[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You keep running.

[Assistant]
A huge tour group walks in a slow line right in front of you. You shove past them, but not long afterward, the slap-slapping comes behind you. Teeth gnash your knee, and you fall.

A hard bite to your shoulder, and then the weight of the goblin is off of you, and you sit up in time to watch it careen into a moving walkway.  Dmitri stands above you.

"What," he says, "was that? It looked like you were having a seizure. Except no one even saw you. I could barely see you." He shakes his head, as if something has been fogging his vision.

"I'll explain on the plane," you say. Your shoulder is bleeding, but not too badly. "If I ever actually get on there."

[User] You continue toward the gate.

[Assistant]
They don't move.

You keep walking, leg muscles braced, ready to stop and turn around.

Your damp, shaking hand holds out the ticket. The agent smiles--a real, human smile--and tells you to have a nice flight. You walk past them and get on the plane. Their eyes never leave you, but they don't move. Apparently you've earned the right to get on the plane.

As you get into the cabin, you halt. There is one in an empty seat. (An empty first-class seat--pretty bloody annoying.) It's somehow wearing what looks like an expensive pinstriped suit, and the stupid flight attendant is handing him some wine.

In the pocket of the seat in front of you is a postcard showing Times Square. You slide it out and flip it over.

Rest and eat. This ain't finished yet.

Well, isn't that great. You'd love to eat--if you had any friggin' food.

This is just so stupid. What's even the point of it? Goblins. Gremlins, or whatever they are. They're bright Crayola green--they don't even look realistic.

Dmitri appears in front of you. "Hi," he says, but he's talking to the guy in the middle seat beside you. "I have an exit row seat--would you mind switching so I can sit by my girlfriend?"

The guy is only too happy to switch to an exit row, and soon Dmitri is settled beside you.

"I'm not your girlfriend," you say. How are you even going to explain this to your boyfriend?

Easy: you won't. How could you? It's unexplainable. You've become good at knowing which things not to bother Keith with, and this is definitely one of them.

"I know," Dmitri said. "But I didn't think he would switch if we were just friends."

"Well, that's really stupid." You probably shouldn't be taking this out on him, seeing as he rescued you and all, but you are hungry and exhausted and you know he's about to ask a bunch of questions you can't answer and you just want this stupid trip to be over already.

"Clara," he says. "What's going on, exactly?" Apparently he's figured out that jealous boyfriends aren't generally invisible.

"I don't know. It just happened." You explain what you can about the postcards and the goblins. You hand him the postcard, but he finds the handwriting impossible to read--which makes no sense, it's sloppy, but not that sloppy.

"Do you think they'll actually kill you?"

"I know they will," you say, because you do.

He takes your hand.

Not long after, you fall asleep.You wake up to the stewardess' voice.

"Miss Conner, here's the meal you ordered for this flight." She seems to be in a hurry, and pulls your tray out for you so she can set it down and attend to something else.

It appears to be a chicken salad sandwich and some chips. Which you definitely did not order.

You realize you're nauseous again, and incredibly hungry.

Should you eat this incredibly sketchy food?


[System] Narrate a grim fantasy text adventure. The Empire's world is brutal, its people hardened. Respond to the player's choices with immersive storytelling and let consequences flow naturally.

[User] You letters to home (War continues...)

[Assistant]
Dear Mom,

Just another letter from me, letting you know I'm still alive. Though I'm sure with my newest title of "Demon Slayer" you probably knew I was.

More exaggerations of course. I do my job to be sure, but there are plenty of other men and women my age or even younger that doing just as much as I am and they don't seem to get any credit. Of course many of them have also been killed. I've always tried to keep everyone alive under my command, but I know it's a futile endeavor.

The fighting has been getting worse up here, the demons I think have finally gotten more organized. Though what alarms me more is hearing that the Necromancer Lord has finally broken out of Nuro and taken over the Brot Kingdom. I thought the Grand Alliance was supposed to stop this sort of thing.

I'm tired of all this. I feel like playing right now, sorry for the short letter.

Give my love to the rest of the family

Your son


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You make a run for the door

[Assistant]
You run towards the gate, but the men are faster and bigger then you. The men grab you, and force you into the gurney. They strap your hands up my your head and your feet together, leaving you stretched out on the gurney. A ball gag is stuffed in your mouth and strapped tightly. You wince one off them puts surgical gloves on, before drawing a thermometer that's pushed into your ear. He checks it, before placing a cold hand on your stomach. He pushes gently, before squeezing.

"I'm right. Get the injections ready."

You shake and try to scream as one of the men takes out a needle that's almost comically large and sharp. He jabs it into your stomach and you scream into your gag and presses down, releasing the liquid into your stomach. You begin to tear up as he repeats the process with several more needles, and by the end your eyes are obscured with tears. He smiles at you through the ski mask, before another man arrives with a large burlap sack. He opens it, pulling out a small mammal like a rat or a ferret, and a large knife. You watch in horror as he slices the mammal's throat open, letting blood flow out onto your stomach. He tosses the carcass aside, and begins to use his fingers to draw various patterns along your belly as you wince and shake. He sighs, and slaps you hard across the face.

"Stop shaking," he says, before turning to one of the other men. "Tomorrow night."

He finishes drawing his patterns, before taking out a small black notebook. He begins to read from it in an insane language you don't understand, like the spluttering of a madman. The pain in your stomach intensifies greatly as you let out a petrified scream as you feel yourself being torn apart. Finally, he stops, as does the pain.

"Ah, good. Get the chloroform and untie her. Then, bring the kids back from their walk."

They free you from your straps, and you notice the door's still open.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You test this thing properly, you have guns and access to gunpowder afterall

[Assistant]
You head back to where all the guards died and collect all their weapons and ammo before taking it back to in front of the bunker. you start but simply shooting a few of the guns at it and get a clear reaction from those inside but the bullets just bounce right off leaving barely a scratch on the metal.

You then start taking them apart using tools in one of the sheds, someone here obviously made their own ammo and between their spare powder and that collected from bullets you dismantle you gain a fair sized bag of explosive to test. You once read something about needing to contain he blast until it built up enough so you find an old heavy duty pan with a sealing pressure lid to use and take everything over to the door of the bunker. You place the bag inside, slip in a makeshift fuse and light it. You seal the pan up as fast as possible then run for it. You dive behind a building but nothing happens.

You wait a few moments an nothing is happening so you get to your feet and peek around the corner of the building as the explosion goes off. It's rather impressive if you say so yourself with lots of smoke and bits of metal flying everywhere but when it clears you can see the bunker clearly un-moved. You head over and find that it scorched the door a fair bit and there are some obvious scratches from the pieces of metal but that is all. You clearly aren't going to get inside this way.

You turn to head away when you see hear the faintest humming noise and notice something blinking near the edge of the bunker. You find a small indent with a camera sunken into it behind a tiny thick piece of glass "They have a generator and cameras in this thing? where the hell do you buy something like this!" Frustrated you give up and start walking back over to the house.

Unfortunately now that they took the risk of turning the generator and cameras on the humans can see you, and can see you are alone.

You sense them moving before you hear the door open and have time to spin around so that you can clearly see when it opens and there are 4 humans already pointing guns your way. You try to dive to the side but two of the bullets still hit you and you hit the ground hard. You see you mutant rushing them from the shadows but they simply turn nd fire at it, automatic weapons tearing it apart and killing it before it even got half way to them. THen they turn back to you and fire again.


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You stay with Helen

[Assistant]
Bobby is going to be able to take care of himself and if he feels more comfortable with you staying with Helen, well it'll probably put one less distraction in his mind while he's looking for Aaron.

Also now that the gunfire has died down a bit, you've gotten a breather to realize that maybe you rushed into things a little quickly due to wanting to help Bobby so bad. Aaron is really dangerous and you nearly got yourself killed. Maybe you're becoming more assertive, but you probably should realize you're not some amazon princess to go in guns blazing.

"Okay Bobby, I'll stay with Helen, but please be careful." You remark.
"I'll be fine, you two just keep a look out and remember, if you see him, don't talk, just shoot. Oh and if Ronald and Denise ever come out of hiding and pass through here, tell them to fucking help you."" Bobby says and then kisses you before heading to the left wing of the house.

Soon after Bobby leaves, you put your back against one of the walls and start keeping an eye on the doorways. Helen tries to do the same, but she paces a lot more. It's obvious she's nervous, but the fact that she's nervous, starts making you nervous.

"Helen will you stop pacing like that? You're putting me more on edge than necessary." You say.
"Sorry. This is just so nerve racking. I'm really worried about Bobby you know? I wonder if we should've gone with him."
"You heard what he said, he wants us to stay here to make sure Aaron doesn't manage to run around him to other parts of the house. Besides he said he can handle Aaron and I trust him." You say.
"Yeah I guess you're ri…AH! WHAT WAS THAT?!" Helen suddenly exclaims causing you to jump.
"Don't fucking do that!" you say.
"But didn't you hear that noise? It sounds like its coming from the left wing where Bobby went."
"I didn't hear anything, you're paranoid."
"I swear! I heard something! Ohhh, I think we should go help Bobby, but I dunno…oh I wish none of this was going on!" Helen says and begins pacing in the middle of the room even more to the point of starting to shake a bit.

At this moment you starting to get concerned she's going to accidently fire off her gun at you, not to mention she's starting to get on your nerves. You walk over to not so gently calm her down.

"HELEN! Stop it and clam the fuck down!" you say and grab Helen's arm tightly.

Then you briefly hear the sounds of rushing footsteps behind you and you don't even get to completely turn around before you feel a crushing blow to the side of your head.

You crumple to the floor on your knees and then another blow to your head causes you to collapse flat on the floor and lose grip of your rifle. A pair of blurry hands quickly grabs it from you.

"What took you so long?" Helen asks.
"Had to wait for a fucking opportunity. Took YOU long enough to distract her."
"Well hurry up, I'm worried about Bobby! I think we should help him."
"He'll be fine, I'm going to enjoy this…turn your ass over bitch, I wanna look you in the eye when I kill you." Diana says and kicks you over.

You vision is blurry due to the blows to the head you've taken, but you can make out the image of Diana pointing a rifle straight at you. You try to get up, but Diana kicks you in the face.

"Diana, hurry up!"
"Will you shut the fuck up Helen? I'm trying to savor the moment and you're ruining it!"
"I don't want one of our cousins suddenly walking in on us!"
"Oh like they're going to do anything…(Sigh) fine. I swear Helen, you're no fun whatsoever. Well blondie, I wish I could take more time with you, but time isn't on my side any more than its on yours right now, so guess this is it. You never should've laid eyes on Bobby bitch." Diana says.

Despite Diana aiming for your head and being at this close range she manages to completely fuck up her shot and hit you in the throat instead which doesn't kill you instantly. Of course maybe that was her intension to let you suffer a bit more.

As you gurgle, choke and start to die, you hear two more shots and through blurry (and now dimming) vision you see Diana's image get hit and fall backwards.

Helen kneels down next to you and starts stroking the top of your head and hair as you bleed out and die.

"Shhhh, it'll be over soon. I'm so sorry for this Suzy. I always liked you. You were just in the way…" are the last words you hear.


[System] You are the narrator of a dark fantasy text adventure. Describe the world and its consequences with unflinching detail. The player's choices shape the story — for better or worse.

[User] You leave her.

[Assistant]
"Just watch me," you say. "With the money I plan to make off this gig, I can afford to replace everything you stole twenty times over."

Meredith genuinely looks hurt. "Is that the way you really feel about it?"

"I'm afraid so. I've been cursing your name all day long, and now that you're here, my blood is boiling."

"I guess I was so eager to get off that effing yacht that I never stopped to think who I was hurting," she says. "You are a skilled survivor; I figured you'd get by with some parachute cord and a roll of duct tape. I had nothing. That was how I rationalized it when I snuck into your cabin this morning."

"Well you can keep the pack," you say. "Don't say I never gave you anything."

You push past Meredith so that you can continue the trek down the lava tube on your own. Berringer will be upset that you're just letting her go, but he must know that you're neither an assassin nor a bounty hunter. You'll find the Stone of Vul-Kar for him, but he'll have to hire somebody else to be his avenger.

"Wait! Let me at least give you this!"

Her voice sounds wounded, so you turn back towards her so that you can at least have the satisfaction of seeing her hurt expression. But what you see instead takes you by complete surprise: a woman with grim determination, pointing a gun straight at you.

"Meredith, wh—" you start to say as the gun flashes and the shot echoes a hundredfold off the cavern walls. Her aim is true. You collapse to the ground, sitting stunned on the floor of the lava tube. You know a mortal wound when you see one.

Your murderer steps around behind you. "Let me see what else you've got," she says as she unzips the backpack that Captain Mark loaned you and rifles through the contents.

"Hmm, looks like I got all the good stuff already." She stands up, removes the pith helmet, and puts the headlamp back on her forehead. "Well, you did say you like to work alone. Let me know how that works out for you."

And then Meredith Nowitki sets off down the lava tube, leaving you to bleed to death in the dark.

THE END


[System] Narrate an interactive dark fantasy adventure. The world is brutal and unforgiving. Respond to the player's actions with vivid, immersive descriptions and let their choices carry real weight.

[User] You ring the bell

[Assistant]
Even if your key fits, that's no guarantee you live here. You could very well be trespassing and if someone is actually in this house right now, you could find yourself in deep shit when the owner finds you and pulls a shotgun on you.

Erring on the side of caution, you ring the bell a couple times and knock.

You wait a few minutes thinking that nobody is home which might mean it's at least safer to try your key, but then you think you hear footsteps and a voice. Soon you see a light emanating from the front room. Someone has come to answer the door at least.

An older man opens the door and you can hardly believe your eyes.

"It's damn near midnight who the hell…Suzy?!" your father says mid rant.
"Dad?" you answer back, not really expecting to see him.
"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't visiting until Saturday." Your dad asks.

You have no answer except a sudden raising of your arms and a smile.

"Um, well surprise!" you utter and go to hug your father, who returns the hug.

It's weird, you never really had a close relationship with your father, but somehow seeing him alive AND not being a pathetic drunk that just watches TV pining over your mother makes you a little happier to see him. You wonder what changed?

"Well, okay Suzy. We're always glad to see you, you know that. Just wish you would've called in advance you know?" your father says and invites you in. You notice that the furniture lay out in the living room is different along with the furniture itself. A lot of little things are different really.

The "we" sort of throws you at first since you wonder if your dad is referring to your siblings. However you soon see who he's referring to and if you couldn't believe your eyes when seeing your father still alive, you really don't believe them now.

"George, who is…Suzy? I thought you were visiting Satur…"

You immediately run to hug your mother before she can even complete her sentence. She's older looking of course, but you'd recognize her anywhere. You can't believe you'd ever see her alive again. You're having a hard time holding back tears of joy.

Meanwhile your parents are both a little perplexed by your behavior.

"I love you mom." You say squeezing her tightly.
"Well of course you do. I know that. I love you too, but why are you here at this late hour? You could have called us first, you know how we like to turn in early."
"I know, I know, I just…I just wanted to see you guys, you know?" you say finally letting go of your mother, yet still staying close to her.

"I know it's a long drive from Security City, have you slept at all?" you dad asks.
"A little. Don't worry, I'm fine. So how are you guys?" you ask.
"We're good, though there has been a neighborhood burglar skulking about. If he tries coming in here, he's getting both barrels. It is really late though, and while your mother and I would love to talk, can we do this tomorrow morning? I have to get up to fix this overhead light in the living room which decided to go out today."
"Oh…yeah sure. Don't let me keep you up." You say.
"You can sleep in your old room. It's pretty much the same as when you left it, still haven't turned it into a storage room or anything in case you were wondering." Your mom says.
"Oh good, I want to check on some old things I left here anyway." You say and start to head towards where the basement is only to have your mother call out.
"Um, Suzy where are you going?" your mom asks.
"I'm going to my room."
"Don't you think you should be heading upstairs then and not towards the basement?"

You nearly face palm for not realizing that maybe you had a different sleeping arrangement in this reality. You play it off with a laugh though.

"Oh! Yeah! Hah! I'm sorry, I've had a very long drive and I'm a little loopy and tired I suppose." You say.
"You okay Suzy?" your father asks.
"Yeah, yeah, I really am. Like I said, I'm just really tired. I'll probably fall asleep soon after I get to my room."
"Mmm, I told you about driving when that tired before. You could get into an accident." Your dad says.
"Oh George, don't lecture the girl now. Let's just be glad we have a daughter who is still thoughtful enough to visit us." Your mother says with a smile and pats you on the shoulder. You return the smile.

You are really glad to see her again.

"(Yawn) Alright, well if we're done here, I'm heading back up, you coming Bertha?" your dad asks.
"Yes, Suzy you heading up too? You said you were tired and wanted to go to your room." Your mom asks.
"Yeah I will soon, but I also haven't eaten all day, you don't mind if I grab something out of the fridge right?"
"You know better than to ask. Help yourself." Your mom says.
"Don't make a mess though. Oh and remember, your room is the second door on your right." Your dad snorts in jest due to your previous confusion. It's actually a good thing he told you though since you probably would've been fumbling into random rooms when you actually went up there.

You dad kisses you on the head before saying goodnight and heading up the stairs. Your mom does as well causing you to hug her once again. You almost don't want to let go, but you know you need to keep it together.

"I'm really glad to be back home, I missed you." You say.
"Suzy, we just spoke a few days ago." You mom says.
"I know, but it's just not the same as seeing you in person, you know?"
"I know sweetheart, we'll have all day to talk tomorrow. Goodnight."

You watch as your mom heads upstairs and you're soon left alone where you continue to hold it together until you go downstairs into the basement where you finally release your tears.

You honestly didn't realize just how much you missed your mother until you saw her again. You certainly were very sad when she died in your reality and for some time after, but overtime you didn't just move on, part of you just shut down completely. Maybe that explains some of you problems.

After composing yourself, you actually take a look around the basement and find that it's much different than your own. For one, "your room" is just a storage space full of old clothes, tools and other junk. You almost get a little nervous looking at all the junk as you're reminded of the Gray Building. You quickly leave the basement, not wishing to dwell on that which led you here in the first place.

You spend some more time just looking about the house, particularly the pictures which right there is already a major difference since there are barely any in your own house.

You see several happy family photos, which you attempt to use as a quick way to possibly learn what you can about your "family."

It looks like your dad wasn't a travelling lightning rod salesman and worked at the meat processing plant in town since you see a few pictures of him in a factory uniform. Him being around probably helped. Your mom seems like she was still a housewife from what you can tell.

Your brother Ben apparently went into the actual military rather than just being a paranoid survivalist nut. You see a lot of his pictures are of him in uniform. Looks like he got a lot of ribbons and honors too. You also see a picture of him with your best friend Julie in a wedding dress… they got married! You can imagine Julie from your reality would have liked that considering she always had a crush on him. (Or maybe she just wanted to fuck him, you don't know exactly or care to think about it) Looks like they had two children, which you can't even wrap your head around.

You don't see as many pictures of your sister Kelly, but they do exist. A lot of her pictures show her in uniform too, but one of a police officer. Seems like your family is really "orderly" in this reality. She looks about the same, just with less scars. She still looks mean and serious business in every photo though, so maybe some things never change. No pictures of a boyfriend (or girlfriend) or children.

One thing you don't see pictures of are of Donna or Peter. Surely with as many pictures there are displayed, you'd see some. You can only guess your parents stopped having children after you. Which makes you the "baby" you guess. Might explain why your family is a bit more stable too considering there were less kids to give your parents grief.

Finally, you see pictures of yourself. Quite a few of them in fact. (More than Kelly definitely) You look more or less the same as you did at the various ages you see yourself. You also look pretty happy in every photo and you see that you graduated from college in this reality too. You don't see yourself in any uniform, so you wonder what you do for a living.

It's at this moment you realize that you can no longer ignore that this reality, this family and these memories are not your own. It's depressing and you also realize that it's been mentioned that the Suzy of this reality is supposed to be coming for a visit on Saturday.

You can't stay here even though you'd like to, you're going to have to leave before things get weird. You're also going to have to figure out what you're going to do with yourself in the long term. In some ways, the fact that the world isn't going to complete shit, puts the pressure on even more. After all, if the world had ended it wouldn't have mattered if you figured it out or not.

Still, you've got one more day. One more day at least to spend here and enjoy before you figure out what you're going to do with your life. You deserve that at least right?

And so after grabbing a quick snack, you retire to your "old room." It's much brighter than your own old one in the basement, but then that because it's a proper bedroom and not a dank dark basement.

You look around a bit, but you figure you can better investigate your room tomorrow. Right now you're too exhausted from today's events and drained from the emotions of seeing your mother alive and finding out you had a much better life in an alternate reality and how it's just another example of how life isn't fair to you even across the fucking multiverse.

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
FRIDAY

You wake up with the sun shining in on your bedroom. You can safely say you haven't had that experience in a long time, if ever.

You aren't sure what time it is, but knowing you, you probably slept through the morning as usual.

Once again, you're stuck in the same clothes you've been wearing since the beginning of the week. While you can certainly shower, you'd really rather change clothes at this point so you go through your room and hope that your alternate self left some old clothes in it.

After going through some drawers you find that your alternate self has about the same fashion sense as you do, meaning pretty simplistic. The clothing itself tends to be a bit brighter though as everything else seems to be in this reality and it's starting to get on your nerves.

You grab a pair of old jeans and a shirt and head to the bathroom where you wash up and later attempt to brush your teeth using your index finger with toothpaste on it. The jeans and shirt are a slightly tight on you though. It's not enough that your alternate self has a happier life, but the fucking bitch is apparently a size smaller than you as well.

"Oh well, I guess I'll just be that much more popular with horny guys (Sigh) …unfucking believable…" you mutter as you squeeze yourself into the clothes.

After getting dressed, you head downstairs. The first thing you see is dad on a small ladder working on the overhead light he mentioned wasn't working. You don't think you've ever seen your own dad ever fix anything.

"Hey, look who's finally up. You sleep well? You must have considering it's the afternoon." Dad says.
"Yeah, I guess I really needed the sleep. Where's mom?" you ask.
"She's in the kitchen. Oh meant to ask you, where's that silver sports car your drive? I didn't see it in the driveway or even on the street."

Silver sports car? Seriously? You own a fucking sports car?

"Oh, um…yeah I decided not to drive that one here, it's been giving me trouble lately anyway. I got an older car for cheap to just drive around in; it's that small blue one outside." You say.
"Oh. Okay. I just thought I'd ask. Like I said, there's been some burglaries and I was concerned that the criminals had expanded to car theft too. Probably a good idea you didn't bring it, nobody is likely to steal that thing outside."
"Yeah, I suppose so." You say and head to the kitchen.

"Fucking sports car…" you whisper shaking your head before you greet mom in a friendly manner.

"Hey sleeping beauty is finally awake! You sleep well I trust in your old bed?" mom asks while she works on cooking something.
"Yeah. Slept fine. What are you cooking."
"Oh I'm preparing big batch of beef stew. I swear your father would probably not eat anything else. It will take awhile, but I can make you something before then of course."
"Nah, I'm okay." You say sitting down.

Your mother smiles at you and you smile back, but you don't say anything else.

It's weird, you wanted to talk with her so much yesterday, but now as reality sets in that she's not really your mother, you're sort of at a loss for words and awkwardly silent.

Still, you want to make the most of this time so you struggle to think of a topic without being suspicious.

"So…uh…how are Ben and Kelly doing?" you ask.
"Well Ben is still stationed over in Europe. Not exactly sure what he's doing over there, but it doesn't seem to be dangerous for once, which I for one am glad about. Julie and the children I imagine are glad about it too. You talk to her recently?
"Not for awhile." You say which is sort of the truth.
"Oh. Well I did hear you two weren't on speaking terms any longer. I hope you make up though since the pair of you were always good friends and the both of you probably said words neither of you really meant."
"Wait, what?" you ask.

You mother stops chopping potatoes for a moment to address you directly.

"A few months ago, Ben told me that Julie told him that you got in argument with her about how she's too strict with your niece and nephew and she told you not to tell how to raise her kids. I can't remember the entire exchange of what else happened except I know she ended up calling you a dyke that won't ever know what it means to be a mother anyway and then you swore at her and hung up. While I can certainly see Julie's defensiveness about how to raise her children, I don't think it was right to say such hateful things, just because of your lifestyle choice."
"Lifestyle choice?" you say a bit confused as you're attempting to process everything.
"Oh right. I'm sorry Suzy. I know you were born that way. You explained it very well to your father and me when you came out years ago before graduating from college. We're just still a little old fashioned in our way of thinking and it lapses at times."

You do not believe this…

"But I'm not a…" you start to say, but then realize why bother correcting her? It would just confuse things for when their real Suzy arrives.

"…I'll try to make the attempt with Julie, but she really needs to apologize." You say instead.
"You always were the bigger person. And I wouldn't give it another thought as far as what she said about being a mother is concerned. There's always adoption and I also know you people are really big on all that artificial insemination stuff. I'm sure when the time is right you and Heather will…"
"Heather?"
"Yeah, your girlfriend. Wait, you didn't break up with her did you? She seemed so nice when you brought her here for us to meet her…"
"No…no…I didn't break up with her, um… so how is Kelly again?" you ask really wanting to change the subject.

"Kelly? Well she's Kelly. Still one of this town's finest and doing a good job at it. Wish she'd find a better man to settle down with though. She seems to flip back and forth between these various loser guys that are so far beneath her it isn't even funny. She really could do so much better and it's not like there haven't been several good men that have made genuine attempts to woo her. She doesn't want to be tied down though and it's her life I suppose."

Well now you've heard everything. You truly are in bizarro world.

"You okay dear?" mom asks.
"Yeah, yeah I'm just fine mom." You answer
"Well enough about your siblings, how are you doing? You working on a new book yet?"
"New book?"
"Yeah, you started writing a new book again? I know last time you said you had a bit of writer's block. Honestly I don't know how you come up with all the ideas you do. You've written like three books already. I know I don't have the imagination to do that, but you always were creative even as a little girl."

So that's what you do. You're a writer. Makes sense actually. In fact you almost want to kick yourself of why the hell you never tried your hand at it in your own reality. You certainly procrastinate enough.

"I've got a few ideas in my head I suppose. Writing is never an exact science."

Before you have to make up more shit on the fly, dad comes walking in.

"Smells good in here already. Anyway I fixed the light and now I'm going to the hardware store, I'll be back later."
"If you already fixed the light, why do you have to go to the hardware store?" you mother asks.
"I have to replenish all the stuff I used." He says, but mom doesn't look convinced.
"Okay I just want to go because I really want a new drill." Dad breaks down and admits.
"George you're really silly sometimes when you try to make up stories."
"Well it's where Suzy gets her story telling ability from!" dad remarks and pats you on the shoulder giving you a smile, which you return.

"Okay, see you both later." Dad remarks and leaves the kitchen with Mom still smiling about the silliness.

"You and dad seem very happy." You remark.
"Of course we are. Why wouldn't we be? We're enjoying our elderly years together, we've had a successful marriage, we have three successful children that love us, grandchildren, a nice home, what more could one hope for?"

What more indeed. You're still thinking about what the hell you're going to do with your own life.

Despite a few major differences in your alternate self, you'd still switch places with her. She's got everything, a formal higher education, successful career, a fancy car, a significant other and most importantly a loving family.

You begin to get lost in your own head, which is then disrupted by mom.

"Suzy? Suzy?" mom asks.
"Huh? Yeah?" you answer.
"Are you really okay? You've been sort of spacing out lately."
"Oh, yeah. Well like I said, I've got a few story ideas in my head and sometimes I get lost in thought."
"Okay. Well I really have to go to the bathroom, can you finish cutting those carrots?"
"Oh yeah, sure mom." You reply.

Your mom leaves the kitchen leaving you alone with your thoughts and cutting up carrots. You increasingly become melancholy as you dwell on how things still suck for you and as you're apt to do, you begin talking to yourself.

"(Sigh) Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, only you could find the negative out of the one relatively positive thing about thing about this fucked up week. Pull yourself together girl. You survived a hell of a lot worse than this. You wanted to be self-sufficient, we this is a good start. A fresh new world is your oyster and you've got plenty of opportunity…"

Suddenly you hear a phone ring. It's the land phone on the kitchen wall. You walk over and nearly grab it immediately, but then you remember you're not really supposed to be here.

However, you then notice the caller I.D.

Suzy.

You are compelled to pick up.

"Hello?" you answer.
"Hey. Mom? Is that you?" the voice on the other end says.

You pause. You never realized that you and your mother sounded so similar before.

"Yes, of course it's me honey. Who else would it be?" you say.
"I dunno, you sound a little different. Might be that ratty old land phone you have though, I keep telling you to get a cell!"
"Oh you know me dear, your father and I are a bit set in our ways."
"Don't I know it. Ha ha! Nah, I know you guys really do try. So hey, I was just calling to let you know I'm coming a little bit earlier and I'll probably be there sometime late tonight. Like probably after midnight."
"You are?"
"Yes, like I said I just wanted to let you know so you guys don't get too mad when I'm knocking on your door late at night waking you up…unless you want me to stay at the town's motel until tomorrow morning. I know you guys go to bed early."

It is at this moment that the dark idea your mind has been dancing around for quite some time isn't going away and is now in full bloom.

If you just got rid of this Suzy, all your problems would be solved. You just have to muster the fortitude to do it…

[User] You tell Suzy to go to the motel

[Assistant]
If you're going to do this, it's better that you do it away from the house. There is exactly one motel in this town anyway so it'll be real easy to find her.

"I'm sorry dear, but your father has been a bit jumpy lately due to a recent string of burglaries. I wouldn't want him suddenly pulling a shotgun on you just because you're knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Nevermind the fact he'll be pretty grumpy anyway. He hasn't been sleeping well as you might expect." You answer.
"Yikes! Well I guess maybe I should stay at the motel then, I don't want to cause grief. The Jinn Inn is still open right?" she says.
"Yep, as far as I know." You answer.
"Okay, guess I'm staying there. Ugh, just hate the idea of staying there due to it being so dirty looking. It's like one step up from that awful trailer park outside of town. I dunno how that place has stayed open so long."
"Well the hookers in town need to ply their trade somewhere."
"Mom! I've never heard you talk like that before!" She exclaims.
"Well I'm not a prude dear, despite what you might think of me."
"Mom, I don't think you're a prude. I know you're very open-minded. You're just usually pretty reserved with how your talk."
"Well I'm full of surprises, just like you are. Where do you think you got it from?"
"Hah, guess you're right. Okay then, I suppose I shouldn't really talk so much while I drive. I guess I'll be seeing you on Saturday after all. Give my love to dad."
"I will dear."
"I love you mom."
"I love you too Suzy." You say before hanging up.

You don't have much time, you have to prepare and make a plan of what you're going to do.

"Did I hear you on the phone out here?" you mother says walking into the kitchen.
"Huh? Oh, yeah just someone trying to sell something. They were really persistent." You reply.
"I can tell, you hardly cut up any of the carrots."
"Sorry, I guess I got caught up in telling them to never call here again. I should have just hung up I suppose."
"No worries, I've gotten directly angry at those telemarketer types too."
"Hey mom, I've got some things I left here that I want to get and I know they're probably in my room somewhere or maybe even the basement, you don't mind if I go take care of that do you?"
"No, not at all. We can talk later. Let me know if you're looking for something in particular. I might know where it is."
"I will mom."

You head to your room to try to formulate a plan. You figure the easiest way to do this is to hang out near or around the motel parking lot and watch for a silver sports car. When you see what room she goes to, you can just blitz attack her as she's attempting to open it up and take care of her in the motel room itself. You just need to be quick.

So, now that you have her, now you have to kill her. You're going to need something quick and not noisy. A knife you suppose, but that might take more than one stab unless you cut her throat or something. The bat you got from the Gray Building might work, if you smash her in the head multiple times. The thing is you don't want is to splatter a bunch of blood all over the place. The Jinn Inn might be shady and dirty enough that a few blood spots on their carpets aren't going to raise an eyebrow, but if you make it look like the chainsaw massacre, you will cause attention and it isn't like you're going to have all the time in the world to clean it up. The goal is to make the kill and replace her as efficiently as possible.

Which brings you to the idea of how you're going to dispose of the body since you can't just leave a dead doppelganger of yourself in the motel room. You're definitely going to have to haul it out into the wilderness-surrounding town. Dragging it to one of the trunks of the car is going to be the most difficult part. (You still aren't sure which one you'll take) Dragging her body out might be less risky if you at least wrapped it in something; you think you saw some things in the basement that might come in useful.

Once you get the body into the trunk though, you just need to drive far enough away so it isn't discovered. Even if it is, maybe you should mutilate the face so it can't be identified. Pull out the teeth?

Your murder plans are temporarily broken up by your thoughts of Bobby. You didn't often speak to Bobby about his "religious practices", but in the few times you dared to ask questions, he did explain helpfully about how he went about things. You never dreamed that such knowledge might come in handy.

You make a mental note of everything you might need. You grab an old duffle bag out of the closet and fill it with some of her old clothing from her drawers. You figure you're probably going to need new clothing to wear after your grim work.

When you head downstairs you find that dad has returned.

"Hey Suzy, where are you off to?"
"Oh just putting some stuff of mine in the car, hey dad I was thinking about painting my place when I get back home. I noticed some old tarps and blankets in the basement, you wouldn't mind if I took those would you?" you ask.
"Oh no, go ahead. Take whatever you might need." He says.

You head to your car and throw the duffle bag in, then you return to the house and head down into the basement.

You grab some of the folded up tarps and then you notice some of the old tools and other junk down here. Are you going to need an axe to chop up the body? Maybe you should take a shovel to bury it in the wilderness? You remember they stuffed a body into a luggage case in one movie…

"Fuck it, I'm still not sure what I'm going to do, I better just take all this shit. Dad did say to help myself." You say and make a couple trips up and down the basement, loading up your car with tools, tape, bags, and tarps in the process. (And being to keep the shovel and axe hidden within the tarps since the last thing you need is a question about why you might need those)

By the time you're done, you're about ready to go do the deed right now, but it's still too early. Besides, you can't just disappear for all day and night, your parents would wonder. You're going to have to come up with an excuse of why you're going to be gone.

As you're piecing together an excuse, when you get back in the house your mom sees and addresses you again.

"You going to have dinner with us in a half hour or so?" she asks.
"…yes…of course. I have to leave though afterwards."
"Leave? You just got here!"
"I don't mean leave to go back to Security City, I just mean…well I've been in contact with a former school friend through the Internet and she's sort of been going through some tough times. I promised I'd meet up with her when I was visiting."
"Oh…well I certainly understand. Who was this friend? Do I know her? Though I suppose I only ever remember Julie due to you two hanging together a lot."

You very briefly blank on making up a name on the spot, however you do come up with one rather quickly.

"Um, Diana. Her name was Diana Morningstar. She never came over here, since her parents were always a bit strict, but I always got along with her in school. She wasn't very popular, but I always felt a bit sorry for her so I was sort of her only real friend. Though I imagine she probably put more stock into it than I did, I mean I was still just a shallow kid at the time and wanted to hang out with Julie since we could have fun together like normal young teens. I sort of lost contact with her when her parents pulled her out of school altogether and home schooled her. I think they were religious nuts."

Your mother just shakes her head.

"See, parents like that just shouldn't have children. That's a shame. Well I'm glad to hear that you showed that girl a bit of kindness. I'm sure she's glad you're in contact again and will be happy to see you. You always were thoughtful." Your mother says and then mentions that you should take a spare key for the house from the desk in the front room just in case you come home late and they're already asleep.

Eventually it's dinnertime and you have dinner with your mom and dad. Through a bit of conversation you do learn a little more about your "life" here and through careful weaving and quick thinking, you manage to navigate through questions you might not otherwise know the answers to. To be honest though, you're only just barely paying attention to any of it, because you're so preoccupied.

While you're apparently calm on the outside, you're really a ball of nervous energy and as soon as dinner is over you nearly rush out of the house, though you do grab the spare house key for appearances.

You say goodbye to your parents and leave the house. It's night, but it's still too early for her to be at the motel yet, well at least you hope that's the case since that will change up your plans of how to get to her.

You spend a bit of time driving around trying to put yourself in the mind frame to do this. You can't afford to choke; this is a life or death decision quite literally. You need to do this for your future life here. The life that you deserved…but why are you so much more deserving? Didn't this Suzy work hard to get what she got even if she had a few advantages? Are you just too overwhelmed with jealousy? How can you genuinely desire to find the inner strength to kill?

"For fuck's sake Suzy, you were going out with a cultist for fuck's sake and you had no problem with him killing people! Is this really all that surprising?" you exclaim to yourself.

Maybe this is genetic. Maybe you take after Uncle Ed. (Who you learned didn't exist in this reality when your mom mentioned being an only child at dinner) Maybe it was your fucked up upbringing. Maybe it was your environment. Maybe there was always darkness in you and you were just too damn lazy for it ever to fully thrive.

Well it's thriving now. Is it ever. You've got more motivation than you ever have before. Maybe it's because there is so much at stake. Maybe it's because on some level you actually hate yourself and by killing this Suzy, well it's like killing yourself without the actual downside of dying.

Whatever the reason, you can't waste anymore time thinking about whether this is right or wrong. Your life hasn't exactly been "right" for a very long time, but if everything goes according to plan, your life will be getting there.

Well at least that's how you're convincing yourself this time around. Just like you've convinced yourself of several other things this week, you succeed in convincing yourself of this too. It's getting a lot easier.

You stop driving around town and finally head to the motel. You'll wait the rest of the time out in the parking lot.

When you get to the Jinn Inn, it isn't quite as bad as the one in your reality, but you definitely see some shady characters popping into the rooms. You see no sign of a silver sports car though and you do take the time to check. She's not here yet so you just park in a strategic location where you can see all the traffic coming in and out. When she arrives, you'll definitely see her.

Hours pass, but you never lose focus. And eventually your vigilance pays off. You see a silver sports car. It actually isn't as fancy as you thought it might be, probably was bought used, but it's certainly more than you ever had.

You watch her park close to the motel rooms and then you see her get out of the car. She's dressed in casual clothing and carries a small purse, but when you watch her walk to the motel check in office, you notice she carries herself with an air of self-confidence. It's like it doesn't matter that the area she's around is shit, she knows she's better and isn't at all intimidated by the element here.

It is at this moment you grab your baseball bat and get out of the car still keeping an eye out and crouching down behind the vehicles. Fortunately nobody else happens to be lingering around the lot at the moment. Hopefully it stays that way.

You soon see her come out of the check in office and as stealthily as you can you run over behind more cars and get closer. You watch where she walks to and continue to keep a look out for anyone else that might suddenly pop up. You just need to stay hidden as you follow her and then rush her when she finally opens up her room. You silently thank your luck for once since she seems to not be very aware of her surroundings and only focuses on heading towards her room.

"Stupid, arrogant bitch…" you say to yourself.

Your stalking soon ends when you see her reach her room. It's a perfect opening too. Nobody is around and she fumbles with the keys a bit giving you time to get closer before making that mad sprint as soon as she opens her room… and then you strike.

Your target opens the door and enters her room. She turns around to close the door just in time to see you up close in front of her hitting her with face with the bat. It isn't a full swing, but rather a hard "poke", but it's enough to break her nose and cause her to go falling to the floor.

You quickly slam the door shut behind you and you briefly think about beating her brains in with the bat, but then you realize that will probably be messy.

"You…" is all she manages to get out before you kick her in the face to shut her up. Then you pounce on top of her and after turning her over, you use the bat sideways and you press it up against her throat as hard as you can as you pull back.

She gasps and struggles for her life, but it's no use, your determination to kill her is much stronger than her abilities to fight for her life.

"Shhhhh…just let go….just let go…everything is going to work out and your parents won't be losing a daughter at all. Just let go…." You whisper.

Soon you hear a crunching sound of perhaps crushing bones in her neck or her windpipe or something. Whatever it is, her struggle temporarily becomes more violent and jerky with her limbs attempting to flail about. It almost feels like you're riding her like a wild pony, but soon this outburst is muted and then nothing.

Suzy collapses dying with her face partially in a small puddle of her blood and spital, leaving you sitting on top of a corpse's back. You eventually stand up taking in what you've done. You're hot and sweaty, but strangely invigorated.

"(Whew) And I thought I was going to choke." you say and then start to chuckle at your own dark joke.

Well the first part of the deed is done, now comes the more labor inducing part. Getting rid of her body.

You've actually managed to keep the mess to a minimum by choking her to death, so you're wondering if you shouldn't just grab the tarps from the car, roll her ass up in them, duct tape it together and take her to the trunk.

She might be your size, (Okay slightly lighter) but it isn't like you're used to carrying bodies around. While there wasn't anyone out there, the last thing you need is someone seeing you fumbling around with a body, even one wrapped in a tarp.

If you wanted to play it safe, you suppose you could drag her to the bathroom and chop her up in the bathtub. It will definitely take longer and you might make more of a mess, but you could always carry her out in several pieces in that big luggage bag you brought with you.

[User] You keep her in one piece

[Assistant]
The more you think about it, chopping her up is likely just going to complicate things. Your goal is to get rid of her body as quickly as possible and really all you need to do that is drive her dead ass to the wilderness and dump it. You probably over thought this by bringing all that shit with you.

No matter, better to have it and not need it rather than the other way around.

You quickly search her body, but find nothing of interest. The purse that she dropped on the floor when you smashed her in the face contains all the important stuff, but you figure you'll have to go through it when you have more time.

You go to the car grabbing the tape and tarps and return to the room. So far it's still pretty quiet out there, you just hope it stays that way.

You begin rolling her up in one of the tarps and then wrap duct tape around her like mummy. You then roll her up in a second tarp, which you also tape up. It's not exactly the neatest, but you believe you've got her firmly wrapped up tight.

You make the effort to clean up a little bit of the blood that was left on the motel carpet, you only got soap and water from the bathroom to work with, but it isn't like you're cleaning up brains and gore so you think you're good.

You sit on the bed for a little while taking a break from your task thinking about which car you want to use. You suppose it doesn't matter, though the sports car probably has a smaller trunk, then again you loaded up your own car with a bunch of stuff, so you're probably going to have to rearrange stuff to make room.

You get up and using the car keys from the purse, you check out the sports car to see just how big the trunk is. After some inspection you decide that it's probably just big enough for your purposes. It isn't like it's a big body after all.

You still think it might be a good idea to bury the body though, so you grab the shovel out of your car and put it in the backseat of the sports car.

"Okay Suzy, let's do this." You say to yourself and head back inside to get her body.

You pick up the body and it really isn't easy. It isn't like you're literally carrying "your own weight" on a regular basis, not to mention a dead body is somewhat awkward to attempt to carry even if you do have it wrapped tight.

You get to the trunk of the sports car and start swearing when the body's weight begins to take its toll and you even up dropping it on the cement before you can even attempt to get it into the trunk.

"Shit!" you exclaim and then quickly look around to see if anyone is watching or around. You're still in luck that nobody is around. (You guess the hookers are really busy with their tricks tonight)

With some effort, you manage to pick the body back up and cram it into the trunk. Cram is definitely the correct word since you miscalculated and the trunk was slightly smaller than your thought. You actually have to lift your leg to stomp the body into the trunk before you can close it properly.

When you're done with that, you go back into the room to make sure you haven't forgotten anything and grab her purse before you leave.

As you start up the car and leave you figure you'll drive north of town, drag her into the woods, find a good spot and start digging a hole. You have no idea how long that's all going to take, but you imagine you'll have to come up with another excuse for your parents about why you were out all night. You figure you'll just make up something about Diana again. Never thought that bitch would come in so handy.

You also figure you'll have to come back for your own car as well since it will look pretty strange coming back home with the silver one. You suppose when you finally stop "visiting" your parents you can always come back for the silver one and just abandon this one.

It's all a lot to deal with still, and you're already partially frustrated and tired from all the dead body lifting.

Thanks to this fatigue and the sports car going slightly faster than when you were driving the other one, you end up going past the designated speed limit in the area and misfortune strikes, you attract the attention of a hidden police vehicle. The sirens and blinking lights soon follow.

You curse loudly and briefly think about just speeding up and getting the hell out of town, but you instead remain calm. You have this Suzy's ID and everything so as long as you don't act suspicious, you'll probably be fine. In fact, knowing the cops in this town, all you'll have to do is flutter your eye lashes at them a bit and you'll probably get let go with just a warning.

You slow down and pull over.

"Keep your head Suzy, you're in the home stretch…" you say closing your eyes and trying to maintain your cool.

A tall and bulky cop soon comes out of the car and walks over to you. At first you figure it's going to be a guy, but then your heart sinks when you see who it really is.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't baby sister." Kelly remarks.
"Fuck." You inadvertently exclaim, losing whatever composure you were attempting to have.
"Fuck? Now is that anyway to greet your big sister? I heard you were in town visiting mom and dad. What are you doing out so late breaking traffic laws?"
"I'm just coming back from an old friend's house okay? And I wasn't that much over the speed limit."
"Rules are rules Suzy, but then you always DID think there was a separate set of rules for you didn't you? Yeah, always the favorite getting your own way…"

You can't believe this. Even in this reality, Kelly is still a fucking jealous bullying asshole to you. Some things never change.

Kelly notices you're looking a little annoyed and anxious by her stop.

"What's wrong Suzy? No pithy come back college girl?" Kelly asks.
"Look, you win Kelly, you got me. I obviously broke the law and you got me. Just write me the damn ticket already." You remark.
"Not sure if I like your tone sis…in fact you're acting a little odd. What old friend might have you been visiting anyway in this town? Figured when you moved away you were glad to leave everyone behind. Not to mention the only person I ever remember you hanging out with was Julie and I hear you're not on speaking terms anymore."
"Just some girl from school days I've had contact with over the Internet. I promised I would visit her. I'm just on my way back to mom and dad's."
"Ohhh, girl huh? This wouldn't be some midnight booty call for you would it? Some old secret labia-licking friend you had when you were still in the closet? I thought you had a steady girlfriend. Guess more rules that you don't give a shit about."

You know you should keep your composure, but Kelly is really getting on your nerves.

"Are you going to give me the ticker or not?" you ask.
"I'll give you this fucking baton up your ass if you don't stop giving me shit! In fact why don't you get the hell out of the car, you're acting really suspicious." Kelly remarks.

You sigh and shake your head.

"Of course. Nothing is ever easy for me." you say and then you quickly turn the car back on.

"HEY! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! STOP!" Kelly shouts and grabs at the wheel while you attempt to drive off.

You manage to actually get a few feet before Kelly manages to grab the key out of the ignition. You punch Kelly in the face multiple times, but she's undeterred in her job of arresting you.

Kelly returns your punches with a couple elbows to the face and then pulls you out of the car through the window.

"You're in deep fucking shit now little sister. You just assaulted a goddamn officer of th…ugh!" Kelly grunts when you punch her as hard as you can in the crotch. It slows her down and you attempt to grab her pistol.

You manage to undue the snap of the holster, but Kelly stops you from getting and further with a knee to your face. Now SHE pulls out the pistol and points it directly at you.

"Suzy, I'm telling you to fucking stop or I WILL fucking shoot you!" Kelly warns.

You don't stop though. Your grand plans have gone to shit once again and you're a loser here just like you were a loser in your own world. You're either going to get lucky and wrestle the gun away from Kelly, or she's going to shoot you. One thing you're not going to do is go to jail.

Kelly sensing her life is in genuine danger now, ignores all the pain she's in and no longer treats you like her "sister" and starts treating you like a dangerous criminal which you actually are at this point.

Kelly shoots you once in the chest, dropping you instantly. You strongly get the impression that she COULD have easily stopped you without a fatal shot, but you imagine that Kelly being herself probably saw this as a perfect opportunity.

"I fucking told you sis." Kelly remarks.
"(cough) I'm not your fucking sister, asshole. She's in the goddamn trunk…" you laugh while still coughing up blood at the same time.

Your last moments are looking the confused look on Kelly's face before she radios for back up and an ambulance.


[System] Run a text-based dark fantasy adventure game. Describe the world with gritty realism, respond to player actions with narrative consequences, and maintain the tone of a world where survival is never guaranteed.

[User] You circle the cabin and hit him from the side

[Assistant]
Running your tongue along your sharpening teeth, you move swiftly, your nostrils filling with the scent of the man's sweat, blood and stink. Your feet move swiftly from instinct, knowing exactly where to step as you swing around the cabin, spotting the man's flank.

Kill! Kill! KILL!

The voices in your head, get stronger, as you find your grip on your weapon tightening. You raise your shotgun, firing as the blast almost takes off the man's head, sending blood spraying onto the ground as you laugh.

You head turns as you let out a low, rumbling growl, staring at the cabin. Time to break inside and kill!


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You try to compromise

[Assistant]
"I can't guarantee you all that," you say. "It's simply too expensive."

"What can you guarantee?"

"Freedom, definitely as well as free reign to travel the ship. But we're not giving you free rooms, food, equipment and medical equipment as well as pay. Pick one."

"Fine, no pay," Olive says.

"That's a deal, then," you say.

Olive extends a hand, which you grip and shake extensively. Castus extends his hand, which you grab, but he twists your arm around, causing you to yelp painfully. He kicks away your foot and sends you to your knee, before bringing his sword up to your throat.

"Dead," he says with a smile.

"Well shit, Castus, what's wrong with you?"

"What? I was just preparing him for fighting. I thought we were supposed to be training him. First lesson, kid: trust no one. Now, get up."

Olive offers you a hand, smiling.


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You stay with Gloom

[Assistant]
It's a tempting offer, but if you double cross everyone you're going to soon find yourself with enemies on all sides.

"I appreciate you being up front with me with this offer and perhaps under better circumstances, I'd be more than happy to have you as allies, but think about it. If I backstab the Felians so easily after being allied with them, would you ever truly trust me?" you say.

Heather's look of hopefulness drops.

"No. No I suppose I wouldn't. But…I'm sure you wouldn't really want us as enemies." Heather says,
"Well that sounds like a threat." You say.
"It wasn't! That's not how I meant it! I just mean, if you're allied with the Felians, then we're going to eventually butt heads and I'd rather not have to fight you for practical and personal reasons."
"Well as you know the Felians haven't come to us for help. The best I can do if they do ask for help is tell them that their little war with you is their own affair and not in the best business interest of the League. What happens after that…well I'll still be here to assist the survivors should they need it."
"That's very…pragmatic of you. Though I suppose your word that you at least won't help the Felians is the best I can hope for. Very well, I shall leave you to your business. Good day."

Heather leaves and you're finally left alone. It's been a busy day.
A couple days pass and the time to meet up with Percy is at hand and you haven't been looking forward to it.

You meet Percy at the same tavern with the payment. Once again he's very friendly.

"On time as usual. Very glad that you value promptness as I am in a bit of a hurry. I believe I may have had too much fun here and I should be getting back. I thank you for your suggestions on where to go." Percy says.
"No problem, so will you be back next month at this time?" you ask.
"Probably not me, but someone will. Probably of much lesser importance of course. I was just here this time to extend the hand and make the deal as it were. Still glad we came to one."
"Yes, I agree. Better for business all around."
"Yes! Yes exactly!"
"Anyway, I have your payment. It's right outside loaded on that carriage you probably passed on your way in here."
"Yes, I trust the correct amount is in those chests. I mean I'm sure it is, but I think you know the issues that would occur if that wasn't the case."
"Yes, I'm quite aware.
"Good, and with that, our business is concluded. I bid you good day and wish you well in your future endeavors, especially if it's going to make the Syndicate money!"

Percy stands up, shakes your hand and leaves.

You're really going to hate this new arrangement. You send a message off to Vera explaining the situation.

Over the next few months, you start to really hate it as you start to feel the crunch of not having that extra surplus anymore. It's not really much of a problem for you personally per say, but the rest of the League members aren't exactly happy paying more dues as it were.

In fact when the Felians actually come to you for assistance on wiping out the Dornans, you legitimately have an excuse that you can't spare the people and it's not cost effective to do so. As expected Gloom is not very happy with you not helping, though you point out that you're not happy that he just suddenly sprung this on you and attempt to deflect the blame by claiming he was keeping secrets from you about his private war with the Dornans.

The ultimate results of that skirmish is eventual defeat of the Dornans, though with a very high cost to the Felians. The Felians wind up having less numbers than the Dornans had when the faction war was restarted. Little more than a handful and Gloom isn't counted among them any longer.

The new leader Dusk doesn't even renew contact with you and instead the temple returns to an isolationist mindset, keeping to themselves. You guess you've lost the Felians as an ally, but you're not quite concerned about that given how low their numbers are.

Around this time you get a message back from Vera who expresses concern about the new developments with the Syndicate.

She goes on to say that she'll be in Holgard in a few months with her usual cut. She says when she gets there you and her should speak more on this since it's a conversation that should take place in person.

You'll be looking forward to her thoughts on this matter since while things haven't gone to complete shit yet, you get the impression it won't be long.

[User] You time passes...

[Assistant]
Year 32

It's been awhile, but it's good to see Vera again even if she's just here for a visit. She's got some strong opinions on some of the changes that have happened recently though.

"I'm not sure if staying neutral was the best decision. We probably should have directly helped the Felians. They were our allies after all and now we don't have any." Vera says.
"We still have an understanding with the Baroness. So, we're not that bad off." You say.
"I suppose, but…"
"But what?"
"Well that's something I need to talk to you about because it could possibly affect the League."
"Well guess I better hear it then."

Vera takes a drink of the rum she's brought with her from Jicol before continuing.

"Okay, I guess I'll start at the beginning. Let's see…what do you know of Peter Varsakken? Youngest son of Vlad." Vera asks.
"Um, nothing actually. Didn't know there was another one of Vlad's spawn running around. Wait, is this another one of his bastards, like you?" you ask with a smirk.
"Oh no. He's very much legitimate. It's just that after he had a disagreement with his father and fled the city, all records were pretty much erased of him. He's basically been living in exile in the Delantium Kingdom. Peter's disagreement with his father involved the whole breaking away from the Delantium Kingdom in the first place. Peter was the only one who saw it as treason and remained loyal to Delantium. Over the years Peter has been trying to amass an army to take back the city."
"It's my understanding that the Delantium Kingdom hasn't exactly been in a big hurry to retake this place. I mean it's been decades hasn't it?"
"Well they've been sort of busy with other things, like their recent war with Nichan for example. While the ruling class over there doesn't want to spend their resources and treasury to take this place back, they certainly won't turn down someone else willing to do the job, and that's where Peter comes in. He's of noble birth, loyal to the kingdom and would be an excellent governor for this city and absorb it back into Delantium's fold."
"I see, and how do you know all this?"
"The captain who brought me here, Zamed has been privateering for the Delantium Kingdom. He was contacted by Peter who is still trying to amass a conquering force of men and ships to take back his birthright. In fact Zamed is supposed to be organizing the majority of a flotilla of Hessla privateers"
"And you trust this pirate?"
"Of course not, but I trust the fact that I know how to lay it down good enough that he told me all this stuff in the bedroom without me even asking."
"Okay, I don't need details on that part."
"Anyway, Peter's been at this for years ever since he got exiled. He's suffered many set backs in his quest to retake Holgard. Every time he's been on the verge of being ready, something has happened. This was partially thanks to the Ebony Claw Syndicate sabotaging his efforts in Delantium, and sometimes even the Temple of Fel would hinder his efforts as well. However, since things have changed drastically over the years in this city, he's in the best position he's ever been in to retake this place."
"What makes you think he won't get sabotaged again by either group? I mean the Ebony Claw might not have a direct presence here, but they're still making some coin from us. Same is somewhat true of the Felians, though different reasons. They're allies with the ECS, so they tend to help them and it isn't like the Felian Temple here is our enemy even if they aren't aligned or in any position to do anything in the first place."
"Perhaps, but I'm just not sure if the Baroness is a sure thing in the future. If Peter invades and assuming the League here survives the chaos of it, from what I've heard Peter is lot more of a law and order fanatic than his father and siblings. He's going to re-establish Delantium law here and that means a whole lot less freedom."
"So you think I should make a deal with this Peter Varsakken?"
"Heh, if I thought that might help, I might suggest it, but even if that was successful, you're still kicking a hell of a lot of coin to not just the Holgard government in bribes, but to the ECS for their cut as well. And that will be true even if Peter doesn't invade Holgard or fails."
"So what are you suggesting?"

Vera touches you hand.

"Leave here and come to Jicol." Vera says.
"What? I can't do that, I got shit to run here. Who am I going to leave in charge? Warts?"
"Leave whoever you want in charge. I'm suggesting that you completely abandon Holgard. I dunno, maybe make a deal with the Syndicate. Hand Holgard over to them as a one time pay off to not be taxed anymore. Our territory can be Jicol and they can have the rest. Seems like they might go for that."
"That would be severe pay cut and I'm not fond of the idea of running away."
"Oh come on, that's pride talking. Fuck pride. I mean this place is potentially standing in the way of a shitstorm and I'd rather pull you out of its direction. And while it might be a drop in coin, trust me we do just fine in Jicol. We'll do even better if we aren't paying off the Syndicate anymore too."
"Hmm, I'm interested in just HOW well you're doing in Jicol. I mean I figured you were always holding back a bit."
"What?! I'll have you know that I've NEVER skimmed off the top! While it is true much coin has been made under my management of the League, you've always gotten your cut! However…if you decide to come to Jicol, you may as well know, I do have a side business for my own independent of the League."
"Of your own, what would…"

You suddenly know immediately what Vera is engaged in.

"…oh wait. Shit. You're in the slave trade again aren't you?"

Vera's hand doesn't move away from yours, instead she just squeezes yours a bit more.

"I know! I know! I should have told you sooner, but it seemed cowardly in a letter and I felt I should at least tell you in person! I know you're not fond of slavery, but the location and demand was too good to pass up in Jicol. I'd be a fool if I didn't excel in something I was skilled in."
"Well I suppose I can't fault you for that. (Sigh)"
"You aren't yelling and screaming, I trust you're not mad?"
"No. I mean I'm hardly in a position to judge on any moral grounds and I don't even give a shit about the extra coin you're making. It's just…I dunno. Slavery is just one of those things I feel…icky about. Don't ask me why."
"How is it any different than making some dumb ass addicted to Purple Wish? They basically become a slave to the drug."
"The dumb asses getting addicted to Purple Wish have a choice. Look, as I said, I'm not pissed or anything like that, but if I was to come to Jicol, I'd have some strong feeling about you continuing your slave trade business. In any case I'm still not convinced that I should just run away. Speaking with Peter Varsakken would at least be a better idea, though I'm not exactly sure how I'd go about setting up a meeting with him…wait a minute, that pirate of yours Zamed. He wouldn't happen to be meeting him anytime soon would he?"
"I believe he's going to meet him after he leaves. In fact he tried to convince me that I should go with him, but I didn't see much point with the League attempting to ally with Peter for the same reasons I told you."
"Hmm, maybe I should go with him and try to meet with Peter. Feel him out and see if there is any potential there."
"I dunno. That really seems like a bad idea. I really wish you would just come to Jicol instead."

It's apparent that Vera's desire for you to go to Jicol is more than just pragmatic reasons. The girl is obviously carrying feelings for you. Always has most likely. If things were different, you might be more inclined to jump at the chance, but this fucking curse is sort of preventing you from such a thing, but that's not really your immediate concern right now.

Still, you aren't totally dismissing that idea. Vera usually has good instincts about this sort of thing so it might very well be a good idea to get the hell out of Holgard.

Then again, there's no certainty that Peter's even going to win, assuming he even invades in the first place. It would be pretty wasteful to just abandon everything you built here.

[User] You leave Holgard

[Assistant]
Making impulsive decisions based on other people's suggestions isn't something you normally do, but things here in Holgard have been one headache after another. Even if everything involving this potential invasion goes well, what's going to be the next major incident? A freak tidal wave destroying the city?

Seems like there is always some major shit going on in Holgard that affects the whole damn place and you're starting to wonder if it isn't just you that's cursed, but the whole fucking city.

Fuck it, why not? Maybe it's time for a change.

"Vera, okay. I'll come to Jicol." You say.
"I didn't think you'd actually listen to me about this." Vera says with a smile.
"Yeah well, I'm starting to re-examine things going on in my life and cutting down on potential problems even at great cost is a lot more inviting everyday. However, I obviously still can't just pick up a leave, I need to get shit together first. Might take a few weeks considering that I have to contact the Syndicate and who knows how long they'll take to get back with me, though I'm hoping fairly quick if I'm telling them about handing over Holgard to them."
"Oh of course. The rumors about Peter's invasion are he won't be ready for another year at least."
"Hm, well in any case, I'm still going to try to speed this up with the Syndicate. After that, then I can get the hell out of this city."

Vera at this point goes on about how she's glad that you're doing this. She also apologizes if she over stepped a boundary by touching your hand the way she did since she's aware of your whole "not fucking co-workers" policy. She goes on to say that she just sometimes feels very close to you and probably due to not seeing you for awhile combined with all the mess that's been going on caused her to briefly display greater affection. She says it won't happen again.

You aren't sure about Vera's feelings towards you or her slave trading, but you can address those later when you get there. The first major step is negotiating with the Syndicate since you aren't sure if they're actually going to let you walk away or not. If they don't, well that might put a crimp in your plans.

You soon say goodbye to Vera and start getting things in order. The Syndicate rep should be by in another week, you figure you can tell him directly that you wish to speak with someone higher up on the food chain about turning your holdings over.

When that day comes, the rep doesn't give you much argument about it and states that he will report this to his superiors immediately since he's sure that they will be very interested. He anticipates that you will probably get a message for a meeting time soon after he reports to them.

While you're waiting for that meeting, you keep going back and forth on when you should tell your own people about this. You figure that you should probably at least wait until after the meeting since it doesn't do any good getting them in a tizzy if things don't work out. You anticipate that it's going to be a mixed reaction at best.

Still, there is one person you tell since you figure they deserve to know.

"Geez, didn't expect dat." Wartz says.
"You pissed?" you ask.
"Pissed? Nah. I mean I sort of had a feelin' sumthin' like dis wuz comin. Shit in Holgard never stays stable fer long. Best ta get out now if dere's gonna be an invasion."
"You could come to Jicol, it isn't like the League is disappearing. It's just relocating."
"Naw, too far an' I don't wanna be on sum ship. Just thinkin' about bein surrounded by water makes me queasy. I guess I'm gonna just look inta opening up that trading post in Spiderfang territory like Snuffit suggested I do not too long ago. Probably should be closer ta family anywayz."
"Well I certainly wish you luck if that's what you're going to do."
"Luck? Got dat shit in abundance as long as I keep Yag's faith. I suggest you do the same. An' I'd also suggest dat youz just leave and not tell anyone else when da time comes."
"What, seriously?"
"Yeah seriously. You'll have a fuckin' riot on yer hands as soon as you break da news. Sum are gonna feel betrayed. Sum don't like the Syndicate. Others are gonna be tryin' ta take power. An all doze hobs you recruited? Theys just gonna be confused. Let da Syndicate handle the mess. I mean I trust dat Vera's already got people in Jicol right? Not like you need any of them from here anyway."
"So take off like a thief in the night then, I suppose I can do that. This is actually starting to sound easier and easier now. I'm just hoping that my meeting with the Syndicate goes well."

In a few days you get a message delivered to you from the ECS. It says that someone will meet you at the Blood Bandit in another week. You get the impression you know who that's going to be.

A week passes and sure enough while you're waiting at the Bloody Bandit, Percy comes walking in. He's as upbeat as he was the last time you met with him. He sits down and immediately orders a drink.

"Ah here on time as always. Glad to see you continue with that habit. And I also see that you've brought no other protection with you either for this meeting. Very interesting that you should be so trusting, but then your relationship with the Syndicate has been a cordial one so why should there be animosity?" Percy says.
"I want out." You reply.
"Excuse me?"
"I want out, and I'm willing to give up Holgard to the Syndicate completely in order to get out."

Percy sits back with a intrigued look on his face.

"I see. Well this is slightly different bit of business than I thought you had in mind. I thought perhaps you wanted to try to renegotiate our payment terms or perhaps ask for assistance in expanding to Klyton. A complete surrender of one's business to us without any force or influence at all is extremely rare. May I ask, why you're doing it?"
"Does it matter?"
"It may, because for all we know you might have some hidden agenda."
"There's no agenda, I'm just getting sick of this fucking city. I'm also sick of paying off the Syndicate. Since you consider this your territory anyway, you might as well have the headache of running it, because I'm done."
"Once you're in this game, you don't easily get out like you're proposing, but I don't think you're leaving anyway. The Syndicate is well aware that you have part of your organization on Jicol. We thought about expanding there ourselves on occasion."
"Okay, let's talk plain then. I'm handing over Holgard and ALL its holdings to you directly. That means you can take all the profits from here, influence shit how you see fit and probably do a much better job than I ever could. In exchange, you leave Jicol to the Nocturnal League."
"And why would we leave Jicol alone?"
"Because we're not a damn threat? We've never been a threat."
"Maybe the Nocturnal League by itself isn't a threat, but YOU on the other hand…I dunno…you have a reputation. I mean while this all looks advantageous to us, something about letting you run off to an island while you plot and scheme away from our immediate attention, well that seems fairly dangerous. Maybe you can't do anything to us now, but who can say in the years to come? It's best to keep and eye on you."
"You greatly overestimate my ambition and motivation to take on an organization such as the Syndicate."
"And you greatly underestimate our generosity and intelligence if you believe we'd just let you walk away."

While you're realizing this isn't going well. Percy happily takes his drink from the barmaid.

"I don't understand why you're fucking with me, don't you have an usurper to sabotage?" you blurt out getting frustrated.
"Usurper…ohhh, you know about Peter Varsakken's plans do you? Is that the real reason why you're leaving? Well if you were concerned that he was coming here to wreck the place you need not have been. You have my assurance that Peter will fail in his invasion as usual. Business here will not be disrupted." Percy remarks.
"Look, I don't really give a shit. I'm just saying that I'm OUT of Holgard regardless of that happening or not."
"Okay. Fine. Consider this a pardon from the Syndicate. You are free to leave, but what you won't be doing is running the Nocturnal League from Jicol. As far as the Syndicate is concerned, the Nocturnal League is just a tool for us to use as we see fit. We'll get someone else to run it. Maybe your second in command will be more receptive, we were thinking about contacting her anyway. She was an ex-Claw after all."
"Fuck, alright! Alright! You win, I'll stay here. If there isn't going to be an invasion I guess it won't be…"
"No." Percy says finishing off his drink.

Percy's remark catching you off guard.

"No? No what?" you reply.
"No. You won't be staying here. Clearly you're unhappy in Holgard and you're really unhappy with our business arrangement. Not really a good idea to keep someone on that's a ball of anger and frustration. So as I said, you are a free man and the world is your oyster. I'd advise you not entering the Delantium Kingdom, Holgard or Jicol though as you are no longer welcome in ECS territory." Percy says.

This asshole's not even negotiating anymore.

"Well I guess concludes our business and it looks like I'm going to be staying here a little longer to sort things out. I'll give you the day to gather your belongings and leave the city. Hmmmm, maybe I should contact that rogue Temple to Fel while I'm here too. They probably should be brought back into the fold…"

At this point Percy leaves the table and doesn't pay any more attention to you. You can't believe what just happened. EVERYTHING has just been stripped away from you and worse. This isn't what you wanted and you all you can feel is that frustration and anger Percy referenced earlier.

So much so that you waste no time in standing up and pulling out your pistol with every intention of shooting Percy in the back. You know you're going to be hunted forever by the ECS after this, but you don't even care. They were imposing so much on your life anyway, you feel you have nothing to lose.

You empty your pistol into Percy's back as he's walking towards the door. The few tavern patrons run for cover and every shot hits him.

Or at least they would have if it were actually him.

Whatever shadow magic tricks he was using have fooled you completely as the shots pass right through the false image and into the solid oak door. You then feel two sharp blades thrust hard into your back. You crumple to the floor instantly.

"Thank you for that. This was a much easier course of action rather than potentially having to deal with you later down the road."

Percy crouches down next to you as you attempt to crawl away.

"Not the most noble of ends, but still better than most in our line of work. And if it's any consolation, Sydicate leadership was thinking about having you done away with eventually anyway. Honestly, they should have done it a long time ago, but…well I'm but a servant to a greater purpose."

With those last words, Percy grabs you by the hair to lift your head up and slits your throat.


[System] You are the game master of a dark fantasy text adventure. The world is dangerous and choices matter. Narrate with immersive detail and let the story unfold naturally from the player's decisions.

[User] You battered Golden Shield (Empire of Man)

[Assistant] "The Shield? The Shield... Ah, yes! The shield! I took it off some fancy knight who drank too much and fought too little. Let me tell you about men, little one, there's a lot of them, but they're weak, stupid and cowardly. They break easily. They're the biggest threat to our little old home, but they're too busy fighting the elves to come fuck with my tribe."


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You fire bolts of Psychic energy

[Assistant] You fire bolts of Psychic energy, but the Troupe easily dodges the blasts, leaping, ducking and jumping. You only manage to catch one, killing her instantly, before the Troupe strikes. Immediately, three of them are upon you. You fly out of the way of one and set the second alight, before the third leaps at you. You back out of their way, avoiding a sword blow, before you're stabbed through the back, and you collapse to your knees, before a blow takes your head off.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You join Muspratt

[Assistant] You serve with Muspratt aboard the Bellerophon for three years. Your narrow escapes from death have had a great effect on both of you and in all your service you hardly speak a word, just quietly and diligently working together. Cholera spreads through the crew one winter and both of you quickly catch the disease and weaken. You die of the illness just five years after the execution of your companions and are just one of the several anonymous bodies cast into the sea that day.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You keep quiet

[Assistant]
You close your mouth. She obviously doesn't want to talk about it and you still have things to do before Zaren... Does whatever Zaren does.

You play with the folds of your belt and you and Ophelia stand in silence for a moment.

"Thank you... I just... I'll explain it later. We've things to do now. I understand that things must be confusing for you -- it was for me, and even I had some experience with The Court before I joined it. It just... I've never done this before." Ophelia is quiet with this last sentence. "Zaren has people for this. I don't understand why he told me to help you. Then again, I don't understand why he does anything he does."

The lift starts to move again.

"Where to next?"


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You will question him about his plans.

[Assistant]
"My plans? MY plans?", Farhan cackles. "They are not my plans. And if I tell you, then what? You'll call of this beast? You will?"

You try to answer, but he does not let you: "No, I can see my death in its eyes. But I tell you one thing. It wasn't my plan, I was just my masters' tool. The princess... hah... it was a good plan, though... it would have worked, if not for..." His voice trails off and his eyes suddenly have a glazed over look.

Then, he smiles a half crazed smile, and raises his blade as if to salute to you. When he turns it around as if to impale himself, the black wolf leaps.

You turn away in disgust, but the screams of the dying man and the sounds of wolfteeth tearing into living flesh will haunt your nightmares for a long time to come.


[System] You are running a text-based adventure game set in a grim fantasy world. Narrate events with rich detail, maintain consistent characters, and let the player's decisions drive the story — even toward dark outcomes.

[User] You don't warn him

[Assistant]
It's pointless, even if you did warn Bobby then what? You can't count on him to help you and you'd be at Uncle Ed's mercy. No, you need to go through with this.

You just hope you can convince Bobby to actually go into the woods. From the sound of it, he's not to happy with his dad right now who's supposed to be in the woods, so it wouldn't be likely he'd follow you there to do anything sexual.

You decide to try a different approach.

"Bobby. I know it might not be my place, but I think you should make up with your father."
"What?! You're taking his side? Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?!" he snaps. "Hold on slow down, I sympathize with you. I really do. But remember he's family."

Bobby calms down and listens to you.

"Sometimes family can be overbearing and annoying and all of that. Trust me I know. But like I said, they're still family. And when it comes down to it, they're the only ones who you can usually count on. There's a bond there. A strong one that shouldn't be easily broken over a silly argument. I'm sure deep down you dad cares about you."

Bobby looks at you and nods.

"Yeah…yeah…I suppose you're right. My dad has always been there for me. For all of us. He must care, I mean I'm the next one to take his place in case anything happens to him. I guess he just wants the best for me. I need to go find him."
"You want me to come with you?"
"Heh, no you've done enough. Besides I'm trying to make up with the old bastard, if he sees you, it might get complicated. I need to go alone. Thanks though. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." Bobby says quickly getting up to leave.
"Yeah. Maybe. H…hey I'll stay here though in case he comes out and you miss him okay?" you shout at Bobby, but he's already entered the woods.

You wait at the table for awhile in the darkness. There isn't a soul around. You continue to look into the woods waiting for someone to step out. Bobby, Uncle Ed, Pa Morningstar, anyone…

"So you ready to go Suzy?" you hear Uncle Ed say as he puts a hand on your shoulder and scaring you again.
"Oh shit! Fuck! You scared me!" you gasp. "Where the hell did you come from, I didn't see anyone come out of the woods.
"Oh I took the scenic route. You should be more alert though and look all around you so you don't get anyone to sneak up on you again. Come on the van's in the parking lot."

You head towards the lot with Uncle Ed by your side the entire time. He's pretty quiet on the way to the van. He's not even staring at you anymore. Doesn't make him any less creepy or dangerous though. In fact the trip back home in the van is pretty quiet as well half way through.

"So, Suzy how did you manage to do that?" Ed suddenly asks.
"Do what?"
"Get those Morningstars to go into the woods, separately too I might add. Boy that made things a lot easier. Thanks. But I never saw you. In fact I thought you'd screwed up at first when I only saw Pa Morningstar there wandering around and so early."
"Well, he and his son had an argument. Pa stormed off into the woods to cool off, shortly before I even got there. So that's why you bumped into him so quickly."
"Really? Guess that was a lucky break for you then. What about the son?"
"I convinced Bobby to make up with his father, because it was important that family stick together no matter what. So he went into the woods to do so."

Uncle Ed nods.

"Well it didn't go quite as planned, but it went easier than I expected. And more importantly I'm pretty sure I can trust you now. But not just because you're an accomplice to murder now, but because of what you just said about it being important that family stick together. You really do believe that don't you?"

You look at Ed, and it takes a lot of effort, but you convince yourself that you do.

"Yes, I do."

Ed nods again and doesn't speak again until you get back home at which point he says one last thing to you before you get out of the van.

"You're a good girl Suzy. A very good girl. Your Mom would be proud. Hell, you didn't even need to rely on your looks. You're one of the rare ones. (Sigh) Wish things were different, y'know? But things are what they are. Guess I better leave. No sense in causing you distress. This isn't the life for you. I'll be out of here by morning."

Ed starts to laugh as he gets out of the van.

"Ha ha I just thought of something funny. I killed those two because they were encroaching on my territory, but now I'm leaving anyway. Oh well, guess it just wasn't their night."

You leave Ed to his morbid sense of humor and back to the "safety" of your basement. You don't leave it for days. You swing from emotion to emotion. Guilt, fear, sickness, sorrow, etc. Eventually you leave to check the garage, because you just have to know if he really left, and he did. Apparently Moon Shadow and Tommy moved into the garage shortly after Ed left. The garage has been completely redecorated into a much "happier" place.

In time you learn to live with what you were involved in, but you become even more distant and introverted. You never leave the basement again.


[System] Narrate an interactive dark fantasy adventure. The world is brutal and unforgiving. Respond to the player's actions with vivid, immersive descriptions and let their choices carry real weight.

[User] You remain on Java waiting for another ship

[Assistant] When Bligh and his two companions depart there remains fourteen of the Loyal Bounty crew in Java under the command of Sailing Master John Fryer. He finally finds a ship willing to take you all home but they require you all to do some labor first, either moving supplies from the island's interior upriver or by the docks loading them on. A party of four: Midshipman William Elphinstone, Quartermaster Peter Linkletter, Acting Surgeon Thomas Ledward and Seaman Robert Lamb volunteer to move supplies down river while the rest work with Fryer to load the ship.

[User] You help move the supplies by river

[Assistant] You help the other group move the supplies by river and quickly realize you have made a mistake. All five of you are seriously bitten by mosquitoes and quickly develop malaria. You are the first to die just ten days after getting the illness, the others die either on Batavia or on the ship on the way home. Your companions return to England safely where they join Bligh in reporting the Mutiny on the Bounty.