. You watch with your mouth open as Yuina gets swept away by an enormous wave.\n\nHer scream brought you back to your senses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Yuina instantly become friends. Some people in your class would even tease you about being her boyfriend. It feels nice to spend time with her, but you just can't look her in the eye. She looks too much like Sachiko. Her face, voice and vibe resembled her so intensely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Birthday" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You remember your 6th birthday clearly.\n\nYour parents had organized a very special pool party for you. You were looking forward to it, because Sachiko was invited.\n\n\"Keito dear,\" you mother sighs, \"it looks like Sachiko is not coming. She's already half an hour late. We're gonna have to start eating without her, or the food will go cold.\"\n\n\"But Sakko pinky promised she will come!\" you protested. \"Sakko is definitely coming. She won't break a pinky promise!\"\n\n\"Look, the food is getting cold. And you can't keep the guests waiting forever. It's not polite.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Yuina instantly become friends. Some people in your class would even tease you about being her boyfriend. It feels nice to spend time with her, but you just can't look her in the eye. She looks too much like Sachiko. Her face, voice and vibe resembled her so intensely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Valentine's Day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Valentine's Day is always full of chocolate, flowers and love confessions. Stuff you were only interested in when Sachiko was alive.\n\nThis year, Valentine's Day is on a Monday. A school day. This could mean trouble for the teachers. Blocking out the giggles and screams, you try to keep your head down and study.\n\nA familiar voice interrupts you. \"Keito! Want some chocolate? I got heaps! We can share!\"\n\nYou rub your eyes. For a split second there, you thought she was Sachiko. It just can't be her though.\n\nThe dead don't come back, do they?\n\nBefore you can reply, a burnt chocolate was shoved in your mouth. A very burnt chocolate.\n\n\"You call this food?\" you choke out. \"Even someone on the brink of death won't eat this if they had the choice!\"\n\n\"How cruel!\" she cries. \"I made them especially for you!\"" } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Edgelord", "Fantasy", "Grimdark", "Horror", "Previously Featured" ]

[ 64, 57, 67, 53, 23, 8, 6, 21 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: horror\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Contest Entry, Edgelord, Fantasy, Grimdark, Horror\nUse this as a starting point: Take control of Samuel, a young man thrust into a world of bloodthirsty creatures of the night, howling beasts cursed by the moon, horrifying demons and worse.\nThis is our entry for Bucky's 2016 Halloween Contest. Enjoy!\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The night is cold, dark and starless. The only light other than the candle Mama clutches in her hand comes from the moon, whose once bright, white, inviting and warm light is now deep red, like it's been splattered with blood. You're curled up with your two sisters, Ivana and Lilia, with Mama sitting over you, her candle in one hand and a wooden crucifix in the other. Papa is nailing boards to keep the door shut, hastily trying to give you some extra protection.\n\nIt's the Night of the Blood Moon. You've never been through one, the last happening less than a year before your birth, but now, after another twelve years, it had arrived. Your eldest brother, Dornan, told stories about it, stories that chilled you to the bone, that kept you from sleep, that gave birth to the horrors of your nightmares. If even a fraction of what Dornan said is true, the screams should begin soon.\n\n\"Mama?\" Lilia asks.\n\n\"Hush, darling,\" Mama replies, as Papa finishes boarding up the door and grabs his shotgun from it's place on the wall. He takes his spot next to you, his gun pointed at the door, and you wait.\n\nThe screams start soon. Howls of pain and terror from other houses of the town. Ivana is old enough to know to stay quiet, but Lilia soon starts to cry. Mama desperately tries to hush her six year old daughter, but to no avail.\n\n\"Sssh! Sssh, darling! It's alright, you just must stay quiet!\" Papa says.\n\nSuddenly, a tall, dark shadow passes by the window. Papa immediately grabs his shotgun, frantically raising it to his shoulder. The shadow disappears, and Papa breaths a sigh of relief.\n\n\"Scared of something?\" a deep, guttural voice says from behind you.\n\nPapa turns, firing his shotgun as the monster speeds forward. It grabs Papa's throat with unnatural speed, smiling as it holds him in the air, strangling him.\n\nThe monster looks hideous. It's dreadfully pale, it's face twisted with hate, and looks to be hairless. It's eyes are completely black, like the endless darkness of its soul, and it's mouth is filled with mangled teeth with two large fangs, curved and bloodstained, with even more blood pouring down its face. The creature snarls, before smiling as it turns to look at you and your siblings.\n\n\"Ah... so young... so fresh...\" the vampire says, licking it's lipless mouth with a forked tongue. \"Peasant, your daughters are mine. Don't struggle.\"\n\nThe vampire tosses Papa to the ground, turning towards your siblings.\n\n\"No! No! You will not take my daughters!\" Father says, grabbing for his gun.\n\nThe monster strikes, smashing it's boot into Papa's head.\n\n\"How dare you?!\" the monster screams. \"I gave you your land, I gave you your house, I give you your life!\"\n\nThe monster begins walking toward Papa, who desperately crawls back to the wall.\n\n\"I keep the beasts away from the village! I let you roam the night all but one night every twelve years! I don't ask for your wife, to allow you to sire more. I don't ask for your son, to leave you a legacy. I only ask for your daughters! How dare you attempt to deny me that?\"\n\nAs the vampire walks towards Papa, his fangs bared, you see a chance to get Papa's shotgun. Still, you don't want to anger the vampire further. Perhaps the best option is to hope for the beast's mercy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab for the gun" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You scuttle forward for the gun, grabbing it. You aim it at the vampire, grabbing the trigger and pulling it tightly.\n\nThe gun explodes, sending you falling back with the recoil and smacking into the wall with a painful thud. The vampire roars as buckshot slams into his back. He grabs your father by the head, twisting with inhuman speed as your hear a painful snap. Then, he turns, staring at you. He snarls, walking forward quickly. You reach for the gun again, but he steps on your hand as you yelp in pain.\n\n\"You dare shoot me? I have lived millennia, you think you'll be the one to end my life?\" the hunter snarls, before laughing, a horrible, terrifying noise. \"You have balls, little one.\"\n\nYou stare at the monster in front of you, trying to stare him, but you see nothing but hate and unquenching thirst behind his eyes.\n\n\"Yes... I see strength in you. Potential. I have an offer for you, as the newfound man of the house. Join me. Let me take you on as my... apprentice. As my servant. As my slave. As whatever I need you to be. In exchange for your servitude, I offer you not only your life, but the life of your mother and sisters.\"\n\nYou stare at the monster, whose eyes narrow as he waits for you answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"OK,\" you say, gulping.\n\nThe vampire smiles, perhaps in an attempt to calm you, but the way his smile curves upwards seems unnatural. It's like the smile of a wolf who has found a young, bleating lamb all by itself.\n\n\"Perfect,\" the vampire says, dropping you to the ground.\n\nThe monster walks out of the hut, barking out a single order.\n\n\"Follow,\" he commands.\n\nYou walk outside to the glow of the red moon, seeing a dozen bodies, pale from blood draining, lying on the street. A single carriage lies there, with a hunch-backed man sitting there, wearing a low-down bowler hat, a balaclava and a large coat that cover his appearance.\n\n\"Haygarth! We're finished here. I've fed,\" the vampire growls.\n\nThe hunch-back nods eagerly, grabbing the reigns of the horses.\n\n\"Yes, sir, ready to go, sir!\" Haygarth says eagerly. \"And the boy?\"\n\n\"He is mine,\" the vampire says, as he steps into the carriage.\n\n\"Yes sir, yes sir! Up front, boy! Quickly!\" Haygarth says.\n\nYou quickly walk up to the carriage, climbing into the shotgun seat of the carriage. Haygarth seems badly deformed, clearly attempting to cover his appearance with his large coat, low hat and balaclava, but he still looks monstrous. Haygarth quickly stirs the horses into a trot, as you leave the town that's always been your home.\n\n\"You're to serve Count Grey?\" the hunchback asks.\n\n\"Yes,\" you say, barely coming to terms with the fact.\n\n\"Hmm... we'll see how long you last,\" Haygarth says. \"Yes, we'll see...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three Years Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit on the ground, scrubbing the cold stone floor of the Grey Castle, named as much for its cold, lifeless demeanor as much as its owner. Haygarth stands over you, watching as he makes sure you do a proper job cleaning the blood stains that cover the ground, a remainder of the last girl foolish enough to be out at night.\n\nSo far, your job has been simple. You have little contact with Count Grey, as you work in the day and sleep at night, whilst he sleeps in the day, coming out at night to hunt, feed, plan and much more. Mostly, Haygarth forces you to work at any job he sees fit. He seems to think you're little different from a pack horse, working you as hard as them. If anything, he's feeding the pack horses better. You see your role in the castle as a servant on your more optimistic days, and as a slave on the worse ones.\n\n\"Good, good, put your back into it! Yes, that's it!\" Haygarth says, as he hurries around the room, collecting pieces of clothes left over from the poor girl being brutally murdered.\n\n\"Yes, Haygarth,\" you reply, putting your pressure on the brush as you splash some more water to get rid of a particularly disgusting stain of a mixture of blood and urine.\n\nHaygarth is a hard ruler, forcing you to work day and night. He's not sadistic or cruel, he just doesn't seem to understand that you're not an animal who needs a break. Hell, perhaps his only redeemable feature is the fact that he works himself even harder. As he rushes past, trying to do various chores, you can hear him angrily mutter to himself to go faster.\n\nYou finish off the stain, quickly crawling over to the next. You sigh as you realize just how much you need to clean. Your knees hurt from crawling around all day, your hands are covered in blisters, and you've done nothing but work all day. You had two ive minute breaks to cram food into your mouth, and one more to shit, and that was it. Who the fuck has only two people to keep an entire castle from falling into disrepair?\n\n\"Hurry up, boy! Use some of those strong muscles! I want to be able to see my reflection in it!\"\n\nWill he ever leave you be? The bastard can't just let you fucking work, he has to constantly remind you that you're not doing good enough?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Insult Haygarth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really? You want to see your reflection in the floor? Maybe I should leave it dirty so you wouldn't have to look at your malformed, pathetic excuse for a face,\" you say, as a year of anger is released in a single jab.\n\nHaygarth stops suddenly, looking at you. He frowns, looking at the ground behind you, where ironically you've polished the stones enough for him to vaguely look at himself.\n\n\"You... you know, you sound just like my mother, or Count Grey. Mean. Cruel. Perhaps it's good you've found yourself serving a man such as the Count. He could be your soul mate, if he had a soul.\"\n\nHaygarth hobbles out of the room, leaving you alone. You continue keeping working, but fuck, the floor is pretty clean. You sit down, leaning against the wall as you sigh as your aching muscles get relief. You take a deep breath, as you watch the the sun fall in the distance. After about half an hour, the moon has finally appeared, and Haygarth appears.\n\n\"Come. We need to wake Count Grey,\" he says, not looking at you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow Haygarth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You follow Haygarth along the hallways with haste. You hurry down the stairs, quickly heading to the lowest floor, at the center of the castle, into a dark room, empty except for a single, candle-adored coffin leaning against the stone wall, and a large, black sword hanging above the coffin.\n\nThe coffin in intricate, a large, black wooden coffin with an intricate, thorny pattern, and a single silver, demonic face with a roaring mouth with a pair of fangs on the front.\n\nThe sword, on the other hand, is somehow even darker, its surface seeming to suck the very light from the room. Even staring at the thin edge makes you feel like you've been stabbed. You can practically taste the hatred and malice that emanates from it.\n\n\"Do you feel it?\" Haygarth says. \"That is the master of the home.\"\n\nYou feel the hairs stand up on your skin. The air tastes stale and rotten, and there's a general feeling of dread emanating from it. In a place like this, you feel even if you called on the good Lord to save you, he would be unable to find your soul in such an abyss of all warm or love, let alone rescue you from it.\n\n\"What now?\" you ask.\n\nHaygarth grabs your hand, pulling it forward until your hand touches the metal.\n\n\"It... stings,\" you say, as it feels like your hand is both being put against a hot stove and a freezing block of ice.\n\n\"You'll get used to it,\" Haygarth says, drawing an iron blade from his side.\n\nHaygarth presses the blade against your arm, smiling as he slices open your arm, a long, deep cut appearing with a stream of blood.\n\n\"Ah!\" you yelp as your arm is covered red. \"Stop!\"\n\n\"It's necessary,\" Haygarth replies. \"We need to draw blood.\"\n\n\"Did you need to cut so deep?\" you complain.\n\n\"I wanted to,\" Haygarth replies, shoving your arm in the silver mouth of the demon, cut first. Blood begins to pour down the creature's mouth, as the coffin's door clicks open. Haygarth grabs you by the collar, pulling you back. Count Grey steps forward. He looks the same as he has every night since the night he took you, except now his lips look parched and cracked, his eyes immediately darting down to your arm.\n\n\"Thirst,\" he moans, staring at your wound.\n\nHaygarth hits you in the back with a snarl.\n\n\"Come on, boy, feed your master!\"\n\nYou hold your arm forward, as Count Grey grabs it, his mouth darting down to your bleeding wound with an insane speed. You close your eyes and wait for the pain of his bite, but instead feel his cold lips on your wound, instantly beginning to suck the blood out of your arm. You take a deep breath as you go pale, Haygarth putting your arm around his shoulder to keep you from fainting. After about a minute, Count Grey stops, raising his head as he smiles.\n\n\"Good. I was thirsty. The bitch from the other night was dry, and half her blood ended up on the floors. Good thing I managed to stop myself from draining you completely,\" Count Grey says.\n\nHe looks up at the sword that hangs above the coffin, staring at it for a second.\n\n\"Do you see that sword? While I like to keep up to date with my weapon technology, such as with rifles. grenades and the new and innovative Maxim Gun, in cases of the super-natural, the old stuff is the best. I've had that sword since I was a child. Forged it myself under command of my master. So many ancient, arcane inscriptions, horrid rituals and infinitely worse had to be done to make it the thing it is today. It's name is the Psychí Líptis. It is a killing machine. You will become the same.\"\n\nCount Grey s walking past you, and up the stairs.\n\nYou stand there, waiting, looking at Haygarth for what to do.\n\n\"Follow!\" Count Grey's voice booms.\n\nYou quickly hurry up the stairs after him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An Hour Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit in the shotgun seat of the coach, as Haygarth continues spurring the horses forward. You're entering the village of Nitchidorf, with Count Grey resting in the back. The carriage's wheels roll into the village, stopping as you enter the village limits.\n\n\"Go open the doors for the Count,\" Haygarth says.\n\nYou nod, quickly hopping off the carriage. You run to the back of the carriage, opening it as the tall, gaunt Vampire steps out, tilting his head to stare down at you.\n\n\"Follow,\" he commands.\n\nHe begins walking along the street, staring at each of the houses.\n\n\"We must find you a little... playmate,\" Count Grey says, looking at the houses.\n\nHe sniffs the air, staring at the houses. His eyes flicker to you, filling you with dread as he licks his lips, still stained with bits of your crimson ichor, looking hungry.\n\n\"Ye-yes, master,\" you say, nervously.\n\nThe vampire stares at you for a second, before looking away. He seems impatient.\n\n\"Yes... I can smell two prominent ones. Tell me, Samuel, what do you think? There's a young one who smells freshly bathed and lemongrass perfume, or one that smells of fresh dough and... terror sweat. It appears the latter one can see us. Which is it, Samuel?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first girl" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Uh... the... the fi...\" you stutter, tripping over your words as the vampire growls.\n\n\"Have I found myself with another fool, a boy with the mind of a mule?\" the vampire says, his long, gleaning white fangs, the corners of his mouth still red with your blood. \"I've had a year out of you. Perhaps it's best to finish you off now.\"\n\nCount Grey slowly walks forward, snarling as his fangs poke out, looking like huge spears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You charge forward, but you're a child, and he's an immortal, ancient vampire. He grabs your neck, holding your head high to expose your neck. His mouth immediately shoots forward, biting into your neck as he begins to drain you of your life force. You gasp as your blood is drained, before he drops your dead body to the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Uh... the... the fi...\" you stutter, tripping over your words as the vampire growls.\n\n\"Have I found myself with another fool, a boy with the mind of a mule?\" the vampire says, his long, gleaning white fangs, the corners of his mouth still red with your blood. \"I've had a year out of you. Perhaps it's best to finish you off now.\"\n\nCount Grey slowly walks forward, snarling as his fangs poke out, looking like huge spears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stand your ground" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand your ground, as the vampire grabs you by the throat, lifting you into the air. His grip is tight, strangling you as he snarls, looking you at you with his cold, dark eyes.\n\n\"I'm going to feel nothing as you die,\" he says.\n\nYour brain begins to scream from lack of oxygen, as his eyes stare into yours. Your vision gets blurry, as your head begins to pulse with a desire to simply close your eyes and pass out. Suddenly, he releases you from his grip, as he drops you to the ground.\n\n\"Perhaps… perhaps you're ready to truly serve. Your life is mine, Samuel. If I decide to break your neck, you'll lay your head down on the table and have your neck broken, understood?\"\n\n\"Ye... yes, sir. Whatever you desire,\" you manage to spit out.\n\n\"Good. The rich one, was it?\" the vampire says, smiling. \"Follow me.\"\n\nYou quickly begin following, walking along the stone road. You stop at one of the larger brick houses, with a fancy looking brass knocker. Count Grey briefly knocked on the wooden door, waiting. There was a loud noise inside, as the owner scrambled to get ready. The door opened on a chain, with an elderly bespectacled man peering out.\n\n\"May I... oh, my...\" the man said, stepping back.\n\nCount Grey grabbed him by the throat, tearing the door open as the chain snapped. Count Grey raised the man into the air, tossing him aside.\n\n\"Follow,\" Count Grey shouted, as the old man struggled to stand, grabbing a letter opener.\n\n\"Stay back!\" he said. \"You stay away from...\"\n\nCount Grey let out a snarl, as he bared his teeth, his eyes filling his hunger. The old man meekly dropped the letter opener, stepping back. Count Grey walked forward into the house, sniffing the air. With a quick kick, he smashed the door open. You stood behind him, watching as a young girl barely into her teens lies, wearing a night gown. From the wet path on both the gown and the sheets she's curdled up in, it appears she's peed herself.\n\n\"Ah... so fresh... so young... so delicious,\" Count Grey says.\n\nThe girl screams for her grandfather, but Count Grey simply grabs her by the hair, in a quick jerk ripping her from the bed. Count Grey walked along the hallway, dragging her towards the coach. You follow, passing the disgraced looking grandfather.\n\n\"Grandpapa! Grandpapa!\" the girl screamed, as her father just looked down, ashamed.\n\nCount Grey dragged her into the coach, throwing her into the back, before locking it. He motioned for you to follow.\n\n\"It's a beautiful night. The moon's full in the sky. I need to... negotiate with a few of the beasts of the night. I shan't be long. When to the West the honorless dogs create endless machines of war and to the East our enemies have endless' souls to give, we could always use more allies, yes?\"\n\nYou nod slowly, as the Vampire slides his coat off his gaunt frame, holding it out. You stare at it, before realizing he wants you to take it and grabbing it.\n\n\"Take the girl back to the castle. Detain her. Then, await my return.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" you respond, as your master turns away, strolling off into the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head back to the castle" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk towards the shotgun seat, climbing up to sit next to Haygarth.\n\n\"The girl is alive and in my coach, yet the master is not. What happened?\" he asks.\n\n\"Count Grey is hunting. You need to take me and the girl home.\"\n\n\"What's to become of the girl? Is she a blood bag, or a new apprentice?\" Haygarth asks, raising an eye. \"Neither would be particularly surprising.\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" you admit.\n\n\"So be it,\" Haygarth replies.\n\nYou put your head against the back of the coach, and close your eyes as you head towards the castle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An Hour Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The coach enters the castle gate, as you climb off the coach. Haygarth lowers the portcullis, as you go to the back to open the coach. The girl sits there, staring at you in terror.\n\n\"Get out,\" you command.\n\nThe girl nods, crawling ahead as she gets out of the coach. You grab her by the wrist, leading her along to the coach. She doesn't talk, seemingly in shock. She doesn't say a word, instead staring at you in terror. You wonder if you should try to converse, to calm her, or keep unemotional and professional about this issue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to the rich girl" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So, do you have a name?\" you say.\n\n\"Yelena,\" she says, struggling to even talk.\n\n\"My name's Samuel.\"\n\nYou walk on for another few seconds of silence, as she looks at you, her face pale.\n\n\"Am I going to die?\" she asks.\n\n\"You...\" you begin to say, before she stares at you, trying to see if you're lying. \"I don't know. I'm sorry.\"\n\nShe nods.\n\nYou show her down the stairs, before leading her into a prison cell. You lock the cell door, staring at her from behind the bars. She stares blankly ahead, leaning against the wall and sliding down to lean against it, her nightgown now covered in mud and dirt.\n\nYou leave her there, now secured, and end up heading to bed for a few hours sleep before Count Grey arrives back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sleep..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awake to the prick of fangs against your neck. You don't move, taking in a deep breath.\n\n\"You looked so... so appetizing. Let's go. We need to finish the last stage of your path towards becoming a true apprentice.\"\n\nYou nod, standing. You make your way down to the prison cell, where the girl still waits. She looks up, terrified.\n\n\"What... what is to be done with her?\" you gulp.\n\n\"She is food. Learn that fact,\" your master says.\n\nThe vampire draws a long dagger from his side, handing it to you.\n\n\"If you're going to be my Ghoul, you need to prove you're capable of preparing my food. Kill her,\"\n\nYou hold the knife, staring at it as the girl begins to cry. You notice from the wet patch growing on her nightgown, she's pissed herself once more.\n\n\"Kill her. She's weak, you're strong. Slice open her throat, so I can feed,\" Count Grey commanded.\n\nThe girl breaks into sobs as Count Grey opens the cell door, swinging it ajar and motioning for you to enter. You nod, walking forward with the knife held tightly in your hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step forward, into the cell. You close your eyes, moving forward as you grab the girls' head. You hold the knife to her throat as she struggles desperately, her fingernails scratching at your face. You stab her through the throat, directly through the main vein. She collapses, shuddering as blood spurts out and begins to run down her neck, staining her hair crimson. You feel like bursting into tears, but you know to show weakness would be to end up like her… if you were lucky.\n\n\"Good,\" Count Grey says, tossing a rag forward. \"Hold it against her neck to stem the bleeding, and then pick her up and follow me.\"\n\nYou grab the girl, holding the rag tightly against the wound to stem the bleeding. You lift her over your shoulder, standing up. You follow Count Grey along the hall. Soon, you find yourself in front of a large, wooden door. Haygarth has forbidden you from entering, which only mean that you had one less room to clean. Count Grey pulls a short, silver key from his pocket. He opens the door, revealing a massive storage room. The room is filled with cabinets and shelving units. They're all filled with crystal bottles, filled with a scarlet red ichor.\n\n\"This castle was built to withstand a siege. It's storerooms could keep a force here going for years with wheat, potatoes, salted meats and more, as well as small gardens. Unfortunately, I require a more… delicate solution to avoid starving.\"\n\nYou look at the endless bottles of blood, wondering how many lives were given to fill them.\n\n\"It's quite hard to successfully bottle blood. Let alone hard hard it is to get it from the victim without a needle and a few hours. You'll need to get quite good at that.\"\n\n\"You want me to kill people and bottle their blood?\" you ask.\n\n\"Yes. Not just anyone. Virgins, particularly. Once they've lost that, their blood's impure, and will spoil quickly enough outside the body. After that, you'll need to keep it around for a few days, make sure it doesn't spoil.\"\n\n\"I thought you said virgin blood doesn't spoil.\"\n\n\"It doesn't, but in this day and age, it's so hard to tell. I always struggle to pick out my targets. I want them to be young enough to be a virgin, but still old enough to… well, perhaps from the morality my tribe taught me oh so many years ago, I don't want to kill babies, or children that young. I'm perfectly willing to, mind you, but I don't find it necessary when there are so many other potential blood bags. Even then, you can never be sure. You always have some human filth so enamored with mortal concepts like sex that they end up defiling children. You'd be surprised by how young I've found my victims to be, yet still spoiled. Oh, they say power corrupts, but it just lets people be who they are naturally. Perhaps some day, we'll see who you are at heart.\"\n\n\"Does… does it have to be children?\" you ask. \"What about someone like… the Catholic priests in the village?\"\n\n\"Ha! I'd be able to find more virgins among the girls at the whore house then at the church!\" Count Grey says, laughing. His laughter is… unnatrual. Even though you understand the context to the joke, you still somehow feel as if he's laughing maniacally since he's got you at his mercy, which you suppose he does.\n\nYou weakly smile, before the weight of the dead girl over your shoulders becomes too much and you lower her onto the cold stone floor, keeping the now red, sticky rag pressed against her wound.\n\n\"Ah, yes. We're wasting time,\" he says.\n\nCount Grey grabs a crystal bottle, handing to you.\n\n\"Move the rag, and replace it with bottle. Fill it,\" he says.\n\nYou take the bottle and remove the rag, quickly pressing the bottle against the bleeding wound, as blood continues to flow into it. You take effort not to look at the girl's face, watching as the bottle is slowly filled.\n\n\"The heart is a tremendous organ, isn't it?\" Count Grey says, licking his lips. \"So… fresh. So… delicious.\"\n\nThe vampire snarls, taking a deep breath. For a second, his face contorts into a combination of that of a starving man willing to break any moral code to feed his hunger, that of a hate-filled demon knowing nothing other than the negative emotions that plague the depths of man's soul, as well as that of a beast, knowing only hunger. You step back, almost knocking over a rack of bottles, before Count Grey pauses.\n\n\"Don't worry, little one. It's just that staring at the blood makes me so, so thirsty. I'd imagine you'll be able to fill up a lot more bottles than I, seeing as you won't be tempted to down the bottle you're filling at any given moment.\"\n\nCount Grey takes the bottle, pouring a small amount into an ornate wooden bowl, before capping the bottle with a crystal stopper.\n\n\"No, we test. You get this little box,\" he said, grabbing an oak box from the cabinet, and opening it to reveal various things.\n\nCount Grey draws out a long tooth, seemingly from a vampire. It looks to be a curved, deadly sharp fang.\n\n\"This belonged to Elise the Skin-Taker. You need to drop the fang in the bowl, and leave it there for three days. If the tooth is no different, put the tooth back in the box and put the bottle with the others. If the tooth has turned black, dump out the blood and wash out the bottle. Then, use a blade to scrape of the rotten outside, and put the rest, the tooth that's not rotten, back in the box. Be careful. A tooth can only last two or three of these, and I only have so many. Getting more takes another trip to the wilder regions and find a maddened, bestial vampire without reason or logic, a bandit who has found himself with the gifts of the blood moon or some aspiring Vampire who wishes to be a count.\"\n\nCount Grey puts the bottle on the stone table, next to the bowl.\n\n\"You've prepared your first bottle, little one. You'll prepare many more. You've proven yourself tonight. Now, your job changes. Follow me,\" he says.\n\nCount Grey walks along the hallways, stopping at a small, wooden door that again has remained locked during your stay here. He opens it with the same key, before handing it to you.\n\n\"Here. This is your new room,\" he says, opening the door.\n\nIn stark contrast with your last room, a simple tiny bed in a barren room, this one is surprisingly less furnished. A desk and chair stands there, a mirror, a wardrobe and a large bed. A gun rack sits by the single window, with two rifles and a shotgun in it.\n\n\"Thank you, thank you master!\" you say.\n\n\"Open the wardrobe,\" Count Grey commands.\n\nYou walk forward, opening the wardrobe. Inside is a pair of black leather boots, black trousers, a black shirt, a dark red leather long coat and belt and a dark red tri-corner hat.\n\n\"Put it on,\" Count Grey commands.\n\nYou quickly get undressed, as Count Grey stares, bored, at the wall. You get dressed into the outfit, turning to look back at your master.\n\n\"Yes... it fits well. Kneel, dog,\" the vampire says.\n\nYou drop to your knee, bowing your head low. You look up at Count Grey, who raises his arm to his mouth. He bites it, releasing a flow of blood that runs down his hands. He holds it out, staring at you expectantly.\n\n\"Drink,\" he commands.\n\nYou look at the burgundy liquid running down the vampire's arm, in stark contrast with the white, ghastly skin. You put your mouth to the wound, and begin to suck.\n\nThe liquid is like a poison. Your skin begins to tingle, as you feel drowsy. You try to pull your head away, but the vampire holds it in place.\n\n\"Drink!\" he commands aggressively.\n\nYou keep drinking the cold liquid down, as your stomach begins to churn. You feel like you're about to collapse into a coma, as the blood seems to drain your life source. Finally, Count Grey lets you pull your head back.\n\n\"Rise, ghoul,\" he commands.\n\nYou stand, trying not to puke. You look at Count Grey, who raises an eyebrow.\n\n\"Are you going to vomit, child?\" he asks.\n\nYou feel the puke rise up in your throat, but hold it down, shaking your head.\n\n\"Well done,\" he says. \"Now, you're a ghoul. No longer will you work like a slave with Haygarth. You will hunt for me when I am busy. You will scout and pick out potential prey. You will guard the castle. You will be a true minion.\"\n\nYou nod, eagerly.\n\n\"I... am yours, master,\" you say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three Years Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit in the shotgun seat of a carriage with Haygarth at the reins. It's been a long journey. You have to venture to meet with King Ferdinand I in order to arrange taxation laws and other things you haven't been educated well enough to understand. You're finally entering the territory under Count Grey's control, staring out at the village you're entering as the sun falls in the distance.\n\n\"Stop here,\" you say. \"I want to grab a bite to eat.\"\n\n\"We must be home soon!\" Haygarth says. \"Count Grey's in the back, he might wake up soon. Sun's almost gone.\"\n\nYou're hungry, thirsty and you've been traveling for the past three days. There's no way in hell you're going back to the castle for Haygarth to cook up his famous soup, which you're certain he's literally shitting in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attempt to convince Haygarth to stop" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Haygarth, be fair here. Do you really want to go back to the castle to have to cook for us? We could quickly get some grub, some drinks, and then head back to the castle. Right?\"\n\n\"Don't like leaving carriage. There's always pointing, laughing, staring,\" Haygarth says, pulling his balaclava up to the bridge of his nose. \"Fine. I'll pull in. You go eat. I'll wait here, eat something when I get home,\" he says.\n\nThe carriage pulls in alongside a tavern, as you look to Haygarth, who looks fairly pathetic as he attempts to cover his mishapen form." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Fantasy", "Romance" ]

[ 74, 49, 64, 56, 38, 8, 13, 29 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: fantasy Themes: Contest Entry, Fantasy, Romance Details: A world on the cusp of disaster. Two sides on the verge of destroying each other, but there is hope. In the form of a hero. Now this will person..., will they be able to rise into the mantle of hero?\nAuthor's Note\nThere are links that lead to background information... I highly suggest reading those, as they contain fairly important information.\nCriticism is very welcome.\nThis is an entry for BerkaZerka's 2017 Summer Slam Contest Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A world on the cusp of disaster. Two sides on the verge of destroying each other, but there is hope. In the form of a hero. Now this will hero..., will they be able to rise into the mantle of hero?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the son of your father, the Grand Priest of the Holy Kingdom, you've always had a lot on your plate. The moment you could speak, your father put you in lessons of every type. At first they were purely academic, only ranging from basic history to simple math, but as time progressed your lessons became more difficult. You were required to memorize religious texts of every manner, and you were even taught some philosophy. This routine was all there was to your life at twelve years of age. You were content with it too, until two major things happened.\n\nA breeze shakes the trees around you and cools your face. Your take a moment and close your eyes allowing the feeling to move across your entire body. It relaxes you, and coupled with the silence of the forest you imagine this is what Paradise must feel like. You open your eyes and are momentarily blinded by the sun. It'd been like this every day this season. Blistering hot, but with a breeze that you always make sure to thank the Creator for. Without it your training would be nearly unbearable.\n\nOf course, you'd much rather have to deal with your Knight training every day than have to do extra academic lessons. Maybe if you hadn't started the training to become a knight of the Holy Order you wouldn't hate lessons so much. Then again, you also wouldn't know the bliss of resting after a good workout. Besides, even if you hadn't begun your training there was always the second thing.\n\nEven as the thought enters the mind, the figure appears before you. Platinum blonde hair frame an angelic face that seems to hold your attention much longer than normal. You bring your eyes to her emerald ones for a moment then look away.\n\n\"Hey Erron. Have you been waiting long?\" Her voice is rich with authority and familiarity,\n\nYou turn back at the sound of your name to see a wide smile atop her face. \"Yes I have. If you kept me waiting much longer, then some bird might've started using me for a nest.\" You allow yourself a small smile when she rolls her eyes.\n\n\"Are you ready for this, Alessandra?\" Her name rolls off your tongue with ease. \"Excuse me. I meant your Majesty.\" You bow slightly, and her smile stays for a few more moments before disappearing from her face entirely. It's replaced with an expression of apprehension.\n\n\"I'm nervous. I don't want him to keep us from going back there.\"\n\nShe runs her fingers through her hair. The young princess was authoritative, but often times, you find her to lack a lot of confidence. Or maybe that was just with you.\n\n\"It's fine. He's never been mean to us before. Remember? The only thing he asked us not to do was to bring anyone else when we visit him.\" You cast your thoughts back to your memories of the man…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Man" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You think about the first time you saw the guy. Two years ago, at age ten, you were fearing for your life.\n\nYou and Alessandra had only met minutes before at yours and her parents' insistence. They allowed you to both go into the royal forest on the castle grounds. It was a large preserve with plenty of animals to hunt whenever the King wanted to, but to you and Alessa, it was a place that needed exploration. And so, you obliged.\n\nNeither of you were certain of each other, but you both had a childish taste for adventure, so when you saw the alluring cabin…well there was only one thing you could do.\n\nCasting caution aside, the two of you walked inside and began exploring. It had everything a person needed to survive, but oddly enough it also contained a well stocked book case. This didn't quite catch your attention, but Alessa was enamored. She made you stay with her to look at the books. Time passed on, and eventually you found yourself reading too.\n\nIt was only a little after that that he showed up. Leather clothes fit around him, and his rugged beard made him look like a wild man. A barbarian of some sort. You hurriedly yanked Alessa to her feet and the both of you ran for your lives. He didn't follow, and neither of you turned back.\n\nWhen you told your father about some strange man trying to kill you, he raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Alessa corroborated your claim, however, and the King formed a search party to find the stranger. You and Alessa stayed out of the forest with your mothers while your fathers led the search party. They took the better part of an hour searching, before they came back empty handed. They told you to stay out of the forest, but another meeting between you two was planned for the next day.\n\nThis time your parents weren't present, and a guard was assigned to you two. One from the King's royal guard and one from the Holy Order were always stationed with you. It was a week before you got the courage up to suggest going into the forest. When you finally did suggest it, Alessa agreed and the both of you snuck away from your guards.\n\nThe old cabin was there just like last time, but instead of marching into the cabin blindly, you and Alessa waited for the man to come back. When he finally came back you and Alessa spied on him nearly the rest of the day. Eventually the you returned to the guards and found them wondering where you were.\n\nEach day you and Alessa met, and this turned into a game. First, you would escape from your guard, and then you would spy on the enigmatic man. Back at the castle you and Alessa told no one of this, for fear of them ruining your fun.\n\nA couple weeks later the man finally caught you. You were in the middle of climbing your favorite tree when a spider of an absurd size climbed onto your hand and stung you. With a loud yelp you fell to the ground and passed out.\n\nJust thinking about it made your face red from embarrassment. Alessa later told you that the man took you inside and helped the bite on your hand heal, and even gave you medicine for the bruise that would soon surface on your head. You'd ruined the fun times of spying because you couldn't stay calm around a spider.\n\nYou shake your head at your younger self, and then you shake your head at your current self. You shouldn't criticize his past self too much, for it was because of that that you and Alessa were able to gain a friend. You glance over at her and find that she looks like she's reminiscing as well.\n\nYou nudge her elbow before speaking, \"We should get going.\"\n\nAlessa nods, and you both start heading in the direction of that familiar cabin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "During all of the fun times you and Alessa spent in the man's cabin, neither one of you asked why he was there. The thought certainly crossed your mind, but you and Alessa entered into a bliss of sorts. You were afraid to ruin the friendly relationship you had with the man by getting on his bad side. After all, (well, at least in your experience) adults tended to anger quickly when questioned too often.\n\nThus you and Alessa enjoyed a period of unadulterated happiness...that you were sure was going to end today. As you grew older you began to question the man and his purpose even more. You mentioned it to Alessa, and while she was slow to agree, she eventually came around. She must have finally thought about the situation from someone else's perspective. Anyone else would have the guard chase down this stranger. Worst case scenario, the man could turn out to be some kind of serial killer. You doubted that he was, but there was always the possibility.\n\nYou hoped for the best, but feared the worst. That's most of the reason you carried the sword at your waist even though your Holy Order training was already over for the day.\n\nThe cabin came into your field of vision, and nostalgia cascaded over you. You stopped walking, and Alessa turned back to gaze at you. \"Are you ready? We don't really have to do this if you don't want to.\" Her voice was muddled with nervousness, and concern.\n\nYou could tell that she was hoping you'd turn back, and that you two could hang out without having to worry. You almost agreed with her, but you decided to do this. You were going to follow through with it.\n\nSome moments are seared in people's memories forever. Every one of your senses seemed to be extra sensitive. The sun was shining brightly through the trees above casting light that made you squint your eyes. Alessa stood half turned back to you with a question in her eyes. She was obviously waiting for you to continue moving. You look to the cabin ahead, and all of the warmth that you felt in the past dwindled away. In its place were ominous feelings of forbidding, but you gathered your courage and approached the cabin.\n\nAlessa knocks on the door, and you only have to wait a few moments before a muffled voice calls you inside.\n\nIf the outside of the cabin looked ominous, the inside was a picture of abnormality. Something was wrong. You could tell it from the moment you stepped into the cabin. You didn't need the door slamming shut behind you, or the crazed look in the man's eyes to tell you that much. He sat in a chair against the wall on opposite side of the room. His wild brown hair was even more disorganized than usual. It fell across his face as he looked at the floor.\n\nA silent moment passed and the man began to speak. \"I know why you're here. I knew this day would come, but I didn't want to believe it.\" That part was directed at you and Alessa, but the part that followed seemed more like a crazed man's mutterings. And he never seemed crazed before.\n\n\"I wish I didn't have have to do this. I was content. Happy even. We were almost like a family. I felt needed, and not abused. Not like the people who use my name for evil purposes...\" His mutterings continue, but you've had enough. Enough of being here, that is. While you were prepared to deal with bad reactions, frankly you didn't think it would be this bad. You were getting really creeped out, and a quick glance at Alessa told you you weren't the only one.\n\nYou reached back to try the knob, but it didn't turn. You put more force into it, but still nothing. The man doesn't react, so you lose all pretenses of sneaking out. You throw your shoulder into the door, and it doesn't even quiver. Just as you begin to pull your sword from its sheathe, the man finally speaks to you two again.\n\n\"I'm sorry, but this has to be done. Alessa, Erron I hope you'll forgive me.\" He begins walking towards you two, and you decide that you don't want to know why he's sorry. You go ballistic and start hacking at the door, but after the first few swings you realize that it's not going to work. There was something otherworldly going on here and it was preventing you from leaving. Instead you turn back around and hold your sword the way you were taught.\n\nThe man nears the both of you, and you take the time to shout to Alessa, \"Get behind me!\" When you don't hear an immediate shuffling of feet, you turn and see her frozen with fear. At the same time you notice the man walking towards her instead of you.\n\nYou figure that somewhere inside each man there is a primitive instinct that overrides all self control. That instinct sends you rushing between the disaster that was surely about to occur. A couple things happen at once. Without your meaning to, your sword strikes the man's outstretched hand. And your body hits Alessa onto the ground behind you. Before you can check to see if Alessa is okay you notice the cut on the man's hand bleeding. But not just bleeding. Bleeding gold.\n\nYou barely have time to send up a prayer to the Creator before he speaks again. This time he seems to have some semblance of intelligence instead of his ranting. \"Alessa would have made a better choice I think, but I guess you'll do fine. I'll let you carry the blame for what's to come next.\" The man takes a deep breath and holds his hands out in front of him. This time that instinct doesn't come just in time. Your frozen in place, but to your surprise he doesn't touch you, or kill you or anything of the sort.\n\nInstead, two lights appear. With his palms facing up to the ceiling a bright white light appears in his right hand. A dark black light appears in his left hand. They both glimmer and shine alluringly, but for different reasons. You feel yourself drawn to the dark light, because of an eerie feeling of power. A power that you feel could bring you anything you ever wanted. The white light gives you a feeling of happiness. The power to endure and make it through anything that could ever come in your way. The power to obtain versus the power endure. You're enthralled.\n\n\"Now. Choose. Will you take this blessing,\" he moves his right hand forward, \"or this curse?\" He moves his left hand forward to punctuate the question.\n\nYou barely hear what he's saying, and you don't really get what he's saying about that dark light being a curse. How could it be a curse when it offers you so much power. Then again, the white light offers you security. You feel that you could protect anything, and get through everything that dared challenge you. You think of Alessa at that, whom is still sitting on the floor behind you dumbfounded.\n\nYou know you don't really have much of a choice here. Who knows what the man would do if you were to refuse? You have to choose one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"The Blessing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Blessing.\" You whisper the words, and immediately the blinding light flies from the man's hand and into you. You don't feel any different at first, but as the seconds go by you feel yourself getting really tired. The fatigue spreads throughout your body and you know that at any moment you may pass out. The feeling reminds you of a story your dad once told you about him treading water for hours at a time. He said afterwards that he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up forever, but he would continue for as long as he could.\n\nYou sympathize with that thought as your body and mind betray you to their tiredness. When you finally feel as if you could not hold on any longer, you collapse to the floor beside Alessa. The last thing you see is the black light, the curse, flying from the man and into Alessa, and the man's face; a picture of sadness.\n\nYou wake up hours later in the cabin. You peel your face of of the wooden floor and groggily rub your eyes. It takes you a moment to remember what happened, but when you do you leap to your feet confused. There isn't a single thing out of place in the cabin. You look all around for evidence of what you could've sworn happened here only moments ago, but you find nothing. Even your sword is back inside your sheathe. Nothing was amiss. Perhaps it was all a dream, you think relieved.\n\nWith a sigh and a shrug you brush the dust off of your clothes and open the cabin door. You remember the struggle you had with the man moments before, and you laugh to yourself. Leave it to your subconscious to turn one of your favorite people into a scary curse giving man with emotional problems. Although... you do wonder why Alessa isn't with you. You were supposed to meet with her in this cabin after all.\n\nYour don't think to much of it, for you finally realize the time. In the distance the sun begins to dip down into the gray blue clouds. It was sundown, the time time your parents require you to be home. You immediately break into a jog. You Father could be quite strict when it came to you. If he caught you coming back late, then he would surely punish you.\n\nYou jog into a relatively silent castle, although you hear sounds of eating and merriment coming from the main dining hall. As if to punctuate the point, your stomach rumbles in anticipation for dinner. Thankfully you only have to go up one staircase on the way to your room. You're careful to look through each hallway before entering in order to avoid a potential disaster with your dad, so in not too long you come to a solid oak door. Engraved on the wall beside it reads the name, 'Lucentia,' your family name. Without wasting any time you throw the door open and slam the door shut behind you.\n\n\"Erron? What are you doing back so late?\" You turn around to see your Father seated on at your desk with a grave look on his face. His deep authoritative voice is riddled with anxiety and subtle undertones of sadness. Something your dad rarely displays.\n\nYou begin to mumble an excuse about knight training, but your Father interrupts you. \"Never mind that. I need you to pack your things. We're going away for a while.\" The persona of a strong confident man your Father usually portrayed was gone.\n\nWhen you don't respond immediately, he raises his voice. \"Quickly now. We must be going!\"\n\nYou don't question him and immediately begin to pack your travel bags with necessities. You're at it for a couple minutes when you realize your Father had no bags with him. \"Did you already have your bags packed? you ask curiously. Any information you could glean from him would be useful.\n\nHe looks around for a moment confused. \"I must've forgotten to grab them. I'll be back, son. Stay here and pack. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes then go find Morden.\" He rushes out of the room leaving you even more confused than when you woke up in the cabin.\n\nYou shrug and obey him. Even at his worst he still knows more than you do.\n\nIt doesn't take you long to pack, and soon enough you're left waiting on your bed. A few long moments later you begin to hear shuffling outside, and shouting. You try to ignore it, but it soon grows to a point where you can't ignore it very well. That, and you're starting to get curious. The royal guards don't usually act so panicked, so maybe you should check it out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sate your curiosity" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tossing your fathers wishes out the window, you crack the door open. If you come back in five minutes, then that should leave you plenty of time to find out what's going on.\n\nYou walk out of the door and into the stone walled hallways. You listen for a moment, then follow the sounds of shouting. As you near the source, other sounds enter the mix. The sounds of swords ringing and armor being torn fill your ears, and before you can turn yourself back you walk into the scene of the noise. Bodies of the knights of the Holy Order llitter the hallway floor. Royal guards stand amidst the corpses, while others drive their swords through the fallen bodies. Some dark liquid covers the cobblestone floor, and that same liquid is splattered across the walls. Blood.\n\nThe thought sickens you and you begin to retch despite not having had dinner yet. The sound draws some attention, and as you bring your head up from the ground your eyes meets with a dying Knight on the floor not to far from you. That knight mouths the word \"Run,\" just before his eyes lose the life in them.\n\nBefore you can really react to that you hear someone yell, \"There's the Assassin's son! Get him!\" You look up to find every royal guard with their eyes trained on you. Your instincts take over and you begin to run back the way you came. The sounds of metal boots hitting the floor echo throughout the hall behind you. Fear courses throughout your body, and you run faster than you ever have before.\n\nHowever, it's not enough. After only a few moments of running you hear a voice behind you yell, \"I've got him!\" You're only left wondering what he means for a moment, for right afterwards a javelin hits your shoulder. The force of it doesn't kill you, but it certainly sends you toppling to the floor. The pain is horrible, but luckily you don't have to endure it for long. A royal guard comes up moments later to finish the job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Blessing.\" You whisper the words, and immediately the blinding light flies from the man's hand and into you. You don't feel any different at first, but as the seconds go by you feel yourself getting really tired. The fatigue spreads throughout your body and you know that at any moment you may pass out. The feeling reminds you of a story your dad once told you about him treading water for hours at a time. He said afterwards that he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up forever, but he would continue for as long as he could.\n\nYou sympathize with that thought as your body and mind betray you to their tiredness. When you finally feel as if you could not hold on any longer, you collapse to the floor beside Alessa. The last thing you see is the black light, the curse, flying from the man and into Alessa, and the man's face; a picture of sadness.\n\nYou wake up hours later in the cabin. You peel your face of of the wooden floor and groggily rub your eyes. It takes you a moment to remember what happened, but when you do you leap to your feet confused. There isn't a single thing out of place in the cabin. You look all around for evidence of what you could've sworn happened here only moments ago, but you find nothing. Even your sword is back inside your sheathe. Nothing was amiss. Perhaps it was all a dream, you think relieved.\n\nWith a sigh and a shrug you brush the dust off of your clothes and open the cabin door. You remember the struggle you had with the man moments before, and you laugh to yourself. Leave it to your subconscious to turn one of your favorite people into a scary curse giving man with emotional problems. Although... you do wonder why Alessa isn't with you. You were supposed to meet with her in this cabin after all.\n\nYour don't think to much of it, for you finally realize the time. In the distance the sun begins to dip down into the gray blue clouds. It was sundown, the time time your parents require you to be home. You immediately break into a jog. You Father could be quite strict when it came to you. If he caught you coming back late, then he would surely punish you.\n\nYou jog into a relatively silent castle, although you hear sounds of eating and merriment coming from the main dining hall. As if to punctuate the point, your stomach rumbles in anticipation for dinner. Thankfully you only have to go up one staircase on the way to your room. You're careful to look through each hallway before entering in order to avoid a potential disaster with your dad, so in not too long you come to a solid oak door. Engraved on the wall beside it reads the name, 'Lucentia,' your family name. Without wasting any time you throw the door open and slam the door shut behind you.\n\n\"Erron? What are you doing back so late?\" You turn around to see your Father seated on at your desk with a grave look on his face. His deep authoritative voice is riddled with anxiety and subtle undertones of sadness. Something your dad rarely displays.\n\nYou begin to mumble an excuse about knight training, but your Father interrupts you. \"Never mind that. I need you to pack your things. We're going away for a while.\" The persona of a strong confident man your Father usually portrayed was gone.\n\nWhen you don't respond immediately, he raises his voice. \"Quickly now. We must be going!\"\n\nYou don't question him and immediately begin to pack your travel bags with necessities. You're at it for a couple minutes when you realize your Father had no bags with him. \"Did you already have your bags packed? you ask curiously. Any information you could glean from him would be useful.\n\nHe looks around for a moment confused. \"I must've forgotten to grab them. I'll be back, son. Stay here and pack. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes then go find Morden.\" He rushes out of the room leaving you even more confused than when you woke up in the cabin.\n\nYou shrug and obey him. Even at his worst he still knows more than you do.\n\nIt doesn't take you long to pack, and soon enough you're left waiting on your bed. A few long moments later you begin to hear shuffling outside, and shouting. You try to ignore it, but it soon grows to a point where you can't ignore it very well. That, and you're starting to get curious. The royal guards don't usually act so panicked, so maybe you should check it out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay in your room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While you're certainly curious about what all of the commotion is about, you trust your father's orders. He wouldn't tell you to do something without a reason, so you wait.\n\nAround fifteen minutes later your door is opened, but not by your father. Rather, it's opened by the General of the Knights of the Holy Order, Morden. His presence is intimidating, but from your experience he's always been more or less kind. At least when he's not giving you knight lessons. Then he becomes strict and commanding. You might be the Grand Priest's son, but that certainly won't stop him from going easy on you in lessons.\n\n\"Where's Father?\" You ask, but Morden ignores you and walks straight to the window on the opposite side of the room. You take the hint and stay quiet while he looks around. When he's satisfied he closes the windows quietly, then turns around to face you.\n\nHe speaks quietly, almost whispering, but his face tells you that the words he says mean just as much as when he would be yelling. \"Your father is outside. There was an assassination attempt on his life when he left your room, ands he's asked me to accompany you to meet with him.\" While he speaks, he gathers a quill with ink and scratches a message on a piece of parchment on your desk.\n\nIt reads, \"There are people outside the door. Say out loud that you need time to pack. In the meantime, gather these sheets and start tying them together. Don't be conspicuous.\"\n\nYou nod suddenly grateful for all of the lessons on reading you were taught. \"Give me a few minutes to pack my things, and then we can go.\" You say this and hope to the Creator that that your voice won't betray you. You don't say anything and Morden doesn't offer anymore information, so you both work quietly to construct a makeshift rope. Beneath the surface, however, your mind is racing to try and comprehend the situation.\n\nFrom the things that have been said, and the way your father has been acting you take it that there was, in fact an assassination attempt on your father. That would explain his nervousness, as well as all of the commotion outside. You briefly wonder why they haven't already barged into the room if they were waiting outside, but before you can come to a conclusion your thoughts go to you mother. Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly turn to face Morden.\n\n\"Where's Mother?\" You mouth, and Morden immediately looks away from you obviously avoiding the question. You stop working for a brief moment, for the severity of the situation suddenly hits you. That's why Father was hiding in his room. He was hiding from the guards whilst waiting for you to return from the cabin. They must have already gotten Mother. With that sobering thought tears come to your eyes, and you resume tyirng the sheets together.\n\nWhen you and Morden finally finish, he turns back to you and says aloud, \"Hurry up boy. We don't have time to waste.\" Then he immediately mouths to you, \"Your father will explain everything later.\"\n\nHe better, you think to yourself. Morden takes the newly made sheet rope and quietly opens the window. After a moment of securing the rope to one of your bed posts, he motions for you to climb down it. You hesitate for a brief moment, but remembering that your father is waiting you cast away your doubts and climb down the rope.\n\nFor the first time since you've lived at the castle, you've decided that you hate your room. As son of the Grand Priest, you were given one of the 'best' with a view worthy of kings. So they gave you a room on the second floor. You always just took for granted the view, and it never occurred to you that you might have to use this as an escape route someday. You remind yourself to have a room on the first floor next time you live in a castle.\n\nThe makeshift rope is sturdy enough, so despite your doubts you manage to climb down the rope without too much difficulty. Morden is different. He gets about halfway down the rope when you start to here the rope tear. The combined weight of his armor and a extremely muscled fully grown man were apparently too much for 'rope' to handle. It tears in half and send the armor clad General tumbling to the ground with a chorus of clanking armor.\n\nMorden is quick to get back on his feet, however, so he grabs you by the arm and starts to rush you off the castle grounds. It was luck that you had a window that led directly outside the castle. Once you and Morden have made it a fair distance away form the castle, you and Morden break into a run.\n\nThe familiar features of the castle grounds blur together in a seamless picture of grey and green. You really hope Morden knows where he's going, because you start to feel faint. Fatigue starts to hit you again in an all too familiar way. You remember your dream about the cabin, and have a brief hope that if this fatigue is the same, then perhaps this nightmare of escape is a dream as well.\n\nThe last thing you hear before you pass out is Morden's voice urging you to push on." } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 65, 84, 130, 105, 41, 13, 15, 38 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: sci-fi\nTheme: Serious\nDescription: -26th April 2007-Hi everyone! For those who have played the previous version of this web story-game, there have been a few minor changes. The story is the same, I've simply updated the text to remove errors, correct some grammar, fix spelling mistakes, etc. I've made the demo a little bit shorter as well - no point in giving everything away in the demo!\nFor those who don't know, this is a demo, consisting of aproximately the first half of my paperback gamebook novel, \"Ulysses: The Pegasi Incident\", published via www.lulu.com. (That's a big demo for a book!) This first book in my new sci-fi series should be available for purchase late June or early July 2007. For more information, please visit www.pjtgamebooks.com.\nBACKGROUND:The Federation of Worlds contains six different species' home worlds, with hundreds of colonies, space stations and outposts. The FSS Ulysses is a multi-role human starship designed to carry out mission such as scientific exploration, diplomatic duties, emergency evacuations, and the like.\nA distress call has been recieved at Starbase 14 from Pegasi Station. All the humans there have fallen mysteriously ill, and the starship F.S.S. Ulysses has been dispatched to examine the situation, and hopefully develop a cure before the humans die. So far, the non-humans (aliens) at the space station all seem to be fine, and the Admiralty is worried that someone might have created a virus that targets humans only - and could therefore be a threat to the entire race! The Ulysses is around 24 hours away from the space station, but is the closest ship, and responds to the distress call with all due haste. They hope that when they arrive, the humans will still be alive...\nIn this story-game, you are not a particular character. Instead, as events happen, you determine how different characters respond to what is taking place, or solve problems they encounter. By your choices, YOU will be determining how the crew handles the situations they are faced with, and ultimately, whether they succeed or fail.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Federation of Worlds contains six different species' home worlds, with hundreds of colonies, space stations and outposts. For over a hundred years, the six major species (those capable of interstellar travel) have lived in relative peace.\n\n The F.S.S. Ulysses is a human starship of the Federation Stellar Services, designed to carry out non-military roles, such as scientific exploration, providing medical aid, and performing diplomatic duties. However, the crew have been called to aid the military branch of the Federation Stellar Services on numerous occasions in the past, and while not as heavily armed or armoured as a military cruiser, her twin starship-scale particle cannons still pack quite a punch.\n\nThe story so far:\nA distress call was received at Starbase 14 from Pegasi Station, a mixed-species space station located in Sector 17. All the humans aboard Pegasi Station had fallen ill with a mysterious virus, and the starship Ulysses was quickly dispatched to examine the situation, and hopefully to develop a cure – before the humans died.\n\nAt the time of the distress call, the non-humans (aliens) at the space station all seemed to be in fine health, and Federation High Command was worried that someone might have created a virus that targeted humans only – a bio-weapon that could threaten the entire human race!\n\nThe Ulysses was around twenty-four hours away from the space station when the new orders came in, but it was the closest ship. They had orders to reach the space station with all due haste, and they hoped that when they arrived, the humans would still be alive.\n\nHow to read this gamebook:\nIn this gamebook, instead of playing a single character, you decide how numerous characters in the story will react to the situations they are faced with. You will be presented with options of things people say or do, and the story will move forward according to the options you choose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Cast" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Main ULYSSES characters:\n\n Feel free to read about the characters, or use the option link at the bottom of the page to begin the game. This section lists the main characters that serve aboard the F.S.S. Ulysses, and tells you a little about them.\n\nThe Captain:\nCaptain Jeffrey Donaldson is in his mid forties, and was assigned to the Ulysses following its commissioning two years before the events in this adventure. He is a male human of average height, balding, with a close-trimmed goatee and moustache. His hair is dark brown, beginning to show streaks of grey. This is his second captaincy, his first being aboard the F.S.S. Endeavour for eight years.\n\nThe First Officer:\nCommander Evan Carlson is a human male, in his mid thirties, and had served with Captain Donaldson aboard the F.S.S. Endeavour as First Officer there as well. The captain was so impressed with him; he made a request to have the commander reassigned aboard the Ulysses before its maiden voyage.\n\nThe Chief of Security:\nLieutenant Commander Blake Thomas is a human male, in his mid thirties. He is skilled in many forms of combat, from unarmed, martial arts duelling, to heavy weapons and demolitions devices. He also shares the starship's weapon systems with Lieutenant Lewis, the ship's Chief Helmsman.\n\nWhile he will obey any superior's orders without question, Captain Donaldson has noted Blake's tendency to fight first, and ask questions later. The captain hopes that aboard a non-military starship, in peaceful sectors of space, Blake will learn that sometimes the right words can negate hostilities before fighting becomes necessary.\n\nThe Chief Engineer:\nLieutenant Commander Terrance Idato is a quiet, thoughtful human male, aged in his late thirties. He is more at home among machinery, computers and electronic devices then among his fellow crew mates, but without his skilled mind and hands, it would be impossible to keep the four-hundred and forty metre long starship in top shape.\n\nThe Chief Medical Officer:\nLieutenant Commander Susan Anderson, usually just called Doctor Anderson, heads the medical teams aboard the starship Ulysses. She is a human female, aged in her early forties. Doctor Anderson has a powerful intellect, and has taken part in the development of numerous beneficial medical discoveries over the last fifteen years.\n\nThe Counsellor:\nLieutenant Miva Lontira is a female Vesarian, an empathic humanoid species capable of sensing the emotions and intentions of other people. Vesarians were the first species humanity encountered as they began travelling to the stars, and the more advanced Vesarians took on a role of advisers and counsellors to the human race.\n\nMost human starships have a Vesarian aboard in the position of ship's counsellor, aiding humans in their dealings with other beings they encounter.\n\nThe Chief Science Officer:\nLieutenant Johan Gregari is a human male in his mid twenties. He holds a fascination with anything that has yet to be understood by mankind. Lieutenant Gregari has a good understanding of the alien species that are part of the Federation of Worlds, and spends his time learning more about alien technologies and sciences.\n\nThe Chief Helmsman:\nLieutenant Michael Lewis is a human male, in his mid twenties. He pilots the starship, and shares the operation of ship's weapon systems with Blake, the Chief of Security.\n\nThe Chief Navigator:\nEnsign Robert Hobb is a human male, aged in his early twenties, and is in charge of ship navigation. This is the young officer's first tour of duty as an officer aboard a starship, and he hopes to make a good impression on the Captain and his crew.\n\nThe Chief Communications Officer:\nEnsign Sophia Tremane is a human female, aged in her early twenties, and is in charge of communications systems aboard the starship. She is fascinated by languages, and can speak fluently with Vesarians and Cassians in their native tongue. This is her first tour of duty as an officer aboard a starship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Captain's Log" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Captain's Log\n\nYear 112 of the Federation, Starday 336.\n\nI have received our latest mission details from Admiral Branson. We have been directed to the Banaha System in Sector 17, where the humans aboard Pegasi Station have fallen ill to an unknown virus. It would seem that the other species there are immune to this mystery illness, and we hope that the science bays aboard the Ulysses will help us identify the virus, and with some hope, a cure.\n\nAdmiral Branson has also expressed concern that this virus may in fact be a bio-weapon, targeted against humanity by any one of the hostile species known to the Federation of Worlds. Why humanity alone would be targeted by a bio-weapon is unknown. However, it is a possibility we cannot afford to rule out.\n\nMy crew have seen me through some tough situations in the past two years, and I have every faith in their ability to aid the humans at Pegasi Station, and to get to the heart of this matter. I pray that this space virus is from no malevolent source, for if another species were indeed testing some new type of bio-weapon against humanity, it would certainly be the opening act of a war to come.\n\nEnd Log." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section 17)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bridge of the F.S.S. Ulysses\n\n\"Captain, there she is – Pegasi Station,\" Navigator Hobb said, bringing up an image on the main display screen.\n\nCaptain Donaldson leaned forward in his command chair, which was positioned at the back of the Bridge on a slightly raised platform. The position allowed him to look out over the heads of the Bridge crew and their consoles, with a clear view of the large screen.\n\nOn the screen, a slowly spinning object lay ahead of them amid a spray of stars: Pegasi Station. The space station was shaped like two large discs, with a cylindrical structure sandwiched between them.\n\nOn older human stations, the discs would have been rotating wheels that generated gravitational force for the inhabitants. However, over the last hundred years, other species, such as the Nebulons, had introduced many new technologies to humanity – a key addition being the generation of artificial gravity.\n\nPegasi Station was one such mixed-technology space station, with a large antimatter reactor that provided power for artificial gravity across all station decks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"So, that's Pegasi Station - an impressive piece of technology,\" the captain said. \"Lieutenant Gregari, other than humans, which species inhabit this station?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lieutenant Gregari fed some queries into the ship's database, and examined the results. \"Sir, the station is around fifty-percent human. The other half is an even mix of Vesarians, Buvus and Cassians. There doesn't seem to be any other species assigned to this space station. There should be around one hundred and forty people aboard in total.\"\n\nThe crew had plenty of experience with Vesarians, for it was that species that humans were first to encounter, over a hundred years ago. Since that time, the wise, thoughtful species had assigned counsellors to human starships, such as Miva Lontira aboard the Ulysses.\n\nIt was a counsellor's role to advise humans in their dealings with alien races. An added bonus was their natural ability to sense the emotions and intentions of others, though the strength of such empathy varied with different aliens they encountered.\n\nThe Cassians were a feline-looking species, with short-cut, soft, brownish fur, pointy cat-like ears, and a muzzle-like jaw. Many humans referred to them as 'cat people', as Cassian facial features were similar to the various feline animals of earth. Most Cassians seemed to take that as a compliment, having a strong natural affinity for tigers, lions and other large feline earth-animals. It was not uncommon for Cassians to have earth-cats as pets.\n\nHowever, while both Cassians and humans were fellow members of the Federation of Worlds, there was not a lot of interaction between the two home worlds, due to their being on opposite sides of charted space.\n\nThe Buvus were short, stocky beings, who most humans thought of as arrogant and overly blunt. They were often found in positions of bureaucratic government work, as they were extremely efficient, strictly law abiding, and nearly impossible to corrupt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Counsellor,\" the captain turned to the ship's Vesarian empath, \"do you sense anything unusual aboard the station?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lieutenant Miva Lontira was a Vesarian woman; pale blue-tinted skin, tall and graceful, thin limbed and fragile looking. She was anything but fragile, as the frail looking body hid great strength. However, like all Vesarians, she was trained to solve problems using brains, not brawn.\n\nThe captain had found her to be wise and very helpful in their dealings with other species and cultures. Many times, her ability to sense the feelings and intentions of others had been to great advantage.\n\nThe counsellor directed her mind and heart towards the space station on the main display screen, and opened herself to the universe.\n\n\"Captain, I sense... great fear and confusion. These emotions are coming from the starboard disc of the station. I... I sense nothing at all from the rest of the space station.\"\n\n\"Nothing at all?\" Captain Donaldson asked with surprise. \"Are we to assume that all one hundred and forty residents of Pegasi Station are currently cramped into the starboard disc section?\"\n\n\"Sir,\" she felt out towards the station again, \"I sense a number of people there, but only perhaps fifty or sixty souls. Certainly no more than one hundred.\"\n\nThe captain turned to the science officer, who was already pressing buttons on his console. \"Confirmed, Captain!\" Lieutenant Gregari said worriedly, \"I'm only getting life sign readings from the space station's starboard disc.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Ensign Tremane,\" the captain ordered the young communications officer, \"hail the station, and ask what the current situation is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ensign Sophia Tremane was a promising young officer in her early twenties. She rested one finger against the receiver covering her right ear, as she worked her left hand across the controls of her console.\n\n\"Pegasi Station, this is the F.S.S. Ulysses, answering your distress call. What is your current situation?\"\n\nShe listened for a moment, then tried again.\n\n\"No response, sir,\" Ensign Tremane said to the captain, who nodded his head in thought, his face showing growing concern for those aboard the space station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I think we know enough for now,\" the captain decided. \"Commander Carlson, put together a Task Group. It's time to pay the station a visit.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It looks like we have no choice but to pay them a visit,\" Captain Donaldson said.\n\n\"Carlson,\" he turned to Commander Evan Carlson, the ship's First Officer. \"Assemble a Task Group. Pegasi Station is considered a quarantine zone – we can only assume the mysterious illness has spread throughout the station. Take every precaution, and Evan – be careful out there.\"\n\nCarlson turned to the counsellor, \"Will you accompany me to the station? We might be able to use your empathic abilities.\"\n\n\"I will accompany you, commander,\" she replied.\n\n\"Lieutenant Gregari,\" he turned to the science officer, \"you're coming too. Grab your science scanner, and let's go.\"\n\nTurning to the captain, he added, \"I'll collect Doctor Anderson on the way to the Teleportation Chamber.\"\n\n\"Good luck, commander,\" the captain said, and turned gravely to look at the image of the space station upon the main display screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 142)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Commander Carlson led the way, stepping into the elevator, with the counsellor and science officer close behind. On the way to the Teleportation Chamber, they stopped by Medbay, and collected Lieutenant Commander Susan Anderson, the ship's Chief Medical Officer.\n\nAs they walked down the ship's corridors, other crew members of the large starship watched them pass by, filled with admiration for the ship's officers, and knowing that the group were heading into a situation from which they might not return.\n\nWith the counsellor unable to sense many of the life forms aboard the space station, it was likely that the missing people were dead, killed by the mystery illness. Apparently it affected non-humans after all. Those still living were likely approaching death.\n\nThe Task Group stopped by a supply station, and put on sealed environmental suits. If it was an airborne virus, or passed through skin contact, the suits would protect them from infection.\n\nIf it was something else... Well, there were no answers to be found aboard the Ulysses. They would have to go aboard the space station and find out for themselves.\n\nEach team member collected their chosen equipment, strapping devices onto the utility belts on the outside of the environmental suits.\n\nThen they clipped their wristcoms back on, wearing the thick bracelet devices over the top of their environmental suits. The wristcoms were worn on the left forearm, with a small keypad and a display screen. They were designed mainly for communication, but also served as a personal homing beacon that identified their position.\n\nLastly, the Task Group stepped into the Teleportation Chamber, and targeted a room inside the space station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 76)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first officer of the Ulysses, Commander Evan Carlson, felt a feeling like numbness wash over him, from head to toe. There was a sudden flash of white, hot light, within his mind, as every molecule in his body was separated, then in an instant, reassembled at a new location.\n\nFor a moment he felt confused and bewildered, then his thoughts clicked back into place. It was a familiar reaction to the teleportation process.\n\nCarlson looked around the chamber into which they had teleported. They had appeared inside one of the reception areas of the space station, a chamber designed to receive visitors who had teleported aboard from their spaceships. Under usual circumstances, representatives of the station would be there to greet them, but as the four crew mates looked about, they saw no sign of life.\n\nLights above them shone down brightly, and from what they could see and hear, the computers and machinery of the space station seemed to be functioning fine.\n\nCarlson tapped a button on his wristcom, and spoke to the ship, \"Task Group to Ulysses: We've arrived in the reception chamber, but no one's here to greet us. We're going to have a look around. I'll report in when we've found out more. Carlson out.\"\n\n\"So, what's the plan, commander?\" Doctor Anderson asked him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carlson gave his orders: \"Okay team, let's stick together. No wandering off on your own until we've worked out what the situation is over here. I think we should head for the starboard disc section, and find out who is still alive.\" (Turn to – 141)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sounds like a good plan,\" Gregari said, looking about uneasily. He would have preferred to remain aboard the ship, but he had known the ever-present dangers of service when he signed up, and would not complain.\n\nCarlson walked over to a wall-mounted console and spoke, \"Computer, we wish to go to the starboard disc section.\"\n\n\"Destination accepted. Please follow the blue light,\" the space station's computer said from a speaker mounted near the console. Above one of the exits, a blue light activated.\n\nThe four Task Group members walked through the space station, traversing passageways and chambers of various shapes and sizes, in differing colour schemes that suggested which species had decorated those areas.\n\nThe reception chamber was located in the central area of the space station, and blue lights lit up above doorways as they walked, leading them to the starboard disc.\n\nAfter a few minutes, they reached a large circular bulkhead and hatchway which provided access to the starboard disc section, where the life signs had been detected.\n\nThey found a problem though - the hatch was shut tight!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carlson examined the console beside the hatch, trying to get the door open. (Turn to Section – 5)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The commander pressed a few buttons, which all beeped loudly, but nothing happened. Then there was a sound, like the locking mechanism trying to open, but the hatch remained shut.\n\n\"Maybe someone on the other side locked the door?\" Gregari suggested.\n\n\"It could be a system malfunction,\" Doctor Anderson said. \"If there are dying people on the other side, we've got to get through!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Counsellor, can you sense anything on the other side of the door?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miva Lontira focused inward, then reached out with her thoughts and her feelings, pushing her mind's way beyond the door and into whatever lay beyond.\n\n\"There's nothing close to us, but I can feel the presence of the survivors, scattered through that section of the station. They feel... weak and faint. I think many will die quite soon. Commander, I sense men, woman, and children. We have to get through to them!\"\n\nCarlson jabbed buttons on the console beside the door. The hatch lock mechanism made a few jarring noises, but the hatch would not slide out of the way.\n\n\"It won't open!\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Well, if it's a hatch malfunction, we can find out easily enough.\" Carlson turned to the science officer, \"Lieutenant Gregari, see if you can access station diagnostics from one of the consoles around here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lieutenant Gregari glanced about at the different computer panels built into the walls. Small stickers with symbols ran down the left side of each display, telling him what parts of the station computer system he could access via those panels. He smiled when he saw a small wrench symbol: station maintenance.\n\n\"That one over there,\" he said, pointing to the wall display. Fast and experienced fingers ran across the panel's touch screen, as he navigated through menus and system displays. Finally, he found what he was looking for, and ran a maintenance diagnostic program on the access hatch.\n\n\"Commander,\" he said, turning from the console, \"the hatch has been locked from the other side.\"\n\n\"They locked the hatch... It is a standard quarantine procedure. I guess they put those with the illness into that section of the station, to try and avoid contaminating the rest,\" Carlson said.\n\n\"Except, in this case, those with the illness locked themselves up,\" Doctor Anderson pointed out. \"That's unusual. What happened to all of those who remained outside of the starboard disc section?\"\n\n\"It's almost as if the infected people didn't want anyone to reach them,\" the counsellor said.\n\n\"Some sort of mass paranoia is possible. We don't know anything about the symptoms of the illness affecting them,\" Doctor Anderson said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I guess we could try and shoot our way through,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carlson drew his multi-mode blaster from the utility belt attached to his environmental suit.\n\n\"All right, people, we're probably running out of time. Everyone, set your blasters on wide spread. I'll aim for the centre, Gregari has the right, and Anderson has the left. Counsellor, aim below my shot. Hold the beam for ten, and we'll see how thick this hatch is.\"\n\nThey drew their blasters, and each took careful aim. \"Okay, fire on my mark... Mark!\"\n\nFour beams of energy spread out from the blasters to bathe the middle section of the hatch in superheated light. On wide spread, it was much like shining a wide-beam torch onto a wall, and the hatch glowed red where the circles of energy overlapped.\n\nSoon the surface of the hatch rippled under the torrent of energy, then began melting and dripping away. Then they were through! Quickly they shut off their blasters, so they would not cause much damage on the other side of the hatch.\n\nThe edges of the gaping hole glowed hot and fierce. They were glad they were wearing environmental suits, because the fumes from the melted plasteel would sting eyes and cause bouts of nausea.\n\n\"Looks a bit hot,\" Gregari pointed out, and as if on cue, the station's emergency systems kicked in. Ice cold gel sprayed down from nozzles in the ceiling, directed at the hatch. Soon the entire hatch surface was coated in the cold goop, and the red glow faded to a charred black and silver.\n\n\"Let's go, team – there are sick people in there, and we need to find a cure!\" Carlson said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 151)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leading the way, the commander carefully lifted one suited leg high, and bent his head down, stepping through the large hole in the hatch. On the other side, he looked about, while the others followed him through.\n\nThe starboard disc section of the space station was like a large wheel, standing upright. The access hatch from the central cylinder section of the station connected to the starboard disc, right in the middle.\n\nThe ten decks in this section were like horizontal slices of the wheel, both above and below them. Each level was smaller than the last, until the top or bottom of the wheel was reached.\n\nAt the end of the long corridor were lifts going up or down through the levels. Other corridors led to the rooms on that deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Counsellor, can you direct us to the nearest people?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Counsellor Miva Lontira closed her eyes, focusing on the waves of emotion emanating from that section of the space station.\n\n\"There are some people in that room ahead of us, the one on the right,\" she pointed the way.\n\n\"Okay, let's see what condition they are in. Hopefully we can work out what's wrong with them,\" Carlson said, and headed towards the door.\n\n\"Hey, uh... Can someone double-check my suit's seals? I'd really hate to catch whatever is wiping these people out,\" Gregari said anxiously." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 156)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come off it, Gregari, we're on a short time frame here,\" Carlson said to the young officer.\n\n\"Wait, commander,\" Doctor Anderson said, \"The lieutenant is probably right – we should make sure we're sealed up properly. The last thing we need is for one of us to get sick, and bring whatever it is back with us to the ship!\"\n\nThe commander thought for a moment, then gave in to her wisdom. Susan was right, and the captain would kill him if they brought the illness back to the crew of the Ulysses.\n\n\"Okay, form a circle. Everyone, check the seals on the suit to your right,\" he ordered.\n\nAfter a few minutes of careful investigation, the counsellor gasped. \"Susan, there's a small rip in your environmental suit's leg!\"\n\nThe doctor gasped too, \"Damn! I must have cut my suit on the ragged edge of that hole we blasted through the hatch!\"\n\nThe commander nearly swore. \"Okay, doctor, what do we do?\"\n\nShe thought for a while. \"We don't yet know how the illness is contracted. It could be by touch, it could be airborne, it could be exposure to some substance we have yet to encounter. We just don't know.\"\n\n\"Commander,\" she continued, \"I may already be infected. If I can't work out quickly what is wrong with the people here, they'll probably soon die. Worst case, if I'm infected, I'll still be alive for a few hours to find a cure – so I've got nothing to lose by us continuing here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 100)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She began unlatching her helmet. \"I'm taking off my suit, and I'm going in there to help those people out, and rules be damned!\"\n\n\"I sense her resolve, commander,\" the Vesarian counsellor said. \"She probably won't change her mind. We might as well use her knowledge while we know we can.\"\n\nThe commander thought hard. It was not a good situation. Doctor Anderson's suit was compromised, and she could already be infected for all they knew. He could have Ulysses teleport her back to the ship, in an isolated quarantine chamber, but then they could not get her hands-on opinion of the dying people.\n\n\"I hope you know what you're doing, doctor. If you aren't infected yet, and you take that suit off to handle those sick people in there, you'll almost certainly end up with the illness,\" he warned her.\n\n\"If I don't go in there, and find a cure for them, and I am infected, then I'm probably as good as dead. I have to help these people, Evan. Let me do my job right, and I'll be okay by the time this is all over,\" she assured him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Okay, you heard her, people. Let's get in there, and get to work,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Doctor Anderson climbed out of her cumbersome environmental suit, and unclipped the utility belt and medical gear she had attached to it, securing them to her navy blue starship uniform. Carlson touched the door-pad set into the wall beside the door frame, and it slid open with a chime. Inside the room were four very sick people.\n\nThere was a little boy, curled up on the floor in one corner, moaning softly in pain. A woman sat at a table, leant over upon the tabletop as if she was napping. Two men were also in the room, one of them sitting unconscious at a computer console, the other one lying unconscious where he had fallen beside the console.\n\nLieutenant Gregari instantly went into action, using his hand-held scanner to take readings of the two men, while Doctor Anderson scanned and examined the woman and child. Commander Carlson stood back and let them work, sharing anxious glances with the counsellor, who was doing her best to block out the pain and emotions emanating from the four victims of the mystery illness.\n\n\"That's strange,\" Doctor Anderson said as she read the information on her medical scanner.\n\n\"Gregari, let me look at your readings,\" she said, and he handed his science scanner to her.\n\n\"All four of these people are sick - very, very ill. However, the condition is not life threatening,\" she said.\n\n\"What do you mean, not life threatening?\" Carlson asked, stepping closer to glance at the scanners himself. He didn't understand much of what was on the screen, for he had little medical training other than standard military first aid procedures.\n\n\"They have all been exposed to Bihosanzamene - it's a drug they were experimenting with back on earth,\" Doctor Anderson replied, astounded at her find. \"It was a failed medicine - an experiment that resulted in the banning of the chemical substance. It was supposed to help treat solar radiation sickness, and while it did have some beneficial effects, it's side effects can be seen before us: overwhelming nausea, blackouts, dizzy spells, vomiting – all very unpleasant. However, the human body naturally resists the drug, and after a patient stops using Bihosanzamene, it goes out of their system within two days, leaving them as healthy as they were before taking the drug.\"\n\n\"Let me get this straight, Susan,\" Carlson said. \"You're saying that these people have been drugged, or exposed to that drug in some way, but left alone, they will all be fine before too long?\"\n\n\"Exactly. These people aren't dying, though they may feel like it. They began to fall ill twenty-six hours ago, so this time tomorrow, they'll all be okay,\" she said.\n\n\"And the medical officers aboard this station didn't know about this Bihosanza-whatever drug?\" Carlson asked.\n\n\"It never went into circulation - few in the medical profession would know of the drug,\" Doctor Anderson said.\n\n\"I'd better make a report, the captain will be wondering what's happening over here,\" Carlson said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 164)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Commander Carlson tapped a button on his wristcom, and spoke into the microphone inside his environmental suit's helmet, \"Task Group to Ulysses: Captain, we've got some welcome news over here. Doctor Anderson was able to identify the cause of the mystery illness. I'll let her fill you in.\"\n\n\"This is Doctor Anderson,\" she said into her wristcom. \"Captain, somehow these people have been exposed to an experimental drug, a medicine that was a failure and cancelled back on earth. All of the symptoms of their mysterious illness are simply the negative side effects of taking the medication. The good news is that the traces of the chemical compounds are fading from their bloodstreams, and in another twenty-four hours, they'll all be good and healthy again. The station's doctors would not have picked up on the problem because the development of the drug in question was kept under wraps after it was established as a failure.\"\n\nThe Captain's voice spoke from their wristcom's, \"That's good news, people! We were starting to get worried over here. Well done, doctor!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"However, I'm curious, doctor,\" Captain Donaldson said, \"If this medicine was cancelled, and not in use, how is it you were able to recognise it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was part of the research team testing the drug in its early days,\" Doctor Anderson admitted. \"When we deemed it unfit for people to use, the project was cancelled. I am uncertain as to how anyone out here could have gained access to the formula, or why anyone would expose all the humans here to the substance.\"\n\n\"Yes, it is a puzzle, doctor,\" the captain said. \"So, have you looked at anything else aboard the station? Are there signs of the other non-human inhabitants, or of what happened to them?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 13)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We came straight here, captain,\" the commander replied. \"I guess if these people will be okay, we should check out the rest of the space station.\"\n\n \"And try to find out how they became exposed to this hazardous drug,\" the captain ordered.\n\n \"Will do. Task Group out,\" Carlson signed off, then turned to his crew mates.\n\n \"Well, the humans over here will be okay. Let's go investigate the other parts of the station, and see where everyone else went to,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 90)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They made their way back through the hole in the hatch, into the cylindrical centre structure of the space station. The doctor pointed out that it was much easier moving about without wearing her bulky environmental suit.\n\n \"Why don't you get out of those suits, they're only slowing us down, and I've established that there is no virus spreading through the air,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(Turn to Section – 145)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We still don't know how they came in contact with the drug,\" the counsellor pointed out.\n\n \"What, you mean we could still end up as sick as them?\" Gregari asked worriedly.\n\n \"You would have to swallow the chemicals somehow, or be injected by them. Simply touching the chemical compound would have no effect on you, and it can't be received through inhalation,\" the doctor said.\n\n \"Well, these suits are a bit itchy,\" Gregari complained." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I think we should keep the suits on, Susan,\" Carlson said. \"We don't know how the drug got into their bloodstream, and I'd rather not touch, or even smell anything, just to be safe.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I guess if I start showing symptoms, you will know the drug has gotten into my system,\" she said. \"But as I said, I don't think it would be possible. You're the commander though.\"\n\nEither remember, or write down, that the Task Group has kept their environmental suits on. Then continue reading as per normal. (Don't worry, this demo web program will keep track of it for you)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"We're in the main section of the station, the cylindrical structure at the centre. We might as well explore here first, before moving on to the port-side disc,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A wise thought,\" Counsellor Lontira agreed with him.\n\n\"If there aren't any life signs, outside of the humans in the starboard disc section, then it should be pretty safe around here, don't you think commander? Why don't we split up, it will make the search go faster,\" Doctor Anderson suggested." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"No... I've got a bad feeling about this place. It's one thing for all the humans to fall sick from exposure to a banned drug, it's another thing for the eighty or more non-humans to disappear. Let's stick together for now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The others, listening to the silence around them, decided they agreed.\n\n\"So, what do you think?\" Carlson asked." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Drama", "Fantasy", "Female Protagonist" ]

[ 72, 50, 96, 125, 43, 20, 15, 29 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of grimdark fantasy, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Contest Entry, Drama, Fantasy, Female Protagonist\"\n\n\n\"Your mother was cast aside by your father for certain 'unnatural' practices. Raised by your overly strict father, you always felt as though you didn't belong in the village, and the way the other villagers treated you didn't help. So, what are you going to do about it?\n~December Contest prompt #34: The protagonist is the village whore. But she's also a witch!~\n(This story sort of ran away with itself and I ran out of time, so I hope there's enough 'whore' and 'witch' in it to qualify.)\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Life has never been easy for you. You were separated from your mother when you were three years old. Although you never heard the full story, you've heard enough over the years from the gossips of Endlemire to piece together the gist of it. Father banished your mother from the household with accusations that she didn't act like a proper wife, or even a proper woman. You never saw her again. In fact, the only memory you have left of her is a vision of a beautiful, but careworn face framed in copper colored hair, the same hair that you have.\n\nIn light of the scandal, Father raised you with strict severity, even compared to the other children of your conservative village. The older you got, the more people threw it in your face that your mother was so scandalous. Any mistake you made was attributed to your mother's flaws. Perhaps if you looked less like her, they might have forgiven you in time. Instead your features are soft and fair, rather than dark and stern like Father's. You have heard it over and over again how much you look like your mother. The villagers sometimes whisper that red hair is the sign of a tainted soul, and green eyes reveal a dangerous heart. They are rare enough colors among the villagers, but aren't entirely unheard of. But no one harassed the others for these traits. Then again, you didn't recall anyone else having both traits at the same time.\n\nAt first you tried to stand up for yourself, but this seemed to turn people against you even further; someone with your shameful lineage should show more humility. You were told you should be grateful to even be allowed to stay within Endlemire's boundaries. Forget the fact that when the trouble happened, you were nothing but an innocent child. Forget the fact that you were never told what shameful sin, or horrible crime, your mother committed. Living under the shadow of your mother's scandal hasn't done you any favors.\n\nHow do you feel about this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Angry: it's time you did something about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anger is completely natural; unfortunately for you, the people of Endlemire don't appreciate your right to express yourself. When protesting your innocence doesn't get you very far, you up the scale of your misbehavior. It starts with simply talking back to your elders, and then goes on to calling people out on their behavior. While you are actually speaking the truth, you ignore any sense of tact or delicacy, partly because you're just a child, but mostly because you're getting angrier by the day. Eventually this reaches a breaking point.\n\nYou are playing with a handful of children in the market square, their parents are huddled in a small group, talking to each other about the price of eggs and other such village matters. At the moment they don't seem to notice that their children are breathing the same air as you, let alone playing with you. You are actually having fun for the first time in ages when a little boy calls out to his mother in excitement. When she instinctively turns her head to respond, she sees her two precious children playing with you.\n\nAngry, she rushes into the group of children and grasps each of her children by the arm, pulling them away from their play despite their reluctance. She hands them over to the other parents and storms back to confront you. Glowering down at you from her adult height, she puts her hands on her hips.\n\n\"How dare you play with my darlings, you filthy child!\" she demands, her words causing you to flinch.\n\n\"I wasn't doing anything wrong,\" you protest, trying to fight back the tears. The afternoon had been so lovely, and she is ruining it.\n\n\"Nonsense. Playing with you is only going to hurt them.\"\n\n\"I wasn't even touching them.\"\n\n\"Impertinence! How dare you be impertinent to me!\" In her anger at your rudeness, though you're not sure what you did wrong, she reaches to grab your arm, which you evade. Unfortunately for you this only gets her even more incensed. This time she goes for your ear, and you fail to get out of her grasp. It hurts! You cry out and beg to be released, but she ignores your cries. That is why you jerk your head to the side and bite her arm.\n\nShe lets go of you.\n\nNot only does she release you, but she shoves you down on the ground and calls for aid. Soon a mob of adults surround you and drag you home. You're locked in the cellar while they decide your fate. You hear the harsh sounds of their voices going back and forth, though you cannot make out any of the words. You doubt anything good is being said. Father sounds angrier than you have ever heard him before, and your stomach begins to sink.\n\nYou spend the next few days in almost complete solitude, locked in your room. Your room never had a lock on it before, so you're guessing Father had it put there during the time you were in the cellar. You only see him when he gives you your meals for the day: porridge for breakfast, two pieces of plain bread for lunch, and a paltry helping of vegetables and meat for supper. On the fourth day you are taken away by a stranger wearing all black; Father isn't even there to see you off as you're bundled into a very austere looking carriage.\n\n\"Where are we going?\" you ask. You've never been outside of Endlemire before.\n\n\"Silence, child! I am not here to answer your questions.\" He then promptly ignores you, other than to glare at you any time you try to speak up. You spend a long trip staring at the man and wondering where you are going.\n\nFinally, the carriage stops at an imposing stone building surrounded by stone walls. Unlike many such buildings, it is completely functional without a hint of adornment. At first you are relieved to be at your destination, but this feeling doesn't last long. If you thought Father was strict, he was nothing compared to the people here. Disobedience is met with whippings and meals are withheld when the whippings fail to bring you to contrition. At least Father allowed you some small time to yourself, but now you are always surrounded by other children who had been as rebellious as you and the adults who are tasked with taming them. You, and these other children, are called 'The Compromised' by the adults, who in turn demand to be called 'The Keepers.'\n\nYou spend most of your first days angry. During the next few weeks you learn to fear your own anger, and fall into sadness. But even this is considered misbehavior. Ingratitude is a sin, or so The Keepers tell you. Everything seems to be a sin other than strict obedience, humility, and selflessness. You and the other 'compromised' children find your lot in life quite difficult.\n\nThis new life leaves you:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Broken" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is no way to live, and you fight it with all that you have. Unfortunately, there are many Keepers and only one of you. The other children are too afraid to aid you, and a few of them even tattle on you to the adults. You find yourself being increasingly cut off from everyone and everything, and your young heart can't take this anymore. Months go by and you become a pale shadow of yourself. When winter approaches, you become ill. The poor meals and whippings make recovery next to impossible, and you find that you don't even have the energy to care. One evening you slip into a nightmare filled fever.\n\nYou never wake up again.\n\nYour life has come to a close; perhaps it was your choices that brought you here, and perhaps it was just cruel fate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anger is completely natural; unfortunately for you, the people of Endlemire don't appreciate your right to express yourself. When protesting your innocence doesn't get you very far, you up the scale of your misbehavior. It starts with simply talking back to your elders, and then goes on to calling people out on their behavior. While you are actually speaking the truth, you ignore any sense of tact or delicacy, partly because you're just a child, but mostly because you're getting angrier by the day. Eventually this reaches a breaking point.\n\nYou are playing with a handful of children in the market square, their parents are huddled in a small group, talking to each other about the price of eggs and other such village matters. At the moment they don't seem to notice that their children are breathing the same air as you, let alone playing with you. You are actually having fun for the first time in ages when a little boy calls out to his mother in excitement. When she instinctively turns her head to respond, she sees her two precious children playing with you.\n\nAngry, she rushes into the group of children and grasps each of her children by the arm, pulling them away from their play despite their reluctance. She hands them over to the other parents and storms back to confront you. Glowering down at you from her adult height, she puts her hands on her hips.\n\n\"How dare you play with my darlings, you filthy child!\" she demands, her words causing you to flinch.\n\n\"I wasn't doing anything wrong,\" you protest, trying to fight back the tears. The afternoon had been so lovely, and she is ruining it.\n\n\"Nonsense. Playing with you is only going to hurt them.\"\n\n\"I wasn't even touching them.\"\n\n\"Impertinence! How dare you be impertinent to me!\" In her anger at your rudeness, though you're not sure what you did wrong, she reaches to grab your arm, which you evade. Unfortunately for you this only gets her even more incensed. This time she goes for your ear, and you fail to get out of her grasp. It hurts! You cry out and beg to be released, but she ignores your cries. That is why you jerk your head to the side and bite her arm.\n\nShe lets go of you.\n\nNot only does she release you, but she shoves you down on the ground and calls for aid. Soon a mob of adults surround you and drag you home. You're locked in the cellar while they decide your fate. You hear the harsh sounds of their voices going back and forth, though you cannot make out any of the words. You doubt anything good is being said. Father sounds angrier than you have ever heard him before, and your stomach begins to sink.\n\nYou spend the next few days in almost complete solitude, locked in your room. Your room never had a lock on it before, so you're guessing Father had it put there during the time you were in the cellar. You only see him when he gives you your meals for the day: porridge for breakfast, two pieces of plain bread for lunch, and a paltry helping of vegetables and meat for supper. On the fourth day you are taken away by a stranger wearing all black; Father isn't even there to see you off as you're bundled into a very austere looking carriage.\n\n\"Where are we going?\" you ask. You've never been outside of Endlemire before.\n\n\"Silence, child! I am not here to answer your questions.\" He then promptly ignores you, other than to glare at you any time you try to speak up. You spend a long trip staring at the man and wondering where you are going.\n\nFinally, the carriage stops at an imposing stone building surrounded by stone walls. Unlike many such buildings, it is completely functional without a hint of adornment. At first you are relieved to be at your destination, but this feeling doesn't last long. If you thought Father was strict, he was nothing compared to the people here. Disobedience is met with whippings and meals are withheld when the whippings fail to bring you to contrition. At least Father allowed you some small time to yourself, but now you are always surrounded by other children who had been as rebellious as you and the adults who are tasked with taming them. You, and these other children, are called 'The Compromised' by the adults, who in turn demand to be called 'The Keepers.'\n\nYou spend most of your first days angry. During the next few weeks you learn to fear your own anger, and fall into sadness. But even this is considered misbehavior. Ingratitude is a sin, or so The Keepers tell you. Everything seems to be a sin other than strict obedience, humility, and selflessness. You and the other 'compromised' children find your lot in life quite difficult.\n\nThis new life leaves you:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Receptive" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a bit of internal struggle, you finally let go of your anger and simply accept what happens to you. You tuck away any feelings of resentment or injustice and keep your face blank, your body stiff, and your actions mechanical. While this fails to make you happy, it eventually leads to fewer beatings. As your behavior starts to replicate the Keepers' more and more, you find life easier, if not enjoyable. The older you get, the harder it is to remember why you were so angry; you live your life in a repetitive cloud of empty tranquility, but at least your physical scars have finally healed to thin white lines instead of remaining angry red welts.\n\nBy the time you are twenty-five, your hair has gone pre-maturely white, almost as if the fire in your hair went out the same time as the fire in your heart. As an adult you become one of the Keepers in time, training the next generation of angry, 'compromised' children to be as empty as you are. In this you have some limited success, but every so often, in the middle of the night, you are gripped with a feeling of guilt, though you never tell this to a soul.\n\nYour life goes on, but your story has come to an end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Life has never been easy for you. You were separated from your mother when you were three years old. Although you never heard the full story, you've heard enough over the years from the gossips of Endlemire to piece together the gist of it. Father banished your mother from the household with accusations that she didn't act like a proper wife, or even a proper woman. You never saw her again. In fact, the only memory you have left of her is a vision of a beautiful, but careworn face framed in copper colored hair, the same hair that you have.\n\nIn light of the scandal, Father raised you with strict severity, even compared to the other children of your conservative village. The older you got, the more people threw it in your face that your mother was so scandalous. Any mistake you made was attributed to your mother's flaws. Perhaps if you looked less like her, they might have forgiven you in time. Instead your features are soft and fair, rather than dark and stern like Father's. You have heard it over and over again how much you look like your mother. The villagers sometimes whisper that red hair is the sign of a tainted soul, and green eyes reveal a dangerous heart. They are rare enough colors among the villagers, but aren't entirely unheard of. But no one harassed the others for these traits. Then again, you didn't recall anyone else having both traits at the same time.\n\nAt first you tried to stand up for yourself, but this seemed to turn people against you even further; someone with your shameful lineage should show more humility. You were told you should be grateful to even be allowed to stay within Endlemire's boundaries. Forget the fact that when the trouble happened, you were nothing but an innocent child. Forget the fact that you were never told what shameful sin, or horrible crime, your mother committed. Living under the shadow of your mother's scandal hasn't done you any favors.\n\nHow do you feel about this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sad: you think you'll run away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They say that running away from a problem never solves it, but you're skeptical about this. Since your problems seem to stem from the people of Endlemire, it just seems to make the most sense to relocate yourself. You slip out of your house one day while Father is at work. His work schedule has been the same for as long as you can remember, and you have no worries that he will return home early. This should give you enough time to get away. You are more concerned about being seen by one of the villagers. Nervously you creep away from the only home you've ever known. It doesn't take you long to reach the edge of the village, where you stop and look around.\n\nEndlemire is a quaint little place, nestled up against the mountains. A lot of men in the village mine and quarry there. Nearby there is a swamp, which has a bit of a history to it. Originally it was a swamp, but then it was cultivated. During a particularly bad flood, it was turned to a swamp again and the people never bothered cultivating it again. Then there is the road winding out of the village; it only goes in one direction. As its name suggests, Endlemire is pretty much the end of the line since the mountains were never made fully traversable.\n\nWhile running away seemed like a good idea at the time, you realize you've never been outside the village and you don't really know anything about life outside of it.\n\nWhat do you plan to do about this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow the Road" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The road looks like the easiest path; the swamp is too wet, and the mountains are too rough. Putting one foot in front of the other, you start walking down the road. The cobbles are easy on the feet and you aren't plagued with indecision on where to go; the road just keeps stretching itself out in front of you. In fact, it seems a little dull after you scraped up the nerve to run away.\n\nYou are just starting to relax a little when you hear voices up ahead. Your first instinct is to panic; maybe it's your father or one of the villagers coming to take you home. Then you realize that those voices would be coming from behind, not ahead. Still, your experiences with people so far have made you wary of others. On the other hand, are you sure you want to avoid all people for the rest of your life? That seems like a rather daunting prospect.\n\nBut you must decide now what you want to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hide from the people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're just not ready to trust these men yet. You duck into the bushes and wait for them to pass. As they go by, you hear them laughing and chatting to each other easily; they seem less guarded than the men and women of your village, and you feel a sense of regret and longing. Why couldn't Father have been more like these men? But that is neither here nor there; they are gone and that is one path you'll never know. The only thing to do now is go forward.\n\nSo, you do.\n\nUnfortunately, it isn't long before you hear more people coming. Just as before, you hide in the bushes. These people seem a little less friendly, and you feel more comfortable about hiding from them. This happens several more times, and considerably slows your progress. You had no idea this many people used this road; Endlemire always seemed so sleepy. And each time you hide, you find it harder and harder to think about doing anything else. Soon you don't even think about it anymore, you simply take refuge in the foliage the moment you even think you hear someone coming.\n\nIn the end you never do make it to another village. Instead you spend the rest of your days hiding in the forest. You survive off of berries and roots to start with, supplementing it with anything you can scavenge from people when they stop to rest, or relieve themselves. As you get a little older, you start hunting animals and cook them over a crude fire. Word spreads of a feral child living in the woods, but no one really connects you with the little girl that disappeared from Endlemire, probably because no one wants to be bothered with claiming you.\n\nYou live like this for several years, until the area sees the worst winter it has seen in over seven decades. When spring finally brings a thaw, your body is found cold and dead, curled up in a little ball in a futile attempt to preserve warmth. You are buried unceremoniously in the forest and are soon forgotten.\n\nYour life has come to a close; perhaps it was your choices that brought you here, and perhaps it was just cruel fate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The road looks like the easiest path; the swamp is too wet, and the mountains are too rough. Putting one foot in front of the other, you start walking down the road. The cobbles are easy on the feet and you aren't plagued with indecision on where to go; the road just keeps stretching itself out in front of you. In fact, it seems a little dull after you scraped up the nerve to run away.\n\nYou are just starting to relax a little when you hear voices up ahead. Your first instinct is to panic; maybe it's your father or one of the villagers coming to take you home. Then you realize that those voices would be coming from behind, not ahead. Still, your experiences with people so far have made you wary of others. On the other hand, are you sure you want to avoid all people for the rest of your life? That seems like a rather daunting prospect.\n\nBut you must decide now what you want to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stand your ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You keep your feet firmly planted on the road and watch as the other people draw nearer. As they come closer you can see that there are three of them, all adult males. The eldest of them is driving a donkey cart, and the other two are walking beside it; they look similar enough that you guess they are brothers. But maybe they look so similar just because they're unlike any people you've seen before. Despite their pale eyes and hair, their skin is very red from too much time in the sun; your people tend to have darker hair and eyes naturally, but rarely show this level of sunburn. This doesn't seem to bother them though; they seem cheerful as they talk to each other. You find this settles your nerves a little. Clicking his tongue, the driver calls his donkey to a halt, while one of the walking men comes up to you. You're not sure how old he is, but he's decidedly older than you are. You're pretty sure he's younger than Father. More importantly, his face is kinder.\n\n\"Who do you belong to, little girl?\" he asks in a gentle voice with a faint lilt to it. You've never heard a voice quite like it before, and this makes you feel nervous all over again. Unfortunately, it's too late to back down now, and it would be just plain rude to ignore the question.\n\nWhat do you do about it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lie" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You mumble some barely made up story about going out to pick some flowers and getting lost. When the man looks at you skeptically, you explain that you had tripped and fallen, crushing the flowers you had picked, so you left them behind. Your drab and patched clothes make it hard to refute that you might have fallen down. While the men don't seem completely convinced, they also don't have a reason to detain you much further. Shrugging his shoulders, the man goes back to his companions and they continue on their way.\n\nWhen you are alone again, you continue along the road. The last encounter wasn't so bad, so when another group of men show up you don't bother to hide yourself. You had even stopped along the way to pick a bunch of flowers for your continued lie, and you're rather pleased with yourself for being that clever. Unfortunately for you, cleverness doesn't always mean wisdom, and that's something you're severely lacking in, mostly because you're just a child and you don't have the experience yet to be wise.\n\nThe next group of men are not quite so benevolent. In fact, they scoop you up, bind your arms and legs, and cart you off to an even more miserable existence as a slave in some foreign country. Your world now consists of cramped quarters, angry masters, whips and poor food.\n\nYou would have been better off staying at home compared to this. You don't even make it out of your teens, and your last thought is only relief that you didn't have to live another year in such a mean, back-breaking life.\n\nYour life has come to a close; perhaps it was your choices that brought you here, and perhaps it was just cruel fate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You keep your feet firmly planted on the road and watch as the other people draw nearer. As they come closer you can see that there are three of them, all adult males. The eldest of them is driving a donkey cart, and the other two are walking beside it; they look similar enough that you guess they are brothers. But maybe they look so similar just because they're unlike any people you've seen before. Despite their pale eyes and hair, their skin is very red from too much time in the sun; your people tend to have darker hair and eyes naturally, but rarely show this level of sunburn. This doesn't seem to bother them though; they seem cheerful as they talk to each other. You find this settles your nerves a little. Clicking his tongue, the driver calls his donkey to a halt, while one of the walking men comes up to you. You're not sure how old he is, but he's decidedly older than you are. You're pretty sure he's younger than Father. More importantly, his face is kinder.\n\n\"Who do you belong to, little girl?\" he asks in a gentle voice with a faint lilt to it. You've never heard a voice quite like it before, and this makes you feel nervous all over again. Unfortunately, it's too late to back down now, and it would be just plain rude to ignore the question.\n\nWhat do you do about it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell the truth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You realize you don't know enough about the world in general, or the surrounding villages specifically, to make up a convincing lie. This leads you to fall back on the truth. Slowly you recant the tale of your short life, explaining the mystery of your mother's scandal and the reaction of the villagers. You notice some expressions of disgust on the men's faces, and at first you think that it's direct at you; you shrink into yourself, regretting talking to these men. But then the one in front of you kneels down and extends his arms towards you in a welcoming and sympathetic gesture.\n\n\"No one should be treated like that, Little One. That sort of behavior is shameful; your adults should've know better. We don't treat our young like this. Sometimes we may be harsh, but we try to be fair.\" Then man pauses for a moment, his face thoughtful. \"You are welcome to join us; it would be cruel to leave you alone in this world, and it would be just as bad to send you back to Endlemire.\" This brings tears to your eyes, even though you feel warm and happy inside. It doesn't take you long to accept this invitation. Smiling, the man lifts you up and puts you in the back of the wagon. He takes the driver aside and speaks to him for a few moments; you can't hear a word they say.\n\nFinally, the driver gets back into his seat. Pulling on the reins, he turns the cart around and the whole group starts traveling back the way it came, away from your village. You don't say much at first, but listen to the men as they talk. For the most part they speak in a language you do not understand, but every so often they will say a few words to you. Eventually you make it back to the next village, where the group of men meet with an even larger group that includes women and children. They all speak that same strange language. One woman, who you guess to be the wife of the man who invited you to join them, makes a big fuss over you, even though it seems that she can't speak your language at all.\n\nIn time you learn to understand the situation more fully. These people are traveling merchants that have come from another land entirely, trading spice and fabric to this colder area of the world. The man who invited you is married, but he and his wife have not been able to have children, which was a sorrow to them both. When he heard your story, he took compassion on you; it seemed a crime to him that anyone would treat a child like that when there are those who would love a child, but could not have one. Since your father obviously didn't want you, he decided there was no harm in keeping you for himself.\n\nYour life with this new family is an improvement. Although you have to work harder than you did with your father, the support and kindness from your adoptive parents is well worth it. For once you actually feel like you belong somewhere. That doesn't mean things are always easy; there's still a bit of a language barrier to overcome, and traveling all the time is dangerous. You never fully master their language, but you learn enough to get by. Eventually you marry one of their young men and have three wonderful, if sometimes difficult to handle, children.\n\nFor the rest of your life, you never return to Endlemire. You never really find out what happened to your mother. When you die you are surrounded by the friends and family that you joined in your youth, but you always feel a secret sadness that you were never accepted by your own people.\n\nThis is the end of your tale, and many people have done far worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They say that running away from a problem never solves it, but you're skeptical about this. Since your problems seem to stem from the people of Endlemire, it just seems to make the most sense to relocate yourself. You slip out of your house one day while Father is at work. His work schedule has been the same for as long as you can remember, and you have no worries that he will return home early. This should give you enough time to get away. You are more concerned about being seen by one of the villagers. Nervously you creep away from the only home you've ever known. It doesn't take you long to reach the edge of the village, where you stop and look around.\n\nEndlemire is a quaint little place, nestled up against the mountains. A lot of men in the village mine and quarry there. Nearby there is a swamp, which has a bit of a history to it. Originally it was a swamp, but then it was cultivated. During a particularly bad flood, it was turned to a swamp again and the people never bothered cultivating it again. Then there is the road winding out of the village; it only goes in one direction. As its name suggests, Endlemire is pretty much the end of the line since the mountains were never made fully traversable.\n\nWhile running away seemed like a good idea at the time, you realize you've never been outside the village and you don't really know anything about life outside of it.\n\nWhat do you plan to do about this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run Towards the Mountains" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mountains may be difficult to travel, but they seem safer. You have a fear of taking the wrong step in the swamp and sinking into its murky depths. That thought alone gives you chills. No, the mountains must be safer. At any rate, they will be drier. As for the road, you figure that's where the adults would look for you first. You pat yourself on the back for being clever enough to take the path least likely for a little girl.\n\nAt first the going isn't so bad. The balmy smell of the mountain trees is rather invigorating, and you keep up a brisk pace for the better part of an hour. However, it doesn't take long for you to realize that this is no short walk through the village. Soon your short legs start to tire, and this idea doesn't seem so brilliant after all. Still, you'd rather take your chances in the wild then go back and face Father's anger.\n\nAdjusting your pace, you continue going. Although it is starting to get dark, and you're getting a little scared, you aren't lonely. Company has never been comfortable for you, and the uncertain sounds of the forest seem more benign than the chastisements of the village women, the shouting of the men, or the teasing of the children.\n\nA few minutes later, you change your mind. A horrible scream echoes through the forest. It sounds like a woman who is either very angry, or very afraid. Badly startled, you freeze in your tracks, not sure what to do. A few seconds pass and you hear the scream again. Maybe the woman is in need of help. On the one hand, it might let you prove that you're not such a bad person. On the other hand, you're just a child; what can you do to help if a woman older than you is in danger?\n\nStaying still like this probably isn't a wise idea; you need to decide what to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You move towards the scream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somehow it just doesn't feel right to abandon someone in trouble. You doubt that even the villagers would leave you to be killed or badly harmed, even if they would never save you from surface wounds or humiliation. No, they would be too self-righteous to let something that obvious go. Of course, that doesn't really make a case to go and help the woman, but you can't help how you feel. Quietly, despite no real training in stealth, you creep towards the sound. You hear it again, and it is definitely closer than last time. But no matter how far you go, you don't see any sign of the woman.\n\n\"Hello?\" you call out timidly. Only the ambient sounds of the mountain answer you back. You repeat your single word question a little louder. Again, there is no answer. You wonder if perhaps the woman is beyond helping now, and you turn to go back down the mountain. If the woman is dead, there is nothing you can do for her.\n\nYou don't get very far. With the sound of the trees rustling you're hit with a warm, heavy body impacting your back. You scream out in pain as four sets of claws pierce your back and start rending the flesh. Fortunately, you aren't in pain for very long. You feel the mountain lion's hot breath on your neck before it snaps its jaws shut on your throat. Your neck is broken, and even if it hadn't been, you would have bled out very rapidly. Mountain lions are smart enough to cover their kills, so your body is never found. At least, not by anyone that would have remembered you.\n\nYour life has come to a close; perhaps it was your choices that brought you here, and perhaps it was just cruel fate." } ]

[ "Fantasy", "Part of Series" ]

[ 36, 41, 81, 56, 11, 5, 2, 16 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: fantasy Themes: Fantasy Details: For hundreds of years your people have lived on The Three Islands completely surrounded by a vast impenetrable reef. Scientific advances and large amounts of gunpowder has finally allowed your people to breach this reef in two places, making accessible for the first time a vast unexplored world beyond your country's borders. The ten greatest sea captains of The Three Islands have been summoned by the King to take part in a great race: to be the first to sail around an unexplored world!\nYou are one of these Captains and an exciting adventure into the unknown awaits you!\nAuthor's Note: My first foray into Fantasy for teenage readers! Inspired by the incredible first voyage around the world by Ferdinand Magellan if this story isn't universally detested it will be the first of a five-part series of adventures! I hope you enjoy it and as always, thank you for taking the time to read the semi-literate scribbles I like to call my writing :) Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is Cleo Trapa, and for a year you have sailed your ship Adventurer around The Three Islands transporting goods for merchants and surviving sicknesses, storms and mutiny. The Adventurer is a tough little ship, large enough for a crew of 30 and with enough space to hold 30 days worth of supplies. Though you are only twenty years old you have already shown natural leadership and a strong character in times of difficulty, leading to your inclusion in what everyone is calling The Great Race\n\nThe World of Magellan on which you live is mostly water and for this reason the people of The Three Islands have a rich naval tradition. Gunpowder is a recent invention and though your ship is armed with four cannons and all your crew carry muskets these are slow to load and highly inaccurate making the sword your crew's primary weapon. Nothing is known of the geography of the world beyond The Three Islands but your kingdom's wisest men have estimated it will take approximately fifty days to sail around the world.\n\nThe main problem with this is that your ship can only carry a maximum amount of Supplies for 30 days which will make finding and obtaining fresh sources of Food your top priority, if you ever run out of Food (your Food number reaches 0) then you and all your crew will starve to death and die. You will almost certainly lose crew members to all manner of causes and must take care your Crew number never falls to 0, that will mean that you and all your Crew are dead.\n\nFinally you must remember that you are taking part in a race against nine Captains with very different personalities, ships and outlooks. To help you keep track of these different Captains a List of Participants in The Great Race is provided, you will find it useful to pick it up and study it before beginning your adventure. Speed is therefore a secondary concern for you but not your main concern: you will find it quite challenging enough simply surviving the voyage, let alone being the first to sail all around the world!\n\nThose who are the first to sail all around the world will win 2 Points, those who survive the voyage around the world but are not the fastest will win 1 Point and those who run out of Crew or Food during the voyage and die win no Points. Your Score will be shown if you leave a comment when you have finished this story. You might find it useful to make a map as you sail as the information might be useful for future voyages and adventures in these waters...\n\nSo good luck reader, make intelligent and strategically sound choices and with a little luck, a good heading and a fair wind you might live to see your homeland again!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You click here to begin your adventure (pick up the List of Participants first!)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At dawn on the assigned day of the race you and the other nine Captains taking part in The Great Race gather in the Royal Palace of Golden Sands to receive the blessings of the King. This is the first time many of you have met and you examine each other's faces curiously. Tobias Cuthrew is a surprise, a short quiet man with a white beard he appears so unremarkable as to be almost unnoticeable. Anne-Marie and John Dancer are both good-looking and proud while Edward Low is a heavily-built and scowling man who glares around him in an intimidating way. Esme Hale is young and beautiful chatting to the artist Rosemary Cleaver who is pale and willowy. Jack Spratt looks flushed and unsteady on his feet, standing between Donald Trevers (a nervous man in spectacles) and Ann Lovett, a slightly overweight and elegantly dressed lady. Within minutes you and the other Captains are summoned into the King's presence. King Drahcir is now a very old man and his bones seem to creak as he rises from his throne to greet you.\n\n\"Captains\" he says quietly. \"The experience of your lives is before you. No one can tell you what adventures you will have because no one knows awaits you beyond The Great Reef. Oh, to be young again! The wise men tell me it will take fifty days, give or take a week or two, for you to circumnavigate the world. That means you must find food on your voyage if you are to survive. Follow the North Star, be brave and I hope you will all return back safely to me.\" He hesitates, glances at his daughter Anne-Marie and then adds. \"Alas, my head tells me I will not see all of you again.\"\n\nWaved from his presence you all return to your ships and make ready to sail. The Sea Ghost is the first to go, slipping out of the harbor of Golden Sands and vanishing into the morning fog, followed in hourly succession by the Vixen, Revenge, Dancer's Pride and Merry Company. At noon it is your turn so hoisting the anchor and with the cheers of your countrymen gathered on the quay ringing in your ears you steer the Adventurer out of the harbor of Golden Sands and out to sea. With adrenalin coursing through your body you steer your ship over the dancing waves of the great deep while your crew sing happily with joy. If they knew the dangers that awaited them they would not be singing.\n\nOnce you are away from the shoals off Golden Sands you need to set your heading. You know the waters of The Three Islands very well, having sailed them countless times. The Northern Passage, your gateway into the unknown, lies about a week directly north but before you get there you have two possible stopping points. The Island of Amethyst lies to the Northwest, a heavily-timbered island where ships are built and sailors hired. The lower-lying and grassy island of Onyx lies to the Northeast, agricultural and peaceful it is the principal food-supplier of The Three Islands and would be a good place to pick up fresh supplies.\n\nYou need to choose your heading." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Northwest to Amethyst" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amethyst is a bustling port and as you sail into it you are surprised to see Captain Trever's ship Lady Fortune anchored there already, sailors struggling to clear a fallen mast from the deck. You always got on well with Trevers, a mild-manned and polite man, and anchoring the Adventurer alongside his ship you have a gangplank thrown across your two ships and the luckless Captain soon comes aboard the Adventurer.\n\n\"Woodworm\" he tells you mournfully, indicating his ship's fallen mast. \"I guess this puts me out of the race.\"\n\nTaking Trevers to your cabin you can't help but feel sorry for him and pour him a glass of wine.\n\n\"It's always the same\" he tells you unhappily after draining it. \"I buy a new house, it falls down. I propose marriage to a lady, she changes her name and goes into hiding. I set sail in the biggest race of my life and my mast snaps in two… it will take weeks to clear it and fix a new one.\"\n\n\"What will you do?\" you ask him. Trevers shrugs.\n\n\"Limp back to Golden Sands I suppose? Maybe I can sail south with fresh food and meet some of you as you come back.\"\n\nAfter offering your sympathies you return Trevers to his ship, haul up the anchor and sail Northeast towards the Northern Passage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Passage" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Great Reef has always been the edge of your world... until now. Thanks to the determination of Princess Anne-Marie, Lord Dancer and their work crews a gaping breach has been hacked through those jagged cliff-like walls and extends underwater deep enough to sail the Adventurer through. Beyond it sparkling with golden light are the rolling waves that will carry you on into a new world. Broken, floating lumps of corral bump again the side of the Adventurer as you sail through the Northern Passage.\n\nThe waters of the Passage are filled with leftover refuse from the construction work, bits of corral, broken driftwood and most worrying of all the dead body of a sailor which floats past your ship, face down in the surf. As the high walls of the Passage cast your ship into shadow nervous mutters break out among your crew.\n\n\"Captain, we should lower the longboat to tow the ship through\" one of your men tells you. \"We might strike some underwater obstruction that's not been cleared yet.\"\n\nYou frown at him, lowering the longboat would take time and effort but you do have a bad feeling about the sinister Passage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on through the Passage" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trying not to think about your worries you sail on through the Passage. As you emerge from through the corral you are startled to suddenly see a ship anchored just out of sight to the right of the Passage's entrance. You have just enough time to recognize it as Captain Low's Revenge before the ship vanishes amidst clouds of gun smoke and flashes of cannon fire. Cannonballs explode into the side of the Adventurer, decapitating one of your men in a spray of blood and disemboweling two other men. It is fortunate that you are sailing at full speed so by the time Low's men have reloaded for another volley you are out of range.\n\nThe casualties of this treacherous ambush are thrown overboard and once you are safely out of range you consider your options. The Adventurer is built for speed not battle and is both outgunned and outnumbered by the cannons and men aboard the Revenge. You realize that Low might have been anchored there for some days, ambushing his rivals as they sailed through the Passage. As the Adventurer is faster than the Revenge you take the sensible option of sailing away from the battle due North, swearing revenge on the treacherous Low as you do for the losses to your Crew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into the Unknown" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After sailing through the Northern Passage and surviving Captain Low's ambush both The Great Reef and the Revenge swiftly recede into the distance. You are not completely away from corral yet though because after three days of sailing due North you come to strange sight. An outcrop of corral forms a small flat island ahead of you and in the center of the island stands a small wooden cabin. There are no trees on the little corral island so someone must have brought wood to this island to build the cabin... your crew are intrigued and want to visit the Island but it would take you a day to land alongside the island and investigate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You spend a day visiting the island" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dropping anchor you and a dozen sailors climb into the ship's longboat and row up to the island, being careful to avoid striking any rocks or corral. Scrambling across the jagged little island you reach the cabin and feeling very foolish you knock on the door. When there is no answer you throw the door open and with one hand on your sword step into the cabin's only room. There is nothing inside except a small wooden table on which lies a small book and a few pencils. Picking up the book you see it is titled \"FOR ALL WHO PASS THIS WAY.\" Turning to the first page you are surprised to find it is half-covered in writing in several different styles. The page reads:\n\n\"This place was built and established in by Lord John Dancer after the creation of the Northern Passage as a place of record for all those who sail this way.\n\nLord John Dancer and Princess Anne-Marie visited this place on 5 January.\n\nCaptain Esme Hale and her crew of brave adventurers landed here 8 January.\n\nRose Cleaver also visited here on 8 January and stayed the night to draw this beautiful island.\n\nCaptain Jack Spratt visited this island on his final voyage on 9 January. He is ready for what awaits.\"\n\nThe full enormity of the great undertaking you are on starts to sink in as you sign your name beneath the messages of the others, somberly return to your ship and sail on to the North." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into the Unknown" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beyond the Corral Cabin any sign of reefs and corral disappear completely leaving nothing but endless rolling blue waves. Continuing will mean you are truly out at sea now and with limited supplies you know only that countless miles lie before you before you return once more across the rolling waves to your golden shores. At this point on from the Corral Cabin you can enjoy a little deviation from your route, as well as sailing Due North you can sail Northwest or Northeast, though you will always be sailing in a generally Northern direction.\n\nChoose your Course." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Northwest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Heading Northwest you are lucky enough to have a strong wind behind you. Unfortunately the source of this wind soon becomes apparent: thick grey clouds are following behind and unless you change course you will soon be in the grips of a storm. The only way to avoid it would be to sail due east but that would cost you valuable time. As the storm is blowing up from the south it should help to speed you up, if you survive it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ride out the storm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and your men brace yourselves for the storm as you resolutely sail on. The gale hits the Adventurer with the force of a typhoon, powerful waves slamming into the back of your ship as you fight all night to keep the prow facing north. Up and down through great troughs in the sea the Adventurer plunges, lancing rain flooding the ship's interior and causing miniature tidal waves to sweep across the deck. The wind tears the sails and three of your men are swept overboard by a particularly massive wave, never to be seen again. When the storm finally blows itself out your battered vessel and its surviving crew finds itself sailing in a stunned calm towards a strange mountain.\n\nRising straight out of the sea the steep brown rocky mountain stands there with a strange white cloud hovering over it. No matter how much the wind blows the cloud does not seem to move. There is no vegetation or wildlife of any kind on the mountain but after your rough night at sea even that barren mountain seems to preferable to staying at sea and many of your Crew are keen to stretch their legs and go ashore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sailing on across the rolling waves with a good wind driving your ship on you soon sight land up ahead in the distance, a low lying green island. The island itself looks fairly desolate and miserable but you are pleased to see Captain Spratt's Gambler anchored just offshore. You are looking forward to a conversation with the affable Captain when your lookout calls out to you \"They're flying their flag at half mast Captain.\" Your heart sinks.\n\nAs you draw alongside the Gambler Spratt's surviving crew shout across the sad news. \"Captain Spratt is dead\" they tell you. \"He led a party ashore but was bit by a mosquito. Spratt and two others died of malaria, we buried them ashore. We're going to turn back for home but we are so short-handed we don't know if we'll make it. We will trade you enough food for three days if you give us three sailors.\"\n\nLooking ashore you can see three wooden grave markers on the island where your friend lies buried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go ashore and visit your friend's grave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lowering the longboat you lead a group of seamen onto the island. The island is smelly and swampy and the buzz of mosquiroes is incessant all around you but resolutely you stumble on up the low hill atop which the graves of Spratt and his men stand. Spratt's grave is a simple affair: giving just his name and the words \"A good man\". Standing there you reflect sadly on Spratt's many premonitions of his death and with a heavy heart you go back down the hill.\n\nNo sooner have you returned to your ship do you discover that going ashore was a bad idea: quickly several of your men develop fever-like symptoms, collapsing, shaking and sweating. Medical men among the crew identify the disease as malaria, caused by mosquito bites. Though some of your crew recover three do not and are consigned to the deep. The next day you part ways with the Gambler, both wishing each other luck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on to the North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the Adventurer plunges on across the rolling waves you can't help but notice it is getting colder. Disaster strikes one night when you are woken by a voice shouting in panic \"FIRE!\" Springing to your feet you run to the galley where your crew are swiftly battling a blaze that has broken out, trapping several of your men. Though you manage to put the fire out before it does severe damage to the ship and not all of your men survive the blaze.\n\nYou have never known a voyage like this one for misfortunes and calamities and the next morning you conduct a somber burial service for the victims of the fire before overseeing the repairs to the ship so only the fire blackened walls and the absent faces among the crew show that there ever was a fire on board. Confident that the Adventurer is still sea-worthy you scan the horizon and plan the next stage of your deadly voyage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail onto the North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your food supplies are getting alarmingly low now as the temperature plummets and those on night watch have to wear thick coats to keep warm. You start to see small lumps of ice floating in the sea and they get more numerous and bigger. Finally you sight of one thin ice shelf dotted with penguins who are comically shooting around the ice on their stomachs or waddling about on oversized orange feet. They look edible but you are not sure how safe the ice shelf is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You land a party to hunt these birds" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anchoring alongside the ice shelf you land a party of sailors onto the ice, which cracks and groans ominously beneath your feet. As you advance on the penguins they shoot away from you, sliding at high speeds on their bellies across the ice. You and your men have not gone more than a dozen steps when suddenly there is a mighty crack and in an instant you and your men are plunging through the ice, which is breaking apart on all sides, and vanishing into the freezing water.\n\nIn four mighty bounds you are back in the boat, which has slipped through the parting ice and is floating freely in the rapidly disintegrating ice. A few of your other men make it back to the boat too and together you pull the rest of your men from the water and hurry them back aboard the Adventurer. Despite blankets and hot drinks pneumonia sets in and three of your crew dies. You sail away from the ice shelf with a heavy heart. Changing tactics you manage to shoot penguins from the deck of the Adventurer and send Sailors to recover their bodies but the damage has already been done to your crew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail onto the North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once the ice vanishes astern the temperature begins to rise again and your crew's spirits rise too, which is just as well because the amount of food in your hold must now be getting small. Just when you are beginning to feel confident the sea reminds you it is deadly and unpredictable. Out of nowhere a giant wave fills the horizon and sweeps towards you like an inevitable destiny. Rushing to the helm you immediately point the prow of the Adventurer directly into this giant wave.\n\nAs it gets nearer the wave draws your ship in, plunging it down. The wall of water rises up before you like a mountain, blotting out the sun and then your ship rocks back as it rides almost vertically up the side of the wave. Incredibly you defy gravity and go straight up, cresting the wave for an amazing view of the ocean before plunging down again. It is now that you get wet, striking the sea hard at a such a steep downward angle that sea water sweeps along the entire length of the Adventurer, the miniature tidal wave sweeping three of your men overboard to a watery grave.\n\nThen it is calm again, the wave fading out of sight behind you and nothing but three feet of water in your ship's hold and a few less faces among your crew to show it ever existed. You have never known a voyage like this one so fatal for crew members." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on to the North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your supply situation is now becoming critical and you are in serious need of gaining fresh supplies as you sail on northward. To make matters worse the wind coming down from the north is quite strong which is slowing you down and it looks like a storm is coming. To make a bad situation perfect your ship has started striking sandbanks just beneath the waves and if a storm hits there is a good chance you will be grounded but the only way to avoid this danger is by taking a time-consuming detour to the east." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Detour to the East" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With supplies running low and morale beginning to suffer a storm at sea is the last thing you need and it is what you get. There is nothing you can do but ride it out, grappling with the wheel to keep the Adventurer on a steady course as you sail through the gale. The storm is not as bad as it might have been and when it has blown itself out the ocean is empty once more except for the floating corpse of a giant squid off to starboard which is soon being circled by shark fins. Racing the sharks you and your men sail alongside and haul aboard as much of the fresh meat as you can, not only replacing the supplies you have consumed in the last few days but giving you a little extra for the next few days as well.\n\nThe ocean can be cruel and unforgiving but fortunately on this occasion it was merciful to you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on to the Northwest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the supply situation now becoming desperate you spend more and more of your time day-dreaming about the victory feast King Drahcir will throw you when you get back home. Scanning the horizon you soon sight what seems the answer to your prayers: a steep and jagged land which rears out of the ocean to point almost like a finger at the sky. Walking almost vertical on this pinnacle are hundreds of mountain goats who are nibbling on the countless outcrops of vegetation that grow among the rocks. The goats would certainly make good eating if you could only get to them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You send a hunting party ashore" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": ".Landing with a party of sailors you all carefully begin climbing up the side of the mountain, having to use both your hands and your feet to climb the steep cliff walls. The goats shy away as you approach but securing yourself on a small ledge you take careful aim with a musket and fire. You hit a goat which falls screaming down the side of the mountain but as the ringing explosion of your gunshot fades away it is replaced by a far more ominous rumbling.\n\nDozens of rocks, boulders and pebbles come bouncing down the side of the mountain. With bleats of terror dozens of goats are knocked down the slope and then with screams some of your men are hit. Your press yourself against the side of the mountain and apart from being struck by small chunks of rock you are unhurt. Three of your men are not so lucky and are swept to their deaths, crushed beneath tons of stone.\n\nYou and the other stunned survivors climb down the mountain in silence. At the rocks by the shoreline you see up close the broken bodies of men and goats, some buried irretrievably beneath lumps of stone the size of a small house. You have succeeded in your quest to get goat meat but it has come at a terrible cost. Transporting the dead goats onto the Adventurer and burying those bodies of your men you can retrieve at sea you waste no time in sailing away from this terrible island." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on to the North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sailing on an empty stomach and with an unhappy crew your spirits lift sharply when reefs are sighted off to the west. If you are near a reef it is very possible you are near the Great Reef which means you are getting close to home. A second welcome sight is Captain Hale's ship the Merry Company which you encounter soon after sighting the reefs. Hale has become wedged solid on a reef and sailors are working hard to free their ship.\n\nAs you steer the Adventurer up alongside the Merry Company Captain Hale comes out onto deck and waves you away. \"Don't worry about me Captain Trapa,\" the young adventuress calls out cheerfully, her long red hair billowing in the breeze. \"It serves me right for trying to be clever and sail through these shoals. You will want to hurry up and keep sailing on Cleo, we're getting near home! I saw Captain Cuthrew's Sea Ghost ahead of me a few days ago. He's the one to beat! I think I'm out of the running for winning now but you still have a chance!\" Hale laughs. \"Go on, Cleo, go! I'll see you again in Golden Sands!\" You take Hale's advice and sail on towards home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on to the North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bugger.\n\nThrough mismanagement and sheer bad luck you have run out of food: the last drop of water is gone and the last maggot-infested biscuit has been devoured. You and your remaining men look at each other in despair, without water beneath a fierce sun you have no chance. All day and all night your strength decreases and on the second day the first of your crew die of dehydration. You all worsen rapidly and by the third day you and all your remaining men are dead.\n\nThanks to the miracle of Reincarnation you don't have to stay dead however. If you like you can try again from the beginning armed with the knowledge of your voyage thus far. If you really have had enough you can click the End Game link and escape this mortal vale of death and horror, it's up to you :)\n\nHINT: If you do want to try again consider sailing steadily Due North. You might have an easier voyage than if you sail other routes..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sailing on an empty stomach and with an unhappy crew your spirits lift sharply when reefs are sighted off to the west. If you are near a reef it is very possible you are near the Great Reef which means you are getting close to home. A second welcome sight is Captain Hale's ship the Merry Company which you encounter soon after sighting the reefs. Hale has become wedged solid on a reef and sailors are working hard to free their ship.\n\nAs you steer the Adventurer up alongside the Merry Company Captain Hale comes out onto deck and waves you away. \"Don't worry about me Captain Trapa,\" the young adventuress calls out cheerfully, her long red hair billowing in the breeze. \"It serves me right for trying to be clever and sail through these shoals. You will want to hurry up and keep sailing on Cleo, we're getting near home! I saw Captain Cuthrew's Sea Ghost ahead of me a few days ago. He's the one to beat! I think I'm out of the running for winning now but you still have a chance!\" Hale laughs. \"Go on, Cleo, go! I'll see you again in Golden Sands!\" You take Hale's advice and sail on towards home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on to the Northeast" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bugger.\n\nThrough mismanagement and sheer bad luck you have run out of food: the last drop of water is gone and the last maggot-infested biscuit has been devoured. You and your remaining men look at each other in despair, without water beneath a fierce sun you have no chance. All day and all night your strength decreases and on the second day the first of your crew die of dehydration. You all worsen rapidly and by the third day you and all your remaining men are dead.\n\nThanks to the miracle of Reincarnation you don't have to stay dead however. If you like you can try again from the beginning armed with the knowledge of your voyage thus far. If you really have had enough you can click the End Game link and escape this mortal vale of death and horror, it's up to you :)\n\nHINT: If you do want to try again consider sailing steadily Due North. You might have an easier voyage than if you sail other routes..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sailing on an empty stomach and with an unhappy crew your spirits lift sharply when reefs are sighted off to the west. If you are near a reef it is very possible you are near the Great Reef which means you are getting close to home. A second welcome sight is Captain Hale's ship the Merry Company which you encounter soon after sighting the reefs. Hale has become wedged solid on a reef and sailors are working hard to free their ship.\n\nAs you steer the Adventurer up alongside the Merry Company Captain Hale comes out onto deck and waves you away. \"Don't worry about me Captain Trapa,\" the young adventuress calls out cheerfully, her long red hair billowing in the breeze. \"It serves me right for trying to be clever and sail through these shoals. You will want to hurry up and keep sailing on Cleo, we're getting near home! I saw Captain Cuthrew's Sea Ghost ahead of me a few days ago. He's the one to beat! I think I'm out of the running for winning now but you still have a chance!\" Hale laughs. \"Go on, Cleo, go! I'll see you again in Golden Sands!\" You take Hale's advice and sail on towards home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "List of Participants in the Great Race" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "King Drahcir, our wise and experienced ruler, has decreed that A Great Race shall take place following the successful completion of The North and South Passages in The Great Reef. On 1 January the following ten competitors will sail from Golden Sands, one every hour, and using the Passages attempt to be the first person to sail around the world from North to South, thereby vastly enriching our knowledge of those lands and waters that lie beyond our borders. Ranked in order of experience the competitors are:\n\n1: Tobias Cuthew (age 58), Captain of the Sea Ghost.\n\nThis veteran sailor richly deserves his nickname as \"The Grey Ghost of the Sea\", sailing so fast around The Three Islands that people rarely know where he is! Famous for surviving storms that have wrecked other ships he is widely considered the best sailor in The Three Islands and a favorite to win The Great Race.\n\n2: Princess Anne-Marie (age 25), Captain of the Vixen\n\nThe beautiful only child of our great King this brave and clever adventuress has proven herself to be a sailor of uncommon skill. The guiding force behind the creation of the Passages in the Great Reef with her second husband John Dancer she has reported she will stop at nothing to win this Great Race.\n\n3: Charles Low (age 30), Captain of the Revenge\n\nif A fierce man with a dark reputation Low has announced his intention to run in The Great Race following his recent acquittal of court on the charge of murdering business rival Captain Longfellow. The fact that Low was the former first husband of Princess Anne-Marie will surely make him especially determined to win this Race.\n\n 4: Lord John Dancer (age 24), Captain of Dancer's Pride\n\nThe intelligent and ambitious husband of Princess Anne-Marie and a favorite at Court the dapper Lord Dancer helped finance the workers and supplies that created the two breaches in the Great Reef that have made this race possible. He and Princess Anne-Marie have already announced their intention to work together to win this Race.\n\n5: Esme Hale (age 21), Captain of the Merry Company\n\nThe likable and beautiful Adventuress Hale is hands-down the most popular Captain in The Three Islands, her high salaries, good working conditions and winning nature ensuring that competition to crew her ship is always fierce. Though young in years her recent rescue of shipwrecked fishermen off Amethyst showed she has excellent and instinctive sailing abilities.\n\n6: Cleo Trapa (age 20), Captain of the Adventurer\n\nThis youthful and reliable Captain has become a recent fixture in sailing between The Three Islands in his speedy little vessel. A brave and handsome young man it is believed he has real navigational skills and the abilities to do great things.\n\n7: Jack Spratt (age 43), Captain of the Gambler.\n\nOnce among the leading Captains of The Three Islands this happy go-lucky sailor fell into a depressed spiral following the tragic death of his wife Laura during a storm. Following his recent release from the hospital in Golden Sands for treatment for alcohol-related problems he has announced his intention to take part in this voyage, though he has also stated he believes it will be his final voyage\n\n8: Ann Lovett (age 32), Captain of the Hope\n\nQuite a few eyebrows were raised when these fine lady, owner of the Lovett Trading Company and the richest non-royal in The Three Islands, announced her intention to take part in The Great Race. Ambitious and intelligent she has extensive leadership experience but no previous sailing experience. Some cynically claim her participation in the Race is only so that Lovett can discover fresh resources beyond The Great Reef and be the first to set up a monopoly of trade with them.\n\n9: Rosemary Cleaver (age 27), Captain of The Dove of the Sea\n\nGolden Sand's leading artist caused astonishment when she announced her love of the sea has driven her to purchase a ship and a crew and take part in The Great Race despite having no sailing experience and being frail and prone to sicknesses herself. Sailors have allegedly been extremely reluctant to join her crew.\n\n10: Donald Trevers (age 33), Captain of the Lady Fortune\n\nCaptain Trevers is well-known throughout our Kingdom for suffering every maritime disaster known to man at one time or another, his first ship sinking in a storm, his second ship being destroyed by fire and his third ship suffering both fates simultaneously. Now on his fourth vessel, the ironically named Lady Fortune Captain Trevers has had to pay sailors twice the usual rate to serve aboard his ship as for some reason the sailors of the Port consider him an \"unlucky\" Captain to serve under." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": ".Landing with a party of sailors you all carefully begin climbing up the side of the mountain, having to use both your hands and your feet to climb the steep cliff walls. The goats shy away as you approach but securing yourself on a small ledge you take careful aim with a musket and fire. You hit a goat which falls screaming down the side of the mountain but as the ringing explosion of your gunshot fades away it is replaced by a far more ominous rumbling.\n\nDozens of rocks, boulders and pebbles come bouncing down the side of the mountain. With bleats of terror dozens of goats are knocked down the slope and then with screams some of your men are hit. Your press yourself against the side of the mountain and apart from being struck by small chunks of rock you are unhurt. Three of your men are not so lucky and are swept to their deaths, crushed beneath tons of stone.\n\nYou and the other stunned survivors climb down the mountain in silence. At the rocks by the shoreline you see up close the broken bodies of men and goats, some buried irretrievably beneath lumps of stone the size of a small house. You have succeeded in your quest to get goat meat but it has come at a terrible cost. Transporting the dead goats onto the Adventurer and burying those bodies of your men you can retrieve at sea you waste no time in sailing away from this terrible island." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sail on to the Northeast" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Food is all you can think about now and with no sign of the voyage coming to an end morale is at rock bottom. It is fortunate that you soon sight a small jungle-covered island up ahead. The air is rich with the sound of birds and animals and a hunting expedition would almost certainly bag something edible in the jungle. At the same time there may be unknown dangers within and it is up to you to decide whether the need for food justifies the risk to your crew." } ]

[ "Serious" ]

[ 127, 128, 287, 204, 75, 20, 21, 21 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: mystery / thriller Themes: Serious Details: You woke up, and nearly went off a cliff. It was not a good start to the day. Add to that amnesia, a foreign land, and people who want to kill you for some reason. You want to remember everything, but they want you to forget. Your memories just might kill you.\nThis story takes the player to Europe, in a tale involving murder, deception and intrigue. Can you work out who you are, and who you can trust? Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What a weird dream. There was a policeman, a fireman, a... No, you can't remember who else was in the dream. It is slipping from your memory as you begin to wake up. Perhaps it is the bouncing, shaking and vibrating of your bed that is waking you up?\n\nWhen did you get a vibrating bed? Hang on, are you sitting up? Yes, it would seem so. You must be sitting in bed. Why is you're bed bouncing you about so much?\n\nYour sleepy head falls forwards, and hits something. Hard. Ah, that's good. Sleep again.\n\nHowever, the bouncing, shaking and vibrating causes you to wake up again. You feel so sleepy, so very sleepy. You open your eyes. No, you must still be asleep, this must be some sort of a dream. Trees are flying past you on both sides. The sky is clear and blue. You like the colour blue. It reminds you of water.\n\nYes, lots of water in front of you. It seems to stretch off to the horizon. You like the sea. Perhaps if you keep speeding towards it you might be able to go for a swim?\n\nYou bounce upwards and hit your head on something again. Hard. Time to sleep again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No! You want to wake up - now!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe it is time to wake up, you think. After all, you'll be late for work if you keep dreaming. Surely your alarm clock will annoyingly start beeping at you soon and wake you up?\n\nMaybe you should turn it off. You sleepily reach about you, trying to find the Snooze button for your alarm clock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You reach out in front of you, trying to push something" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Is your alarm clock in front of you, you wonder? You reach out a shaking hand, and touch something. You feel about. No, this object is round like a pizza. There is a sort of soft bubble in the middle of the plastic pizza. You push it and there is a loud honking sound. What a strange pizza! You do have weird dreams sometimes.\n\nYou smile sleepily. The sea seems to be getting bigger. What was it the man had said? Time to go swimming?\n\nPerhaps you should try something else?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You reach down beside your bed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perhaps your alarm clock is down low, beside your bed? You wonder again why you are sitting in your bed, but the thought slips away as your hand touches something. It seems to be jutting out beside your bed. You sleepily feel the object. It's is some sort of plastic rod or something. When you pull against it, it seems to move a bit. Weird.\n\nYou sleepily notice the sea is getting bigger. Maybe you're shrinking? You begin to giggle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pull up the plastic rod" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pull against the plastic rod, but it doesn't move very far. Then your thumb feels a button of some sort on the plastic rod. Perhaps it is your alarm clock's snooze button? You press the button down, and the rod lifts up. As you do so, your dream changes. Now, instead of just bouncing, shaking and vibrating, there is a loud screeching sound, and you feel your seat jerking left and right with the screeching sound. You are now getting a bit dizzy on top of everything else you are feeling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You reach down at the other side of your bed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sleepily reach down the other side of your bed. You hit a wall. That's strange? When did your bed become so thin? And why are you sitting on your bed? The thoughts slip dreamily away as your hand follows the wall, lower, reaching between the wall and your strange bed.\n\nYour hand touches a rectangular object. Some sort of strip of cloth seems to be coming out of the rectangular object. You realise that the cloth strip comes up and presses against your chest, holding you upright against your strangely shaped bed. Now why would it do that?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You fiddle around with the rectangular object. Perhaps it is your alarm clock?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sleepily decide to fiddle about with the rectangular object that the strip of cloth comes out of. Perhaps it is your alarm clock? You find a button and push it. Maybe it's your snooze button?\n\nSomething weird happens. The cloth strip that was pressed against you suddenly slides away. Where did it go? Now you are having trouble sitting in your strangely shaped bed, as nothing is holding you up anymore.\n\nThe sea is looming large in front of you. You realise there aren't any trees flying past you anymore, and briefly wonder where they went." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You examine the wall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That's odd, you think, looking at the wall beside your strangely shaped bed. You can see through it! Or at least, you can see through part of it. You watch the world fly past you for a few moments, then your eyes begin to focus on what looks like a handle of some sort. Why is there a handle on the wall?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pull the handle on the wall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You look through fuzzy eyes at the handle on the wall beside your strangely shaped bed. Without the cloth strap holding you in place, you keep shaking about, and it is hard to grab hold of it. You notice out of the corner of your eyes that the sea seems to be very close to your strange bed now.\n\nWith a maximum of effort, you manage to grab hold of the handle and pull on it. Suddenly the wall opens up! It swivels away from you, and the next thing you know, you are flung off your bed and through the opening!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A near death experience" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you stike the ground, spinning and tumbling down a steep hill, you come to your senses. You realise that you have just fallen out of a car which was roaring down a steep incline, towards a cliff, looking out over the ocean.\n\nAs the car flies past you, and moments later sails out into the air, you start flailing around madly trying to stop!\n\nBushes and shrubs tear out of the ground in your fingers, and digging your heels into the ground does nothing but cause you to spin around, head first towards the cliff!\n\nHowever, having pulled the handbrake on hard, you managed to slow the car - and yourself - down long enough to give you the time you needed. Your attempts to slow yourself down work enough that when you reach the edge of the cliff, you manage to hook yourself on some tree roots jutting out of the ground.\n\nThe next thing you know, you are lying on your stomach, your head and shoulders jutting out past the edge of the cliff, watching the car strike the jagged rocks far below. You watch in awe as the car crumples and explodes, before being swallowed by the sea.\n\nFor a moment, you just lie there, gasping for breath. Then you slowly, and carefully, back yourself up, away from the edge of the cliff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is happening?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your head is pounding like a terrible hangover, your body is all aches and bruises. What is happening?\n\nYou try to recall your last glimpses of the car. It hadn't seemed familiar to you in any way. Your thoughts hadn't been, \"Oh no! My car is going off a cliff!\"\n\nHad you been driving someone else's car for some reason? You try to clear your mind, but your head feels all foggy for some reason, like you just can't wake up properly. Were you drunk? Drunk and behind the wheel of a stolen car?\n\nOr... Were you drugged. Had someone tried to kill you, push you down a hill and off a cliff?\n\nIt just didn't make any sense! Why would someone want to kill you? You're just a simple... A... A what? What was it you did for a living? You try to think. You can't remember!\n\nWait a minute - who are you? You try to remember your name, but your pounding head seems to drive away any familiar thoughts. Maybe you hit your head too hard. Then again, maybe you were drugged after all.\n\nYou just don't know.\n\nLooking back the way you had come, you see the ground rises up a fair way. There appears to be a road up there, dug into the side of the mountain, and you can see broken and bent railings where the car had crashed off the road.\n\nMaybe you hadn't been pushed down the hill after all. Or was it some sort of setup? You slowly, and unsteadily, stand up and begin the hike up the hill to the road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A winding mountain road" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are standing at the edge of a winding mountain road. The ground falls away steeply behind you, and rises up sharply on the other side of the road. The road barrier here is bent and twisted, probably from when the car you were in crashed off the road and down to the cliff.\n\nThe wind rustles through your hair, and you look out at the sea, which stretches uninterrupted to the horizon.\n\nWhere are you? You don't recall living anywhere near the sea. Then again, you don't recall where you lived at all...\n\nLooking both ways, you see the road hugs the side of the mountain, until it curves away, disappearing from view." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait for a car, and try to hitch a ride" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand about, then feeling unsteady, sit for a while. Surely another car would drive past eventually.\n\nTime seems to stretch on forever. Then, you hear a sound in the distance. An engine!\n\nYou stand back up again, and wait for the car to come into view. A topless sports car comes around a corner in the distance. You begin waving your arms wildly. When the car zooms around the nearest bend, the driver barely sees you, and then the car is passing you.\n\nFor a moment you groan in misery, and then you see the brake lights come on. The car slows down as it begins to go around the next bend, then stops. You hear the driver honk their horn and see a raised arm waving.\n\nGreat, you think, and do your best to hurry along the road.\n\nThe driver is a european looking woman, with flowing black hair and a head scarf. She looks at you over the rim of lowered sunglasses, and her jaw drops.\n\n\"What happened to you?\" she asks with concern, in a strong european accent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell her you were in a car accident" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell her you were in a car accident, and barely managed to escape falling off the cliff. She is astounded, and praises your bravery. Opening her passenger side door, she motions for you to get in.\n\n\"I will take you to St.Mary's. It's a good hospital a few miles from here, in Seneriquez,\" she says.\n\nYou hop in, and do your best to keep your weary, aching body awake. The woman introduces herself as Adonica, and continues to chatter and talk about all manner of things while she drives you to the hospital.You try to listen to what she is saying, but find it hard to concentrate on anything. Your pounding head and foggy mind cause you no end of displeasure.\n\nEventually you come down off the mountain, to a bustling seaside town. The buildings are all whitewashed stonework, with sharp square and rectangular shapes. Driving through the town, everyone has tanned, olive skin. South america? Spain? Greece? You can't help but wonder where you are. All the signage is in two languages, english and something else you don't know.\n\nAdonica pulls into the hospital car park, and helps you to the foyer. You begin to feel dizzy and light headed, and the next thing you know, Adonica is calling for a doctor, and you are falling to the floor.\n\nThe last thought on your mind is this sudden question: You were not in an english country - why is it that when you met Adonica, she spoke to you in english and not a foreign language? How had she known you were english?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "St. Mary's Hospital" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You awaken to find yourself in a real bed this time. Looking groggily around you, you can see that you are in a hospital ward. A doctor is nearby, reading your chart. He looks up, seeing movement, and smiles at you.\n\n\"Buenas noches, señor, you speak the english, si?\" he asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Where am I?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Welcome, señor, to St. Mary's Hospital of sunny Seneriquez!\" he says with a smile, sweeping one hand grandly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Is this Spain?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Si, señor, you are in Spain. You did not realise this? You are perhaps forgetting things? You do not have any serious injuries, but you have been under great stress, and many hits to your head,\" he tells you. \"It is not uncommon for the memory problems to arise. You should remember in time. You need rest, señor.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Has Adonica left? I wanted to thank her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The señorita who brought you here? Si, she left a few hours ago. You have been sleeping a long time, amigo,\" he tells you, \"Many hits to your head.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What happens to me now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Rest, and do not worry about the money. The señorita who brought you here kindly paid for you before leaving,\" he tells you.\n\n\"Adonica paid for me? But she didn't even know me,\" you are amazed.\n\n\"Maybe you repay the favour sometime, señor,\" he winks.\n\nWhy would a complete stranger pay the medical bills for someone, and then leave without a trace?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Rest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lean back into the soft pillow, and your eyes begin to close. You still ache all over, but they obviously gave you medications. Soon you sleep peacefully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Inspector" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Señor, are you awake? The agente de policía would like to ask you some questions,\" the doctor says, pulling you from your sleep.\n\nYou sit up, and realise you are feeling much better than before. As your vision clears, you see a policeman at the foot of your bed.\n\nThe doctor leaves you alone, and the policeman walks over to beside you. He looks down at you, a pen and notepad in his hands. He looks at you oddly, as if waiting for something.\n\n\"Can I help you, officer?\" you ask him.\n\nHe gives a sly smile. You feel like you have missed something, but don't know what.\n\n\"I am Manuel de Cordoba,\" he tells you, and pauses. You just look back up at him and he smiles wider. You notice that the smile doesn't seem to reach his eyes.\n\n\"I would like to ask you a few questions,\" he informs you, \"What is your name, señor?\"\n\n\"I... I don't remember,\" you tell him.\n\n\"The doctor said you have hit your head many times. How did this happen?\" he asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I don't remember. I have amnesia,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You feel a strange sense of suspicion about this inspector. Something doesn't feel right.\n\n\"I don't remember. I have amnesia,\" you tell him.\n\nHis smile widens, showing numerous yellowed teeth. He obviously doesn't believe in brushing his teeth.\n\n\"So, you don't know who you are, or how you hurt yourself. What is the last thing you remember? The doctor mentioned a señorita brought you here. Who is she? How do you know her? What is her name?\" he asks aggressively." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Her name was Adonica. She was just someone driving by, who gave me a lift,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Her name was Adonica. She was just someone driving by, who gave me a lift,\" you say.\n\n\"So, you never met her before the accident?\" he asks.\n\n\"No, I've never seen her before,\" you tell him.\n\n\"Yet she paid for your medical bills, hmm?\" his grins again, but there is no friendliness in his face.\n\n\"I didn't ask her to. She was just being nice to a penniless stranger, I guess,\" you say. His eyes squint down at you, his lips pressed thinly, then he smiles again and says, \"Thank you, señor. We have your picture. If we find out who you are, we will let you know. Have a nice day.\"\n\nWith that, he leaves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to sleep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The doctor returns after the Inspector leaves you.\n\n\"You can sleep here tonight,\" the doctor tells you, \"You should be fine to leave in the morning.\"\n\nYou drift off again for a while, aided by the hospital's medications." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Next Day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next day you are given a fresh set of clothing, apparently donated by a local church, and a quick breakfast.. The doctor recommends you find a way to Barcelona, and visit the british embassy - as you don't have an american accent. Perhaps someone there can help you?\n\n\"Señor! Señor!\" the doctor calls out to you as you are leaving the hospital.\n\nYou head back over to him.\n\n\"I forgot, the señorita dropped by again this morning before you were awake. She wanted me to give you this,\" he says, and hands you a business card.\n\nThe card tells you she owns an antique shop, apparently located in this town. She was kind enough to pay for your hospital fees - perhaps she could loan you some money, and help you get to Barcelona? Or at least let you use her phone to call the embassy?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finding Adonica's Antiques" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find a map of the town at a bus stop, outside the hospital. Adonica's shop is only a few streets away, so you do your best to memorize the way there and start walking.\n\nIt only takes about fifteen minutes to get there, and as you round a street corner, you see the policeman, Manuel de Cordoba, stepping out of a shop. You see him look at what appears to be a key, which he then slips into his pocket. Some instinct makes you freeze, and you watch him look about then head off down the street. He didn't appear to see you.\n\nThen you notice the sign above the door he had come out of. That was Adonica's Antiques! You guess the policeman had dropped in on her to ask her some questions about you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go into the shop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk up to the shop door, and notice a sign hanging in the door's window. It reads: \"CLOSED\".\n\nThat's odd, you think, and then you notice that the door is not shut properly. It is open just a fraction, the policeman obviously not pulling it shut behind him when he left. Perhaps Adonica was not at work yet?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go inside anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You glance about. No one seems to be paying any attention to you, so you slip inside, closing the door behind you.\n\n\"Hello?\" you call out, \"Adonica?\"\n\nThere is no answer. You soon see why. The woman is lying on the floor near the shop counter, her neck very obviously broken. Her eyes stare up at the ceiling, seeing nothing.\n\nSomething breaks inside of you, some passionate, wrenching emotion that causes you to fall to your knees beside her, sobbing into your hands. You have no idea who Adonica was, but you feel like you have lost someone dear to you.\n\nYou regain your composure, and wonder for a second if you should call the police and tell them about the murder, then the face of the policemand comes to mind.\n\nThat policeman, Manuel de Cordoba - he must have killed her! You knew something was wrong with him the moment you saw him! The villain! The murderer!\n\nMaybe if you were fast you could still find him and follow him. He might lead you to some answers!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hurry outside, and follow the policeman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something strikes you as suspicious about the policeman. You suddenly have the strangest feeling that you might have met him before the car 'accident', somewhere.\n\nYou decide that now you have found Adonica's shop, you can always come back and talk to her later. You begin following after the policeman.\n\nHe walks the streets of Seneriquez for a while, and you begin to think he is walking quite aimlessly. In fact, around twenty minutes later, you swear you are walking down a street he had already walked along earlier. Then, quite suddenly, he slips through the door of a shop and disappears from sight!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look through the shop windows, and see what he is doing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to peer through the shop window, trying to appear casual, and see what he is doing. Walking down the street, you find that it is a jewellery store. Looking through the window, you see him head into a back room. Perhaps he is going to slip out the back?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You rush into the side alley, and see if there is a back entrance/exit to the shop" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly head down the street, and into the alley beside the shop he went into. The alley bends around the back of the shop, and you see there is a back door. Just as you step around the corner, and see the door, it swings open!\n\nThe policeman, Manuel de Cordoba, who you are beginning to suspect is either a crooked cop, or not one at all, steps through the door. He sees you, and for a moment you both stand perfectly still.\n\nThen he thrusts his hand towards his holster!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run for your life!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take a few steps, and hear the cracking retort of his pistol. Something punches you hard in the back, and you begin to fall. You do not know if you reached the ground or not, for everything grows dark with surprising speed.\n\nBetter luck next time! You can't outrun a bullet!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly head down the street, and into the alley beside the shop he went into. The alley bends around the back of the shop, and you see there is a back door. Just as you step around the corner, and see the door, it swings open!\n\nThe policeman, Manuel de Cordoba, who you are beginning to suspect is either a crooked cop, or not one at all, steps through the door. He sees you, and for a moment you both stand perfectly still.\n\nThen he thrusts his hand towards his holster!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tackle him before he can draw his gun!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With instinctive speed, you throw yourself into action, diving for him. The gun comes out of his holster, but you grab it with one hand, as you tackle him to the ground.\n\nFor a few desperate moments, the two of you roll across the alley, fighting for your lives, and then...\n\nYou hear a muffled 'bang', and he goes limp. The gun went off, and it was luckily not yourself on the receiving end. You kneel beside him, breathing heavily. He is dead. Searching him, you find a wallet, six passports, but no police papers or badge. He also has a thick brown envelope full of local currency, and taped to it, a small numbered key.\n\nYou browse the wallet, and to your surprise, you find it does not belong to the dead man. It most likely belonged to you! It has a british driver's license, with your picture on it! It says your name is Michael Longsley!\n\nYou feel overcome with excitement for a moment. Michael Longsley! You have a name! It doesn't sound familiar to you, but that must be the amnesia. Now you know who you are! You look briefly at the money, you'll count it later. The passports, that could be interesting. It might tell you something more about the dead policeman.\n\nFlipping open the first passport, your emotions drop away. It is a picture of you, and a different name. You open the next passport to find another picture of you, and another name. They're all you! They're all alternate identities! Which one is the real you? Which name is your name? You angrily throw them to the ground, then slowly pick them back up again. They will probably be useful at some point.\n\nYou look at the key, and wonder what it might be for. Then, for no apparent reason, a thought begins to gnaw at you. You remember something about a train station lock-up box. Perhaps the number on the key is the box that it unlocks.\n\nYou look at the dropped gun for a while, wondering if you should take it with you or not. It could be useful to have a weapon, in case you run into more enemies, but then again, the gun would link you to the death of a 'policeman', and that might not be a good idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You investigate the local Train Station" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You find a bus stop, and look at the town map that shows the bus routes. You find the train station easily enough, and head there. It is an old, small structure, with two lines passing the platforms. You do your best to blend into the crowd, hoping that any other potential enemies had not seen you. It doesn't take you long to find a long wall full of numbered boxes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Try opening the box with the number from the key" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand in front of the box, hoping your body will obscure the view for anyone watching, and insert the key. It turns easily, and the box opens. Looking inside, you are surprised by what you find.\n\nYou see a small ceramic bull, about the size of the palm of your hand, and a plane ticket to London.\n\nYou must know something about ancient artefacts, because you are instantly, positively sure that this item is from an archeaological dig, on an island off the south-eastern coast of spain. How you know this, or even why you would know this, is beyond you.\n\nYou also know that it is not a very valuable piece. In fact, you can even see that the piece is damaged. There appears to be cracks in the neck of the bull. Most people would not notice the damage, but somehow your eyes are brought to the cracks instantly. Someone tried quite successfully to mend the artefact, but your expert eyes spot the work right away.\n\nWhy would this lowly artefact be so important? And why the ticket to London? Was someone supposed to take the bull there? You notice a small letter 'A' on a foot of the statuette. Adonica? You know in your heart that the 'A' was carved there by her. You also suspect that the policeman had taken the key from her. That must be what he had been doing at her shop. Something tells you that he would not have left her alive.\n\nWhere to now, you wonder? You have an envelope full of cash. Perhaps you should follow the trail left by the bull and the ticket. Perhaps if you took it to London, following the ticket, you might find more answers. Perhaps there was an antique dealer in London? In fact, the more you think about it, the more you feel you know someone in London who might be interested in the bull, though you can't place a face or a name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You plan to travel by train to France, then by the Tunnel to London." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Time passes, and landscapes flash by, as you journey across the countryside on the long journey from southern Spain to London.\n\nYour thoughts turn to the last few days, and the trials you have been through. You have a room to yourself on board the train, and look often at the statuette of the bull, whose head was very carefully reattached, presumably by Adonica. A thought nags in your mind, is there more to the bull then merely a skillful antique dealer repairing a damaged artefact? Your suspicions grow, as you wonder if something might not in fact be hidden inside the statuette." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You carefully detatch the head, and look inside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you 'borrow' some cutlery from the dining car of the train. A few bends of the fork, a little mashing of the bent fork spike with the thick, flat handle of one of the knives, and you have yourself a handy little tool.\n\nCarefully you work along the crack lines on the bull's neck, following the barely visible grooves, unworking the glue and eventually seperating the head.\n\nThere is indeed an opening in the neck, and the statuette has been hollowed out. Someone has stuffed tissue paper inside as a packing material. You jerk some of it out, and hear a tinkling sound as small shiny objects scatter onto the cabin floor!\n\nLooking down, and carefully picking them up, you realise they are diamonds! Someone had stuffed diamonds inside the statuette.\n\nInstantly some memories come flashing back to you. A smuggling ring, using almost worthless artefacts to slip diamonds into London. The only thing is, you don't know if you were doing the smuggling, or trying to stop it from taking place. What was your part in this scheme? Who were you? A crook? An undercover investigator?\n\nYou stuff the diamonds back into the hollow bull, and plug up the hole in the neck with the tissue paper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Fireman" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door to your cabin suddenly slides open. Standing in the doorway is a face that you recognise instantly. An American man, an assassin. He goes by the name, 'the Fireman', a pyromaniac who enjoys blowing things up.\n\nHe grins at you, \"So, the forgetful englishman refuses to keep out of our business, huh? Or perhaps you aren't so forgetful at all? Perhaps you just faked it to get the slip on Cordoba?\"\n\nFear grips your heart. This man is a ruthless, cold blooded killer. You remember him clearly now. How is it you can remember someone else, and not remember yourself? And why would you know a man like this?\n\n\"I want the bull. Give it to me,\" he orders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind your back, slip the diamonds out of the bull and into your hand, then toss him the bull." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You feel a strange sense of calm. Somehow, you know you have been in situations like this before, where your life was at stake - but you also know that you handled them with skill and ease. Feigning fear, you hold the headless bull behind your back, and tip the diamonds out into your hand.\n\n\"Allright,\" you say, \"I don't want any trouble. I really don't know anything about all this!\"\n\nYou stuff the tissue back into the bull's neck, then bring your hand around and toss the bull at him. He looks surprised for a moment, that you are actually giving it to him, and lifts his hands up to catch it.\n\nAs he looks up, momentarily distracted, you lash out with the knife you obtained from the dining cart, stabbing him through the heart. He cries out once, then slumps to the floor. The empty bull lands on the floor, and rolls about harmlessly.\n\nRecognising the Fireman has brought back some more memories. Now the plan makes much more sense to you. Someone has been smuggling diamonds, hidden inside old, nearly worthless artefacts from the isles off the southern coast of Spain. You have dim glimpses of memories, you visiting those sites, even seeing some people packing diamonds into similar artefacts. Adonica then sealed them up. Both Adonica and yourself were clearly involved in the scheme somehow, but why then was Adonica killed, and why were you such a threat to them?\n\nHad you both tried to blackmail them, betray them, or were you undercover cops trying to expose them? You just didn't know. You would have to wait until London to find the answers.\n\nFor now, you hide the body in the cabin's toilet, shutting the door. You quickly wash up the blood on the floor, and prepare to change trains at the next stop, and continue your journey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "London Arrival" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk around the train station for a while. You thought about it long and hard on the long train journey, what you would do when you arrived in London, but now you are here, you still aren't sure what to do.\n\nYou could try to feel your way about London, see if you find any familiar places that spark any memories. You could call a few antique dealers, and see if anyone seemed overly interested in old spanish island artefacts. You could even try the local police, see if they can work out who you are, or just to tell them about what has been going on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wander around London, trying to find anywhere that sparks memories" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to go for a long walk, take in the sights, and see if anything sparks your memories.\n\nHours later, you see a parking sign that catches your attention. It doesn't stand out, just one of a million stop signs, but for some reason, this particular one makes you stop, stand and stare. You feel a tingling sensation in the back of your head, and know that somewhere nearby is a place of importance.\n\nLooking every which way, you notice a small antique shop. A stylised bull is painted on a window. It bears a striking resemblance to the small statuette's profile. Gold print on the door reads: \"Bruno's Antiques\"." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go inside Bruno's Antiques" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head inside Bruno's Antiques. An old man sits behind the counter, and looks up at you. There is something very, very familiar about this man.\n\n\"Ah, you have come back in one piece,\" he says. \"Last I heard, someone had tried to push you off a cliff. I'm glad to see you are okay, Michael.\"\n\nMichael! He called you by name. Yet... That name somehow doesn't sound right. Perhaps it is your name, or perhaps just another false identity.\n\n\"So, do you have the diamonds?\" he asks you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Diamonds? What diamonds?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Diamonds? What diamonds?\" you say, playing on his knowledge of your amnesia.\n\nHe looks startled for a moment, then say, \"Please tell me you brought the bull! You didn't leave it back in Spain, did you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I don't know anything about a bull. Adonica told me to come here before she died,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know anything about a bull. Adonica told me to come here before she died,\" you lie, hoping to find out more about the situation.\n\n\"Damn those fools! I told them to take care of... things down there, I never told them to kill her! The bull was supposed to be brought here to me. Now I guess... Perhaps you could go back to Spain and collect it for me? I'll make it worth your while. You and I, we are good friends Michael, good friends. Do this favour for me, and I will pay you a lot of money,\" he says, and begins pulling wads of cash out of a box, throwing them onto the counter." } ]

[ "Fantasy", "Humor", "Puzzle" ]

[ 60, 59, 106, 78, 37, 12, 2, 9 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category: fantasy Story elements: Fantasy, Humor, Puzzle \nDo you know what happens to knights who dare oppose me? They're soundly beaten, torn to shreds, reduced to mere ashes, utterly and completely obliterated. No one can defeat the great and mighty (and-dare I say-quite handsome) Knarr'ator. I'm the best, most awesomest dragon there ever is, was, and will be. And yet here you stand, just a character in my story, challenging me like the fool you are. If you think you stand a chance against me, you've got another think coming.\nBut by all means, go ahead and try.\n As the masterful storyteller, it's your duty to transport the user into a realm of your making, where they're at the heart of every twist and turn. We're in this for the long haul: each of your replies should significantly propel the story forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ha ha ha! I can't help but laugh as I peer down from the mouth of my lair. Another foolish knight stands at the foot of my mountain. Another foolish knight who believes he can defeat me, the great and mighty Knarr'ator. I don't know why you humans bother trying.\n\nLet me tell you right now; you don't stand a chance against me. I doubt you can even make it up here. The mountain's walls are sheer. There'll be no walking up here. You should seriously just consider abandoning your fruitless quest and go home.\n\nOr you could try to climb up. I'd at least get a kick out of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You give up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah ha ha ha ha ha! That's right, human! Walk away! Walk away like the coward you are! See you later, alligator! After a while, crocodile! Au revoir, dinosaure!\n\nYou retreat back to your little village and enjoy a boring, boring humanly life. One which doesn't involve your being eaten by a dragon. I guess you could call that a \"plus\", but in the grand scheme of things, does that really matter? Your life remains insignificant either way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ha ha ha! I can't help but laugh as I peer down from the mouth of my lair. Another foolish knight stands at the foot of my mountain. Another foolish knight who believes he can defeat me, the great and mighty Knarr'ator. I don't know why you humans bother trying.\n\nLet me tell you right now; you don't stand a chance against me. I doubt you can even make it up here. The mountain's walls are sheer. There'll be no walking up here. You should seriously just consider abandoning your fruitless quest and go home.\n\nOr you could try to climb up. I'd at least get a kick out of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Climb" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab a firm hold of the rocky face and manage to pull yourself about three feet off the ground. Omicron good job. You've only got, maybe, 700 feet to go? 900? I'm not entirely sure, myself.\n\nAnyway, you've got a bit of a choice to make—a \"fork in your path\", if you will. Do you continue straight, or do you steer a little to the side? The rock on your right looks to be loose, but then again, the one straight ahead… Hmm… I guess it's a good thing I'm not making this decision!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You choose the rock to your left and climb to it with ease. Well, aren't you the skilled mountaineer all of the sudden? You actually manage to make it about halfway up. What's that, about 500 feet? In any event, that's pretty high up. I wouldn't look down if I were you.\n\nSo, my fledgling cragsman, in which direction will you further your ascent?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You reach for the leftward rock, but the moment you get a firm grasp upon it, it breaks from the mountainside and you are sent plummeting to the hard ground below, landing with an ever-so-satisfying thud. Funny. In just five seconds you've gone from knight to carcass... It's almost a shame. Almost.\n\nI'll have to remember to scrape you off the ground later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You choose the rock to your left and climb to it with ease. Well, aren't you the skilled mountaineer all of the sudden? You actually manage to make it about halfway up. What's that, about 500 feet? In any event, that's pretty high up. I wouldn't look down if I were you.\n\nSo, my fledgling cragsman, in which direction will you further your ascent?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Straight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Have you looked down yet? Pretty long drop, eh? Eh?\n\nYou grab the rock ahead of you and hoist yourself up further. How lucky of you to have made it up this high. You've almost reached the top. You're so, so close. But you're not there yet. One wrong move and you're done. Dangerous stuff. Have you looked down yet?\n\nSo, which direction will you pick now, I wonder?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You reach for the leftward rock, but the moment you get a firm grasp upon it, it breaks from the mountainside and you are sent plummeting to the hard ground below, landing with an ever-so-satisfying thunk. Funny. In a mere seven seconds you've gone from knight to carcass... And you were so close, too. It's almost a shame. Almost.\n\nI'll have to remember to scrape you off the ground later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Have you looked down yet? Pretty long drop, eh? Eh?\n\nYou grab the rock ahead of you and hoist yourself up further. How lucky of you to have made it up this high. You've almost reached the top. You're so, so close. But you're not there yet. One wrong move and you're done. Dangerous stuff. Have you looked down yet?\n\nSo, which direction will you pick now, I wonder?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Straight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You reach for the forward rock, but the moment you get a firm grasp upon it, it breaks from the mountainside and you are sent plummeting to the hard ground below, landing with an ever-so-satisfying thunk. Funny. In a mere seven seconds you've gone from knight to carcass... And you were so close, too. It's almost a shame. Almost.\n\nI'll have to remember to scrape you off the ground later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Have you looked down yet? Pretty long drop, eh? Eh?\n\nYou grab the rock ahead of you and hoist yourself up further. How lucky of you to have made it up this high. You've almost reached the top. You're so, so close. But you're not there yet. One wrong move and you're done. Dangerous stuff. Have you looked down yet?\n\nSo, which direction will you pick now, I wonder?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Favoring the dextral route, you, despite all odds, haul yourself up to the mouth of my cave.\n\nWow. You actually made it to the top. I'm impr—well, no. Not \"impressed\". A bit surprised, is all. But none of that matters. By now, I've already retreated to my chamber, which is situated deep within my lair. Tread carefully, knight, for each route is dark and full of terrors. I'm curious as to which one you'll dare to choose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Hall of Skulls" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ooh, are you sure you can handle such a terrifying place as the Hall of Skulls? The walls are adorned with the bones of my victims. That's right. Spooky, scary skeletons. All around you. Grinning. Staring. Plotting. Decaying.\n\nYou take a few steps forward and quickly realize you're not alone. In front of you stand the reanimated bones of a swordsman. For fleshless bones, they give off a pretty foul stench. The swordsman swings its blade in a horizontal motion, aiming straight for your neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duck" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You duck, narrowly avoiding the attack. The skeleton, recovering from its attack, is now in a position for you to retaliate. You ready your sword and lash at the thing, but in which direction do you swing?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Horizontal" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your horizontal swing of the sword keeps it mostly intact, but it is enough to separate its legs from its body. The skeleton, now about two-thirds of its original height, is however still able to lurch its saber at you. The blade penetrates your meager armor and pierces your heart. Your life is over within seconds.\n\nHow heartless of that guy, huh? ...Too soon?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You duck, narrowly avoiding the attack. The skeleton, recovering from its attack, is now in a position for you to retaliate. You ready your sword and lash at the thing, but in which direction do you swing?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vertical" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You swing the sword vertically. As the blade strikes at the shoulder, the skeleton quite literally shatters; fragments of rib, sternum, and other assorted bones fly in all directions. I'm not entirely sure how you managed that, but a win's a win, I guess. Cleaning the mess up, though, is something I'm not looking forward to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You exit the Hall of Skulls" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Okay, so you made it through the Hall of Skulls. Big whoop. It's not like it's gonna get any easier. You continue to venture deeper into my lair, until something stops you in your tracks.\n\nCareless as you are, you seem to have ended up bumping into something. Something firm… and warm. You look up to see that standing before you is none other than wyvern. His scales are a pale golden, he's a bit on the chubby side, and—wait a minute… Just who the heck is this guy? I didn't invite him! I don't even know him! He shouldn't be here!\n\nHe tilts his head a bit as he examines you. \"Hello,\" he says with a bit of a grin. \"My name's Vernon.\"\n\nUgh. A wyvern named \"Vernon\"? Just… just, whatever you do, don't pay any attention to what he has to say. Ignore him.\n\n\"You're a knight, right?\" he continues. \"Are you here to slay Knarr'ator?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ha ha ha! You idiot! Hadn't it crossed your mind that he might be one of my loyal subjects, and now, given what you just told him, he's going to kill you? I told you to ignore him. You only have yourself to blame.\n\n\"Wonderful!\" he says as his grin widens. \"Please, allow me to assist you. If you promise me I can have some of his treasure, I'll tell you his weakness.\"\n\n…\n\n…What. Okay, c'mon now; don't listen to him. He's lying. He… he just wants you dead so he can sneak in and steal my treasure. I totally don't have any weaknesses. Seriously. None. None at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You accept Vernon's Offer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You actually have the gall to take him up on his offer, and the two of you shake on your stupid little agreement. I can't believe you're really going to trust him. Really pathetic, if you ask me.\n\n\"Alright,\" he says, still wearing that smug snicker on his face. \"Knarr'ator may think he's awesome. Maybe he thinks he's invincible. But he's got perhaps the dumbest weakness I've ever heard of. That weakness is... double negatives.\"\n\nSheesh... Are you hearing this guy? So I don't like double negatives. As if a strong dislike of an improper use of grammar can be considered a \"weakness\". Who the heck does he think he is?\n\nWith that useless bit of information now imparted upon you, you continue on your quest, stopping when you come to yet another fork in the path. Go on; choose your next destination." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Maze of Twisty Little Passages" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Maze of Twisty Little Passages? Really? Well, who am I to stop you? Have fun getting lost. You make your way into the maze and are greeted with three paths. Which path do you take?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take the left path and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Maze of Twisty Little Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go right and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Maze of Little Twisty Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Forward" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head forward and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Twisty Maze of Little Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take the left path and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Twisty Little Maze of Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Forward" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head forward and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Little Maze of Twisty Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go right and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Little Twisty Maze of Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Forward" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking the path straight ahead, you finally manage to escape from that crazy maze. Maddening, that thing is. I don't even know why I have it. Well, anyway, you'd better get on with your stupid little quest, don't you think?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knarr'ator's Chamber" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A massive dragon looms over you as you enter the final chamber. As in me. It's my chamber. I'm the looming dragon.\n\n\"Oh, you've made it to my chamber already?\" I inquire. \"Are you that eager to get yourself killed? Well, come on then. Show me what you've got.\"\n\nI'll let you make the first move. Go ahead. Don't disappoint me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run away!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make a break for it.\n\n\"Really?\" I sigh. \"After all this, you're just gonna run away? There's no way I'll stand for this.\"\n\nDespite my size, I'm actually quite fast and I effortlessly catch you between my claws. I dangle you above the ground, swinging you back and forth as I contemplate you. Making up my mind, I snap my jaws shut upon the upper half of your body, severing you at the waist. You're delicious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A massive dragon looms over you as you enter the final chamber. As in me. It's my chamber. I'm the looming dragon.\n\n\"Oh, you've made it to my chamber already?\" I inquire. \"Are you that eager to get yourself killed? Well, come on then. Show me what you've got.\"\n\nI'll let you make the first move. Go ahead. Don't disappoint me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You throw the sword!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For whatever reason, you fling your sword at me. It misses. Completely.\n\nI chuckle. \"Good job, knight. You've disarmed yourself.\"\n\nWell, since you wasted your turn being stupid, I guess it's my turn now. I inhale deeply, preparing to unleash a wave of deadly dragonfire upon you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You do a decent job of avoiding the flames. But obviously you can't dodge them completely, so you end up a little singed. But just a little. It's hardly noticeable.\n\nI'm done with fire breathing for now. Instead, I swing my sharp claws in your direction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for the sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make no effort to avoid my attack, focusing solely on the retrieval of your weapon. My claws connect, tearing into your neck and leaving long gashes down your chest. You bleed out in a matter of moments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You do a decent job of avoiding the flames. But obviously you can't dodge them completely, so you end up a little singed. But just a little. It's hardly noticeable.\n\nI'm done with fire breathing for now. Instead, I swing my sharp claws in your direction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You dodge my claws. Good for you. I decide to swing my tail at you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for the sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make no effort to avoid my attack, focusing solely on the retrieval of your weapon. My tail strikes you hard, sending you flying back a good 20 feet. While you struggle to get up, I charge at you, prepared to sink my teeth into your armor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for the sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm running towards you. You're heading for your sword. But I make a misstep; I trip over your blade and I'm sent hurtling towards the ground. I fall flat on my face. Humiliating, to say the least. I look up to see that you now have your sword pointing at me.\n\n\"Now, now,\" I say, your sword held firmly at my throat. \"Let's not get hasty. Nobody needs to be killed today. Especially not the one narrating this story. Why don't you put that sword down and think about this?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're not buying it. You came here with the intent of slaying a dragon, and there's no changing your mind. Despite my every protest, you callously take your blade and force it deep into my chest.\n\n\"Ack…\"\n\n\"Urk…\"\n\n\"You bastard… My story… is ruined…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm running towards you. You're heading for your sword. But I make a misstep; I trip over your blade and I'm sent hurtling towards the ground. I fall flat on my face. Humiliating, to say the least. I look up to see that you now have your sword pointing at me.\n\n\"Now, now,\" I say, your sword held firmly at my throat. \"Let's not get hasty. Nobody needs to be killed today. Especially not the one narrating this story. Why don't you put that sword down and think about this?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You spare him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The second you move your sword away from my throat, I knock it from your hands. Ah ha ha ha ha! You fool! You complete and utter fool! Do you know how close you were? How close you were to victory? But now, I win, and you lose, and there's nothing you can do abou—\n\nJust then, Vernon the wyvern peers in. …You know what? Forget about narrating. I need to go exterminate that little pest.\n\nI'll be right back. Probably." }, { "from": "human", "value": "..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make no effort to avoid my attack, focusing solely on the retrieval of your weapon. My tail strikes you hard, sending you flying back a good 20 feet. While you struggle to get up, I charge at you, prepared to sink my teeth into your armor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You avoid getting bitten. Simply amazing. I swing my claws at you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for the sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make no effort to avoid my attack, focusing solely on the retrieval of your weapon. My claws connect, tearing into your neck and leaving long gashes down your chest. You bleed out in a matter of moments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You dodge my claws. Good for you. I decide to swing my tail at you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You dodge my tail. Wow. I bare my teeth and get ready to bite you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for the sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You make no effort to avoid my attack, focusing solely on the retrieval of your weapon. My teeth sink into your flesh and I tear your head from your neck. I swallow it in one gulp. Mmm… Delicious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You dodge my tail. Wow. I bare my teeth and get ready to bite you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You avoid getting bitten. Simply amazing. I swing my claws at you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For whatever reason, you fling your sword at me. It misses. Completely.\n\nI chuckle. \"Good job, knight. You've disarmed yourself.\"\n\nWell, since you wasted your turn being stupid, I guess it's my turn now. I inhale deeply, preparing to unleash a wave of deadly dragonfire upon you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for the sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite the inferno raining upon you, you head straight for the sword, and straight to your doom. I envelop you in flames. They swallow you whole; they melt your armor to your flesh and burn you alive. Within moments, you're nothing but cinders. Crispy, smoldering cinders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A massive dragon looms over you as you enter the final chamber. As in me. It's my chamber. I'm the looming dragon.\n\n\"Oh, you've made it to my chamber already?\" I inquire. \"Are you that eager to get yourself killed? Well, come on then. Show me what you've got.\"\n\nI'll let you make the first move. Go ahead. Don't disappoint me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Charge!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You recklessly charge forward, presumably in the hopes of striking me with your sword. I dodge it fairly easily.\n\nNice try. Now it's my turn. I inhale deeply, preparing to unleash a wave of deadly dragonfire upon you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite the inferno raining upon you, offense is all you can think about, and that proves to be your downfall. I envelop you in flames. They swallow you whole; they melt your armor to your flesh and burn you alive. Within moments, you're nothing but cinders. Crispy, smoldering cinders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You recklessly charge forward, presumably in the hopes of striking me with your sword. I dodge it fairly easily.\n\nNice try. Now it's my turn. I inhale deeply, preparing to unleash a wave of deadly dragonfire upon you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You do a decent job of avoiding the flames. But obviously you can't dodge them completely, so you end up a little singed. But just a little. It's hardly noticeable.\n\nI'm done with fire breathing for now. Instead, I swing my sharp claws in your direction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A massive dragon looms over you as you enter the final chamber. As in me. It's my chamber. I'm the looming dragon.\n\n\"Oh, you've made it to my chamber already?\" I inquire. \"Are you that eager to get yourself killed? Well, come on then. Show me what you've got.\"\n\nI'll let you make the first move. Go ahead. Don't disappoint me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I don't want to not fight you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I pause. \"Don't test me, human,\" I growl. \"Don't.\"\n\nThis is your strategy? Talk me to death? Please. You're embarrassing me. Will you shut up about the double negatives?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"But I wasn't told that no double negatives weren't no weakness of yours.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "…\n\nJust… give me a moment to parse that. Okay.\n\nWhat did I tell you about that wyvern? That he's a liar. I don't have a weakness to double negatives, I just have a general dislike for them. Please, cut it out, or I swear I'll burn you alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I don't think you never shouldn't not do nothing like that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "…\n\nYou know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? That's it. I'm done. I quit. You have bugged me to the point that I feel the only solution is to walk away. So that's that. Be seeing you. Or not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "…\n\nJust… give me a moment to parse that. Okay.\n\nWhat did I tell you about that wyvern? That he's a liar. I don't have a weakness to double negatives, I just have a general dislike for them. Please, cut it out, or I swear I'll burn you alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You swing your blade at my while I'm arguing with you. I get it. You're trying to distract me. It's not gonna work.\n\nI catch the sword between my claws and run you through with it. You bleed out in a matter of moments. I wonder how it feels to be hoisted by your own petard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I pause. \"Don't test me, human,\" I growl. \"Don't.\"\n\nThis is your strategy? Talk me to death? Please. You're embarrassing me. Will you shut up about the double negatives?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You swing your blade at my while I'm arguing with you. I get it. You're trying to distract me. It's not gonna work.\n\nI catch the sword between my claws and run you through with it. You bleed out in a matter of moments. I wonder how it feels to be hoisted by your own petard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go right and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Maze of Little Twisty Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go right and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Twisty Little Maze of Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Maze of Twisty Little Passages? Really? Well, who am I to stop you? Have fun getting lost. You make your way into the maze and are greeted with three paths. Which path do you take?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Forward" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head forward and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Maze of Twisty Little Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Maze of Twisty Little Passages? Really? Well, who am I to stop you? Have fun getting lost. You make your way into the maze and are greeted with three paths. Which path do you take?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go right and find yourself again with three paths to take. You're in a Maze of Little Twisty Passages. Where to now?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You actually have the gall to take him up on his offer, and the two of you shake on your stupid little agreement. I can't believe you're really going to trust him. Really pathetic, if you ask me.\n\n\"Alright,\" he says, still wearing that smug snicker on his face. \"Knarr'ator may think he's awesome. Maybe he thinks he's invincible. But he's got perhaps the dumbest weakness I've ever heard of. That weakness is... double negatives.\"\n\nSheesh... Are you hearing this guy? So I don't like double negatives. As if a strong dislike of an improper use of grammar can be considered a \"weakness\". Who the heck does he think he is?\n\nWith that useless bit of information now imparted upon you, you continue on your quest, stopping when you come to yet another fork in the path. Go on; choose your next destination." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Riddle Room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, ho ho! The Riddle Room! You step inside and find that it is almost entirely empty. The only noticeable feature is an arch-like crevasse in the wall. Hint: it's a hidden door.\n\nSuddenly, a voice booms, seemingly coming from the walls themselves. \"You shall go no further until you have answered this riddle.\"\n\nThe suspense is figuratively killing me! I can't wait to see the hopeless puzzlement upon your face once you hear this riddle!\n\n\"If a tree… falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It does" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Correct!\" the voice sounds. \"A falling tree is going to make a sound regardless of whether it will be heard or not. You… May… PASS!\"\n\nThe rocky wall slides upward, granting you passage further into my lair. So I may have… uh… lied about the difficulty just a tad. Like, just a teeny tiny bit. But whatever. Just continue on your stupid quest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knarr'ator's Chamber" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A massive dragon looms over you as you enter the final chamber. As in me. It's my chamber. I'm the looming dragon.\n\n\"Oh, you've made it to my chamber already?\" I inquire. \"Are you that eager to get yourself killed? Well, come on then. Show me what you've got.\"\n\nI'll let you make the first move. Go ahead. Don't disappoint me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, ho ho! The Riddle Room! You step inside and find that it is almost entirely empty. The only noticeable feature is an arch-like crevasse in the wall. Hint: it's a hidden door.\n\nSuddenly, a voice booms, seemingly coming from the walls themselves. \"You shall go no further until you have answered this riddle.\"\n\nThe suspense is figuratively killing me! I can't wait to see the hopeless puzzlement upon your face once you hear this riddle!\n\n\"If a tree… falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It doesn't" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Correct!\" the voice sounds. \"Can it really be said that an unobserved event ever took place? An unheard treefall is just as easily an inaudible one. You… May… PASS!\"\n\nThe rocky wall slides upward, granting you passage further into my lair. So I may have… uh… lied about the difficulty just a tad. Like, just a teeny tiny bit. But whatever. Just continue on your stupid quest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knarr'ator's Chamber" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A massive dragon looms over you as you enter the final chamber. As in me. It's my chamber. I'm the looming dragon.\n\n\"Oh, you've made it to my chamber already?\" I inquire. \"Are you that eager to get yourself killed? Well, come on then. Show me what you've got.\"\n\nI'll let you make the first move. Go ahead. Don't disappoint me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, ho ho! The Riddle Room! You step inside and find that it is almost entirely empty. The only noticeable feature is an arch-like crevasse in the wall. Hint: it's a hidden door.\n\nSuddenly, a voice booms, seemingly coming from the walls themselves. \"You shall go no further until you have answered this riddle.\"\n\nThe suspense is figuratively killing me! I can't wait to see the hopeless puzzlement upon your face once you hear this riddle!\n\n\"If a tree… falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It doesn't not" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking the advice of that stupid little wyvern? Cute. Very cute. I'll have you know th—\n\n\"Correct!\" the voice sounds. \"A falling tree is going to make a sound regardless of whether it will be heard or not. You… May… PASS!\"\n\nThe rocky wall slides upward, granting you passage further into my lair. So I may have… uh… lied about the difficulty just a tad. Like, just a teeny tiny bit. But whatever. Just continue on your stupid quest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You actually have the gall to take him up on his offer, and the two of you shake on your stupid little agreement. I can't believe you're really going to trust him. Really pathetic, if you ask me.\n\n\"Alright,\" he says, still wearing that smug snicker on his face. \"Knarr'ator may think he's awesome. Maybe he thinks he's invincible. But he's got perhaps the dumbest weakness I've ever heard of. That weakness is... double negatives.\"\n\nSheesh... Are you hearing this guy? So I don't like double negatives. As if a strong dislike of an improper use of grammar can be considered a \"weakness\". Who the heck does he think he is?\n\nWith that useless bit of information now imparted upon you, you continue on your quest, stopping when you come to yet another fork in the path. Go on; choose your next destination." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Schrödinger's Room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Do I have a \"Schrodinger's Room\"? I feel like I do, but then again I feel like I don't. It's like both options are simultaneously true, or something. You nonetheless head in its direction, stopping once you come to a dead end.\n\nHuh. Guess I don't have a Schrodinger's Room. At least now I know for sure. So, where are you off to next, \"hero\"?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Maze of Twisty Little Passages" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Maze of Twisty Little Passages? Really? Well, who am I to stop you? Have fun getting lost. You make your way into the maze and are greeted with three paths. Which path do you take?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Do I have a \"Schrodinger's Room\"? I feel like I do, but then again I feel like I don't. It's like both options are simultaneously true, or something. You nonetheless head in its direction, stopping once you come to a dead end.\n\nHuh. Guess I don't have a Schrodinger's Room. At least now I know for sure. So, where are you off to next, \"hero\"?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Riddle Room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, ho ho! The Riddle Room! You step inside and find that it is almost entirely empty. The only noticeable feature is an arch-like crevasse in the wall. Hint: it's a hidden door.\n\nSuddenly, a voice booms, seemingly coming from the walls themselves. \"You shall go no further until you have answered this riddle.\"\n\nThe suspense is figuratively killing me! I can't wait to see the hopeless puzzlement upon your face once you hear this riddle!\n\n\"If a tree… falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?\"" } ]

[ "Humor", "War" ]

[ 73, 42, 69, 52, 19, 9, 5, 6 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: fantasy.\nSet the scene with these themes: Humor, War.\n\n\nGeneric Warning - For immature mature audiences only.\nAuthor's Note\nI fired the ridiculous cannon up for this one and took it up to eleven.\nThis project has lingered untouched in my trunk for nearly a year now. Originally intended to be a short work, it grew big and fat in my notes, and was then later locked away and ignored. Life happens. Anyway, I pulled it from the graveyard and decided to patchwork the dangling ends together.\nPlay through the heroic or not so heroic adventures of a Cliche knight hero! There are a series of three endings for the knight that I considered canon when I first drafted the story. These unlock the first pages of what were intended to be the other hero paths of wizard, prince and spunky girl (along with some bonus troll material). If enough people enjoy the knight's story, I'd be open to reinvesting in the project and adding one or all of them on as an expansion. Each would play as its own separate story, so don't worry, there is a full and complete story in here.\nThe work, however, is raw - often intentionally so. And while the 'canon' endings unlock the bonus material, there really is no winning and losing. You just do better or worse.\nThat said, this is a fragment of the monster that lies in my notes, coming in at a little over 22k words. I feel comfortable saying there are a few chuckles in here, so I think if it brightens one person's day then it was worth publishing.\nAll comments, both mean and kind, are appreciated. Enjoy.\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wintry winds howl a horrible wail, whipping white watery snow against the weathered watchtower's westernmost wall. Yes, it is indeed a dark and stormy night, but darker and stormier and maybe just a tad more purple than your run-of-the-mill dark and stormy night.\n\nSomewhere deep in the forest a unicorn frolics in a magical glade, as elves watch and scamper amongst the trees, polishing their bows with the blood of dwarves.\n\n\"Killed a big fat one today, Elfrond,\" says Elfmoor. \"Bastard was trying to chop down a cherry tree. Can you believe it, a fucking cherry tree? Sacrilege.\"\n\n\"Have you ever wondered why we hate the dwarves so much?\" asks Elfrond.\n\n\"What do you mean? They're fucking dwarves! And this one chopped down a tree. A cherry tree. Only thing that rivals my love of trees are cherries. And music. And song. And like five other things.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I've just been thinking lately. How did we get these sweet bows, if we didn't chop down a tree to shape them. And how do we burn fires without firewood? And why exactly do we hate the dwarves?\"\n\n\"It's canon. Don't ask questions.\"\n\n\"What's a cannon?\"\n\nSuddenly, the elves quit bickering. Something that only happens once in a thousand years occurs. The glade explodes with magical aura as the unicorn releases its legendary rainbow fart. Magical anomalies, such as this, signal only one thing: the birth of a hero.\n\nElfmoor takes a big whiff of the magical aroma. \"B. E. A. Utiful. Times like this make life worth living.\"\n\nElfrond shakes his head. \"Elfmoor, we're immortal. I've seen this like ten times already. And every time this happens, it means something evil is about to come afoot.\"\n\n\"But the hero always wins.\"\n\n\"Have you ever heard the term collateral damage?\"\n\n\"Is that a sword?\"\n\nAnd there you have it. The magical unicorn fart that marks your birth. How exciting! I wonder what type of hero you will grow up to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heroic knight, heroic knight!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah, the noble knight in shining armor. And they say chivalry is dead.\n\nYou are born into a loving but stern peasant family in the hamlet of Forest Hill. Your formative years are a medley of hardship, merriment, and hard work. While most of the other children in the hamlet are content to play ragamuffin children's games and live out their lives in this quaint corner of the woods, you aspire to greatness, spending every evening selling turnips and every night mucking shit from the stables. With all this (paltry sum of) loot, you are able to afford sword and shield lessons from the guardsmen.\n\nOne fine autumn evening, you and your sword master Jon are finishing a sparring session. Jon is bigger and faster than you are, but you have taken his lessons to heart. Training swords are blunted, but they hurt all the same when they whack you.\n\nJon's sword arcs toward your shoulder. You raise your shield, and the wood splinters. With a quick twist of the wrist, you yank the shield downwards, catching Jon's sword in the process. He is open; here is your chance. You swing your sword…\n\n\"Dodge!\" you shout, dropping to the ground. Jon's fist sails an inch above your head. You toss your shield and lurch from your knees into Jon. The pair of you grapple on the ground. Dust flies. Both of your swords are lost in the ruckus.\n\nA fist catches you square in the gut. Once, twice, three times. You spit in Jon's eyes and roll to the side, and stagger to your feet. A leg comes sweeping toward you.\n\n\"Dodge!\" you shout, jumping back. You avoid the leg, but tumble onto your ass. Before you can regain your feet, a boot hits your chest, shoving you back into the ground.\n\nJon stands above you and smirks. \"You know what you forgot to do?\"\n\nYou nod, knowing.\n\n\"You forgot to DODGE!\"\n\nYou share a hearty laugh. At first, Jon would shout 'dodge' to train you to avoid taking hits, now it is your job to shout it when you train. He even sends kids around to throw shit at you randomly during the day. That really sends the message home. You have come so far that the art of dodging has almost become a sixth sense. 'If they can't hit you, they can't kill you,' Jon had reasoned.\n\nThe pair of you head to the watch house to clean up. The building is small and reeks of sweat and mildew. The hamlet only has three guards, so upgrading their housing has not been a top concern of the local Baron. You are just thrilled the hamlet has guards at all.\n\n\"You're getting good, kid. Real good,\" says Jon, stripping his leather armor. \"I think you're ready for some real patrol work. We just got a report the other night about some disappearances on the Baron's Road. It's probably just some bandits, but we need to take care of it. You in?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hell yeah you're in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hell yeah I'm in.\"\n\nJon nods. \"Glad to hear it.\"\n\nThis could be your big chance to finally prove yourself. You need to get your name out there if you want to have any chance of receiving a knighthood someday. They do not just hand those things out like… well, nobody has ever actually handed you anything except a nice big steaming pile of shit. Peasantry blows.\n\nUnder cover of darkness, you and the three guards head out along the Baron's Road in the back of a covered wagon. No one has ever thought of ambushing bandits in a covered wagon while guised as merchants. Surely, the plan will go off without a hitch.\n\nSamwellington the Fat jitters in his seat. You are not sure if it is because he is scared or hungry. How Sam became a member of the guard is beyond your imagination. Jon trusts him for some reason, and that is good enough for you. \"Nervous kid?\" he asks.\n\nThat you might eat me. \"No. If Jon says I'm ready, then I'm ready.\"\n\nBowie bobs his head. \"It's best to trust Jon. I didn't once and then my world went to shit. That draugr attack during the winter of '69 was brutal… I still have nightmares.\"\n\nJon rolls his eyes. \"If you hadn't st-\"\n\n\"Hey, let's let bygones be bygones,\" says Bowie.\n\n\"Hey do you hear that?\" you ask.\n\n\"Sorry, my stomach rumbles when I travel,\" says Samwellington.\n\n\"No, not-\"\n\nThe horses whinny and bolt. One of the wheels catches a snag in the road and topples over. Luckily, you land on Samwellington's gut. Jon cuts a hole in the wagon covering and climbs out into the night, and you and Bowie follow.\n\n\"Oh, fuck…\" Jon clutches his sword in both hands and rushes.\n\nTwo trolls tower over the corpses of the horses and the wagon driver, tearing chunks of bloody flesh with the effort you would rip apart a boiled chicken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You help Jon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In your eagerness to fight at Jon's side, you forget the most important lesson of your training: always dodge.\n\nA troll whips a horse leg in your direction. Off balance and off guard, you cannot avoid the hurling limb as the hoof nails you in the shoulder, severing your sword arm. Blood spouts like a geyser from your body as you crumple to the road.\n\n\"Bowie, help Jon!\" Samwellington shrieks. \"I've got the kid.\" Samwellington stumbles to your side and rolls you onto your back. \"Hang in there little buddy. It's going to be alright.\"\n\nBlood loss is making you delusional. It is the only way to explain what is happening. Samwellington draws his dagger and sticks himself in the gut. He drags the blade across his stomach, slips his hand into the incision, and pulls out a chunk of his own fat. He smacks the lard on your wound and it sticks in place, stemming the blood flow.\n\n\"Can you walk?\" asks Samwellington.\n\n\"Can I walk? Can I walk! I just had my fucking arm cleaved off. What the fuck do you think?\"\n\n\"Yeah, an arm, not a leg. Don't be a baby.\"\n\n\"Sam we could really use your fat ass over here,\" shouts Bowie. \"Any motherfucking time!\"\n\nYou hear a gurgle and a gasp just before Bowie's head goes sailing through the air. Samwellington gulps and scurries away to hide behind the wreckage of the wagon. What a coward. Oh well, at least he saved your life.\n\nLeaning against your sword, you stagger to your feet. One of the trolls ravages Bowie's headless corpse. The crunching and snapping of bones sickens you, and you fight the urge to hurl as bile tickles your throat. Jon appears to be holding his ground against the other troll, but once his friend finishes devouring Bowie's corpse, even Jon won't be able to fend off their combined savagery. You have to do something quick or all of your worthless lives will be over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You throw your severed arm as a distraction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You doubt you will be of much use as a combatant, so you may as well make yourself useful in some other fashion.\n\nYou grab your severed arm and wing it as hard you can toward the trolls. The troll feasting on Bowie ignores the bloody mess of flesh, but Jon's troll clambers after it on all fours. A deep sadness seeps into your bones as you hear the troll crunch your arm in its jaws. Heroes are not supposed to be eaten.\n\nJon slices the back of the trolls' knees, and the troll howls in agony as its legs buckle. Jon leaps onto its back and cleaves the head clean off with one swipe with your arm still clenched between its teeth.\n\n\"Go Jon,\" Samwellington cheers. The fat coward is still cowering behind wreckage from the wagon.\n\n\"Why don't you try and help?\" you snarl.\n\n\"I am helping. I'm providing emotional support.\"\n\nYou roll your eyes and look back in time to see Jon finish off the second troll.\n\n\"Wow, that was fast,\" you say.\n\nJon shrugs. \"A little emotional support can go a long way. Nice job yourself. You didn't even need to have your sword arm attached to the rest of your body for it to be useful. Try dodging next time though.\"\n\n\"I don't know if there will be a next time. How can I fight without a sword arm?\"\n\nJon winks. \"I know a guy: magic fellow and what not. He should be able to do something for you.\" Jon raises his hand. \"Hold on one second. I'll be right back.\"\n\nJon darts into the forest and you hear the lovely sound of steel biting into flesh and the accompanying screams.\n\n\"Sam, why don't you go back to the hamlet and draft the report,\" says Jon, emerging from the forest, \"add five dead bandits to it. I'll take our buddy here to the hedge wizard.\"\n\nWith that, you and Jon part ways with Samwellington and enjoy a relatively droll venture to the hedge wizard's hut. You understand why he is only a hedge wizard. The hut is a ramshackle smattering of twigs and leaves that appear to be held together by nothing but mud and bird poop. The entire place smells worse than a popcorn fart. This may not have been the best idea, but before you can raise your concerns with Jon, he hollers out.\n\n\"Hey, Osprey, get out here. I need a favor.\"\n\n\"Is that you Jon?\" You hear weird pops and bangs from inside the bird poop hut. \"Just a second.\"\n\n\"Take your time,\" says Jon. \"No hurry.\"\n\nAfter a few minutes, a bent white-bearded man with smoldering eyebrows and a staff teeters out of the hut amidst a cloud of smoke. The smoke shrouds Osprey and follows him around. It smells of rancid cheese and burning bird shit.\n\n\"Whew,\" Jon attempts to wave the stink away, \"what were you doing in there?\"\n\nOsprey's eyes light up. His lips twist into a smirk as he cackles. \"Wizard things.\"\n\n\"Oh, Dear God.\"\n\nOsprey's smile vanishes as he notices you and totters over. He grabs your head in both hands, lifts your chin, peers into your eyes, and prods your chest with a bony finger. A chill courses through your bones. He proceeds to violate your personal space for several minutes while you do your best to avoid suffocating in the smoke.\n\n\"Mmhmmm,\" he says to himself. \"Just as I thought. The boy is missing an arm.\"\n\nYou roll your eyes. \"How observant.\"\n\nOsprey whacks you upside the head with the staff. \"Mind your manners, boy, or I'll turn you into a leprechaun.\" He shakes his head. \"Ain't nothing sadder than a leprechaun.\"\n\n\"Not even a smelly old man living in a bird shit hut?\"\n\nOsprey clobbers you with the staff again. \"I'll have respect from you boy. This is no joking matter. You ever see a leprechaun you give that poor bastard nothing but your sincerest sympathies.\" He smacks you with the staff one more time for good measure. \"Now about that arm. I can fix you right up. Get you a brand new ethereal arm. Those things are sweet: impervious to physical damage. Magic will fuck you up though.\"\n\nOsprey begins nodding his head and drawing weird symbols in the ground with his staff while mumbling to himself.\n\n\"Jon,\" you whisper, \"I really don't think this is a good idea. This guy is cracked.\"\n\nJon scoffs. \"Posh. You want to be a knight, right? Well, a knight needs both arms.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You bring on the magic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Truer words have never been said. Well, they probably have, but you cannot think of any at the moment.\n\n\"Alright,\" you nod, \"bring on the magic.\"\n\n\"That's the spirit.\" Osprey bumbles around finishing his runes. He mutters some incantations, bops you on top of the head a few times with his staff and bursts into poetry.\n\nA wizard did it, a wizard bid it.\n\nAn arm grew, fresh and new.\n\nEthereal, but not imperial.\n\nAs we live in a realm, surrounded by elm.\n\nNature's magic, is never tragic.\n\nMy rhymes are bad, but I'm not mad.\n\nThis spell worked, 'cause Cyrus twerked.\n\nJust like that, a sprite and shiny ethereal arm appears from your shoulder. You clench your fist and feel the power pulsing through your… veins? Jon claps politely as Osprey bows.\n\nThe hedge wizard slaps you across the back, smiling. \"Now don't go committing sins of self-pleasure with that thing. You might rip something important off.\"\n\nYou gulp.\n\nOsprey cackles and slaps you some more. He seems to like hitting you. \"You can shoot magic energy blasts out of that thing too. I thought that might be useful for a hero.\"\n\nJon shakes his head. \"If you want to be a heroic knight, don't do that. Knights aren't magic. Only trouble can come of it. This isn't a wizard's tale.\"\n\nOsprey shrugs and wanders back into his hut. The door creaks shut and you soon hear the calamity snap back to life. He pokes his head out to offer one last piece of advice. \"You treat them leprechauns with respect, boy, you hear me?\" He slams the door shut and that is that.\n\n\"What do we do now?\" you ask Jon.\n\n\"Well, I'm going to go back to the hamlet and make sure everything's in order. You should go try out your new arm and get used to it.\"\n\nYou consider that a smashing idea and head off to the neighboring kingdom of Irelandshire to seek out one of these mystical leprechauns. With the help of several drunken and boisterous natives, you learn the not-so-secret location of the Valley of Rainbows where the leprechauns supposedly abound. They warn you not to go though because it is a sad and wretched place. Obviously, you ignore them.\n\nHundreds of rainbows dot the easy to access valley, and you have little difficulty tracking one down to its end. Naturally, a great pot of gold sits next to it, but no leprechaun.\n\nYou try calling for them, taunting them, begging them, praising them, but none appear.\n\n\"Well at least I'm rich.\"\n\nYou pack as much gold as you can onto your horse (which isn't anywhere near the entire pot since gold is heavy, yet it's still enough to buy a castle or two) and prepare to return home.\n\nAs you approach the precipice with the cave that leads out of the valley, a shrill cry booms from deep in the heart of the valley." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're rich. You're going home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where is your sense of adventure? Heroes aren't supposed to be in the game just for the money!\n\nWhat about for princess bosom?\n\nPrincess bosom is nice, but even with that you are still only a cheap imitation of a true hero. Besides, I do not see any princess bosom in the area, and no, you cannot buy princess bosom. You must earn such luxuries.\n\nAre you telling me I don't actually get to go home?\n\nNo, you can go home if you want. I'm merely giving you an opportunity to reconsider because I am a kind and kindred spirit. Eh, who am I kidding? I'm kind of a dick, but my offer still stands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You piss off, you're going home with your booty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You elect to go home with your wealthy horde of treasure, as you have every right to do so. I applaud your resolution. That takes cajones. Even divine intervention cannot derail you from your path.\n\nWith your newfound riches, you decide to take a luxury cruise on the C.Y.S. Generic Heroine. She is truly a gallant vessel. You dine on raw oysters and baked clams, which you eat off the bare breasts of dashing dames. At night, mermaids sing scandalous songs as they swim along with the ship, attempting to lure foolish sailors and passengers into their clutches, but not you, no, you are too wise. You simply listen and enjoy the sweet melodies.\n\nThe seas stay smooth and calm and you enjoy a pleasurable sailing experience. Pirates only attack once, and with your bitchin' ethereal arm, you smash and bash them to bits, claiming their brig as your own. You even remembered to heed Jon's warning and not use the magical energy blasts to preserve your status as a heroic knight.\n\n\"How was your trip?\" Jon asks as you arrive in port.\n\n\"Profitable.\"\n\nSamwellington's mouth waters as he sniffs the seafood on your breath. \"Do you have any more clams?\"\n\n\"I hope so,\" says Jon, ignoring Samwellington. \"You missed the king's tournament. Sooooooo much shit went down.\"\n\n\"Jon found a fire-crotch.\" Samwellington beams gaily. \"And killed a no good dirty evil wizard.\"\n\nJon nods. \"The future looks bright. That's for damn certain.\"\n\nThe three of you leave the docks and head into the city, ready to raise hell and fuck bitches make sweet tender love to beautiful maidens. What, did you think I would be spiteful and have you die of the Great Pox or be devoured by the kracken?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where is your sense of adventure? Heroes aren't supposed to be in the game just for the money!\n\nWhat about for princess bosom?\n\nPrincess bosom is nice, but even with that you are still only a cheap imitation of a true hero. Besides, I do not see any princess bosom in the area, and no, you cannot buy princess bosom. You must earn such luxuries.\n\nAre you telling me I don't actually get to go home?\n\nNo, you can go home if you want. I'm merely giving you an opportunity to reconsider because I am a kind and kindred spirit. Eh, who am I kidding? I'm kind of a dick, but my offer still stands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Convinced you, oh benevolent and mighty guardian angel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one likes a kiss ass. I'm more akin to a god than an angel anyway.\n\nTaking a deep whiff of air you can smell the magic. This place has more to it than abandoned pots of gold and rainbows after all. You order your horse to stay and guard your gold as you dart towards the disturbance, and he obeys, because that is what good horseys do.\n\nYou storm through the trees, snapping branches and scaring furry little forest critters. In your haste, you trample a chipmunk. The little fellow's bones make a nice crunching noise.\n\n\"Hey what's the big idea!\"\n\nYou whirl around but do not see anyone. You inspect the bottom of your boot, but the chipmunk is not the speaker. He is squashed like a rotten pumpkin all juicy and splattered.\n\n\"Over here you idiot.\" A giant of a man posing as a tree rumbles toward you. He has moss and vines for a beard and hair. His green eyes glimmer with malice. A bear and a wolf lumber along at his sides. \"Why are you destroying my forest?\"\n\n\"Sorry, I was looking for whatever made that awful cry.\"\n\n\"That was a leprechaun bemoaning his sorry fate of being a leprechaun.\"\n\n\"Cool, can you show me where they are?\"\n\n\"You murder my friend and harm my trees and you ask me for help? Give me one reason why I shouldn't bring you home to my wife and tickle you to death for her amusement while my children eat your toes!\"\n\nWhat in the name of Pegasus is this thing? Oh, if only you had brought that book on mythical creatures Samwellington bought you for your birthday. At any rate, something tells you he does not belong in Irelandshire. You do not think you will be able to reason with him. If the chipmunk was his friend, honor would dictate that he avenge the cute little guy's mushy corpse. How do you want to play this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him, 'Everything you say is a lie.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A smug smirk crosses your lips as you proudly declare, \"Everything I say is a lie.\"\n\nThe weird tree man thing stares at you then shakes his head in pity. \"What did you think a paradox would do? Make my brain melt into soup?\"\n\n\"Yes, actually.\"\n\n\"I am a leshy. Not an imbecile.\"\n\n\"I have no idea what that is. Do you sing songs?\"\n\n\"You'll see what I do.\"\n\nThe leshy's animal friends attack and pin you to the ground before you can react. You manage to strangle the bear to death with your ethereal arm, but this only enrages the leshy further. He plucks you from the ground as a princess would an eyelash and carries you off to his shanty with the wolf nipping at your feet.\n\nOnce inside his home, he binds you with vines and hangs you from the ceiling. His wife and children enter from kitchen.\n\n\"Oh, wonderful,\" his wife cries with glee, \"you found a wanderer! We get so few in the Valley of Rainbows.\"\n\n\"The stupid leprechauns keep everyone away,\" says one of the children. \"No one wants to be near a leprechaun.\"\n\nThe leshy's wife smacks the child upside the head. \"You treat the leprechauns with respect young man. They have enough misfortune without your drivel.\"\n\n\"That's right. Behave yourself, or I won't let you eat his toes,\" says the leshy.\n\n\"Yes Pa.\"\n\nThe leshy begins tickling you as the children nibble on your toes. The wife shoves a hand down her dress and begins to moan and giggle. You shut your eyes and vomit between fits of laughter and screams of agony. Piss runs down your leg.\n\n\"You evil bastard!\" you scream.\n\n\"I'm not evil. You're just a failure and a murderer,\" says the leshy as he proceeds to tickle you to death. \"Chipper was one of my best friends. He will not be forgotten.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one likes a kiss ass. I'm more akin to a god than an angel anyway.\n\nTaking a deep whiff of air you can smell the magic. This place has more to it than abandoned pots of gold and rainbows after all. You order your horse to stay and guard your gold as you dart towards the disturbance, and he obeys, because that is what good horseys do.\n\nYou storm through the trees, snapping branches and scaring furry little forest critters. In your haste, you trample a chipmunk. The little fellow's bones make a nice crunching noise.\n\n\"Hey what's the big idea!\"\n\nYou whirl around but do not see anyone. You inspect the bottom of your boot, but the chipmunk is not the speaker. He is squashed like a rotten pumpkin all juicy and splattered.\n\n\"Over here you idiot.\" A giant of a man posing as a tree rumbles toward you. He has moss and vines for a beard and hair. His green eyes glimmer with malice. A bear and a wolf lumber along at his sides. \"Why are you destroying my forest?\"\n\n\"Sorry, I was looking for whatever made that awful cry.\"\n\n\"That was a leprechaun bemoaning his sorry fate of being a leprechaun.\"\n\n\"Cool, can you show me where they are?\"\n\n\"You murder my friend and harm my trees and you ask me for help? Give me one reason why I shouldn't bring you home to my wife and tickle you to death for her amusement while my children eat your toes!\"\n\nWhat in the name of Pegasus is this thing? Oh, if only you had brought that book on mythical creatures Samwellington bought you for your birthday. At any rate, something tells you he does not belong in Irelandshire. You do not think you will be able to reason with him. If the chipmunk was his friend, honor would dictate that he avenge the cute little guy's mushy corpse. How do you want to play this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You turn your clothes inside out and put your shoes on the wrong feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You remember now! This creature is a leshy, and there is only one sure fire way to stop a leshy. You whip off your clothes, put them on inside out, kick off your shoes and slip them onto the opposite feet.\n\nThe leshy grimaces and his animal companions slink away. \"I guess I have to show you the way out now.\"\n\n\"I know the way out. Can you take me to the leprechauns?\"\n\n\"You want to see the leprechauns? Are you dull in the head?\"\n\n\"I like bacon, yes.\"\n\nThe leshy's eyes twinkle with fear. \"Clearly, you're mentally unhinged. Just like those poor leprechauns. If I take you to them, promise you'll leave me and my family alone.\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\nYou follow the leshy into a glade, within a glen, within a gorge, within a holler, within a hollow, within a dell, within a dale, within a dingle, within a canyon, within a vale within the Valley of Rainbows. The trip is quite, shall I say, trippy.\n\nThe leshy points to a pool of water where all the rainbows spring forth. \"I'm not getting any closer. Give the leprechauns my condolences, and please don't murder rape my family. Good day.\" The leshy leaves in a hurry without another word.\n\nYou approach the pool with eager enthusiasm and the leprechauns begin to appear from the surrounding trees…\n\nWhy are you stopping?\n\nI'm sorry. It's too depressing. Give the leprechauns my condolences as well, poor sorry bastards." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Truer words have never been said. Well, they probably have, but you cannot think of any at the moment.\n\n\"Alright,\" you nod, \"bring on the magic.\"\n\n\"That's the spirit.\" Osprey bumbles around finishing his runes. He mutters some incantations, bops you on top of the head a few times with his staff and bursts into poetry.\n\nA wizard did it, a wizard bid it.\n\nAn arm grew, fresh and new.\n\nEthereal, but not imperial.\n\nAs we live in a realm, surrounded by elm.\n\nNature's magic, is never tragic.\n\nMy rhymes are bad, but I'm not mad.\n\nThis spell worked, 'cause Cyrus twerked.\n\nJust like that, a sprite and shiny ethereal arm appears from your shoulder. You clench your fist and feel the power pulsing through your… veins? Jon claps politely as Osprey bows.\n\nThe hedge wizard slaps you across the back, smiling. \"Now don't go committing sins of self-pleasure with that thing. You might rip something important off.\"\n\nYou gulp.\n\nOsprey cackles and slaps you some more. He seems to like hitting you. \"You can shoot magic energy blasts out of that thing too. I thought that might be useful for a hero.\"\n\nJon shakes his head. \"If you want to be a heroic knight, don't do that. Knights aren't magic. Only trouble can come of it. This isn't a wizard's tale.\"\n\nOsprey shrugs and wanders back into his hut. The door creaks shut and you soon hear the calamity snap back to life. He pokes his head out to offer one last piece of advice. \"You treat them leprechauns with respect, boy, you hear me?\" He slams the door shut and that is that.\n\n\"What do we do now?\" you ask Jon.\n\n\"Well, I'm going to go back to the hamlet and make sure everything's in order. You should go try out your new arm and get used to it.\"\n\nYou consider that a smashing idea and head off to the neighboring kingdom of Irelandshire to seek out one of these mystical leprechauns. With the help of several drunken and boisterous natives, you learn the not-so-secret location of the Valley of Rainbows where the leprechauns supposedly abound. They warn you not to go though because it is a sad and wretched place. Obviously, you ignore them.\n\nHundreds of rainbows dot the easy to access valley, and you have little difficulty tracking one down to its end. Naturally, a great pot of gold sits next to it, but no leprechaun.\n\nYou try calling for them, taunting them, begging them, praising them, but none appear.\n\n\"Well at least I'm rich.\"\n\nYou pack as much gold as you can onto your horse (which isn't anywhere near the entire pot since gold is heavy, yet it's still enough to buy a castle or two) and prepare to return home.\n\nAs you approach the precipice with the cave that leads out of the valley, a shrill cry booms from deep in the heart of the valley." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You investigate the cry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking a deep whiff of air you can smell the magic. This place has more to it than abandoned pots of gold and rainbows after all. You order your horse to stay and guard your gold as you dart towards the disturbance, and he obeys, because that is what good horseys do.\n\nYou storm through the trees, snapping branches and scaring furry little forest critters. In your haste, you trample a chipmunk. The little fellow's bones make a nice crunching noise.\n\n\"Hey what's the big idea!\"\n\nYou whirl around but do not see anyone. You inspect the bottom of your boot, but the chipmunk is not the speaker. He is squashed like a rotten pumpkin all juicy and splattered.\n\n\"Over here you idiot.\" A giant of a man posing as a tree rumbles toward you. He has moss and vines for a beard and hair. His green eyes glimmer with malice. A bear and a wolf lumber along at his sides. \"Why are you destroying my forest?\"\n\n\"Sorry, I was looking for whatever made that awful cry.\"\n\n\"That was a leprechaun bemoaning his sorry fate of being a leprechaun.\"\n\n\"Cool, can you show me where they are?\"\n\n\"You murder my friend and harm my trees and you ask me for help? Give me one reason why I shouldn't bring you home to my wife and tickle you to death for her amusement while my children eat your toes!\"\n\nWhat in the name of Pegasus is this thing? Oh, if only you had brought that book on mythical creatures Samwellington bought you for your birthday. At any rate, something tells you he does not belong in Irelandshire. You also doubt you will be able to reason with him. If the chipmunk was his friend, honor would dictate that he avenge the cute little guy's mushy corpse. How do you want to play this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell him, 'Everything you say is a lie.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A smug smirk crosses your lips as you proudly declare, \"Everything I say is a lie.\"\n\nThe weird tree man thing stares at you then shakes his head in pity. \"What did you think a paradox would do? Make my brain melt into soup?\"\n\n\"Yes, actually.\"\n\n\"I am a leshy. Not an imbecile.\"\n\n\"I have no idea what that is. Do you sing songs?\"\n\n\"You'll see what I do.\"\n\nThe leshy's animal friends attack and pin you to the ground before you can react. You manage to strangle the bear to death with your ethereal arm, but this only enrages the leshy further. He plucks you from the ground as a princess would an eyelash and carries you off to his shanty with the wolf nipping at your feet.\n\nOnce inside his home, he binds you with vines and hangs you from the ceiling. His wife and children enter from kitchen.\n\n\"Oh, wonderful,\" his wife cries with glee, \"you found a wanderer! We get so few in the Valley of Rainbows.\"\n\n\"The stupid leprechauns keep everyone away,\" says one of the children. \"No one wants to be near a leprechaun.\"\n\nThe leshy's wife smacks the child upside the head. \"You treat the leprechauns with respect young man. They have enough misfortune without your drivel.\"\n\n\"That's right. Behave yourself, or I won't let you eat his toes,\" says the leshy.\n\n\"Yes Pa.\"\n\nThe leshy begins tickling you as the children nibble on your toes. The wife shoves a hand down her dress and begins to moan and giggle. You shut your eyes and vomit between fits of laughter and screams of agony. Piss runs down your leg.\n\n\"You evil bastard!\" you scream.\n\n\"I'm not evil. You're just a failure and a murderer,\" says the leshy as he proceeds to tickle you to death. \"Chipper was one of my best friends. He will not be forgotten.\"" } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 474, 308, 507, 419, 184, 96, 70, 203 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: modern\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Serious\nUse this as a starting point: You've been betrayed by an unknown enemy, your friends have all been kidnapped, your family has been relocated and you have been diagnosed as insane and thrown in the mental institution. Now you're out--and it's time for vengeance!TIP: Be careful what weapons you choose. Some weapons are good against some guys, and some are good for others.P.S. For those of you who hated The Thumb, please let me know if I have redeemed myself by making this game.\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The last few days seem to blend together in your mind. Only three days ago, you were on a class trip to Arizona with your class. You remember riding on the bus, wondering what awaited you in Arizona, while your friends chatted away in other seats. None of them seemed to realize how weird it was for the school to organize a trip all the way to Arizona, from your school in New York.\n\nAs you sat there, pondering, staring out the window, you overheard a friend of yours complaining to her friends about her nasty boyfriend (she's not known to keep the best company). Then, suddenly, you picked up the hum of motorcycles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keep going" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You seemed to be the only one to notice these mysterious people on motorcycles riding alongside the bus. They wore black ski masks that hid their faces and wore flak jackets. There were two of them, both riding alongside the bus.\n\nSuddenly they pulled out uzis and fired them directly into the air. Now they had the attention of everyone on the bus. They forced the bus to pull over and marched everyone out. Then they made everyone stand in a line for over an hour without doing or saying anything. Anyone brave enough to utter even a sound was dragged over to a ditch by the road. Soon there was a huge line of people in a line near the ditch, including two of your favorite teachers and three of your best friends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This doesn't look good" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly the two thugs grabbed their uzis, and opened fire on the line of students and faculty standing by the ditch. Horrified, you watched as your teachers and friends tumbled into the ditch, and stained the sand with their blood.\n\nSuddenly, all fear gone, you went mad with rage. You jumped one of the thugs and tried to choke him. But the other thug pistol whipped you, and while you were dizzy, they tied you to the tire of the bus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The consequences of anger" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This done, the thugs approached Lillian (your friend with the nasty boyfriend), and without a word they pistol whipped her into unconsciousness. Then they forced all the remaining students and faculty to march further along the highway, and when they were 20 feet away, one of the thugs looked back at you and tossed a grenade on to the bus.\n\n\"NOOOOOO!\" You screamed in horror, only to watch as the bus burst into flames. Then, suddenly, something wierd happened: the motorcycles, still parked on either side of the bus, flew into the air by themselves, and crashed into the bus. In the midst of the resulting huge explosion, you realized the bus was tipping over... on you! \"AAARRRGGHH!\" You struggled to get free, but you were firmly tied to the bus tire.\n\nAs the thugs and their hostages vanished on the horizon, you could have sworn that one of the thugs turned back and screamed, \"See you in hell!\"\n\nThen the bus collapsed on top of you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Died! No, not really, but you may wish you had" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. After recovering from the initial surprise that you weren't dead, you asked to see your family. But the manager of the hospital, a peculiar little man with green-tinted glasses (he said he had a mysterious eye condition), said you couldn't. He then asked you to tell him what happened.\n\nRemembering fully, you told him the whole story. He whispered something to the nurse, and then said, \"Now, don't worry. You'll be well cared for here.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" you asked, puzzled. Then, suddenly, it dawned on you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't think I'm insane, do you? I mean, you know I'm telling the truth, right? How else could you explain the death and disappearance of all those people?\" The doctor smiled, and then named every teacher and student who had gone on the trip, and explained how they were all, in fact, with a relative or on vacation or something, and that there had been no school trip to Arizona.\n\n\"But don't worry,\" he added, \"they were right to bring you here. You're terribly sick, but we'll make you well. Don't worry.\" He turned to two burly men and whispered something to them. You could only make out, \"Dangerous… schizophrenic… inform his family… relocate… danger to them all…\"\n\nSuddenly, the burly men grabbed you and dragged you down the hall. You continued to scream, \"I'm not crazy! How can you think I am? Please believe me!\"\n\nBut nobody would listen. You were thrown in a padded cell, and have remained there since." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Plans of escape" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since then, you have remained in this cell, in solitary confinement. Aside from the guard who brings you food every day, you have not seen another human being for three weeks (and you only see his hand!)It has been a living hell; for a while you thought you really would go insane.\n\nThe only thing that keeps you going is the thought of vengeance. You know you aren't really insane, and that your friends were kidnapped. There is still much you don't know—why they were kidnapped, where they are now, who accused you of insanity, or how a bus fell on you and still you survived—but you will find out. For three weeks, you have been trying to find a weak spot in the wall to dig out of, and tonight the tunnel is completed. Soon, you will escape, and vengeance will be yours…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Adventure begins" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, you slip out into the tunnel. After several minutes of crawling through a splintery wooden tunnel, you fall several feet and land in the mud. You realize it is night, and it is pouring rain. Desperately, you run to find shelter. However, there are no buildings in sight, only palm trees. Where are you?\n\nAfter several hours of walking, the rain lets up and you find yourself by the highway. You realize now how warm it is, and decide you must be in Florida. You see a weapons store in the distance, and the owner sees you through the window. He asks you to come in. Puzzled, you enter.\n\nHe says, \"I've been expecting you. I know you have endured great hardship, and I'd like to help you clear your name. However, I can't do much. All I can do is offer you these free weapons.\" He holds up a spear, a scimitar and a swordcane. \"Please take one.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take the swordcane" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take the swordcane" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Got the swordcane" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now that you've chosen a hand-to-hand combat weapon,\" the man continues, \"you must pick a firearm. I have a choice of a chu ko nu (medieval rapid fire crossbow), a silencer pistol and a bazooka.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You choose the Chu ko nu" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You chose the chu ko nu." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just be careful with those weapons,\" The man says, \"You may not know this yet, but you are wanted as a dangerous lunatic. If you are seen with a weapon in public, people may decide to shoot first and ask questions later.\"\n\nAfter thanking the man for his help, you leave the store. You are now incredibly hungry, and the sun i starting to come up. You see a diner in the distance. Should you go there? Or should you try to hitch a ride to Arizona to find your friends?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Diner" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the diner, and the hostess takes one look at you and runs off screaming. Oh riiight! You're a wanted criminal!\n\nYou quickly leave before she calls the cops, but as you pass the garage behind the diner, you hear, \"Are you going to talk, or am I going to make you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check it out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the garage. Inside, only one lamp dimly illuminates the scene. Three tough-looking men are standing around a chair. Tied to the chair is a pretty young lady, covered in blood. Obviously these three men have been hitting her.\n\nYou decide to intervene. \"That's enough.\"\n\n\"Who's this clown! Who's he to tell us what to do? Get him!\" yells one of the men. They all advance on her.\n\nIf you have the right weapon, you may be able to handle these men easily. Otherwise, you have to fight them hand-to-hand. Luckily, you know judo. The first man attacks. Should you use an uppercut or a left cross?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uppercut" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hit the guy in the stomach with an uppercut, but it doesn't even phase him. He punches you in the face, then pulls out a gun and shoots you. You're dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the garage. Inside, only one lamp dimly illuminates the scene. Three tough-looking men are standing around a chair. Tied to the chair is a pretty young lady, covered in blood. Obviously these three men have been hitting her.\n\nYou decide to intervene. \"That's enough.\"\n\n\"Who's this clown! Who's he to tell us what to do? Get him!\" yells one of the men. They all advance on her.\n\nIf you have the right weapon, you may be able to handle these men easily. Otherwise, you have to fight them hand-to-hand. Luckily, you know judo. The first man attacks. Should you use an uppercut or a left cross?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left cross" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You deal the poor guy a left cross, and he staggers backwards, blood streaming from his face. Now the other two guys advance. Do you want to lift the first guy up and throw him into them, or knock their heads together like coconuts?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knocking heads" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab their heads and slam them together. They are both so dazed that you can now throw the other guy at them. All three are out cold! Yeah!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You free the girl" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you untie the girl from the chair. \"Thank you!\" she cries, sobbing happily. \"I thought they'd kill me.\"\n\nLater, while the two of you walk down the road, she tells her story: \"My father is a doctor who accidentally diagnosed someone recently with schizophrenia. He later realized the patient was not actually crazy, but that someone was trying to make it look like he was. Then he went to Arizona. I don't know why, he just did. Those goons kidnapped me yesterday and tried to make me tell them where he was, but I knew they would kill him, so I said nothing.\"\n\nAs you listen, you realize she must be talking about you. Should you tell her you were the patient her father diagnosed, or not?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You say, \"Hey! I WAS that patient!\"\n\nThe girl looks at you, open-mouthed. \"Oh, my God! We've got to get you to Arizona!\" She grabs your hand and pulls you to the highway. \"My name's Melissa, by the way!\"\n\nAfter several minutes, you are able to get a ride in a car. Several cars and one truck later, you are now both in Arizona." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I would just like to say now that the first part of the game is over. From this point on, the game gets REALLY serious. From this point on, new rules apply:\n\n1. Get as many weapons as you can. Every weapon makes an easy task out of something that would otherwise be hard or perplexing.\n\n2. Keep trying to use items. There are many opportunities to use items, some less obvious than others. Keep that in mind.\n\nNow, back to the game..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back to game..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Melissa stand in a street in Phoenix, Arizona. This was where your class was goign, and this is where Melissa says her father went. You're both sure that the answer to your troubles are here. Unfortunately, neither of you has any idea where to start.\n\nThe two of you have been sitting in a park for several hours. Finally, Melissa says, \"Let's split up, and find out anything we can. If we find nothing, at least we'll get a good feel for the city. We'll meet at that diner later.\" Here she points to a restaurant named Nordy's Food. Then she leaves.\n\nThere are now several places you could go: a church, an insurance company building, the library or the park. You could also meet Melissa at the diner, but first you should DEFINITELY check out the other places. Where do you go first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter church" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The church is kind of empty. Actually, it's very empty. Other than you, the only person in the church is the priest. He has his back to you now, praying. You could go over and talk to him, or you could check the aisles for cool stuff (you used to do that when you were little in your school auditorium!)." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to priest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slowly approach the priest. He turns around, and smiles in a friendly way when he sees you. \"Ah! Can I do anything for you, child?\" You describe your friends and ask him if he's seen them. He thinks to himself and says:\n\n\"Well, I have not seen anybody like that. I am truly sorry I could not be of help. That seems to be happening a lot lately. The other day a man came in here begging me to protect him. These strange men were trying to drag him into a car with the logo of the 'Orlcomp Insurance Company'. I did my best to stop them, but to no avail. They grabbed him and threw him in the car.\"\n\nYou thank the priest and walk way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Diner" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By now, it's getting pretty dark. You enter the diner, and see Melissa already sitting at a table. You join her. \"Well\", she says, \"I couldn't find anything. I did realize this will take a while, though, so I got us a room at a hotel.\"\n\nAfter eating, the two of you enter the hotel room. It's pretty classy: a TV, two king-size beds and one of those little refrigerators with candy and stuff. You begin to wonder, should you stay here, or should you leave and walk around some more, trying to find more clues?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The full moon hovers above as you walk across the street. You pause. Not much seems to be happening. You wonder if you should turn back...\n\nSuddenly, you hear the screech of motorcycles. It's those two thugs who attacked the bus! Frozen with shock, you watch as they dismount their motorcycles and enter the Orlcomp Insurace building! \"Quickly!\" one says, \"We've got to get that guy up on the top floor!\" As they enter, they don't notice you standing there. Well, they'll notice you soon enough. Time for a little payback!\n\nFirst, however, you've got to get up to the top floor. Unless you have some sort of apparatus to help you scale tall buildings, I suggest you run like hell after them!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well?? RUN!!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you sprint after them, but they are already halfway up the stairs. As you run up after them, you hear from the top of the stairs, \"Hey, Tony, we're being followed!\" They're on to you!\n\nThen you hear, \"Whoever he is, I'll fix him!\" You look up to see a hand grenade falling down towards you!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You swat it away" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you swat the grenade away. It blows up, destroying the staircase. You are buried beneath a ton of rubble. You dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you sprint after them, but they are already halfway up the stairs. As you run up after them, you hear from the top of the stairs, \"Hey, Tony, we're being followed!\" They're on to you!\n\nThen you hear, \"Whoever he is, I'll fix him!\" You look up to see a hand grenade falling down towards you!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You throw it out an open window" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you grab the grenade and throw it out a conveniently-placed open window. You hear a BOOOMM! outside. Safe!\n\nBut don't celebrate yet! You're not all the way up the stairs yet, and they've just thrown a smoke bomb down at you!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let it fall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to let it fall to the ground, and just run past it, which works pretty well.\n\nYou're at the top of the stairs now. Those two guys are eyeing you with rage. \"Back off punk!\" one of them shouts.\n\n\"Make me!\" you reply.\n\n\"All right!\" He comes at you, swinging." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kick him in the face" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You kick him, but he grabs you and throw you to the ground. You break your neck and die." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to let it fall to the ground, and just run past it, which works pretty well.\n\nYou're at the top of the stairs now. Those two guys are eyeing you with rage. \"Back off punk!\" one of them shouts.\n\n\"Make me!\" you reply.\n\n\"All right!\" He comes at you, swinging." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You punch him below the elbow" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You punch him just below the elbow, and he slumps to the floor! \"Uhhh, I'm temporarily paralyzed!\" He says.\n\nThe other guy, taking no chances, pulls out an uzi. Quick, what do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You directly punch his wrist" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You punch him in the wrist, his hand falls open, and he drops the uzi. You grab it and pistol whip him, the way he did it to you! Now, these two guys decide they've had enough. They run (the first one apparently overcame his temporary paralysis).\n\nYou're about to give chase when you hear a voice from the storage closet: \"Uhhhh, help me... please.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Help" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open the door, and sitting there in the broom closet, tied up, is your friend Kyle! \"Kyle!\" you scream, and run over to him, untying him. \"Oh, thank God!\" he syas, \"I thought you were dead!\"\n\n\"What happened?\" you ask.\n\n\"After they brought us off the bus, they marched all the way to Phoenix, Arizona. They locked everyone else up in a garage, but then their boss started talking to Lillian about something. I don't know what they were talking about, and I didn't get a good look at him, but she started crying, and he told those goons to make an example of me. So they brought me here, tied me up, and said they'd be back in three weeks to see if I was dead, and if I wasn't, they'd kill me.\"\n\n\"Do you know where the garage is?\" you ask. \"Sure,\" Kyle says, \"but I'm exhausted. Do you know someplace we could sleep tonight?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You ask him to lead you to the garage immediately" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He leads you to the garage. It's a long walk, but eventually, you reach a giant building. This building belongs to Orlcomp Insurance, just like that other one you saw. He leads you into the garage, where there are sveral cars that you immediately duck behind. Kyle points to a locked closet. \"Everyone's packed in there like sardines,\" he says, \"except for Lillian, she's over there.\" He points to a figure covered in a sheet, tied to a chair. Armed guards are everywhere, looking much like those guys who first attacked you on the bus. You decide to free Lillian first, because she's closer.\n\nYour first obstacle is an armed guard standing on the other side of the car you're both hiding behind. His back is turned, but he'd see you if you went around the car to attack him. Therefore, you'd have to use some sort of long range weapon, but if you don't have a small, silent one, you have to crawl under the car and attack from there" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You start crawling" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You crawl under the car. It's very low, so you can only reach the guard's feet. Or, you could try to pull that thing that looks like a tazer out of his hip holster, but he might see you. What do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to grab the tazer from his pocket and taze him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You reach up for his hip holster, but the object inside turns out to be... a glasses case. He sees you and fires. You're dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You crawl under the car. It's very low, so you can only reach the guard's feet. Or, you could try to pull that thing that looks like a tazer out of his hip holster, but he might see you. What do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You punch him in the base of the foot" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You nick the base of his foot, and he goes limp, temporarily paralyzed. Fortunately, he falls back against the car, so that it looks like he's still standing and other guards don't notice anything suspicious.\n\nQuickly, you dash as fast as you can to another car. You now have a clear path to Lillian, but there are two flights of stairs leading up to her: a left one and a right one. Guards are standing at either end, but you can't see how many. Either way, you'll have to pick one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Left" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you take the left staircase, but as you approach Lillian, you notice some other guards. They notice you, too, and spin around yelling, \"Freeze! Move a muscle and I will blow your head off!\"\n\nNot being stupid, you freeze. Now, the guard is advancing towards you, \"Well, lookee who we got here.\" he says, \"It's that kid who we sent to the loony bin to cover our tracks. And now here he is, all busted out. You know, there might be a reward for bringing him back alive...\"\n\nAll right, you can't just stand there any longer. What to do? They'll notice if you try to go for one of your weapons, especially if it isn't well disguised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to trick them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unfortunately, before you even see a word, they blow you away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you take the left staircase, but as you approach Lillian, you notice some other guards. They notice you, too, and spin around yelling, \"Freeze! Move a muscle and I will blow your head off!\"\n\nNot being stupid, you freeze. Now, the guard is advancing towards you, \"Well, lookee who we got here.\" he says, \"It's that kid who we sent to the loony bin to cover our tracks. And now here he is, all busted out. You know, there might be a reward for bringing him back alive...\"\n\nAll right, you can't just stand there any longer. What to do? They'll notice if you try to go for one of your weapons, especially if it isn't well disguised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You just lunge at them" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"YAAAHHH!\" Screaming like a banshee, you quickly jump forward in your Bruce Lee pose. WHAM! You knock them over like a line of bowling pins. Then, you notice one of them, apparently the leader, dropped a card key...\n\nThen, suddenly, more guards come rushing over! Your only choice is to jump behind a wall, or a car, and hide, then attack from the shadows!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hide, then attack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You peer out from behind the car/wall, and see the guards running towards you. This is it! You're going to get some answers!\n\nOne guard runs right past the wall/car, not even seeing you! He turns around and calls to his friends, \"No, he's not here!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You snap his neck, steal his gun and use his body as a shield" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you snap his neck, steal his gun, and grab his body! You emerge, uzi blazing, shooting up a whole string of guards. Their bullets are harmlessly absorbed by your chunky human shield.\n\nYour teeth are gnashing as you almost break your finger pressing against the trigger. Sweating, shaking with fury, you are an engine of destruction. An engine of vengeance. However, once your rage has been sated, there's not a guard left alive. You can't interrogate any of them. Oh, well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Free Lillian" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run over to Lillian and pull the sack off her. Her eyes widen when she sees you, and after you loosen her gag and untie her, she falls on the ground, muscles weak from exhaustion. She then stands up and hugs you, crying, \"Oh God! Thank you so much! I was so worried! I thought you were rotting in some asylum?\"\n\nYou suddenly push her away and eye her suspiciously. \"How do you know about that?\" you ask. \"You were being held by these guys.\"\n\nLillian starts to cry. \"It's all my fault!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You question her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How is it all your fault?\" you ask her.\n\nStill sobbing, she nods to the guards you've just killed and/or beaten up. \"They're my boyfriend's gang,\" she says, \"they're working for the Orlcomp Insurance Company. My boyfriend and I have been fighting a lot lately.\"\n\nThat's no surprise. Lillian's not known to keep the best company. She's sweet, but a little mixed up.\n\n\"The boss of Orlcomp had this secret formula that he wanted my boyfriend to take care of. It was still being tested for something. And I... I was upset at him, so I...I...\n\n\"You STOLE it?!\" you gasp.\n\nSobbing, she nods.\n\n\"So he sent my boyfriend's gang to go after us to go get it, and they couldn't find it when they lined us up, because I had hidden it.\"\n\nYou're about to ask where, when suddenly you realize. \"In ME?!\"\n\nShe nods again. \"Yeah. When I bought you that soda, I hid it in there, and it dissolved in it. That's how you survived the bus, I guess. It's supposed to make you immortal. They tried to make me tell you where it was, and I finally told them it was in your bloodstream, so they decided to make it sound like you were crazy so they could keep you in a place where they could study you, like a lab animal. They even relocated your family, so you could never find them...\"\n\nShe's crying like a stormcloud. \"I'm so sorry, I was just afraid because my boyfriend is a jerk and I pissed him off, so I messed up your life to save myself! I'm... I'm so sorry!\"\n\nGently, you take her in your arms. \"Don't worry, Lillian. It wasn't your fault; you just fell for the wrong guy, I'm going to get us all through this.\"\n\n\"How?\" she asks, eyes clearing. \"We have to prove you're not crazy and that my boyfriend and his boss are responsible for this.\"\n\nYou have to admit you don't know how to prove that. But you do know someone who does." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Final mission" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All right. You've got to find Melissa and her dad, who can help you prove that you're not insane. You have to find evidence incriminating the President of Orlcomp Insurance, and you have to find where your family is. According to Lillian, they've been moved to somewhere else in the country, and only the President knows for sure.\n\nYou, Kyle and Lillian release the rest of your friends and teahcers from the garage, and soon everyone is crying with happiness and thanking you and saying how worried they were about you. You're about to take them out of the garage when suddenly..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "WHAT?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ceiling above you explodes in a shower of cement. You jump aside just in time. You push Kyle and Lillian, screaming, \"Go! Go!\" Get everyone out of here!\" Somehow, you know this person's here for you.\n\nYour attacker's a tall thin man with a five o-clock shadow and a cowboy uniform. He's standing in front of a van, and holding a rocket launcher. He says, \"My name's Seargent Morton, although I'm not really a seargent. I'm the best bounty hunter there is, and I've been comissioned to bring you back to your asylum. Just come along easy, and there won't be any trouble.\"\n\nYou hesitate. He says, \"Look, don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you if you come along. Look, I'll even put down my rocket launcher if it'll make you feel better.\" He drops it to the ground.\n\nActually, you were just hesitating so that he'd do that. Now you meet on even terms. Actually, not really, since he has a sword, but maybe he won't use it. Too bad you can't have a good old fashioned swordfight with him..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You throw a handful of gravel in his eyes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since his rocket blast created a lot of gravel, you quickly scoop up some and throw it in his eyes. He screams, then suddenly pulls out some wierd liquid, sprays it in his eys, and opens them again. Good as new!\n\n\"Sorry to rain on your parade, boy! But people have tried things like that on me a million times.\" Suddenly, with the speed of a cheetah, he kicks you and you fly backwards, scraping your back on the ground. \"Ooff!\"\n\nYou don't move for several seconds because of the pain. Slowly, he approaches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You play possum: keep lying there until he's right near you" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, he approaches. Finally, when he's decided you're out cold, he reaches out to grab you.\n\n\"YAAAAHH!\" You spring up and grab his hand. You punch him, then kick him again, and finally, you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You headbutt him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab his head with both hands and bash it against yours. It worked! He's out cold!\n\nWell, you can't waste any more time around here. On to the Orlcomp building!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go there!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the Orlcomp Insurance building. It's the dead of night, so there's no secretary (you're kind of surprised the door is still open). Anyway, you enter the room past the waiting room and there you see three doors. The left one leads up the stairs to the storage closet, as you remember. Will you take the right door or the middle door?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The right door, unfortunately, is locked. There's a slot where a card key can be inserted to open the door. There's also a digital lock that says, \"To enter without card key, input password.\"\nWhat do you think the password is?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "666" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wrong code. Lights starts flashing, an alarm goes off and you're arrested. Soon you're back at the asylum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The right door, unfortunately, is locked. There's a slot where a card key can be inserted to open the door. There's also a digital lock that says, \"To enter without card key, input password.\"\nWhat do you think the password is?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "320" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wrong code. Lights starts flashing, an alarm goes off and you're arrested. Soon you're back at the asylum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The right door, unfortunately, is locked. There's a slot where a card key can be inserted to open the door. There's also a digital lock that says, \"To enter without card key, input password.\"\nWhat do you think the password is?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "318" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door opens up right away. Standing before you is an enormous mountain of file cabinets.\n\nYou pick the one that says, \"Operation Formula 45\". The payoff is amazing! It goes on and on about how Formula 45 is supposed to grant immortality and regenerative powers, and it talks all about how Lillian stole the formula and secretly injected it in you, and how you were framed for insanity. This is golden! The only thing it doesn't say is about where your family is now. Guess you'll have to beat that out of the weasel himself.\n\nBefore you leave this room to enter the middle door, you tried to remove the file, but it was nailed to the cabinet. You'd like to think you'll remember what it says, but your memory isn't that \"photographic.\" Oh well..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Middle door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open the middle door and step in. There's a large fat man sitting on a table in a tux. \"Hello, friend.\" he says, \"I've been expecting you. Sit down.\"" } ]

[ "Drama", "Female Protagonist", "Romance", "Serious" ]

[ 476, 286, 410, 473, 199, 82, 46, 93 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: love & dating\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Drama, Female Protagonist, Romance, Serious\nUse this as a starting point: You are a young woman whose betrothed has gone off to fight in the war. You dream of his return and pray for his safety every night. Before he left, you promised you would wait for him. But you begin to feel lonely. Now the question that eats away at you is not whether he is still alive or not, but whether you are willing to wait long enough to find out.\nNote: There are three possible endings, but a few different ways to reach them. This is also my first storygame, so constructive criticism is appreciated.\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My dear, you know if I could stay, I would. But they need me out there!\" Isaac, your betrothed, squeezes your hand gently as he tries to soothe you.\n\n\"But I need you too! I need you here with me!\" You scream at him, unwilling to accept that all too soon, he will be going off to fight in a war and may never return.\n\nIsaac strokes your cheek gently. \"My love. I will return. And when I do, we'll get married, just like we planned before all this started.\" He leans down and kisses your forehead gently. \"I love you.\"\n\nHe walks off toward the other soldiers. You're not quite sure if he hears you as you whisper your last words of parting to him.\n\n\"I'll wait for you...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sit up abruptly and pull your sheets securely around your chest. It was just another dream about Isaac's departure, you realize. You've been having a lot of those lately, even though it's been two months since he left. You haven't heard anything from him since about a week and a half after he arrived at his destination. It was nothing particularly heartwarming. Just a letter to say he was alive and would write soon. But he never did. He couldn't be dead, though, you think. Surely, someone would have informed you by now.\n\nSuddenly, you hear a knock at the door, interrupting your thoughts. You really don't feel like getting up. You didn't sleep well last night. On the other hand, it could be the mailman with a letter from Isaac." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You answer the door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is the mailman, you realize with excitement after opening the door! But he doesn't have a letter from Isaac. It's a letter from the man who runs the factory where Tyson, Isaac's younger brother, works. Tyson had apparently been injured while working the assembly line. He was badly hurt and had nowhere to go. So they were sending him to you. No questions asked. He needed to be taken care of, and you were the only likely candidate for the job. Real doctors were much to busy taking care of injured soldiers to devote their time to a young man who couldn't even fight their war.\n\nTyson had broken some bones in his right hand when he was fifteen, and because the injury was never treated, they did not heal properly, resulting in partial loss of the functions in his hand. Therefore, he was useless, except to sit in a factory all day, producing weapons.\n\nNo one ever let him forget how his injury affected his daily life and his ability to be useful. They would constantly make him miserable, taunting and teasing.\n\nBut not you. He saved your life. You never believed he was useless..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "5 Years Earlier..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were fourteen years old. It had already been a year since the accident when Tyson broke his hand, but he was still having trouble getting used to the fact that he didn't have full control over it.\n\nYou were walking along the beach one afternoon. You knew Tyson was at the top of a hill not far from the shore, watching you. There were signs of a storm coming in, but you didn't care. You wanted to be alone. You're father had just died, leaving you with only an aunt to take care of you.\n\nNaturally, you didn't notice (or maybe you just didn't care) when a huge wave came up the beach straight towards you. You had never been a strong swimmer, so when the wave dragged you into the raging ocean, you pretty much gave in.\n\nBut Tyson would not allow you to be stolen so easily. The next thing you knew, you were being carried out of the water in his strong, muscular arms. \"Stupid, stupid girl...\" He crooned gently as he stroked your hair. You weren't sure, but you thought he might've had tears in his eyes.\n\nHow do you thank someone for just saving your life?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kiss him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were so overcome with emotion, you barely had any time to think before you reached up and gently pulled his face towards yours. Your lips met tenderly, and a small gasp of surprise escaped his lips. But he recovered and realized what was happening. He kissed you with a gentleness you weren't certain you knew existed. He ran his fingers through your hair and whispered \"Stupid girl\" against your lips as he pulled away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Present Day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's not long before a few men arrive at your door, hauling the injured Tyson. You lead them into the house and to an empty guest room where they lay him out on the bed. As soon as they have him positioned comfortably, they are on their way.\n\nYou realize that Tyson is drifting in and out of a state of consciousness. You do everything your mother taught you to do when you were young to treat an injury like Tyson's. All that's left to do is wait.\n\nSo you hold his hand and sit patiently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "2 Hours Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where am I?\" Tyson's eyes are open, and he's looking around like a lost child.\n\n\"It's ok, Tyson. You're safe here with me.\" You gently stroke his hair as he takes in his surroundings.\n\n\"Did you save my life?\" He asks. You suppose he could've bled to death, but you weren't necessarily the one who saved him. \"Can I thank you for saving my life... like you thanked me?\"\n\nObviously a reference to the incident five years earlier. You two never talked about it - or the kiss - since it happened. But you were certain that's what he'd implied.\n\nHe wants to kiss you. Do you let him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's injured. You don't feel as if you can refuse him. So you nod your head and lean close.\n\nHe gently reaches towards you, even though he clearly has pain in his arm, and pulls your face the remaining distance so your lips meet. You realize this is the first time the two of you have kissed since that day.\n\nHis lips are warm and soft against yours, not tainted with seawater as they were last time. He strokes your cheek gently as his mouth refamiliarizes itself with yours.\n\nThen suddenly, you pull away as if remembering something. You're engaged to his brother. For all either of you know, he may not be alive. But you are his. And you wouldn't betray his brother... Would you?\n\n\"Thank you.\" He whispers softly, as he closes his eyes to rest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Tyson wakes up a few hours later, you sit next to his bed. You have prepared a meal for him, realizing he must be starving. He sits up carefully, wincing in pain as his injuries are once again agitated.\n\n\"Be careful.\" You say gently, resting your hand softly against his chest.\n\nHe looks up at you and sighs. He has an odd expression on his face, but you can't decide what he might be thinking about. \"Well, nurse,\" he says, his expression returning back to normal, \"I hate to be a bother, but I'm really rather famished.\"\n\n\"Right. Here you go.\" You lift the plate out towards him, and he struggles to obtain it, his injuries obviously causing him extreme discomfort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Offer to feed him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His pain is too much for you to bear. Your hand instantly retracts, removing the dish from Tyson's reach. A distraught look quickly spreads upon his face. \"Why?\" He asks pathetically.\n\nYou shake your head. \"I'm going to feed you. Whether you want me to or not. I can't stand seeing you grimace every time you move. So I'll do it.\"\n\nYou receive a look of shock in response. Possibly from the fact that you're treating him like a baby, or maybe just because of your extreme air of authority. But he doesn't object.\n\nYou scoop manageable bites into his mouth as he lays there helplessly. Every now and then, between bites, he'll send a small smile your way. Probably his less embarrassing way of thanking you for playing the role of his mother.\n\nAfter you've fed him the last of his meal, you stand to go wash his dishes. But before you have time to make it a step away from Tyson's bed, he snatches your hand and sends an audible groan of agony through the room.\n\nHe had his purpose in mind, however, so as you stand there with a worried look on your face, he draws your hand towards his lips and plants a delicate kiss on your wrist. \"Thank you.\" He whispers for the second time that day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tyson's Progress" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's been several weeks since you've taken Tyson into your home. You realize you enjoy his company, not having previously noticed just how lonely you were. He seems to be getting much stronger, though he still hasn't left his bed a single time.\n\nOne afternoon, you enter Tyson's room to check on him. You see him struggling to stand on his own. When it appears that he's about to topple over, you rush to his side to support him. However, rather than accepting your assistance, he gently shoos you away. \"No. I have to do this on my own.\" He says with determination. Then he adds more softly, \"I can't always have you all to myself.\"\n\nYou stand back and give him space. He has trouble at first getting readjusted to the use of his legs. He still has some residual discomfort, but most of his pain is gone. Soon, he's walking about the whole room on his own.\n\n\"I want to go for a walk with you. Get some fresh air, see the sky. It'll be good for me, I think.\" He looks at you hopefully.\n\nShould you go and risk his injury, or tell him to wait till he's fully recovered?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for a walk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You carefully lead Tyson out of the house. He blinks a few times, his eyes readjusting to the bright sun he hasn't seen in forever. \"Where to?\" You ask.\n\nTyson thinks silently for a moment, then turns to you with a grin. \"I think I know just the place.\" He takes your small, soft hand in his firm, yet gentle, grasp.\n\nThe two of you walk in comfortable silence for a while until you realize where he's leading you. Just below the hill where the two of you now stand, you can see the beach. Not just any beach. The beach where Tyson saved your life five years ago.\n\nHe leads you down the hill, then turns to you with a bashful expression. \"I figured now was as good a time as any to talk about what happened that day.\" He presses your hand firmly over his heart. \"You must know I had certain... feelings for you. I don't honestly know that I would've jumped in a raging ocean for just anyone.\"\n\nYou feel a wave of heat cross your face. You suppose you probably had figured that out by now, you just never wanted to consider the implications of what had occurred that day. Even back then, it was a known fact that Isaac had claimed you. You begin to wonder if you ever gave Tyson a fair chance.\n\n\"I'm not asking you to come out and say you've always secretly been in love with me. But... I do hope that maybe you'll start to consider - truly consider - how you feel about me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time Goes By..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Tyson spend much time together as the days pass. It soon becomes evident that he must leave soon, as he is almost fully healed. You realize that this thought suddenly makes you feel sad and lonely.\n\nOne night, you enter Tyson's room to check on him. He had recently been having trouble sleeping, so it became your nightly ritual to hold his hand and tell him stories until he fell asleep.\n\nWhen you reach his bedside, you see Tyson looking up at you in the dim light, a sad expression on his face.\n\nA wave of concern washes over you. You sit on the edge of his bed and reach for his hand. \"What's wrong?\" You ask.\n\n\"I just... I love you so much!\" He squeezes your hand to convey the urgency of this revelation. \"I want you, all to myself, for the rest of my life. It's not fair that he's so lucky!\"\n\nYou are shocked by his outburst. His proclamation of love was the last thing you expected. You sat in silence, unsure how to respond.\n\n\"Well? Say something!\" You hear the overwhelming desire in his voice as he demands a response. \"I need to know. Please. Do you love me? Could you ever learn to love me?\"\n\nHow do you respond?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I do love you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you really?\" With the aid of the moonlight streaming in through the window, you are able to see a smile quickly spread across Tyson's face. \"Oh, my love!\" He pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours. You feel a wave of heat wash through you as he run his hands through your hair.\n\nYou realize this is the first time he's ever kissed you without that gentleness he usually treats you with. He has replaced that gentleness with a hunger and passion that you find alarming, yet alluring.\n\nTyson gently eases you down on his bed and pins you beneath him. He sends fiery trails of kisses up and down your neck, along your jaw, and returns to your mouth, uttering vows of love against your lips. He breathes heavily as he runs his hands over your body and continues kissing you as if the world will end tomorrow. \"My love... oh, how I've wanted you for so long!\"\n\nBy the early morning, you realize two things: First, you have just given yourself to Tyson. And second, you broke your promise to Isaac..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Dilemma" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It has been three months since you and Tyson consummated your love for each other. You realize that there is no way to hide your affair from Isaac, if he returns.\n\nYou are pregnant.\n\nTyson returned to the factory two short weeks after your night of bliss. You haven't seen him since, but he's always sending flowers and writing to you. In his last letter, he informed you that he would be visiting in a week.\n\nHe doesn't know you're pregnant yet, but you plan on telling him when he arrives.\n\nYou spend the week preparing for his arrival. On the day of his arrival, you hear a knock at the door. You rush to the door, expecting to find Tyson. Instead, you are greeted by the mailman.\n\nIt is a letter from Isaac. He is coming home in three days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Decision" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The instant Tyson sees you, he notices two things: First, he notices the bulge your stomach has begun to form. He is delighted at the implication that he will soon be a father. Second, he notices the look of distress on your face.\n\n\"My dear, what's wrong?\" He asks, pulling you close with one hand. His free hand he gently rests on your stomach, right over the spot where his child resides.\n\nYou quickly explain to him about Isaac's letter. His reaction is some strange mixture of loathing and triumph. He couldn't stand the fact that, only months ago, you had come close to marrying his brother. But now, you were his. That is what you read on his face.\n\nHis response was calm, however. \"It seems to me we really only have two options.\" He states matter-of-factly. \"Either we stay here in hopes of reconciling with Isaac, or we run. Stay away for a few years. Long enough for him to get over losing you. We leave him a letter informing him of us, but don't tell him where we'll go. It's up to you, though.\"\n\nWhat will you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Stay" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell Tyson you think it would be best to try and reconcile with Isaac. Tyson agrees to stay with you to await Isaac's arrival.\n\nDuring the few days you two have alone before Isaac's arrival, you dreamily discuss the sort of life you will have together with your child. Tyson is constantly sneaking glances at your stomach, giddy with excitement of your child's arrival.\n\nThe moments you don't spend discussing your future, you spend with Tyson's lips pressed passionately against your skin.\n\nBut all too soon, Isaac arrives..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Isaac's Arrival" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It doesn't take long for Isaac to guess at your current relationship. Between the less than enthusiastic greeting he received, and the fact that you're obviously pregnant, he knows he's been betrayed.\n\n\"You! You traitor! How the hell could you do this to me?! How could you do this...\" He gestures at your stomach. \"...to her?!\" His rage has caused his face to turn bright red. \"You've made her into your plaything! She's no better than your common whore! My love, you've stolen her and her innocence!\"\n\n\"Isaac, you can't always get everything you want! But then, you've never been good at sharing...\" Tyson is clearly angered by Isaac's accusations and insults towards you. He shows remarkable restraint.\n\n\"No. No, I haven't. But... If I can't get what I want, then neither should you!\" He draws his handgun from his pocket. Of course he would be in possession of a gun. He just returned from war!\n\nWith barely so much as the blink of an eye, he snaps his gun towards Tyson.\n\nYou know how this will end.\n\nWithout thinking, you position yourself in front of Tyson right before the bullet reaches him. Instead, it plants itself firmly in your pregnant body. You fall backwards and are caught in Tyson's arms. He screams profanities at Isaac.\n\n\"Stupid, stupid girl...\" He says, stroking your hair, tears streaming down his face. He leans down and sends a gentle shower of kisses down upon your forehead. \"My love... My stupid girl...\"\n\nYou take another ragged breath. You cup his face gently in your hands.\n\n\"Now we're even...\" You whisper softly, before fading away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The instant Tyson sees you, he notices two things: First, he notices the bulge your stomach has begun to form. He is delighted at the implication that he will soon be a father. Second, he notices the look of distress on your face.\n\n\"My dear, what's wrong?\" He asks, pulling you close with one hand. His free hand he gently rests on your stomach, right over the spot where his child resides.\n\nYou quickly explain to him about Isaac's letter. His reaction is some strange mixture of loathing and triumph. He couldn't stand the fact that, only months ago, you had come close to marrying his brother. But now, you were his. That is what you read on his face.\n\nHis response was calm, however. \"It seems to me we really only have two options.\" He states matter-of-factly. \"Either we stay here in hopes of reconciling with Isaac, or we run. Stay away for a few years. Long enough for him to get over losing you. We leave him a letter informing him of us, but don't tell him where we'll go. It's up to you, though.\"\n\nWhat will you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Run" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Tyson decide that the best option is to run. You take your most important possessions with you and leave a long letter of apology for Isaac.\n\nYou and Tyson are married not long after your departure. For months, you constantly wonder how Isaac is. You don't regret choosing Tyson. No, you love Tyson. You only wish you hadn't been forced to hurt Isaac in the process.\n\nJust as you are settling into a comfortable routine with Tyson, you receive terrible news.\n\nIsaac has killed himself.\n\nYou don't question his motive. You know, without a doubt, it was because of you. Because he loved you. Because, not only did you betray him, but his brother betrayed him as well. You mourn his death for the months that lead up to the birth of Tyson's and your child. The baby is a healthy and handsome boy.\n\nYou and Tyson decide to name him \"Isaac.\"\n\nYou and Tyson have two more children several years later. Another son, Bryce, and a daughter, Lila.\n\nYou and Tyson live happily together for many years. And every night before bed, he kisses you softly and whispers in your ear, \"Thank you.\" And you know exactly what he means. Thank you for looking past the partial disability in his hand. Thank you for taking care of him when he was injured. Thank you for confessing your love that day, so many years ago.\n\nBut most of all he was saying \"Thank you for giving me so many years of happiness and a beautiful family.\" Or, put more simply, he meant: \"I love you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Tyson spend much time together as the days pass. It soon becomes evident that he must leave soon, as he is almost fully healed. You realize that this thought suddenly makes you feel sad and lonely.\n\nOne night, you enter Tyson's room to check on him. He had recently been having trouble sleeping, so it became your nightly ritual to hold his hand and tell him stories until he fell asleep.\n\nWhen you reach his bedside, you see Tyson looking up at you in the dim light, a sad expression on his face.\n\nA wave of concern washes over you. You sit on the edge of his bed and reach for his hand. \"What's wrong?\" You ask.\n\n\"I just... I love you so much!\" He squeezes your hand to convey the urgency of this revelation. \"I want you, all to myself, for the rest of my life. It's not fair that he's so lucky!\"\n\nYou are shocked by his outburst. His proclamation of love was the last thing you expected. You sat in silence, unsure how to respond.\n\n\"Well? Say something!\" You hear the overwhelming desire in his voice as he demands a response. \"I need to know. Please. Do you love me? Could you ever learn to love me?\"\n\nHow do you respond?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I don't love you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course not! I've been a fool to even think I could win your heart. It was always Isaac. He was older. He was stronger. His hands were undamaged. He was going places! How could you ever love me?\" Tyson looks away, hurt and anger spreading on his face.\n\n\"Tyson, no. It's not like that at all! I just...\" You're at a loss for words.\n\n\"You just what? Tell me! Please! I'd love to know!\"\n\n\"I don't know, ok? I don't know...\" You're starting to tremble.\n\nTyson notices your trembling. His voice becomes gentler. \"Kiss me. Really kiss me and tell me you don't love me.\" He quickly leans toward you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you up against him. He covers your mouth with his and kisses you hungrily. His fingers trail up and down your body. His mouth never stops. His lips are on your neck, trailing along your jaw, and back on your mouth.\n\nAs if suddenly realizing he needs to breathe, he stops, still holding you, and comes up for air. \"Do you love me yet?\" He breathes heavily.\n\nThat's when you know your answer, once and for all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I'm sorry, I can't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tyson's face suddenly draws a blank expression. He had expected this response, but he was obviously hoping you'd changed your mind. He gently pushes you away. \"Please. Leave.\" His voice cracks.\n\nYour heart breaks seeing him this way. \"Tyson, I-\" He cuts you off.\n\n\"No. I don't want to hear it. Just go!\" His voice rises.\n\nWhen you wake the next morning, you realize Tyson is gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One Year Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Isaac had returned from the war three months after that night when you refused Tyson. You and Isaac were married in a simple ceremony.\n\nYou were glad you decided to wait for Isaac. You loved him dearly, and it seemed as if not seeing you for so long had made him somehow more affectionate.\n\nYou were, however, sorry for the pain you caused Tyson. By this time, Tyson had become an infamous drunk. He was known for taking many women into his home constantly. More interesting was the fact that it was noted that he preferred a certain type of woman's company. And when this type of woman was described to you, the description sounded remarkably like you.\n\nYou were certain it wasn't a coincidence.\n\nYou and Isaac were soon expecting your first child. Isaac was out working one day. That's when the contractions started. You needed someone - anyone - there with you.\n\nAnd that's when he showed up. Tyson. You looked at him with utter surprise and disbelief evident on your face.\n\n\"I'll always be here for you.\" That was all he said. That was all he needed to say.\n\nBy the time Isaac got home, Tyson was long gone. In his place was a beautiful baby girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course not! I've been a fool to even think I could win your heart. It was always Isaac. He was older. He was stronger. His hands were undamaged. He was going places! How could you ever love me?\" Tyson looks away, hurt and anger spreading on his face.\n\n\"Tyson, no. It's not like that at all! I just...\" You're at a loss for words.\n\n\"You just what? Tell me! Please! I'd love to know!\"\n\n\"I don't know, ok? I don't know...\" You're starting to tremble.\n\nTyson notices your trembling. His voice becomes gentler. \"Kiss me. Really kiss me and tell me you don't love me.\" He quickly leans toward you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you up against him. He covers your mouth with his and kisses you hungrily. His fingers trail up and down your body. His mouth never stops. His lips are on your neck, trailing along your jaw, and back on your mouth.\n\nAs if suddenly realizing he needs to breathe, he stops, still holding you, and comes up for air. \"Do you love me yet?\" He breathes heavily.\n\nThat's when you know your answer, once and for all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I think I always have.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tyson smiles, his eyes shimmering in the moonlight streaming in through the window. \"I hoped so! Oh, my love!\"\n\nHe recovers instantly from his previous lack of breath. He instantly begins trailing kisses along every inch of your exposed flesh. His hands are restless. He wants more.\n\nYou suddenly realize you are willing to let him have more. He can have all of you, if that's what he wants.\n\n\"Do you want me?\" Your whispers are intoxicating.\n\nTyson nods his head, breathing raggedly against your skin.\n\nIt is well into the morning when you realize you have just broken your promise to Isaac." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Dilemma" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It has been three months since you and Tyson consummated your love for each other. You realize that there is no way to hide your affair from Isaac, if he returns.\n\nYou are pregnant.\n\nTyson returned to the factory two short weeks after your night of bliss. You haven't seen him since, but he's always sending flowers and writing to you. In his last letter, he informed you that he would be visiting in a week.\n\nHe doesn't know you're pregnant yet, but you plan on telling him when he arrives.\n\nYou spend the week preparing for his arrival. On the day of his arrival, you hear a knock at the door. You rush to the door, expecting to find Tyson. Instead, you are greeted by the mailman.\n\nIt is a letter from Isaac. He is coming home in three days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's been several weeks since you've taken Tyson into your home. You realize you enjoy his company, not having previously noticed just how lonely you were. He seems to be getting much stronger, though he still hasn't left his bed a single time.\n\nOne afternoon, you enter Tyson's room to check on him. You see him struggling to stand on his own. When it appears that he's about to topple over, you rush to his side to support him. However, rather than accepting your assistance, he gently shoos you away. \"No. I have to do this on my own.\" He says with determination. Then he adds more softly, \"I can't always have you all to myself.\"\n\nYou stand back and give him space. He has trouble at first getting readjusted to the use of his legs. He still has some residual discomfort, but most of his pain is gone. Soon, he's walking about the whole room on his own.\n\n\"I want to go for a walk with you. Get some fresh air, see the sky. It'll be good for me, I think.\" He looks at you hopefully.\n\nShould you go and risk his injury, or tell him to wait till he's fully recovered?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay inside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tyson, dear, I think that's a bad idea. I don't want you to get hurt. You're not strong enough to walk such great distances yet.\" You don't want to risk Tyson getting hurt all over again. You just hope he doesn't think you're being too controlling.\n\nTyson tries desperately to stifle a grin. \"You do care about me, don't you?\"\n\nYou blush fiercely. \"Well, of course. I've known you for as long as I can remember. Why wouldn't I care about my friend?\"\n\n\"Oh, is that all? Are you sure I'm just a friend? You've never once wondered what it would be like to spend the night with me?\" He asks in a seductive tone. He winks at you and steps closer.\n\nYou're blushing again. It's rather obvious. Tyson laughs and moves back a step. \"You're so cute when you're embarrassed.\" He says smiling. Then his expression turns serious. \"I'm not going to lie, though. I've wondered...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time Goes By..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Tyson spend much time together as the days pass. It soon becomes evident that he must leave soon, as he is almost fully healed. You realize that this thought suddenly makes you feel sad and lonely.\n\nOne night, you enter Tyson's room to check on him. He had recently been having trouble sleeping, so it became your nightly ritual to hold his hand and tell him stories until he fell asleep.\n\nWhen you reach his bedside, you see Tyson looking up at you in the dim light, a sad expression on his face.\n\nA wave of concern washes over you. You sit on the edge of his bed and reach for his hand. \"What's wrong?\" You ask.\n\n\"I just... I love you so much!\" He squeezes your hand to convey the urgency of this revelation. \"I want you, all to myself, for the rest of my life. It's not fair that he's so lucky!\"\n\nYou are shocked by his outburst. His proclamation of love was the last thing you expected. You sat in silence, unsure how to respond.\n\n\"Well? Say something!\" You hear the overwhelming desire in his voice as he demands a response. \"I need to know. Please. Do you love me? Could you ever learn to love me?\"\n\nHow do you respond?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Tyson wakes up a few hours later, you sit next to his bed. You have prepared a meal for him, realizing he must be starving. He sits up carefully, wincing in pain as his injuries are once again agitated.\n\n\"Be careful.\" You say gently, resting your hand softly against his chest.\n\nHe looks up at you and sighs. He has an odd expression on his face, but you can't decide what he might be thinking about. \"Well, nurse,\" he says, his expression returning back to normal, \"I hate to be a bother, but I'm really rather famished.\"\n\n\"Right. Here you go.\" You lift the plate out towards him, and he struggles to obtain it, his injuries obviously causing him extreme discomfort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You watch in silence" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You watch as Tyson struggles to position himself to eat. He makes slow progress in trying to feed himself. Every movement causes a flash of pain to course through him.\n\nYou would do anything to alleviate his pain, however, you don't want him getting the wrong idea. So instead, you wince as you watch him suffer.\n\nWhen he's finally finished, he looks at you pathetically. \"You are a wonderful cook. I only wish I could've enjoyed your meal under more favorable circumstances.\"\n\n\"I'm so sorry! You look miserable!\" You whine sadly.\n\n\"No, no, darling. It's alright, really. I'm going to be honest. I don't mind it so much.\" He reaches out to take your hand and groans in pain. \"I don't mind because I get to be with you.\" He gently kisses your wrist.\n\nYou have difficulty suppressing a smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tyson's Progress" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's been several weeks since you've taken Tyson into your home. You realize you enjoy his company, not having previously noticed just how lonely you were. He seems to be getting much stronger, though he still hasn't left his bed a single time.\n\nOne afternoon, you enter Tyson's room to check on him. You see him struggling to stand on his own. When it appears that he's about to topple over, you rush to his side to support him. However, rather than accepting your assistance, he gently shoos you away. \"No. I have to do this on my own.\" He says with determination. Then he adds more softly, \"I can't always have you all to myself.\"\n\nYou stand back and give him space. He has trouble at first getting readjusted to the use of his legs. He still has some residual discomfort, but most of his pain is gone. Soon, he's walking about the whole room on his own.\n\n\"I want to go for a walk with you. Get some fresh air, see the sky. It'll be good for me, I think.\" He looks at you hopefully.\n\nShould you go and risk his injury, or tell him to wait till he's fully recovered?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where am I?\" Tyson's eyes are open, and he's looking around like a lost child.\n\n\"It's ok, Tyson. You're safe here with me.\" You gently stroke his hair as he takes in his surroundings.\n\n\"Did you save my life?\" He asks. You suppose he could've bled to death, but you weren't necessarily the one who saved him. \"Can I thank you for saving my life... like you thanked me?\"\n\nObviously a reference to the incident five years earlier. You two never talked about it - or the kiss - since it happened. But you were certain that's what he'd implied.\n\nHe wants to kiss you. Do you let him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tyson... I'm sorry. We shouldn't. Isaac...\" You trail off.\n\n\"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I just... I've been wanting to kiss you again so badly ever since that day. But you were always his, weren't you?\" He looks away sadly.\n\n\"Tyson...\" You reach for his hand, but he pulls away.\n\n\"No, it's ok. I'm fine with it. I'm sure you two will be very happy once Isaac gets back. You'll get married, have his children, grow old together... But. Remember what I said, ok? Because I meant it. I'll always be there for you, even if you don't want me.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" You whisper as you rise to leave. \"Get some rest, alright?\"" } ]

[ "Edgelord", "Horror", "Humor", "Romance", "Villain Protagonist" ]

[ 637, 125, 209, 206, 137, 62, 78, 343 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: horror\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Edgelord, Horror, Humor, Romance, Villain Protagonist\nUse this as a starting point: Underneath the sickness there's love...\nAdditional Notes:\nWARNING!\nThis story contains a lot of graphic content, if you are offended by ultra violence, explicit sexual descriptions, tons of swearing, blasphemy, inappropriate dark humor, and brutal misanthropy in general then DO NOT read this story!Of course now that I've mentioned all the things it contains, you'll probably read it anyway, you sick little monkey. Well don't complain if you get offended, I did warn you and keep in mind it IS only a story.\nThis also isn't really a \"win/lose\" type story. While there are some endings better than others, this is basically just a tale about a very twisted man and his very twisted lifestyle.\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR GODDAMN SCREAMING YOU BITCH! I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!\" you yell at the woman strapped to the table.\n\nNormally you don't mind the screaming, indeed it can even bring a smile to your face, but right now you're trying to write a love poem to your sister and it's very difficult to focus when someone's screaming for help. You have no idea why either, it should be painfully obvious to her by now that nobody's going to come in to play white knight.\n\n\"Alright I can't take this anymore. Some people are so inconsiderate!\" you say taking your scalpel and turning on your camcorder on the tripod. \"Subject number: 483, proceeding to dissect vocal cords.\"\n\nWith a couple of quick flicks of your wrist and cuts with your scalpel and it's done. No more screaming. As you sew her throat back up, you giggle a bit since your patient looks a little funny attempting to scream, but nothing coming out. You remember back in the old days you didn't have such skill and you resorted to cutting out their tongues. Very messy! But medical school paid off eventually. Sometimes you can forgive ol' Mom for pushing you into becoming a doctor, when she wasn't beating you with a ballpeen hammer that is.\n\nNow back to the matter at hand, your love poem to your beautiful sister. Your anniversary is coming up and Hallmark just doesn't make cards for this occasion. Ah, just thinking about her gives you a big pink boner. You begin to grab yourself in a naughty way.\n\nFuck! There's the doorbell! It's probably those fucking Mormons again!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You answer the door naked with a human vagina on your face!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well whoever it is you got something that'll make them think about ringing the doorbell again! You take off all your clothes and grab your rusty chainsaw. You answer the door to a cute little girl scout. Due to your outlandish appearance she doesn't even have time scream before you take your rusty chainsaw and chop her head clean off causing the neck to spurt blood like a geyser. You take the vagina off your face and begin to do the \"Mexican Hat Dance\" around the body (that's surprisingly still standing) as the blood squirts all over you.\n\nYou my friend are one sick fuck!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You drink the blood to give you power!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin to drink the blood like a water fountain, just then the mail man sees you, and he immediately pulls out a gun from his mail bag!\n\n\"Hold it right there you crazy motherfucker!\"\n\nYou don't even bat an eye, you just whistle, at which point your two pit bulls, Lucifer and Damien come running out from around the house and attack the mailman before he even gets a shot off. The dogs proceed to rip open his stomach and run off with part of his intestines, as the mail man gasps for help; you grab the axe by your front door and cut off each limb as the life flows out of his body.\n\nWhile this is all good fun for you, you suddenly remember you're supposed to be writing your love poem to your sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wallow in your sick violent endeavors" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You drag the corpses of the mailman and Girl Scout into the house and put some clothes on. You play with the bodies for a bit, putting them in obscene poses, when you kind of realize you REALLY should be writing that poem for sis. Then you get a cunning plan!\n\nYou take the mailman's remaining entrails and begin to decorate the front room with them like crepe paper! You then rip a bone out of his rib cage and dip it into the blood and begin to write poetry on a blank wall of your house. Oh won't she be so thrilled to see the effort you put into showing how much you love her!\n\n\"Hmmm, what rhymes with decapitate?\" you think.\n\nSuddenly you hear some noise coming from the kitchen. Damn! It's that teenage girl you captured along side the road, you thought you had her firmly tied in the attic, and you thought cutting her tendons would prevent any escape attempts. As she's trying to crawl out the back door, you grab a mallet and smash it into her spine, shattering it! She howls in pain, at which point you take a fillet knife and begin to skin her alive, finally after about a half hour of this you get tired of her screaming and take a mallet and smash her so hard in the back of the skull that the mallet goes straight through where upon her brains come oozing out. Hmmmmm tasty!\n\nWell you wasted a bunch of time and never finished your poem. Your sister just pulled up in the drive way and you've got bodies in the hallway, a body in the kitchen, entrails on the walls and blood all over the place.\n\nShe's not going to be pleased about this mess you've made.\n\nHow do you want to handle this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to make up an excuse" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly wash your hands and try to think up an excuse, but there just simply isn't time, when sis comes in, you just come off sounding like your retarded cousin Billy.\n\n\"Um…hey sis, I uh…did you see the poem I wrote on the wall? I know it's not finished, but uh…\"\n\nYour stuttering excuses are not well received.\n\n\"Goddammit! Y'know I don't expect much from you, but it's our fucking anniversary today and you can't do ONE nice thing for me? What the fuck, you leave bodies in the hallway for me to clean up and blood all over the fucking place? And what's dinner doing on the fucking kitchen floor? I told you a hundred times USE THE FUCKING TABLE! Christ, we're not fucking animals!\"\n\"But baby, she almost escaped, I had to…\"\n\"I don't want to hear it! I've had a hard day, but do you care? No, you all you think about is yourself! Shit, you're like a fucking child sometimes! I'm going to sleep. And I mean SLEEP! You come sniffing for a little something in the bedroom tonight and you'll have to use a strap on in order to fuck me in the future!\" and with that warning she storms upstairs and you hear a door slam.\n\nOuch. You really screwed the pooch on this one. Better stay out of her way for a little while. You quietly return to the basement and find that your patient has died. Apparently, you didn't sew that incision up as good as you thought and while she was still attempting to move her throat to scream, she split the stitches and bled out. Wonderful, now you'll have to get another live subject. Still, no sense in wasting a perfectly good body.\n\nYou fuck the corpse, but it just isn't the same as fucking your sister, she's so much livelier. After you finish up, you decide to go get that live subject. You spend the rest of the night driving around in your car attempting to pick up a hooker. Strangely the streets are devoid of them tonight. Typical, Never a hooker around when you need one. Finally you strike lucky and one comes up to your car.\n\n\"You lonely honey? I bet I can put a smile on your face.\" she asks.\n\"I bet you can. I bet you can…\" You say with a sinister smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You drag the corpses of the mailman and Girl Scout into the house and put some clothes on. You play with the bodies for a bit, putting them in obscene poses, when you kind of realize you REALLY should be writing that poem for sis. Then you get a cunning plan!\n\nYou take the mailman's remaining entrails and begin to decorate the front room with them like crepe paper! You then rip a bone out of his rib cage and dip it into the blood and begin to write poetry on a blank wall of your house. Oh won't she be so thrilled to see the effort you put into showing how much you love her!\n\n\"Hmmm, what rhymes with decapitate?\" you think.\n\nSuddenly you hear some noise coming from the kitchen. Damn! It's that teenage girl you captured along side the road, you thought you had her firmly tied in the attic, and you thought cutting her tendons would prevent any escape attempts. As she's trying to crawl out the back door, you grab a mallet and smash it into her spine, shattering it! She howls in pain, at which point you take a fillet knife and begin to skin her alive, finally after about a half hour of this you get tired of her screaming and take a mallet and smash her so hard in the back of the skull that the mallet goes straight through where upon her brains come oozing out. Hmmmmm tasty!\n\nWell you wasted a bunch of time and never finished your poem. Your sister just pulled up in the drive way and you've got bodies in the hallway, a body in the kitchen, entrails on the walls and blood all over the place.\n\nShe's not going to be pleased about this mess you've made.\n\nHow do you want to handle this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You act like nothing happened" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to act nonchalant and cool. You grab the girl you were skinning and throw her on the table and continue to cut her up like you're cooking dinner.\n\nSis comes in.\n\n\"Hi honey! How was your day today?\" you ask cheerfully.\n\"Ugh, I don't want to talk about it! Is that our mail man?\"\n\"Yeah, had to do it, he pulled a gun on me.\" You answer.\n\"Are you alright?\"\n\"Oh I'm fine, don't worry about it.\"\n\"Is that what we're having for dinner?\" your sister asks pointing at the girl on the table.\n\"Yeah, sorry about not having it ready yet, but as you can see I had a lot of visitors today.\"\n\"Hm. Well I'm tired anyway. I'm going to bed for a little while. I trust you'll keep dinner warm. And as much as I adore the thought you put into the entrail decorations I trust that it, and the mess you left in the hallway will be cleaned up.\"\n\"Of course sweetheart.\"\n\nYou kiss her before she heads upstairs, but before you pat yourself on the back too much, you hear her yell one last thing at you.\n\"And if you're going to write me a poem, use a fucking pen and paper! Don't ruin the goddamn walls!\"\n\"Will do dear! Sorry!\" you say.\n\nWell it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Of course now you've got a lot of work ahead of you. You were hoping for a little action tonight, it being your anniversary and all, but instead you spend the rest of the day and part of the night preparing dinner and cleaning up your mess. By the time you're finished, you're very tired and rest on the couch eating some dinner while watching the history channel. Sis comes down at this point stating that something smells good, but you've already fallen asleep, with a bit of brains hanging from your mouth as you snore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin to drink the blood like a water fountain, just then the mail man sees you, and he immediately pulls out a gun from his mail bag!\n\n\"Hold it right there you crazy motherfucker!\"\n\nYou don't even bat an eye, you just whistle, at which point your two pit bulls, Lucifer and Damien come running out from around the house and attack the mailman before he even gets a shot off. The dogs proceed to rip open his stomach and run off with part of his intestines, as the mail man gasps for help; you grab the axe by your front door and cut off each limb as the life flows out of his body.\n\nWhile this is all good fun for you, you suddenly remember you're supposed to be writing your love poem to your sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get back to your sick romantic endeavors" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No more time to play around, sis will be home soon! You drag the bodies in the house and into the basement where you put them aside for later use. You put your clothes back on and check on your patient who is now unconscious. Good, you now have peace to work on your poem.\n\nYou begin to put your feelings to paper as quickly as you can. As you write you think it's curious how you can easily write nice things about her. You have don't really have good feelings at all towards most people; all you have is distain, and a wish to hurt them badly.\nIt's basically as if you save all your pleasantness for her and why not? She's the only one who's ever stood by you. Right from the beginning…\n\nYou remember when you made your first kill, back in high school. You killed your so called best friend Johnny because he was annoying you and being unbelievably stupid. You two were in your room arguing over music. He claimed that Poison was the best band in the world, and you were insisting that Motely Crue was the best band in world! Then you he called you a faggot for liking them and then you ended up taking a straight razor that you'd been using on a cat the day before, and slashed him across the goddamn eyes! As he was screaming you turned up \"Dr. Feelgood\" really loud to drown it out and started to carve his face off! Naturally this noise attracted your sister who was in the house trying to study and she came in to tell you to turn it down. You can only imagine that you looked like a deer in the headlights when she opened the door to find you butchering your best friend, but she didn't run, scream or even ask why you did it; she just said you needed to get rid of the body before mom got home. You and her dug a hole in the back yard and did a little cleaning and that was the end of it. As you dumped Johnny's mutilated carcass into the hole together, that's when you knew you found your soul mate. You can't imagine life without her.\n\nAs you think about these things, you remember something else.\n\n\"Wait a minute, why the hell was I defending Motley Crue so much? I listened more to AC/DC…. oh well, he was still pissing me off.\"\n\nYou just finish up your poem as you hear sis come in the front door upstairs, now to present it to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You do it in a romantic way" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run up stairs quickly to read the poem to her. She looks tired.\n\n\"Hey baby, listen to what I wrote for you!\" you say with the paper in your hand.\n\"Hm? Can it wait? I'm really tired.\"\n\"Yeah, but it's our anniversary and I put a lot of thought into this and everything.\" you say with a hurt look.\n\"Oh alright.\"\n\"Great! I really hope you like it!\" you say excitedly and begin.\n\n\"Oh my beloved, how I adore your long blond hair and beautiful face as much as I adore the pleading of my patients when they beg for their pathetic lives.\nOh my beloved, how I love your luscious red lips, which reminds me of the blood that drains from a hitchhiker's artery after I slash their throat open.\nOh my beloved, how I'm obsessed with your perfect body and the smooth feel of it, not unlike that of newly polished child's skull. But also its softness like that of intestines when I pull them out of a cheerleader's corpse.\nYou are everything to me; I only go on living because of you. If you were ever to depart from this world, I would soon follow, in a bloody shoot out with the police after I sniped as many people as I could from a bell tower.\nI love you my dear sister, my lover, my life.\"\n\nThen you gently caress her face.\n\nYou made your sister so fucking wet that she practically had Niagara Falls occur in her fucking panties. Her previous fatigue is suddenly gone when she jumps on you and fucks you right then and there on the floor.\n\n\"Ahhh, flesh of my flesh, you're still as tight as the day I broke your virginity.\" You say as your dick slides into her.\n\nTwo hours later, sis is sleeping with her head resting comfortably on your chest, as you both lie there naked in the living room. With the smell of sex, blood and death still lingering in the air you smile.\n\n\"Ah life is good.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No more time to play around, sis will be home soon! You drag the bodies in the house and into the basement where you put them aside for later use. You put your clothes back on and check on your patient who is now unconscious. Good, you now have peace to work on your poem.\n\nYou begin to put your feelings to paper as quickly as you can. As you write you think it's curious how you can easily write nice things about her. You have don't really have good feelings at all towards most people; all you have is distain, and a wish to hurt them badly.\nIt's basically as if you save all your pleasantness for her and why not? She's the only one who's ever stood by you. Right from the beginning…\n\nYou remember when you made your first kill, back in high school. You killed your so called best friend Johnny because he was annoying you and being unbelievably stupid. You two were in your room arguing over music. He claimed that Poison was the best band in the world, and you were insisting that Motely Crue was the best band in world! Then you he called you a faggot for liking them and then you ended up taking a straight razor that you'd been using on a cat the day before, and slashed him across the goddamn eyes! As he was screaming you turned up \"Dr. Feelgood\" really loud to drown it out and started to carve his face off! Naturally this noise attracted your sister who was in the house trying to study and she came in to tell you to turn it down. You can only imagine that you looked like a deer in the headlights when she opened the door to find you butchering your best friend, but she didn't run, scream or even ask why you did it; she just said you needed to get rid of the body before mom got home. You and her dug a hole in the back yard and did a little cleaning and that was the end of it. As you dumped Johnny's mutilated carcass into the hole together, that's when you knew you found your soul mate. You can't imagine life without her.\n\nAs you think about these things, you remember something else.\n\n\"Wait a minute, why the hell was I defending Motley Crue so much? I listened more to AC/DC…. oh well, he was still pissing me off.\"\n\nYou just finish up your poem as you hear sis come in the front door upstairs, now to present it to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You strip as you read it to her!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run up stairs quickly to read the poem to her. She looks tired.\n\n\"Hey baby, listen to what I wrote for you!\"\n\"Hm? Can it wait? I'm really tired.\"\n\"Yeah, but this is different, I got something special in mind!\"\n\"Oh alright.\"\n\nYou begin to read your poem, while clumsily attempting to take off your clothes. It's a half assed attempt all the way around. By the end of all of it, you're standing butt ass naked in front of her. If you had chosen to do one or the other, your sister might've been more impressed, but instead she's more amused than anything. Still, that's at least a step in the right direction.\n\n\"Okay, well that was a very sweet attempt to be romantic and I appreciate the effort, but I'm very tired and I'm going to sleep.\"\n\"Wait! Didn't that do anything for you?\"\n\"Well other than laugh, not really.\"\n\"But it's our anniversary, I thought we we're going to…\" you begin grinding up against her at this point.\n\"Oh alright, if you must have your way with me you can, but don't expect me to do anything except lay there.\"\n\"That's okay, I'll just pretend you're a dead body!\" you say and pick her up to carry her off to the bedroom\n\"Wow, you really know how sweet talk a girl.\" Your sister says half-asleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well whoever it is you got something that'll make them think about ringing the doorbell again! You take off all your clothes and grab your rusty chainsaw. You answer the door to a cute little girl scout. Due to your outlandish appearance she doesn't even have time scream before you take your rusty chainsaw and chop her head clean off causing the neck to spurt blood like a geyser. You take the vagina off your face and begin to do the \"Mexican Hat Dance\" around the body (that's surprisingly still standing) as the blood squirts all over you.\n\nYou my friend are one sick fuck!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You chop up the body and make cookies!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not wishing to linger too much outside without any clothing on you quickly take the girl scout's body inside and put your clothes back on. You then carry it to the kitchen and get out your cookbook of some of your favorite recipes. You swear if Mom hadn't beaten you into to becoming a doctor, you could've been a world famous cook. Life can be so unfair sometimes.\n\nYou effortlessly chop up the body and begin taking some choice parts to put into your gruesome idea of cookies. You add dough, yeast and an unhealthy amount of chocolate and sugar and mix the mess together. Since you also have the idea that this can be something you and your sister can share you thoughtfully shape the \"cookies\" into hearts. (Awww!)\n\nWhile you're waiting for them to bake in the oven, you take this opportunity to work on your poem again. When of course the fucking doorbell rings again! You grab an axe and make your way to the door.\n\n\"I swear if these are those fucking Mormon…\" you mutter as you open the door.\n\n\"Howdy Doc! Mmm mmm! You got something cooking? Sure smells good! Hey me an' Hugo got some new patient's for ya in our truck! We'll bring 'em in!\"\n\nWell it's not Mormons, but it's almost as bad, it's your low life \"assistants\" Jed and his equally dim brother Hugo. They occasionally show up with some quality stock that they provide for either prescription drugs or money. Such distasteful characters, but sometimes it's unfortunately necessary to associate with such individuals. Of course that doesn't mean you have to like it.\n\"Oh for fuck's sake Jed, bring them around the back! We don't need the world to fucking know. Christ you're a pair of fucktards.\" You say.\n\nYou head back to the kitchen and open the back door, as Jed and Hugo bring in a young man writhing in pain due to his arms and legs being completely broken and sticking out of the flesh. They dump him on the floor while you check on your cookies. You grab one and taste it. Hm, still needs some more time.\n\nIn the meantime your assistants seem to be having trouble with the other patient they brought. A young pregnant woman comes running through the kitchen not even noticing you and into your living room nearly tripping over her boyfriend, with Hugo and Jed in pursuit.\n\n\"Get that bitch Hugo, get that bitch!\" Jed shouts.\n\"You don't stand a chance girlie! How about you just give up now, and we'll show you a good time before the Doc performs his experiments!\" Hugo says as the girl swings a poker at him that she got from the fire place.\n\"Woohoo! This one's a fighter! I like that!\" Jed says.\n\"Get away from me you inbred pieces of shit!\" the girl screams.\n\nYou sigh and shake your head as you watch this demented Laurel and Hardy routine from the kitchen. You grab your mallet and stealthily sneak up behind her and smash her in the head knocking her unconscious.\n\n\"Shitfire Doc, you ain't no fun. Hugo here might be dumber than a pile of shit bricks and twice as smelly, but least he knows how to make them squawk first. Especially when they gots a bun in da oven!\"\n\nOf all the impudence! How dare this inbred peckerwood tell you who's the MASTER at inflicting pain!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You show him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You immediately grab a machete hanging above the fireplace and chop off Jed's hand, at which point the stump spurts bright red blood all over the place!\n\n\"ARRRRRGH! What the hell you do that for doc?\" Jed shouts.\n\"To remind you fucktards who the fuck I am! You and your brother have disturbed me and made a mess out of my house with your incompetence for the last time!\" you say swinging again at Jed.\n\"Hugo, get this crazy Yankee offa me!\" Jed says running away.\n\nHugo hits you over the head with a vase. It barely fazes you. You respond by back kicking him in the face, knocking out what little teeth he has and knocking him to the ground. You then take the fireplace poker and shove it into one of his eyes and pull out the bloody orb, while he's screaming on the floor begging for mercy, you do the same to the other eye!\n\nWhile you're doing that, Jed comes back in with a shotgun, still bleeding profusely.\n\n\"I'm gonna blast yer fuckin' ass away an' then I'm gonna feed yer fuckin' corpse to the goddamn hogs!\" Jed says trying to point the gun at you with only one good hand.\n\nAt this point the pregnant woman is just regaining consciousness and standing up, but unaware of her surroundings. You duck behind some furniture and push her towards Jed, who fires wildly. The blast kills her instantly and splatters her unborn fetus into a bloody mess all over the room! This gives you enough time to charge Jed who's having a lot of difficulty trying to reload. You knock him to the floor, pick up the shotgun and blow off one of his legs.\n\nYou then grab the dismembered leg and beat him repeatedly with it until his head is an unrecognizable heap of gory mush resembling oatmeal. Hugo's still screaming in agony clutching his hollowed out eye socket, you stop his screaming by jamming the poker through his mouth. Finally the young man who's limbs were broken was attempting to drag his way out the back door, but you drag his ass back inside, slam the door and proceed to pull at his broken bones until you rip them out completely. He doesn't even scream, he just dies, lying there as a partially boneless piece of flesh.\n\nThen you smell smoke. Shit! The cookies! You quickly pull them out giving yourself a good burn and dropping them all over the floor.\n\n\"FUCK! SHIT! GODDAMMIT!\" you yell.\n\nYou're hot, you're sweaty, you're covered in blood, the house is a mess and there are dead bodies everywhere. And sis has just stepped in the front door.\n\n\"Having fun?\" she asks surveying the carnage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to explain" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Baby, I had everything planned out to make this day special and…other things just kept getting in the way…um you want a cookie? I made them for you.\"\n\"You mean those things on the floor? I'll pass. Look, I don't EVEN want to hear it right now. The only reason why I'm not pissed off as much I could be is because I see you killed those two fucktard assistants you had that I hated so much. Plus I've had a hard day and I'm too fucking tired right now. But I'm going to BED and when I come down, this shit better be fucking cleaned up and don't expect to be playing \"Stranger and Catholic School Girl\" with me tonight because any attempt to do so, will result in severe pain to your most valuable players.\"\n\"Yes dear.\" You say, protectively putting your hand on your crotch.\n\nYou spend the rest of the night cleaning up, which initially consists of you taking all the bodies into the basement and shoving them into your oversized freezer. You check on your patient, who is unconscious, but still alive. You won't get to work on her though since you still have to mop up all the blood and pick up the meat chunks still littering the floors. It really just sucks all the way around.\n\nOh well at least you got to kill a bunch of people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You immediately grab a machete hanging above the fireplace and chop off Jed's hand, at which point the stump spurts bright red blood all over the place!\n\n\"ARRRRRGH! What the hell you do that for doc?\" Jed shouts.\n\"To remind you fucktards who the fuck I am! You and your brother have disturbed me and made a mess out of my house with your incompetence for the last time!\" you say swinging again at Jed.\n\"Hugo, get this crazy Yankee offa me!\" Jed says running away.\n\nHugo hits you over the head with a vase. It barely fazes you. You respond by back kicking him in the face, knocking out what little teeth he has and knocking him to the ground. You then take the fireplace poker and shove it into one of his eyes and pull out the bloody orb, while he's screaming on the floor begging for mercy, you do the same to the other eye!\n\nWhile you're doing that, Jed comes back in with a shotgun, still bleeding profusely.\n\n\"I'm gonna blast yer fuckin' ass away an' then I'm gonna feed yer fuckin' corpse to the goddamn hogs!\" Jed says trying to point the gun at you with only one good hand.\n\nAt this point the pregnant woman is just regaining consciousness and standing up, but unaware of her surroundings. You duck behind some furniture and push her towards Jed, who fires wildly. The blast kills her instantly and splatters her unborn fetus into a bloody mess all over the room! This gives you enough time to charge Jed who's having a lot of difficulty trying to reload. You knock him to the floor, pick up the shotgun and blow off one of his legs.\n\nYou then grab the dismembered leg and beat him repeatedly with it until his head is an unrecognizable heap of gory mush resembling oatmeal. Hugo's still screaming in agony clutching his hollowed out eye socket, you stop his screaming by jamming the poker through his mouth. Finally the young man who's limbs were broken was attempting to drag his way out the back door, but you drag his ass back inside, slam the door and proceed to pull at his broken bones until you rip them out completely. He doesn't even scream, he just dies, lying there as a partially boneless piece of flesh.\n\nThen you smell smoke. Shit! The cookies! You quickly pull them out giving yourself a good burn and dropping them all over the floor.\n\n\"FUCK! SHIT! GODDAMMIT!\" you yell.\n\nYou're hot, you're sweaty, you're covered in blood, the house is a mess and there are dead bodies everywhere. And sis has just stepped in the front door.\n\n\"Having fun?\" she asks surveying the carnage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Weep" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You fall to your knees in defeat and hold your head in your hands.\n\n\"Baby I tried so hard to do something special for you when you got home, I had a poem that I didn't get to finish, I tried to cook for you and I fucked that up, and I made a mess of the house. Then all these worthless pieces of shit kept ringing the doorbell…I didn't want this day to be like this.\" You weep.\n\nYour sister goes over to comfort you.\n\n\"There, there, its okay. I know you probably tired your best. Don't worry. If it makes you feel any better, I always hated those two assistants you had, so I'm glad you killed them. You could consider that your anniversary gift to me if you want.\"\n\"Really?\" you say\n\"Sure.\" She says and kisses you, which seems to make everything better.\n\"Thanks, (Sigh) I guess I have a lot of cleaning up to do though.\"\n\"Oh don't worry about that, leave it for tomorrow, its not like they're going anywhere. Come upstairs with me.\"\n\"Alright!\" you say and begin to grope her.\n\"Down boy, I've had a hard day and I'm actually very tired and going to sleep, but I just want you to lie beside me and hold me.\"\n\nNormally you'd complain about not getting any, but after the hard day you've also had, you wouldn't mind getting some rest yourself, so you comply and you both sleep throughout the night holding each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not wishing to linger too much outside without any clothing on you quickly take the girl scout's body inside and put your clothes back on. You then carry it to the kitchen and get out your cookbook of some of your favorite recipes. You swear if Mom hadn't beaten you into to becoming a doctor, you could've been a world famous cook. Life can be so unfair sometimes.\n\nYou effortlessly chop up the body and begin taking some choice parts to put into your gruesome idea of cookies. You add dough, yeast and an unhealthy amount of chocolate and sugar and mix the mess together. Since you also have the idea that this can be something you and your sister can share you thoughtfully shape the \"cookies\" into hearts. (Awww!)\n\nWhile you're waiting for them to bake in the oven, you take this opportunity to work on your poem again. When of course the fucking doorbell rings again! You grab an axe and make your way to the door.\n\n\"I swear if these are those fucking Mormon…\" you mutter as you open the door.\n\n\"Howdy Doc! Mmm mmm! You got something cooking? Sure smells good! Hey me an' Hugo got some new patient's for ya in our truck! We'll bring 'em in!\"\n\nWell it's not Mormons, but it's almost as bad, it's your low life \"assistants\" Jed and his equally dim brother Hugo. They occasionally show up with some quality stock that they provide for either prescription drugs or money. Such distasteful characters, but sometimes it's unfortunately necessary to associate with such individuals. Of course that doesn't mean you have to like it.\n\"Oh for fuck's sake Jed, bring them around the back! We don't need the world to fucking know. Christ you're a pair of fucktards.\" You say.\n\nYou head back to the kitchen and open the back door, as Jed and Hugo bring in a young man writhing in pain due to his arms and legs being completely broken and sticking out of the flesh. They dump him on the floor while you check on your cookies. You grab one and taste it. Hm, still needs some more time.\n\nIn the meantime your assistants seem to be having trouble with the other patient they brought. A young pregnant woman comes running through the kitchen not even noticing you and into your living room nearly tripping over her boyfriend, with Hugo and Jed in pursuit.\n\n\"Get that bitch Hugo, get that bitch!\" Jed shouts.\n\"You don't stand a chance girlie! How about you just give up now, and we'll show you a good time before the Doc performs his experiments!\" Hugo says as the girl swings a poker at him that she got from the fire place.\n\"Woohoo! This one's a fighter! I like that!\" Jed says.\n\"Get away from me you inbred pieces of shit!\" the girl screams.\n\nYou sigh and shake your head as you watch this demented Laurel and Hardy routine from the kitchen. You grab your mallet and stealthily sneak up behind her and smash her in the head knocking her unconscious.\n\n\"Shitfire Doc, you ain't no fun. Hugo here might be dumber than a pile of shit bricks and twice as smelly, but least he knows how to make them squawk first. Especially when they gots a bun in da oven!\"\n\nOf all the impudence! How dare this inbred peckerwood tell you who's the MASTER at inflicting pain!" } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Family Friendly", "Humor", "Puzzle" ]

[ 108, 91, 143, 113, 69, 21, 27, 54 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: family friendly] [Tags: Contest Entry, Family Friendly, Humor, Puzzle] [Description: Welcome to Inepta Academy!\nYou play as Elizabeth, an intelligent nine year old girl who earned a scholarship to the school. Unfortunately, you've only been there for a month and don't have any friends. To make matters worse, Randolf, the most popular boy in the school (to the boys) has been annoying you lately.\nNow he's stolen your bag and hid it in the boarded off area. It's up to you to retrieve your bag from the area after school is done, so that you can study and pass the big test tomorrow. Maybe you can even find a way to get revenge on Randolf somehow while you're there.\nWas made as an entry for the School Based Contest 2016.\n--Version 2.0 Update [11/23/2016]--\n+ Fixed an issue where players found the password too hard] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And before you go, I'd like to remind you all of the test tomorrow. It will be multiple choice, and it's worth 20% of your grade, so if you haven't studied by now… Good luck\", Mrs.Palor announces, moments before the bell rings and the class hurries out of the room.\n\nYou groan as you stand to exit the class. Unfortunately, you only transferred to this school last month, so you still aren't up to speed with everything you need to know. You tried to explain this to your teacher, but, well, she didn't care.\n\n\"Your former teacher should have been teaching you the same curriculum, so you should be fine.\"\n\nIs all you got despite your protests. In other words, you have a long night of grueling studying to do in order to avoid failing. For only being in grade 6, your teachers sure are strict. Probably a side effect of it being a private school. As you turn to grab your bag, you notice it's not hung up along the back like it was earlier.\n\n\"Ha. Ha. Ha!\" You hear a voice behind you laugh mockingly. You recognize the person instantly: Randolf. The most popular boy in the class, among the boys at least. Even with his above average looks, the fact that he's an ass to most people earns him the scorn of the girls, and the admiration of the boys who he makes his followers. Four of those followers are currently standing beside him.\n\n\"What's wrong, new girl? Is something missing? Something that looks like a bag, perhaps?\"\n\n\"Did you take my bag?\"\n\n\"Your bag? Of course not...\" Randolf replies with a wide smile. \"But now that you mention it. I think I saw the bag that looked just like it earlier. Now where did I see that bag again, John?\"\n\n\"It was in the boarded off area.\"\n\n\"Ah, right. That's where it was. Strange, why would it be in there..?\"\n\nYou glare at Randolf in response. From what you've heard, the boarded off area is a section of the school currently undergoing renovations. At least, it was about a year ago. None of the students know why, but at some point renovations were postponed indefinitely until \"a decision can be made about the problem\", is what you heard.\n\nYou also heard rumours that Randolf and his goons had decided to make it their secret base during lunch at the school. You're not really sure how though, as both the hallway to that section of the school, along with its outside entrance, are boarded off.\n\n\"Why would you do that!?\"\n\n\"To prove a point. This is my turf. No one is smarter than me here! Especially not some stupid poor person!\" Randolf replies, briskly walking away with his goons close behind him.\n\n\"I guess you'll have to buy a new bag, assuming you can afford it. Ha. Ha. Ha!\" You hear him mock as he exits the class. While it sounds like baseless gloating, Randolf is indeed the smartest person in the class. According to test results at least. He doesn't seem smart, but he somehow manages to ace every test and class thrown at him. It's especially impressive given this is a private school.\n\nThough, he has reason to be jealous of you. This is a private school, and he's not wrong in saying that you're poor. You worked hard to get a scholarship in order to be here, and you'll have to work even harder to stay. Twenty percent may not seem like a big deal at first glance, but one of the conditions is that you maintain that 95% average you obtained to get into the school in the first place.\n\n\"… Jerk.\"\n\nYou insult him under you breath before turning back to your desk. You only have your science book from this class, so he must have taken your bag and notes during the break. You can't study using only this book, since this test includes science, math, history, and english questions. You can't enter the boarded off area now, because security is particularly high around the end of school.\n\nThat leaves only one choice: you'll have to break into the school later tonight and get back your bag." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Later that night" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With that said… The school sure looks scary at night. You waited until nine to show up, hoping there would be no guards. There doesn't appear to be any guards, but the scene sure is eerie. In the distance you can hear the occasional tree sway and animal scurry, but aside from that it's deafeningly quiet out. The dark envelops the entire school, with the entrance only dimly lit by the closest streetlamp. Thankfully, you have your phone, complete with a flashlight, camera, and anything else you could need in case of an emergency.\n\nNothing could possible go wrong, so long as you have your phone!\n\nYou also managed to draw a map of the school. It's incomplete, because you have yet to explore the entire school, but you're quite proud with how it turned out.\n\nQuickly looking around to make sure no one notices you, you sneak to the side of the school and follow the wall until you reach your entry point. Being as smart as you are, you already secured a way in by unlocking one of the windows from the inside before you left school today. Now it's just a matter of finding that window and climbing through it.\n\nYou turn on the flashlight on your phone and scan the wall until you see the window that you're positive you unlocked. You creep over to it, and gently push it open.\n\nClick.\n\nBut the window simply shakes slightly without giving in.\n\nClick, click.\n\nYou try again, with more force this time, but the window still remains shut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It... It must be a different window" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are several windows in this area, so getting the wrong one the first try isn't too unexpected. You walk over to the next window and try again.\n\nClick.\n\nYou frown in annoyance with the window, then move on to the next one. Finally, after trying six different windows, you reach the right one. It easily opens when you push it, and after a moment, you're able crawl inside.\n\nStealthy ninja-like infiltration successful!\n\nNow that you're inside, it's time to get down to business. You need to get your bag back, but in order to do that, you need to enter the boarded off zone. As you think this, you suddenly hear something that sounds like footsteps, along with what sounds like soft crying down the hallway near the cafeteria. You quickly turn off your flashlight and hide behind a corner, looking down the hallway.\n\nThe moonlight shining through the windows is enough to just barely see down the hall. However you can't see the source of the noise, and after a few moments of holding your breath in, it disappears. You let out a sigh of relief, happy you weren't caught by whatever it was you heard.\n\nWait, what did you hear anyway? It... couldn't have been a ghost, right?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of course not! Ghosts aren't real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That's right, ghosts don't exist at all. What you heard was probably just the wind. Or it means you're not alone... Either way, it wasn't a ghost, so you don't need to worry about that.\n\nWith whatever that was now gone, it's time to focus on your bag once again. Using your trusty map as a guide, you slowly make your way through the school to your destination. It feels weird to walk through your hallways after school. It seems as though someone you know will just pop out of a classroom or around a corner any second. At least you would hope it's someone you know.\n\nThankfully that doesn't happen, and you reach the boarded off area without incident. You then shine your light on the wooden boards, attempting to figure out how to get through. You know Randolf and his friends must have found a way inside, even though entering the area is against the rules. You're pretty angry that they'll get away with stealing and hiding your bag, but there's no way of proving they did it, let alone that they even entered the boarded off zone.\n\nCompleting your scan of the wall, you can't see any obvious way in. However the wall is poorly built with many holes between the planks in it. There must be a loose plank somewhere that they push aside in order to enter. It's not as though the wall is regularly inspected, so the teachers would never notice.\n\nAfter pushing against the planks for a few minutes, you manage to find it. Unfortunately, it's a few feet in the air, not along the ground like you had hoped. The opening is around neck height, so if you pull yourself up you can still climb through the hole to the other side, but the fall once through could hurt. The boys likely helped each other through the hole rather than risk injury. They probably even put a chair or something on the other side to help them down.\n\nYou're confident you could climb through without an injury. Still, it'd be safer to loosen one of the lower planks and move it out of the way instead, though you'd need a tool for that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You climb through" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You place your phone on the floor with the light shining upwards so you can actually see. It is strategically placed in front of a gap on the bottom of the wall, so you don't risk leaving it behind.\n\nYou then push the plank out of the way, and when its far enough, pull yourself up into the hole in the wall. The plank falls back into place and gently hits your stomach, but it's only a small annoyance. The bigger annoyance is that you can barely see on the other side of the wall, with only sporadic lines of light coming through the planks making the poorly constructed wall.\n\nReaching into the darkness, you feel what you believe is the chair they use to get over the wall. You use it to pull yourself forward... and promptly slide right out of the wall, and down the chair. Before you fall headfirst into the ground, you manage to use your grip on the chair to change your position so that you land feet first. You succeed, but the chair twists and falls with you.\n\n\"Ouch...\"\n\nYou grimace, rubbing your ankle. Standing up, you find yourself with a limp and a sore ankle. It shouldn't affect your ability to get your bag, and you should be fine by tomorrow, but you're not exactly able to run now.\n\nReaching under the wall, you grab your phone, and promptly shine the light down the new hall. It's littered with construction and cleaning equipment. In addition, there are several walls not fully built, and door frames without doors. It shouldn't be dangerous to walk down, but you still should be careful to stay in the middle of the hall.\n\nNow that you're here, you just need to find your bag. You were unable to make a map of this area, for obvious reasons, so you'll have to make a mental map of the area while you explore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go forward down the hall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From here, the boarded off wall is just a few steps away. The rest of the hall still goes a way down; far enough that you can't see the end of it with your flashlight.\n\nTo your one side is a closed door, which after a quick check, you find is locked.\n\nTo your other side is a door frame without a door. Inside you see more abandoned construction materials and tools, along with some stacked school chairs in the corner.\n\nUnlike the rest of the building, the rooms in this new wing have windows inside of them. The light glow of the moon illuminates each room, and you really wish it didn't, because it kind of creeps you out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go down the hall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From here you'd guess that you're in the middle of the hall. You can see the boarded off wall to one end, and on the other end you can see some stairs.\n\nOn one side of you is a closed, but unlocked door. The wall is incomplete for some reason, so you can see some of what's inside. You see many different things used for construction, but apart from that nothing of interest.\n\nThe other side is a closed, but unlocked door. The room appears to be furnished as a regular class-room, although the chairs and desks aren't aligned properly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the classroom" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Entering the room, you can tell immediately that this is the place that Randolf and his goons spend most of their time. The chairs and desks are aligned in a circle around the center of the room. The center is filled with blankets, pillows, some comic books, a couple of dirty magazines, and playing cards.\n\nThere are several other indications that people have been here as well. There's some trash scattered on the floor, along with some bags filled with trash thrown in the corner of the room. The chalkboard as well has been used, with various games and pictures being drawn on the board. One in particular is a pretty unflattering image of your teacher, Mrs.Palor. She'd probably be furious if she saw it.\n\nCareful not to touch the magazines, you walk through the area, looking for anything that might actually interest you.\n\nSurprisingly, you find several things. There's a very old tape player, and a tape that has the number '1' written on it. You're sure that the tape player can play the tape labeled '1', since it fits inside perfectly. Additionally, there's a strange key in the room that has a lion's head at the end of it. You're not sure what it could be for, but it looks cool, so you take it for now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tape #1" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You place the tape titled #1 into the tape player, then press play. After a moment, you start to hear voices.\n\n\"Oh man, this place is awesome!\"\n\n\"No kidding, I wonder why it's not finished yet though.\"\n\n\"Who cares, it means it's ours now!\"\n\n\"Sweet!\"\n\n\"Hey Dave, what's that?\"\n\n\"This? It's a tape recorder. It's recording everything we say.\"\n\n\"Why the hell would you do that?\"\n\n\"Yeah that sounds pretty stupid.\"\n\n\"I dunno, seems like it'd be fun.\"\n\n\"Well, as long as others don't hear it I guess it's fine.\"\n\n\"Who cares if others hear it!\"\n\n\"No one comes back here anyway.\"\n\n\"Guys, I'm hungry, let's eat already.\"\n\n\"Fine, fatass.\"\n\nIt's pretty chaotic, but among the voices you can hear Randolf for sure, along with most of his entourage. That being said, it's pretty weak as far as proof goes linking them to being here, so you'll should gather more evidence if you hope to get them in trouble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From here you'd guess that you're in the middle of the hall. You can see the boarded off wall to one end, and on the other end you can see some stairs.\n\nOn one side of you is a closed, but unlocked door. The wall is incomplete for some reason, so you can see some of what's inside. You see many different things used for construction, but apart from that nothing of interest.\n\nThe other side is a closed, but unlocked door. The room appears to be furnished as a regular class-room, although the chairs and desks aren't aligned properly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the unfinished room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Entering the room, you immediately become overwhelmed by the smell of paint. Given the room isn't even fully built, you have a hard time believing that they would have started painting already. Not only that, but it's been almost a year since they worked on anything here, so there shouldn't be any fresh paint at all. Shining your light along the walls, you notice there's actually graffiti written on them.\n\n\"History Sux. I hat werds. F##k Art! Brian was HERE!\" You say out loud, reading the various vulgar comments. Brian is one of Randolf's lackeys, and not one of the brighter ones. If you could show this to one teachers, there's no doubt you could get Brian in trouble.\n\nJust when you think there's nothing else in the room worth mentioning, you suddenly notice something in the corner of the room.\n\n\"My backpack!\" You exclaim, rushing over to it. You nearly trip over an open can of paint on your way, but luckily manage to catch yourself before you fall.\n\nYour backpack retrieved, you've successfully completed your mission now. However, you can't help but feel your eyes move to the writing on the wall. It's true that you could leave here right now and be done with it all, but Randolf and his lackeys deserve to be punished. Maybe there's more proof of them breaking the rules in the boarded off section of the school still?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Looking into your backpack" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deciding that you need to make sure Randolf hasn't touched anything of yours, you swing your backpack over your side and open it up. All your effort in getting in back won't matter if your school books aren't even inside.\n\nAfter thoroughly searching through your backpack, you conclude that everything is accounted for. It even seems like it wasn't opened, as the books are arranged the same way you normally have them. Furthermore, there's something extra inside as well.\n\nFor some reason, there's a small key in one of the side pockets. It's possible it fell in there when they were moving it, as it's just an open pocket. You're not sure what the key is for, but you decide to keep it for now in case it comes in handy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From here, the boarded off wall is just a few steps away. The rest of the hall still goes a way down; far enough that you can't see the end of it with your flashlight.\n\nTo your one side is a closed door, which after a quick check, you find is locked.\n\nTo your other side is a door frame without a door. Inside you see more abandoned construction materials and tools, along with some stacked school chairs in the corner.\n\nUnlike the rest of the building, the rooms in this new wing have windows inside of them. The light glow of the moon illuminates each room, and you really wish it didn't, because it kind of creeps you out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter the open room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk through the open door frame and step into the room, careful not to trip over anything. Scanning the room from the inside, you see a few things that catch your attention.For starters, you're really tempted to climb one of these stacks of chairs. You restrain yourself, because there's nothing up there, and you'll probably just fall down and hurt yourself, but the allure is still there...\n\nIgnoring the chairs for now, you slowly walk through the room. The moonlight gives you a enough light to see the outline of most things, but you still need your flashlight to actually know what you're looking at.\n\nLooking around the room, you don't see your bag. You push things out of the way, and make sure to look under all the chairs, but there's no sign of it. It must be in a different room.\n\nLooking in the closet of the room, you see an odd locked box. In place of a keyhole is an unusual shape where some strange object must fit. You're not quite sure what it is, but whatever it is it must be in another room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You climb the chairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Against your better judgement, you decide to climb one of the stacks of chairs. Your parents have always pushed you to academically succeed so you had the greatest chance of getting into the best schools. Thanks to that you're able to attend this private school, but it also means you've lacked any real adventure in your life.\n\nAfter a few moments of analyzing their stability, you decide on the stack you want to climb. There's about twelve stacked on top of each other, but it's close enough to the wall that if you lean into it as you climb, it shouldn't fall back on you.\n\nHopefully.\n\nTaking your place in front of the stack, you begin your climb. You're not able to hold your phone for light, and climb, so you put it in your pocket. It can't be that hard to climb in the dark, right?\n\nYou cringe each time you put pressure on the leg you injured earlier, but it isn't enough to stop you, just slow you down. Meticulously, you reach up, grab the most secure point you can find, then quickly shift your weight up and forward as you step up. You continue this pattern, making sure not to overextend yourself. There's no rush here.\n\nTriumphantly, after several intense minutes of climbing, you make it to the top. You take a seat in the last chair, and look smugly across the room from its highest point. It will take a minute for you to catch your breath now, but you've done it! You actually took a risk and climbed the stack of chairs! If your mother knew about this she would be furious at you for taking such an unnecessary risk.\n\nAs your breathing normalizes, you take a look down. The ground looks pretty far away from this high. You could really get injured from this kind of fall. Now that you think about it, climbing back down will almost certainly mean you'll be leaning away from the stack of chairs. Meaning it would fall on you as you make your descent.\n\nThat's strange though. Isn't the floor getting closer? You take a look to your side and quickly confirm that the stack of chairs is indeed further from the wall. You must of leaned forward more than you though, causing the stack to destabilize. Naturally, you try to lean back into the chairs, but its too late.\n\n\"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!\" Since screaming is all you can do at this point, you do it. You brace your hands out in front of you into the darkness, but it doesn't seem to matter. Moments after you scream, you hear the sounds of crashing chairs, followed by briefly feeling the ground in front of you, and finally a loud, painful thud.\n\nThen darkness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... Ow...\" You groan, finally coming to. You must have been knocked out after falling. This is confirmed by the throbbing pain you immediately feel coming from inside your head. Your eyes remain closed for a few moments longer, trying to wait out the pain.\n\nIt's strange though. It feels like you're on something comfortable, when you should still be in the school, on a hard floor, covered in chairs and probably paint.\n\nOpening your eyes, you're quickly blinded by light. You squint and try to cover your eyes, in an attempt to get used to the brightness.\n\n\"Ah, sorry. The lights probably a bit bright\", you hear a voice say, before the light fades down to a warm glow. Your eyes able to open fully now, you suddenly notice there's a strange man in front of you.\n\n\"AHHHHHHHHH! GAHHHHHHHH!? WHO ARE YOU!?\" You scream, instinctive backing up as far as you can. The comfort you felt before is revealed to be a couch, and you end up on the end cushion by the wall. That comfort is quickly overwhelmed by more pain as your head smacks against the wall.\n\n\"OWWWWWW!!!!\" You scream, clutching at your head.\n\nThe man, who you can now see is clearly an older man, seems to jump back as well, confused by your reaction. After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he finally speaks.\n\n\"I... I'm your math teacher...\" he meekly states. The pain in your head finally subsiding, you concentrate on the man to determine if you can remember him.\n\nA scruffy, brown beard, balding, lame glasses, average height, and slightly chubby build. He seems familiar, but he's currently wearing a stained white t-shirt, along with worn jeans, and no socks or shoes. Not exactly an attire befitting a teacher.\n\n\"... Mr.Trent?\" You ask, as that's the name of your math teacher. The older man nods and seems to become a little more relaxed now that you recognize him. \"Why are you here...? WAIT! WHERE IS HERE?!\" You yell, as the room you're in now isn't the one you were in before.\n\n\"Please calm down, Elizabeth. You're still in the school; this is the teacher's lounge. At least, what was supposed to be the teacher's lounge.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The teacher's lounge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Elizabeth, I'm your teacher.\"\n\n\"Oh, right...\"\n\nWith your location settled, you glance around the room. There's a small fridge in the corner, a small table next to it with a coffee maker on top, and a larger, center table with some chairs around it. Then there's the couch you're sitting on, another, smaller couch Mr.Trent is standing beside, and finally another small table with a plant on it. Beside the small table is a few suitcases, one of which is open, along with a blanket and pillow.\n\nThough, among everything as well is trash. Bottles and packages litter the floor and tables. In fact, the couch you're sitting on seems to be the only piece of furniture not affected. It certainly looks like what you've imagined a teacher's lounge would look like, just without a bar.\n\n\"But the school doesn't have a teacher's lounge.\"\n\n\"Not yet. We're in the part of the school still under construction. It was one of the rooms meant to be added.\"\n\n\"You'd think they'd add a bathroom on the first floor before a teacher's lounge...\"\n\n\"More importantly, Elizabeth, what are you doing here? I heard a scream, followed by a crash, only to find you unconscious surrounded by those chairs.\"\n\n\"I had to come back to the school to get my backpack. That brute Randolf stole it and hide it here!\"\n\nMr.Trent looks at you for a moment, as if he's contemplating asking you another question, before shaking his head.\n\n\"Understandable. However, regardless of your reason for being here, that doesn't change the fact that it's against the rules, not to mention the law. I'm going to have to recommend you go home empty handed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree to leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine...\" You reply, bringing your head to the ground. Given the situation, you should just be thankful that Mr.Trent won't rat you out. \"But Mr.Trent, what are you doing here?\"\n\nThe older man immediately averts his eyes. The fact that he was able to hear the crash of the chairs means he was probably already in the boarded off area. You had your suspicions, but his response all but proves it.\n\n\"You're living here, aren't you?\" You ask, already sure of the answer. To this, he shamefully nods.\n\n\"I'll spare you the details, but after the divorce my wife won everything. I'm having some trouble finding a new place near the school, especially on a teacher's salary.\"\n\n\"So... you've been sleeping on this couch?\"\n\n\"Correct.\"\n\n\"Ewww...\" You reply while cringing, quickly jumping off of the couch. You can deal with the fact that he carried you here, since that was to make sure you were alright, but you'd prefer not to get old man germs by sitting where he sleeps any longer than you need to. Who knows what happens on this couch at night.\n\nMr.Trent seems visibly hurt by your words, but quickly recovers. \"Anyway, you should be off now. I'm not sure how you got in, but I'll let you out the back door.\"\n\nNodding silently, you follow Mr.Trent out the room and through the back door, which he unlocks for you. From there, you're able to circle around the school and return home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Defeated by Randolf" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling for the rest of the night. Without your backpack, you don't have a way to prepare for the test. Not only are you ill prepared for the next day, you also can't stop thinking about how you were bested by Randolf and how you'll likely fail the test.\n\nThe next day you arrive at school, and are met by a smug Randolf.\n\n\"Well, well, well. It looks like you didn't find your bag after all. What a shame. I bet you weren't even able to study last night. What. A. Shame!\" He says, laughing as he walks towards the school. He truly is a terrible person.\n\nUnable to say anything in response, you stand there silently, trying your best not to burst into tears. Just as he's about to enter the school, he stops and turns back to you.\n\n\"But the real shame is that you'll probably pass anyway,\" he adds with a smirk, before entering the school.\n\nFor a moment you're dumbfounded. Your fears and anxiousness is slowly replaced by confusion as you try and understand what just happened.\n\nDid... Did Randolf just compliment you?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Elizabeth, I'm your teacher.\"\n\n\"Oh, right...\"\n\nWith your location settled, you glance around the room. There's a small fridge in the corner, a small table next to it with a coffee maker on top, and a larger, center table with some chairs around it. Then there's the couch you're sitting on, another, smaller couch Mr.Trent is standing beside, and finally another small table with a plant on it. Beside the small table is a few suitcases, one of which is open, along with a blanket and pillow.\n\nThough, among everything as well is trash. Bottles and packages litter the floor and tables. In fact, the couch you're sitting on seems to be the only piece of furniture not affected. It certainly looks like what you've imagined a teacher's lounge would look like, just without a bar.\n\n\"But the school doesn't have a teacher's lounge.\"\n\n\"Not yet. We're in the part of the school still under construction. It was one of the rooms meant to be added.\"\n\n\"You'd think they'd add a bathroom on the first floor before a teacher's lounge...\"\n\n\"More importantly, Elizabeth, what are you doing here? I heard a scream, followed by a crash, only to find you unconscious surrounded by those chairs.\"\n\n\"I had to come back to the school to get my backpack. That brute Randolf stole it and hide it here!\"\n\nMr.Trent looks at you for a moment, as if he's contemplating asking you another question, before shaking his head.\n\n\"Understandable. However, regardless of your reason for being here, that doesn't change the fact that it's against the rules, not to mention the law. I'm going to have to recommend you go home empty handed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Can't leave, you're not done here yet" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry Mr.Trent, I'm afraid I can't do that.\"\n\n\"Why is that?\"\n\n\"Because Randolf needs to pay! I'm sure there's proof here that he's been up to no good, and he deserves to be punished for stealing from me! And for everything else he's done!\" You proclaim, standing up from the couch. \"And... I still need my backpack!\"\n\n\"Besides, you can't tell on me for being here, because I've got dirt on you too!\" To this declaration, Mr.Trent seems to get pale, but he attempts to keep his composure.\n\n\"Young lady, it's not a good idea to-\"\n\n\"You were able to hear me when I fell, meaning you must have already been in the building! Even if you weren't, you being close enough to the school in order to hear it this late at night is also suspicious,\" you say, beginning to monologue.\n\n\"However! The real evidence pointing to your crime is in this very room. The blankets in the corner, the suitcases, the trash; all of these point to someone living in this room. Based on how close you were to the school this late at night, and what you're currently wearing, I must conclude that this person is you!\" You announce, dramatically spinning and pointing at Mr.Trent.\n\n\"Living in the school, especially in the boarded off area, is bound to be against the law. In other words, you can't say anything about me being in here after hours, because that would draw the question of how you knew, which would lead to the discovery of you living here!\"\n\nYour defence concluded, you fold your arms in front of you and smugly look at the older man, waiting for his response. Mr.Trent seems nervous, but promptly sighs and submits to your victory.\n\n\"That is an astute conclusion, young lady. You really did earn that scholarship.\"\n\n\"Yep! But why are you living here anyway?\"\n\n\"That's... a story I'd prefer to not get into to. Let's just say my wife and I are going through a rough patch right now. If you're going to stay that's fine, but you really should be on your way as soon as you can,\" Mr.Trent replies, walking past you to the couch you were sitting on, then falling into it. With his face against the cushion, it seems he no longer cares that you're here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search the teacher's lounge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Mr.Trent no longer concerned with what you're doing, you proceed to search the teacher's lounge for any evidence you can use. Unfortunately, not only do you not find anything, but you had to touch all of the gross garbage while you were looking.\n\nAfter taking a moment to collect yourself again, you decide just to ask the teacher if he's seen anything. After musing over the question, he finally nods.\n\n\"Come to think of it, I did find a tape before. It was labeled #4 for some reason.\"\n\n\"Oh, oh! Can I have it?\"\n\n\"I can't just give it to you. That's not how the world of adults works. You have to give me something in exchange.\"\n\n\"W-what do you want? I'm not doing anything 'adult',\" you reply, slowly covering your chest with your arms and taking a step back.\n\n\"Please don't insult my integrity like that. I'll give you the tape if you correctly answer my math question.\"\n\n\"How is answering your math question giving you anything?\"\n\n\"It gives me the satisfaction of knowing I'm doing my job right.\"\n\nMr.Trent's line of reasoning makes some sense, and you don't anticipate having any issue with one of his math questions, so you nod in response.\n\n\"Okay, I'll try it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mr.Trent's Math Question" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You really think you can solve it?\" Mr.Trent asks.\n\n\"Of course!\"\n\n\"Alright. You only have 2 attempts left.\"\n\nMr.Trent then hands you a piece of paper with the following written on it:\n\n5x + y = 2r\nr + 2x = 11\n2x = y\n\n\"Now, solve for r.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "R = 1" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry Elizabeth, that's incorrect.\"\n\n\"Awwww. Can I try again?\" You ask, not willing to give up just yet.\n\n\"Of course. Take your time while solving the equation.\"\n\n\"Will do, Mr.Trent!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You return to the hall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From here you're pretty much at the far end of the hall. Directly in front of you is a staircase to go upstairs, and beside that is an emergency exit door. The exit appears to be locked, and the staircase is blocked off by construction material. You're unable to see the boarded up wall from here.\n\nTo one side of you is the teacher's lounge, which has been unlocked by Mr.Trent.\n\nTo the other side is an open entrance to a room. You don't see a sign for this one, but it appears to be a library." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You really think you can solve it?\" Mr.Trent asks.\n\n\"Of course!\"\n\n\"Alright. You only have 2 attempts left.\"\n\nMr.Trent then hands you a piece of paper with the following written on it:\n\n5x + y = 2r\nr + 2x = 11\n2x = y\n\n\"Now, solve for r.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "R = 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry Elizabeth, that's incorrect.\"\n\n\"Awwww. Can I try again?\" You ask, not willing to give up just yet.\n\n\"Of course. Take your time while solving the equation.\"\n\n\"Will do, Mr.Trent!\"" } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 123, 90, 192, 217, 70, 32, 10, 23 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: love & dating.\nSet the scene with these themes: Serious.\n\n\nThere is something calling to us.\nSomething otherworldly.\nSomething familiar.\nArriving at a mysterious research centre high in the Alps, a stranger seeks what is lost, what he hopes to meet one last time.\nNOTE: The story is linear with some parallel perspective thrown in. There are few choices here, it is meant to play with the reader's emotions, and come to an ethical decision near the end.\nUPDATE: Fixed the infamous \"Widow\" to \"Widower\".\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Snowflakes sprinkle on a platform raised. Empty, save for I, silent, but for the cry of wolves.\n\nA single train slide into the modest train station, pulling a dozen rail-cars behind.\n\nThe monochrome doors slide open and I step onto the train, making my way down to the nearest rail-car.\n\nIt was empty.\n\nSilent.\n\nThe fur-lined seats cold to my butt-cheeks as I sat down.\n\nThe train begin to move, building up speed, slowly at first, than howling off into the mountain ranges, plowing through the thick snow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the train whistle through the stifling winds, I gaze out the windows, drinking in the white back of the world.\n\nThe rail-car felt cold.\n\nSilent.\n\nLonely,\n\nThe white emptiness oppressive and overwhelming.\n\nI wrap my arms around myself, exhaling steamy breaths that fogs the glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, the door connecting to the rail-car in front opened and a raven haired woman pushed a food-cart through. Her skin was pale, her eyes brown. She smiled at me.\n\n\"Do you wish for anything sir?\"\n\nI glance at the selection of digestibles on the cart and decided..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I'll have a cup of hot chocolate\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman smiled and poured rich chocolate into a large purple mug.\n\n\"Here you go sir!\"\n\nShe handed me the warm mug, chocolate flavor steaming out.\n\nI thanked her, paid her, then took a tentative sip. The hot liquid moving down my throat, causing a burst of heat to spread through my body, down my spine, and into my fingertips.\n\nThe woman smiled, than push the cart down to the next rail-car.\n\nI drank the rest of the hot chocolate.\n\nI felt warmth.\n\nI felt kindness.\n\nI felt content.,\n\nand just like that I fell asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sudden stopping of the train startled me awake. I glance outside at a empty train station. This is the last stop.\n\nThe doors slide open and I step out amongst a dozen others.\n\nI can make out a small town near the train station, old 19th century style buildings dominated the settlement.\n\nI make my way through the town, heading higher and higher up, towards the barren path that lead up the mountains." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Clock chimes thrice, in the afternoon gloom. Gloom, for the veiled sun, gloom for the frosty breath rolling across the Alps.\n\nI set foot upon this winter-scape, my gaze centered on the intimidating building in front of me.\n\nIt was a giant edifice, a square block, black as obsidian, towering over the white mountain-scape.\n\nThis was it.\n\nThis was home for the next three months." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ignatovich Research Center\"\n\nRead the large golden letters carved onto the iron gates obstructing the entrance.\n\nA small device was attached to a nearby granite wall.\n\nI reach my right hand over and press the big red button.\n\nThere was a short burst of static then a feminine voice spoke,\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\nI cleared my throat, \"I have an appointment with Doctor Boris Ignatovich the second\"\n\n\"Your name sir?\"\n\nI told her.\n\n\"Let me see...yes, we have you down as a guest at the center, hold on, let me open the gate.\"\n\nThe device went silent.\n\nA moment later, the iron gates swung open on their own.\n\nI step through into the courtyard and made my way towards the towering building ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I step into the large central room, smooth black and white marble floor with a domed ceiling. There was the design of a strange esoteric circle, with a pentagram within, surrounded by symbols, glyphs and a strange cursive writing, Greek or Latin perhaps.\n\nIn front of me was a large desk with a female clerk behind the counter, she looked up at the sound of my approach and smiled at me.\n\n\"Dr. Ignatovich will see you shortly, a room has been prepared for your stay with us, please follow me\"\n\nI nodded and followed the woman up the marble stairs, past the strange alien statues depicting some short of tentacled monstrosity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My room was a simple, but spacious chamber.\n\nIt had a comfortable king sized bed, lamps, a tasteful nude sculpture of some headless woman in the corner, a large wooden desk, complete with a desk lamp and a fur carpet.\n\nIt felt like a high class hotel room.\n\nKNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! came three sharp raps of the door.\n\n\"The Doctor is ready to see you sir!\"\n\nI hurried to the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dr. Boris Ignatovich was a gray haired man in his 40's. His glasses glint in the eletric lights of the lab we are in.\n\nHis father Dr. Ivan Ignatovich was the founder of this research center.\n\n\"I am so glad you could join us, did you have a nice trip\"\n\nI shrug, \"It was uneventful.\"\n\nHe nods at this, then rubs his hands together, \"So, you agree to the offer then?\"\n\n\"Yes, if you can do it, I would like to try.\"\n\n\"Of course, we'll do our best, go rest up, we'll begin tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am so lonely.\n\nIt hurts.\n\nWho are you?\n\nYou are so sad.\n\nSo lonely.\n\nMe too.\n\nMe too.\n\nMe too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I woke with a start, watching the rising sunlight filter into my room through the Gothic looking window to my left.\n\nStumbling into the bathroom I wash my face, brush my teeth, then got dress in the plain looking jeans and black shirt laid out at the foot of my bed.\n\nI head downstairs to the cafeteria to grab something to eat, then to the labs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dr. Ignatovich smile when he saw me enter the lab.\n\n\"Right on time! Let me show you what we have been working on.\"\n\nHe took me to a old elevator that lead down to the lower levels.\n\nI saw it descend slowly down to the 5th level.\n\n\"There are 7 levels to this facility, most of it underground. The 6th and 7th level are still being evacuated, so its off limits.\"\n\nI nod my head in understanding.\n\nThe creaky elevator came to a stop and the fence like doors open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\" This- \", The Doctor indicated, \"is the Dream Machine\"\n\nHe point his hand towards the large seat like machine attached to a large engine with cables trailing around it connecting to various devices and plugs on the wall like the entrails of some dead deer.\n\nI turn to the doctor, \"What exactly is the dream machine? All you told me in the E-mail you sent me was that you could let me see her again, that's why I am here\"\n\n\"Of course, I did promise that didn't I? Mind you, there is no guarantee this will work, but that's why we're here, to explore the limits of this invention.\"\n\n\"How does it work?\"\n\nDr. Ignatovich clear his throat and began to explain, \"The theory driving the Dream Machine is that dreams, are in fact another realm beyond our third dimensional existence, the fourth dimension if you well that we can access only in certain states, such as sleep, trance, and controversially, death. Basically, we believe that you live a different life when you are dreaming than when you are awake, and that in death, you would cross over to the other side. This machine is meant to make contact with the other side.\"\n\nI stare at the the Doctor for a good few minutes, wondering if he is insane, \"If I hadn't read about your credentials I would have though you were mad.\"\n\nThe Doctor merely smiled, \"Unfortunately, many do, now, what say we get started?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dr. Ignatovich's assistant, Alice, a pretty University Student was helping me into the machine.\n\nI laid down in the machine, the strange helmet like thing covering my hand.\n\n\"Please relax\", instructed Dr. Ignatovich, \"this will only hurt...for bit...\"\n\n\"Why did you need me again?\"\n\n\"Because your desire to see your wife again will aid you in navigating the dreams-cape. This desire will also act as an anchor to help avoid losing yourself in the other-side.\"\n\n\"I see.\"\n\n\"Are you ready?\"\n\n\"yes\"\n\nI hear the Doctor order his assistants to began activating the machine, I hear levers being pulled, valves being turn.\n\nA low hum can be heard as the machine powered up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was staring at blackness. Pure absolute, obfuscating darkness.\n\nThere was a splatter of white near me.\n\nI approach it.\n\nIt was shaped vaguely like a man, with a large mouth and two glowing blue orbs where its eyes should be.\n\nIt turn at my approach.\n\nI tried to speak, but what came out was my thoughts.\n\nWho are you?\n\nThe entity in front look at me for a moment, then its eyes seem to widen.\n\nYou're from the other side!\n\nYes I am. Who are you?\n\nMy name is.....Simon, I think. Yes, that was my name.\n\nSimon, can you answer some questions for me?\n\nSure, what do you want to know?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What is this place?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is the border between the other side and your side. It is a separation through time, but not space. Time is not linear, so we are neither in the future nor the past, but in space-time perpendicular to your continuum.\n\nWhen people in your world dream, they exist here. When we dream, we exist there. When you die, you are born here. When we die, we are born there. We are separate, yet connected.\n\nDo you have another question?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am something you cannot truly understand. I am a...parallel existence. An alternate evolution to your own, not through space like animals on Earth, but through time. You can call me a spirit, a god, a Deva, or even alien.\n\nI am human, but not human.\n\nDo you have another question?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"No, I got everything I need\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Simon nod his head, then he looked behind me.\n\nWondering what he saw, I turn around and see a large golden thread leading away into the depth of the darkness.\n\nWhat is this?,I thought.\n\nA lifeline, it connects your dream body to your actual body, so that you may return to your side. If your body should die, the thread will snap, and you will be stranded here.\n\nI watched as the thread began to pull itself into the darkness, and moments later it began to pull me away.\n\nWhat's happening!?\n\nSomeone is calling you back...Goodbye....perhaps we will meet again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I woke with a start, hearing the hum of the machine die down. I removed my helmet, and look at the eager face of Dr. Ignatovich and concerned face of Alice.\n\n\"Well?\", the Doctor demanded.\n\n\"A success\", I replied, \"I made contact with a entity called Simon and he answered some of my questions.\"\n\nThe Doctor look at me sharply when I mentioned Simon, \"Did you say...Simon?\"\n\n\"Yeah, what's the matter?\"\n\nThe Doctor look away for a moment than turn back to me, \"Simon was the name of my previous assistant. He...was electrocuted to death when he volunteer to test the first prototype of the Dream Machine.\"\n\nAlice gasp when the doctor mentioned this.\n\nI felt angry, \"Wait, you put me in a machine that murdered its previous user?\"\n\n\"That was the prototype, this is a working model.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Please, free me, this place is scary, let me go....\n\nPlease let me go.....\n\nWait! you! Please help me....\n\nI know you....\n\nI saw you somewhere before...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I got up.\n\nI got dressed.\n\nI ate breakfast.\n\nThere was no experiments scheduled for today, so what should I do?\n\nI mulled over my options." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You visit the town to shop for things." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The town was like a place frozen in time, it had 19th to 20th century style buildings, open air markets, and people in old European folk clothing.\n\nThere were many stalls, stands, and the like that were open, it was early so the crowd was very thin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check out the fruits & vegetable stand" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Very nice selection of apples and oranges. I got one of each to enjoy back at the Research Center." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I got up.\n\nI got dressed.\n\nI ate breakfast.\n\nThere was no experiments scheduled for today, so what should I do?\n\nI mulled over my options." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You explore the Research Centre" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have to decide where to go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dr. Ignatovich's Office" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Office was empty, but I saw a few files littering the floor along with a old book that fell out of the shelves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is the border between the other side and your side. It is a separation through time, but not space. Time is not linear, so we are neither in the future nor the past, but in space-time perpendicular to your continuum.\n\nWhen people in your world dream, they exist here. When we dream, we exist there. When you die, you are born here. When we die, we are born there. We are separate, yet connected.\n\nDo you have another question?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"No, I got everything I need\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Simon nod his head, then he looked behind me.\n\nWondering what he saw, I turn around and see a large golden thread leading away into the depth of the darkness.\n\nWhat is this?,I thought.\n\nA lifeline, it connects your dream body to your actual body, so that you may return to your side. If your body should die, the thread will snap, and you will be stranded here.\n\nI watched as the thread began to pull itself into the darkness, and moments later it began to pull me away.\n\nWhat's happening!?\n\nSomeone is calling you back...Goodbye....perhaps we will meet again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was staring at blackness. Pure absolute, obfuscating darkness.\n\nThere was a splatter of white near me.\n\nI approach it.\n\nIt was shaped vaguely like a man, with a large mouth and two glowing blue orbs where its eyes should be.\n\nIt turn at my approach.\n\nI tried to speak, but what came out was my thoughts.\n\nWho are you?\n\nThe entity in front look at me for a moment, then its eyes seem to widen.\n\nYou're from the other side!\n\nYes I am. Who are you?\n\nMy name is.....Simon, I think. Yes, that was my name.\n\nSimon, can you answer some questions for me?\n\nSure, what do you want to know?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am something you cannot truly understand. I am a...parallel existence. An alternate evolution to your own, not through space like animals on Earth, but through time. You can call me a spirit, a god, a Deva, or even alien.\n\nI am human, but not human.\n\nDo you have another question?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, the door connecting to the rail-car in front opened and a raven haired woman pushed a food-cart through. Her skin was pale, her eyes brown. She smiled at me.\n\n\"Do you wish for anything sir?\"\n\nI glance at the selection of digestibles on the cart and decided..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"A cup of Earl Grey would be nice\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman smiled and prepared a tea tray supporting a teacup on a tea saucer, a small teapot, and a sugar-bowl with a tiny spoon. She poured the light brown tea into the the teacup and handed the tray to me.\n\n\"Here you go sir!\"\n\nI thanked her, paid her, then took a tentative sip. The hot liquid moving down my throat, causing a burst of heat to spread through my body, down my spine, and into my fingertips.\n\nThe woman smiled, than push the cart down to the next rail-car.\n\nI drank the rest of Earl Grey, ignoring the sugar, never did like it.\n\nI felt warmth.\n\nI felt kindness.\n\nI felt content.,\n\nand just like that I fell asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sudden stopping of the train startled me awake. I glance outside at a empty train station. This is the last stop.\n\nThe doors slide open and I step out amongst a dozen others.\n\nI can make out a small town near the train station, old 19th century style buildings dominated the settlement.\n\nI make my way through the town, heading higher and higher up, towards the barren path that lead up the mountains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, the door connecting to the rail-car in front opened and a raven haired woman pushed a food-cart through. Her skin was pale, her eyes brown. She smiled at me.\n\n\"Do you wish for anything sir?\"\n\nI glance at the selection of digestibles on the cart and decided..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I'll have a loaf of fresh bread please\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman smiled and took out a plate with a loaf of steaming bread on it. She handed it to me.\n\n\"Here you go sir!\"\n\nI thanked her, paid her, then tore into the bread, ripping off large chunks as I ravenously chewed on it.\n\nThe woman smiled, than push the cart down to the next rail-car.\n\nI ate the rest of the bread in peace, savoring the flavor, the soft white meat within its baked exterior.\n\nI felt warmth.\n\nI felt kindness.\n\nI felt content.,\n\nand just like that I fell asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sudden stopping of the train startled me awake. I glance outside at a empty train station. This is the last stop.\n\nThe doors slide open and I step out amongst a dozen others.\n\nI can make out a small town near the train station, old 19th century style buildings dominated the settlement.\n\nI make my way through the town, heading higher and higher up, towards the barren path that lead up the mountains." } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 176, 108, 153, 159, 77, 32, 16, 36 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of fan fiction, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Serious\"\n\n\n\"A short piece of fanfic, based on the Hell Girl anime.\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your name is Miyuki Takeda. Otherwise known as \"Mayumi's sister.\"\n\nSince the day you were born, it seems you have been in her shadow. Twins, but not equal. Never equal.\n\nMayumi has always been the pretty one, the clever one. Everybody's favorite.\n\nI know what you're thinking. This is one of those petty revenge dramas. Neglected Miyuki takes vengeance on her sister for being loved more than she is. But you're better than that.\n\nYou've never been jealous of Mayumi. Not once. You love your sister.\n\nBut she doesn't love you. Strangely enough, she's the jealous one. It's almost as if she fears that someday, everyone will realize that she really isn't smarter or better than you. And then she won't be the favorite any more.\n\nIt started slowly. Little unkind things she'd say, little acts of cruelty. You tried to pretend it wasn't happening. You still do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Playing in the Park" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everyone! I've got a great new idea for a game!\"\n\nIt's Saturday afternoon, and you and your sister are with your friends, playing in the park.\n\nAs usual, Mayumi has taken charge. She always come up with the best games. Everyone has so much fun! Well, almost everyone. You didn't really like last week's game. But you didn't want to spoil everyone else's fun.\n\n\"This game is called 'Outlaw.' One of us will be the outlaw, and the others will form a posse to hunt them down and capture them.\"\n\nThis doesn't sound too bad. Not like 'Safari Hunter' last week, where you were the lion, and everyone threw water balloons at you.\n\n\"Who should be the outlaw first? Hmmm. . . Miyuki! Why don't you go first?\"\n\n\"I don't know, Mayumi. Why don't you pick someone else?\"\n\n\"Isn't that just like my selfish sister? I'm nice enough to let her go first, and she acts like that. If it's too much trouble, Miyuki, you don't have to play with us!\"\n\n\"No, no, Mayumi. I want to play, I just. . .\"\n\n\"Good. Then you're the Outlaw. You have ten seconds to run.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hiding" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So you run.\n\nYou find a tiny shallow beneath a stone sculpture where you can cower. It's cramped and dirty, but you feel fairly sure Mayumi can't find you here.\n\nAs you crouch in the damp crater, you can hear two women chatting on a nearby park bench.\n\n\"Have you heard about the Hell Correspondence?\"\n\n\"Is that the cursed website?\"\n\n\"Yeah, they say if you log on at midnight, you can summon the Hell Girl to take vengeance for you!\"\n\nHell Correspondence. . . sounds scary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Found you!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a triumphant shout, Mayumi grabs you by the hair and drags you out from under the statue.\n\n\"Ow! Mayumi, you're pulling too hard!\"\n\n\"Quiet, Outlaw! I'm taking you in!\"\n\nShe drags you over to the rest of the group.\n\n\"Good job, Mayumi! Way to go!\" They applaud her success.\n\n\"So now does somebody else get to be the Outlaw?\" you ask hopefully.\n\n\"No, dummy. Now we bring you to justice, Texas style!\"\n\n\"Um, what does that mean?\"\n\n\"Quiet, bandit. You don't get to talk till it's time for your last words! Rei, hand me that jump rope. Good. Sho, you and Takeshi can use this to tie Miyuki to that tree over there.\"\n\n\"I don't wanna. . .\"\n\n\"Come on Miyuki, it's just a game.\"\n\"Yeah, Miyuki, just play along.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go along with the game" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You let Sho and Takeshi tie you to the tree.\n\n\"Rei, you can hide next.\"\n\nEveryone runs off and leaves you tied to the tree. Everyone but Mayumi. She stands there, watching you intently, as if she's expecting something to happen soon.\n\nThen you spot them.\n\n\"Mayumi, there are ants all over this tree!\"\n\n\"I know. That's Texas style justice. We tie you up and let the ants get you.\"\n\n\"Mayumi! No!\"\n\n\"Don't be such a little crybaby, Miyuki.\"\n\nYou struggle and shriek as the ants crawl all over you, but you are tightly fastened to the tree. Mayumi just watches, smiling slightly.\n\nOf course, when the other children come to see why you're making such a racket, Mayumi claims to have only just arrived, and scolds Sho and Takeshi for not noticing the ants before they tied you up.\n\nYou consider telling the other kids what really happened, but you know they won't believe you.\n\nYou are rapidly reaching the conclusion that your life cannot continue this way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hell Correspondence" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Late that night, when your parents are sleeping, you sneak into the computer room and log onto the website.\n\n\"We will take revenge on your behalf\"\n\nThat's all it says. And below that, a box to enter. . .\n\nMayumi's name?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Typing" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hands shaking, you type into the box:\n\n\"Hell Girl, please kill Mayumi Takeda.\"\n\nThe screen goes black, and you cower, awaiting confirmation of your dark deed.\n\nBut nothing happens.\n\nDisappointed, you try again, but you can't seem to access the site. A 404 file not found error is the only thing that comes up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next Day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing has changed at all.\n\nYou try to avoid her, but Mayumi corners you in the upstairs hallway.\n\n\"Come on, Miyuki, let's go outside and play together!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You push past her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mayumi drops to the ground as you push past. She pauses, then deliberately thumps her head against the wall, loud enough to attract your mother's attention, and begins crying.\n\nYou get spanked for being a bully, and are forced to apologize to Mayumi. She smiles sweetly and says she is sure it was an accident, and you didn't mean for her to fall. Your mother beams proudly at her sweet, forgiving daughter before ordering you into your room for the rest of the day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In your room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie on your bed and cry, muffling your tears with your pillow.\n\nWhen you open your eyes, everything is different.\n\nYou are outside, the sun is setting.\n\nA young girl with dark hair and red eyes is standing before you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"My name is Ai\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where am I? What is this place?\"\n\n\"My name is Ai. You've summoned me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"This is for you\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is for you.\"\n\nShe hands you a straw doll." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing has changed at all.\n\nYou try to avoid her, but Mayumi corners you in the upstairs hallway.\n\n\"Come on, Miyuki, let's go outside and play together!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go outside and play" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once outside, Mayumi shoves you into a mud puddle and runs back into the house crying \"Mother, come quick, Miyuki fell down!\"\n\nYour mother pulls you into the house. \"Why on earth were you playing in the mud, Miyuki?\"\n\n\"I. . . I wasn't. . .\" you stammer. \"Mayumi pushed me.\"\n\nMayumi's lower lip trembles. Tears well in her eyes. \"Why would you say those horrible things about me, Miyuki?\"\n\nYour mother angrily orders you to your room.\n\nAs you head up the stairs, you can hear Mayumi's voice. \"Why does Miyuki hate me, Mother?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In your room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lie on your bed and cry, muffling your tears with your pillow.\n\nWhen you open your eyes, everything is different.\n\nYou are outside, the sun is setting.\n\nA young girl with dark hair and red eyes is standing before you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a triumphant shout, Mayumi grabs you by the hair and drags you out from under the statue.\n\n\"Ow! Mayumi, you're pulling too hard!\"\n\n\"Quiet, Outlaw! I'm taking you in!\"\n\nShe drags you over to the rest of the group.\n\n\"Good job, Mayumi! Way to go!\" They applaud her success.\n\n\"So now does somebody else get to be the Outlaw?\" you ask hopefully.\n\n\"No, dummy. Now we bring you to justice, Texas style!\"\n\n\"Um, what does that mean?\"\n\n\"Quiet, bandit. You don't get to talk till it's time for your last words! Rei, hand me that jump rope. Good. Sho, you and Takeshi can use this to tie Miyuki to that tree over there.\"\n\n\"I don't wanna. . .\"\n\n\"Come on Miyuki, it's just a game.\"\n\"Yeah, Miyuki, just play along.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You refuse to play" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone calls you a crybaby and a spoilsport. You're unhappy, but at least you are away from Mayumi for the rest of the afternoon.\n\nYou decide to go to the library and read for a while. It's peaceful and quiet, and you start to think maybe you were wrong about Mayumi.\n\nWhen you get home, your mother is waiting.\n\n\"I'm very disappointed in you, Miyuki!\"\n\n\"What? What's the matter?\"\n\n\"Don't play dumb with me, little missy! Upstairs, now!\"\n\nApparently, Mayumi went home crying, telling your mother that you pushed her off the swings and she fell. She even has a fresh scrape on her knee to prove it.\n\nYou get spanked for being a bully, and are forced to apologize to Mayumi. She smiles sweetly and says she is sure it was an accident, and you didn't mean for her to fall. Your mother beams proudly at her sweet, forgiving daughter before ordering you into your room for the rest of the night.\n\nYou are rapidly reaching the conclusion that your life cannot continue this way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hell Correspondence" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Late that night, when your parents are sleeping, you sneak into the computer room and log onto the website.\n\n\"We will take revenge on your behalf\"\n\nThat's all it says. And below that, a box to enter. . .\n\nMayumi's name?" } ]

[ "Humor", "Part of Series" ]

[ 61, 54, 77, 75, 22, 6, 6, 4 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "[Genres: sci-fi] [Tags: Humor] [Description: Out of holiday time boredom, Miccy2000 has made a return to the site for an indeterminate period and figured he might as well release this silly little game that he never finished. No doubt it's effin glitchy, so my apologies- do let me know in the comments of any significant problems you encounter, it would be much appreciated- game updates are noted on bottom of description.\nDESCRIPTION\nSo, you were dissappointed last time when the closest you got to being a 'supervillian' was teleporting out of a phone booth like some GTA-Vulcan retard sub-species?\nWell, prepare for less, or more dissappointment, in the continuing adventures of YOU as you try as hard as possible to stay alive and make as much many as possible, in:\nWHO STILL WANTS TO BE A SUPERVILLIAN?\nCREDITS: The story, or lack of, and all the awesome semi-mediocre illustrations are done by me.\nUPDATES\n26/12/11: Thanks to urnam0 for pointing out failures to pay the player for certain missions, also added a couple of new crimes.\n31/12/11: The mugging crime wasn't always paying you the right amount, fixed it.Do let me know if you find any glitches, thanks.] [Mode: Interactive Storyteller]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know what I love about first timers?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Well, while they're getting teleported, they're just a bunch of ripped apart particles. And then when they get here, they get put back together, and.....\"\n\n\"What? Does it.... hurt?\"\n\nThe second trooper laughs at his comrade.\n\n\"Oooohh yeah.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It Hurts" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yeah, way to go dumbass, jump into a giant hole and get your atoms ripped apart 'cause some weirdo on the phone told you to, great fricken idea.\n\nYou scream and writhe and throw up on the floor, as the two guards drag you to the next room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why are you here?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In two hours, you sit in a chair, in a brightly lit room. The silver desk in front of you, and the man quietly sitting in it waving at you, slowly appear to you as you get your vision back.\n\n\"So, you're finally over the teleportation effects, huh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Yes, I suppose...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So, do you know why you're here?\"\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\n\"Of course you do. You stepped into some phone booth and jumped down a hole so now you're here, that simple. Any questions?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Where am I?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I can tell you that. You're at Evil Corp, the biggest corporation for evil supervillians ever constructed. Except for that fast food company, the one with the clown.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What does Evil Corp do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "RANDOM NAMELESS GUY: Well, evil stuff of course! Anything to make a profit, and of course get us closer to our ultimate goal- world domination!\n\nHe laughs maniacally.\n\nWell, he's creeping you out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What was the weird teleporty thingy I came in?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "SCARY NAMELESS GUY: Well, that was all actually a, I dunno, dream. A computer simulation we constructed so you could show us your potential. And you did that rather well.\n\n\"But, I saw myself dissolve, I felt my atoms ripped apart....\"\n\nSCARY NAMELESS GUY: Yeah, I bet it hurt heaps too. We just simulated that. In fact, those two guards you might've heard talking when you got out-\"\n\n\"They weren't real either?\"\n\nSCARY NAMELESS GUY: Nope, this was all fake. Teleportation is risky business, nine out of ten people reatomise inside out or as a random everyday object. We went through nine recruits before we figured that out. That chair you're sitting on was the ninth one.\"\n\n\"Oh. Ew.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Why did you bring me here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well sir, I want you to take over Evil Corp! I'm going to fly over to Cuba and start up my new business venture, Taco Corp! We're gonna specialise in the production and sale of tacos, as you may have concluded.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I see....\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, that's about it. The only real question left now, is this....\n\n'Do you want a taco? They're made- oh wait, you probably want to know what you're going to DO to take over Evil Corp! Well, basically, I'm gonna give you this identification key and send you out on your way, where you must make your own journey to New York, the location of Evil Corp's headquarters!\"\n\nHe shoves a paper bag in your hand, gives you your keycard and leaves the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "RANDOM NAMELESS GUY: Well, evil stuff of course! Anything to make a profit, and of course get us closer to our ultimate goal- world domination!\n\nHe laughs maniacally.\n\nWell, he's creeping you out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Why did you bring me here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well sir, I want you to take over Evil Corp! I'm going to fly over to Cuba and start up my new business venture, Taco Corp! We're gonna specialise in the production and sale of tacos, as you may have concluded.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I can tell you that. You're at Evil Corp, the biggest corporation for evil supervillians ever constructed. Except for that fast food company, the one with the clown.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What was the teleporty thingy I came in?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "SCARY NAMELESS GUY: Well, that was all actually a, I dunno, dream. A computer simulation we constructed so you could show us your potential. And you did that rather well.\n\n\"But, I saw myself dissolve, I felt my atoms ripped apart....\"\n\nSCARY NAMELESS GUY: Yeah, I bet it hurt heaps too. We just simulated that. In fact, those two guards you might've heard talking when you got out-\"\n\n\"They weren't real either?\"\n\nSCARY NAMELESS GUY: Nope, this was all fake. Teleportation is risky business, nine out of ten people reatomise inside out or as a random everyday object. We went through nine recruits before we figured that out. That chair you're sitting on was the ninth one.\"\n\n\"Oh. Ew.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In two hours, you sit in a chair, in a brightly lit room. The silver desk in front of you, and the man quietly sitting in it waving at you, slowly appear to you as you get your vision back.\n\n\"So, you're finally over the teleportation effects, huh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Who the hell are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha, I'm not telling you that! So, do you know why you're here?\"\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\n\"Of course you do. You stepped into some phone booth and jumped down a hole so now you're here, that simple. Any questions?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Where am I?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I can tell you that. You're at Evil Corp, the biggest corporation for evil supervillians ever constructed. Except for that fast food company, the one with the clown.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ha, I'm not telling you that! So, do you know why you're here?\"\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\n\"Of course you do. You stepped into some phone booth and jumped down a hole so now you're here, that simple. Any questions?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What was the teleporty thingy I came in?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "SCARY NAMELESS GUY: Well, that was all actually a, I dunno, dream. A computer simulation we constructed so you could show us your potential. And you did that rather well.\n\n\"But, I saw myself dissolve, I felt my atoms ripped apart....\"\n\nSCARY NAMELESS GUY: Yeah, I bet it hurt heaps too. We just simulated that. In fact, those two guards you might've heard talking when you got out-\"\n\n\"They weren't real either?\"\n\nSCARY NAMELESS GUY: Nope, this was all fake. Teleportation is risky business, nine out of ten people reatomise inside out or as a random everyday object. We went through nine recruits before we figured that out. That chair you're sitting on was the ninth one.\"\n\n\"Oh. Ew.\"" } ]

[ "Biblical", "Horror", "Romance", "Serious" ]

[ 100, 60, 97, 89, 31, 14, 11, 26 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of love & dating, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Biblical, Horror, Romance, Serious\"\n\n\n\"Take control of Jacob, a young settler in New England in the late 17th Century. A tale of romance, horror and strange supernatural creatures awaits you in the odd and interesting woods that surround your home.\nWell, this is just a short little romance-horror thing I made in three days to distract me from other projects. I hope you enjoy!\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk through the undergrowth, a rifle leaning against your shoulder that you struggle to keep from dropping. You rush to keep up with father, who is seemingly oblivious to how fast you're having to walk.\n\n\"Come on, boy!\" father said, his fingers scratching at his thick black mustache.\n\nAs you walked out of the confines of the tight pines, you saw home. The stone and thatch cottage that was to be your home for the next few years, until you became of age to find your own place, stood there in the fields. Overgrown fields lay to the West and South, a trickling stream East and the vast forest you'd been walking to took up the North. Judging from the cart sitting alongside it, Mother and Meredith were already here.\n\nThe family was tiny by all accounts. Mother was prone to bouts of sickness, making her womb a barren place for a child to be born. Although they had tried all their life, and continued trying despite even you recognizing the futility of the action, two children was all they'd ever have. It was you and Meredith, the \"miracle twins\" as the doctor who delivered you liked to say, that would be the only ones that had survived. The number of miscarriages had clearly taken its toll on Mother, who was fond of siting my the fire, staring into it as she said her rosaries. From Father's stories she was a wild and untamed girl as a child, a rebellious soul that Father had been ensnared by. Whoever Father speaks so fondly off, its no longer Mother.\n\nFather still retained some joy, a love of the land and and a love of nature, although the glimmer of excitement in his eyes was becoming rarer and rarer as time passed.\n\nThat left Meredith. While father's love of nature and positive nature had been instilled in you when you were younger when Father still held the hope of a large family that Mother had long abandoned, Mother's cold, distant nature took hold of Meredith. She wasn't as bad as mother, but she was a pain to play with and even worse to talk to.\n\nAll in all, this turned you into the child you are. Without many friends, you've become quite lonely, but there is a certain peacefulness in nature you just adore. With the birds nesting in the trees singing to you, the hares bounding carefree underfoot among the undergrowth and eyes of a thousand beasts and creatures staring at you, you could never truly be lonely in the woods. You'd do your chores and feel the burden of labor required to survive in such a harsh time, but then, you were free to walk under the protection of the greak oaks and pines and gaze at the glory of nature.\n\nYou run down along the fields, hefting the weight of the rifle in your hands as father jogs ahead. Soon, you run up to the porch to find mother and Meredith unpacking. You put your gun in the rack, looking at them.\n\n\"What can I do now, father?\" you ask.\n\n\"Nothing, boy. It's up to mother and Meredith to do the unpacking and prepare the catch, Papa says, pulling off his hunting sack and pulling out two hares, their necks broken. \"I'll tell you what. Get the bearings of the forest for me, lad. Scout out for any hare paths or wild fruit growing or deer grazing areas.\"\n\n\"Got it, father,\" you nod, grabbing your rifle once more and swinging around to walk back outside again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head to the woods" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin wandering up towards the trees, holding your gun tightly in your hands. Whilst nature is no doubt a sanctuary to your young mind to find tranquility, there's many dangers hidden. You point your rifle, making a loud bang sound as you picture yourself shooting a large grizzly bear like that your grandfather had stuffed in his cabin.\n\nYou reach the trees, leaning against a large, thick Oak tree and taking a deep breath, taking in all the scents the forest offers you. Your eyes scan the forest, quickly spotting several points of interest. Among the underbrush you spot a slightly trampled hare path, no doubt leading to wherever's a good spot to graze. There's also the stream, which you could wander along for a fair distance in search of anything worth seeing without getting lost. Finally, there's a large oak tree with lots of strong branches. Perfect for climbing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head along the hare path" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin following the hare path, trudging along with your rifle in hand. You're far from a good shot, but still the thought of bagging another hare fills your mind. Your eyes flicker along the path for the black eyes of a hare staring back. You hear magpies singing overhead as a few peek from their treetop nests. It's a lovely forest, that's for sure.\n\nSuddenly, you hear something. You quickly turn, dropping to your knee to raise your rifle into a firing position to bag your prey as father always does. You don't, clumsily tripping and hitting yourself in the face with the gun. Still, you're getting better. You push the gun off yourself as your rub your nose, before hopping up to a kneeling position. You stare at where the noise came from. Through the blurred visage of your watery eyes, you see in th distance a pale figure,, sprinting past the trees with unnatural speed. You heft your gun to your shoulder and aim, not knowing whether to fire or not. You don't want to miss a chance to take out a… whatever creature that is, but you're unsure whether that's even a good idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pull the trigger as the gun bucks in your hands, sending you falling onto your back. You push the gun off you, as you rub your eyes, peeking through the trees. You didn't hit it, you don't think. A quick jog over confirms this. You sigh, strolling back to your gun and hefting it up. You spend another hour searching for any trace of the creature, but find neither sight nor sound of it. With that, you tredge back home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Labor and Duty\n\nYou never do see the figure again. You venture out looking for it a few more times, but you never do. You must've frightened it. No bother. As you grow taller, stronger and smarter, father assures you that soon, it'll be time for you to finally leave and get your own home, your own wife, and your own family.\n\nYou suppose he's write. It's your duty to God and nation to build a strong family like that which raised you. That's what expected of you, and that's what you'll do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You begin following the hare path, trudging along with your rifle in hand. You're far from a good shot, but still the thought of bagging another hare fills your mind. Your eyes flicker along the path for the black eyes of a hare staring back. You hear magpies singing overhead as a few peek from their treetop nests. It's a lovely forest, that's for sure.\n\nSuddenly, you hear something. You quickly turn, dropping to your knee to raise your rifle into a firing position to bag your prey as father always does. You don't, clumsily tripping and hitting yourself in the face with the gun. Still, you're getting better. You push the gun off yourself as your rub your nose, before hopping up to a kneeling position. You stare at where the noise came from. Through the blurred visage of your watery eyes, you see in th distance a pale figure,, sprinting past the trees with unnatural speed. You heft your gun to your shoulder and aim, not knowing whether to fire or not. You don't want to miss a chance to take out a… whatever creature that is, but you're unsure whether that's even a good idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hold fire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hold fire, as the creature continues sprinting through the forest. You stare curiously at it, before it disappears from view. Fascinating. You lower yourself from the branch to see if you can spot it from a lower angle, but sadly its completely disappeared. No bother, you'll make an attempt to find out what kind of creature it was another day. Time to head home and report your findings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't see any other sight of the creature, or figure, or whatever it was. You grab your gun, hefting it up to your shoulder once more, as you begin strolling home.\n\nIt's only a short walk back home. When you arrive, mother and Meredith are putting away the last of your family's possessions, while father sits by the fireplace, cleaning his rifle.\n\n\"Jacob, what did you find?\" he asks.\n\n\"There was some creature in the woods that was really pale and I saw it but I didn't shoot it bec...\"\n\n\"No creature's pale in the woods that I can think of,\" father interrupts. \"Wouldn't be good for them. Their skin's meant to hide them in the foliage, not help them stand out.\"\n\n\"We need to get a fire going before night. It's getting colder,\" father says. \"Let's get your chores started. Get to work gathering firewood.\"\n\n\"Got it, father,\" you say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two Hours Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stare at the bowl of rabbit stew in front of you, lapping your lips as mother continues setting the dinner down on the table.\n\n\"Alright, let's pray,\" father says, as you all make the sign of the cross.\n\nYou bow your head as you all grab each others hands and hold them tightly to pray to the Lord.\n\n\"Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty,\" you all say in unison. \"Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.\"\n\nYou release your hold on Meredith and mother's hands, making the sign of the cross. Then, you eagerly dig into your food. You devour it, licking the last trace that the bowl in front of you ever even held food within two minutes. You slap the bowl down on the plate with a sigh of the joy that can only come from alleviating hunger. You wait for your family to finish eating, tapping the edge of the table out of boredom. After a few minutes, the rest of them finish eating, and you make the sign of the cross once more, before you join hands once more.\n\n\"We give Thee thanks, Almighty God, for all Thy benefits, and for the poor souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, may they rest in peace. Amen,\" you all say, before making the sign of the cross a final time.\n\n\"Jacob, go check on the goats,\" mother says. \"Meredith, help me cleaning the bowls.\"\n\nYou nod, standing and pushing in your chair, hurrying to the doorway and grabbing your coat as you pull it on. You walk outside, quickly heading towards the goat shed, where Nick and Puck lie on their bed of hay. They're well fed and watered, and seem contented. You turn to walk back inside, before seeing movement up in the trees.\n\nThen, you hear the noise. A horrible, long, incredibly loud, screeching howl that penetrates your very core. You feel an urge to run and flee from the noise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hide behind the goat shed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly cower behind the goat shed, terrified of the thought of whoever made that howl coming for you. Suddenly, father bursts from the house, his rifle in his hands.\n\n\"What was that?\" he barks out, his knuckles white from how tightly he's clutching the rifle.\n\nYou point up towards the trees, bathed in the pale moonlight.\n\n\"It came from there!\" you say.\n\nFather pauses, staring up nervously. He leans into the doorway, grabbing the crucifix that hangs there to watch over you as you eat. He hands you the crucifix, as you take it.\n\n\"I want that on you whenever you enter the woods, understood?\" he asks, as you nod. \"I'll have the crucifix for the house replaced in the morning. Just try and get some sleep, OK?\"\n\nYou nod, as you begin to trudge off to bed. Despite being exhausted, you know you won't sleep much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Next Day..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not sending him out there alone! We'll be fine, we'll go quickly!\" father says.\n\n\"I need help with fixing the shed, Ezekiel!\" mother replies.\n\n\"Jacob can do it, I'll set up the traps!\" father says.\n\n\"Jacob's not strong enough to life the blocks, Ezekiel!\"\n\nFather sighs, looking at you. It's not your place to get involved in the arguing and even though as the wife mother shouldn't be arguing with father, she's right. You're losing daylight fast as the day progresses. One of you needs to set up the traps and one should fix the shed, and you simply can't do the latter.\n\n\"I can go, father,\" you say.\n\nFather's still nervous about the creature he heard last night, despite admitting he's not sure what it is. Still, with your rifle and God's protection, you know it won't be able to harm you.\n\nFather sighs, his big brow furrowing and his mustache drooping.\n\n\"Alright,\" he says. \"Don't stray too far, understood?\"\n\n\"I understand,\" you answer.\n\n\"Take your crucifix, your rifle and my trapping pack, and be back in two hours, or I'm coming lookingn for you, understood?\"\n\n\"I understand,\" you repeat.\n\nFather stares up at the forest, slowly blowing out air between his teeth, before nodding.\n\n\"Go.\"\n\nYou quickly race to grab your father's hunting pack, grabbing the leather pack and swinging it over your shoulder. With your left hand you grab your rifle, struggling to keep it propped up against your shoulder. With your right hand, you hold your crucifix tightly, and head off into the woods." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk along the hare path, your rifle and crucifix held tightly in your hands. You find another good spot for a simple snare trap, beginning to tie up your loop as you peer among the branches for one that could be used for the snare. Suddenly, you hear a branch breaking. You drop the loop, twirling around to point your gun. Thankfully, you don't hit yourself in the face with your rifle. You peer through the trees, seeing the flash of pale flesh from yesterday." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Investigate" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You creep forward, lowering your gun as you approach the creature. You step past teh tree, finding a young girl, around your age.\n\nThe girl has long, dirty blond hair and very pale skin. You blush and consider averting your eyes as you notice she's completely naked, before settling on focusing on her stares. She crouches over a dead hare, her hands tearing flesh from the creature as she greedily lifts it up and devours it. You stare at her in shock, before she looks up, staring at you. Her face is covered in the hare's blood, her long hair tussled with twigs and dirt in it. Her hands are covered in blood, and she wears a carved wooden ring. The thing that grabs your attention is her eyes. They're bright, shockingly blue that seem to entrap you, and you find yourself unable to say a word.\n\n\"Hello,\" she says, staring at you.\n\n\"I-I...,\" you stutter, stumbling over your words.\n\nYou both stare at each other, before the girl finally holds up the hare.\n\n\"Want some?\" she asks.\n\n\"N-no thanks,\" you say. \"I'm Jacob.\"\n\n\"I'm Rose,\" she replies.\n\n\"Do you live here?\" you ask, not knowing what else to say.\n\n\"I live all over the woods,\" she replies. \"Have you moved into the cottage?\"\n\nYou nod, as she resumes the eating of the dead hare.\n\n\"That's not cooked,\" you say.\n\n\"No,\" she replies.\n\nYou know you have some bread in your pack, and you can see apples hanging nearby. Perhaps you should offer her something less... disgusting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You offer her bread" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open your pack, pulling out a piece of bread and offering it to her.\n\n\"Here, have some of this,\" you say.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she says, tearing off a piece of the bread and chewing it. She winces, opening her mouth and spitting out the bread.\n\n\"It tastes rotten,\" she says.\n\nYou take a bite out of the bread, chewing it and swallowing in. It tastes perfectly fine. Still, Rose resumes eating her hare flesh.\n\n\"I like your ring,\" you say, not knowing what else to say.\n\n\"Thanks,\" the girl replies. \"I made it myself.\"\n\n\"Do you mind if I ask a question?\" you ask, as the girl smiles.\n\n\"That's a question,\" she says.\n\n\"I mean, like another question,\" you say.\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"Why aren't you wearing clothes?\"\n\nThe girl looks down at her naked body, seemingly only noticing it for the first time.\n\n\"Oh,\" she says, blushing. \"Um... I don't know. I don't have any clothes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You offer to get her one of Meredith's dresses" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have a sister. She's as big as you. I can get you one of her dresses.\"\n\n\"Oh, I don't want to cause any trouble,\" she says.\n\n\"No, it's OK, I can get it,\" you say. \"I'll have to do it after I lay down my traps, but I can do it.\"\n\nRose nods, before looking at your pack.\n\n\"Why do you lay down traps?\" she asks.\n\n\"To catch prey to eat,\" you reply. \"What do you use?\"\n\n\"My hands,\" Rose says.\n\nRose pauses, nodding behind you. You slowly turn, spotting a hare sitting in the grass, seemingly oblivious to the two of you. Rose raises a finger to her lips, slowly stepping forward. Then, with unnatural speed she pounces. Rose bursts forward. You only see a blur before she stops, holding the hare with a broken neck in front of you.\n\n\"How many do you need?\" she asks.\n\n\"I don't know,\" you say.\n\n\"If you get me the dress, I can catch you a few hares,\" Rose offers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You accept her offer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"OK,\" you say. \"I won't be able to get the dress until tonight.\"\n\n\"I'll have the hares ready for then,\" Rose says. \"So, do...\"\n\n\"I need to be home soon, then,\" you say.\n\n\"Yeah, my mother will be looking for me soon. I need to go,\" Rose says.\n\n\"I'll see you tonight, OK?\" you say.\n\n\"Got it,\" Rose nods eagerly.\n\n\"OK. Goodbye, Rose,\"\n\n\"Goodbye, Jacob,\" Rose says, before sprinting off into the woods.\n\nYou watch her leave, before turning to head home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Half an Hour Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk in the door of the cottage, putting your rifle in the gun rack. Father is there, waiting for you.\n\n\"Ah, Jacob, you're back. I was getting worried,\" he says. \"Did you set up the traps?\"\n\nYou stare at him. For some reason, you feel you shouldn't tell him about the strange girl. He's always been a very puritanical person, hence the religion. When old Mister Kenneth taught a bird to sing in your last town, father wanted him burnt at the stake for witchcraft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You tell the truth" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, I...\" you say, before realizing you need to explain the whole story.\n\nFor the next while, you explain the story to father. As you talk, his brow seems to furrow and his mustache droops. He stares at you for a while, before gritting his teeth.\n\n\"There's a witch, a demon, maybe the devil himself in those woods!\" father yells, grabbing the newly made crucifix from its place in the doorway. \"You've consorted with pure evil, child. We need to head to town, find a church and pray for forgiveness for our sins!\"\n\n\"What? No, father, she was just a girl! You're talking craz...!\"\n\nFather slaps you hard, before grabbing your head and holding you close to his chest.\n\n\"Do you think the devil can't take any form which pleases him? Renounce the evil in your heart!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pray to God for forgiveness" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You drop to your knees as you've been taught to do, and clasp your hands together in prayer.\n\n\"Oh Most humane and adorable Jesus, Your endless grace and mercy flows forth,\" you say. \"Before granting the gift of absolution To earnest repenters of sinful ways, You demanded a sacrificial compensation. For a wrongful act cannot be rectified Until punishment has been accepted! Yes, for the salvation of my soul, Jesus, You accepted the price of the Cross! Grant me the grace to remain free of debts, My heart remaining flawless before You, Making Your absolution truly worthwhile!\"\n\nFather hugs you tightly, kissing you on the forehead.\n\n\"Come on, we need to get Meredith and mother and head to town. We need a priest, understood?\"\n\nYou nod, and quickly follow him to the coach as he calls for mother and Meredith, as you're lead away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Son of God\n\nYou're brought to town with your family and taken to the church, where you're blessed and you pray. After a few hours, father rounds up a posse and heads into the woods, where he searches for the so-called spawn of Satan. Nothing is found, but this push causes father to become even more religious.\n\nThe religious shift affects you. Whether real or not, you recognize your talk with the girl as sinful and you pray for redemption constantly. Eventually, you become a priest, and find yourself sanctuary in some desolate part of the wilderness.\n\nFull of self-loathing yet knowing suicide is a sin, you spend out the rest of your days in a miserable existence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, I...\" you say, before realizing you need to explain the whole story.\n\nFor the next while, you explain the story to father. As you talk, his brow seems to furrow and his mustache droops. He stares at you for a while, before gritting his teeth.\n\n\"There's a witch, a demon, maybe the devil himself in those woods!\" father yells, grabbing the newly made crucifix from its place in the doorway. \"You've consorted with pure evil, child. We need to head to town, find a church and pray for forgiveness for our sins!\"\n\n\"What? No, father, she was just a girl! You're talking craz...!\"\n\nFather slaps you hard, before grabbing your head and holding you close to his chest.\n\n\"Do you think the devil can't take any form which pleases him? Renounce the evil in your heart!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Refuse" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, father! She was just a normal girl! She...\"\n\nYour father quickly unhooks his belt, smacking it into your head as you stumble backwards.\n\n\"By the lord's name, you will repent!\" he screams, as he hits you.\n\n\"No!\" you scream in defiance.\n\nIn a mixture of anger and panic, father stands over you, beating you desperately, not knowing any other choice. He yells at you, calling you a heathen, a spawn of Satan and more. The beating goes over the top as you continue to refuse to repent. Eventually, a frustrated, enraged blow at the wrong angle ends up snapping your neck, quickly killing you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk in the door of the cottage, putting your rifle in the gun rack. Father is there, waiting for you.\n\n\"Ah, Jacob, you're back. I was getting worried,\" he says. \"Did you set up the traps?\"\n\nYou stare at him. For some reason, you feel you shouldn't tell him about the strange girl. He's always been a very puritanical person, hence the religion. When old Mister Kenneth taught a bird to sing in your last town, father wanted him burnt at the stake for witchcraft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lie" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, father, I set up the traps,\" you lie.\n\n\"Good,\" father nods. \"Now, we have more chores to do.\"\n\nYou nod, and prepare yourself for a long day of work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Later that night..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hear the soft snoring of Meredith in the bed next to you. Father and mother are in the next room, but they're definitely asleep. You slowly slide out of bed, and creep over to the closet. You slowly open the closet, pulling out a black cotton dress and slinging it over your shoulder. You creep out of the house, walking towards the woods.\n\nRose waits there. She leans against a tree, giving a little wave as she sees you approaching. When you reach her, you hold out the dress and she takes it from you, pulling it over her head and putting it on.\n\n\"How do I look?\" she smiles.\n\n\"Pretty,\" you admit, before mentally chastising yourself for being so lustful.\n\nRose smiles, and gently kisses you on the cheek. You blush, stepping back.\n\n\"Rose!\" you say, embarrassed.\n\n\"What? It was on the cheek, we're just friends! Not even my mother could think that was bad!\" she asks, confused.\n\n\"You're being lustful! We're not married, we shouldn't be...\"\n\nRose puts a finger to your lips, nodding towards the house as you remember your sleeping parents and nod.\n\n\"You're weird,\" she says, before walking into the woods. \"Come on, I'll show you where I have the hares.\"\n\nYou follow Rose into the darkness of the forest, and you walk alongside her. Soon, you find a dozen hares strung up from a tree by their neck. She cuts the rope keeping them up, and catches the string of hares as it falls, holding it out for you.\n\n\"Here,\" she says.\n\n\"That's a lot of hares,\" you say. \"Fair trade.\"\n\nRose shakes her head.\n\n\"No. If you had just laid down your snares, you would've got a few hares. I still owe you something.\"\n\n\"Like what?\" you ask.\n\n\"You're new to this place. I'll show you around.\"\n\n\"Uh, OK, \" you say.\n\nYou follow Rose around as she leads you through the forest.\n\n\"So, do you... have a house around here?\" you ask.\n\n\"Um... no. I sleep a lot of places. I used to sleep in my mother's cottage, but we don't get on. Now, I like to sleep in the trees. Find a nice big branch, hold on tightly. It's nice.\"\n\nOver the next hour, Rose shows you the things of importance in the area. The good grazing areas, the most populated hare trails, the wild vegetable and fruit patches. Eventually, you reach within sight of an old, burnt out cottage. Rose stops you before you can get close.\n\n\"That's my mother's house,\" she says.\n\n\"Oh. Did... did she die?\" you ask.\n\nRose shakes her head.\n\n\"No, no she's alive. It's just she... well, it's a long story.\"\n\n\"That place is all burnt out. No one should live there.\"\n\n\"She should,\" Rose says, spitting on the ground.\n\nRose quiets up as she leads you away from the cottage. After another few minutes, you come across a mountainous area, with a visible cave further up it.\n\n\"And that's where my father lives,\" Rose says. \"Well, sort of.\"\n\n\"Does he move around a lot?\" you ask.\n\n\"He lives in a lot of places. But he's there,\" Rose says.\n\n\"Is he a trapper, or something?\"\n\n\"No, he's a...\" Rose says, before pausing. \"Yeah, trapper's a good definition. He traps things.\"\n\nYou dismiss her comment, and continue walking. Suddenly, Rose perks up.\n\n\"What games do you know how to play?\" she asks.\n\n\"Games?\"\n\n\"Do you like tag?\" she asks.\n\n\"I don't know.\"\n\n\"I tap you and you become it, and then you have to tap me.\"\n\n\"Oh, OK,\" you say.\n\n\"So, tag,\" she says, tapping your shoulder. \"You're it.\"\n\nRose bursts off, quickly running through the trees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run after her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sprint after Rose, laughing as she playfully lets you catch up before evading your lunges at her. She dances at the edge of your reach, and you continue running through the forest.\n\nYou spend at least an hour playing but eventually, Rose leads you home. You talk for a bit more, but you arrive back at your cottage.\n\n\"Well, goodnight,\" she says.\n\n\"Goodnight, Rose,\" you reply.\n\n\"Can we do this again sometime? It's nice to have someone to be around.\"\n\nShe's right. It is nice. Your short time with Rose has been fun and really helped with your loneliness.\n\n\"Yeah. I'd like that,\" you say.\n\n\"Great,\" Rose smiles. \"See you soon.\"\n\n\"See you soon,\" you say, as you walk back to the cottage to get to bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One Month Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your secret friendship with Rose develops quite a fair bit. You have quite a bit of time to play with her. Due to your success at \"hunting\", father seems more than happy to leave you in charge of the hunting. Everyday, you head out to do the snares, Rose awaits with a string of hares for you. Then, you have a while to play and have fun, before you need to head home to avoid arising suspicion. You gift Rose with a few luxuries that she can't scavenge from the woods such as preserves, a blanket and a few other man-made goods. Father notices your rise in behavior, but he simply dismisses it as you enjoying the woods and all the time you're spending in it. Like you, Rose assures you that it's best you never meet with her parents. When asking if her parents even know of the friendship or whether they're in the dark like yours, she vaguely implies that her mother does know, and watches you two playing occasionally. You never see her, mother, but you don't mind. For now, all is good.\n\nYou run through the undergrowth desperately with all your speed, but like always, Rose is much faster than you. She taps you in the shoulder before speeidng away in the blink of an eye, stopping by a tree to lean against it for you to catch up.\n\n\"You're too fast!\" you complain.\n\n\"You're too slow,\" Rose says, sticking out her tongue.\n\n\"Let's play another game,\" you say.\n\n\"Hide and seek?\" she asks.\n\nDespite Rose's unnatural ability to find you during hide and seek, by what she claims to be \"sniffing\" despite her being far away, you have much more of a chance of success in hide and seek rather than trying to outpace her. She's faster than a deer, you'll never beat her in that field.\n\n\"Yeah, let's do hide and seek,\" she says. \"I'll be on first, if you want.\"\n\nYou nod eagerly, as she spins around on the balls of her bare feet, clasping her hands over her eyes.\n\n\"One, two, three…\" she begins to count, as you turn and sprint off into the woods.\n\nYou have a few places in mind that would make a good hiding spot. There's a little den underneath one of the trees that you could hide in. It should be easy enough to crawl into, although you've had similar hiding spots before. Still, it's one of the best spots you have, and the closest one.\n\nThere's also a more risky choice. The burnt out cottage that here mother supposedly lives in is close by. Rose says she only uses it for sleeping in, so you could hide out in there.\n\nThere's also her father's cave. It's slightly father away, but Rose seems to have an aversion to it. You could get to it if you run past enough, and hide away in there. There's been no reports of trappers in the area and Rose hasn't mentioned seeing him in a while, so you should be able to hide out there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hide in the den" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly make your way to the den, finding it in the exact spot you remembered, just squirreled away under the twisted roots of an ancient Oak. You drop to your knees, lifting yourself down into it and scrunching up. You wait patiently, closing your eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Wait" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's not long before you hear a gleeful \"Found you!\". You open your eyes and look up at Rose, who stands by the den opening with a smile.\n\n\"Ah, rats!\" you say, as Rose grabs your hand and helps pulls you out of the den.\n\n\"That was fun,\" she smiles.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm only just realizing that hide and seek is mainly one person waiting in a hiding spot,\" you say, before looking up at the sun as it falls through the sky. \"It's late. I need to get home soon.\"\n\n\"Oh come on! I didn't even get to hide yet!\" Rose complains, pouting in an exaggerated fashion.\n\n\"Sorry. You can hide first time,\" you say.\n\n\"Fine,\" Rose says. \"Come on, let's get you home.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another month later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand in the goat shed, feeding Nick and Puck. You put the rest of their feed down, walking out to talk to father. Father chops wood by the wide of the house, while mother cooks and Meredith washes clothes by the stream. You walk to father, who seems quite content. Thanks to Rose, you've been eating well, and she even brought you a full deer the other day. You had to shoot it to make it seem like you had hunted it yourself, but other than that it was a cause for celebration.\n\n\"Ah, boy! Have you checked the traps today?\"\n\n\"Not yet, father,\" you say.\n\nFather smiles, motioning towards the soup mother's making.\n\n\"Go, get some venison soup and head out. I need to head to town tomorrow. Get some salt to help the meat last through winter, and sell some of the excess meat. We're truly blessed with your hunting and trapping skills, Jacob. Thank the Lord for it. So tell me, will you come to town with me tomorrow?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agree to head to town with father tomorrow" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure, father. I'd love to.\"\n\n\"Great. I'll be seeing if there's any fathers with girls your age in the town, you know. You're getting old, and I'm sure with your strong features, ability to provide for a family and your humility to God, you'll have no trouble finding a wife. Ah, I'm talking too much. Now go, boy, have some soup and check the traps.\"\n\nYou begin walking away and head to mother, who stirs the soup slowly.\n\n\"Do you want some, Jacob?\" she asks, not looking up.\n\n\"Yes, please,\" you say, as she dumps some of the soup into a wooden bowl and hands it to you.\n\nYou say your thanks to her before praying to say the same to the Lord, and then quickly devour the soup. It's fairly delicious and both easily warms and fills you up easily. Now, you're ready to head out." } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious", "War" ]

[ 92, 100, 224, 218, 90, 25, 32, 54 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: sci-fi\nTheme: Serious, War\nDescription: *UPDATED 22 Oct 07 - When someone dies - they stay dead. Continuity problems fixed :)\nIt is the distant future. The Sol Federation is a central, slowly expanding empire, spreading forth from the Earth. Out in the far reaches, frontier worlds have banded together to form their own pocket empires, desiring independance and living harsh frontier lives on desolate worlds.\nIn the early years, the Sol Federation provided food and material support to frontier realms, but that has changed. Now they will only offer support if such realms join the Federation. Rather than give up their independance, many frontiersman have become pirate raiders, entering the borders of Federation space to steal supplies from outposts and borderworlds.\nOn the planet Mesarius V, the Armed Forces of the Sol Federation (AFSF) keep constant vigil against raiding forces. As the pilot of a Mechanised Assault Unit (M.A.U.), a twenty ton walking war machine, you are one of the defenders of Mesarius V. It is your duty to engage raiders who land on the planet surface, and to help drive them back to the frontiers empty handed.\nHowever, a threat of a different nature is approaching your world, and for a change, it may be more than you, and the entire armed forces of Mesarius V, can handle...\n(This is possibly an 'introduction story' for a series, depending on how much people like it.)\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gunship Iron Eagle Two roared through sector 205 on the rim of the Mesarius star system. The sleek aerospace vehicle, similar in form to the hi-tech attack copters of the 21st Century, was designed with a swappable engine section, allowing it to be equipped with a spacedrive for stellar travel, or a jet-boost assisted rotor section for duties planetside. Turrets swivelled slowly on either side of the Gunship's hull, mounting missile launchers and an energy cannon, while the small chin-turret at the front, below the cockpit, housed twin-plasmabolt machine guns used in anti-infantry duties while planetside.\n\nKreiger 'Wildcat' Jones sat at the front of the two-man cockpit, one hand on the pilot's joystick, the other tapping occassionally at the keys on the console in front of him. \"I'm telling you, those frontier raiders make no sense at all. I mean, all they have to do is sign up with the Federation and all their supply and maintenance problems are solved! Makes no sense they would fight for political control of a few hundred rocks in space, and waste their lives trying to steal the equipment and supplies they need. I mean, sign on the dotted line, and they get everything for free without a fight, and the planets are still theirs to do with as they please, just with a Fed governor helping make sure things are run right.\"\n\nSusa 'Spitball' Henderson sat in the gunner's seat, behind him, with a complex console that controlled targeting and weapons systems. \"I guess for some people, the 'idea' of independance is more powerful than whatever the facts of the situation might be.\"\n\nJones shook his head in frustration. \"I just don't get it, that's all. We're better armed than they are. We've got better skills, better funding. We're going to defeat them in battle pretty much every time, but raiders keep a'coming. They should all - hey, wait a moment, I got something on the scan.\"\n\nHe tapped a few keys on his console, and zoomed in on one of his displays, where small flashes of light flickered in a section of the grid. \"Hey, we've got Space Folds in the next sector. Better report it in.\"\n\nHenderson turned on a Comm channel back to their carrier. \"Carrier Opal, this is gunship Iron Eagle Two, out in Sector Two-Oh-Five. We've just scanned incoming starships in Sector Two-Oh-Six. Requesting permission to check it out?\"\n\n\"This is carrier Opal, that is affirmitive. Watch your tails,\" the reply came back over the Comm.\n\n\"How many are you reading?\" Henderson asked Jones.\n\n\"Looks like four Space Folds detected. If it's a typical raider force, what, two transports, two of their rickety old gunships, we should be able to take 'em out or send 'em packing,\" Jones said confidently. Leaning softly on the joystick, he arced the gunship toward the sensor readings, and kicked on the afterburners. The Iron Eagle gunship rocketed forward and into the next sector.\n\n\"There they are,\" he said, seeing starship blips appearing on his radar. \"Hang on... these readings can't be right. Can you get some info on your tac console?\"\n\n\"Just a moment,\" Henderson said, tapping away on her console. \"What the - that can't be right at all. I think our scanner's gone screwy. The scale's all gone wrong.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" Jones asked hesitantly.\n\n\"This says those ships are huge... I mean, the smallest one is five times the size of our carrier!\" she replied.\n\n\"That can't be right, we've got no ships that big, and the raiders certainly don't have anything like that... Let's get a bit closer, try to get a visual.\" Jones increased the thrust, closing toward the four unknown starships. \"Coming into Optical range... now,\" he said, and zoomed in on the target location on one of his displays. What he saw was like nothing he had ever seen before. He took a few screen capture images.\n\n\"I've taken some shots, send these images back to the Opal, right now!\" he ordered.\n\n\"Transmitting data,\" she said, reaching for a button on her console. Something streamed out from one of the unidentified starships, like a beam of concentrated sunlight. The beam engulfed the Iron Eagle. It left nothing behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On Patrol" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is a typical sunny Mesarian day, a soft breeze rustling leaves and causing the branches of the trees surrounding Fort Dale to sway softly. You walk from the barracks toward the large three-story high mecha hanger by the east walls of the complex, wondering why frontiersman would live on the desolate outer star systems, when they could live on the core worlds and enjoy weather like this. Well, I guess it takes all sorts to make the galaxy go round, you think to yourself.\n\nEntering the hanger, you pause to look up at the twelve Mechanised Assault Units, standing in bays on each side of the hanger. They are standard Fire Hawk and Gatling chassis, the first a multi-role fighting machine, the latter often used for anti-infantry, or anti-gunship purposes. At the rear of the hanger is a thirteenth bay, where the company commander's large M.A.U., a Nova, is parked. Bearing two large energy cannons, and standing almost to the roof of the hanger, it is the toughest M.A.U. fielded by Sol Federation. Of course, it takes the skill and experience of a company commander to pilot such a mecha. At least, that's what your C.O. tells you all.\n\n'Tomcat' and 'Wolfman' walk into the hanger, waving your way as they head for their machines. As the Squad Leader, you are in charge of the fort's M.A.U. Squad Beta, and as your two squadmates, they are under your command. Of course, being about the same age as you are, and having served for about the same amount of time as you have, they don't exactly obey your every whim. At least they obey you when it counts though, when raiders land ground forces on the planet, and you find yourself in the heat of battle.\n\nTurning to your left, you head for a small lift, and slap the 'up' button. It rises upward, taking you behind the torso section of your Gatling M.A.U. The war machine stands like a 7 metre (23 foot) high metal man, with rectangular armour plating panels slapped around joints and further protecting the chest section. Pressing some buttons on the back of the machine, a two-foot thick section of metal slides aside, letting you step into the chest of the machine.\n\nYou're already wearing your Pilot Suit, so you close the door behind you, and connect sensor cables to the sockets in your suit, and attach the control pads to the wrists of your suit. The control pads extend out below your hand, allowing you to move your hands about, and always be able to touch the buttons on the control pad that control every facet of the war machine, from targeting and firing weapons, to powering the machine up or down. The suit itself is harnessed to the inside of the machine, locking you into place. After powering up, any time you try to move a part of your body, the limbs of the towering war machine will echo the move. In this way, trying to walk will cause the machine to walk instead of you. Moving your body just the right amount to get the machine to move exactly where and when you want it to is a difficult art, and one that took years of boot-camp training to accomplish, but for a low-level Squad Leader, you think you do pretty good.\n\nBefore locking your suit into place, you attach your head equipment, and then you lock the suit, and power up. Instantly your vision goes blank, as your headset pulses into your skull, and interrupts the signals your optic nerves send to your brain. Then it begins to send signals of its own into your brain, as it reads optical information from the camera systems in the head of your war machine.\n\nA moment later, you suddenly feel very big, as you 'look' through the 'eyes' of your Gatling M.A.U., seven meters above the floor of the hanger. You try to turn your head from side to side, and the Gatling's head turns instead, allowing you to look around. Flexing your limbs a bit, you crouch the machine, stand back up, and wave the arms about a little. Everything seems to be in working order. Time to move out.\n\nYou step forwards, and the machine steps into the middle of the hanger bay. Tomcat and Wolfman walk their Fire Hawks out beside you, and together the three of you stomp out of the hanger.\n\n\"So, Squad Leader, where are we going to patrol today?\" Wolfman's voice comes over your headset." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Let's go for a walk in the forests around the Fort,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lead the squad to the towering gates of the Fort. \"This is Squad Beta, requesting Gate Clearance,\" you say to the fort's traffic control tower.\n\n\"We read you, Squad Beta. You're good to go,\" someone replies. The massive gates slide into the Fort's surrounding wall, and you lead your squad out. A large clearing lies between the Fort's walls and the forest that surrounds it, so that any approaching vehicles can always be seen. You lead your men down the main road and into the forest, among the equally towering trees. It's a funny thing, being at eye-level with the tops of many of the trees, and it always takes you a moment to get your balance right, and for the feeling of being a giant to become natural.\n\nMany of the trees are toppled over throughout the forest, from people having stomped out among the trees. Being a three-story high metal man means that you often have to push trees out of the way. While conservationists might have a problem with such actions in some areas of the planet, no one complains when soldiers do it around a fort, as they depend on the forts scattered across the planet for protection, and you never knew if a raider force had secretly touched down, and enemy M.A.U.s were hiding among the trees, waiting for an opportunity to strike.\n\nWell, actually, that sort of thing was pretty rare. The Orbital sensor network always detected incoming ships, and could pinpoint the exact landing location of any military transports on the planet. Anyway, you stomp off among the trees, shoving them out of the way whenever you need to make room for your machine. Wolfman and Tomcat stomp along, off to either side of you.\n\n\"One of these days, we're gonna find a raider mecha waiting for us out here, and patrol is going to actually be interesting,\" Tomcat laughs.\n\n\"Hey, anything beats sitting around the barracks, losing at cards to Thunder,\" Wolfman replies.\n\nSuddenly a ComTech from the Fort speaks over the Fort's military channel. \"This is Fort Dale to all units on patrol. Be advised, the planetary sensor network has detected unidentified incoming starships. We haven't been able to establish contact with the carrier scout network... This could be a raider force. Stand By for possible interception coordinates.\"\n\n\"I hope they land in our sector... haven't seen any action in months now,\" Tomcat says.\n\n\"Hang on, did they say they couldn't establish communcations with the carrier scout network? What does that mean? A raider force couldn't take out all the carriers and gunships out there. I haven't heard of them being able to jam our communications either,\" Wolfman says worriedly.\n\n\"Nah, probably just a technical glitch at our Fort. The other Fort's probably heard all about it from the scout network,\" Tomcat says dismissively.\n\nThe ComTech at Fort Dale speaks over the military channel again. \"All units on patrol, be advised the planet has been taken to High Alert. We don't know what those ships are up there, but they're huge! Dozens of smaller ships, we assume they're military transports, have come out of the mothers, and are coming down all across the planet. We've got a couple of these transports inbound toward our location. Keep an eye on the skies, people, and if you get in over your head, get back here, and take up defensive positions inside the Fort! The other pilots at Fort Dale are mounting up, and should be ready for action soon.\"\n\n\"What the hell? Multiple transports heading our way? What exactly are we up against?\" Wolfman asks anxiously.\n\n\"Hey, frontier raiders aren't well armed. They're probably just small transports, full of infantry. We'll mow them down, and be back to the Fort for dinner in no time,\" Tomcat says confidently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"No, I think Wolfman's right to be worried. Let's head back to the Fort, and take up a defensive position with the rest of our M.A.U. Company,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lead the way back to the Fort. Seeing you coming across the clearing around Fort Dale, Traffic Control opens the doors for you, and you stomp your way into the walled complex. Only a few minutes later, you pick up approaching blips on the scanner hud display which is 'projected' into your mind by your headset, in the corner of your 'vision'. Four large unidentified transports are heading toward the Fort.\n\nYou listen to the roaring of flying machines on your M.A.U.'s audio sensors, approaching from the east. The other ten M.A.U.'s of Fort Dale's company have marched out of the Hanger, and begin taking up positions around the perimeter, their outstretched weapon-bearing arms just above the walls of the Fort, pointing in every direction. You quickly take up a position with your squad, along the east wall.\n\nMoments later, you can see the four massive transports. They are about the size of a squad-carrying M.A.U. transport, but they are a bit bulkier and boxier than any M.A.U. transports you've seen before.\n\nIn the Fort's courtyard, the infantry division assemble, about a hundred soldiers. Most of them were standard infantry bearing plasmabolt rifles and shocksticks, but a dozen or so were fitted up in battlesuits - three meter tall armoured exoskeltons with clawed robotic hands, and small energy cannons attached to each shoulder.\n\nAt the rear of the Fort, another hanger houses a Gunship squad. The six flying machines had just finished powering up and begin to lift up into the air to intercept the enemy transports. Suddenly a thick bolt of lightening blasts out from the nose of the leading enemy transport ship. The lightning crackles loudly as it arcs through the air toward Fort Dale, to explode in the midst of the Gunships! The lightning bolt narrowly misses the Gunships, their pilots scattering the ships away from each other, but two pilots panic, and you watch in horror as their ships crash together in the air, then tumble in a wreck of twisted metal and fire, to crash onto the tarmac.\n\nSome of the other M.A.U. soldiers open fire with their weapons. Your company commander, Captain Jefferson, yells out over the local military channel, \"Hold your fire! They're out of range! Save your ammo and power cells! Everyone, get down!\"\n\nYou join with your company as everyone kneels their M.A.U. war machines behind the Fort's wall. The remaining four Gunships fold down their rotors, and kick on their afterburners, rocketing through the air toward the enemy transports. You watch them fly overhead, then lose sight of them due to the Fort's walls. You hear the roar of the afterburners kick off again as the Gunships draw near to the flying transports, and listen to energy cannons and missiles firing away. A while later, you hear the loud crack of another lightning strikes, and some explosions. Then there is a tremendous crashing sound, and the ground shakes.\n\n\"Looks like it takes them a while to recharge that lightning cannon. Someone get a look at what's happening out there!\" Captain Jefferson orders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I'll do it,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly stand up and look out over the walls of Fort Dale through the eyes of your Gatling war machine.\n\n\"Sir, the Gunships are all down, but it looks like they took out one of the enemy transports!\" you report, looking at the smoke and flames rising from the distant fields beyond the forest. Three of the large transports are hovering in the air near the wreckage. Then you see some sort of flickering light at the front of one of the transports." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Curious, you decide to keep watching, and see what it does next." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seconds later, you remember about it's strange energy weapon, and then you watch as the weapon finishes charging up, and a massive bolt of lightning surges through the air with a loud crack. It is the last sound you ever hear, as the lightning bolt blasts the top half of your M.A.U. to scrap, taking most of your body with it.\n\nThis is the end, for you..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You quickly stand up and look out over the walls of Fort Dale through the eyes of your Gatling war machine.\n\n\"Sir, the Gunships are all down, but it looks like they took out one of the enemy transports!\" you report, looking at the smoke and flames rising from the distant fields beyond the forest. Three of the large transports are hovering in the air near the wreckage. Then you see some sort of flickering light at the front of one of the transports." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You decide not to take any risks, and crouch back down behind the wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As you crouch back down, you hear a loud cracking sound, as the weapon that had been charging up finished charging, and launches one of the massive lightning bolts through the air. The searing electrical beam blasts through the air where you were standing moments ago, and smashes into one of the armoured buildings in the middle of the Fort. A large fiery hole is blown through the side of the building, as debris scatters into the courtyard, among screaming infantry. The rest of the infantry and battlesuit wearing soldiers run for cover.\n\n\"Damn it! How can they shoot so far! Who the hell are they?\" Captain Jefferson growls over the Comm. Then the ground shakes again - the familiar shaking of massive spaceships landing on the ground in the distance.\n\n\"Okay, they've touched down in the fields out past the forest... That means there's lines of trees between us and whatever ground forces they've brought down. We won't know what's coming until they reach the clearing around Fort Dale,\" the Captain says. He cautiously raises his Nova M.A.U. so that its head can peek above the wall.\n\n\"Those transports are so big, more than half of their hull rises above the tree line. I suspect they'll keep barraging the Fort with that lightning cannon of theirs, while their troops advance. Intel has it they are coming down all across the planet, so we've got to hold Fort Dale, because there aint going to be reinforcements coming our way any time soon. So, I'm gonna need two squads to volunteer. I want a squad to take turns looking over the wall for incoming enemies, and I need a squad for scout duty, to try and get a closer look at what we're dealing with before they reach us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Sir! Squad Beta will scout out the enemy,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, great!\" Wolfman says, and you smile as his mecha shakes its head.\n\n\"Good job, Squad Leader,\" Captain Jefferson says. \"Head east into the trees, and try to get us some optics on the enemy. I want you three to patch an optic channel back here to Fort Dale, so myself and the other officers can see what you see.\"\n\n\"Will do, Captain,\" you reply, and flick a switch on one of your control pads. A blinking light in the corner of your vision tells you that your mecha is transmitting everything you see to the commanders of the Fort.\n\n\"Okay Squad Beta, form on me!\" you order, and Wolfman and Tomcat take a position on either side of you. The large gate in the south wall slowly slides open.\n\n\"Good luck, men,\" the Captain says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Okay, on my mark, make a dash for the trees... Mark!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The three of you stomp past the gate at full speed, racing across the clearing that lies around Fort Dale. As you dash, you glance to the east, where the top half of the three transports rise above the treeline in the distance. With a curse, you notice power building up at the front of one of the transports.\n\n\"Get into the trees, they're going to fire again!\" you shout. You rush into the trees just as you hear the loud cracking sound of a lightning bolt cannon firing, then suddenly the force of an explosion sends you falling forwards among the trees. You grab onto a tree and stumble down on one knee, but manage to stay relatively upright. Turning, you see Tomcat crouching beside you, but metres behind you, still in the clearing, is the half melted wreck of what was once Wolfman - obliterated by the enemy weapon.\n\n\"Dammit! Man down, I repeat, man down!\" you say over the military channel.\n\n\"We see it,\" the Captain replies, watching everything through your mecha's 'eyes' from within Fort Dale. \"You're in the forest now though, you should be out of sight of the transports' weapon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I understand. We'll do the best we can, and get those visuals you're after,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head deeper into the forest, angling toward the east, as you work your way into a position between the grounded enemy transports and the walls of Fort Dale. You glance at the radar sensor readings every few seconds to make sure no enemy contacts have come within range. Of course, your sensors only pick up energy sources - they were designed to pick up vehicles and war machines similar to your own. If the transports were carrying an army of infantry soldiers, and they weren't wearing any form of powered armour, you'll only notice them when you actually see them... Anyhow, transports the size of those ones had to be carrying something pretty big inside of them, so the enemy must be inside some sort of war machines.\n\n\"This aint good,\" Tomcat says softly over your squad channel.\n\n\"I know,\" you reply anxiously, stomping through the forest towards the other side.\n\n\"I mean, this really aint good,\" Tomcat says.\n\n\"Keep your mind on the job. We have to get some visuals on enemy units, so the Fort knows what they're up against,\" you tell him.\n\n\"What if they're bigger and tougher than we are?\" he asks.\n\n\"Then we get a look at them for the Captain, and get the hell out of here,\" you say grimly. It's a strange feeling. You've never had to think about retreat before.\n\nSuddenly you pick up a small blip on your sensors, then a couple other small ones. The blips are moving toward you at a high speed, shifting about slightly. Probably dodging trees. Some sort of small hover vehicle, you wonder?\n\n\"Incoming hostiles,\" you say over the squad channel.\n\n\"I see them,\" he replies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Okay, let's brace to fire. Take 'em out on sight,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Roger,\" he replies. The two of you plant your war machines' feet slightly apart, and firmly on the ground, having turned to face the incoming targets. You tap a button on one of your suit's control pads, and the twin-firing plasmabolt machine guns attached to your M.A.U.'s left arm begin spinning rapidly, ready to fire.\n\nSeconds later, the fast moving machines zip into sight through the trees, and you both open fire. Superheated bolts of energy blast out from your arm, tracing a line of destruction through the trees. You see a couple explosions, and fiery fragments of hover machines go flying through the air, but two of the small machines go flying between you and Tomcat, and in a second, disappear into the trees behind you.\n\n\"What the hell were they?\" Tomcat asks.\n\nYou wait to make sure the hover machines aren't heading back in your direction. On your sensor display you see them continuing on toward the Fort. \"Must be scouts of some kind. We've got a moment - bring up visual playback and let's check them out,\" you order.\n\nYou bring up a small window in the corner of your vision, and rewind the optical recordings of what your M.A.U. has seen recently. Just before the explosions took place, you press pause, and see a blurry image of what you blew up. It looked like a civilian a-grav hoverbike, but of a more angular design than those you had seen. A blurry figure sat on top of it, but you can't make out any good details. They appeared to be wearing some sort of green uniform that covered their whole body, like a jumpsuit, with oval shaped goggles or something on their faces.\n\n\"You got this, Captain?\" you ask over the military channel.\n\n\"We see it. Good work, Squad Leader. Must be some sort of scouts. Get closer, and try to get something on their main forces. We'll try to clear up your visual image, and get a better look at what you blew up. We'll deal with the other scouts when they get here,\" Captain Jefferson tells you.\n\nSuddenly there's a loud crack, and a massive bolt of lightning flies over the top of the forest. Explosions tell you that they struck at the Fort again, and you wonder how much damage they did.\n\nYou wait a moment, and then wave your Gatling's hand. Tomcat moves back into position beside you. You head off at a fast pace, continuing through the forest toward the landing site. Ten minutes later, numerous sensor blips begin appearing all over your sensors in the distance, close together so it is hard to tell what was a large enemy unit, or what was just a group of them close together. At the edge of your sensors, three massive blips mark the location of the enemy transports." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Okay, let's run to the edge of the forest, get a good look, then get back to the Fort in one piece,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head for the edge of the forest, noticing that some of the enemy forces are moving away from the transports, toward the forest as well. Minutes later, the trees begin to thin before you, and you get your first glimpses of the enemy.\n\nThe three massive metal transports rise high above the ground in the fields beyond the forest, and massive hatches in their sides have opened. Hundreds, if not thousands, of infantry soldiers had already poured out of the transports to assemble in large formations in the fields. What is more disturbing are their mechanised assault units. These M.A.U.s are like nothing you have ever seen.\n\nInstead of being shaped like a big metal man, they are on four legs, with a large body pod-section in the middle, bristling with weapons. What is worse, if your estimates are correct, is that the enemy M.A.U.s must be sixteen metres (52 feet) high! They tower above the ground like five or six-story buildings! That's more than twice the height of your own war machine - and you thought your Gatling was big!\n\nThe body section of these behemoth sized war machines have three rotating cylinder shapes coming out of them, with sparkling, glowing spheres moving along the rims. They must be weapons of some sort, able to move about to fire in any direction!\n\n\"Squad Leader,\" the Captain's voice comes over the military channel. \"Zoom your optics in on those soldiers, let's try to identify who we're dealing with.\"\n\nYou press a button and zoom your view in on a large group of soldiers. What the - you gasp. You hear the Captain and Tomcat swear in unison, as they both get a better look as well. From the blurry image of the hoverbike rider you saw earlier, you had thought the soldiers were wearing some sort of green body suit. Now you realise it's their skin! Their unhelmeted heads reveal the enemy to be some sort of lizard men! You're dealing with an alien invasion fleet! No wonder the scout ships in this star system hadn't reported in - they had been destroyed by aliens with completely different weapon technology to your own! Thinking further, you realise that there haven't been any frontier raiders attacking in a long time. Perhaps the frontier star systems had already been conquered by the alien force?\n\nEven more chilling, you notice that many of the lizardman soldiers have long swords hanging from their belts, in addition to the rifles they carried. Swords? Talk about close combat. You feel glad that you aren't in the infantry, but have many sheets of metal between you and whatever comes your way.\n\n\"All right, Squad Leader, get back here pronto! We'll need all the help we can get!\" Captain Jefferson orders you.\n\n\"This aint good man... this aint good!\" Tomcat says over the squad channel, as one of the massive transports sends another crackling lightning bolt over the forest, and into the Fort compound.\n\nSome legions of infantry, and two of the massive behemoth war machines, have begun marching toward where you and Tomcat are hiding among the trees. Have they seen you on their sensors? Most probably, you think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Okay, Tomcat, let's get back to Fort Dale!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You rush off into the forest, heading west toward the Fort. Behind you, too close for comfort, you hear cracking sounds like that of the alien transports' lightning cannon, but on a smaller scale, followed by explosions along the treeline. If you had remained near the edge of the forest, than whatever just fired would probably have blown you away! You feel a chill run down your spine as you race through the forest toward the walls of the Fort, and temporary safety.\n\nAround fifteen minutes later, having edged around to the southern side of the Fort, and having waited for the alien transports to fire their massive cannons at the Fort again, you race into the clearing and for the Fort gate.\n\n\"Squad Beta to Fort Dale, open up, we're coming in!\" you shout over the military channel. Thankfully, the gates slide open as you approach, and the two of you quickly move over to one of the walls, and crouch down behind it.\n\n\"Good to see you two,\" the Captain says. \"Shame about Wolfman, he was a good soldier.\"\n\n\"Thank you Captain,\" you reply, feeling a moment of guilt that all you had thought of was how happy you were to make it back to the Fort in one piece.\n\nThe Captain addresses the M.A.U. pilots of Dale Company. \"Okay, people, I want a defensive line along the east wall. Infantry will stand prepared to deal with any of those lizard men who manage to breach the walls. We're to focus on those big...\"\n\n\"I called them Behemoths, sir,\" you prompt him.\n\n\"Hmm. Behemoth it is. All pilots to focus fire on the enemy Behemoths. Gatling pilots, feel free to use your machine guns on the infantry forces as well. We recently got word that the Carriers Rogerson and Toyama are still up there in space. The Toyama will be bringing their squadrons of Gunships to provide us some support here at Fort Dale, so we just have to hold out until they arrive. If you believe in God or something, now's the time to say a prayer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Sir - has anyone sent a message Out System to try and reach Sol Federation Command, and let them know we're under attack by aliens?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course we've tried that, Squad Leader. It seems something is jamming the Fort's interstellar communications. The enemy is blocking the Greyson Transmitter somehow, so we're stuck with local communications. I don't know if they're only jamming the Fort, or if the whole planet has been jammed somehow, but there's nothing we can do here,\" he tells you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What about civilian transmitters? If they're only jamming the Forts, they might not know about the Civilian Comm Centres!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's possible,\" Captain Jefferson agrees. \"If they aren't jamming the whole planet, but just the military, there might be a way to get a message through... Okay, here's the plan. You and Tomcat are to make for Drysdon City, and see if the C.C.C. there has been jammed. If not, transmit the visual data you recorded on you scouting mission. It might not work, but it's worth a try.\"\n\n\"It's got to work,\" Tomcat says. \"We saw how many of them there were out there. If it's like that at the other Forts, this planet is going to fall, and fast. We've got to get reinforcements!\"\n\n\"Get out of here, before the main force arrives,\" the Captain orders, as another explosive blast from the enemy transport cannons strikes one of the Fort's buildings. The gate slides open, and you and Tomcat race across the clearing and back into the forest.\n\nDrysdon City is located to the west, luckily for you, as the enemy landed in the east. It should take you a few hours running to get there. Thankfully, you don't have to physically run with your body, but only make slight movements for your war machine to respond to, so you should be able to run the whole way without tiring out. That is, assuming more alien forces haven't landed between the Fort and the city... or even in the city itself!\n\nForest turns into fields, and farmland, on either side of the road to Drysdon City. Soon more houses and buildings spread out in all directions, as you both stomp along the wide nature strip between opposite road lanes, designed so that M.A.U.'s can move through populated areas without stepping on hovercars or pedestrians. As the buildings grow up around you, and you approach the city, traffic lights at intersections automatically detect your approach, and turn red, so you can race across roads without squashing anyone.\n\nSkyscrapers rise before too long, and you are in the city. People scream and point in astonishment, as the two war machines run through the city. You wonder that everyone is still going about their business, and then realise that they might not even be aware that an alien invasion force has attacked the planet." } ]

[ "Animal Perspective", "RPG" ]

[ 234, 117, 155, 126, 65, 27, 9, 20 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: fan fiction\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Animal Perspective, RPG\nUse this as a starting point: This is the story about a dog. You're the dog, (Labrador) and the choices you make affect your life. This is my first story on here and I hope you like it. If there's any mistakes/bugs, comment them, please.\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It has been a few weeks since you have been born. Your eyes and ears have opened, and you have realized that the wiggling things beside you are your brothers and sisters.\n\nYou want to go explore. Your den site is under a tree, and there are a bunch of places to discover. When you look around, you see a hole near the tree. You also spot a stone structure arching over two cliffs, and big smelly things walk on it. Underneath it is a creek running through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hole" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stumble over to it and poke your head through. You sniff around, but can't exactly tell whether it's empty or not. You pull your head back, but it's stuck! You struggle and struggle. Finally, you cry for Mother.\n\nYou feel something pull you out of the hole. You look up to see Mother begin to give you a bath. After that, she picks you up and puts you back with your siblings. Now where would you like to go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stone Structure" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stumble over to the structure, running up the hill and close to the foul smelling black path. Mother calls for you, but you ignore her, walking along the structure, careful not to touch the black path.\n\nThen a cra-no, your certain it's car, blows past you, the wind pushing you over the stones and into the water below. You yelped as the water swallowed you whole.\n\nYou looked around and scrambled to get to the top. But the water pulled you farther down, deep into it's dark space...\n\nYou felt teeth grab your scruff and pull you up. Now that you were above water, you gasped for breath. Mother carried you back to the den site and sat you down. You shivered, now wet and cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Creek" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the creek, aware that your siblings are following you. Once you get to the creek bed, a frog jumps up onto a lily pad. You lunge for it, but it hops away before you can catch it.\n\nMother decides the creek isn't safe for you and takes you and your siblings back to the den site." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're done exploring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decided enough is enough, for now. A cold wind blew, and everyone snuggled closer to Mother's warm fur..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Forest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days later, Mother leads you and your siblings into the woods a little ways away from the den. She showed you the smell of water, and caught a squirrel, demonstrating how to catch prey. After you wandered for a bit, you came to a clearing where humans were camping. You learned the scent of humans. Mother trotted up to a big metal trash can and showed you all how to push it over. She quickly threw the inedible things away, and you all feasted on the edible.\n\nThen a yelling human ran at us. Mother ran, and we followed her as best as we could. But then you started losing sight of her, and had to use your nose to find her again.\n\nThen your foot got stuck in a hole. You cried for Mother or your siblings, but they never showed. Finally, you tugged free of the hole, and ran to catch up with them.\n\nA few minutes later you were exhausted, and still no sign of your family. Whimpering, you stumbled over to a tree, and curled up for the night.\n\nThe next morning you searched for your family again. You chose to search..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "North" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The north side of the forest held pine trees and lots of squirrels. Ignoring them, you sniffed the air as you walked around, but you couldn't see, hear, or smell them, no matter how hard you strained your senses.\n\nA squirrel jumped onto a tree, startling you. You realized your family wasn't in the North side of the woods after all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Edge of the Forest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You see light up ahead. You run towards it, thinking that maybe on the other side, your family awaited there. You burst out but no dogs were in sight. Instead, there were houses and buildings where children played. You padded over to the fence where they were. A little girl walked over and put her hands past the cage. You sniffed them for a second before licking them. She laughed and took out a sandwich, ripping off a chunk before holding it out. You..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bit the hand" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl cried out and ran away from you. You felt a little guilty, but it was too late to do anything now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Houses" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wandered around the houses for a bit, observing people getting into cars, getting out of cars, and doing other things.\n\nThen you smelled smoke.\n\nYou looked around, trying to figure out where it came from. Across the street, you smelled that the scent was strongest inside a house. You ran over and peered through a window. The food on the oven was on fire, and there was a woman sprawled out on the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You find a way in" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk up to the front door and cock your head at it. Something shiny catches your eye. You leap up and push it down with one of your paws. The door opens, and you trot inside.\n\nThe fire has spread from the food to some papers on the counter. The wooden cabinets are on fire, too. The woman on the tile is still breathing, but is probably passed out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You drag the woman outside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grip her shirt with your teeth,and start dragging her across the floor. Finally, you made it outside. Just to be on the safe side, you drag her until she is on the sidewalk. What to do now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wake her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You lick the woman awake, and she slowly sits up just as a siren wails. A big red truck comes on the black path, and you hear the woman gasp as people rush over to her.\n\n\"My child is still in there!\" you didn't understand what she was saying, but she sounded distressed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go upstairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run upstairs, and hear someone fast asleep. You push open the door, and see a small boy asleep on his bed. Yowake him by licking his face, and together you two leave the house, dodging fire as you went." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hero" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Both you and the child are covered in smoke and he coughs, but otherwise you both made it out safely. People carried the child away on a stretcher, and they carry you away, too. The last thing you see of the house is flames and people drenching the place. You hear a woman saying: \"That dog is a hero. That dog saved me and my son!\" You try to lift your head, but suddenly your whole body feels heavy, and you want to close your eyes..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hospital" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in a comfy dog bed which is in a cage. There's food and water in the corner. Other dogs are barking, too, and you that there is something on your neck. You feel your private itching, so you go to bite it, but the cone on your neck prevented you from itching it. You whimpered and shook your head, feeling a bit thirsty.\n\nWhen you got up, you started to ache all over. You quickly lapped up some cool water before laying back down on the bed.\n\nA woman with the family that you had saved from the fire came over.\n\n\"We neutered (him/her) so that we could stop overpopulation.\" the woman said.\n\n\"Can we adopt him, mommy?\" the little boy asked. She looked down at his pleading eyes, then stole a glance at you. I blinked and started to pant, my tongue flopping out.\n\n\"Sure.\" she whispered. The little boy smiled. You still never understood what they were saying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Adopted" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "About a few weeks later, right after they took off the stupid cone, The woman and boy came. You learned the both their names, Mom and Greg. After writing something on a piece of paper, Mom went and put a red collar and leash on you.\n\n\"What should we call him?\" Mom asked.\n\n\"Hero! Let's call him Hero! That's what they call him in the news.\" Greg said. Mom smiled and nodded before walking out. That leash thing that was connected to your collar began to drag you after them. Since you didn't want to be dragged, you followed them, until they got to the car.\n\nRemembering your puppy memory of how a car blew you into a creek, you backed away from the car, tugging at the leash.\n\n\"It's fine, Hero. Hop on in.\" Mom said, opening the back door. You cocked your head. Was that what they were going to call you from now on?\n\nMom sighed and picked you up, putting you on the leather seat. Before you could run out, she shut the door and climbed in. The car started to move. You decided to poke your head out the car window. After that, the wind blew on your face, and you stuck your tongue out. Maybe being in a car wasn't so bad after all.\n\nYou barked at the other dogs on other people's lawns, and they responded. You felt pretty smug that you were in a car and not them. They were probably very envious.\n\nSoon the car stopped in front of a different house than the one that was on fire. An old lady came out and Greg ran out.\n\n\"Grandma!\" he yelled, running over toward Grandma. You climbed out the window and over to the grass. After doing your business, you padded over to Mom, who picked you up and carried you inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a while, you found this place to be your home. Your dog family soon became a distant memory, now that a new human family had taken place. You had a very big backyard and a very big house. Life was good." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finished (Only click if your done with the memories)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soon, you were full sized. Winter was coming in, and it had been a few years since you had been here. Snow completely covered the backyard, making you rush whenever you had to go to the bathroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tommy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a kid who used to be friends with Greg. He had a bad smell on him, as if something wasn't right about him. You always tried to stay away from him.\n\nOne day you and Tina were in your front yard. Greg had went inside for a moment, and you and her were playing tug of war. She was 15 now, Greg 16.\n\nTommy had walked over, and you dropped the toy, growling at him. Tina looked at him.\n\n\"Hello.\" she said. He greeted her back.\n\n\"So, why are you in Greg's front yard?\" he asked.\n\n\"He's going to get some hot chocolate.\"\n\n\"Ditch him. I'm way cooler than he is.\" You had no idea what he was saying, but you could sense that Tina felt disgust towards Tommy.\n\n\"No.\" she had said. Then she ignored him, and began to pet you. Anger had flickered in him, and you sensed that he had turned worse. He left right before Greg came out with drinks. You couldn't tell for sure, but you thought she never did say anything about Tommy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Adult Life" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your family had put up the tree they had up every year." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sled" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Greg was really exited. He had a board that he called a sled. Mom told him something that had the words \"go outside\" so you assumed that he was going outside. You wagged your tail, wanting to come with. You barked with joy when he led you out.\n\nAll of the people with sleds were on top of a snow covered hill, and Greg and you went to join them. Tina was there, too, and they both smiled at each other.\n\nThen, they got on their sleds. You started to climb on, but Greg stopped you. Then they went down. Without you! You ran to catch up with Greg. Tommy was a little faster than him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your family had put up the tree they had up every year." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dragged (Do after memories are done)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While you were out exploring the snow filled town, you came upon Tommy's house. he was in his front yard, blowing up some dolls. His little sister was crying, but he seemed to ignore her.\n\nHe looked up and stalked over to you. You growled as he grabbed your collar and began dragging you toward his house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let him drag you" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once inside, he led you to what looked to be his room. He locked you and him in there, and fed you something that stung your nose. You felt dizzy a minute later, and flopped on the ground. As you slowly died, you felt as if you were a puppy, trying to swim to the surface of the creek yet never making it there.\n\n(This is one of the main endings, so you don't get a second chance on this one.)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While you were out exploring the snow filled town, you came upon Tommy's house. he was in his front yard, blowing up some dolls. His little sister was crying, but he seemed to ignore her.\n\nHe looked up and stalked over to you. You growled as he grabbed your collar and began dragging you toward his house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You snap at him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You bit his hand, and the sweet taste of blood filled your mouth. He cussed and backed off. You took the chance and ran toward home, your paws pounding the sidewalk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Back Home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You relaxed in front of the fire place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Backyard Kiss" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You romped around the backyard as Tina and Greg talked. Occasionally he'd throw the tennis ball so you could catch it, but you knew he was busy with Tina.\n\n\"Do you love me?\" she whispered. You stood next to Greg, waiting for him to take the ball and throw it again.\n\n\"Yes.\" he replied. And their bodies met. His lips were on hers. You dropped the ball and sighed before impatiently getting in between them. Couldn't Greg see that Tina was distracting him from the ball?\n\nThey laughed and pulled away. Greg picked up the ball and tossed it again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Glinting Silver" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were sitting near a bench with Tina. You were waiting for Greg to come back. Then you growled, hearing Tommy before seeing him.\n\n\"Hello again, Tina.\" he said, his voice hollow. Tina looked up, surprised.\n\n\"Hi.\" she whispered.\n\n\"You'll never love me, huh?\" he asked. Tina blinked a couple times.\n\n\"Why would you say that?\"\n\n\"Because it's true.\" he kept his voice calm but you could sense him getting angry.\n\n\"I guess not.\" she said.\n\n\"I thought so.\" he said. Then he grabbed something out of his pocket...\n\nTina gasped when he pulled out the knife. The silver glinted in the sunlight. He stalked forward and Tina scrambled to get up.\n\n\"I came here to kill you, Tina.\" he said. Then he lunged.\n\nTina ran and the knife cut her arm. It began to bleed. You growled again. Rage filled you, the feeling familiar, and you jumped onto Tommy's back. He fell and you attacked him.\n\n\"Hero! Stop!\" you heard Greg order, but you couldn't bring yourself to do stop. He had attacked your loved ones twice now, and you wanted to put an end to it.\n\nSoon he stopped breathing. But you still didn't stop. You didn't stop until Greg pulled you back. Then you remembered. You felt guilty now. Not for attacking Tommy, but for taking his life. He would've taken someone else's if you had stopped, though. You could feel it.\n\nThey both looked away, and Tina wiped your bloody paws and mouth with a wipe.\n\nThen they walked away, you trailing behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Years Later" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You had felt yourself get older as the years passed. Your black fur was now tinged gray, and you lived with Greg and Tina. They had grown older and Greg had decided to give her some gold. And that thus made her want to live with him. But they made a really big deal out of it.\n\nYou had eaten the ring once, but they made such a big deal out of that, too, that you had decided to never eat jewelry again.\n\nYou walked over to the fire place and laid there, feeling a bit tired after peeing outside. The fire warmed you, and you felt a bit drowsy...\n\nWhen you woke up, you found out that you couldn't get up. Greg saw you stand but collapse back down again, and he looked away.\n\nTina walked in, and Greg said something to her. She suddenly felt sad, and when Greg picked you up, you licked his face, telling him you were okay. You went for a car ride, but you didn't want to stick your head out of the window.\n\nSoon you got to the vet. They talked for a bit, then he pricked you with a needle. Liquid went into your vein. Tina and Greg held me in their laps. Tina was crying, and Greg had a sad expression on his face. I forced myself to raise my head and lick them both before my senses started to give way. First I couldn't smell anything anymore. Then my hearing went, and Tina's sobs were now silent. I laid my head down, and I could no longer see or feel. I finally succumbed to the darkness, letting myself go...\n\n(Yay! You made it to the happy ending! You had a great life!)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soon, you were full sized. Winter was coming in, and it had been a few years since you had been here. Snow completely covered the backyard, making you rush whenever you had to go to the bathroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sled" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Greg was really exited. He had a board that he called a sled. Mom told him something that had the words \"go outside\" so you assumed that he was going outside. You wagged your tail, wanting to come with. You barked with joy when he led you out.\n\nAll of the people with sleds were on top of a snow covered hill, and Greg and you went to join them. Tina was there, too, and they both smiled at each other.\n\nThen, they got on their sleds. You started to climb on, but Greg stopped you. Then they went down. Without you! You ran to catch up with Greg. Tommy was a little faster than him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soon, you were full sized. Winter was coming in, and it had been a few years since you had been here. Snow completely covered the backyard, making you rush whenever you had to go to the bathroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Snowball Fight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were at the park with Greg, Tina and some other people. They were throwing snowballs at each other. Then Tommy began chasing Tina with a snowball. She tripped over a tree root and fell, crying out as she landed. Greg ran over to her, me trailing behind.\n\n\"I twisted my ankle.\" she said. Greg bent down to inspect it, then straightened up and yelled at Tommy. You could sense that Tommy got angry. He marched over and punched Greg in the jaw. Rage filled you, making you see red. You snarled and lunged at Tommy, biting his cheek and scratching his chest. Blood stained the snow.\n\nGreg had a bruised jaw, and Tommy got a scarred cheek and chest. Greg had carried Tina home. You didn't feel guilty that you had attacked Tommy at all, which surprised you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grip her shirt with your teeth,and start dragging her across the floor. Finally, you made it outside. Just to be on the safe side, you drag her until she is on the sidewalk. What to do now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go upstairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run upstairs, and hear someone fast asleep. You push open the door, and see a small boy asleep on his bed. Yowake him by licking his face, and together you two leave the house, dodging fire as you went." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk up to the front door and cock your head at it. Something shiny catches your eye. You leap up and push it down with one of your paws. The door opens, and you trot inside.\n\nThe fire has spread from the food to some papers on the counter. The wooden cabinets are on fire, too. The woman on the tile is still breathing, but is probably passed out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You sniff the fire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slowly walk over to the cabinet on fire. The smell is horrid, but you thrust your nose into the fire anyway. You feel your flesh burn, and you quickly pullback, but it's too late. Your on fire.\n\n(Yay! You can go back!)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You see light up ahead. You run towards it, thinking that maybe on the other side, your family awaited there. You burst out but no dogs were in sight. Instead, there were houses and buildings where children played. You padded over to the fence where they were. A little girl walked over and put her hands past the cage. You sniffed them for a second before licking them. She laughed and took out a sandwich, ripping off a chunk before holding it out. You..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ate the food" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You slowly took the food out of her hand and ate it quickly. Then, a bell rang, and all the children went inside. Oh well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Houses" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wandered around the houses for a bit, observing people getting into cars, getting out of cars, and doing other things.\n\nThen you smelled smoke.\n\nYou looked around, trying to figure out where it came from. Across the street, you smelled that the scent was strongest inside a house. You ran over and peered through a window. The food on the oven was on fire, and there was a woman sprawled out on the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days later, Mother leads you and your siblings into the woods a little ways away from the den. She showed you the smell of water, and caught a squirrel, demonstrating how to catch prey. After you wandered for a bit, you came to a clearing where humans were camping. You learned the scent of humans. Mother trotted up to a big metal trash can and showed you all how to push it over. She quickly threw the inedible things away, and you all feasted on the edible.\n\nThen a yelling human ran at us. Mother ran, and we followed her as best as we could. But then you started losing sight of her, and had to use your nose to find her again.\n\nThen your foot got stuck in a hole. You cried for Mother or your siblings, but they never showed. Finally, you tugged free of the hole, and ran to catch up with them.\n\nA few minutes later you were exhausted, and still no sign of your family. Whimpering, you stumbled over to a tree, and curled up for the night.\n\nThe next morning you searched for your family again. You chose to search..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "East" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You went to the east side of the woods, with had maple trees and rabbits. You had no idea how you were ever going to catch a rabbit. Twitching your nose, you tried to pick up any sign of your family, and you might've caught a faint trace, but then it was gone.\n\nThey were never in these parts of the forest either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Edge of the Forest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You see light up ahead. You run towards it, thinking that maybe on the other side, your family awaited there. You burst out but no dogs were in sight. Instead, there were houses and buildings where children played. You padded over to the fence where they were. A little girl walked over and put her hands past the cage. You sniffed them for a second before licking them. She laughed and took out a sandwich, ripping off a chunk before holding it out. You..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days later, Mother leads you and your siblings into the woods a little ways away from the den. She showed you the smell of water, and caught a squirrel, demonstrating how to catch prey. After you wandered for a bit, you came to a clearing where humans were camping. You learned the scent of humans. Mother trotted up to a big metal trash can and showed you all how to push it over. She quickly threw the inedible things away, and you all feasted on the edible.\n\nThen a yelling human ran at us. Mother ran, and we followed her as best as we could. But then you started losing sight of her, and had to use your nose to find her again.\n\nThen your foot got stuck in a hole. You cried for Mother or your siblings, but they never showed. Finally, you tugged free of the hole, and ran to catch up with them.\n\nA few minutes later you were exhausted, and still no sign of your family. Whimpering, you stumbled over to a tree, and curled up for the night.\n\nThe next morning you searched for your family again. You chose to search..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "South" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ran to the south side, and it seemed that the trees here blocked out most of the light, leaving the south part of the woods cold. It seemed as if this place was sinister. You couldn't sense any wildlife here. Then, you sensed something behind you. Turning, you saw a grizzly bear on it's hind legs. It growled, then lunged.\n\nYelping, you ran as fast as you could, running and running. But the bear was too fast. It grabbed you and threw you at a tree trunk. You fell to the ground, limp. The bear lunged at you just as the life drained from your body.\n\n(But this time, you can go back!)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days later, Mother leads you and your siblings into the woods a little ways away from the den. She showed you the smell of water, and caught a squirrel, demonstrating how to catch prey. After you wandered for a bit, you came to a clearing where humans were camping. You learned the scent of humans. Mother trotted up to a big metal trash can and showed you all how to push it over. She quickly threw the inedible things away, and you all feasted on the edible.\n\nThen a yelling human ran at us. Mother ran, and we followed her as best as we could. But then you started losing sight of her, and had to use your nose to find her again.\n\nThen your foot got stuck in a hole. You cried for Mother or your siblings, but they never showed. Finally, you tugged free of the hole, and ran to catch up with them.\n\nA few minutes later you were exhausted, and still no sign of your family. Whimpering, you stumbled over to a tree, and curled up for the night.\n\nThe next morning you searched for your family again. You chose to search..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "West" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ran to the west side, and the trees here were birch trees. There were many birds here, but they flew away when you chased after them. You began to look for your family, straining to hear even the slightest yip. But there was none. There was no smell of them, either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Edge of the Forest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You see light up ahead. You run towards it, thinking that maybe on the other side, your family awaited there. You burst out but no dogs were in sight. Instead, there were houses and buildings where children played. You padded over to the fence where they were. A little girl walked over and put her hands past the cage. You sniffed them for a second before licking them. She laughed and took out a sandwich, ripping off a chunk before holding it out. You..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stumble over to the structure, running up the hill and close to the foul smelling black path. Mother calls for you, but you ignore her, walking along the structure, careful not to touch the black path.\n\nThen a cra-no, your certain it's car, blows past you, the wind pushing you over the stones and into the water below. You yelped as the water swallowed you whole.\n\nYou looked around and scrambled to get to the top. But the water pulled you farther down, deep into it's dark space...\n\nYou felt teeth grab your scruff and pull you up. Now that you were above water, you gasped for breath. Mother carried you back to the den site and sat you down. You shivered, now wet and cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're done exploring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decided enough is enough, for now. A cold wind blew, and everyone snuggled closer to Mother's warm fur..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stumble over to it and poke your head through. You sniff around, but can't exactly tell whether it's empty or not. You pull your head back, but it's stuck! You struggle and struggle. Finally, you cry for Mother.\n\nYou feel something pull you out of the hole. You look up to see Mother begin to give you a bath. After that, she picks you up and puts you back with your siblings. Now where would you like to go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Creek" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the creek, aware that your siblings are following you. Once you get to the creek bed, a frog jumps up onto a lily pad. You lunge for it, but it hops away before you can catch it.\n\nMother decides the creek isn't safe for you and takes you and your siblings back to the den site." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stumble over to it and poke your head through. You sniff around, but can't exactly tell whether it's empty or not. You pull your head back, but it's stuck! You struggle and struggle. Finally, you cry for Mother.\n\nYou feel something pull you out of the hole. You look up to see Mother begin to give you a bath. After that, she picks you up and puts you back with your siblings. Now where would you like to go?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're done exploring" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decided enough is enough, for now. A cold wind blew, and everyone snuggled closer to Mother's warm fur..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It has been a few weeks since you have been born. Your eyes and ears have opened, and you have realized that the wiggling things beside you are your brothers and sisters.\n\nYou want to go explore. Your den site is under a tree, and there are a bunch of places to discover. When you look around, you see a hole near the tree. You also spot a stone structure arching over two cliffs, and big smelly things walk on it. Underneath it is a creek running through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stone Structure" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stumble over to the structure, running up the hill and close to the foul smelling black path. Mother calls for you, but you ignore her, walking along the structure, careful not to touch the black path.\n\nThen a cra-no, your certain it's car, blows past you, the wind pushing you over the stones and into the water below. You yelped as the water swallowed you whole.\n\nYou looked around and scrambled to get to the top. But the water pulled you farther down, deep into it's dark space...\n\nYou felt teeth grab your scruff and pull you up. Now that you were above water, you gasped for breath. Mother carried you back to the den site and sat you down. You shivered, now wet and cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It has been a few weeks since you have been born. Your eyes and ears have opened, and you have realized that the wiggling things beside you are your brothers and sisters.\n\nYou want to go explore. Your den site is under a tree, and there are a bunch of places to discover. When you look around, you see a hole near the tree. You also spot a stone structure arching over two cliffs, and big smelly things walk on it. Underneath it is a creek running through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Creek" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over to the creek, aware that your siblings are following you. Once you get to the creek bed, a frog jumps up onto a lily pad. You lunge for it, but it hops away before you can catch it.\n\nMother decides the creek isn't safe for you and takes you and your siblings back to the den site." } ]

[ "Humor" ]

[ 189, 51, 115, 133, 88, 39, 27, 42 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: edutainment.\nSet the scene with these themes: Humor.\n\n\nThis is the How-To-Play-A-Game Game. It's a must-play for every first time MyAdventureGame.com player! What your reading right now is the Game Description. This isn't actually part of the game, but describes what the game is like. If you look above the this text, you'll see two folder tabs. Clicking on Player Comments will show you all the comments people have made about the game. Go ahead and take a look at the comments! Also, below this text you will see, in small type, \"Maturity Level: 1 - appropriate for all ages.\" The Maturity Level varies in each game and can go from 1 to 8. We'll talk about this more once you play the game.And talking about playing the game ... to play the game (or any game) from this window, go ahead and click on the big button that says \"Play This Game!\"Clicking on Choose Another Game will take you to the Select-A-Game window.Click \"Play This Game!\" to begin!\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are now officially playing a Game! Okay, we admit, this isn't a very fun game, but nonetheless, it's a game!\n\nLook for a box below this text that had a few check boxes and some buttons. That box right there is your Command Center. That is how you control the game!\n\nThe checkboxes represent your choices. To make a choice, simply click the checkbox and click the button that says \"Go >>\"\n\nWe've made it easy for you on this page. There's only one choice! So go ahead and click in the checkbox and then click the GO button!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<-- Click the check box, then click the go button to continue!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Congratulations! You have just made your first MyAdventureGame.com Game Descision! Now it gets a little more complicated ... more choices! To continue ... answer the question below by selecting a choice and clicking Go, just like you did before!\n\nSo tell me, what do you think of MyAdventureGame.com so far\nBest Dang Website I've Ever Seen!!\nIt's an Okay Time Waster\nBah Humbug, I Don't Like It At All" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Best Dang Website you've Ever Seen!!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Awwww .... thanks! We like to think so too!\n\nA lot of games you are going to be playing on MyAdventureGame.com will have pictures in them! Sometimes, they may hold a clue to a puzzle, but most times they are just for fun! Isn't the picture on this page fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, Pictures Are Fun!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They are, but due to budget cuts we couldn't put any more fun pictures to put in this game, so that was it! Sorry ...\n\nAnyways, on to the next lesson. In some games, you will run across a choice that you just can't choose. Those types of choices have a little circle next to them instead of a check box. If you return to the page later in the game, you might be able to choose it ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You, however, am perfectly choosable. So, select you to continue!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In addition to unchoosable choices, you will run across things in the game called Objects. What is an Object? Well ... it can be anything!\n\nObjects are represented as little treasurechest icons. You can pick up any Object you see by clicking on the treasure chest Icon. Go ahead on pick up the TOASTER." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Awwww .... thanks! We like to think so too!\n\nA lot of games you are going to be playing on MyAdventureGame.com will have pictures in them! Sometimes, they may hold a clue to a puzzle, but most times they are just for fun! Isn't the picture on this page fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, you Don't Like Pictures At All!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh yeah, well fine! You don't have to look at them then! Lucky for you, there are no more pictures!\n\nAnyways, on to the next lesson. In some games, you will run across a choice that you just can't choose. Those types of choices have a little circle next to them instead of a check box. If you return to the page later in the game, you might be able to choose it ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You, however, am perfectly choosable. So, select you to continue!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In addition to unchoosable choices, you will run across things in the game called Objects. What is an Object? Well ... it can be anything!\n\nObjects are represented as little treasurechest icons. You can pick up any Object you see by clicking on the treasure chest Icon. Go ahead on pick up the TOASTER." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Congratulations! You have just made your first MyAdventureGame.com Game Descision! Now it gets a little more complicated ... more choices! To continue ... answer the question below by selecting a choice and clicking Go, just like you did before!\n\nSo tell me, what do you think of MyAdventureGame.com so far\nBest Dang Website I've Ever Seen!!\nIt's an Okay Time Waster\nBah Humbug, I Don't Like It At All" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's an Okay Time Waster" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes it is ... but you have to admit it's fun!\n\nA lot of games you are going to be playing on MyAdventureGame.com will have pictures in them! Sometimes, they may hold a clue to a puzzle, but most times they are just for fun! Isn't the picture on this page fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, Pictures Are Fun!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They are, but due to budget cuts we couldn't put any more fun pictures to put in this game, so that was it! Sorry ...\n\nAnyways, on to the next lesson. In some games, you will run across a choice that you just can't choose. Those types of choices have a little circle next to them instead of a check box. If you return to the page later in the game, you might be able to choose it ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes it is ... but you have to admit it's fun!\n\nA lot of games you are going to be playing on MyAdventureGame.com will have pictures in them! Sometimes, they may hold a clue to a puzzle, but most times they are just for fun! Isn't the picture on this page fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, you Don't Like Pictures At All!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh yeah, well fine! You don't have to look at them then! Lucky for you, there are no more pictures!\n\nAnyways, on to the next lesson. In some games, you will run across a choice that you just can't choose. Those types of choices have a little circle next to them instead of a check box. If you return to the page later in the game, you might be able to choose it ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Congratulations! You have just made your first MyAdventureGame.com Game Descision! Now it gets a little more complicated ... more choices! To continue ... answer the question below by selecting a choice and clicking Go, just like you did before!\n\nSo tell me, what do you think of MyAdventureGame.com so far\nBest Dang Website I've Ever Seen!!\nIt's an Okay Time Waster\nBah Humbug, I Don't Like It At All" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bah Humbug, you Don't Like It At All" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*snif snif* You're going to make us cry!!!\n\nA lot of games you are going to be playing on MyAdventureGame.com will have pictures in them! Sometimes, they may hold a clue to a puzzle, but most times they are just for fun! Isn't the picture on this page fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, Pictures Are Fun!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They are, but due to budget cuts we couldn't put any more fun pictures to put in this game, so that was it! Sorry ...\n\nAnyways, on to the next lesson. In some games, you will run across a choice that you just can't choose. Those types of choices have a little circle next to them instead of a check box. If you return to the page later in the game, you might be able to choose it ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*snif snif* You're going to make us cry!!!\n\nA lot of games you are going to be playing on MyAdventureGame.com will have pictures in them! Sometimes, they may hold a clue to a puzzle, but most times they are just for fun! Isn't the picture on this page fun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, you Don't Like Pictures At All!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh yeah, well fine! You don't have to look at them then! Lucky for you, there are no more pictures!\n\nAnyways, on to the next lesson. In some games, you will run across a choice that you just can't choose. Those types of choices have a little circle next to them instead of a check box. If you return to the page later in the game, you might be able to choose it ..." } ]

[ "Fantasy", "RPG", "War" ]

[ 104, 60, 95, 71, 30, 10, 10, 23 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: fantasy.\nSet the scene with these themes: Fantasy, RPG, War.\n\n\nYour best friend, the dragon Redscale has been abducted by an unknown adversary. Get yourself a companion, find Redscale and find out who took him.\nThis is the remodeled version of the original. There will be more story and it is going to be longer. Some of the comments gave me an idea how to redo it. The story has three sides to it. Thanks to the work of my Co-author, I've got a great story. For that, I thank him.\nComments and ratings wanted to help for future stories!\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You get up to the morning breeze blowing through the window. The start of summer is upon the villiage of Aravon. You, unlike most people of the village, have a dragon. Redscale has been in your care for several years now. You came upon him as hatchling when he was being attacked by a wild boar. Your long bow you had killed the giant boar in a single shot. You were ready for the dragon when you realized that he was no more than a baby. You took him to your house. That was a wise choice. You no longer have to worry of robbery. You two been best of friends since that faithful day.\n\nDragons in this land are common. They vary in size depending their age. Not many hang around humans because of their past war with dragons. The two races had disagreements that when one king went too far war was declared by dragons. It ruined may kingdoms and the caves of dragons. Until the war exhausted both of them they settled on leaving each other alone. Though some humans found ways to work with them. Together they built houses, discovered new medicine, and worked to get a better understanding of the world.\n\nNormally he'd be outside hunting around the time you get up. So you go outside to see the flowers bloom and a humid smell in the air. Clouds were in the sky. It might start to rain. Better get a coat just in case, you think. You live a hundred meters from Aravon. Near the edge of a great forest known as Valkar Forest. You get a coat and head out.\n\nYou get an axe. You go to start chop some wood for a fire when a blinding flash of light beams up in front of you. A snarling wolf demon appears and stares at you. Demons have appeared when the dragon war was ended by the humans that wanted power. Though the Royal Court of Varon put an end to it. Or most of it. All you have to defend yourself is a axe for cutting wood. You have your bow and sword inside. Still you prepare for battle. \"Don't bother to fight me Human.\" it sneers at you. \"You think you can kill me with an axe. I wouldn't try.\"\n\nYou stare at the beast, focused and concentrated. You were taught to stay calm at all times. \"What do you want demon?\"\n\n\"To talk to you about your pet dragon.\" It replies. \"We caught him.\" You stand there. How could they catch him? Who would want to mess with you two? \" Where is he? \"I'll find him and kill whoever did this.\" you say.\n\n\" Go to Igor's tower and you'll find whom you seek.\" He disappears in flames leaving you there to think how this could've happened. And why would they just tell you that they took Redscale? It doesn't make sense. You don't have enough time to think about the situation you're in. You'll have to resolve it and fast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You get Supplies" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You return to your house to prepare for your journey. Whoever did this has to be very powerful to stop a big dragon like Redscale. You grab your weapons: a sword and longbow. You grab a bag full of coins differing in value. You make a list for what you need: a horse, food, and quiver of arrows. You look around for anything else you may need. You see nothing and start to move toward Aravon.\n\n You arrive to see several single storied. You head to the local butcher. He was a rather large man. He goes by the name of Scar. Noone in the village ever found out why he calls himself that. He was skinning a whitetail deer when you entered his house. \"Need something?.\" Scar asked.You sigh. \"I need some meat. Why else would I come here?\" He gets up and looks at you. \"Come\" was all he said. He says nothing to you as you buy the meat you need for your trip.\n\nYou head to the blacksmith who is known to have quivers of arrows. You enter his workshop to a smell of smoke. You never hunted for any animal because Redscale would hunt for you two, so you never really had any need for arrows. You see the blacksmith hammering a cherry red sword that had to be recently made. You say,\"Sir, I have come in need of some arrows.\" He continues to hammer until its shape is correct. He puts it into a barrel of water and looks at you. \"Sure, you need some for a trip. I'll get you a quiver of usable arrows.\" He returns with your quiver and you pay. \"Thanks.\" is all you say is before you leave.\n\nYou head toward the local stable that sells horses. You are looking for a palfrey or known as a riding horse. You see a chocolate colored horse that looks as it was never used. You walk to the stable keeper. \"I want that one.\" You point at the palfrey. \"Well Mister, its one of my finer ones. You have 100 gold pounds with you?\" He asked. You sigh. Why is every stable keeper here a rip off, you think. You reluctently give him the amount. You leave with your new companion. You give him the name Amin, the Honest horse.\n\nYou ride Amin to your house. You know Redscale went to Valkor Forest to hunt, so that is the direction you are heading in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head for Valkor Forest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are in the forest. Animals scurry around you. A bridge is about 50 yards before you are stopped by two warriors. They come in front of you. The wierd thing is no battle horses. They bear the symbol of Varon: the king's knights. \"Halt.\" one of them says. You bring Amin to a stop. He snorts nervously.\n\n\"Why are you in the forest, young one?\" he asked.\n\n\"I am but a simple peasant.\" you reply.\n\n\"Somehow I doubt that,\" The other one says, \" you would not have weapons like that.\"\n\n\"Gotta protect myself.\" you say cautiously. You have uneasy feeling about these two. You look at the armor. You look at all the details and see nothing, but you see a sword mark by the heart. You now know what happened. These two must have ambushed a pair of battle-weary knights. By the look of the aromor they tried to fix it, but could not repair the heart wound. \"You two aren't knights! You're bandits!!!\" you yell.\n\n\"Your smarter than you look. The master misread your intelligence. Though we're not bandits, We'Re DeMoNs.\"\n\nNo more words are to be exchanged. These two are of the same demon that told you that Redscale was gone. These wolf demons must be killed. You can use your blade or take them out with your bow" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You use Sword" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shoot your blade out of its scabbard with lightning fast reflexes. You were star pupil of world reknowned swordmaster Quon. As they pounced you slashed one deeply into the shoulder. It dropped to the ground howling in pain while holding his shoulder.\n\nThe other one leaped on top of you and knocking you to the ground. You drop your sword and it slides away from your reach. Damn. you think as you hit the ground. You see a claw come at you to cut you. You grab the arm as its in mid swing and use your leg to kick him. That stuns him for a second and goes to grab your fallen sword. You get up to your knees to see him try to cut your head off. You duck and give him a leg sweep to try get him down. It works. He drops the sword and holds the back of his leg. You get up and pick up your sword. You limp over and look down in disgust. \"You should've left me alone. Your action will cost you your life.\" You raise your sword and cut his head off. He's done. You walk over to the wounded one and say, \"Whoever is your master is as good as dead. I'll spare you to tell him that he better realease Redscale or he's doomed.\" You remount Amin and go across the bridge.\n\nYou know that there's two villages on two crossroads. You come up to one, but the road to Seri is blocked by collapsed trees. Looks like Xias is the only one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Xias" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Xias is little less than a city. You head on the crossroad leading toward it. People are running around you trying to go somewhere or get something. You get people to look at you. They step back from you. They're afraid of me, you think as Amin walks across a busy street. You make your way to the local inn for any rumors that may help.\n\n The innkeeper is a rather bulky figure. Stories are told of how he trained in the military. He goes by the name of Io. He asks you if you wanted some coffee. Io asked,\"What makes you visit these parts stranger? Not as many folks come in here as the used to.\"\n\n\"I'm looking for a certain wizard who has captured a close friend of mine.\" you reply. You don't want to get too detailed. You hear the front door open to see a person come in with a cloak. The person heads to a croner and sits down. You're curious on who it is.\n\nYour curiosity was shattered by another person at the door come in. This was an angry group of men wielding swords and other kinds of weapons. A tall man, you presume to be their leader, steps up and shouts, \"Where is SHE! There you are you wrench!!\" They head over to the cloaked figure in the corner. You see them pull the hood down. A female sat there. Knowing that, you stand up and draw your own sword. \"You should leave her alone if I were you.\" you tell him. The leader turns and whispers to two of his men. They come at you with a axe and club.\n\nYou let them attack you first. The axeman swings the axe at your head. You duck and bring an uppercut to his chin that sends him staggering to the group. The man with the club tries to hit you in the head. It connects and sends you flying to the ground dazed and confused. Looks like I failed my quest. Forgive me Redscale, you think. For a moment there you think you felt a far sense of disappointment from somewhere. Then the woman leaps at the others with a concealed dagger. Within a few seconds, half the men that entered were on the ground, dead or wounded. The man raises the club for the final blow when a dagger thrusts through his heart. You see the woman standing over you, her hand reaching out at you.\n\nYou grab it and she pulls you to your feet. When you got up you got a better look at her. Brown hair that flowed down her back. Blue eyes that shone with a life energy that you\"ve never seen before in someone. She looks over your shoulder and her eyes widen. \"Come\" is all she says. She dashes up the stairs of the inn and disappears. You head up the stairs to see her in a room motioning for you to come in. you go in and she says, \"Help me.\" She's trying to barricade the door with the bed. You go over and out the corner of your eye you see a chair. \"Let's jam the chair in the doorknob.\" you yell.\n\nShe grabs the chair and jams it under the doorknob. Pounding on the door starts and you know men are trying to break in. Fear is swelling inside your body. \"OPEN THIS DOOR!!!\" someone outside the door yells. You start to get angry and your fear is gone.\n\n\"Like that's gonna happen,\" you yell back. The pounding is harder now. \"Explain later. What now?\" you say to your supposed ally. She gives you a grin that makes chills go down you back.\n\n\"We jump.\" she responds.\n\n\"Where?\" you ask. She points at a window behind you. Oh boy, you think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Jump" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You open the window to see a cart of hay below. \"Well.\" you hear her voice behind you. Better to jump than fight in my condition. Well, here I go, you say to yourself. You jump and land in the cart of hay below. You see her jump in to the cart nearly before you got out. \"What now?\" She looks at you in a funny way.\n\n\"We go to the stable.\" She responds. We get to the stable to see Amin and another horse. It was a dark black. She mounts the horse. \"Do you have a horse?\" She asks. You nod and point at Amin who snorts. \"Nice. Let's go.\" You mount Amin and we head toward the gate.\n\nYou see some men with bows at the gate wall with bows pointed at your companion and you. judging by the distance you estimate a hundred yards. An arrow shoots by your head. Apparently these archers are expert shooters.\n\n\"Don't shoot.\" She says. You look at her in worry.\n\n\"Why?\" you ask.\n\n\"I have some help of my own.\" she says. \"Look to your right.\" You turn your head to the right to see ten archers with crossbows. They aim and fire to take out all of the archers. She turns to them and nods. You two bolt through the gate and head towards Valkor Forest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You finally Meet" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ride with her for hours until you make it back to Aravon. You head into your house and collapse on your bed. She enters and sits on a chair near your fire place. \"This is where you live? she asks and you nod.\n\n\"I'll put the horses in the stable.\" you say. You never use it and thought back then how it might come in handy. You take the black horse and Amin to the stables. You fetch water from a small stream out back. You get some oats and feed them and head back in.\n\nYou return to the cabin and see your friend asleep. You go to your bed and doze off. You have a dream: You see yourself in front of two shadow figures. \"How could you fail on killing the boy. I've trained him and saw potential. But he's not good enough to slay a demon and wound one.\" a loud voice roars. To you it seems really familiar, though you can't seem to recall who's voice it is.\n\nA low one who's clearly afraid says, \"But Master... he's far more powerful than you envisioned. His dragon has made him far too powerful than your magic can predict.\"\n\nAll you can see is black, but the voices remain very clear. \"My magic not strong enough. That is a lie!!! He may be more powerful, but I'm not stupid enough to not believe it.\" You hear a low rumble. You know its Redscale rumbling a warning. You are all too familiar with it.\n\n\"He will save me and when he does. I'll personally tear you limb from limb. Zaron, I know you're your here. Don't give up! Use the power that I saw in you the day we met!\" Tears started to flow down your cheeks.\n\n\"The boy is here!?! Fine. You listen up Zaron. I will have my revenge. Just you wait...\" the voice fades in to darkness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up to your friend shaking you. Tears were really flowing down your cheeks. So it wasn't a dream, you say to yourself. \"We need to talk.\" you say to her.\n\n\"Fine. But I start. My name is Kai. I come from a wealthy family in the royal court of Varon. They were selfish. My OWN family! They sent me off to marry some Lord Warren I didn't even know. I reluctently agreed to the marrige. As my escort and I neared to his lands we were taken by suprise by some large group of bandits. My escort was killed and I ran to Xias. Some of the bandits followed me and I bought the cloak you first saw me in from a farmer. I went to the inn you were in. As they entered I prayed someone may help me. When you stood up I thought you were leaving, but you helped me and almost died from it. For that I'm in your debt.\" Kai finished.\n\nYou nod. \"I'm surprised I'm in the presence of royalty. I'd escort you, but I have a mission that demands my immediate attention.\"\n\n\"What mission?\" she asked.\n\n\"You wouldn't believe me anyway.\"\n\nI've seen some crazy stuff.\" You give her a sarcastic look. \"I'm not lying. Tell me of your mission that demands your attention.\"\n\n\"I'm not trying to get into deatils, but someone was taken from me.\"\n\n\"You're trying to save someone?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Who?\" You sigh and go to the window to look at the sky. You look at her with a deep sadness.\n\n\"My dragon.\"\n\nThat got her attention. She didn't say a thing so you continue, \"Two days ago Redscale; that's his name, went out hunting and never came back.\"\n\nShe finally was able to speak,\"How do know he didn't just leave.\"\n\nFor once since he was taken you laughed. It didn't last long, but it felt good. You look at her. \"Because we were too close to leave each other without telling one another. Anyway, before I went out to chop wood a flash of light appeared. A wolf demon appeared to give me the news. Then I went to the village for supplies. I headed for Valkor Forest and took the path to Xias for any rumors. Before I got info you came along with those thugs. And I'm Zaron, son of Aron.\" you finish.\n\n\"That's sad. Well I made my decision. I am coming with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue with Kai" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I accept your help Kai.\" you say with gratitude. \"We need to make a stop at Aravon. You know how to use a sword and shield?\" She nodded. \"We need a sword for you and two shields. Let's go.\"\n\nYou head out to the stable and mount Amin. She mounts her horse. You ask, \"What's its name?\"\n\n\"Shadow.\" She said. We went in the direction of Aravon.\n\nWe go to the blacksmith. He greets you two and asks what you want. \" Two shields and a sword.\" He comes back with a shield with a red dragon on it and a steel one with the symbol of Varon: an eagle. He asks Kai if she could use it. She grabs it and waits. \"This I made for you personally if the day came. This battle-ready Red Dragon shield is made of 16 gauge thick steel which will protect you from poundings on any battle field. Its yours without cost. And this is for you girl.\" He uncovers a steel sword on a table and gives it to her. He goes back to work and you leave with your new gear.\n\nWe put our gear on and headed torward a mountain rumored to have Igor's Tower. You both didn't talk because you know you two may die. You make it to a pass up the mountain when you hear you a noise in the bush. You snap you head in that direction and saw more movement. A lesson from Quon to observe everything. Kai was already doing that when the attack came, but you were ready.\n\nGroups of demons varying from animals of all kinds. A bear demon swipes you off Amin and to the ground. You cut at its leg and it goes down. Before you could finish it two more of them were on you. You see Kai kill any demon that came at her with expert cuts. She kills every demon that crossed her path. Something fired inside you that made each swing of your blade and land an instant kill. The first was a bird-demon from the air aiming to pick you up and drop you. A tiger came and clawed at you. You blocked with your shield and cut it apart. They begin to retreat. You can follow them to there hideout or cheak the area for any clues." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check for clues" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to see if Kai is okay. \"You hurt?\" She shakes her head. \"Yell if anything happens.\"\n\n\"What are you doing?' she asks panting.\n\n\"To search for any clues on how those demons got here.\"\n\nYou leave her while she tends to the horses. You look around to see a large set of footprints. You notice at least twenty humans have been here recently. You look around to see not only humans, but some demon footprints. Satisfied here you look in the direction opposite of which you looked at.\n\nYou go in the opposite direction to see a village there. North of there stood a large sructure you can't identify. \"Looks like a prison to me, but who's it for?\" you say to yourself. With the information you have it looks like that's your next destination.\n\nYou head to Kai and all you say is \"Mount up. We can't leave those demons. We must find out who summoned them.\"\n\nShe smiles. \"Let's get to it partner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head deeper into the mountain" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You remount your horse. Kai and you follow them. Whatever they're up to you need to know. You track them using the footprints and some blood they left. You have your sword laying in your hand for immediate use. Whoever is here has got to be powerful to summon these demons.\n\nYou eventually come to a cave. Kai said, \"We have to go in there.\"\n\n\"I never thought of that. Thanks.\"\n\n\"Don't have to be a jerk.\"\n\n\"I know. So we go in carefully or charge?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You approach carefully" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait here.\" you tell Kai. You go in with your shield up enough to protect you but not enough to block your line of sight. A turn is up ahead with a small reflection of light coming from it.\n\nYou motion for her to come in. \"There is a light behind the corner. I'll go see what's in there. Stay close enough that if I need help. You'll be here. Don't move! Be ready for a fight. I sense a great evil in there.\"\n\nYou go in there to see an old man who's maybe seventy years old. He turns towards you and smiles. \"I've been waiting for you.\"\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\n\"I'm known by many names. But you may call me Tora.\"\n\n\"Were those your demons?\"\n\n\"Yes. The has master taught me very well.\"\n\n\"Master? Who is he?\"\n\n\"Telling you would be too easy. You'll find out soon enough. After we bring you down.\"\n\nDemons from a secret path. One was a black dragon, bigger than Redscale. \"Kai!!!\" you shout.\n\n\"You have a partner. His reading said you'd be alone.\" Tora screams.\n\nKai comes by your side. \"No way. I may never have joined you if I knew this would happen.\"\n\n\"Shall we?\"\n\n\"We shall.\"\n\nYou both leap into action. You cut down any demon that enters your blade's range. Kai also was doing great until all that remained was the black dragon.\n\nYou can't move. Why can't I move, you ask yourself. The feeling is preventing you from moving. the black dragon swipes at you. Kai intervenes by blocking the claw with her shield. \"Snap out of it Zaron!! This isn't a dragon. Its a dragon demon!\"\n\n You aren't able to keep its tail from smacking her across the room. She hits the wall and falls to the floor motionless. That angers you to see it do that. Whatever pity you have for it is gone now. It goes in the direction of Kai to finish the job. You run in its path and yell, \"You want her? You'll have to go through me first!\"\n\nYou hear a deep rumble in its throat, like a laugh. To your amazement it can talk. \"Go through you first? You can't kill me boy! For I'm no demon, for I'm the KING of all dragons. I'm called Calivir.\"\n\n\"Some king you are. You'll let one of your kind be taken captive? You have no right to be called king!\"\n\n\" NO RIGHT!?!\" Calivir roars.\n\n\"You heard me.\"\n\n\"You don't understand. He's my son. I couldn't convince him to leave you, so I helped capture him.\"\n\n\"You may be his father, but he's my brother.\"\n\n\"You have no right to say that. Your a human and not a dragon.\"\n\nYou shake your head. \"We look out for one another, we argue with each other, we will risk everything to save each other, and the most important thing: we love each other. I don't need to be a dragon to call him my brother. I know he feels the same way. I feel it. So I have every right to call him my brother.\"\n\n\"Be as that may. I have no choice but to kill you.\" You look him in the eye and see something that shocks you. They have pain and a deep sadness in them. No.... something isn't right, you think. No one should ever have that look. You try one more time to reason with him. \"You have pain.\"\n\n\"Alas I do. I have to kill my son's brother.\"\n\n\"You have pain that whoever has Redscale may kill him.\"\n\n\"You obviously know how to read a dragon from Redscale. If you defeat me I'll reveal his location to you. If not, you die.\"\n\n \"Very well.\"\n\nYou get into a battle stance and Calivir sighs. He wips a claw and it glides across your shield. You cut a swipe at his leg and he flaps his wings to go airborne. He shoots a jet of flame at you. You lift your shield, unsure if it will protect you. It does however hold against the array of flames. You see him land and use his tail to whip at you. You are sent flying into a wall. Can't lose consciousness. You fight the urge to pass out. Calivir walks in your direction and shoots a claw at your chest. It rips your shirt off, but otherwise your uninjured. You grasp your sword for a final strke and cut a deep gash in his chest. Blue blood gushes out and he falls on his side. You fall to your knees after the battle. Kai and Calivir are in your sight. It gets blurry and blurrier by the second. You think you'll die before you pass out. A dream appears to you: All blackness surrounds you except for a faint red glow. It grows bigger until you see Redscale.\n\n\"Redscale....\"\n\n\"Rise brother.\" He says. You hear passion in his voice.\n\n\"I can't... pain ...too great.\"\n\n\"You must. You must not leave us. The pain is not enough to keep you down. RISE BROTHER!!!\"\n\nA great power awakens in you. The pain disappears and you rise from the dead. \" I'm up.\"\n\n\"Run toward the light Zaron. Run towards it and arise from your grave.\" He fades away and you feel tears come up. You hold them in and look around to see a light above you. \"I'm not done. Not by a long shot.\"\n\nYou wake to see Calivir gone and Kai in a corner with a fire. \"I must have been hit by a rockslide.\"\n\nShe hears your voice and jumps up. \"Your alive! But your pulse was gone.\"\n\n\"I was dead, but a friend showed me the light.\"\n\n\"Well Tora was easy to kill. I burned his remains and disposed off them. Calivir told me Redscale was in a prison in a village called Osco. I was gonna bury you, but you got up. How did you defeat Death?\"\n\n\"With purpose and Redscale. Let's go get him.\"\n\nWith your spirits refilled you head to the Osco. You will rescue him. You've got to, for it's destiny!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the Prison" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have no idea of Redscale's and your death sentence. You go to the large building you saw when searching for clues. Kai and you dismount your horses and sneak up a hundred meters from the prison. \"We'll camp here for the night.\" You start to set up camp for the night. You have another dream of Redscale:\n\nYou are on the ground you first saw Redscale. You see the boar with that very same arrow you killed it with. You look down to see your sword isn't there. It was here the day you met Redscale. You hear a rustle in the bush to your right. You head in the direction to see Redscale in a river that wasn't there when you were last here. \"\n\n\"Redscale.\"\n\nHe snaps his head in your direction. His eyes flash with an acknowledgement of your presence. \" So your here.\"\n\n\"I am.\"\n\n\"Are you near the prison?\"\n\n\"I'm camped outside with my new ally Kai.\"\n\n\"Never seem to go alone.\"\n\n\"So it seems.\"\n\n\"I'll be killed at midnight tommorow, then you will be hunted down too.\"\n\n\"Don't worry old friend. You can count on us.\"\n\n\"What will we do when we get out of here?\"\n\n\"Go after this so called master.\"\n\n\"Then do me a favor.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nHe comes out of the water. He walks up to you and puts his snout on your face. \"Wake up...wake up...wake up...\" his voice says to you becoming fainter and fainter.\n\nYou open your eyes to see your blade in hand. Its changed in appearance: The blade itself was a deep shade of red and the hilt is the same except for a saphire on the end. You smile and know this will work out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go into the Prison" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake Kai. \"What...\" she asks half asleep. Her eyes are barely open. She falls into another sleep and you shake her. That makes her angry.\n\n\"WHAT!\" she yells.\n\n\"We're going in there now.\" you reply.\n\n\"Now? There's still hours till daylight.\"\n\n\"We need to go in there now. Redscale has been sending me dreams on how he's doing. We go in now because by midnight tommorow, he'll be dead. Why are we going now after a big fight? Night gives us the concealment of darkness. We only have one chance, so I will go in with or without you. Redscale's my world, so I'll go in and I'll die trying to save him.\" you say with affection.\n\n\"If we go now, we have time. Okay, let's go.\"\n\nYou sneak up to the prison wall and scan the area. You don't see anyway in, but after further looking you see a house. \"That house might be our way in.\" you whisper. You head in the direction with Kai following close behind. You head toward the door and quietly open it. A guard is in ther asleep guarding a door next to him. You close it and whisper,\"There's a guard in there. Go in and take him down quietly. Then sneak around and get info. Don't make noise and run in the sign of danger. I'm coming with you in the house, but will seperate with you and find Redscale.\" She has no worry in her eyes, you can see determination.\n\nKai heads in with blade drawn and cuts his throat. He falls and you drag his body outside to a big bush you see growing on the bottom wall.You head back in to see Kai waiting for you. You nod and go through the door. You go down a long passage underground and see a latter uphead of you. \"I'll go first.\"\n\nYou head up the latter to see a lit hallway that has two directions. You lift yourself up and whisper,\"Clear.\" Kai clinbs up and is next to you in a second. \"Don't make any unneeded noise. I'm going left. You take right.\"\n\n\"Zaron.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Better live.\"\n\nShe quietly dashes down the hall and takes a left turn. You walk in the other direction. You left your bow on Amin because most combat will be close up. You head down to two hallways leading in two differrent directions. One heads downstairs and the other up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right (Down)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Redscale may be downstairs so you decide to go down. Sword drawn you head down to see doors. All along the hallway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dungeon" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You see doors going all along the hall. The biggest is the one at the far end. You approach it with deep caution and peer through a window to it.\n\nYou see Redscale there lying on the stony floor. You see keys on a table. A chair was there but no guard. You head to the door to put the key in the keyhole. You head in.\n\n\"I warned you whoever would come in would die.\"\n\n\"What did I do?\" you say playfully.\n\n\"Zaron!\"\n\n\"Let's go find Kai.\"\n\nYou her a scream from upstairs. Its no male. Then the saddening thought came to you. \" Go outside. I'll go get Kai.\" Redscale let loose a ripple of flame at the ceiling and flew outside the castle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scream" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run up the stairs and see some man holding Kai by the arm. \"So you found your dragon, but that was not my true intention. Getting the princess was.\" That voice was very familiar. Then it came to you.\n\n\"It's been along time Quon.\"\n\n\"You remember me. How sweet.\"\n\n\"Let her go.\"\n\n\"I'd like to see you make me.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" You swing your sword at his head and he ducks letting go of Kai. She grabs her fallen blade and goes on the offense. Swing after swing she goes at Quon with. He blocks or dodges every blow she tries. You go at him with your blade and he cuts your thigh. You fall holding it. Then he swings and nails the hilt of his blade into Kai's temple. She collapses to the ground. \"You've failed Zaron. Your quest was successful, but your mission was in vain.\" A black shape came from above. It was Calivir. The blood surrounding you makes your vision blurry and you black out.\n\nYou wake up to see Redscale hovering over you. \"You have waken. Where is your friend?\"\n\nYou look at your leg. It has clotted up and stopped bleeding. \"I'm such a fool. Why has that thought not occurred to me?\"\n\n\"Not everyone can predict what will happen.\"\n\nHe comes over and breathes on your leg. It starts to heal to a scar and finally to nothing. That get's you shocked.\n\n\"When did you learn to do that?\"\n\n\"People don't know everything about dragons. Many known facts on dragons are complete lies.\"\n\nYou look at the sky. \"Where do we go from here?\"\n\n\"We go back to Aravon or go for the rescue.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's go home.\" There was a faint disappointment in him. He did not argue. You go to Aravon on Amin and sold Shadow to a trader. You two live happily until you die of old age. Redscale then goes to live with his own kind. You often dreamed of what could have been." } ]

[ "Part of Series", "Socially Important" ]

[ 53, 47, 121, 105, 38, 15, 7, 20 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: modern Details: Trapped in an asylum for the insane with no memory of how you got there...alone and desperate...How will YOU escape? Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Welcome to the Insanity Complex. We hope you enjoy your stay (or not...).\n\n(Remember to save your game frequently.)\n\nShall we begin?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes! Let's begin!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun shining through the small window above you wakes you up. You are lying on the soft bed in what appears to be a small room. You sit up suddenly, shocked by what you see around you. You don't remember how you got here or ever being in this place before. How did you get here?\n\nNext to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have a closer look at the shelves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You check the shelves. They are bolted to the wall. You see three pairs of clothing on the top shelf. These are made up of a shirt and a pair of trousers. One pair is purple, one is pink and one is blue.\n\nYou know these aren't your clothes. You look at yourself. You are wearing what appears to be pyjamas. What do you do next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You put on the purple clothes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Right, that's better. Even though it's not your clothing it feels fresher than those pyjamas. You have a look at the bottom shelf. There is a bottle. You read it.\n\nQuitiapine 400mg\n\nTake one twice daily.\n\nRight. Now at least you can remember your name. Quitiapine? That's an antipsychotic! Your heart begins to race. You decide not to take it before you figure out what's going on. You put it in your pocket." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the chest of drawers" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have a look a the chest of drawers. It seems old and rickety. It is shoddily bolted to the wall and the floor.\n\nWhy is everything bolted down?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You open the drawers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the drawers are empty except the bottom one. It contains a notebook and pencil. You take them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You check the window." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You check the window. The sun is bright and hurts your eyes. You squint as you take a look at the window and its frame.\n\nIt seems to be made from triple glazed reinforced glass which is bolted to the window frame. What do you do next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hit the window." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The window doesn't even rattle. Are you locked in? How are you going to get out? You don't want to spend the rest of your life in this place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to open the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You push on the door. It doesn't budge. Maybe it's a pull door. You pull on the door. It doesn't budge.\n\nYou are locked in. Your heart races. How are you going to get out? Why are you here? What's going on?\n\nIn your frustration you keep hitting the door. You hear a mechanical noise behind you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stop hitting the door and turn around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You turn around. You dont see anything. You look around carefully again. Your thoughts are racing. How are you going to get out?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The window must break sometime! In your frustration you go over to the window and hit it repeatedly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mechanical noise was a CCTV Camera. The doctors see you banging the window as a desire to kill yourself by jumping out of the window or using broken glass.\n\nPeople in white coats have come to take you away. They prepare the sedation. You see one holding a big needle and syringe. Your heart races. You scream. They hold you down and inject you in the neck.\n\nYou stop struggling as they put you in a straight jacket. The world slowly fades to black." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next>>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up in a cell where the walls and floor are padded. Everything is padded including the bed. Fortunately for you they've taken off the straight jacket.\n\nYou are alone and desperate. You need to get out of this place. Your thoughts start to race. You are paralysed as thoughts of the past bombard your mind.\n\nThoughts of the world trying to hurt you, thoughts of your worthlessness, and mainly, most strongly, most importantly, thoughts of your death. These thoughts race around your head at the speed of light, burning away in your head, eating away at your decaying heart.\n\nSuddenly you realise that you are screaming and bashing your head against the soft padded wall. You try to stop, but you cant. Something, someone else is controling your body. You scream in frustration, the voice telling you you must excape. You must escape.\n\nIt stops.\n\nYou decide maybe it's best to take your medication now. Or maybe not?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You'll do anything to feel better. Take your medication." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You take your medication. You take one tablet as directed hoping this will hold off the darkness inside you for a while, making it easier for you to escape.\n\nYou wait for what you think is an hour for the medication to take effect and then you decide it's time for you to begin your escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right. You're ready." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start to search all around the room, which looks irritatingly bare. You still have a pain in your forehead, which makes it quite difficult to concentrate, but you still carry on.\n\nYou see nothing. It's a good thing that it's starting to get slightly easier to concentrate.\n\nIntuition tells you to check the padded pockets in the walls and floor. You feel the pockets around the room but you don't feel anything.\n\nYou start getting increasingly anxious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep searching." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You continue your search, frantically feeling the walls to see if there is anything hidden, your thoughts and heartbeat racing... Suddenly you feel something inside one of the padded pockets in the corner where two walls meet. Your heart skips a beat as you pull out a note with someone's handwriting on it, a map and an ID card. You take them. [have a look at them before continuing]" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before you can gather your thoughts, suddenly the door creaks open and two men and a woman walks in. It's the woman who's picture is on the ID Card.\n\n\"Good afternoon, Miss Owens. How are you feeling?\" The woman asks you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"How am I feeling? How am I feeling? I'm in a padded cell and you ask how i'm feeling?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They look at each other, worried. The woman speaks again.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Miss Owens. I was just enquiring if you were feeling better than before.. You were having a psychotic episode, so we had to restrain you and put you in here. Are you feeling better?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"I guess so...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She seems to relax a little. She smiles.\n\n\"Alright then. You can leave this room now. We'll take you back to your room. Did you take your medication?\" She asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Yeah. I did.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good, good...Well come with me.\"\n\nShe gestures for you to follow and you do so tentatively. The two men walk behind you to make sure you do not escape. You think maybe now is the time to escape, but then think better of it...if it doesn't work....well, let's just say that you want a realistic chance at this.\n\nNo, you have the ID card so you can get out easily, as long as no one spots you. You'll try once you get back into your room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next >>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are back inside your room, locked in again. This is starting to make you extremely irritated, but you take a deep breath and decide it's worth the effort to escape.\n\nAt least you now know that they can watch you using that camera, which seems to detects noise at certain decibels (you know this because it only activated when you started hitting the door) so you have to be very, very careful with what you do in here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look closely, but quitely around the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sneak over to the door to check to see if there is any way you can unlock it..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What exactly are you trying to do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What exactly are you trying to do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sneak over to the door to check to see if there is any way you can unlock it..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sneak over to the door to check to see if there is any way you can unlock it..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sneak over to the door to check to see if there is any way you can unlock it..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "ID Card used" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh dear...there's no slot to use the card in. This fact seems to double your irritation levels. What use is this card then?\n\nYou decide that you can't get out of this room using the ID Card. You'll have to think of something else.\n\nSuddenly, the door opens and a man is standing in the doorway.\n\n\"Miss Owens? It's time for dinner. I need you to come with me.\" The man commands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hmm...yeah? Go with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man leads you to the dining area. It's a large room with many tables in it. Lots of people are lining up to get their food and many are already sat down eating.\n\nThe man beckons to the doctor lady from before. She comes over and they both stand by you. Another man on the other side of the room is watching you. You feel very, very unnerved.\n\n\"Miss Owens?\" The woman says. \"I'm sorry about all this, but we have to keep a close eye on you, you see...we have a duty to make sure that everyone is safe...\"\n\nThe man cuts in. \"We also have to make sure that you actually eat...becuase of your background of self-neglect...\" He smiles warmly at you, making you feel ANGRY." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take deep breaths, say nothing and go to line up for food." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You do not reply and line up for dinner. It's obviously better to be calm at this moment than to be impulsive. You get to the window and pick up a tray, a knife and a fork. The man stares at you hard.\n\nYou move down in the line and a woman behind the counter shoves a bowl of rice into your hands. Not expecting it, you cry out as grains of rice fly into your face. The man grips your arm, in case you get angry, and warns the woman strongly not to provoke the patients.\n\nYou take a deep breath, take the rice and walk to a seat. The man sits beside you and the woman across from you.\n\nThe woman speaks. \"I want you to eat that all up now. If you do then we'll leave you alone. Okay?\"\n\nYou nod as you attempt to consume the rice. You take up a forkful and put it in your mouth and start to chew. Suddenly, the dark voice comes back:\n\n\"Stop! Don't eat that. I'm warning you Tina, if you swallow, if you even think about swallowing, I will make you wish you were dead! You really think people will accept you back into society if you keep binging on food? Look woman, DO. NOT. SWALLOW.\"\n\nYou feel physically sick at the prospect of eating this bowl of rice. What do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You scream and throw the bowl of rice. You are unable to eat it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman sitting opposite ducks as your bowl of rice suddenly flies past millimeters away from her head. Within milliseconds the man is restraining you using there trained techniques. You struggle with them, but to no avail. They hold you down and sedate you...again..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oops..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up back in the padded cell...again. You frantically search for your items, but they are not there. They must have searched you and taken everything. How on Earth are you going to escape now?\n\nYou frantically search the room again to see if there is anything else to help you. You don't find anything. You're stuck here forever. You slowly get more and more mentally ill, until you lose your sanity completely.\n\nThere's nothing you can do to escape anymore...It's over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman sitting opposite ducks as your bowl of rice suddenly flies past millimeters away from her head. Within milliseconds the man is restraining you using there trained techniques. You struggle with them, but to no avail. They hold you down and sedate you...again..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman sitting opposite ducks as your bowl of rice suddenly flies past millimeters away from her head. Within milliseconds the man is restraining you using there trained techniques. You struggle with them, but to no avail. They hold you down and sedate you...again..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman sitting opposite ducks as your bowl of rice suddenly flies past millimeters away from her head. Within milliseconds the man is restraining you using there trained techniques. You struggle with them, but to no avail. They hold you down and sedate you...again..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman sitting opposite ducks as your bowl of rice suddenly flies past millimeters away from her head. Within milliseconds the man is restraining you using there trained techniques. You struggle with them, but to no avail. They hold you down and sedate you...again..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What exactly are you trying to do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You do not reply and line up for dinner. It's obviously better to be calm at this moment than to be impulsive. You get to the window and pick up a tray, a knife and a fork. The man stares at you hard.\n\nYou move down in the line and a woman behind the counter shoves a bowl of rice into your hands. Not expecting it, you cry out as grains of rice fly into your face. The man grips your arm, in case you get angry, and warns the woman strongly not to provoke the patients.\n\nYou take a deep breath, take the rice and walk to a seat. The man sits beside you and the woman across from you.\n\nThe woman speaks. \"I want you to eat that all up now. If you do then we'll leave you alone. Okay?\"\n\nYou nod as you attempt to consume the rice. You take up a forkful and put it in your mouth and start to chew. Suddenly, the dark voice comes back:\n\n\"Stop! Don't eat that. I'm warning you Tina, if you swallow, if you even think about swallowing, I will make you wish you were dead! You really think people will accept you back into society if you keep binging on food? Look woman, DO. NOT. SWALLOW.\"\n\nYou feel physically sick at the prospect of eating this bowl of rice. What do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This is the last straw! Yell at the voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You shout at the voice.\n\n\"Leave me alone!\" you scream, \"Why do you keep doing this?\"\n\nThe woman tenses and the man grabs your arm again. The whole room goes silent except for the sound of one of the patients having a panic attack in the distance.\n\n\"Miss Owens? Are you alright?\" The woman asks you in a very stern voice.\n\nYou ignore her. The voice has interfered once too often. You decide that this is the last straw.\n\n\"NO! I will swallow...\" you shout into thin air, \"And do you know why I will swallow?\"\n\nThe voice replies, \"Yes I do know why. Because you are useless and idiotic that's why! You can even control your eating habits, you fat pig!\"\n\n\"Aaaahhh!\" You scream. \"No, you are wrong! I will swallow because I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!\" You still don't swallow but immediately start to break down into tears on the floor. Through your breakdown you see them taking a young woman away, seemingly to calm her down.\n\n\"Miss Owens...stop it. CALM. DOWN.\" the woman shouts at you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You take deep breaths, nod and allow the man to help you up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand up with the aid of the man.\n\n\"Thank you\" you begin, \"I needed that. I'm sorry for what just happened. I don't know what came over me.\" You don't mean this apology one bit, but you decide that it will work out in your favor to apologize.\n\n\"That's alright, Miss Owens. I know it's hard, but can you please try to control yourself when you are around other patients...It will help both you and them.\" The woman seems to be scolding you. This makes you feel useless, unworthy and resentful. You decide that you will escape and get your revenge. You want revenge now but you know that it is better to escape first.\n\n\"Revenge: a dish best served cold...\" The dark voice echoes in your head and then starts to cackle evily. You smile broadly.\n\n\"Miss Owens? Please sit down...I wont ask you to eat the meal today.\" You look at the woman's mouth which is upturned in a smile. You look further down and see the staff keys around her neck. That's your ticket out of here, you think.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab the keys and RUN!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the knife and the keys from around her neck and run. According to the note you've been given, you have approximately 10 minutes to get out before the whole building is surrounded by police and it becomes impossible to escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time to go >>>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have to run now! You don't have much time to dilly-dally.\n\nYou look at your watch to time 10 minutes. [WARNING: It says below \"TIME is 10\". If it gets to 0 then it's over and you've been caught. Decide carefully, and don't waste time. There's only one way out of this place.]\n\n You have to decide NOW where to go.\n\nTime is 10" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the dorms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You reach the dormitory corridors. To the right of you is a fire exit and to the left of you is the rest of the corridor which leads to the padded cell and the offices.\n\nYou don't have much time to stop as the nurses are chasing after you. Where do you go?\n\nTime is 8" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the fire exit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to the fire exit. It's locked electronically because of the panic alarm. You realize that won't be able to go through any exit that is controlled electronically. You turn around to see one nurse is blocking the corridoor.\n\n\"She's here by the fire exit. I've found her. Quickly!\" She says into her two way radio.\n\nYou charge at her and fortunately you are strong enough to use brute force to knock her down. Her radio goes flying and she is lying face down on the floor, unconscious.\n\nYou run.\n\nTime is 7" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to the fire exit. It's locked electronically because of the panic alarm. You realize that won't be able to go through any exit that is controlled electronically. You turn around to see one nurse is blocking the corridoor.\n\n\"She's here by the fire exit. I've found her. Quickly!\" She says into her two way radio.\n\nYou charge at her and fortunately you are strong enough to use brute force to knock her down. Her radio goes flying and she is lying face down on the floor, unconscious.\n\nYou run.\n\nTime is 7" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to the fire exit. It's locked electronically because of the panic alarm. You realize that won't be able to go through any exit that is controlled electronically. You turn around to see one nurse is blocking the corridoor.\n\n\"She's here by the fire exit. I've found her. Quickly!\" She says into her two way radio.\n\nYou charge at her and fortunately you are strong enough to use brute force to knock her down. Her radio goes flying and she is lying face down on the floor, unconscious.\n\nYou run.\n\nTime is 7" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You go to the fire exit. It's locked electronically because of the panic alarm. You realize that won't be able to go through any exit that is controlled electronically. You turn around to see one nurse is blocking the corridoor.\n\n\"She's here by the fire exit. I've found her. Quickly!\" She says into her two way radio.\n\nYou charge at her and fortunately you are strong enough to use brute force to knock her down. Her radio goes flying and she is lying face down on the floor, unconscious.\n\nYou run.\n\nTime is 7" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What exactly are you trying to do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You reach the dormitory corridors. To the right of you is a fire exit and to the left of you is the rest of the corridor which leads to the padded cell and the offices.\n\nYou don't have much time to stop as the nurses are chasing after you. Where do you go?\n\nTime is 8" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the offices." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run down the corridor to enter the offices. You look through the window of the door. It is a large room filled with little office blocks. This must be where the administrators work. The door is locked. You realize that this door is not to the outside of the building so it shouldn't be locked electronically.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run down the corridor to enter the offices. You look through the window of the door. It is a large room filled with little office blocks. This must be where the administrators work. The door is locked. You realize that this door is not to the outside of the building so it shouldn't be locked electronically.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run down the corridor to enter the offices. You look through the window of the door. It is a large room filled with little office blocks. This must be where the administrators work. The door is locked. You realize that this door is not to the outside of the building so it shouldn't be locked electronically.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run down the corridor to enter the offices. You look through the window of the door. It is a large room filled with little office blocks. This must be where the administrators work. The door is locked. You realize that this door is not to the outside of the building so it shouldn't be locked electronically.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "ID card used" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You swipe your ID card in the reader by the side of the entrance door. It unlocks.\n\nYou open the door and run through the office. The office blocks fortunately don't have any windows so you run thorough the main office space easily until you get to the exit door. You run past photocopiers and office tables. You narrowly miss knocking over a standing office fan.\n\nWhen you get to the exit door you swipe the card again. It unlocks.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the lounge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to enter the lounge. You burst through the door into the sight of the nurses behind the nurses station and into the frightened eyes of the patients that are relaxing in here. The patients are stunned into silence as they all know what's going on.\n\nYou freeze in shock. You didn't expect so many people to be in here. While you are standing there in shock, the nurses run out of the nurses station and are on you before you can gather your thoughts. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh no..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They held you down again and injected you with that needle. They decided that this place is not secure enough for you. Them and the police put you in a straight jacket and put you in a high security padded police van and took you to the maximum security hospital/prison called Broadmore for the most dangerous of people. This is where you are to spend the rest of your days, as you are deemed as too dangerous to ever be in society ever again.\n\nYou are too ill to escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They held you down again and injected you with that needle. They decided that this place is not secure enough for you. Them and the police put you in a straight jacket and put you in a high security padded police van and took you to the maximum security hospital/prison called Broadmore for the most dangerous of people. This is where you are to spend the rest of your days, as you are deemed as too dangerous to ever be in society ever again.\n\nYou are too ill to escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They held you down again and injected you with that needle. They decided that this place is not secure enough for you. Them and the police put you in a straight jacket and put you in a high security padded police van and took you to the maximum security hospital/prison called Broadmore for the most dangerous of people. This is where you are to spend the rest of your days, as you are deemed as too dangerous to ever be in society ever again.\n\nYou are too ill to escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They held you down again and injected you with that needle. They decided that this place is not secure enough for you. Them and the police put you in a straight jacket and put you in a high security padded police van and took you to the maximum security hospital/prison called Broadmore for the most dangerous of people. This is where you are to spend the rest of your days, as you are deemed as too dangerous to ever be in society ever again.\n\nYou are too ill to escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What exactly are you trying to do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to enter the lounge. You burst through the door into the sight of the nurses behind the nurses station and into the frightened eyes of the patients that are relaxing in here. The patients are stunned into silence as they all know what's going on.\n\nYou freeze in shock. You didn't expect so many people to be in here. While you are standing there in shock, the nurses run out of the nurses station and are on you before you can gather your thoughts. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to enter the lounge. You burst through the door into the sight of the nurses behind the nurses station and into the frightened eyes of the patients that are relaxing in here. The patients are stunned into silence as they all know what's going on.\n\nYou freeze in shock. You didn't expect so many people to be in here. While you are standing there in shock, the nurses run out of the nurses station and are on you before you can gather your thoughts. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to enter the lounge. You burst through the door into the sight of the nurses behind the nurses station and into the frightened eyes of the patients that are relaxing in here. The patients are stunned into silence as they all know what's going on.\n\nYou freeze in shock. You didn't expect so many people to be in here. While you are standing there in shock, the nurses run out of the nurses station and are on you before you can gather your thoughts. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to enter the lounge. You burst through the door into the sight of the nurses behind the nurses station and into the frightened eyes of the patients that are relaxing in here. The patients are stunned into silence as they all know what's going on.\n\nYou freeze in shock. You didn't expect so many people to be in here. While you are standing there in shock, the nurses run out of the nurses station and are on you before you can gather your thoughts. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What exactly are you trying to do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You swipe your ID card in the reader by the side of the entrance door. It unlocks.\n\nYou open the door and run through the office. The office blocks fortunately don't have any windows so you run thorough the main office space easily until you get to the exit door. You run past photocopiers and office tables. You narrowly miss knocking over a standing office fan.\n\nWhen you get to the exit door you swipe the card again. It unlocks.\n\nTime is 6" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the reception area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You sneak into the reception area and hide behind the wall of the receptionist's desk. The family in the visiting room can see you and they stare at you, obviously confused. They call the receptionist's attention. They could be revealing your location.\n\nYou have to act FAST.\n\nYou take a peak at the front door. You see flashes of blue and red light. It seems the police are blocking the exit. You look behind you at the back door. This is an old oak door which doesn't seem to be electric.\n\nTime is 5" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You escape through the Front door" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide that you will escape through the front door! The receptionists see you run past but are powerless you stop you from escaping.\n\nThe many police outside on the other hand are another matter. They see you burst through the front door. Immediately they are on top of you. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 4" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next>>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They held you down again and injected you with that needle. They decided that this place is not secure enough for you. Them and the police put you in a straight jacket and put you in a high security padded police van and took you to the maximum security hospital/prison called Broadmore for the most dangerous of people. This is where you are to spend the rest of your days, as you are deemed as too dangerous to ever be in society ever again.\n\nYou are too ill to escape." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide that you will escape through the front door! The receptionists see you run past but are powerless you stop you from escaping.\n\nThe many police outside on the other hand are another matter. They see you burst through the front door. Immediately they are on top of you. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 4" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know times are desperate, but there must be another way to escape...apart from overdosing..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide that you will escape through the front door! The receptionists see you run past but are powerless you stop you from escaping.\n\nThe many police outside on the other hand are another matter. They see you burst through the front door. Immediately they are on top of you. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 4" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seriously?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's a time and a place..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide that you will escape through the front door! The receptionists see you run past but are powerless you stop you from escaping.\n\nThe many police outside on the other hand are another matter. They see you burst through the front door. Immediately they are on top of you. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 4" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notepaper" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a new page." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide that you will escape through the front door! The receptionists see you run past but are powerless you stop you from escaping.\n\nThe many police outside on the other hand are another matter. They see you burst through the front door. Immediately they are on top of you. You are cornered.\n\nTime is 4" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What exactly are you trying to do?" } ]

[ "Serious" ]

[ 34, 46, 72, 78, 37, 13, 14, 8 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of fantasy, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Serious\"\n\n\n\"You wake up imprisoned in a dark tower, your memories lost. You must find the three keys to get out. Will you succeed or will you remain trapped in there forever?\nThis is my first advanced game. So if it doesn't work, then please tell me to fix it. Feedback and feedforward much appreciated.\nHave fun!\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wake up. In the middle of nowhere. Your head hurts and your feet are asleepl. Your name is...you can't remember. You wonder how you got here. It seems like you're in a tower. A dimly lit tower without any windows. This doesn't look good.\n\nYou walk around. Maybe if you explore a bit, you'd be able to find out what you are doing here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Walking..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step on a crumpled piece of paper. Have a look at it before you leave. (You will drop this on the next page.)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk up the stairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk up the stairs. This floor looks like a bedroom. You see a double bed, a bedside table, a vase, a rocking chair and... an axe. This could be useful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You step on a crumpled piece of paper. Have a look at it before you leave. (You will drop this on the next page.)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You explore this floor" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You spot a box that looks like its been tossed aside by someone. It's full of dents. You try to open it, but it needs a combination. You'd better find it. For all you know the keys might be inside." } ]

[ "Humor", "Puzzle", "RPG" ]

[ 207, 106, 232, 236, 110, 46, 10, 36 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: sci-fi Themes: Humor, Puzzle, RPG Details: 03/07/07 UPDATE\nFixed some glitches, and I've now added the high score table!\nJan 11 07- Thanks to Silverman for pointing out some glitches, much appreciated.\nHIGH SCORES\nGerard 201933\nFleshnblood_78 201933\ngameshark1313 201933\nCojocaru 201923\nDeven711 201918\nSilverman 201888 Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today is your first day, your first step to becoming a villain. But you need cash, man! You need to crawl before you can walk. Where do you get your money from?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Go rob some lady in a dark alley" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your robbery is a success. You now have $15.00" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now what?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What do you want to do now?\n\nYou now have $15.00\n\nYou currently have 100 Life.\n\nYou have 109 EXP Points, and are at level 1" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Gun Store" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the gun store. There are a large variety of weapons to choose from.\n\nYou currently have $15.00 to spend." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Freddy" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "FREDDY: Hey, whaddya want?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, me and me Pop used to be in the asylum business. He was always telling me folks, \"I tell ya, that Freddy Bob Junior is gonna be sumfin one day.\" When I told him I wanted to sell firearms, he was sorta dissapointed, but he stuck by me anyways. I'm proud to say though, he went down doin' what he loved most..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "FREDDY: Hey, whaddya want?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"So, what do ya do when you aren't working?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Freddy shrugs.\n\nFREDDY: I dunno, shoot stuff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"What kind of stuff?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Freddy screws up his face like a two year old trying to add 1 and 1.\n\nFREDDY: Er, like, squirrels, and birds, and rats and beer cans and cars and dogs and goldfish and-" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk away slowly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rather offended that you just walk away while he is talking, Freddy pulls out a shotgun and shoots you in the back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today is your first day, your first step to becoming a villain. But you need cash, man! You need to crawl before you can walk. Where do you get your money from?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You steal a car" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where do you rob your car from?\n\nNOTE: If you can't get a car, try getting a gun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today is your first day, your first step to becoming a villain. But you need cash, man! You need to crawl before you can walk. Where do you get your money from?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pretend to be a charity collector" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pretending to raise money for the orphanage, you manage to get yourself ten dollars.\n\nYou now have $10.00\n\nYou currently have 100 Life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now what?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What do you want to do now?\n\nYou now have $10.00\n\nYou currently have 100 Life.\n\nYou have 0 EXP Points, and are at level 1" } ]

[ "Fantasy", "Part of Series", "Previously Featured", "RPG", "Serious" ]

[ 71, 48, 92, 79, 40, 13, 6, 52 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Category: fantasy Themes: Fantasy, RPG, Serious Details: This game is a sequel to the 3rd ending of the Gauntlet, in which, having escaped the dungeons of Tyrannica, you are trying to make your way back home. It is a difficult journey, which will take you through a vast wilderness and severely test your survival skills. But you must be up to it if you will ever free the slaves from Tyrannica...P.S. There are 2 SECRET LEVELS in this game! Try to find them both! It won't be easy! Story mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before you looms an enormous landscape, with a giant lake, a huge forest, and beyond that, an enormous mountain range. You gaze into the distance, uncertain, yet unafraid. After all, you have just escaped from the dreaded subterranean prisons of Tyrannica.\n\nHowever, the journey back to your beloved country will be long and arduous. You lost all your weapons in the dungeon, and now you have nothing but the clothes on your back. You will have to spend many days on foot. In addition, the land ahead is full of terrfiying, mysterious creatures. You've heard of many travellers who went through these lands and never came out.\n\nStill, the journey must be made. You must return to your country, where your friends and family live. And you must live to fight another day; so that you can topple the despotic ruler of Tyrannica and free his slaves.\n\nThe sun is now high in the sky, and it's very hot. This may not be the best time for walking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You start the journey now" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start walking off in the direction of your country. You can't yet see it, but you know it isbehind those mountains. You've heard of many nasty creatures that live on the mountain, but perhaps the worst is the horned wolf. These predators travel in packs, and are completely fearless; not only will they try to attack and eat anything, but they are especially fond of attacking and eating unfamiliar things...\n\nWHAM! Suddenly, you trip and fall over. You were so deep in thought, that you didn't notice the large stick in your path until you fell over it. Hmmm... pretty nice stick. Long, thick and powerful. It would make a great club." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue on the journey" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You continue on, striding through the grass, until you reach the flat plain. In front of you are two enormous paths: a huge lake, almost large enough to be an ocean, and a forest. Both probably have the same amount of dangers and monsters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Forest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The forest is huge! It stretchs miles and miles, all the way to the mountains in the distance. No telling what kind of fearsome animals, poisonous plants or horrible chasms it holds! Still, better than trying to cross a lake without a boat, you decide, so off you go!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into the forest!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the forest. The enormous trees that tower overhead blot out most of the sunlight, it's very hard to see. Then you realize that this is due in part to the fact that the sun is setting.\n\nUh-oh! You don't want to be walking around in these woods at night! No telling what sort of creatures might attack you! You decide to sit down and set up camp before it gets too dark. This gives you a little bit of time to search for food and maybe make a fire. By a lucky chance, you have come to a clearing, surrounded by bushes, a small animal's burrow and a tree that looks climbable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You enter clearing" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're standing in the center of the clearing. You better get settled before it gets dark. You're kind of hungry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You set up camp" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to make camp now. You find some dry sticks on the ground, and are fortunate enough to make a fire by rubbing them together, so that by the time it's dark, you have a roaring bonfire. Great! Now the only thing you're missing is food.\n\nAs you sit around the campfire, your eyelids begin to grow heavy. Suddenly, you hear a growl coming out of the bush. That wakes you up pretty quickly. Whatever made that sound is nearby... and it doesn't sound friendly!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You grab a burning piece of wood from the fire" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holy crap! What is that thing?!\n\nWhatever it is, it throws down the rest of the lizard it was eating and jumps off the tree, landing with a flying leap on your face. It grabs your face in its long crocodilian jaws and begins biting down. Quickly, you lift the burning stick in your hand up to the creature's backside, and... \"YOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!\"\n\nWith a horrible catlike scream, it leaps off your back and retreats into the jungle. Phew! You did it! You defeated the monster! But now you're having second thoughts about continuing into the forest. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer trying to cross the lake?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You play it safe! Go to the lake!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You'd really rather not try to go into that forest. Instead, you head toward the lake. By the time you arrive at the beach, the nigt is almost over. The full moon hangs in the sky like a giant glowing white orange. It seems peaceful enough, if you ignore the enormous waves striking the beach with full force. The sun will be rising soon.\n\nYou suddenly realize, with a sinking feeling (no pun intended) that you have no boat. You could look for one, or just try to swim across it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for a boat" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wander along the beach, and, suddenly, you see a raft floating in the water! What an incredible stroke of luck! You're about to jump on and start sailing, but then you remember that you are rather in a weakened state with virtually no weapons or food to speak of. Perhaps you should spend some time on the beach first searching for possible food and weapons before venturing off..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search the beach" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before jumping on the raft, you get out and decide to look around the beach. You stroll along the beach, as the waves the sand and spray your feet with salt. Night is falling, and the beach is pretty empty. There isn't even a crab to eat (not that you'd want to eat a raw crab). Fortunately, you do manage to find some pretty sharp-looking shells, several more sticks, giant leaves and a length of twine. With the twine and one hook-shaped stick you make a fishing line, with the rest of the sticks and the leaves you make a mast, but you don't know what to do with the shells. Oh well, time to set sail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Over the sea, let's go men. You're shovin' right off, you're shovin' right off again..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You push your raft into the waves, and in a few minutes you're off! The wind is strong, and the beach quickly fades out of sight. Soon you're in the middle of the enormous lake. Who knows what dangers lurk beneath the surface...\n\nYou quickly push all negative thoughts out of your head. If you want to survive, it's important to be optimistic. You decide to focus on the shining sun, the cloudless sky, the sparkling waters. In this way you pass half an hour slowly drifting along the lake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eventually..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually, your mind starts to turn to food. You're over a pretty deep part of the lake now, so maybe you can get something with your fishing line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You cast the line" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab your makeshift fishing line and toss it into the water. With a PLOP! it sinks as far down as it will go. You can see it clearly in the water, and there are no fish biting! You can't even see a fish! Disappointed, you look up to see how far you are from the other side of the lake. It's still two miles away. Then suddenly, the rocks violently and you fall into the water with a PLOOSSH! You sink several feet under the boat, streams of bubbles tickling your face, arms and feet. That's when you see what's stuck on your line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Creepy music playing here" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's a pack of fish monsters! And one of them is caught on your line. You would have thrown it back, but these creatures don't seem to care... they're out for blood, and they've seen you!\n\nStuck here beneath your raft, underwater, you don't stand much of a chance. Perhaps if you freed the one that's caught on the line, they'd go away. Then again, perhaps you should swim up to your raft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You free the icthyosaur" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you dodge several icthyosaurs charging through the water like torpedoes, and reach the one caught on the line. He snaps at you, but you stay out of the reach of those crushing jaws, and grab the line. Straining, you pull, and the hook slids out of its flesh!\n\nYou turn triumphantly to the others, confident, they'll leave you alone. Imagine your surprise when you turn and see them charging at you hungrily. And this time, there's no time to get out of the way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's a pack of fish monsters! And one of them is caught on your line. You would have thrown it back, but these creatures don't seem to care... they're out for blood, and they've seen you!\n\nStuck here beneath your raft, underwater, you don't stand much of a chance. Perhaps if you freed the one that's caught on the line, they'd go away. Then again, perhaps you should swim up to your raft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You swim back to the raft" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With quick, powerful strokes, you swim upwards as fast as you can, and when you're about to run out of air... you burst through to the surface! Ah, sweet air! Quickly, you swim back to the raft and hoist yourself on top of it!\n\nSuddenly, one of the icthyosaurs comes bursting through the surface, splashing water everywhere. It's trajectory has been carefull planned so it would pass over you, bite your head off and fly over the raft to land back in the water!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which way do you dodge?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You dodge to the right, and it misses you completely! It falls into the water and swims down to the bottom!\n\nYou've had enough of this! You grab the line and pull. The fish at the bottom pulls and squirms, but you keep pulling... and the line leaps out of the water so quickly that you're thrown backwards. The icthyosaur must have wriggled off the hook. Does that mean they're gone?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Definitely" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without even bothering to check for the fish, you raise your makeshift sail again to pick up the winds, and soon, you're off again!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep going..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After another half hour of uneventful sailing, the shore now seems only 1 mile away. You begin to grow horribly bored. You've already practiced your swordfighting, searched the sky for clouds in the shape of mythical beasts, developed a foolproof plan to invade tyrannica, forgot it and wrote a surprisingly good 5-act play on a palm leaf using your finger.\n\nNow, not only are you bored, but your hunger is returning. Should you cast the fishing line now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You drop the line in the water again, and wait 1 second, and suddenly you have a nibble! Bursting with joy, you pull and soon you haul anice, plump fish on board! Yay!\n\nBut just as you're about to eat the whole thing raw, a gut instinct tells you to save it, because you may need it for something. As hungry as you are, you can't argue with yourself. Looks like you'll have to go hungry a little while longer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You cheer up!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually, it begisn to get dark. The island hasn't seemed any closer for a while now. God, you swear the wind is just standing still!\n\nEventually, your eyelids get heavy, so you yawn and fall asleep. Your sleeping is troublesome, and fitful, until finally, you hear giant crash! Heart pounding, you jump awake, only to find that it was just a dream. Angrily, you fall back to sleep... only to be woken again by a giant roar that freezes your blood, and on waking, again, you find it was nothing.\n\nThe moon is now high in the sky. You admire it for a moment. Then you feel as though you're being watched. You turn around, and what you see, frankly, is the most terrifying thing you've ever seen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What is it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's a giant sea dragon!!\n\nIts giant eye rolls idly from side to side in the socket, and then fixes on you. The giant beast turns towards you, and the head slowly glides over the water's surface towards you.\n\nYou watch, heart pounding, wondering what will happen. When the giant head is a foot from the raft, it stares down at you, and exhales through its nostrils. Clearly, you are too far beneath its dignity to be a snack, but for no apparent reason at all it wants you dead. The enormous gust of wind from its nostrils, creates a large wave that tosses your raft like a stick in a whirlpool." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hang on for dear life and weather it out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cling to the edges of your ship, as it nearly turns over several times. Waves splash against you and soak you to the bone, but you hold on.\n\nThen, finally, the ship really does turn over, and now you're underwater. You try to swim to the surface, but you can't... looking down now, you see that your foot is tangled in the fishing line. As your air slips away and you black out, you hear the unmistakable sound of the monster laughing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's a giant sea dragon!!\n\nIts giant eye rolls idly from side to side in the socket, and then fixes on you. The giant beast turns towards you, and the head slowly glides over the water's surface towards you.\n\nYou watch, heart pounding, wondering what will happen. When the giant head is a foot from the raft, it stares down at you, and exhales through its nostrils. Clearly, you are too far beneath its dignity to be a snack, but for no apparent reason at all it wants you dead. The enormous gust of wind from its nostrils, creates a large wave that tosses your raft like a stick in a whirlpool." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You abandon ship and jump on the serpents head" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This raft is going down, and you're prepared to abandon it! Now you realize that the shore is only a couple hundred feet away. You could easily swim that far! So, with the last footing the lurching raft can afford, you take a running jump and land squarely on the giant serpent's head!\n\nThe beast roars and bucks, but you grab its horns and refuse to let go! Then, suddenly, the head submerges. You feel it pulling you deeper and deeper. Should you hold on, or let go and swim towards the shore?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hold on" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although you have to wonder why you chose to continue holding onto the serpent as it dives, you don't let go. Suddenly the sdragon stops swimming downwards, and begins shaking its head, slowly at first, then very fast. Still, you hang on.\n\nThe serpent tries one more thing to shake you off. It swims upwards now at high speed. Hanging onto the top of its head, you feel your ears popping and a pain in your limbs as you are pushed up through the water far faster than any human should be. Then, suddenly, you breach the surface. The serpent roars in anger that you did not fall off yet, and gives its head one final, massive shake. You can no longer hang on, and are thrown clear of the dragon's head as if you were shot from a catapult. You hit the water with a giant splash severl hundred yards away, and start sinking..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, this is it. You're free of that serpent, and even though your raft was destroyed, you don't really need it. The shore is within your sight! Excitedly, you swim as fast as you can, as the full moon shines in from the surface. Then several large dark silhouettes appear between you and the shore, and start swimming towards you..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uh-oh..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're not going to be defeated now, when you can see the sandy ground leading up to the shore. You just have to get past these sharks!\n\nOne of them swims towards you. Quick, do you want to try to dodge it and make a break for land, or kill it with your shell and then swim for land?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You swim towards land as fast as you can!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You push yourself through the water as fast as you can, swimming past the sharks swiftly and silently. The sharks do nothing as you swim by them, but as soon as you pass them, you realize they're swimming behind you. You're going to need an extra burst of speed to reach the shore!\n\nYou've heard that some kinds of wild horses run in a very peculiar manner. They run in zig zags to confuse their pursuer. However, if you were to try that underwater, it would probably cost you speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Swim in a straight line" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You don't want to risk going any slowler. But you need that extra burst of speed. So you swim slowly downwards until you're within foot length of the sandy ground. You place both feet on the ground and give yourself a good hard PUSH! You shoot ahead like a jet, and you feel a tickle on one of your feet and realize you were inches from being grabbed by a shark.\n\nTwenty feet later, you are so close to the shore that you can walk along the ground the rest of the way. Quickly, you plant both feet in the wat send and scramble up. You feel a burst of freezing air as you climb out of the water and haul yourself onto the sand. The beach and the morning are there to greet you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suddenly..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You turn around and are shocked to see the largest shark come crashing through the surface of the water like a whale. His jaws are hungry and his eyes are blood red, and he's flying straight towards you! The only way you can stop him before he lands on you is by using a long-range weapon!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't have one" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sadly, you cannot stop the shark from landing, and you can't get out of the way in time. he dies on the sandy beach, being unable to get back into the water, but at least he has a last meal... YOU!!!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You push yourself through the water as fast as you can, swimming past the sharks swiftly and silently. The sharks do nothing as you swim by them, but as soon as you pass them, you realize they're swimming behind you. You're going to need an extra burst of speed to reach the shore!\n\nYou've heard that some kinds of wild horses run in a very peculiar manner. They run in zig zags to confuse their pursuer. However, if you were to try that underwater, it would probably cost you speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zig-zag" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, you change direction while swimming, swimming forward and to the right. Then you change again and swim to the left. Only 20 feet until you reach the shore.\n\nThen you feel a horrible pain in one of your ankles. Turning around, you see that the largest shark has grabbed your foot in its jaws. Blood drips out of your foot and fills the water with red mist. Before the other sharks arrive and the feeding frenzy begins, you pass out, mercifully..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're not going to be defeated now, when you can see the sandy ground leading up to the shore. You just have to get past these sharks!\n\nOne of them swims towards you. Quick, do you want to try to dodge it and make a break for land, or kill it with your shell and then swim for land?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill it with one of your shells" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab one of the razor sharp shells you found on the beach, and examine it carefully. It will make a fine dagger, but first you have to get close enough to use it! The shark isn't coming toward you now that it's realized you want to fight it. Instead, it circles you slowly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You pretend to be wounded so it will swim to you" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You place the shell in your pocket and starts thrashing around widlyl, imitating a wounded animal. Large white pillars of air bubbles rise from around you, and soon you can't see anything for the bubbles. Then you notice that all the sharks are swimming towards you. Your acting worked a bit too well!\n\nWhat are you going to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill all the sharks as quickly as possible" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Drawing back your shell-wielding arm, you plunge it into the soft flesh of an approaching shark. Then another. Then another. Their floating bodies remind you of birds falling out of the sky.\n\nBy this time a large cloud of blood has come up around you. You can barely see. Then one of the sharks bumps you in the back from behind. You stagger forward, into the waiting mouths of the other sharks. The blood you spilled gets them into a feeding frenzy, which they take out on you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You place the shell in your pocket and starts thrashing around widlyl, imitating a wounded animal. Large white pillars of air bubbles rise from around you, and soon you can't see anything for the bubbles. Then you notice that all the sharks are swimming towards you. Your acting worked a bit too well!\n\nWhat are you going to do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You kill one shark to scare all the others away" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to kill the shark that is swimming nearest to you. Like a panther from the foliage, you leap out of the mass of air bubbles. Where do you grab the shark to steady yourself when you stab him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dorsal fin" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the dorsal fin! The shark tries to turn its head to bite you, but its jaws can't reach! Now where will you stab it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The eye" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You hold your shell-dagger aloft, and aim for the shark's eye, but just as you bring it down, the shark turns its head and your hand lands squarely in its mouth! Then, the shark pulls itself away from you with such force that your hand is ripped off.\n\nThere's no hope for you now. Bleeding heavily, dizzy, not to mention underwater, you soon succumb to the lack of oxygen/extreme pain/loss of blood, and faint before the sharks take the first bite out of you (not counting your hand)." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the dorsal fin! The shark tries to turn its head to bite you, but its jaws can't reach! Now where will you stab it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The back" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trumphantly, you raise your dagger-shell over the shark's back, bring it down, and scream. Against the tough, leathery back, the shell slipped out your hand and cut your palm in the process. In pain, you fumble around for it again, but it's too late. The blood already has the sharks in a feeding frenzy. And guess who's the food..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab the dorsal fin! The shark tries to turn its head to bite you, but its jaws can't reach! Now where will you stab it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The underbelly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is it! Gripping the dorsal fin so hard that you crush it, your other hand drives the shell beneath the shark and plunges into its soft underbelly. Immediately, a jet of blood shoots out of the shark, filling the water with warm red fluid. Quickly, you push off the shark and swim away. You hear the ravenous sounds of chewing and biting behind you and smile, knowing that the remaining sharks are in a feeding frenzy over the wounded shark.\n\nYou swim the last 20 feet, climb out of the water, and haul yourself onto the sand as day breaks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The beach at last!!!!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Happily, you walk along the beach, admiring the lapping waves and swaying palm trees in the early sunlight. You have conquered the lake, and had a relatively easy time doing so! Before you lie the mountains that hide your home country. Once you cross them, you are free!\n\nHowever, they now look much bigger than they had the last time you saw them. Perhaps, in you weakened, undernourished state, you might want to try something safer. That's when you notice the crack in the mountain, creating a narrow pass that leads tothe other end of the mountain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Canyon" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Better to play it safe, you figure. Having not eaten for several days, you're pretty weak, so something as strenuous as climbing a mountain may not be such a good idea. To that end, you decide to set off across the valley. Or canyon. Whatever you feel like calling it. Either way, what you will be travelling through is actually a very narrow strip of land between two mountains.\n\nSo, you set off. Being right between two high mountains, it is very shady and cool, and here is soft grass under your feet. This is so far the most restful part of your journey.\n\nThen the first day ends. As night falls, you realize that the canyon's unique location that keeps it shaded so well during the day also makes it incredibly dark at night. With no hope of seeing anywhere, and no way of making a fire, you lie down and sleep peacefully on the grass floor.\n\nWhen you wake up the next morning, you find..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "WHAT!?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing (hah! fooled you!). Oh, some dark gray clouds. That's it.\n\nYou pick yourself up off the ground, and run for it, but it's no use. The clouds open with a booming roar and rain pours down in great torrents. With no shelter and no means of protection save the clothes on your back, you are forced to endure an entire day of freezing rain.\n\nFinally, night has fallen again, and the rain stops. Having not yet found the way out of the canyon, and with no end in sight, you are forced to sleep on the ground again, cold and hungry.\n\nOn waking up, you are surprised to find..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "...The sun already hanging the center of the sky. You slept through half the day already.\n\nIt takes considerable effort to move, You have now gone more than a week without food. You begin to wonder if you will live to reach your city.\n\nYou manage to start walking, but after about four hours, the throbbing pain of your empty stomach finally forces you to stop. You lie against the side of the mountain, gasping for breath and crying with hunger. You look down at the grass, thinking about perhaps eating some of it in order to get yourself home. Then suddenly a sharp pain pierces the top of your head and you are out cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "NOW what!?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, your eyes open. The sun is now high in the sky; at least one day has passed since you were knocked out. Then you notice that someone is standing over you. Someone wearing black knight armor.\n\nThe knight suddenly turns around and looks down at you. Quickly, you shut your eyes.\n\n\"This one wears the garb of a knight.\" You hear someone say.\n\n\"He must have come from the same country as our captives,\" agrees someone else.\n\nSuddenly, you realize that this is a force of Tyrannican knights, returning to Tyrannica from your country! Are you too late? Has your country fallen?\n\n\"Soon we'll have that whole backwater country in our hands.\" says another of the knights. Whew. They haven't won the war yet.\n\nThen, you become aware of rancid breath on your face, as if one of the knights is now bending over you.\n\n\"You know\" he says, \"I think this one is only pretending to be unconscious.\"\n\nUh-oh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue pretending to be unconscious" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You remain still, eyes closed. Maybe he'll think you're still unconscious.\n\nNo such luck. Suddenly, you feel a stabbing pain in your shoulder. Taken by surprise, you cannot stop yourself from bolting upright and screaming.\n\nThe knight standing over you has just stabbed you in the shoulder. He now finishes the job by cutting off your head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, your eyes open. The sun is now high in the sky; at least one day has passed since you were knocked out. Then you notice that someone is standing over you. Someone wearing black knight armor.\n\nThe knight suddenly turns around and looks down at you. Quickly, you shut your eyes.\n\n\"This one wears the garb of a knight.\" You hear someone say.\n\n\"He must have come from the same country as our captives,\" agrees someone else.\n\nSuddenly, you realize that this is a force of Tyrannican knights, returning to Tyrannica from your country! Are you too late? Has your country fallen?\n\n\"Soon we'll have that whole backwater country in our hands.\" says another of the knights. Whew. They haven't won the war yet.\n\nThen, you become aware of rancid breath on your face, as if one of the knights is now bending over you.\n\n\"You know\" he says, \"I think this one is only pretending to be unconscious.\"\n\nUh-oh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You attack now!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, you kick upwards with both your feet, and the knight standing over you is knocked backwards. He wasn't expecting such an obvious assault.\n\nYou leap to your feet and for the first time you see all your enemies. There are at least 25 knights, all on horseback, and each one has an unconscious captive slung across the back of their horse. They are all wearing the same thing: suits of black armor with large lion-shaped helmets. The knight you just knocked out was the only one not on a horse. Behind you, you see an empty horse that must have been his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You jump on his horse" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you turn around and jump on the horse. However, as soon as you do, it starts whinnying and jumping around. You can barely hang on.\n\nYou try to fight while hanging on to the horse, but its constant movement makes it difficult. You do manage to deal one knight a good sock in the jaw, but then the horse bucks once more and throws you to the ground.\n\nThe pain makes it impossible for you to stand up for several seconds, and by that time you have been stabbed to death by the swords of the knights." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, you kick upwards with both your feet, and the knight standing over you is knocked backwards. He wasn't expecting such an obvious assault.\n\nYou leap to your feet and for the first time you see all your enemies. There are at least 25 knights, all on horseback, and each one has an unconscious captive slung across the back of their horse. They are all wearing the same thing: suits of black armor with large lion-shaped helmets. The knight you just knocked out was the only one not on a horse. Behind you, you see an empty horse that must have been his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You attack the knights from the ground" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Running as fast as you can, you attempt to run past several knights, punching each one once in the chest. However, it may have been a bit foolish to try this, since soon the remaining knights (numbering about 20) surround you on horseback.\n\nYou swing your fists menacingly, but you can't intimidate 20 knights on horseback. They all lunge at once. In vain you try to attack the ones in front of you, and thus, a knight hits you from behind. You are knocked out a second time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Coming to..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your eyes open, and for a moment, you don't realize where you are. Then you see a Tyrannican knight looking down at you, looking like a living shadow in his glossy black armor, and remember everything.\n\nThe knight standing over you is holding a flail. The spiky metal ball, suspended by the chain, dangles down to his knees. On noticing that you are awake, he puts a finger to his mouth, and whispers, \"Shut up and maybe we'll keep you alive. We were going to ransom our captives back to your country for war equipment, and right now we're trying to decide whether or not to keep you alive. So I'd shut up if I was you.\"\n\nA horrible feeling of depression sinks over you. If they don't kill you, you'll be brought back to Tyrannica, and used as a tool to hasten your country's defeat. And this knight is armed, so he could kill you before you ever even came close to escaping. Then, watching the flail swing slowly from side to side like a pendulum, you get a great idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go with the idea" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly, you lash out with your foot and kick the spiky ball at the end of the flail. It swings upwards on the chain and smashes into the knight's head, ringing his helmet like a gong. He drops the flail and totters, and up you jump!\n\nWhen standing upright, you are a powerful kickboxer, and with a few well-placed kicks and punches, you knock him into submission. You look around. You are still in the canyon. The other knights must not be far off. You could just run for home now, but you must free the captives." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Onward!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, you!\"\n\nYou spin around. It's the rest of the knights, all still on horseback. Their captives have been thrown in a pile, trussed hand and foot. They're being treated worse than pigs bound for the butcher's. Tears come to your eyes.\n\nThe knights are in no mood to observe such empathy, however. Any hope you had of being spared by them has now been dashed. They all spur their horses and run towards you.\n\nThis is the moment of truth! You must select a weapon and face them head on! What weapon do you draw?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have no weapons" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "WHAT?! How could you not have any weapons!? What kind of a knight are you!?\n\nYou clench your fists, preparing to engage the armed, armored, horse-riding knights with your hands and feet... and are buried under a volley of spears.\n\nNext time, remember: a true knight knows to find as many weapons as possible, no matter what the environment!" } ]

[ "Previously Featured", "Serious" ]

[ 226, 241, 446, 494, 205, 82, 72, 124 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "With the provided genres of horror, narrate a story placing the user at its core.\n\n\"Serious\"\n\n\n\"Another day, another house to clean... but something is definitely wrong with this house.....\"\n\nYour role is to be the storyteller, ensure your replies are long and detailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on Alex, hurry up!\"\n\nYou smile at your friend, Sophie, as she struggles with to walk up the cobblestone path with a large bucket and unwieldy mop. She stops and turns back to you, drops the bucket, and puts her hand on her hips. \"This is going to be some job,\" she frowns, gesturing to the house.\n\nYour eyes sweep over the mansion. At least 20 dark-paned windows stare back at you. At least windows are Sophie's job, you think. Then sighing, you say to Sophie, \"Yeah, I wonder how many square feet of floor I'm going to have to vacuum.\" Then you continue to trudge, dragging your favorite vacuum behind you and readjusting the knapsack of cleaning supplies on your shoulder.\n\nYou and Sophie are college students who clean houses for extra money. You got into it after a friend offered you guys $20 to clean his apartment after seeing how spotless the two of you kept yours. It's been quite lucrative, earning enough money for rent and pocket change, and you pretty much get to pick your hours. Customers are plentiful since you placed a free ad in the college paper. People seem to be calling the house all the time. Housewives that need a helping hand, new graduates needing their place cleaned before they move out, even some pretty crazy after-party cleanups. You name it, you and Sophie have cleaned it. Except maybe this…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This has got to be the biggest house we have ever been called to!\" Sophie muses. \"Did the guy on the phone…say anything about pay?\"\n\n\"No,\" you say. \"But I'm gonna let him know that we're not doing it for under $300. Maybe even more if the inside is as bad as the outside.\" You glance disapprovingly at the overgrown walk and abandoned gardens.\n\n\"Yeah, I sure as hell hope he doesn't think we do yard work too…\" Sophie mutters.\n\nThe two of you approach the huge double oak paneled doors. Sophie reaches out to use the knocker.. But snaps her hand back….\n\n\"Ugh!\" she exclaims. Fumbling in her knapsack, she fishes out a Swiffer cloth and removes the layers of cobwebs from the knocker before knocking. The knocker resonates through the porch. \"Make that $600, \" she laughs. \"I have a bad feeling about this… did we bring enough Swiffers??\"\n\nJust then, the door slowly opens. A small face peeks out from the cool darkness. \"What do you want?\" the pale-faced girl says accusingly.\n\n\"We're the cleaners that were called for, \" Sophie huffs. \"This IS 331 Oakmount Drive, right?\"\n\n\"Yes, oh, yes.\" the young woman exclaims breathlessly. \"Oh, please do come in. I'm quite sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go into the house..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You and Sophie step into the dimly lit foyer. It doesn't seem to be incredibly filthy, just a lot of dusting needed. In front of you, a carpeted staircase dwindles up into darkness. To your left, through a small lounge, an elegant dining room is visible. To your right, is a room filled with lovely but ancient looking divans. Beautiful Botticelli like paintings can be seen displayed down the hallway to the left of the staircase, and the antique furniture in the foyer is just exquisite. Whoever lives here has great taste.\n\nYou hear Sophie talking and snap back to reality.\n\n\"…our own cleaning products. It's just a matter of personal taste. Now, do you have a list of the tasks that need to be done? We like to go over this, get a tour of the house, and negotiate the fee.\"\n\nYou notice the girl, obviously a maid, by her plain uniform, doesn't really look into Sophie's face. Gee, she must really have a mean boss or just have social issues.\n\n\"Well, \" the girl murmurs, \"I don't have that list but I will go get it for you. Please, have a seat in the sitting room and I'll be right back.\"\n\nShe ushers you into the room to your right. You and Sophie set down your supplies and sit. The maid flutters out of the room, through the opposite direction that you came into this room.\n\n\"BRRRR!!\" Sophie shivers and then looks at you. \"God, can this house be any colder?\" she laughs.\n\n\"Well, at least we won't be dying when we get working. Remember the Kappa Delta Gamma frathouse?? That place was like 100 degrees! I think they cranked up the hea….\" You are cut off by an ungodly loud moan coming from the stairs!\n\n\"What was that?\" Sophie whispers. You slowly turn around in your chair and gaze into the foyer, and up the stairs, and see…nothing. It's just too dark to see from here.\n\nSophie grabs your arm. \"Ooo, okay. This is getting a little weird. Maybe we should just split. Mrs. Loupee needs us to clean her house anyway…what do you say?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"You're right Sophie. Let's leave.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're right, Sophie. This is all getting a little too weird. Let's just leave.\" you say.\n\nYou gather your belongings and head into the foyer. You reach for the door handle, and pull, but… nothing! You tug at it again. Letting go of the vacuum, you pull with both hands.\n\n\"It won't budge!\" you cry to Sophie. Sophie stares in disbelief, mouth agape, and then starts yanking on the second door handle. You both try pushing as well, but no luck.\n\n\"Well, this is great,\" Sophie snorts, leaning on the door. \"So much for our quiet getaway. I guess we have to find that maid and get her to open the door. But which way did she go?\"\n\nIt's up to you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for her through the sitting room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You head back into the sitting room, with Sophie right behind you. Crossing the room, you cautiously push open the door on the opposite side. It opens into a large living room. The two of you move slowly into the room and look around. There are several couches surrounding a large coffee table. Upon the table is a glass bowl with wilted roses in it.\n\nSophie eyes the bowl. \"Gee, the maid sure isn't doing her job.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I've been thinking about that, Sophie. If these people have a maid, then why are we here?\"\n\nJust then, you hear a noise to your left. You turn sharply and in the doorway is a man. He is very handsome, tall with slicked back black hair. He smiles at the two of you.\n\n\"Uh, hi.\" Sophie stammers. \"We're, uh, the cleaners that were called. Um, the girl who let us in has been gone for a while so….\"\n\n\"I'm so sorry. I'm Mr. Alexander, the owner of the house.\" The man's voice is deep and rich. \"Come with me.\" He motions for you to follow him through the doorway he is standing by, which appears to lead into a library of some sort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sophie shrugs and the two of you follow Mr. Alexander into the study.\n\n\"Please sit,\" he says, indicating two leather chairs. The two of you sit and he says, \"Please wait just a moment,\" and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.\n\n\"Wow, hunk city!\" Sophie exclaims, grinning. \"And he's rich! This is turning out to be pretty interesting!\"\n\n\"He is pretty cute,\" you agree. \"But,\" you frown, \"If I married him I'd be Alex Alexander…\"\n\n\"Who's talking about marrying him? I just wanna…\" Sophie stops in mid-sentence as you hear a click. Then you hear a scream!\n\nJumping up, you grab the doorknob of the door the man just exited. You rattle it but no use! It is locked. \"Not again!\" you moan. Your eyes spin around the room. There is another door. You head towards it, but Sophie says, \"But we don't know where it leads! Cute guy or not, I'm ready to get out of here. Maybe there is a key for the locked door somewhere in this room.\"\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search for a key." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, let's try the desk.\" You go around to the back of the large pine desk and start opening drawers and rummaging through. Sophie does likewise on the left side of the desk.\n\nSuddenly, Sophie grabs your arm. \"Hey, look at this!\" she exclaims, shoving a picture in your face.\n\nIt is a picture of Mr. Alexander, the man you just met, and a red-headed woman. They are smiling lovingly at each other. \"I'm very sorry for you, Sophie, that he's married,\" you say, \"But, we've got bigger problems…\"\n\nYou point at some paneling to the left of the desk. There is a dark red stain pooling up at the bottom edge.\n\nSophie's hand flies to her mouth. \"Oh, my God! I don't even want to know…\"\n\nYou hear the locked door click again, and both your heads snap towards it. The door opens quickly… and standing in the doorway is Mr. Alexander! He looks incredibly angry! The two of you scream and run for the other door…\n\nYou tumble through the door into a windowed breakfast room. You and Sophie hurriedly stumble through the iron-wrought chairs and your eyes dart around for which way to go. You can see a garden from here, but there are no doors leading outside. There is also a door to your left, and a door to the far right, but it looks like Mr. Alexander might make it there first. What will you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the left door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab Sophie's hand and rush through the door to the left. You find yourself in a long, windowed hallway. Making a quick left, the two of you veer back into the Botticelli hallway you saw when you first came in. Sophie pulls you behind the door, and you hear Mr. Alexander rush past, and you see him run to the left, towards the sitting room.\n\nBut you know you are not safe forever. You cautiously edge out from behind the door. You can see the foyer and front door from here. Sophie runs forward optimistically and tries both doors, but no luck, they are still shut tight. You look around the foyer for options. There's the lounge to the right, and the sitting room to the left, but that's where HE went, so it's out. There's also the staircase, looming up into the dark unknown'.\n\nHurry! He might come back anytime!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You dash into the lounge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You urge Sophie to follow you into the lounge. The two of you huddle in the corner behind the wet bar.\n\n\"What is going on?\" Sophie hisses to you.\n\n\"I don't know. All I know is, Mr. Alexander isn't too nice and we've gotta get out of here!\" you respond.\n\n\"No chance this place has a phone, huh?\" she asks you.\n\n\"Hmm, actually, it probably does. They did call us to come over,\" you tell her.\n\n\"Man, I wish I'd never taken that call,\" she moans.\n\n\"No time to worry about what we shouldn't have done. Let's just find a working phone and..\"\n\nYou stop and pull yourself further into the shadows as you hear someone approach. You peek out from behind the wet bar to see the maid pattering past.\n\nShe could help you find a phone. But then again, she does live here, and she might try to hurt you. You could just follow her and see where you goes, maybe there is a phone there.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow the maid silently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as the maid leaves the room, you grab Sophie and the two of you sneak out and softly walk behind her. She walks briskly through the dining room. You watch just from around the edge of the wall until you goes through a swinging door into what you briefly glimpse is a kitchen, and then you follow.\n\nWhen you push the door into the kitchen, you peek in and see that she is nowhere inside. You and Sophie step cautiously into the kitchen and look around. The kitchen is entirely chrome. The door across the way is still swinging, so you assume she went through there.\n\nYou start to follow her, and then you hear her voice in that direction - talking to Mr. Alexander! He sounds very agitated and is questioning her. They seem to be getting closer, so the two of you duck into the nearest door - a pantry.\n\nThe two of you squeeze inside the dark room, pulling the door shut behind you. You hold your breath and hope they just move by you.\n\nSophie squirms next to you and whispers in your ear. \"There's something in here!\" she hisses. \"I feel something on my leg!\"\n\n\"Just ignore it,\" you whisper back.\n\n\"No!\" she cries. You feel her hand whiz past your face in the dark and you know what she is doing - reaching for a light switch.\n\nYou just can't stop her in time.\n\nLight floods the tiny room. And you find what was on Sophie's legs - hundreds of cockroaches. They fly everywhere in abhorrence of the light, fluttering through the air like a swarm of locusts.\n\n\"Eaggghhh!\" Sophie screams and tries to bat the insects away from her face.\n\n\"Oh shi -\" you say as the doorknob turns. Mr. Alexander faces the two of you.\n\nThere's nowhere to run, so this is…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You urge Sophie to follow you into the lounge. The two of you huddle in the corner behind the wet bar.\n\n\"What is going on?\" Sophie hisses to you.\n\n\"I don't know. All I know is, Mr. Alexander isn't too nice and we've gotta get out of here!\" you respond.\n\n\"No chance this place has a phone, huh?\" she asks you.\n\n\"Hmm, actually, it probably does. They did call us to come over,\" you tell her.\n\n\"Man, I wish I'd never taken that call,\" she moans.\n\n\"No time to worry about what we shouldn't have done. Let's just find a working phone and..\"\n\nYou stop and pull yourself further into the shadows as you hear someone approach. You peek out from behind the wet bar to see the maid pattering past.\n\nShe could help you find a phone. But then again, she does live here, and she might try to hurt you. You could just follow her and see where you goes, maybe there is a phone there.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stand up and talk to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You rise from behind the wet bar. \"Please help us,\" you call to the maid. She stops, startled, and turns back to you. She has a frightened look on her face.\n\n\"Can you let us out of here?\" you ask. \"We'd really like to go home, now.\"\n\n\"No, no, I can't, \" she murmurs weakly. \"The Master would be so angry….\"\n\n\"Please,\" Sophie stands too. \"Look, we don't want anything to do with this place, just let us out and we'll never bother you again.\"\n\n\"Um… okay… just follow me.\"\n\nOkay, that was a little too easy. Maybe she is trying to trap you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You follow her into the foyer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eh, what have you got to lose? You follow the maid into the foyer. She fumbles in her pockets for something, then pulls out a large key. She reaches out to unlock the door when -\n\nMr. Alexander storms into the room. \"Oh, Vera, just what are you doing?\" he bellows at her.\n\n\"I…I…\" She stammers and shakes so badly that she drops the key.\n\n\"I told you never to interfere when I am harvesting for Mrs. Alexander! I thought you would obey me, but no! This is the last time you disobey!\" And with that he seizes her throat and begins to throttle her.\n\nYou feel pity for her… but you've got yourself to look out for.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She did try to help. Return the favor by trying to fight off Mr. Alexander." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luckily, Sophie must have dropped her knapsack in here earlier. You quickly grope through the bag of cleaning supplies. You find what you are looking for, an industrial size can of generic Lysol.\n\nGrabbing Mr. Alexander by the bicep, you spray him in full force in the eyes with the toxic stuff. It does the trick and he roars loudly in pain, stumbling away from Vera.\n\nYou hurriedly stoop and pick up the key, and unlock the door. You, Sophie, and Vera flee out into the very welcome sunshine, running full force down the long hill to your car, parked on the street. The three of you jump in and you start the car as fast as you can.\n\nYou go to the police station, and although they are skeptical at first, they believe you after the units sent to the mansion find dozens of bodies. Apparently the Alexanders were involved in some sort of rituals. No one will ever really know what they were because the Alexanders went to the gas chamber without explaining, and though she had extensive therapy, Vera never could speak about it. A room was found filled with charred books, but no one could make sense of them.\n\nIt doesn't really matter, does it? You are just glad to be free. And you won't be cleaning any more mansions for a long time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eh, what have you got to lose? You follow the maid into the foyer. She fumbles in her pockets for something, then pulls out a large key. She reaches out to unlock the door when -\n\nMr. Alexander storms into the room. \"Oh, Vera, just what are you doing?\" he bellows at her.\n\n\"I…I…\" She stammers and shakes so badly that she drops the key.\n\n\"I told you never to interfere when I am harvesting for Mrs. Alexander! I thought you would obey me, but no! This is the last time you disobey!\" And with that he seizes her throat and begins to throttle her.\n\nYou feel pity for her… but you've got yourself to look out for.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run for your lives up the staircase." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's every man for himself in this crazy place. As long as he's got her, he can't get us, you think. You grab Sophie and the two of you flee up the stairs.\n\nAt the top of the stairs, you glance around frantically for where to go. It's pretty dark up here. You can see a light flowing through the door jamb of the room to your left. Might as well go in….\n\nYou ease your way into the room, which is a very large bathroom, with beautiful if somewhat worn down furnishings.\n\nSuddenly you can hear someone racing up the stairs. \"Quick, through here!\" You grab Sophie and head for the other doorway in the bathroom.\n\nThe door leads into a very gothic master bedroom. Everything is covered in black and wine colored velvet.\n\n\"Uh, oh…\" You have made a wrong turn into hell. Seething at you from the corner is presumably Mrs. Alexander. Her red hair flies out like flames as she jumps and you and Sophie, slashing at you with her knife again and again. You and Sophie are too startled to fight back, and you are cut to ribbons.\n\nWell, maybe it's Karma for leaving Vera to die." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You rise from behind the wet bar. \"Please help us,\" you call to the maid. She stops, startled, and turns back to you. She has a frightened look on her face.\n\n\"Can you let us out of here?\" you ask. \"We'd really like to go home, now.\"\n\n\"No, no, I can't, \" she murmurs weakly. \"The Master would be so angry….\"\n\n\"Please,\" Sophie stands too. \"Look, we don't want anything to do with this place, just let us out and we'll never bother you again.\"\n\n\"Um… okay… just follow me.\"\n\nOkay, that was a little too easy. Maybe she is trying to trap you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't trust her. Run the other way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's probably going to lead us right to him,\" you mutter to Sophie. \"Let's go the other way.\"\n\n\"But…\" the maid sputters.\n\nYou ignore her and head for the kitchen.\n\nPushing through the door angrily, you tell Sophie, \"We can't trust anyone in this place, I don't know what I was doing asking her for help. Look, we're in a kitchen, let's find knives, and then we'll…\"\n\nYou don't get a chance to finish that sentence, as instead of you finding a knife, a knife finds you, square in the back. As you bleed to death on the Italian tile floor and watch some red-headed woman butcher your best friend, you wish you had trusted that meek little maid. Maybe you wouldn't have met -" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You grab Sophie's hand and rush through the door to the left. You find yourself in a long, windowed hallway. Making a quick left, the two of you veer back into the Botticelli hallway you saw when you first came in. Sophie pulls you behind the door, and you hear Mr. Alexander rush past, and you see him run to the left, towards the sitting room.\n\nBut you know you are not safe forever. You cautiously edge out from behind the door. You can see the foyer and front door from here. Sophie runs forward optimistically and tries both doors, but no luck, they are still shut tight. You look around the foyer for options. There's the lounge to the right, and the sitting room to the left, but that's where HE went, so it's out. There's also the staircase, looming up into the dark unknown'.\n\nHurry! He might come back anytime!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hasten up the staircase." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run full speed up the staircase. Running into pitch blackness, you never realize what it is that barrels into you and sends you tumbling back down the stairs, instantly breaking your neck.\n\nToo bad." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, let's try the desk.\" You go around to the back of the large pine desk and start opening drawers and rummaging through. Sophie does likewise on the left side of the desk.\n\nSuddenly, Sophie grabs your arm. \"Hey, look at this!\" she exclaims, shoving a picture in your face.\n\nIt is a picture of Mr. Alexander, the man you just met, and a red-headed woman. They are smiling lovingly at each other. \"I'm very sorry for you, Sophie, that he's married,\" you say, \"But, we've got bigger problems…\"\n\nYou point at some paneling to the left of the desk. There is a dark red stain pooling up at the bottom edge.\n\nSophie's hand flies to her mouth. \"Oh, my God! I don't even want to know…\"\n\nYou hear the locked door click again, and both your heads snap towards it. The door opens quickly… and standing in the doorway is Mr. Alexander! He looks incredibly angry! The two of you scream and run for the other door…\n\nYou tumble through the door into a windowed breakfast room. You and Sophie hurriedly stumble through the iron-wrought chairs and your eyes dart around for which way to go. You can see a garden from here, but there are no doors leading outside. There is also a door to your left, and a door to the far right, but it looks like Mr. Alexander might make it there first. What will you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You risk it and go to the right door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to risk it and run for the door on your right.\n\nYou duck to the right, hurdling over a beige wicker chair - but not quite clearing it. Your foot catches in the armrest and you fall to the ground with a crash.\n\n\"Damn! Owww…\" you moan your chest hits the floor with a painful THUD.\n\nYou struggle to get to your feet, turning your head just in time to see Sophie fleeing out the left side door - and to feel the cold sting of a hypodermic needle…." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Black out...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You come back to consciousness what seems like centuries later in a damp, foul smelling room. Really foul smelling. It's like the worst thing you've ever smelled. You move your body slowly, because you have a massive headache from whatever knocked you out. Groggy and nauseated, you pull yourself up to figure out where you are.\n\nIt seems to be what used to be a bathroom. It's pretty large for a bathroom. There are two doors, one on each side. You stumble painfully first to one, then the other, but they are both locked.\n\nGod, what is that horrible smell? you think. You stagger across the stained white tile floor as if in a trance to the bathtub. The curtain is pulled around it, but you just can't resist… you pull it back.\n\n\"Jesus Christ!\" You lurch back violently, your stomach flipping in your stomach. There what used to be a young woman, who has obviously been gutted and dead for quite some time. You yank back the curtain and tumble back to the other side of the bathroom. As you sink to the floor, your shirt rises up.\n\nLooking down, you see purple markings on your stomach. Horrified, you realize they are the same kind of markings your sister had on her when she had to have her appendix removed. But you're not in a hospital. Is this what happened to the girl in the tub?\n\nI gotta get out of her, NOW, your brain screams. You go for the door on your right and thrash against it with all of your might. You can hear the door breaking on its hinges, but at the same time you hear a noise at the other door.\n\nDecision time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You hit as hard as you can and get the hell out of this room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No time to fool around! You're getting out of here now. You give the door one last charge and it gives way. You rush through the door and into a bedroom. Gotta get out of here. There is only one door and you run for it. It's unlocked and you hurdle out into a hallway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You run for the right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run to the right. Unfortunately, right as you turn, the door across the hall opens and you run smack into an insane looking red headed woman in a black bathrobe. She just smiles at you, grabs you by the hair, and stabs you in the back.\n\nOuch. Maybe you should have just stayed put and waited for your \"surgery\". At least you might have gotten anesthesia before they cut….\n\nToo late for regrets, this is" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No time to fool around! You're getting out of here now. You give the door one last charge and it gives way. You rush through the door and into a bedroom. Gotta get out of here. There is only one door and you run for it. It's unlocked and you hurdle out into a hallway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to the left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run for the left. You see many doorways down the hallway, but you're not stopping yet. When you see a slightly ajar doorway on your left, you duck in and try to hide.\n\nThis room seems to be a small bedroom. However, it's filled with all sorts of strange books. There are also symbols drawn on the wall. You hurry and squeeze yourself behind a dilapidated old bed.\n\nYour heart is racing. Are you going to be found? You wait for what seems like forever, but no one comes.\n\nRight by your foot is a large arcane looking text. Curious, you reach out and flip it open. It fall naturally to a page about ancient fertility ceremonies. You read on. It seems in medieval times, queens who could not bear children would make sacrifices of local young women to the fertility gods. It also goes on to say that eating the reproductive organs of these sacrifices would further enhance fertility.\n\nYou shudder with the realization that THIS is what's going on in this house. Mr. Alexander must really believe this junk will work for his wife.\n\nWell, you are NOT going to be the next sacrifice. You stand yourself up. You look around the room, and see some sort of metal cane leaning up against the door. You grasp it firmly and head out the door. You're ready to fight back against anyone who thinks they're gonna cut you up.\n\nYou head out into the hallway. There's no one there. Walking back the way you came, you notice that the staircase leading down is right nearby. In your haste you must not have seen it before. As you put your hand on the barrister and prepare to head down, you notice the room in front of you is glowing through the door jamb.\n\nYou still don't know where Sophie is. They might be holding her captive. You could just go down the stairs and bash your way out of the house… but is Sophie going to be okay?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look for Sophie in the glowing room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're not leaving without your best friend. You carefully push open the door.\n\nYou're now in a bathroom, which used to be a really deluxe place, but looks kind of ratty now. You realize the glow is actually coming from the next room.\n\nWalking as quietly as you can, you creep through the bathroom, gripping the cane tightly. You slowly open the door…..\n\nThis must be the master bedroom. It's covered from head to toe in black and wine-colored velvet. The Alexanders must be goth, you think.\n\nYou hear a hiss, and turn your head sharply to the right. It's the woman from the photograph, but she looks pretty crazy now. She's also got Sophie by the hair with a butcher knife at her throat! Sophie's eyes are pleading at you.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to reason with the woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look, lady,\" you say. \"I don't know what's going on here, but we don't want any part. Now just drop the knife, you don't want to kill anyone, right?\"\n\nWrong. With anger burning in her eyes she slits Sophie's throat. Sophie gurgles and falls to the floor.\n\nOh shit. You messed up. Just then, Mr. Alexander comes in from behind and grabs you, forcing you to drop the cane. While he holds your arms, Mrs. Alexander advances upon you with the knife, still wet with your best friend's blood.\n\nWell, I guess you'll be blood sisters now…." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're not leaving without your best friend. You carefully push open the door.\n\nYou're now in a bathroom, which used to be a really deluxe place, but looks kind of ratty now. You realize the glow is actually coming from the next room.\n\nWalking as quietly as you can, you creep through the bathroom, gripping the cane tightly. You slowly open the door…..\n\nThis must be the master bedroom. It's covered from head to toe in black and wine-colored velvet. The Alexanders must be goth, you think.\n\nYou hear a hiss, and turn your head sharply to the right. It's the woman from the photograph, but she looks pretty crazy now. She's also got Sophie by the hair with a butcher knife at her throat! Sophie's eyes are pleading at you.\n\nWhat do you do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You distract her into moving the knife away from Sophie, and go for the attack." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey lady, I was reading your books, and apparently you're doing this ritual thing all wrong!\" you blurt out at her.\n\nApparently it worked. Mrs. Alexander cocks her head at your angrily, but at the same time her wrist falls and the knife moves away from Sophie's throat. You charge forward with the cane and smash her full force across the face. Sophie pulls free as the woman falls in a heap on the floor.\n\nYou quickly hug Sophie. \"Let's get out of here!\" you cry. The two of you dash through the bathroom and down the stairs. As you hurdle down the stairs, you see the maid standing at the bottom, looking up with a frightened look on her face.\n\n\"Let us out of here, NOW!\" you scream at her. She nods, shaking violently all the while, and fishes in her pocket for the key. She hands it to you and you unlock the door, and the three of you run to freedom.\n\nMr. and Mrs. Alexander were arrested and charged with over 30 counts of murder. They had been killing and \"harvesting\" young women for almost a decade. Mrs. Alexander had had several severely deformed children, which were found living in the house, being treated no better than animals. Apparently they were doing the rituals in an attempt to have a perfect child. A DNA test requested by the court showed the reason - they were half-brother and sister.\n\nVera (the maid) is currently doing the round of talk shows. She'll be on Montel this week. The title of the show is \"My life in Hell House.\"\n\nYou and Sophie bought a very nice place in another town with the money you got from doing interviews. You'll never have to clean another house again.\n\nAnd that's a good ending." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You run for the left. You see many doorways down the hallway, but you're not stopping yet. When you see a slightly ajar doorway on your left, you duck in and try to hide.\n\nThis room seems to be a small bedroom. However, it's filled with all sorts of strange books. There are also symbols drawn on the wall. You hurry and squeeze yourself behind a dilapidated old bed.\n\nYour heart is racing. Are you going to be found? You wait for what seems like forever, but no one comes.\n\nRight by your foot is a large arcane looking text. Curious, you reach out and flip it open. It fall naturally to a page about ancient fertility ceremonies. You read on. It seems in medieval times, queens who could not bear children would make sacrifices of local young women to the fertility gods. It also goes on to say that eating the reproductive organs of these sacrifices would further enhance fertility.\n\nYou shudder with the realization that THIS is what's going on in this house. Mr. Alexander must really believe this junk will work for his wife.\n\nWell, you are NOT going to be the next sacrifice. You stand yourself up. You look around the room, and see some sort of metal cane leaning up against the door. You grasp it firmly and head out the door. You're ready to fight back against anyone who thinks they're gonna cut you up.\n\nYou head out into the hallway. There's no one there. Walking back the way you came, you notice that the staircase leading down is right nearby. In your haste you must not have seen it before. As you put your hand on the barrister and prepare to head down, you notice the room in front of you is glowing through the door jamb.\n\nYou still don't know where Sophie is. They might be holding her captive. You could just go down the stairs and bash your way out of the house… but is Sophie going to be okay?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You head down the stairs. You'll send help later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sophie is a smart girl, you think. I'm sure she can survive long enough for me to come back with the police. Besides, I've gotta look out for myself.\n\nYou rush down the stairs, and run straight into Mr. Alexander. He greets you with a quick twist of his scalpel.\n\nMaybe you shouldn't have been so selfish." } ]

[ "Historical", "Humor", "Previously Featured" ]

[ 66, 46, 124, 99, 33, 26, 11, 11 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: fantasy.\nSet the scene with these themes: Historical, Humor.\n\n\nBetween the times when Claudian Invasion occured and the departure of the last legion, the Roman Empire ruled Britain with an ironfist. Out of the natives' struggle for freedom comes great Briton, Celtic, Gallic, and Pictish heroes---great leaders that show the defiance and resolve of their people. Braak, your character in this adventure, is not yet a great leader of the British peoples. In fact, he's not a great warrior either. But because of his fearlessness (and a great debt that he owes his king), he has been \"volunteered\" to rescue the Pictish princess Aallura from enprisonment in the Romano-Briton town of Vespasium. Your quest begins at the front gate of Vespasium. To suceed on his quest, you must outwit the Romans. Direct force will only get your character killed or worse. Yes, there are worse things than death...well anyway, good luck!\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The trip down from the highlands was surprisingly nice. Spring is in the air for sure. The birds are churping and the ice is melting from the mountains feeding streams of gloriously clear water. Braak sips a hand full out of one of these streams. The frigid water reminds him of winter, but the sun peeking through the clouds warms his memories of summer. He quickly prays to the druid gods that he will see the coming summer and not be killed be the Romans on sight. He walks further up the road, through the forest to an opening: green fields as far as the eye can see. Up ahead is the gate into the city. The guards don't stop everyone going in and out, but it's best to have a story in case they do. Braak's appearance is one of a basic Pictish peasant. What's the best cover story to go with that?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You visit Brother" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Braak approaches the gate, his hands begin to sweat depite the cool breeze blowing through the meadows. Standing sentry are two Roman guards. Both of them are adorned with beautiful metallic legionary gear. Neither of them seem really concerned with another unwashed barbarian. You say \"Hail Caesar\" as you pass, and they repeat the same. And then you walk smoothly into the city." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On to the Square" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand at the main square of Vespasium. The town is quite impressive for a barbarian like yourself, but it could never match the glory and splendor of Rome. To the east is the Market District. Merchants of all sorts peddle their meager products to an unrefined population. Directly in front of you is Big Boar's Tavern, a local drink and eatery. In some ways it's sanctuary from the Romans since they never go in there. In the very center of the town is the Roman stronghold, the citadel where they might be holding the princess. To the West is the Slum district. The Slum district: you'll never find a greater collection of all the scum in the city!\n\nWhere to?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Market District" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahh, the Market District! The smells of fresh roasted lamb, the music coming from the alleyways played by street side musicians: Braak loves it. The random sounds of the market are a soothing sound to city folks and curious to country people like Braak. From an eyeshot distance, Braak can see a gentleman selling what appears to be chairs. Around the corner is a merchant with shelves of weeds around her; that must be the herbalist. At the end of the street is Redwar's weapons. Closer to you is a display for Roman trinkets. The streetside musicians are near the tricket stand. Somewhere away from the displays toward the back is the open fire where the lamb is cooked. So where to first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Redwar's Weapons" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk up to the stand to examine the various weapons. But before you get close, a burly red-haired man approaches you. \"Ho there! My name is Redwar; I am the proprietor of this house of weapons. How may I serve you?\"\n\n\"I am just looking at your fine weapons, Sir.\"\n\n\"Yes, they are fine. Well, tell me if you see anything that pokes your eyes.\" He lets out a gusty laugh, and you let one out too to keep from offending the man with a hundred swords.\n\nVery little is in your price range, and even less of the stuff would you like to carry around. Remember, you are on a mission of stealth not strength. Even armed with this stuff, you could not take on 5 Romans much less the whole garrison!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue to Look at Weapons" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak continues looking through the weapons: swords, maces, spears, bronze helmets, armors, and hmmm daggers. That's one weapon you could use, a dagger. Braak picks out a fine one and asks the Redwar the price. Redwar's price is beyond your means." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You negotiate an affordable price" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Redwar, I can't afford the price on the dagger, but I really could use it,\" you implore.\n\n\"Well, lad, that's a fine one you got there. I dunnot' think I can go down on the price. And what do you mean by you can really use it? Are you gonna off someone?\"\n\nWhat do you tell him?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahh, the Market District! The smells of fresh roasted lamb, the music coming from the alleyways played by street side musicians: Braak loves it. The random sounds of the market are a soothing sound to city folks and curious to country people like Braak. From an eyeshot distance, Braak can see a gentleman selling what appears to be chairs. Around the corner is a merchant with shelves of weeds around her; that must be the herbalist. At the end of the street is Redwar's weapons. Closer to you is a display for Roman trinkets. The streetside musicians are near the tricket stand. Somewhere away from the displays toward the back is the open fire where the lamb is cooked. So where to first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roman Trinkets" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak approaches the display and the man says, \"Hail Caesar! May he live forever. Can I interest you in fine Roman wares brought all the way from over the seas?\"\n\nBraak is taken by the friendly, up front demeanor of the merchant. Merchants from Briton usually aren't like that. Oh, well, he must be super anxious to sell something. \"Oh, well, err, I am just looking.\"\n\nThe man cuts in, \"If your humble servant Cicero can be of any service to one so great as you, let me know.\" You nod approving his statements. What do you do next?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look at Trinkets" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking through the trinkets, there are wonderous things among the piles. To Romans this stuff would probably be considered junk, but to uncivilized savages this stuff is a door to another world. One that they will never know. There is a ebony statue of a strange creature that has the word \"elephant\" written in Latin. There is a bronze lamp with the words \"rub me\" on them. Numerous vases and urns inhabit the area, bunching everything together. There is a medallion with a sun figure on it too, along with jewerly of stones all sorts. Nice but not too nice. The Caesar's wife would scoff at that the wares are not sexy enough for her taste. What do you look at?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You look at the Bronze Lamp" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pick up the old bronze oil lamp. It looks like a antiquity from the eastern empire. Numerous designs swirling into infinity litter the sides of the lamp. In Latin are written the words: \"rub me\". Or at least that's what Braak thinks it says based on his limited knowledge of written Latin. Do you rub it? Or just set it down and look at something else?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You rub the Lamp" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak carefully rubs the lamp with the edge of his sleave and smoke begins to pour out of it. The smoke cloud consumes the area and comes together to form a being of great power; IT'S A DJINN!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand at the main square of Vespasium. The town is quite impressive for a barbarian like yourself, but it could never match the glory and splendor of Rome. To the east is the Market District. Merchants of all sorts peddle their meager products to an unrefined population. Directly in front of you is Big Boar's Tavern, a local drink and eatery. In some ways it's sanctuary from the Romans since they never go in there. In the very center of the town is the Roman stronghold, the citadel where they might be holding the princess. To the West is the Slum district. The Slum district: you'll never find a greater collection of all the scum in the city!\n\nWhere to?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tavern" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the Big Boar Tavern, the swinging little drink and eatery. All kinds of creatures have infiltrated this fine establishment. There are a group of farmers sitting at a table talking about the upcoming growing season. Numerous women of loose virtue walk around soliciting their fleshy propositions. To the right are some stairs that lead up to the second floor. Toward middle is the bar with many shady characters sitting there being served tall glasses of dark ale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You solicit a prostitute" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You look around swiveling your head to find the best looking whore in the place. Unfortunately, the best looking one is taken so you take the third best looking one in the place saying, \"Wench, I am exhasted after long, hard trip. I could use some company upstairs while I rest.\" The one you had chosen was quite striking with blue eyes, a pale white face, long red hair. She's short with a big rear end, exactly what Braak likes.\n\nAlways gracious while speaking, she says, \"Oh, handsome warrior, I am so excited that I get the pleasure of your company.\" She leans in close as if to kiss Braak, but instead she whispers a price into his ear. You agree to that price and go upstairs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Upstairs with her" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She lays you down on the bed and gives you a little wine to relax. Braak sips the wine and begins to get sleepy. She kisses you lightly on the lips then raises up slightly. She lets out a whistle, and Romans come out of the closet! You think to resist, but the wine has already taken you. The last thing you can think of is cursing the damn prostitute!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak awakes slightly dazzled with a pounding headache. Those Romans definitely don't fool around. It's dark as Hell in this prison cell but not quite as warm. The thick stone walls are covered with moss and dripping of water. The constant dripping could kill a man if the Romans weren't so thorough in hastening a man's trip to the next world. Across from you is an elderly man, chained to the wall just like you. Do you talk to the old man? Or wait to see what happens?\n(By the way, it's strange, but you didn't lose an items in your inventory. If you had items in your inventory....)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You talk to Old Man" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak motions to the old man to see if he is in fact alive. His eyes blink, but he does not respond verbally to your motion. So you begin to speak, \"Old man, what are you in for?\" He doesn't answer. You continue, \"I pray that the Romans don't find out the true nature of my being here.\" He still doesn't respond. Do you keep talking and hope that he responds or just shut your mouth and wait?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You continue to talk to the old man" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start to tell the old man some more details, hoping that he will break his silence, but it's all in vain. The guard has come to take you. The guard says, \"That old bugger won't respond! He's been in here forever. Completely broken to Roman will, he is. And so will you be soon. Get up!\" You get up and follow the guard out of the cell and up the stairs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Interrogation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "you and the soldier enter the room. The General sits at the desk and stares on expectantly. Flavius is an impressive man: broad shoulders, a bronzed tan with dark hair on his head and face. He wears his XIIth Legion breastplate along with a bearskin pull over. This is definitely not a man you want to cross. The lead soldier begins to speak, \"Hail Caesar, glory to him and the General. This peasant is here for your interrogation, General.\"\n\nThe General calmly speaks, \"Why have you come here to Vespasium?\" You stand there silently.\n\nThe soldier turns to Braak and slaps him, saying, \"Speak you dog!\"\n\n\"Hail Caesar, General. My name is Braak; I am a Briton in the service of the Pictish King to the north whose daughter you hold captive.\" You say it forthcomingly, knowing that torture could get the truth out of you but with more pain.\n\nThe general seems unsurprised and maybe unconcerned by your revelation. \"Well, young Briton, you have gotten yourself in trouble in this town. We don't care much for those that disturb the peace, particularly ones that work for foreign kingdoms. I'm still debating whether to throw you into the dungeon or just execute you. It just depends on whether you are of use to me or not. So, do you wish to say something?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing to Say" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You inform the General that you have nothing to say. He nods and tells the guard to send you back to the dungeon. Across from the crazy old man, you sit. Eventually Flavius will decide your fate. Until that day, you will sit in this dungeon and rot. Execution or life in prison, it doesn't matter. You quest is over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "you and the soldier enter the room. The General sits at the desk and stares on expectantly. Flavius is an impressive man: broad shoulders, a bronzed tan with dark hair on his head and face. He wears his XIIth Legion breastplate along with a bearskin pull over. This is definitely not a man you want to cross. The lead soldier begins to speak, \"Hail Caesar, glory to him and the General. This peasant is here for your interrogation, General.\"\n\nThe General calmly speaks, \"Why have you come here to Vespasium?\" You stand there silently.\n\nThe soldier turns to Braak and slaps him, saying, \"Speak you dog!\"\n\n\"Hail Caesar, General. My name is Braak; I am a Briton in the service of the Pictish King to the north whose daughter you hold captive.\" You say it forthcomingly, knowing that torture could get the truth out of you but with more pain.\n\nThe general seems unsurprised and maybe unconcerned by your revelation. \"Well, young Briton, you have gotten yourself in trouble in this town. We don't care much for those that disturb the peace, particularly ones that work for foreign kingdoms. I'm still debating whether to throw you into the dungeon or just execute you. It just depends on whether you are of use to me or not. So, do you wish to say something?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You challenge Him to Drinking Contest" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thinking that you have nothing to say to the General, you almost answer, but then you realize this might be a chance for you to outwit the General by getting him so drunk he can't think. So you ask the General about Roman wine, \"General, I understand that you are a connoisseur of fine wine. My father is a brewer, and I have been around ale all my life. I just wanted to hear some of your wisdom on the matter.\" That was some serious lying, Braak. I hope the General doesn't paper cut you to death.\n\nThe guard motions you to shut up. But the General waves off the guard. Apparently, Braak's shot in the dark really struck a chord with the General. \"Ah, yes, I love my wine very much. In fact, some insolent Britons robbed a shipment from me not a week ago. I am still angry over it! Those foolish peasants! They can't possibly enjoy my labels from Latium and Gaul like I could. They just don't have my sophistication. I'm mad now! Soldier! pour us drinks!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drinking with the General" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The soldier lifts up an urn and pours you each a goblet of wine. You point to a statue of Caesar Claudius to make conversation with the General. Braak says, \"So General, tell me about that Caesar.\"\n\nThe General and the soldier look away to stare at the stone bust. Flavius answers, \"That my lowly peasant is Caesar Claudius. He is the one that finally lead a successful invasion of your isle. He claimed Britannia for Rome!\" The General continues to drink and talk about Roman emperors. Everytime his glass is filled so is yours." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak takes one last sip then leans back. The chair falls hard to the stone floor. General Flavius stands up and laughs heartily. So does the other soldier. You idiot!!! How could you think to outwit the general? There are two rules: never get in a land war in Asia and never try to outwit a Roman with a drinking contest! Next time bring some Iocane Powder!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak motions to the old man to see if he is in fact alive. His eyes blink, but he does not respond verbally to your motion. So you begin to speak, \"Old man, what are you in for?\" He doesn't answer. You continue, \"I pray that the Romans don't find out the true nature of my being here.\" He still doesn't respond. Do you keep talking and hope that he responds or just shut your mouth and wait?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Wait..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wait for about half an hour. Then a guard comes to the door. \"Get up, you Briton scum! The General wants to see you.\" The guard pulls you up and motions you to follow him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Interrogation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "you and the soldier enter the room. The General sits at the desk and stares on expectantly. Flavius is an impressive man: broad shoulders, a bronzed tan with dark hair on his head and face. He wears his XIIth Legion breastplate along with a bearskin pull over. This is definitely not a man you want to cross. The lead soldier begins to speak, \"Hail Caesar, glory to him and the General. This peasant is here for your interrogation, General.\"\n\nThe General calmly speaks, \"Why have you come here to Vespasium?\" You stand there silently.\n\nThe soldier turns to Braak and slaps him, saying, \"Speak you dog!\"\n\n\"Hail Caesar, General. My name is Braak; I am a Briton in the service of the Pictish King to the north whose daughter you hold captive.\" You say it forthcomingly, knowing that torture could get the truth out of you but with more pain.\n\nThe general seems unsurprised and maybe unconcerned by your revelation. \"Well, young Briton, you have gotten yourself in trouble in this town. We don't care much for those that disturb the peace, particularly ones that work for foreign kingdoms. I'm still debating whether to throw you into the dungeon or just execute you. It just depends on whether you are of use to me or not. So, do you wish to say something?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak awakes slightly dazzled with a pounding headache. Those Romans definitely don't fool around. It's dark as Hell in this prison cell but not quite as warm. The thick stone walls are covered with moss and dripping of water. The constant dripping could kill a man if the Romans weren't so thorough in hastening a man's trip to the next world. Across from you is an elderly man, chained to the wall just like you. Do you talk to the old man? Or wait to see what happens?\n(By the way, it's strange, but you didn't lose an items in your inventory. If you had items in your inventory....)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Wait..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You wait for about half an hour. Then a guard comes to the door. \"Get up, you Briton scum! The General wants to see you.\" The guard pulls you up and motions you to follow him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the Big Boar Tavern, the swinging little drink and eatery. All kinds of creatures have infiltrated this fine establishment. There are a group of farmers sitting at a table talking about the upcoming growing season. Numerous women of loose virtue walk around soliciting their fleshy propositions. To the right are some stairs that lead up to the second floor. Toward middle is the bar with many shady characters sitting there being served tall glasses of dark ale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You walk Up the Stairs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk to the top of the stairs. There is a door directly to your right, one on the left, and one at the end of the hall. Do you want go in a door? Or go back down stairs?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tavern -- End of the Hall" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You listen closely at the door. No sounds. You think about entering then you hear a slight shuffling of feet. Do you wish to proceed?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You calmly walk in the door oblivious to anything that might happen. All of a sudden, Braak is jumped by Roman Soldiers waiting in the room. Instinctly, Braak fights back! The Romans unsheathe their swords as Braak kicks and fights to get away. Braak's resistence is intense, but the Romans crash upon him with a great fury stabbing him continuously with their short legionaire swords. You lay on the floor of this tavern room; blood squirting from every part of your body. You have failed your mission, but at the same time, your debt to the Pictish king is cancelled. Dead men pay no debts except those to the keeper of the underworld." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter the Big Boar Tavern, the swinging little drink and eatery. All kinds of creatures have infiltrated this fine establishment. There are a group of farmers sitting at a table talking about the upcoming growing season. Numerous women of loose virtue walk around soliciting their fleshy propositions. To the right are some stairs that lead up to the second floor. Toward middle is the bar with many shady characters sitting there being served tall glasses of dark ale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bar" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk up to the bar and the bartender looks on expectantly. The bear-like man with a thick beard and an eye patch asks you in a tough tone, \"What do you want?\"\n\n1) Ask him about local occurences and rumors\n2) Tell him that you are there to rescue the princess\n3) Ask him for an Ale" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There to rescue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zealously, you make the profession of your true mission in Vespasium, \"Actually, I am here to rescue Princess Aallura from the Roman pigs that hold her.\"\n\nThe barkeep looks as if he was going to laugh, but then his demeanor changes quickly. With a swift right hand, he grabs Braak bringing him face-to-face with the powerful barkeep. \"Listen, boy, talk like that will only get you killed. Loose tongues don't fly for long 'round 'ere. Tell that loony story to the wrong someone that believes you, and you will be dead!\" He eases his grip then continues, \"Look, I ain't no friend of the Romans; I have one less eye to prove it too. If you want to rescue the princess, you need to be smart about it. Go to the merchant district and find my trusted colleague Cicero. He is a merchant from Gaul that is well educated and well informed. He might have a possible solution for your problem. Tell him that MacCorbin sent ya. Let's talk no more about this.\" You thank MacCorbin the barkeep, and as you are walking away, he says, \"All the whores in here work for the General's men so don't go near them. That could be a quick ticket into the dungeon for someone like you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand at the main square of Vespasium. The town is quite impressive for a barbarian like yourself, but it could never match the glory and splendor of Rome. To the east is the Market District. Merchants of all sorts peddle their meager products to an unrefined population. Directly in front of you is Big Boar's Tavern, a local drink and eatery. In some ways it's sanctuary from the Romans since they never go in there. In the very center of the town is the Roman stronghold, the citadel where they might be holding the princess. To the West is the Slum district. The Slum district: you'll never find a greater collection of all the scum in the city!\n\nWhere to?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Citadel" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like a beacon of oppression, the Citadel sits on a slight hill. The outer walls are constructed of wood, but the inside keep is made of solid granite from the highlands of Wales. The building is impressive, but it's only about three stories high. In other parts of Brittania, there are bigger fortresses than this. Directly in front of you is the gate to the keep. It's guarded by three or four men with great big spears. If you discussed a plan with someone earlier, then you can review and execute the plan. If you don't have a plan, you can just approach the gate. If none of these ideas strike you, you can just leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You approach the Gate" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking with confidence and bounce in your step, you approach the gate. The guards look at you for a minute and ask, \"In the name of Caesar, what's your business here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You speak to General" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell them that you wish to speak to General Flavius.\n\n\"Oh, really peasant?\" With a hint of sarcasm, the soldier seems to want to entertain Braak's conversation. \"What, in Caesar's name, will you talk with him about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Healthcare" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You start to ramble on about how a universal healthcare plan could really strengthen the standing of the empire, even though the costs would be ridiculously high.\n\n\"What the Hell are you talking about? Publius, please shut him up.\" Just as he finishes his sentence, Publius's fist knocks you in the face. You are out cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak awakes slightly dazzled with a pounding headache. Those Romans definitely don't fool around. It's dark as Hell in this prison cell but not quite as warm. The thick stone walls are covered with moss and dripping of water. The constant dripping could kill a man if the Romans weren't so thorough in hastening a man's trip to the next world. Across from you is an elderly man, chained to the wall just like you. Do you talk to the old man? Or wait to see what happens?\n(By the way, it's strange, but you didn't lose an items in your inventory. If you had items in your inventory....)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You tell them that you wish to speak to General Flavius.\n\n\"Oh, really peasant?\" With a hint of sarcasm, the soldier seems to want to entertain Braak's conversation. \"What, in Caesar's name, will you talk with him about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A certain robbery" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak says, \"I would like to discuss a certain robbery with the General.\"\n\nThe demeaner of the soldiers quickly changes; they draw their swords. One of them puts the sword point against Braaks neck and demands, \"Tell us where the wine is now! You thieving bastard.\"\n\nWhat do you say?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only Flavius" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak stares the the Roman defiantly, \"The location of the wine is no concern of you. General Flavius is the only one I will tell.\"\n\nThe Roman soldier says, \"Your only concern is death. If you don't tell me now, you die!\"\n\nTell him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ok, you will talk!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak pleads, \"Please, don't kill me! I will tell you where to find it.\" So you go on to tell them everything. After they look satisfied with the answer, they run you through with a sword. So in effect, I guess you could say that you spilt your guts twice. Never Trust low level bastards with a big secret like that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak stares the the Roman defiantly, \"The location of the wine is no concern of you. General Flavius is the only one I will tell.\"\n\nThe Roman soldier says, \"Your only concern is death. If you don't tell me now, you die!\"\n\nTell him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No Dice!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braak tries to keep calm. Why does the Roman have to hold that blade so close? \"Look. I may not be the smartest, but I am smart enough to know that talking won't save me. I also know that the General is a hard man in a bad mood. He could execute anyone at anytime just for looking at him wrong. Now you can be a hero by bringing me to Gen. Flavius, or you can kill me and deal with the General's bad mood for a couple days, weeks, months?\"\n\nThe soldier lowers his sword nodding at the speech. The other soldiers agree. They will get more from a live Briton than a dead one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taken to the General" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You enter into the great hall with the soldiers noting the surrounding carefully in case there is a chance you will have to make a quick getaway. The banners from the different Legions are hung up along with many animal heads. At the long Oaken table sits several drunk Romans. Braak and the soldiers go up a long staircase to the next floor. They lead you to a room where Flavius must be. They open the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "General's Room" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone enters the room. The General sits at the desk and stares on expectantly. Flavius is an impressive man: broad shoulders, a bronzed tan with dark hair on his head and face. He wears his XIIth Legion breastplate along with a bearskin pull over. This is definitely not a man you want to cross. The lead soldier begins to speak, \"Hail Caesar, glory to him and the General. This peasant says that he knows something that might please you to know.\" He turns to Braak and says, \"Speak you dog!\"\n\n\"Hail Caesar, General. My name is Braak; I am a Briton in the service of the Pictish King to the north whose daughter you hold captive. I would like to propose a deal to take her off your hands. Would your worship want to hear more?\" The General nods. \"I have just come into town, and I have heard about the unfortunate robbery of your wine.\" The general begins to ball his fist up but says nothing so you continue. \"Though I had nothing to do with the robbery, I know where it is hidden now. So here's my arrangement: give me the princess for your cart of precious wine and let us leave the city unmolested.\"\n\nThe General stands up and begins to shout, \"You insolent peasant! You really think you can hold my wine hostage like that until I meet your demands?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General continues to fire off, \"I have been informed that this might happen, but it's still something I didn't expect.\"\n\nBraak begins to speak after a long pause, \"General, I know that you are an honorable man that will stick to any deal that is reached. Agree to my terms and then I will tell you where the wine is. You and your troops can go find it. Once it's in your custody, you can release me and the princess.\"\n\nFlavius cringes and then says, \"Ok, I will let you and the princess go free unharmed, just tell me where my wine is!\"\n\nWhere do you tell him that the wine is?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Old Miller's Shop" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The General goes with his soldiers to go find the wine at the location you specified. After a few hours they come back. Apparently, they didn't find the wine. The general is very angry. No doubt your execution has been ordered. That was stupid to try and lead the General on with false information. Now it's time to pay the piper for your lies!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General continues to fire off, \"I have been informed that this might happen, but it's still something I didn't expect.\"\n\nBraak begins to speak after a long pause, \"General, I know that you are an honorable man that will stick to any deal that is reached. Agree to my terms and then I will tell you where the wine is. You and your troops can go find it. Once it's in your custody, you can release me and the princess.\"\n\nFlavius cringes and then says, \"Ok, I will let you and the princess go free unharmed, just tell me where my wine is!\"\n\nWhere do you tell him that the wine is?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cellar of the Big Boar Tavern" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The General goes with his soldiers to go find the wine at the location you specified. After a few hours they come back. Apparently, they didn't find the wine. The general is very angry. No doubt your execution has been ordered. That was stupid to try and lead the General on with false information. Now it's time to pay the piper for your lies!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General continues to fire off, \"I have been informed that this might happen, but it's still something I didn't expect.\"\n\nBraak begins to speak after a long pause, \"General, I know that you are an honorable man that will stick to any deal that is reached. Agree to my terms and then I will tell you where the wine is. You and your troops can go find it. Once it's in your custody, you can release me and the princess.\"\n\nFlavius cringes and then says, \"Ok, I will let you and the princess go free unharmed, just tell me where my wine is!\"\n\nWhere do you tell him that the wine is?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the Stables of the Slum" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The General goes with his soldiers to go find the wine at the location you specified. After a few hours they come back. Apparently, they didn't find the wine. The general is very angry. No doubt your execution has been ordered. That was stupid to try and lead the General on with false information. Now it's time to pay the piper for your lies!" } ]

[ "Humor", "Previously Featured" ]

[ 37, 27, 44, 69, 33, 12, 14, 16 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Literary category: modern Story elements: Humor \nThis story contains adult language and adult situations coupled with a cruel and twisted sense of humor. That's right, you are reading a story written by donteatpoop.\nYou go by many names; Ricky, Retard, Ricky Retarded, Ricky THE Retard, Stupid Asshole, Dumb Fuck, Moron, etc, etc.\nYou are 20 years old and your father has decided it is time that you get a job. Unable to find employment elsewhere, your father has forced you to turn to another option; working for your uncle at an amusement park he manages. Should be an easy job, right? There's only one problem, you're a fucking idiot.\n As the masterful storyteller, it's your duty to transport the user into a realm of your making, where they're at the heart of every twist and turn. We're in this for the long haul: each of your replies should significantly propel the story forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some say you were dropped on your head as a baby and some say it was a problem in birth. Others say you're just fucking stupid. One kid used to say you just get it from your father, cause he's a dumbshit too. And then he'd say \"That's why your mom left you, because you and your dad are so damn stupid.\"\n\nWhatever the case, you're father is now insisting that you get a job.\n\nYou just turned 20 last week and have already been sent out to seek employment. The problem is, no one wants to hire you.\n\n\"That's okay,\" said your father when you told him of this issue. He reached for the phone with a hard stare fixed on you and a sick little smile curling about the corners of his mouth. \"You can just work at Ducky Park. I'll call Uncle Jim.\"\n\n\"No! Dad!! I don't want to work at Ducky Park.\" You had cried out while he dialed the phone.\n\nHe stopped dialing and looked up at you. \"You need a job, Ricky,\" He said, looking you square in the face with a mock serious visage. \"Uncle Jim is still the manager of Ducky Park.\"\n\nHe nodded his head a bit as he spoke. It annoys the piss out of you when he does that. \"Alright, Ricky. I have an idea. You give me one good reason why you shouldn't work at Ducky Park with Uncle Jim and won't make you work there. And you're reason cannot be that you don't want to.\"\n\nHe was playing with your head. You hate it when he uses logic against you. You stood there staring at him for some time, no one speaking a word. Yoe were racking your brain looking for a reason, but nothing came to you except for an intense desire not to work at Ducky Park. He blinked his eyes. The phone started making that buzzing sound that it makes when it's off the hook for too long.\n\nHis eye twitched a little and you took a deep breath. \"I don't want to work at Ducky Park,\" you said at last.\n\nYour father hung the phone up smiling a wicked smile. \"I said a good reason, Ricky. A good reason.\" He picked up the phone and started dialing.\n\n\"That was a good reason,\" You mumbled into your chin.\n\nHe spun on you. \"What did you say?!\" There was a wildness in his eyes and a tone in his voice that you dared contradict and you looked away from his fierce gaze.\n\n\"Nothing,\" You said, hands in pockets and avoiding eye contact.\n\n\"That's what I though you said,\" He replied. Then he spoke into the phone; \"Yeah hi, Jim? How you doing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Present day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So now you're walking down the road wearing a stupid duck hat as you make your way to your first day of work. You have been walking for almost half an hour and Ducky Park is only a twenty minute drive from your house, so you figure you should be coming up on the place anytime now.\n\nThree and a half hours later you arrive at the front gates of Ducky Park, a giant happy duck staring you down between the ticket booths. You wait in line with the customers an few minutes until the Happy Duck mascot comes up to you and leans in real close.\n\n\"Are you the new guy?\" He whispers.\n\n\"Yes,\" You reply in a hushed tone.\n\n\"Then why the hell are you standing in line?\" He asks.\n\n\"You have to wait in line to get through the gate.\" You tell the Happy Duck mascott. You decide that you don't like him.\n\n\"You work here, dipshit. You don't wait in line, you just walk through the gate.\" He says, frustration evident in his tone.\n\n\"Hey look, asshole,\" You say, loud enough for the people around you to take note. \"I've been here before. I know the rules.\"\n\n\"Great!\" He says with his hands on his hips. \"You're gonna be a real joy to work with!\"\n\nYou're about to point out that if you could just walk through the gate the park wouldn't be able to keep track of who was coming and going, not to mention the money they would lose on ticket sales, when your Unle Jim walks up to you from the gate.\n\n\"Ricky?\" He says. \"Man is that you? I haven't seen you since you were a just a little thing.\" He put a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the line towards the gate.\n\nThe Happy Duck waves at you. \"Take it easy dumb ass!\", he calls.\n\n\"Right this way.\" He says to you. \"Let me show you the park.\"\n\nHe takes you on a tour of the park, but it's nothing you haven't seen before. You see rides, parlor games, food stands, and restrooms. And then he proposes a very important question to you.\n\n\"Where would you like to work in here?\" He asks. You stare at him blankly. \"Look,\" he says, \"The other kids we hire don't have these kind of options. I'm giving you the choice because you are my nephew. So make a decision.\n\n\"We can always use people to work the food stands. You can put on a costume and be one of the Ducky Park mascots, we have some rides you can run; it's just pulling a gear. Or you can clean the walkways of trash with those little sweepers.\n\n\"What do you think?\"\n\nYou're not really sure what to think, and you stand there a while thinking on it. You aren't usually given choices like these. \"Hurry up, Ricky, we don't have all day.\"\n\nHmm..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You work the food stand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think I'd mind working at one of the food stands,\" You tell him.\n\n\"Great,\" He says. \"Let me go see where we have some openings and I'll be right back. You just wait here.\"\n\nHe leaves you alone just inside the gate and you watch as he disappears into a building not far away.\n\nYou stand there idly, watching as Ducky Park patrons enter the park ready for a fun filled and exciting day at everyone's favorite local amusement park. You see the woman and her daughter who were standing near you in line and smile stupidly at the little girl when her eyes fall on yours with curiosity. She clings to her mothers hand and looks away. She says something to her mother and the woman looks briefly back at you, a cold gaze shooting from her eyes to meet you own. They disappear in the masses soon after.\n\nA short time later you spot Happy Duck entering through the gates and approaching you; his smiling duck bill a sharp contrast to the demeanor of the man within.\n\n\"So what're you doing now?\" He asks.\n\n\"I'm standing here,\" You tell him.\n\n\"Must be nice having an uncle that runs the park,\" He tells you.\n\n\"It kind of is, actually,\" You reply. \"I'm gonna work at one of the food areas.\"\n\n\"Great,\" he says, \"Remind me not to eat today. See you around, dipshit.\" He waddles off into the masses of park goers, the delight of children and adult alike but the bane of your existence.\n\nA little while later, your uncle Jim returns. \"Alright,\" He says; \"I checked it out. We have two food areas in need of help and a third option. You can cook pizza one of the little pizza stands, there's only two people assigned there and ideally we need three. There's a hotdog and french fry stand that's short-handed. And the third option is a lemonade stand. Lemonade stands are pretty much a one man gig and there is an unused stand over by the water park area.\"\n\nYou stare blankly back at him.\n\n\"So what's it going to be?\" He asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pizza" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I like pizza,\" You say.\n\n\"Good,\" He says. \"The pizza stand is over by the kiddie park. Let them know you're the new guy and they'll train you.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" You say. Your uncle walks away and leaves you standing there. You stand just like that for a few moments before you decide that it would probably be best if you go to the pizza stand and start working.\n\nIt isn't a long walk to the pizza stand, but you have to wade through a sea of screaming children to reach it. Once through the masses you reach the stand and enter through the employee gate.\n\nThere is only one customer there, waiting on her order. The young lady at the register is a good two years younger than you. She is the vision of perfection, an angel in a duck hat. Her pouty lips are alluring and her blonde hair frames her gorgeous face like a circle of radiance. She smiles at you.\n\n\"Are you the new guy?\" She asks.\n\n\"Yeah,\" You say. You hope you don't sound stupid. \"My name is Ricky-\"\n\n\"Holy shit, Ricky Retarded!!\" You hear from behind her as you see the young man who was working on the pizza pie direct his attention towards you. One of your greatest fears is suddenly realized when your eyes meet his.\n\nHis name is Donny, and he was the absolute worst thing that could happen to you in high school. You can only imagine having to work with him will be equally devastating. He once gave you a swirly in a toilet he had just shat in.\n\n\"Hi, Donny,\" You say to him, trying to be courteous.\n\n\"Man, I can't believe you work here,\" He says, handing the pizza to the young lady. She serves it in turn to the customer.\n\nAll thoughts you had vaguely entertained about enjoying your time working at the pizza stand suddenly shatter like a hammer to tempered glass. Your world comes crashing down.\n\n\"I'm Sally,\" The young lady tells you.\n\n\"Great,\" You reply glumly.\n\nDonny sits on the counter facing you. \"Man, I was such a dick to you in high school.\"\n\n\"Yeah you were,\" You say.\n\n\"I'm sorry, dude. I can't believe I was such an asshole. I was just trying to look cool in front of everyone and stuff, but I shouldn't have behaved like that.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" You say.\n\n\"What did you do?\" the girl asks.\n\n\"I was terrible,\" Donny admits. \"I locked him in lockers, gave him swirlies, beat the shit out of him almost daily, and we all called him Ricky Retarded. Anyway, I'm sorry Ricky.\"\n\n\"Yeah, okay,\" You tell him. You can't help but feel that there is more to this, that his apology is little more than a setup for further cruelty. But nothing happens. You serve two more customers when he starts trying to reminisce with you.\n\n\"Remember that time you started chewing gum from under the desk?\" He asks.\n\n\"Oh yeah,\" you say, \"The red gum wasn't too bad when you got it, but the blue, pink, and green were pretty much guaranteed nasty.\"\n\n\"Dude, that's all guaranteed nasty.\" Donny says with a chuckle.\n\n\"No it's not,\" You argue; \"It's resourceful.\"\n\n\"No,\" Sally says, \"That's gross.\"\n\n\"Whatever,\" You say.\n\nThe three of you sit in silence for a few seconds when Donny starts talking of the old days again. \"You remember the time I took your head and dunked it in the toilet right after I took a shit in it? Oh man, that was hilarious.\" He and Sally begin laughing.\n\nAs they laugh at you, you realize that any hope you had of impressing Sally has been completely destroyed. You can't take anymore, you lose control. They just keep laughing. Everything goes red and hazy, you grip the pizza cutter in your hand and grind your teeth. Sally is still laughing and Donny is saying something that you can't make out over the blood pounding in your ears.\n\nYou swipe at his neck with the circular blade, opening a gash in his throat. Blood splashes in a trail along the wall. The bully from your high school days clutches futilely at his throat as the blood pours over his fingers and stains his shirt beneath. Sally is screaming and backing slowly towards the door. Customers are gawking at you and children are crying.\n\nSecurity is on you before you know what is happening. You are tried and convicted, your sentence lowered due to the instability of your mind. You sit in prison and stare blankly at the walls often. You think back on the glory of the moment when you were finally able to repay that fucking dickhead, Donny. He had that coming for a long time.\n\nSometimes, late at night when you bite into your pillow as your cell mate fucks you up the ass, you wonder if it was all worth it. But when you think back on the look of terror on Donny's face when he was dying on the floor, a sense of peace comes over you and you realize that it was. You never would have had the opportunity had it not been for Ducky Park." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think I'd mind working at one of the food stands,\" You tell him.\n\n\"Great,\" He says. \"Let me go see where we have some openings and I'll be right back. You just wait here.\"\n\nHe leaves you alone just inside the gate and you watch as he disappears into a building not far away.\n\nYou stand there idly, watching as Ducky Park patrons enter the park ready for a fun filled and exciting day at everyone's favorite local amusement park. You see the woman and her daughter who were standing near you in line and smile stupidly at the little girl when her eyes fall on yours with curiosity. She clings to her mothers hand and looks away. She says something to her mother and the woman looks briefly back at you, a cold gaze shooting from her eyes to meet you own. They disappear in the masses soon after.\n\nA short time later you spot Happy Duck entering through the gates and approaching you; his smiling duck bill a sharp contrast to the demeanor of the man within.\n\n\"So what're you doing now?\" He asks.\n\n\"I'm standing here,\" You tell him.\n\n\"Must be nice having an uncle that runs the park,\" He tells you.\n\n\"It kind of is, actually,\" You reply. \"I'm gonna work at one of the food areas.\"\n\n\"Great,\" he says, \"Remind me not to eat today. See you around, dipshit.\" He waddles off into the masses of park goers, the delight of children and adult alike but the bane of your existence.\n\nA little while later, your uncle Jim returns. \"Alright,\" He says; \"I checked it out. We have two food areas in need of help and a third option. You can cook pizza one of the little pizza stands, there's only two people assigned there and ideally we need three. There's a hotdog and french fry stand that's short-handed. And the third option is a lemonade stand. Lemonade stands are pretty much a one man gig and there is an unused stand over by the water park area.\"\n\nYou stare blankly back at him.\n\n\"So what's it going to be?\" He asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hot Dogs and Fries" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hot dogs sounds easy enough,\" You tell your uncle.\n\n\"Good,\" He says, \"It's right between the wooden coaster and the big screen theatre. There's only one guy working the stand, and he can probably use the help.\"\n\n\"Alright,\" You say. He walks away from you and you are left standing there for a few moments before you realize that it's probably best if you hurry along and give the lone man on the hotdog stand a hand.\n\nYou walk through the park, smiling at the families, tipping your hat to the ladies, and waving to the children. A few minutes later you see the hotdog stand where a long line waits to be served. You move past them quickly and get behind the counter.\n\n\"Hi,\" You say to the stressed looking guy behind the counter. He is about your age and seems very rushed. \"MY name is Ricky, I'll be working with you today.\"\n\n\"Great,\" He says, \"Why don't you get the fries out of the grease?\"\n\nYou do as he asks and work with the food while he runs the register and serves then customers. Eventually the line does die down and the crowd disperses. Your workmate is visibly relaxed, his muscles go lax and he sits in the chair behind the counter.\n\n\"Ah, damn,\" He says, wiping some sweat from his brow. \"It's rushed like that for ten minutes every half hour. Other than that this is a pretty relaxed little food stand. The people that come out of the big screen theatres usually stop for food, but that's about it.\"\n\nYou nod in reply, not really sure how you should reply to his words.\n\n\"What did you say your name was again?\" He asks.\n\n\"Ricky,\" You tell him. He shakes your hand and introduces himself as Steve.\n\nYou don't talk much during the slow time. You tell him where you went to school and he tells you the same. And then the crowd is there and you are working your ass off again, pulling hotdogs off of the cooker with metal tongs and filling little cardboard trays with fries.\n\nIt is just after you place a dog in a bun and start to grab the fries that you drop the tongs into the bubbling grease. You curse aloud and reach in after it.\n\nThe moment your hand hits the grease your teeth clench tight and cut into your tongue. The pain from your tongue bite is nowhere near the pain your hand and upper arm are going through. But you are a trooper and you reach to the bottom and pull the tongs out successfully.\n\nYou turn around to see everyone staring at you in shock, mouths agape and eyes wide. That's when you realize that you are still screaming in pain. You stop yelling and fight back your tears enough to mutter \"I got the tongs back.\"\n\n\"Christ, man,\" Steve says, \"We have more tongs. You could have let those go.\"\n\n\"My hand hurts,\" You say.\n\n\"You should probably go have that looked at,\" he tells you.\n\n\"It hurts,\" You say again.\n\n\"I don't think I want those fries anymore,\" one of the customers says before walking away.\n\n\"Ow,\" You say.\n\nSteve grabs you by the back of the shirt and leads you out of the hotdog stand. \"Get the fuck out of here, you retard. Go get your stupid hand looked at. Damn!\"\n\nYou stand there for a minute staring at the bright red skin on your arm and start looking for your uncle Jim. After asking enough people, you locate your uncle and he sends you to the hospital. They treat your burns and send you walking home.\n\nWhen you get home your father is all smiles. You tell him what happened and he says that he already knows. He lets you sit on the couch and watch TV all day. He serves you food and drink whenever you need it, and even helps you hobble over to the bathroom when you need to go.\n\nLater that night, while you watch reruns of Rocco's Modern Life, your father talks excitedly on the phone with someone. When he gets off of the telephone he is all smiles. He comes in and gives you a hug.\n\n\"This is great,\" He tells you. \"Ducky Park is going to settle for $50,000! I haven't seen that much money since... I've never seen that much money!\"\n\nHe slaps you on the back. \"That ought to get us through another year here. After that you'll get hurt at another job and we can sue them! We're gonna be rich, Ricky. Thanks to you!\"\n\nYou tell him that you need another soda and he nods enthusiastically. \"You're the best son ever,\" he says as he leaves the room to get you some more cola.\n\nA Girls Gone Wild commercial comes on the TV and you smile serenely, content with the state of things and the censored exhibitionism before you. You have Ducky Park to thank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think I'd mind working at one of the food stands,\" You tell him.\n\n\"Great,\" He says. \"Let me go see where we have some openings and I'll be right back. You just wait here.\"\n\nHe leaves you alone just inside the gate and you watch as he disappears into a building not far away.\n\nYou stand there idly, watching as Ducky Park patrons enter the park ready for a fun filled and exciting day at everyone's favorite local amusement park. You see the woman and her daughter who were standing near you in line and smile stupidly at the little girl when her eyes fall on yours with curiosity. She clings to her mothers hand and looks away. She says something to her mother and the woman looks briefly back at you, a cold gaze shooting from her eyes to meet you own. They disappear in the masses soon after.\n\nA short time later you spot Happy Duck entering through the gates and approaching you; his smiling duck bill a sharp contrast to the demeanor of the man within.\n\n\"So what're you doing now?\" He asks.\n\n\"I'm standing here,\" You tell him.\n\n\"Must be nice having an uncle that runs the park,\" He tells you.\n\n\"It kind of is, actually,\" You reply. \"I'm gonna work at one of the food areas.\"\n\n\"Great,\" he says, \"Remind me not to eat today. See you around, dipshit.\" He waddles off into the masses of park goers, the delight of children and adult alike but the bane of your existence.\n\nA little while later, your uncle Jim returns. \"Alright,\" He says; \"I checked it out. We have two food areas in need of help and a third option. You can cook pizza one of the little pizza stands, there's only two people assigned there and ideally we need three. There's a hotdog and french fry stand that's short-handed. And the third option is a lemonade stand. Lemonade stands are pretty much a one man gig and there is an unused stand over by the water park area.\"\n\nYou stare blankly back at him.\n\n\"So what's it going to be?\" He asks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lemonade Stand" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To run the lemonade stand all I have to do is squeeze the lemons, throw in the sugar and shake it up, right?\" You ask.\n\n\"That's about it,\" You're uncle answers. \"Is that what you want to do?\"\n\nYou nod, deciding that the task seems simple enough. Plus, you pretty much have all the lemonade you can drink.\n\nHe tells you there is an empty stand near the water rides that you should go to. He says that someone will be by with the supplies you need. Then he walks away and leaves you standing there.\n\nWith nothing to do but find the stand, you head off in the direction of the water rides. You smile at the families, wave to the children, and tip your hat to the ladies.\n\nEventually you reach your lemonade stand. Moments later, some one brings you a crate of lemons, sugar, and cups on a cart. You pull the cart into the stand with you and the guy leaves you there to set everything up.\n\nYou stack the cups in a corner and run the water from the sink to fill a few of the cups. You squeeze the lemons into cups and throw that lemon half into the cup as well. You dump sugar in and shake them up.\n\nIt doesn't take long for the customers to come over and start purchasing this favorite refreshment of park goers. They sell for four bucks apiece, six if they want the souvenir cup. They sell like lemonade on a hot day... Which is exactly what they are.\n\nAfter the initial rush, things slow down a bit and you stand in your little booth staring at the passer-byes as they move along, enjoying the park.\n\nA group of people come out of the white water ride and a young lady walks right over to your lemonade stand in the hopes of quenching her thirst. She wears a white T-shirt that is so drenched from the ride that you can see right through the fabric. The sight of her dark nipples arouses you and you find yourself gawking at her but unable to stop yourself.\n\n\"Can I get a lemon shake?\" She asks.\n\nYou don't answer at first so she repeats herself.\n\n\"Can I get a lemon shake, please?\"\n\n\"You have nice boobs,\" You reply.\n\nShe smiles a little and looks down at them. \"Thanks. I knew I shouldn't have worn white, but what am I going to do?\" She laughs a little. \"Can I get a lemon shake please?\"\n\n\"Can I touch them?\" You ask.\n\nShe stops smiling and actually looks a little freaked out. \"What?\" She asks in shock.\n\n\"Your boobs,\" You say. \"Can I touch them?\"\n\n\"No,\" She says coldly. \"Just make me a lemon shake, would you?\" She crosses her arms over her breasts so that your view of her hard dark nipples is blocked.\n\nYou hand her one of the pre-made lemon shakes but when she grabs it you don't release the cup from your grip. \"come on,\" You say, \"I can see them. I should be able to touch them too.\"\n\n\"You're an asshole,\" She says plainly, snatching the cup from your hand and walking away furiously. You realize too late that she forgot to pay. But at least you saw her boobs, right?\n\nSeveral more minutes go by and you serve three more customers. The day is progressing rather slowly and you find yourself thinking back to that one perfect customer and her two perfect breasts. You wish she would come back. Just thinking about her makes your penis harden.\n\nSuddenly your dream of her return becomes a reality. You see her return with your Uncle Jim.\n\n\"This is him,\" She says.\n\n\"Ricky?\" He asks.\n\n\"Yeah?\" You reply.\n\n\"Did you sexually harass this young lady?\" He inquires.\n\n\"I don't even know what that means,\" You tell him honestly. You caught the words sex and ass, but aren't sure about the rest.\n\n\"He asked if he could touch my boobs,\" She says.\n\nYou smile sheepishly.\n\n\"Come here, Ricky,\" He tells you. You walk out from the lemonade stand and remember only afterwards that your penis is still stiff from thinking about her breasts. You glance at her chest but are disappointed to see that the fabric has dried enough that her nipples are not clearly noticeable.\n\n\"What was he doing, playing with it?!?\" She asks, pointing at your dick.\n\n\"You can touch it if you want,\" You tell her.\n\n\"That's it,\" Uncle Jim says, grabbling you by the collar of your shirt. \"I hate to do this, Ricky, but you leave me no choice.\" He leads you through the park, pulling you by the collar, until you reach the gate.\n\n\"You're fired,\" He tells you. \"Go home.\"\n\nYou hang your head in shame and start the long walk home. A few hours later you walk through your door to find your father waiting for you, belt in hand.\n\n\"You got fired?\" Your father says.\n\nYou don't reply verbally, but nod.\n\n\"For trying to touch a girls boobs?\"\n\nAgain, you nod.\n\nYour father shakes his head in disgust before cracking you with the belt over and over again, welts rising quickly on your skin.\n\nYou cry yourself to sleep that night. All you wanted was to touch the boobies the girl was shoving in your face. What's so wrong about that? It's not like you just reached out and grabbed them, you asked. Now your father is pissed off at you and your back hurts from belt whippings.\n\nYou have no one to blame except Ducky Park." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So now you're walking down the road wearing a stupid duck hat as you make your way to your first day of work. You have been walking for almost half an hour and Ducky Park is only a twenty minute drive from your house, so you figure you should be coming up on the place anytime now.\n\nThree and a half hours later you arrive at the front gates of Ducky Park, a giant happy duck staring you down between the ticket booths. You wait in line with the customers an few minutes until the Happy Duck mascot comes up to you and leans in real close.\n\n\"Are you the new guy?\" He whispers.\n\n\"Yes,\" You reply in a hushed tone.\n\n\"Then why the hell are you standing in line?\" He asks.\n\n\"You have to wait in line to get through the gate.\" You tell the Happy Duck mascott. You decide that you don't like him.\n\n\"You work here, dipshit. You don't wait in line, you just walk through the gate.\" He says, frustration evident in his tone.\n\n\"Hey look, asshole,\" You say, loud enough for the people around you to take note. \"I've been here before. I know the rules.\"\n\n\"Great!\" He says with his hands on his hips. \"You're gonna be a real joy to work with!\"\n\nYou're about to point out that if you could just walk through the gate the park wouldn't be able to keep track of who was coming and going, not to mention the money they would lose on ticket sales, when your Unle Jim walks up to you from the gate.\n\n\"Ricky?\" He says. \"Man is that you? I haven't seen you since you were a just a little thing.\" He put a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the line towards the gate.\n\nThe Happy Duck waves at you. \"Take it easy dumb ass!\", he calls.\n\n\"Right this way.\" He says to you. \"Let me show you the park.\"\n\nHe takes you on a tour of the park, but it's nothing you haven't seen before. You see rides, parlor games, food stands, and restrooms. And then he proposes a very important question to you.\n\n\"Where would you like to work in here?\" He asks. You stare at him blankly. \"Look,\" he says, \"The other kids we hire don't have these kind of options. I'm giving you the choice because you are my nephew. So make a decision.\n\n\"We can always use people to work the food stands. You can put on a costume and be one of the Ducky Park mascots, we have some rides you can run; it's just pulling a gear. Or you can clean the walkways of trash with those little sweepers.\n\n\"What do you think?\"\n\nYou're not really sure what to think, and you stand there a while thinking on it. You aren't usually given choices like these. \"Hurry up, Ricky, we don't have all day.\"\n\nHmm..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wear a costume." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I guess I can be one of the Happy Duck characters,\" you tell your uncle.\n\n\"Great,\" He says, \"Let me take you to the costume closet and see what's there.\"\n\nYou follow your uncle as he leads you past the food stands and the picnic area and into a gift shop. He smiles and waves at the young woman working the register and you follow him into a back room which reads \"EMPLOYEES ONLY\".\n\nThe back room is actually an expansive room full of computers, monitors, and desks. He leads you to into a much smaller room through a door on the far wall. In the room is a bench and a few abnormally large lockers that are wide open. There are only two costumes there, a fish and a dog.\n\n\"You're Frank or Dastardly,\" Your uncle slaps you on the back; \"Take your pick and put it on. See you out there, Ricky.\"\n\nYour uncle leaves you in there while you consider the options before you. The fish is grey with a few shiny silver scales. You conjure memories of Happy Duck's best friend; Frank the Fish.\n\nAt least in the mask no one will have to see how hideously ugly I am, you think to yourself.\n\nHappy duck once rescued Frank the Fish from the clutches of a fisherman's hook. Ever since then he has been a close companion to Happy Duck. They stick with each other through thick and thin. Frank has been rescued from the hooks a few times since then by Happy Duck, he just can't resist worms on a hook; and Happy has been rescued by Frank from the jaws of Dastardly Dog. No one's ever been sure about what kind of fish Frank is, but everyone agrees that there are no friends as tried and true as Happy Duck and Frank the Fish.\n\nDastardly Dog on the other hand... You look into the locker where the brown furry costume hangs and remember Dastardly Dog. He was always an enemy to Happy, always chasing the duck and howling for the man with the gun when Happy tried to fly away. Dastardly one launched a malicious plan to hide beneath the surface of the water in the guise of a lily pad, but was thwarted by Frank the Fish before his master plan could be executed. All in all, he was a very mean dog. Dastard the bastard, your father used to call him and then laugh hysterically before drinking more beer. Your teachers at school didn't think it was so funny when you repeated it.\n\nYou pull yourself from your revelry and try to come to a decision. The fish or the dog? Friend or foe? Frank or Dastardly? Which one?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Frank the Fish" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You pull the giant shiny fish costume on, amazed at how the scales look and feel. It's a rubbery, slimy costume with an odor not unlike that of whatever fish Frank is supposed be.\n\nAs you slip the costume on you remember how brave Frank the Fish was on the cartoon; always rescuing his friend Happy from the evil clutches of Dastardly Dog. It would be good to parade around the park as the notoriously trustworthy friend of Happy Duck, you think as you walk out of the costume closet and through the expansive office to the door on the far wall.\n\nYou go through the door to the souvenir shop and the wave to the young woman behind the counter. She waves back smiling, but as you pass her she calls something to you that you can't quite hear beneath the costume. You turn around to find out what she wanted.\n\n\"I said your zipper is down,\" She tells you.\n\nYou flush with embarrassment and instinctively move your hands to cover your manhood before you realize that she is most likely talking about the costume zipper.\n\n\"Here,\" She says; \"Let me help.\" She walks out from behind the counter and zips your costume up in the back.\n\n\"Thanks,\" You say; \"If not for you they would've all known that I wasn't the real Frank the Fish.\"\n\nShe laughs a little at your remark. \"You're a brave soul to wear that costume, you know,\" She says.\n\n\"Why's that?\" You ask.\n\n\"The last three people dressed as Frank the Fish were killed. Some say the costume is cursed.\" She grins a little in mockery. \"If you believe that sort of thing.\"\n\nYou swallow hard and try not to feel intimidated. You're glad the costume hides the look of fear that must be evident on your face. The last three people that wore this have died. The thought terrifies you more than a little.\n\n\"It's probably just superstition,\" You reason aloud to reassure your self as well as to sound braver than you feel.\n\n\"I don't know,\" She argues; \"I knew the last guy. He was a real nice kid. A tarantula climbed up inside of there and bit him a half dozen times.\"\n\n\"I'll be fine,\" You tell her.\n\n\"Let's hope,\" She says; \"Good luck out there.\"\n\nYou thank her and exit the gift shop, looking around in search of a destination. Where would it be better for Frank the Fish to hang out and greet Ducky Park patrons, you wonder. Initially you think the Water Zone would be best considering that you are supposed to be a fish and fish should be in the water, but then you start to think about the stage area where all the shows are.\n\nThe Water Zone seems the obvious place to find a fish, you think. But the show area is where people expect to find the celebrities.\n\nRealizing that you can't stand there forever, you force yourself to reach a decision. What do you decide on?" } ]

[ "Fantasy", "Part of Series", "Serious" ]

[ 88, 45, 93, 96, 29, 17, 4, 20 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Your story is set in this genre: fantasy.\nSet the scene with these themes: Fantasy, Serious.\n\n\nLive as Gaius, a demigod sired by none other than the Lord of the Gods himself, Zeus, in an attempt to right some wrongs. You live in ancient Greece where monsters, Gods, and other unworldly beings walk the Earth alongside mortals.\nA group of refugees are escaping from their hometown of Cione. They told of a giant so terrifying that even Gods fear it. As a hero who aims to make a name for himself, what would you do?\nDiscover and live a story unlike anything you've witnessed before.\nAs this is my very first game (it's more of a story so...) Please don't expect anything exceptional. I didn't try to make it a game where you win or lose, it's a story and the choices you make just changes how the story will go and you can only have one ending. You can never lose, unfortunately. Rate this how you would rate a story, not a game.\nThis story is for hardcore readers only, if you're not prepared to read a lot then this is not for you...\n\n\nYou are the storyteller and guide. The user is the protagonist of this digital adventure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I live in a huge world. Why do I exist in this world? Is there a greater reason that I exist than just having to exist? Considering all the beings in this world (Gods, Titans, monsters, Chaos) it's hard not to feel like a lowly ant living among giants. How can I make sure my existence here is not wasted?\n\nMany have tried, many have failed, but many have also succeeded. Hercules, Perseus, Theseus, these are just names of some who were challenged and were rewarded with the gift of immortality. Their names would be remembered forever. How did they do it? How can I be like them?\n\n\"You need a purpose,\" a voice in my head said.\n\nI suppose that you're right! A fulfilled purpose is enough to suffice a confused heart, giving it the feeling like it fulfilled the reason for its existence, too. But what shall be my purpose?\n\n\"Serve me...\" the voice answered, \"You must serve me, my son...\"\n\nOf course, I knew that this voice belonged to my father even before he revealed it so. The natural superiority and hardness in his voice proved that. But is that really just what I'm good for? Just an unworthy servant...? I banished the thought.\n\n\"Father, I only exist to serve you,\" I answered the voice. Though my world is unfortunately huge, so is the length of my mortal life. Who knows what feats I will be able to accomplish by the end of it?\n\nAfter all, it doesn't hurt that my Father, the one who answers my prayers every now and then, is Zeus, the Lord of the Gods and the Ruler of the Sky. My limit goes beyond the sky!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Continue..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took me a moment to realize that I had fallen asleep. Ever so slightly, I let some light pass my guarded eyes and look at my surroundings.\n\nI've been lying down in a field of grass and it's morning. Apollo has only begun his day-long trek in his golden, shining chariot from east to west. The sunlight is what interrupted my peaceful slumber. Curse it!\n\nSuddenly, with my trained senses, I heard grass being stepped on. In that moment, all my battle senses that I gained from training were turned on. The steps are scattered, possibly caused by multiple creatures or a single animosity with multiple legs. I froze my body thinking maybe the monster would lower its guard when it thinks that I'm still unaware of its presence. The smell of sweat and blood filled the air. Clearly, the creature just had its meal.\n\nUsing expert caution, I unsheathed my sword very quietly while still on the floor. The blade emits a faint glow, the power of the sky, being in the blade, made its presence known.\n\nI felt nervous, my heart pounding and my blood rushing, but never afraid. My mind was calculating everything in sight but I still don't know what creature I'm dealing with. Could be an army of wolves or a giant Arachne, who knows?\n\nThe steps grew closer, then stopped. I felt their eyes staring at my body.\n\nWhat should I do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're the son of Zeus, they shall face your wrath!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With one quick movement, I was on my feet facing the creatures. My sword felt perfectly balanced in my well-rested arms. My brain draws out about 20 different tactics on how I can maneuver in case the creatures used any tricks. All these happened in a manner of seconds. But, what stood before me didn't look like they wanted a fight.\n\nA large group of men, women and children stood in the grassy plains. They looked dirty and tired like they came here from a faraway place. They also looked sad, most of the women seemed afraid of me. This made me put away my sword.\n\nA bearded man, who seemed to be their leader, intones, \"We came all the way from our village of Cione, which lies by the great mountain of Etna.\"\n\n\"What are you doing here?\" I asked, \"What do you want?\"\n\n\"We're here seeking refuge,\" the bearded man answered, \"A horrible monster terrorized our village and destroyed our homes.\"\n\nAn idea sprung from the top of my head. \"I live in a village named Mene. It's not very far from where we stand and I can escort you there,\" I said, \"It should suffice as a temporary home for you, for now.\"\n\nI beckoned them to follow, and they did." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To your village..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My village, Mene, stands to the south. The refugees and I will have to pass through a light forest to get there. I feel the cool light morning breeze and sighed a contented sigh. Life always feel good when you're on your way back home.\n\n\"It seems like you and your people had a lot of trouble while heading here,\" I asked the bearded man who seems to be their leader.\n\n\"My name is Percix,\" he said, \"I used to be the King of Cione until that horrible giant destroyed it.\" He sighed as if remembering the struggle that they went through. \"I thought I was a good King, now look at my people,\" he said beckoning to the group who now trails behind us, \"We were hounded by bandits and monsters the whole way, and I couldn't do anything about it.\"\n\nWithout meaning to, my battle experience kicked in and I studied the old King. He's frail and old, there was no way he could defend all his people from anything stronger than a pack of wolves. With the clothing he wore, you would never think he was royalty. A dirty toga with scattered rips slung loosely across his body. He had grayish hair and beard and his eyes resonated nothing but sadness.\n\n\"Worry not, you're in safe hands now,\" I assured King Percix, \"but would you describe this giant for me? I have fought a lot of them before and I might be able to help.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You learn about the Giant" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "King Percix's face turned dark and grim. The forest air seemed to thicken, turning into a light blanket of fog. \"You've never faced anything like this Giant before,\" he said with a sinister smile on his face. \"This giant that I'm talking about has wings the size of war ships,\" he intones, \"his body reaches the skies and his head can touch the stars.\"\n\n\"His hands are as big as the moon,\" he continues, \"and his eyes---\"\n\nSuddenly, he stopped. I scolded myself quietly, wondering why I hadn't heard the sound earlier, maybe it was because I was so drawn to the King's description of the monster. Rustling sounds are coming from the trees which surrounded our weary group of refugees.\n\nMoments passed, and the sounds evolved into movement in the plantlife. There are something out there. I drew my sword. It's warm glow seemed to thin the now-heavy fog of the forest. I held my breath waiting for something to happen.\n\nAt the sight of my sword, some of the children wimpered and ran to their mothers. I couldn't blame them. From the sounds, it's clear there are a lot of creatures out there and they aren't human.\n\nI turned to the King. He was looking at the trees and says, \"Not again---\"\n\nAn explosion from the trees interrupted him again. I was somewhat wrong. The creatures are somewhat humanoid in a sense. They were huge, the smallest probably standing at seven feet high. All they had on were pieces of cloth strapped to their waists. There were three of them with greenish skin and muscled bodies. Their eyes looked at everyone at first. Then after seeing my drawn sword, they focused on me. Without question, I know that we've been ambushed by a pack of giants.\n\nTell them:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"You ugly beasts! Come and get me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"YOU DUMB BRUTES! IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU, YOU WOULD STOP WHERE YOU ARE!\" I yelled.\n\nThe giants laughed a stupid man's laugh. Percix looked at me like I was crazy, but I kept my eyes on the giant bandits, my sword starting to feel heavier.\n\n\"FOOLISH HUMAN!\" the biggest of the bandits yelled back, \"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?\"\n\nI summoned all the authority in my voice and yelled back as loudly as I could, \"I AM GAIUS, THE HERO OF MENE AND THE SON OF MY FATHER, ZEUS!\" Thunder rumbled in the skies and the clouds turned gray in a manner of seconds. The winds started to pick up and it looked like a hurricane is starting to form right where we stand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Fight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other two giants started noticing the change in the environment; they lost their dumb grins and I sensed a little fear in their eyes. The bigger giant, clearly the strongest in the group, kept his grin and his eyes on me. I tried my best not to show my fear and I did it by returning his gaze straight at him.\n\nThen, he broke his statue-form and turned to his friends. He growled two words to them, \"Get him!\"\n\nI was prepared for the attack. The two stupid giants obeyed their leader's command and charged at me at the same time. I waited for the right moment and jumped ten feet in the air. The giants realized their mistake a little late and hit each other head on with a full force enough to cause an earthquake.\n\nMeanwhile, I used my power over the winds and hurled myself downward towards the now-unconscious bodies of the two giants with my sword pointing at them. The impact was so severe that it sent out a shockwave that was probably felt by everyone within a 50 yard radius. Blood and giant entrails scattered across the forest floor. The impact caused a fog of dust that hid myself from the others.\n\nWhen the fog clears, I saw myself towering over the two corpses. My sword is stuck inside what seems to be the head of one of the giants but it was so decimated that I couldn't be sure.\n\nI pulled my sword out and saw for the first time the reaction of the last giant. His smile left his face altogether and was replaced by a surprised, opened mouth. I jumped off the tower I just created and locked my gaze at him again.\n\n\"Let's get this over with!\" I said pretending like the stunt that I did hadn't caused me as much energy as it did." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Final Round" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The giant roared so loud it shook the trees nearby. He hefted a huge club the size of the thickest tree in this forest and charged straight at me.\n\nI guessed wrong and thought that he was going to do the same attack that his friends did but he didn't. Clearly, he's not as dim-witted as his friends. The moment I tried to sidestep his charge, he stopped mid-stride and stepped toward the direction that I went. Even with the speed that I had, I couldn't entirely dodge his strike and he hit me in the back. I heard bones cracking as his attack glanced at me.\n\nI tried to stand up but the pain prevented me. I was only able to crouch, now. Realizing that he probably won, the giant towered above me. He raised his club, as if to end the battle, but I had other plans.\n\nThe seconds seemed like minutes and I concentrated as hard as I could before the giant could make his final move. Then, there was an aura of calmness that enveloped the forest.\n\nThe giant hesitated just a little bit and that was enough time that I needed to finish him off. I raised my sword and it glowed ever-so brightly toward the sky. The storm clouds gave birth to a thunderbolt that hit my sword killing everyone and everything within 5 feet around me.\n\nThe force disintegrated the last giant and I stood perfectly straight. My body healed after the thunderbolt hit, a blessing that sons of Zeus often have. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth and I looked back.\n\nTo my surprise, the group looked even more scared than before. I couldn't blame them, even other demigods were amazed at the power that my Father granted me because he rarely give out as much.\n\nPercix broke the awkward silence, \"Praise Gaius, the Son of Zeus, our Savior!\" he shouted towards his people. Scattered cheers from the men rang through the forest, most of the woman still looked at me like I was worse than the giants.\n\n\"We should continue towards Mene,\" I said when the crowd quieted down, \"I'm not sure I could fight more of these things if we get attacked again.\"\n\nAnd with that our journey continued." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To your Home" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I breathed in the smell of fresh air. Finally, I'm home. I just hoped that the group of people that followed me(when I counted there were 20 of them) could feel the same way right now.\n\nEverything is where it was since I left a six years ago. The farms, the houses and the people, though the people looked different, now. There was little Hactor who couldn't even rich the snout of a horse when I left, yet now he tends the stables. Little kids run about whose faces I've never seen before in my life.\n\nThere was so much to do I couldn't decide..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You find Mother" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I guided the refugees to the center of the village. Expectedly, all eyes from the villagers turned towards us. I put on a calm face and announce, \"My people, it's me, Gaius!\" At first, I was afraid they wouldn't remember me, then all the villagers smiled and made their way towards me.\n\nThere were a lot of \"You've grown tall's\" and \"Who are all these people with you?'s\" I felt overwhelmed with happiness. \"Where is my Mother?\" I said raising my voice a little louder than the crowd's. They pointed me to the familiar house and I went in.\n\nMy mother was the only one in the village who hadn't changed a bit. Her eyes still had that welcoming gesture she made it seem like I was just gone for a couple of days. The inside of our house looked the same, too. Sigh.\n\n\"Gaius, you've certainly grown taller,\" my mother said, \"and look how handsome you are, all the girls in the village would be fighting for you.\"\n\nI smiled, it was great to be home. Then, I let my serious face go back. \"Mother, we need you in the village, please come...\" I said.\n\nShe knew the importance of the matter through my voice and went out of our house in a heartbeat with me trailing behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let's get some answers!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The village center is now crowded. Everyone was talking so loud I had a hard time trying to hear my thoughts. My mother and I went towards the very center of the crowd.\n\nI was going to use my own voice to stop the madness when a more smoother voice pierced through the noise. I was surprised to see that it was my Mother. I mean, of course it was her voice that attracted my father to her a long time ago, but I hadn't fully realized what power her voice really had.\n\n\"Everyone quiet down!\" she shouted and there was silence afterwards. She's the Queen of Mene, now, I understood how much power she holds over her people.\n\nI made the introductions with Percix and my villagers. And finally, I said, \"I need some answers and I need them now.\"\n\n\"Well, I need some answers, too,\" Percix answered, \"Perhaps we could exchange some information?\" I nodded and agreed. \"I will let you start, then, ask away...\" Percix finished.\n\n[I recommend asking and reading all of the questions because they are all crucial to understand the story]" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're done asking questions..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Percix stated that he have no more questions and that concluded our exchange. I felt a lot better, again, with a mission. I told my Mother to help Percix and his people and that I'm making for Cione at first light.\n\nShe asked, \"But, why so soon? You just came back, why not rest for a day?\" I expected this sort of response from my Mother and told her that I'm fine and that Typhon might start attacking other nearby villages. Which meant Mene isn't that far off from his list.\n\nThe thought of endangering her village and her people greatly affected her. She agreed to give me a horse and provisions to last me the whole trip.\n\nThe next morning, I said my goodbyes to the village and Percix. They told me to be careful and come back soon to which I nodded and promised that I would do. Then, I was off, riding my black horse northwards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the Road Again" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few days have passed since I left Mene. My body felt heavier compared to when I started but it was used to the heavy burdens. I remembered Chiron telling me that the enemies I will face would be as tall as mountains, he asked me how can I kill them if I can't even climb a mountain.\n\nAs I approach the hills I studied the landscape. The hills looked as if a God was digging up the ground searching for something. And, with my luck, that's probably how the hills were formed anyway. Mounds of dark brown dirt formed ridges that looked like the waves of the sea. The air smelled of dirt plus the occasional sea breeze coming from the nearby shore.\n\nI drew closer to the dirt hills and started to see the signs.\n\nThere were crude, man-made signs strewn across the entrance to the hills. They all say the same thing: \"Turn Back, Beware the Monster.\" Well, that's good advice if you're an ordinary mortal. My horse, whom I named Pegasus, was tired. I had a feeling that with his old age he wouldn't actually complete the quest with me. I decided to take off his harness and let him go.\n\nNow on foot, I went up the first mound of dirt. The moment my feet touched the dirt, a loud and sinister laughter echoed around me. My training prepared me for situations like this and I steeled my nerves. This is the worst time to panic.\n\nWith that, I pushed onwards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You meet the Monster" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I reached the peak of the second hill and the monster was standing right in front of me.\n\nI knew for sure he was human. He had an old look on his face with long dark brown hair reaching down to his waist. The odor that came from him was a mixture of sea scent and dirt, like the beach. He looks normal and seems to pose no threat at all except for two things. One, he stands at seven feet tall, almost as tall as giants. And, second, his body is covered in mud. It seemed like he had been sleeping on a mud puddle.\n\n\"Finally, Mother has given me something to do, I suppose,\" the giant bellowed with voice as deep as a bear's.\n\nInstinctively, I drew my sword. \"Perhaps, you would introduce yourself before I send your soul to the Underworld,\" I said, not understanding the sudden aggressiveness I felt. My blood boiled and my skin itched for the awaiting fight. I tried to control myself.\n\nThe giant raised both his hands in surrender. \"The blood of Zeus clouds your judgement, demigod,\" he said, \"The Earth has warned me of your coming and told me to spare you.\"\n\n\"I am Antaeus, Son of Poseidon of the ocean, and Gaia of the Earth,\" he bellowed, injecting power in his voice, \"There is no need for rash decisions.\"\n\nI tried to suppress it as hard as I could, but my anger is really swelling up now, affecting my judgement. I concentrated on the sea, and then on the hills; it's understandable that Antaeus would live here.\n\nI made the mistake of looking at Antaeus and I lost all control. I have to do something, now!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You charge Him!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A loud roar escaped my mouth and I charged the monster. Again, my highly trained brain developed different scenarios that could happen and what I should do.\n\nAntaeus smiled like a bear waiting for the fish to come to its mouth. He reached down on the ground and dug up a huge boulder about the size of a horse. The monster appeared to throw it, and I had to slow my charge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You wait for the throw, then dodge to the side" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hefted the boulder, and threw it at my direction with all his might.\n\nI waited to the millisecond before I tumbled to the right. But, Antaeus was expecting this and as I look up, another boulder was coming straight at me.\n\nHe's better than I expected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dodge again, then Charge" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Again, I waited for the right moment, then tumbled forward. I felt the second boulder missing me by inches. I finally reached Antaeus but this is no time to celebrate.\n\nI closed up the remaining distance and stopped in my tracks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You jump and climb onto his back" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I waited for the monster to attack then I jumped up and tried to climb onto his back. I held on to his neck using my left arm, his muddy body made it hard to stay on, and stabbed him in the back.\n\nI did it. I killed the monster. Instinctively, I hopped off his back stood in front of his dying figure.\n\nAgain, I didn't realize the mistake I made." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Mistake" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Feeling victorious, I lowered my guard. Suddenly, Antaeus swiped at my legs and I heard bones cracking. A sharp pain enveloped my whole body and I fell, not understanding what had happened.\n\nI looked up at the staggering Antaeus and saw what was going on. Instead of blood, the wounds that I inflicted were gushing out mud. Where I stabbed him, the wound pumped out what looked like the material they use to create vases and pottery.\n\nWithin seconds, muddy skin replaced where the fatal wounds should've been. The earth has undeniably healed him.\n\nI tried to say something but the pain prevented me from uttering anything. It didn't help the the dirt that I was laying on seemed to be holding onto my body, prohibiting me from moving.\n\nAntaeus stood over my body and said, \"There's no way you can beat me in my own territory. But, alas, Mother Gaia told me to spare you and I will.\"\n\nHe bent forward and laid my sword down by my hand. \"She said to remind you that:\n\nSons of Earth will never suffer strife,\n\nAs long as they stand on it, they will take your life.\"\n\nWith that Antaeus sunk slowly to the ground. Before his head disappeared he said, \"The Gods are with you, son of Zeus, but is that enough to complete your quest, I will not be too sure.\" Then, the Earth ate his head, too.\n\nMy vision began to become blurry, then my eyes closed altogether." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Antaeus is gone, you have lost" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I woke with a start. The first thing I realized was the darkness that enveloped my surroundings. When my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I was able to make out where I was.\n\nI was under a tree. A humongous tree. Sitting on its base, one would not be able to see the top of it. I figured the darkness comes from the tree by them blocking the sunlight.\n\nThe sky is blocked from my sight. For some reason, this made me feel terrified. It's like my power has also been hidden from me. I'm not sure how to explain it but under the black blanket of darkness above, I felt helpless and vulnerable.\n\nI collected my thoughts. How did I get here?\n\nIt was Antaeus, most likely. He knew I would have to face Typhon, who was birthed by the union of the Earth and Tartarus. Typhon was his brother.\n\nLooking around, I saw a dim light coming from the north. He sent me right where Cione should be. If I started now, I would probably reach the village in half a day journey. I have time in my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're hungry, hunt something to eat" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I unsheathed my sword, relieved by the familiar glow that seemed to make me feel a little better where I was. On all fours, I looked for tracks.\n\nI haven't taken ten steps from where I was and already found deer tracks. Thanking Chiron for my wilderness survival training, I began following the trail.\n\nAbout 40 paces eastward, I started to see my prey. There was a small herd of deer, here. I counted them and came out with five deers. Killing them all would suffice me for five meals.\n\nI analyzed the right way to go on with this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I woke with a start. The first thing I realized was the darkness that enveloped my surroundings. When my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I was able to make out where I was.\n\nI was under a tree. A humongous tree. Sitting on its base, one would not be able to see the top of it. I figured the darkness comes from the tree by them blocking the sunlight.\n\nThe sky is blocked from my sight. For some reason, this made me feel terrified. It's like my power has also been hidden from me. I'm not sure how to explain it but under the black blanket of darkness above, I felt helpless and vulnerable.\n\nI collected my thoughts. How did I get here?\n\nIt was Antaeus, most likely. He knew I would have to face Typhon, who was birthed by the union of the Earth and Tartarus. Typhon was his brother.\n\nLooking around, I saw a dim light coming from the north. He sent me right where Cione should be. If I started now, I would probably reach the village in half a day journey. I have time in my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Might be a little rusty, practice your sword fighting skills" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walked to the west, looking for the right place to practice my swordplay. There's no doubt I would need it in the upcoming battle against Typhon. I remembered all the stories about him.\n\nOn their first battle, my father, Zeus, was defeated by Typhon. This made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. How can I defeat something that even a God can't kill without difficulty.\n\nThe answer was clear, I have to become stronger than a God. And to do that, I need to receive more training. But, I don't have time for training again. I would have to make do with this small practice I'm going to have.\n\nI arrived at a big clearing that would surely provide enough space for me to train . . . everything. I could train my sword and my powers here.\n\nBoth would be really important for the upcoming fight, but I only have time for one so I have to choose carefully.\n\n[Don't get your panties in a bunch, it won't matter what you choose, you'd get the same results by choosing any of the two]" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You feel like you need to have better sword skills" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Within days of training, the forest had gotten a major change in its landscape. There was a huge clearing that has roughly a 50 feet diameter. Inside the big circle, trees have been cut down and light was allowed in abundance. I thought it was like the forest actually wanted to have the light.\n\nIn the middle of the clearing, there would be a boy drenched in sweat but still standing tall. I would be there feeling good about what I had done. I couldn't blame myself, the forest taunted me.\n\nFor hiding the sky from me, this is what it gets. Now, I could lie down on the ground, rest, and look at the sky for all eternity. Feeling good about myself, I still felt guilty of destroying a small of part of the forest.\n\nWood nymphs started running away in groups the moment the first 20 foot tall tree went down. But, if Typhon is really going to be destroying Mene, next, there's no question that he would destroy the whole forest. The forest should actually thank me, for what I've done and what I'm going to do.\n\nShaking myself off of exhaustion and sweat, I looked northwards. There's no doubt Typhon heard the disturbance in the forest. I wouldn't be surprised if he's planning an ambush for me right now. He would have to do better though, because my skills have certainly gotten a lot better as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You let's get to the action already" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The village has been destroyed.\n\nI made my way out of the forest and started looking for the village. It took me a moment to realize, that there is no more village. Cione laid in ruins at the feet of the biggest giant I have ever seen.\n\nThe stories were wrong, as far as I was concerned. This giant is more deadly, and more terrifying than from what they told.\n\nTyphon's dragon wings are gargantuan. I imagine a wingspan of about two miles. His body is surrounded by a huge tornado engulfing nearby ruined buildings and turning them to dust. I crane my neck all the way up to see his yellow-toothed grin and red glowing eyes looking straight at me. I probably looked like an ant from his view.\n\n\"After years of destroying hundreds of cities,\" he said with a voice that sounded like violent storm winds, \"Zeus sends a lowly mortal to fight me! YOU COWARD! FIGHT ME YOURSELF!\"\n\n\"MY FATHER DOESN'T NEED TO WASTE HIS TIME WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU!\" I yelled louder than I ever had. Still, I thought there was no way he could've heard me.\n\n\"Ah, so the demigod wants to fight with words first,\" he smiled, \"Well, I am Typhon, the legendary destroyer of Gods, a tiny human such as yourself will never stand a chance!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"Father, help me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I prayed for my father. \"Father, I need more power.\"\n\nI'm sorry, son, but the power you need can't just be given to you, he replied. You need to become a God, and to become a God you need a huge sacrifice.\n\nWithout thinking, I thought, \"I don't care! This is my life's purpose, to make a name for myself, and I won't get it if I get killed here.\"\n\nI didn't hear him again but the feeling of becoming a God was painful. It was like absorbing all the power in the world inside my human body. I knew that if I give in just a little bit to the power it would consume for good. Trying hard not to die, I concentrated on my Mother and Percix, the very people I've been trying hard to save.\n\nMere seconds seemed like days to me. Then, finally, it stopped. I searched through my memories, they are all still there. I'm still Gaius, but now I'm not Gaius anymore.\n\n\"MY NAME IS GAIUS, THE PRINCE OF THE HEAVENS AND VANQUISHER OF MY FATHER'S ENEMIES,\" I said with a really different, really powerful voice. I felt the power settling under my skin, my body just barely keeping from exploding from the inside. I concentrated on my power and in minutes I was surrounded by a powerful tornado, just about the same size as Typhon's.\n\n\"What is this?\" Typhon asked, I detected a little hint of fear that showed in his disgusting face, \"He turned you into one of them?\" Then, he burst out laughing.\n\nEarlier, the laughter would have scared me for the sheer volume of it. But now, it only made me concentrate a little harder. Typhon's laughing like there's no tomorrow, because there probably isn't, now's my chance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You charge him" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I braced myself, then jumped at the giant. The leap would've been impossible for a mortal but being a God made me different. The ground where I used to stand has been replaced by a small crater. I felt the winds propelling me towards Typhon; some might say it wasn't jump and that I was, in fact, flying.\n\nThe skies are now turning darker, much the same when I was ambushed by the giant bandits. Now, though, the sky glowed darkness. It was like the makings of a huge storm. I sensed tornadoes forming around both me and Typhon.\n\nTyphon, surprised by the sudden attack, stopped his laughter short. He didn't enough have time to react better and just tried to jab at my incoming figure. Time seemed to slow down as his fist closed in on my flying form." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You dodge the jab, then climb his hand" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The winds seemed to read my mind and sensed the slight hesitation that I got. They pushed me out of the way. Right when Typhon's fist should've hit me, I dodged and stabbed my sword through his hand.\n\nI held on my sword as hard as I can. Typhon swung his arm upward with me still on it. Then, using the upward force of his swing, I removed my sword from his hand. For a moment, my body flew upwards without me having to use my powers over the winds. I soared past Typhon's head.\n\nThen, with all my might, I willed the winds to push me straight down towards the giant's chest.\n\nI willed the winds to propel me faster and they obeyed. My tackle sent Typhon down. All this time, he was wide-eyed and his face were full of surprise and fury. It seemed he wasn't used to being thrown down and the sound when he hit the ground could've been heard back at Mene.\n\nStanding at his downed chest, I stabbed him with my sword. I left my sword inside his body and then ran towards his legs, creating a wound that opened up his whole torso.\n\nTyphon yelled for pain that he didn't expect to receive from out fight. Ichor, the golden blood of immortals, were gushing out from the wound.\n\nI hopped off his body and studied the carnage. Now, Antaeus's words made more sense.\n\nTyphon's body seemed to be absorbing the ground. The dirt is being sucked up where Typhon touched the ground. Suddenly, Ichor stopped flowing from his wounds and was replaced by mud. I'm witnessing a scene that happened not weeks ago, when I fought Antaeus.\n\nWithin seconds, the huge wound that I created was replaced by muddy skin. I racked my brain for Antaeus's words.\nSons of Earth will never . . . strife,\n\nAs . . . they stand on it, they will take . . . life.\"\n\nAn idea started tickling me inside my head. As long as they stand on it, hmm. . . Looks like we need to change our fight's venue.\n\n\"Giant with wings? I've never seen a giant with wings before,\" I yelled to Typhon, who was already getting back to his feet, \"Did your mother gave you that so you can run away from me?\"\n\"They're made to catch heroes who are running away,\" Typhon said with a sinister voice, \"The thing that you should be doing right about now.\"\n\nI pretended to whimper and said, \"I disagree, I think you can't catch me!\" With that, I jumped off the ground and head straight to the heavens. As gullible as I thought he would be, Typhon, with his massive wings, followed closely." } ]

[ "Contest Entry", "Horror", "Post-Apocalyptic", "Science Fiction", "Zombie" ]

[ 46, 42, 71, 57, 35, 20, 12, 27 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genre: sci-fi\nTheme: Contest Entry, Horror, Post-Apocalyptic, Science Fiction, Zombie\nDescription: There is a sequence of runes which can lead you to alternate dimensions. There is a scientist posing as a teacher who has figured out how to manipulate these runes. There is you, who is somehow getting mixed up in all of this.\nMode: Interactive Storyteller" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are a Junior at Blossom Dale High School. Your name is Charles.\n\nToday at lunch Christie handed you a note, pressed her finger to her lips and gave you a wink. \"After school. Room 413 in the abandoned hallway. Come alone. Tell no one,\" it read. You looked up at her confused but she shook her head and refused to talk about it.\n\nYou look down at the note and up at the dark hall. The floor is barricaded by six large trashcans but you easily push one out of the way and move past it, pushing it back into place behind you. This hallway hasn't been in use for at least a decade; but it was more than abandoned, it was also off-limits. It would be big trouble if you were caught trespassing in this area.\n\nYou give a careful look back over your shoulder and move down the hall, keeping an eye on the numbers painted above the doors. 407, 409, 411, 413. You stand briefly in front of the door. There are no lights on inside. Tentatively you reach for the handle and push open the door.\n\nThe room is being used to store old desks and chairs, there are several stacks of desks and chairs throughout the room. There are five people in the room, standing around or sitting on desks and chairs. They are four students and a teacher, the students are an enemy, a friend and a couple who are neither; all are surprised to see you. You smile nervously, arching your eyebrows up and giving an uncomfortable sort of wave.\n\nThere's something palpably creepy in the air, a sense that you are intruding on something very secretive. No one speaks for a long while, just staring at you as though willing you to turn around and leave.\n\n\"Close the door,\" the teacher, Dr. Verruckt says with a quiet urgency; breaking the silence. He is a thin older brunette man in his mid-forties with a receding hairline and a thinly shaved beard. \"Quickly now,\" he says. \"And quietly.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You close the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You give Dr. Verrukt a nod and make your way swiftly back to the door, closing it as quietly as you can manage. You turn back around to see everyone still staring at you, still unsure what to make of your presence.\n\n\"Hello,\" you say; taking your first real look around at the other occupants within. James is here, the linebacker for the Blossom Dale Knights; holding an aluminum baseball bat in his hands. You aren't exactly friends. There's Mike, a video game nerd you sometimes talk to; Frank, dressed perpetually in camouflage playing with a knife; and Destiny, beautiful breathtaking Destiny leaning against the wall and refusing to meet your eyes. It's like she'd rather be anywhere else but here.\n\n\"What the hell are you doing here?\" Dr. Verrukt asked in a small intense tone.\n\n\"I...\" you begin, looking around; \"I don't actually know.\"\n\n\"You stumbled in here,\" Dr. Verrukt began hesitantly; \"into this specific room in the off-limits hall... By pure chance?\"\n\n\"No,\" you say. \"I mean... What is this? What are you doing in here?\"\n\nJames uncrosses his thick arms and takes a few steps forward. \"You don't get to ask questions, Chuck,\" he says. Then he points his finger into your chest. \"What the fuck are you doing here?\"\n\n\"Calm down, James;\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason for his presence.\"\n\nJust then the door opens behind you and Christie steps in. \"Sorry I'm late,\" she says; ignoring the tension in the air. \"Oh good Charlie,\" she says to you; \"You made it.\"\n\n\"You invited him?!\" Dr. Verrukt asks, his arms flailing.\n\nChristie looks a little shaken. She takes a deep breath and nods. \"You said we needed more people,\" she explains slowly.\n\n\"I also said it was to remain a secret! The fact that you this young man knows about it at all makes it a poorly kept secret.\" Verrukt says, letting out wild growl of frustration. The room is quiet for a moment. The man takes a few deep breaths through his nose then speaks considerably more calmly. \"What you say is true,\" he admits. \"I did say we needed more people. I accept that I may not have been clear enough.\" He looks around at everyone in the room. \"When I said we need more people, I did NOT mean 'bring your friends'.\"Christie looks completely crestfallen, her face quite pale. James has his square jaw firmly clenched as he shakes his head and glowers at you. You look back to the doctor.\n\n\"This infraction will be excused because I did not technically forbid it. If ever you are unsure of something, check with me first. Is this understood?\" Verrukt looks pointedly at your friend and Christie nods. \"Very well then.\"\n\n\"Of all the idiots you could bring, Christie; you pick this fool?!\" James says, pointing his finger at you at you.\n\n\"Hey,\" you say.\n\n\"Enough,\" Dr. Verrukt says, stroking at the thin beard on his chin. \"We do need more people,\" he says. \"It is true that I have said as much. I was hoping to speak to them first, give them an interview of sorts; but I suppose what's done is done with this one. Christie, are you certain that this boy is trustworthy?\"\n\nChristie nods. \"I am sir, yes. I have known Charlie since we were both very young. He's a good guy and he can keep a secret.\"\n\n\"I appreciate your words,\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"James, you seem to be familiar with this young man as well. What is your opinion of him?\"\n\n\"I think he's a fucking asshole,\" James says.\n\nDr. Verrukt nods. \"I will confess that I do not personally know this young man. Can anyone else vouch for him?\"\n\nThere is silence from the rest of them for a few moments.\n\n\"I know him,\" Mike says. He clears his throat. \"He's alright. I trust him.\"\n\nDr. Verrukt nods. \"Anyone else?\" You don't expect Frank or Destiny to vouch for you; you've never really talked much to Frank and Destiny doesn't seem to even know you exist. She's so hot, you think; glancing over at her.\n\n\"Very well,\" Dr. Verrukt says; \"That will have to be good enough. Joseph, is it?\"\n\n\"It's Charles, actually;\" you say.\n\n\"There's not much we can do,\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"He's here now. We may as well include him.\"\n\n\"Bullshit,\" James says. \"This guy? Dr. Verrukt you can't be serious!\"\n\n\"What do you propose then, James?\"\n\n\"I propose we tell him to forget about this place and kick him the hell out of here,\" James says.\n\nDestiny leans forward off the wall. \"Why don't you let him decide?\" She says casually. James and Dr. Verrukt look at each other and then at you.\n\n\"Well?\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"You may leave if you wish, provided you tell no one about our meeting... Or you can join us and break new scientific ground.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something didn't feel right about that room. There's no way you're going back in there. You figure you'll talk to Christie about it tomorrow. She'll understand. You've been friends for a long time.\n\nYou push a trash can out of the way and step out of the darkness. Mr. Lewis, one of the janitors, was sweeping the hall. \"School's closed, kid;\" he said. \"What are you doing here?\"\n\n\"I uh,\" you begin, your voice cracking. \"I forgot my homework.\"\n\nHe laughs. \"Good thing you came back before we locked up.\"\n\nYou give a little nervous laugh and head in the direction of your locker; walking right past it and out the door.\n\nYou live two blocks from school and the walk is uneventful. Your neighbors dog barks at you as you through the window as you step up onto your porch. You grab an apple from the kitchen and soon you are lost in your algebra work. You finish up your homework and do the dishes. You are such a dutiful son.\n\nYour mom comes home from work as you're settling into the couch and a Gilligan's Island rerun. She asks about your day and you give non-committal responses. She kisses you on your forehead like you're still a kid and walks into the kitchen.\n\nThere's a knock at the door that startles you from your work. Your mom answers it. \"Oh Christie,\" she says; \"Come on in honey.\" You glance over to see your friend leap through the air and tackle your mother to the ground.\n\nYou stand up in surprise as your mother screams in panic. Your friend is atop your mother, her mouth clamped around your mothers throat. Your mom looks over at you, tears glistening in her wide terror-filled eyes. \"Run,\" she says in a whimper as Christie tears her throat out and spits it to the ground.\n\nChristie looks up at you, your eyes meet for just a moment. Her face from cheek bones to jaw is covered in blood. She smiles a crimson smile, madness in her eyes; and drinks from the artery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You Fight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jesus Christ, Christie!\" You scream, throwing your remote at her and reaching for the poker beside the fireplace. You move in on her and she rises slowly to your feet with her crimson smile.\n\n\"So soon, Charlie?\" She asks. \"I'm not finished eating yet.\"\n\n\"What the fuck, Christie?!\" You scream; holding the poker up like a baseball bat. \"Look I'm sorry I didn't stay at the fucking cult meeting but... Fuck! You didn't have to kill me mom!\"\n\nShe laughs a twisted laugh. And starts walking over to you. \"You should have talked your friend into leaving with you,\" she tells you. \"She's still be alive if it weren't for you. Your mother would still be alive too.\"\n\nYou strike at her with the poker but she absorbs the blow with her forearm. You strike again and again she turns it around.\n\n\"If you'd talked Christie into leaving with you,\" she says; \"You wouldn't have to die.\"\n\nShe lunges forward with her mouth agape. Despite the blinding speed of her movement you are somehow able to step aside and smack her in the jaw with the iron poker; knocking her a few steps aside.\n\n\"Why do any of us have to die?\" You ask, your voice breaking.\n\n\"Because we hunger.\" She leaps at you and though you are able to crack her in the head with another blow of your fire poker; the weight atop you is more than you are able to bear. You fall on your back and she lunges again at your throat. You put the iron poker between you and keep her at bay as though bench pressing her.\n\n\"Struggle more,\" she says with a smile; blood dripping from her mouth onto your face. \"The blood is sweeter when it's hot.\"\n\nYou push her off of you and try to get to your feet but she is somehow up before you. She kicks you in the gut over and over again as you feel your insides bruising and tearing. Soon you can take no more and fall to your side. She kicks you over onto your back and smiles down at you.\n\n\"Good night, Charlie,\" she says in Christie's voice.\n\nThen she tears your throat out and drinks from your throat until everything goes dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something didn't feel right about that room. There's no way you're going back in there. You figure you'll talk to Christie about it tomorrow. She'll understand. You've been friends for a long time.\n\nYou push a trash can out of the way and step out of the darkness. Mr. Lewis, one of the janitors, was sweeping the hall. \"School's closed, kid;\" he said. \"What are you doing here?\"\n\n\"I uh,\" you begin, your voice cracking. \"I forgot my homework.\"\n\nHe laughs. \"Good thing you came back before we locked up.\"\n\nYou give a little nervous laugh and head in the direction of your locker; walking right past it and out the door.\n\nYou live two blocks from school and the walk is uneventful. Your neighbors dog barks at you as you through the window as you step up onto your porch. You grab an apple from the kitchen and soon you are lost in your algebra work. You finish up your homework and do the dishes. You are such a dutiful son.\n\nYour mom comes home from work as you're settling into the couch and a Gilligan's Island rerun. She asks about your day and you give non-committal responses. She kisses you on your forehead like you're still a kid and walks into the kitchen.\n\nThere's a knock at the door that startles you from your work. Your mom answers it. \"Oh Christie,\" she says; \"Come on in honey.\" You glance over to see your friend leap through the air and tackle your mother to the ground.\n\nYou stand up in surprise as your mother screams in panic. Your friend is atop your mother, her mouth clamped around your mothers throat. Your mom looks over at you, tears glistening in her wide terror-filled eyes. \"Run,\" she says in a whimper as Christie tears her throat out and spits it to the ground.\n\nChristie looks up at you, your eyes meet for just a moment. Her face from cheek bones to jaw is covered in blood. She smiles a crimson smile, madness in her eyes; and drinks from the artery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Flight" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Holy shit,\" You mutter. You slip quietly out the back door while Christie drains the life from your mother. She would have wanted you to survive. That's what you try to tell yourself anyway, all the while knowing your selfishness for what it is. You left her behind. She was dying anyway though, right? There was no chance of saving her. She died in terror while you slipped out the back door.\n\nYou don't even notice the tears running down your cheeks until the wind stings at it. The neighbors' dog barks at you from the other side of the fence. You are almost to the woods behind your house when you hear a noise behind you. You look back to see Christie staring at you from the porch. Her clothes were drenched with your mother's blood. The neighbor dog lets out a whine and backs away in fear.\n\n\"Where are you going, Charlie?\" She asks in a voice not her own.\n\n\"Fuck the path,\" you say, breaking into a run for the tree line. You are in the woods, moving through vines and bushes and wildflowers, all the while aware that Christie is behind you somewhere... gaining on you.\n\nA heavy weight slams into your back and you are forced to the ground. \"Thanks for running,\" she whispers into your ear. \"I like it you people run.\"\n\nYou try to crawl away from under her but she flips you over effortlessly and climbs atop you. She laughs and tears your throat out, spitting it aside. You are vaguely aware of the pain, focusing instead on other things. Like how cold it's getting, how dim the lights are going, how quiet the world is becoming. Soon you slip into a nothingness that consumes you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You give Dr. Verrukt a nod and make your way swiftly back to the door, closing it as quietly as you can manage. You turn back around to see everyone still staring at you, still unsure what to make of your presence.\n\n\"Hello,\" you say; taking your first real look around at the other occupants within. James is here, the linebacker for the Blossom Dale Knights; holding an aluminum baseball bat in his hands. You aren't exactly friends. There's Mike, a video game nerd you sometimes talk to; Frank, dressed perpetually in camouflage playing with a knife; and Destiny, beautiful breathtaking Destiny leaning against the wall and refusing to meet your eyes. It's like she'd rather be anywhere else but here.\n\n\"What the hell are you doing here?\" Dr. Verrukt asked in a small intense tone.\n\n\"I...\" you begin, looking around; \"I don't actually know.\"\n\n\"You stumbled in here,\" Dr. Verrukt began hesitantly; \"into this specific room in the off-limits hall... By pure chance?\"\n\n\"No,\" you say. \"I mean... What is this? What are you doing in here?\"\n\nJames uncrosses his thick arms and takes a few steps forward. \"You don't get to ask questions, Chuck,\" he says. Then he points his finger into your chest. \"What the fuck are you doing here?\"\n\n\"Calm down, James;\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason for his presence.\"\n\nJust then the door opens behind you and Christie steps in. \"Sorry I'm late,\" she says; ignoring the tension in the air. \"Oh good Charlie,\" she says to you; \"You made it.\"\n\n\"You invited him?!\" Dr. Verrukt asks, his arms flailing.\n\nChristie looks a little shaken. She takes a deep breath and nods. \"You said we needed more people,\" she explains slowly.\n\n\"I also said it was to remain a secret! The fact that you this young man knows about it at all makes it a poorly kept secret.\" Verrukt says, letting out wild growl of frustration. The room is quiet for a moment. The man takes a few deep breaths through his nose then speaks considerably more calmly. \"What you say is true,\" he admits. \"I did say we needed more people. I accept that I may not have been clear enough.\" He looks around at everyone in the room. \"When I said we need more people, I did NOT mean 'bring your friends'.\"Christie looks completely crestfallen, her face quite pale. James has his square jaw firmly clenched as he shakes his head and glowers at you. You look back to the doctor.\n\n\"This infraction will be excused because I did not technically forbid it. If ever you are unsure of something, check with me first. Is this understood?\" Verrukt looks pointedly at your friend and Christie nods. \"Very well then.\"\n\n\"Of all the idiots you could bring, Christie; you pick this fool?!\" James says, pointing his finger at you at you.\n\n\"Hey,\" you say.\n\n\"Enough,\" Dr. Verrukt says, stroking at the thin beard on his chin. \"We do need more people,\" he says. \"It is true that I have said as much. I was hoping to speak to them first, give them an interview of sorts; but I suppose what's done is done with this one. Christie, are you certain that this boy is trustworthy?\"\n\nChristie nods. \"I am sir, yes. I have known Charlie since we were both very young. He's a good guy and he can keep a secret.\"\n\n\"I appreciate your words,\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"James, you seem to be familiar with this young man as well. What is your opinion of him?\"\n\n\"I think he's a fucking asshole,\" James says.\n\nDr. Verrukt nods. \"I will confess that I do not personally know this young man. Can anyone else vouch for him?\"\n\nThere is silence from the rest of them for a few moments.\n\n\"I know him,\" Mike says. He clears his throat. \"He's alright. I trust him.\"\n\nDr. Verrukt nods. \"Anyone else?\" You don't expect Frank or Destiny to vouch for you; you've never really talked much to Frank and Destiny doesn't seem to even know you exist. She's so hot, you think; glancing over at her.\n\n\"Very well,\" Dr. Verrukt says; \"That will have to be good enough. Joseph, is it?\"\n\n\"It's Charles, actually;\" you say.\n\n\"There's not much we can do,\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"He's here now. We may as well include him.\"\n\n\"Bullshit,\" James says. \"This guy? Dr. Verrukt you can't be serious!\"\n\n\"What do you propose then, James?\"\n\n\"I propose we tell him to forget about this place and kick him the hell out of here,\" James says.\n\nDestiny leans forward off the wall. \"Why don't you let him decide?\" She says casually. James and Dr. Verrukt look at each other and then at you.\n\n\"Well?\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"You may leave if you wish, provided you tell no one about our meeting... Or you can join us and break new scientific ground.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You join them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Welcome to the team then, Joseph. Allow me to explain what it is that we are doing here...\" He puts his hand over his chin, his long index finger reaching up to tap at the tip of his nose.\n\n\"Are you familiar with the Multiverse theory?\" You stare blankly back at him. \"What about multiple dimensions?\" You kind of squint a little and half shrug. He frowns. \"What if I told you there are an infinite number of alternate realities and universes?\" You raise your eyebrows a little, still unsure of what he's going on about.\n\nYour eyes wonder as he paces back and forth, excitedly explaining theories and concepts beyond your ability to understand. James is glowering at you; Destiny is filing her nails; and Mike and Christie are listening intently to the older man. You frown a little and focus your attention back on Dr. Verrukt.\n\n\"What I and my assistant discovered was that by using calcium carbonate to draw the correct runes; a door can be opened. It is a one-way door, but it is a door none the less. To return to our universe you must use the correct sequence of runes. My first assistant experimented without me and never returned. I assume he could not mark the correct runes to return home. This was years ago. He is assumed lost or dead.\"\n\n\"Stay with us so that you too can return home,\" he says with a smile. He walks over to an old slate board and draws an archway in white upon it. \"Before I open this portal though, there are a few things you must know.\" He looks you in the eyes very seriously, his left eye drifting ever so slightly off focus. \"If at all possible try not to make contact with anyone we meet. Be vague about who you are and if you should happen to run into yourself, absolutely do NOT make contact.\"\n\n\"I still don't understand,\" you say.\n\n\"You will,\" Mike says. \"Just stay close and observe.\"\n\nYou look over at Christie. She gives you a big grin and a thumbs up.\n\n\"Alright,\" you say.\n\n\"Good,\" Dr. Verrukt says. \"Now,\" he begins drawing a complex pattern of runs across the top arch of the portal. He talks as he draws the symbols in a very precise pattern. \"This series of symbols will take us to a mirror universe that is in some way somewhat different from our own. Observe,\" he tells you, drawing one final symbol. Suddenly the chalk drawn archway shimmers wind over water. It seems to change from a chalk board into mirror right before your eyes. On the other side is an exact reflection of the room you are all standing in with one notable exception... None of you are there. It's just the tables, desks, dust, and chairs.\n\n\"Whaaaaaaat...\" You say.\n\n\"This is a portal, Joseph;\" he says.\n\n\"Charles,\" you correct.\n\n\"On the other side is a world very much like our own but with one or more fundamental differences. There are countless other worlds out there, all you need is calcium carbonate and a large enough surface... And the dimensional address, of course. We've visited worlds where the Vikings conquered the Americas, where sciences were quite advanced or well behind...\"\n\nFrank nods. \"We visited this one place where everybody had little pet bears.\n\nDr. Verrukt nods in agreement. \"In the history of man in that world, they had tamed and domesticated the bear rather than the wolf. We've also been to worlds where saying the wrong word can get you killed. That's why it's important to do everything with a great deal of caution.\"\n\nWith that he wanders over to the board and studies the room on the other side of the portal. \"It looks safe enough,\" he says. \"Let's check it out, shall we?\" He asks. He does a quick head-count. There are seven of us then...\"\n\nHe chalks seven rough circles over the portal and smiles back at the rest of you. \"Step right up,\" he says with an awkward flourish. He steps over the wall and into the chalk board portal, stepping easily into the room on the other side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You step Inside" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once Dr. Verrukt has stepped through the chalkboard portal you note that one of the circle's he'd drawn moments before disappeared. Frank steps through next and you watch as another circle disappears. James goes next followed by Destiny and then Christie; leaving you and Mike behind.\n\n\"Thanks for vouching for me,\" you tell him.\n\nHe sort of shrugs it off and waves it away. \"Hey whatever,\" he says. \"All I did was speak the truth. Now come on, let's check this world out.\" Without another word Mike steps through the portal leaving you alone behind them with a single circle remaining over the portal.\n\nYou take a deep breath and step through. As you step into the portal you find that you feel more like you are stepping out of a chalkboard than stepping into a new world. As soon as you step through Dr. Verrukt draws a portal on the blank chalkboard you stepped out of. Above it he carefully draws a series of runes slightly different than the ones he'd drawn to create the original portal.\n\n\"This is the way home,\" Dr. Verrukt said. \"If for any reason we are separated and you need to return home simply draw a circle above the archway and step through. The quality of your circle does not truly matter; you could draw a square or triangle just the same. All that matters is that your circle is closed.\"\n\n\"Why can't you just draw the circles now?\" you ask.\n\nDr. Verrukt looks at you very seriously. \"Because anyone can step through that portal if a circle is drawn.\" He turns to the others and tells them to partner up in groups of three.\n\nJames is with Destiny and Christie, he has his aluminum bat over his shoulder, Destiny holds a taser in her hand, and Christie carries a crowbar. Frank teams up with Dr. Verrukt and Mike, only Frank with his knives appears to be properly armed; Mike has a walking stick and the doctor carries some kind of device that looks like little more than a glorified cell phone.\n\n\"What about me?\" You ask.\n\n\"Join up with whoever you want,\" Dr. Verrukt tells you. \"Just follow their lead and do as they say.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" you say. \"But I don't have a weapon.\"\n\n\"Not very prepared are you genius?\" James mutters.\n\n\"Here,\" Frank says; handing you a fold-out pocket knife.\n\n\"Thanks,\" you mutter. You take a moment to look at the groups before making a decision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You join Destiny, Christie, and James" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You glance between your friend and your crush and decide that it's worth tolerating James to be in their presence.\n\n\"Great,\" James says. \"Me and three girls.\"\n\nDestiny ignores him, reaches for the door and says \"Come on.\"\n\nThe three of you begin walking down the hall toward the trash barricade and make your way around it. Everything is covered in dust, the halls are littered with papers and notebooks and other school related items. The place is so quiet that your footsteps sound like they should echo.\n\n\"Where did everyone go?\" Destiny asks in a hushed tone. \"It's so quiet.\"\n\nThe four of you continue to walk slowly down the hall. Christie opens the door to one of the classrooms only to find it empty of desk and chair; littered with papers and textbooks. Even the teachers desk is gone.\n\n\"This is eerie,\" Destiny comments.\n\n\"Listen, there are four of us,\" James points out; \"We can split up and cover more ground in groups of two.\"\n\n\"Good point,\" Christie says. Destiny nods along as well.\n\n\"Charlie,\" Destiny says. \"You're the new guy. Pick someone to team up with.\"\n\nYou look between them.\n\nJames, your nemesis; but also probably the one best able to protect you if something crazy happens.\n\nDestiny, your dream girl; any opportunity to spend some alone time with her would be worth it.\n\nChristie, your friend; the one in the group that you know the most about and would probably work the best with.\n\nSo. Who will it be?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "James" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" James asks.\n\n\"I said I'm sticking with you,\" you tell him.\n\nDestiny shrugs. \"Cool,\" she says; \"Let's go check out the pool.\" She and Christie head for the double doors that lead to the swimming pool, leaving you alone with James in the empty hall. He doesn't look particularly pleased with you.\n\n\"Why in the hell would you pick me?\" He asks. \"I don't like you. You know that, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" you say, looking at the floor. James shakes his head and the two of you move down the hall. He opens another classroom door to find it in a state of disarray, much like the classrooms you've seen already.\n\n\"I could be alone with either of those girls right now,\" he says aloud, frustration evident in his voice. He glares at you, closing the door behind him; then makes his way further up the hall until you reach another classroom. He opens the door to find it in the same condition as the others. \"I'm pretty sure Destiny is down for some action,\" he says, then as an after thought he says \"with me.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I get it,\" you say.\n\n\"I don't think you do,\" James says, standing very close to you and jabbing his index finger into your chest. \"I'm talking about sex with Destiny. Fucking smoking hot Destiny. And me. Sexing it up.\"\n\nYou nod.\n\n\"Hell, you could have picked her though; that would have been alright. I could have put the moves on Christie. I've caught her checking me out a few times, that would have been okay with me. She's cute,\" he tells you. \"But no, I'm stuck with you. For fucks sake!\"\n\nHe closes the door behind him and bypasses the next few classrooms, moving instead toward the exit at the end of the hall. The door there is barricaded shut from the outside where a bunch of chairs and desks are piled up against it.\n\n\"That explains the classrooms,\" James says.\n\n\"Yeah, but it answers it with more questions,\" you respond.\n\nJames nods at this, for once no agitated quip to shoot your way. He looks around trying to figure out what's going on. You are at the corner of two halls, the exit door at the turn. He turns slowly around, shaking his head all the while.\n\n\"Wait a minute,\" James says. \"Are you gay, dude?\"\n\n\"What?\" You ask.\n\n\"You are, aren't you?\"\n\n\"No, I-\"\n\n\"Listen, it's okay;\" he tells you, resting a hand on your shoulder. \"I'm not judging you. It explains why you chose to hang with me instead of one of the babes though.\"\n\n\"I'm not gay,\" you tell him.\n\n\"Whatever,\" he says. \"Just walk in front of me from now on, alright?\"\n\nYou let out a growl of frustration and make the turn to the other hall, leading the way past empty classroom after empty classroom. Occasionally you stop to check out a room; finding the same sort of mess each time. Each room is bereft of chairs and desks and littered with trash.\n\n\"Every room is the same,\" you mutter.\n\n\"Yeah,\" James says. \"This would be way less boring if I were making out with one of the girls. God, you're such a douche.\"\n\n\"A douche is a sanitary product,\" you reply; \"So I will take that as a compliment.\" There is a moment of extreme-silence after you say this before James bursts out laughing. It is a deep rumbling belly laugh and he reaches for the wall to maintain his balance.\n\nThe moment is interrupted by a shout that echoes through the halls toward you. \"-to the portal!\" you hear.\n\n\"Shit,\" James says, his face serious. \"Come on, we need to get back.\" He jogs out of the room, back up the hall to the barricaded door, and breaks into a full run toward the trash-can line. You do your best to catch up but his long legs quickly put some distance between the two of you.\n\nAs he reaches the line of trash cans you see Frank, Mike, and Dr. Verrukt rounding the bend ahead at an all-out run. Behind them, a strange dough-colored figure chases them. Beside you the door to the pool opens and Christie steps out, nearly barreling into you. Her eyes are wide with fear, her face covered in a sheen of sweat.\n\n\"Where's Destiny?\" You ask.\n\n\"Run,\" she says in a chilling whisper. A moment later she is past you.\n\nThe doors to the pool open once more and you see Destiny step out. She is covered in blood from her mouth to her chest. She smiles at you, the dark stain of blood on her teeth. \"Hello, Charlie;\" she says in a voice not quite her own.\n\nThe hairs on the back of your neck stand and a chill runs through you. You look down the hall where Christie is reaching the abandoned hall, the others right behind her. You look back at Destiny, who is stepping closer. A sort of whimper escapes your mouth and you break into a run.\n\nYou can tell you're not moving fast enough by the looks on Frank and Mike's faces. A weight slams into your back and drives you face down to the floor, your cheek squeaking against the linoleum. You look up to see Mike and Dr. Verrukt escaping down the hall. Frank, on the other hand; runs toward you.\n\n\"Get off him, you bitch!\" Frank says when he is upon you, kicking at the woman on your back. You feel the weight roll off of you and you slide to your feet.\n\nDestiny smiles up at him. \"You're feisty,\" she says; \"I will enjoy devouring you.\"\n\nFrank steps forward, dropping to his knees; and stabs her in the eye with his knife, burying the blade to the heel. It has no affect. She smiles at him and grabs him about the shoulder, pulling him toward her.\n\n\"What the fuck?\" he swears. Suddenly she lunges her head forward, her teeth clamping around his throat. His eyes go wide for a moment and meet yours, then they go dead as she bites in; tearing his throat out and spitting it aside. She buries her face in the gore of it and you take this opportunity to try and stand up and scurry away.\n\nA hand reaches out and grabs at your ankle; the grip is like iron. She pulls you down and drags you toward her. Sweet beautiful Destiny all covered in gore with a look of pure malice in her eyes. \"Don't run away, Charlie;\" she says with a horrifying giggle. \"My friend will want to see you.\"\n\nShe hold you in place while you stare at the empty hall and watch as the strange dough-like figure in the distance draws near. It is a featureless pale creature like a play-dough man. It moves agonizingly slowly. You are praying for death by the time it reaches you. Your death does not come quick.\n\nThe creature reaches out with one its fingerless appendages and strokes briefly at the side of your face. Then, as the doughy appendage reaches your temple, you feel it latch on. You feel your surface thoughts leave you, then some buried memories rise up and exit. You can feel thoughts and memories being sucked into the appendage, leaving your mind forever like something forgotten. One by one your knowledge escapes you, sucking into the creature and as you stare at it you note that the features begin to manifest. Soon it is like looking into a mirror, and then you are not sure who exactly is staring back at you.\n\nYour senses dim as a certain coldness settles over you.\n\nAnd then there is nothing." } ]

[ "Humor", "Socially Important", "War", "Zombie" ]

[ 44, 41, 63, 54, 25, 9, 8, 8 ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Genres: horror\nThe topics of the story revolve around: Humor, War, Zombie\nUse this as a starting point: ** UPDATE, MAY 2014 **\nI'm currently writing the full-length novel that this story inspired. So far, I'm almost 200 pages, as of this writing, and have not even scratched the surface. Look for it sometime next year!\nPLOT\nThis is an epic, futuristic story about a hostile take-over of the entire world by an enigmatic organization known as Orion. It has everything from planetary colonization to World War III to the zombie apocalypse.\nThe year is 2035. The world economies have fallen into shambles. Wars are taking place all over. Poverty, crime, and anarchy run rampant. There seems to be no hope. Until a political think-tank emerges, promising to restore order and prosperity in the form of a consolidated world government...\nYou'll see that things quickly spiral out of control due to the zombies, though. The war is only slightly touched upon compared to the zombies, but is still relevant to the choices you make. There are several legitimate endings, but not all of them are very happy endings.\nPlease let me know what you think. This is my first story. I hope you enjoy!\nYou are a storyteller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "April 24, 2035 - 5:57pm - Your apartment in Pittsburgh\n\n*** You are Joe, a 27 year-old blonde dude. You have an older brother, William, who is serving in the military right now. His wife Amber is a middle-aged blonde doctor in Pittsburgh. ***\n\nEverything went to shit a long time ago, but people are just now realizing it, you think to yourself as you debate whether or not to go out with friends. It's a Friday night, and your usual gang is over at Robbie's, probably already getting drunk and stoned.\n\nThe evening news will be starting soon, however. You've been doing a decent job at keeping up with current events.\n\nHere's what you know so far:\n\nThere is no government, the economy has pretty much collapsed, and unemployment is the new epidemic to go along with crime and poverty. You actually lost your job at the steel mill recently due to circumstances out of your control. The state of affairs is a lot like those old dystopian films like Soylent Green or The Running Man.\n\nThe only thing keeping some people from blowing their brains out are these radio and TV programs ran by an organization calling itself Orion. You guess they could be related to FDR's fireside chats you've read about in old history books as a kid (that was before educational funding was abolished). Every evening, some dipshit comes on the air and tells the world that everything will be okay, and that all we need to do is trust in Orion and they will fix everything.\n\n6:26pm. The news is over. Same old shit. Some prostitute went fucking insane and shot up an entire stairwell full of sleeping homeless people in downtown Pittsburgh. DOW is down a record 1100 points. For the third time in a row, the Olympics are canceled.\n\nOn now, is Orion's fireside chat. They might be able to lift your spirits. But the guys at Robbie's are waiting, and you really need to get fucked up in light of your job loss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You watch Orion's telecast" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to stay home and (hopefully) gain some enlightenment from this bullshit telecast.\n\n\"We now have a solid plan worked out,\" the Orion representative says, \"We have already begun construction of eco-domes over every major city in the world to keep out the effects of pollution and global warming. We have deployed elite military squadrons all over the world in a state of temporary martial law. Crime has dropped significantly in these areas. Poverty has also been nearly abolished by our careful efforts. Please do not panic if you have not yet witnessed these exciting reformations in your area. I assure you we are tirelessly working around the clock with maximum effort and motivation. If you live in one of the following metropolitan areas, you are part of the next Chalk, Chalk 7. Orion will be saving you very soon.\"\n\nThe dude starts listing cities and major towns all over the world, one after another, for several minutes, then concludes with a typical fortune cookie expression of hope.\n\nAmong the cities named was Pittsburgh...\n\nYou are glad you watched that shit, though you are unsure of whether or not you can trust Orion. Do they really have everyone's best intentions in mind? What gives them the power to do all of this philanthropy?\n\nOh well, you think. Guess we'll have to wait and find out. It's not like things could get worse...\n\nRight?\n\nAfter a quiet, uneventful evening to yourself, you hit the sack and surprisingly dream of a better tomorrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Next Day" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to sleep in, since you don't have shit to do today. It's Saturday after all.\n\nYou wonder whether or not you should try to find a new job. You don't own a computer and the newspaper stopped coming years ago, so you'd have to go downtown. You could definitely use the money, even if it's a shitty job, but rent is rent and it's almost the end of the month.\n\nThen again, what's available? If you couldn't even stay at a steel mill, how are you supposed to find any other work?\n\nYour thoughts are interrupted by a rumbling outside. You go to the window and look down.\n\nA military convoy and countless troops is rolling through the street. It's Orion - martial law is in effect.\n\nHope has come to Pittsburgh!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two Years Later..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "April 5, 2037 - 9:35pm - Your new fung shway Orion living quarters\n\nFor the past 2 years, you have been living in a beautiful apartment complex built by Orion. You got your old job back at the steel mill, which has been rebuilt - it is now much cleaner, safer, and you actually enjoy working there.\n\nThe air in the city is also much cleaner and the temperature stays at a constant 75 degrees, no matter what season. That's because Orion has built an eco-dome over Pittsburgh, which filters out pollutants and regulates the temperature. It's like living in a giant fucking Astrodome of plexiglass, so you still get the sunshine. And like Orion promised, poverty, crime, unemployment, and all the other shit from before has been pretty much abolished.\n\nThe present times are wonderful. Some would say Pittsburgh is like a utopia now. You guess the same could be said all over the world. Orion has gone completely global and they are now the world's government and military. We still have our own military, however, but Orion is obviously considered an ally.\n\nRobbie is now your roommate. He's a pale and scrawny little bastard with a buzz cut, but you get along. Once in a while, his hot brunette hipster girlfriend he doesn't deserve comes over.\n\nTonight is Friday night and she is there along with the usual gang: Adrian, the big friendly (and black) giant, and Turk and his fairly cute redhead girlfriend, Tiffany. Turk's a little heavy set and wears coke bottle glasses, but has the coolest fro for a white dude you've ever seen.\n\nJust as you're about to light a bowl of chronic, the door is kicked in. In storms a squad of Orion soldiers. Without hesitation, they grab Adrian, Leslie, and Tiffany and storm back out with them. You, Robbie, and Turk are stunned and wonder why they didn't take you.\n\nYou feel you should act to save them, but with no weapons, it would be difficult. You knew you should have bought a gun when you had the chance! Then again, there are 3 of you. You might have enough manpower to take down 1 or 2 of the bastards with your bare hands.\n\n\"They took my fucking girl!\" yells Robbie.\n\n\"Mine, too, you dick!\" replies Turk. The heartbreak is too much for you to bear, for Turk at least. You hope to have Leslie for yourself, so you agree to attempt the rescue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You try to rescue your 3 friends" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The 3 of you decide to act fast. With no weapons, you run out into the hall and spot the squad moving for the elevator. They board it, all but one of them who stays behind to secure the area.\n\n\"Hey, motherfucker!\" yells Robbie just before ducking behind a plant. The soldier snaps his head towards your direction and aims his rifle. You and Turk immediately hide just as Robbie did. The soldier slowly creeps towards you guys. Finally, he is so close, you can touch him. Robbie nods to you and Turk.\n\nYou and Turk are able to tackle the bastard and knock him unconscious. On his person is an assault rifle. That will definitely come in handy! Turk also grabs the dude's sidearm, a 9mm pistol.\n\nThen he proceeds to shoot the dude in the fucking head, killing him in his unconscious state.\n\n\"Damn, Turk! That's fucked up!\" you say.\n\nDon't want him sneaking up on us when he wakes up, right?\" Turk replies. Well, he has a point.\n\nJust then, there's a huge explosion behind your group. Your apartment has just been obliterated by a stray tank shell. The 3 of you are stunned, but okay. Good thing you weren't in there!\n\nYou and your friends quickly head down the stairs to try to intercept the elevator. You manage to get to the lobby before Orion does. The lobby is filled with rubble and shattered glass. Outside, a tank rolls by.\n\nWorld War III has just begun! Our military is rebelling against Orion, but why? Aren't we allies, you wonder.\n\nThe elevator opens...\n\nTurk claims he can take care of the troops that come out with just the pistol. He has roughly 14 shots. You have a full assault rifle clip, on the other hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You save your ammo, led Turk handle it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside the elevator, you see the bodies of Leslie, Adrian, and Tiffany. Those fucking Orion bastards executed them!\n\n\"NO! TIFF, SWEETHEART! FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKERS!\" Turk goes batshit crazy with his pistol and manages to take down 2 of the soldiers, but eventually they get the better of him - he's gunned down. Robbie, unarmed, is immediately shot in the head.\n\nWithout the element of surprise, your assault rifle is pretty much useless against the rest of the elite squad. Without any urban warfare training (or training, period), you don't stand a chance.\n\nAfter a short-lived firefight, you are gunned down as well..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The 3 of you decide to act fast. With no weapons, you run out into the hall and spot the squad moving for the elevator. They board it, all but one of them who stays behind to secure the area.\n\n\"Hey, motherfucker!\" yells Robbie just before ducking behind a plant. The soldier snaps his head towards your direction and aims his rifle. You and Turk immediately hide just as Robbie did. The soldier slowly creeps towards you guys. Finally, he is so close, you can touch him. Robbie nods to you and Turk.\n\nYou and Turk are able to tackle the bastard and knock him unconscious. On his person is an assault rifle. That will definitely come in handy! Turk also grabs the dude's sidearm, a 9mm pistol.\n\nThen he proceeds to shoot the dude in the fucking head, killing him in his unconscious state.\n\n\"Damn, Turk! That's fucked up!\" you say.\n\nDon't want him sneaking up on us when he wakes up, right?\" Turk replies. Well, he has a point.\n\nJust then, there's a huge explosion behind your group. Your apartment has just been obliterated by a stray tank shell. The 3 of you are stunned, but okay. Good thing you weren't in there!\n\nYou and your friends quickly head down the stairs to try to intercept the elevator. You manage to get to the lobby before Orion does. The lobby is filled with rubble and shattered glass. Outside, a tank rolls by.\n\nWorld War III has just begun! Our military is rebelling against Orion, but why? Aren't we allies, you wonder.\n\nThe elevator opens...\n\nTurk claims he can take care of the troops that come out with just the pistol. He has roughly 14 shots. You have a full assault rifle clip, on the other hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turk doesn't pack enough heat, light 'em up with the rifle!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside the elevator, you see the bodies of Leslie, Adrian, and Tiffany. Those fucking Orion bastards executed them!\n\nYou go batshit crazy with the assault rifle and manage to get the jump on the Orion squad. They are all killed in a matter of seconds.\n\nThe 3 of you walk over and stock up on weapons and ammo from the dead soldiers. Robbie then walks over and kneels next to Leslie's body and just looks at her a moment before standing up again.\n\n\"Let's get out of here,\" he says. What a heartless dick, you think, he deserves this grief.\n\nThe 3 of you sneak out into the street and it's utter chaos. The Alliance is fighting Orion everywhere you look. Tank shells are exploding, buildings are collapsing, men are dying.\n\n\"Where are we gonna go, dudes?\" asks Turk.\n\nYou realize your brother William might be able to help if you go to his place, but he's more than likely fighting Orion right now. Plus, his place is far, especially on foot.\n\nPerhaps the Alliance soldiers in front of your building would know where he is, but that means being right in the line of fire. Alternatively, you could go up to Turk's apartment - he lives in the same building as you and Robbie. Perhaps it is still intact and you can turn on the TV and find out everything that's going on, but the building's been receiving one hell of a shelling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You consult with nearby Alliance soldiers" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The 3 of you approach a nearby squadron of Alliance soldiers pinned down by Orion machine guns. The Captain in charge sees you as you crouch behind the sandbag next to him.\n\n\"What the fuck are you doing here? You guys are civvies!\"\n\n\"We have guns,\" you say, \"That should count for something. I was hoping you could tell me where Sergeant William Bradley is.\"\n\n\"Yeah, he went looking for his dumb-ass stoner brother.\"\n\n\"Fuck you, man! So he's in there?\" you ask as you point to your apartment building.\n\n\"Yeah, he took a squad through the side door in the alley. Said his brother is on the third floor. I ain't going in there, though. That shit's coming down any minute!\"\n\nSuddenly, a massive group of fucked up looking people come running towards you.\n\n\"GET THE FUCK BACK! GET OUT OF THE STREET!\" yells the Captain, but they don't seem to listen. Strangely, they're also growling and snarling.\n\nThen they attack Robbie and Turk and start to bite into them! They rip them apart and even start tearing their guts out!\n\n\"Shit! They got out!\" says the Captain before he's devoured by these maniacal people. To make matters worse, your apartment building finally collapses and starts to fall right into the street. Not wanting to stick around to get cannibalized or crushed, you're only choice is to head to William's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go to your brother William's" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You barely escape from the atrocities in the street. The only reason you are able to get away is because the crazies are too busy eating your friends and the Captain.\n\nJust then, your apartment building finally collapses into the street and onto part of the adjacent parking garage, where your car is. It has crushed most of the fucked up cannibals, but there are still dozens of them coming at you from the alleys. They also swarm the parking garage. You doubt you will be able to get to your car now, but William's place is far on foot and you don't think you can outrun these fuckers for long. You are also very low on ammo for your assault rifle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Need your car - shoot your way into the parking garage" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to attempt to make your way into the garage. Your car is on the second level, so you have to get to the stairs.\n\nYou manage to kill your way past the crazies and make it up the stairs, but you run out of ammo.\n\nThe second level appears to be deserted. You run to your car and find it perfectly fine. The collapse had just missed it. You can hear the growls of the crazies and gunfire of the war echoing throughout the garage.\n\nYou hop into your car and drive to the exit ramp. It is blocked by a crowd of those fucked up cannibals." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Won't be able to drive through them - head for the top floor" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your piece of shit car can't run over this many people, you think, as you reverse back up the ramp.\n\nYou drive up to the top level of the garage, stop the car, and get out. You notice a helicopter flying low over the nearby rooftops.\n\nYou can hear the crazies coming up the ramp - they'll be on the top level any second now. You've got the get off the garage!\n\nThere's a building next to the garage, about the same height. You think you can make the jump.\n\nThen again, if you could signal that helicopter, you'd be rescued, but it might take a while to get over to you, if it even spots you at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You flash your car's lights to attract the helicopter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You frantically flash your car's brights, and even try turning the lights on and off over and over, but the helicopter never seems to see you. It just keeps on flying...\n\nThe crazies have made it to the top level. In your state of panic, you don't notice what's going on behind you...\n\nOne of the zombies takes a chomp out of your neck. The rest soon join in the feast..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your piece of shit car can't run over this many people, you think, as you reverse back up the ramp.\n\nYou drive up to the top level of the garage, stop the car, and get out. You notice a helicopter flying low over the nearby rooftops.\n\nYou can hear the crazies coming up the ramp - they'll be on the top level any second now. You've got the get off the garage!\n\nThere's a building next to the garage, about the same height. You think you can make the jump.\n\nThen again, if you could signal that helicopter, you'd be rescued, but it might take a while to get over to you, if it even spots you at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The helicopter won't get to you in time - jump to the other roof" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to take the fast way off the garage. The helicopter is just too damn far, you think.\n\nYou walk away from your car and line yourself up to get a good running jump. You start your run and leap from the edge with all of your strength.\n\nYou make it! You clear the edge of the other roof and perform a somersault, just like they do in the movies.\n\n\"Fuck yeah!\" You turn around and see the crazies swarming your car. \"Yeah, suck it, zombies!\"\n\nYour celebration is short-lived, however, when you spot an Orion squad storm onto the roof from the roof access door. You quickly hide behind the air duct apparatus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stand up and surrender - otherwise, they'll kill you if they find you!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You stand up and put your hands in the air. \"Don't shoot!\" There's no point in trying to evade an elite team of soldiers.\n\nBut Orion's no longer taking prisoners. You saw what they did to your friends in the elevator.\n\nUpon spotting you, they don't hesitate to shoot you in the head..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to take the fast way off the garage. The helicopter is just too damn far, you think.\n\nYou walk away from your car and line yourself up to get a good running jump. You start your run and leap from the edge with all of your strength.\n\nYou make it! You clear the edge of the other roof and perform a somersault, just like they do in the movies.\n\n\"Fuck yeah!\" You turn around and see the crazies swarming your car. \"Yeah, suck it, zombies!\"\n\nYour celebration is short-lived, however, when you spot an Orion squad storm onto the roof from the roof access door. You quickly hide behind the air duct apparatus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay hidden and wait for them to leave" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All clear!\" one of the squad members calls out. They storm back down into the building. It looks like Orion's searching the entire city for any and all survivors! They're exterminating humanity!\n\nA little while later, with no way else down, you have no choice but to follow behind them through the roof access door.\n\nThe building is another apartment building. The hallways are filled with dead bodies, bullet holes, and streaks of blood on the walls. There are also half-eaten corpses with their guts exposed.\n\nHoly fuck! you think to yourself, as you progress through the building, trying every possible door.\n\nRoom after room are filled with innocent people murdered in cold blood in their own homes. In one of the apartments you enter, there is blood and guts all over the floor and walls. There are a dozen or so of those crazies kneeling down or sitting against the wall...\n\nThey're feeding on human body parts...\n\nYou immediately close the door and a wave of horrific trauma hits you. You'll never be able to get that out of your head. Guess Orion wasn't as thorough as they thought.\n\nEventually, you make it down to the first story, a Chinese restaurant. In the preceding chaos, you couldn't hold onto your rifle. You could use a weapon now.\n\nBut right outside is a Humvee - you can hear it's engine still running..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You search the kitchen for a weapon first" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the kitchen of the restaurant. Inside, you see a young Chinese woman closely holding a little Chinese girl. The little girl is crying, and the woman looks scared to death. When she sees you, she pulls her daughter closer to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say nothing, grab a butcher's knife, and walk out" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk over and grab a big-ass butcher's knife from the counter. This is what you came for, you think, you don't have time to help others.\n\nAs you turn around to walk out, a crazy Chinese man, presumably the restaurant owner, is coming at you with a meat cleaver.\n\n\"You mudda fooka! You try eat my famry! You die, zombie man!\"\n\nBefore you can say anything, the crazy bastard drives the cleaver right into your forehead..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You walk into the kitchen of the restaurant. Inside, you see a young Chinese woman closely holding a little Chinese girl. The little girl is crying, and the woman looks scared to death. When she sees you, she pulls her daughter closer to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The little girl continues to whimper quietly.\n\nJust then, you notice a Chinese dude behind you, holding a meat cleaver. He is mad-dogging you with an evil stare.\n\n\"It's alright,\" you say again, \"What are your names?\"\n\nThe man finally lowers the cleaver and responds, \"I am Chang. Dat is my wife Kiki and my daughta Mooki.\"\n\n\"Well,\" you respond, \"It is nice to meet all of you. Would you happen to know a way out of this shit?\"\n\nJust then, the dude looks at his wife, who nods back at him. Then the dude fucking cuts your left hand off and punches you out!\n\nWhen you wake up, it is Saturday afternoon. Your nub has been cauterized. You are in what looks like a cage in a junkyard. There are countless other cages with people in them.\n\nIt's a goddamn slave camp...those Chinese fuckers thought ahead!\n\nWith Chang and Kiki as your masters, you and the other slaves are brutally worked nearly to death day in and day out for years - building the shanty town in the junkyard, salvaging material from the scrap metal, sometimes even being forced into prostitution for the people in the shanty town.\n\nAt one point, you are forced into a cage match with a couple of zombies for their entertainment!\n\nThis is your new life...there is no hope...did you expect the apocalypse to be pleasant?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All clear!\" one of the squad members calls out. They storm back down into the building. It looks like Orion's searching the entire city for any and all survivors! They're exterminating humanity!\n\nA little while later, with no way else down, you have no choice but to follow behind them through the roof access door.\n\nThe building is another apartment building. The hallways are filled with dead bodies, bullet holes, and streaks of blood on the walls. There are also half-eaten corpses with their guts exposed.\n\nHoly fuck! you think to yourself, as you progress through the building, trying every possible door.\n\nRoom after room are filled with innocent people murdered in cold blood in their own homes. In one of the apartments you enter, there is blood and guts all over the floor and walls. There are a dozen or so of those crazies kneeling down or sitting against the wall...\n\nThey're feeding on human body parts...\n\nYou immediately close the door and a wave of horrific trauma hits you. You'll never be able to get that out of your head. Guess Orion wasn't as thorough as they thought.\n\nEventually, you make it down to the first story, a Chinese restaurant. In the preceding chaos, you couldn't hold onto your rifle. You could use a weapon now.\n\nBut right outside is a Humvee - you can hear it's engine still running..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No time - get to that Humvee!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You decide to make a run for the Humvee. There should be weapons inside, you think.\n\nAs you step out of the restaurant, you are still in a war zone. The night lights up with explosions and gunfire all round. You can hear agonizing screaming of soldiers and the snarls of zombies. This is a pretty fucked situation.\n\nYou get to the Humvee and, to your luck, there's nothing in it but an assault rifle.\n\nYou begin driving to William's place, which is in Fox Chapel on the north end of town. You begin crossing the Highland Park Bridge, which takes you into Fox Chapel. Luckily, there's not much traffic yet, what with people trying to leave the city and all.\n\nSuddenly, the Humvee dies on the bridge. You ran out of gas! In the chaos, you didn't think to check the fuel level.\n\nConfused, you get out and notice a dripping underneath the Humvee. A bullet must have hit the gas tank, and it all leaked out! Shit!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You cross the bridge on foot" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's not much further, you decide. You manage to cross the bridge and traverse the streets of Fox Chapel with the rifle you found in the Humvee.\n\nOnce in a while, you are attacked by a zombie, but nothing you can't handle.\n\nYou run out of ammo, but you finally make it to William's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go inside the house" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Upon walking in, you see William and Amber in the kitchen.\n\n\"Thank God - Joe!\" says Will, \"I tried to find you at your apartment before it came down. We need to get you out of the city. I've already packed you 2 plenty of food, guns, ammo, clothing - that sort of thing.\"\n\n\"What's going on? Why is Orion killing everybody?\"\n\n\"It's all part of their 'Final Solution,' just like the Nazis had over 90 years ago. They were throwing nearly everyone in concentration camps, forcing them to work, performing horrendous experiments on them. But now, I guess they're exterminating everyone in response to the outbreak.\"\n\n\"The outbreak? You mean the zombies?\"\n\n\"Yeah, the, er, zombies. They developed this toxin that can reanimate dead tissue. When the bodies started piling up, the Orion personnel decided to use the toxin on them. Thing is, the dead people that came back weren't themselves at all...my unit saw...they overran the entire camp...Orion couldn't contain it...the dead, they...\"\n\nWill puts his hand to his mouth, clears his throat, and swallows, \"they fed on people - my men, Orion's men, civilians - pretty much anyone they could catch.\"\n\n\"Shit, I saw it, too. It's awful, what's happening.\"\n\nWilliam goes into the kitchen and comes back with the provisions he packed.\n\n\"Look, you and Amber need to get to the dropship at the airport. Obviously, it's outside of the dome, so I'll have to get you guys past the entry/exit checkpoint. Once you're at the airport, just get on the dropship. Don't worry about me - I'm being evacuated, also, with the rest of the Alliance military. We're going to the same place as you and all of the civilians, so I'll see you there.\"\n\nYou look at Will like he's fucking crazy. \"Dropship? Evacuation? Where are we going?\"\n\n\"Damn it, I thought you liked keeping up on the news! The entire planet is shuttling itself into space and living aboard the ships until The Frontier can be colonized. The Frontier is an inhabitable planet on the edge of the galaxy...humanity's starting a new life there...\"\n\nYou can't believe it! All those late night conversations you used to have with your friends while stoned out of your mind about space colonization - you never thought it would actually come to fruition!\n\n\"We need to leave now,\" Will continues, \"or else we'll be stuck here.\"\n\nSo the 3 of you pack up all of the provisions into Will's jeep, then head for the airport. When you get to the security checkpoint to leave the eco-dome, it has been overrun by zombies. They are feeding on the bodies of the Orion guards.\n\n\"Serves them right,\" mutters Amber.\n\nWill continues driving, and you eventually get to the airport. Just as you expected, the traffic is horrendous going into the airport. The 3 of you get out of the jeep, grab the provisions, and head for the terminal on foot.\n\nThe crowds of people have jammed themselves in the terminal, desperate to get on the dropship.\n\n\"Shit! There's no way they're going to get you on the ship with all these people,\" says Will, \"I might be able to sneak you guys on the military ship with me. We're boarding on the runway right now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You go for the military ship" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's go for your ship, Will.\"\n\nThe 3 of you run to the runway and Will shows his military ID to the guard by the entrance ramp onto the ship.\n\n\"No guests, sir,\" he says.\n\n\"Listen, private,\" replies Will, \"I outrank you. If you wanna keep what little of a life you have, you're gonna left these 2 on with me.\"\n\n\"Sorry, sir, that's against regulations. Only military personnel on this ship. Have your friends process through the terminal to the civilian ship. They will let them on.\"\n\n\"Friends?!?!? THIS IS MY FUCKING FAMILY!!!\" Will starts to lose his cool and looks like he's about to cap this dipshit private.\n\nHe looks at you, as if hoping you can speak for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You say \"It's cool, Will. We'll head for the civilian ship. You take this one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm gonna make sure you guys make it on before I even think of leaving this planet!\" says Will. What a guy.\n\nThe 3 of you head for the terminal, where the civilians must be processed onto the dropship.\n\nYou can barely even get inside it's so crowded. The whole damn city's there! The 3 of you push through the crowd to get to the processing kiosks.\n\nSuddenly, on a loudspeaker, a voice announces that the ship is launching in 5 minutes and they can only take children and women from this point on.\n\n\"Shit!\" you yell, \"Amber, you need to get on there, now! Get in the processing line.\"\n\n\"Forget it,\" she replies, \"I'm not leaving you 2.\"\n\n\"Amber,\" replies Will calmly, \"baby, he's right. You need to go now.\"\n\nA tear rolls down her cheek, \"I-I can't do that.\"\n\nSuddenly, the crowd is screaming and panicking and pushing their way deeper into the terminal away from the main doors.\n\nYou look and see a huge horde of zombies pouring into the building.\n\n\"Oh my God,\" Will says quietly and grabs your arm and Amber's and pushes through the crowd.\n\nBehind you, the zombies are having a feeding frenzy on the poor bastards that were too close to the doors. The rest of the crowd isn't so lucky, either, as countless more zombies chase them down and pull them to the ground.\n\nSoon enough, all around you, countless zombies are attacking people, tackling, pulling guts out, tearing necks open.\n\nThe 3 of you book it through the enormous areas of the airport terminal, trying not to get trampled or eaten.\n\n\"There!\" Amber points to a maintenance door that opens towards you. You head for it and enter it. The zombies behind you slam against the door and claw at the window.\n\nYou are now in a long, white hallway. It's very sterile and quiet compared to the screaming and bloodshed occurring on the other side of the door.\n\n\"This hallway should take us to the runway where the dropship is,\" says Will.\n\nYou head down the hall towards the runway. You manage to get outside and there she is! The dropship is enormous, probably capable of holding tens of thousands.\n\nSuddenly, the engines ignite and the ship takes off. Thousands of people on the runway are left behind, shrieking in panic.\n\nThen more zombies come across the runway and attack that crowd.\n\n\"Let's go!\" says Will. The 3 of you head for a garage where they keep the aircraft maintenance vehicles and luggage towing trucks.\n\nInside is an old, scruffy-looking mechanic in his blue coveralls, smoking a cigar. He's sitting at his workbench with a shotgun in his lap.\n\n\"You in a barn?\" he asks, \"Close the damn door!\"\n\nYou close the damn door then approach the window to see outside.\n\n\"Don't do that,\" continues the mechanic, \"Orion's usin' night vision this evenin'.\"\n\n\"Orion's out there?\"\n\n\"That's right. Been killin' everybody out there. People and geezers alike. They were tryin' to keep people off the dropship at first. Then they musta got word of the geezers comin'. They left before they could be turned into supper, know what I mean? But they're watchin' us still. I can feel it, and they'll be back to finish what they started.\"\n\n\"Why didn't you try to get on the dropship?\" asks Will, \"All of the airport personnel get guaranteed passage.\"\n\n\"Thought about it. Not worth it.\"\n\n\"Why not?\" you ask.\n\n\"Motion sickness. Had it since I was a little boy.\"\n\nWill looks at the mechanic like he has 3 heads. \"What the hell kind of an excuse is that?\"\n\n\"Look, are we gonna sit here and chat all night, or do you wanna get the hell on outta here?\"\n\n\"But you just said Orion's out there,\" you say.\n\n\"Well they ain't gonna let us stay here for long, I can guarantee you that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "You stay in the garage" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's wait it out a minute,\" you suggest.\n\n\"Alright,\" replies the mechanic, \"you're the boss.\"\n\n\"What's your name, anyway?\"\n\n\"Name's Augustus. Just call me Gus.\"\n\n\"Alright, Gus,\" says Amber, \"What do we do now?\"\n\n\"Well, seein' as we're kinda stuck in here, why don't we make ourselves more comfortable?\"\n\nSuddenly, Gus shoots you and Will in the leg with his shotgun. The 2 of you fall to the ground in agony, bleeding all over the floor.\n\nThen he rushes over to Amber and grabs her gun before she can use it. The bastard throws it away, tears off Amber's shirt and jeans and rapes her! You and Will lie helpless, watching.\n\n\"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!\" yells Will as he breaks down into tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Have to stop Gus! - Crawl your way toward Amber's gun" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Gus threw Amber's gun, it landed just several feet from you. So you begin to crawl toward it with all of your strength.\n\nMeanwhile, Gus is having his way with Amber who is pinned against the workbench. His shotgun is still slung over his shoulder.\n\nJust as you get to the gun on the floor, Gus sees you out of the corner of his eye.\n\n\"Oh no you don't!\" he says as he turns around and blasts you with the shotgun..." } ]