[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 make an attempt to escape

[Assistant]
You aren't going to stick around to be someone's lab rat only to probably get disposed of later. And you know enough about the Morningstar family that they're all a bunch of damn psychos at their core. You need to make your escape now.

Lilith undoes your straps and you're soon free. You sit up, stretch and then make out like you're about to fall.

"Oh shit." You say and Lilith quickly comes to your aid to prevent you from "falling."
"Whoa, easy there, you o…" Lilith starts to say and then you elbow her in the face.

Lilith falls to the floor and you grab a particularly sadistic looking knife from the table. Lilith is remarkable quick to recover because by the time you've done all this, she' already run to the door and opened it.

"LESLIE!" she shouts before you manage to grab her hair and put the knife to her throat.
"Don't move. I don't want to kill you, but I will to get out of here." You warn.
"This was a very stupid thing to do Suzy. If you'd cooperated you would've gotten out of here in a few days at most. Now you've sealed your own death certificate."
"Quiet! Now I'm taking your vehicle, so I'm going to need your keys. After I grab those I'll be leaving and if YOU cooperate you won't get hurt. So you better tell me where we're going and NOT shout for help again!" You say.
"(Sigh) Fine. I have my keys with me in my pocket. We just have to go to the vehicle. This way." Lilith says and the pair of you leave the room.

You constantly look around thinking you're going to see Lilith's brother coming around a corner, but so far nothing. Lilith tells you which way to go and eventually you're heading up the stairs. It's at this point Lilith starts talking shit again.

"You're not getting away with this you know. My brother's going to stop you before you can escape and when that happens…well you think things were going bad in your life before? You're going to soon learn that they're going to be infinitely worse."
"Yeah well I haven't seen him yet. I guess he didn't hear you. Probably too busy with his experiments or whatever fucked up shit you two do here. Christ, your family is fucked up."

Lilith laughs.

"Yes, and that apparently that didn't stop you from dating one of us." She says.
"That was different!" you snap.
"Of course it was. Extreme situations tend to create unusual pairings. Such as the one you and Bobby had. Although I think it was more unusual for him rather than for you given how much of a slave he is to some of my family's sillier traditions."

You get to the ground floor.

"Bobby saved you like some damsel in distress from your mean old serial killer uncle. Makes sense you'd latch on to him the way you did. In a way you're very much like one of those fairly tale princesses locked away in a tower, except in your case, you locked yourself away in your basement. Bobby was your Prince Charming."

You continue to ignore Lilith's ramblings.

"Now of course you still KNEW what Bobby was, but you willingly looked past that. Why? Was it love? No, even if you thought it was at first. If it was love you would've married him in his compound instead of being here. Was it low self esteem? Possibly. But even as introverted as you are, you're still a very pretty girl and you have to know that on some level…I mean even YOU aren't that stupid."
"Will you shut up?"
"Not to mention you seem to be fine by yourself. Even Bobby mentioned that you seemed to prefer your own company when you weren't with him. So where does that leave us Suzy? Why would you willingly date someone from a family as fucked up as ours? Do you know the answer?"
"Shut the hell up, I don't care! Just tell me where the front fucking door is!" you exclaim.
"Next two rooms to the right."

Lilith is quiet again and you make it to the front door. Still no sign of Leslie, so far so good. When you open the door, Lilith once again starts getting chatty.

"Since our time together is almost at an end, I guess I'll tell you the answer. You went with Bobby because deep down underneath all that apathy you're just as fucked up as the rest of us."
"That's not even remotely true."
"Oh, just because you were merely looking away from my nephew's murderous deeds, that somehow makes you less fucked up? That's classic enabling behavior, not to mention your co-dependency during your relationship with Bobby. Hell, before Bobby came into your life, you were pretty detached from the real world and lived in your own made up reality anyway. I'd say under a different sort of extreme circumstance, you'd easily turn into a killer like your uncle especially since from what I've heard the rest of your own family isn't exactly well adjusted either. Didn't one of them kill his whole family before shooting himself?"

You press the blade closer to Lilith's throat to the point that it draws blood.

"You keep talking and you're going to find that THIS extreme situation is the one that turns me into my fucking uncle, so keep fucking talking and you're going to be the first fucking victim!"

Your threat finally shuts Lilith up.

You make your way to the truck, still looking around Leslie, but you don't see anything. Eventually you get to the truck.

"Alright, very slowly grab the keys out of your pocket. Drop them in my other hand and I'll release you."

Lilith complies with your orders and as soon as you have the keys you toss her to the ground hard. You then open up the door and suddenly feel a hand grab one of your upper ankles and then a sharp blade cutting into where the tendon would be. You scream out in pain and fall on the driveway pavement. Then another hand grabs your other ankle and you feel a blade cut into your other tendon. Meanwhile Lilith has recovered and taken away the knife you dropped. She stands over you while you scream in pain.

An older man with completely white and wild hair crawls out from under the truck. He wears a bloody lab coat and goes over to Lilith and asks if she's okay and remarks on her neck, she nods that she is fine.

You roll over and try to stand, but find it's quite impossible with your tendons sliced the way they are. You're bleeding all over the place and the fear of what's coming next is overwhelming your physical agony.

"Told you my brother would help me. I knew he would. He's my Prince Charming after all. Hm. I suppose because it's drilled into our heads when we're little that on some level we all like to be rescued. A big strong man charging in to save the day and all that chivalrous patriarchal nonsense, but on some level it's still sort of hot." Lilith says and then gives her brother a long kiss and hugs him.

You try to crawl away, since you can't even stand at this point, but you don't get far.

"Too bad nobody's going to rescue you now though. Should've killed me instead of holding back…but then that's always been your problem isn't it? Squandering your potential." You hear Lilith say and then what follows is a hefty kick to the back of your head. You black out.

When you wake up you're firmly strapped to another table completely naked. This isn't a regular surgical table though since your legs are spread apart.

"Oh…no…NO…NO!" you start to say and try to struggle free.

Your voice calls attention to Leslie who was currently hovering over another body on a different table.

"Oh good, you're up. I wanted you to be before I started. My sister said it was imperative that you not be unconscious for whatever I have in store for you."

You start screaming for help in vain and Leslie goes over to you and starts stroking your head.

"Now she did suggest that one of the things I should do is hand you over to a couple of my redneck assistants and let them have fun with you, but no. After you harmed my sister's lovely neck with a blade, I think I should have ALL the honors. I'm going to do things. Bad things and I'm going to have fun doing it and nobody is going to stop me. We'll start off slow." Leslie says patting your head.

You begin to cry and for whatever reason in your grasp for hope in this hopeless situation you call out for Bobby.

"Bobby?" Leslie chuckles and then moves over to the part of the table where your legs are spread open and he gets between them while undoing his belt.

"I'm afraid he's not here to help you blondie. I will say that I've never considered this before, but since this is a unique situation… is my dick bigger than my nephew's? I guess you can be the judge."

What Leslie proceeds to do to you next is horrible and degrading.

Then it gets worse.

And worse.

And worse.

The next day, what's left of you (which isn't much) is cooked and wrapped up for sandwiches. What isn't used for lunchmeat is tossed in the trash.

And that is the story of you.


[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 morning in the shed

[Assistant]
You wake with a headache and in pain from your wound but you can already feel it beginning to heal. This one would take at least a week to get healed enough to act normally but you got out alive and that is all that matters. You did however loose your horde and that angers you. You were going to have to get revenge on the humans another way, maybe once your wound heals up you can go for a new plan. Either way, you'll need to get a nice safe location to lay low for a bit.

You retie your temporary bandage then force the door open to head out into the morning sunlight.

You stop immediately when you find a ring of humans about 20 feet away with guns pointed at you. One calls over "You nearly had us that time raider, getting them inside the walls, don't know how you managed that but they are dumb and stop to feed letting us kill them easily. Then you also left us a blood trail all the way here, must be quite the wound you got." He says this last piece with a huge grin. He is obviously very happy that you are wounded.

You spit and reply "I'm no raider, and I'm going to have my revenge on you all for killing my pets." you reply as you start forward, hunger and anger getting the better of you. Mere humans taunting you like this.

Sadly anger is not a great way to think and the man replies as you take your first steps "Oh no, we will be getting our revenge on you, and we really don't care what you are." The humans all begin firing at once.


[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 try to get out of the way

[Assistant]
You pull you head backward and OW!!! Right at the sweet cheek! This dude must have been participated in some serious boxing championships, that fist would make a double KO in one swift swing. Your teeth is certainly doomed and your new look is going to make a useful disguise against the police. Unfortunately, you don't have the mind to think about all of that as you are in for a deep slumber.

Y.O.U  F.A.I.L

...

You wake up to see a ceiling fan spinning far away from your view. Damn, this place sucks! Even the thing looks like it came from the last century, not a pleasant sight to see after having a good sleep. But soon you're greeted with the face of an angel so that's not so bad. Your eyeballs snap open at the presence of a beautiful woman looking down on you.

"Hold on..." She gloomily speak as you try to sit up. "You are still in a daze, it's better if you lie down for a bit more." Her tone suggests she is in between 25 and 30, the voice is so serene. You have a feeling that this woman was the one who has been taking care of you.

[User] You her name

[Assistant]
"Who are you?" You ask, eyes opened on the comfortable sheet. "And where am I?"

"You are inside the dispensary and I'm your doctor, Rudy Hills." She says, emotionless while carefully adjusting the bandage to your cheekbone. "You got quite a blunt injury from a fight but you should be fine. Although your jaw will need more time to heal back to normal, you still are able to eat. Just don't crush fast food."

"How long was I out?"

"...About half a quarter, I think?"

That's relieved, you weren't busted while unconscious. The news hasn't broadcasted anything about you yet, your face is still remained unknown to the country. But for how long though? You need to get your gear back before anything bad happen. You feel a little disappointed that you have to say goodbye to another gorgeous babe.

"I have to go. How much is the treatment?" You say, sitting up despite her warning earlier.

"...Fine." Surprisingly easy enough, she frowns a little bit but agrees. "Your fee is already covered by your friend so don't worry about it."

Wait...what? You have friends in this god forsaken place? "Friend? Who is he?"

"A fellow tucked in a fine suit called himself Manny. You and him are good friends, right?"

"...Yeah, whatever. Where is my coat?"

You quickly get your trentcoat back and everything inside is still in place, even the damn gun! Are they too lazy or just too kind to do a quick search on a patient? Hey! Where did this cash come from? You find a thick bulge of money lying in one of the pockets, that amount could give someone a heavy dinner. It might have came from some poor sucker who mistook your coat for their own. Smirking, you shamefully hide it before they could come and find you. Well, lady luck sure has fell for your charm in the previous life.

"Oh that's right!! Do you have any good medical supplies here that I can get?" With the newfound cash, your greed has triumphed over you.

You put on your shade and the earplugs on and walk out to the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach.


[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 attack the Norman unarmed

[Assistant]
The Norman struggles to rise, you ignore your sword and instead dive for him. Knocking him down, you press him down with your legs and drive blow after blow into his face, cracking your knuckles and snapping his nose.

The Norman writhes, and as you try and secure him he drives a fist into your gut. As you recover, gasping, he draws a dagger and stabs it at your neck. Twisting out of the way, you avoid most of his strike, but feel the blade cut up across your jaw.

His momentum throws him off-guard, and in an instant you are both clutching the knife's hilt. He fights hard, but his strength is the hot struggle for survival, and yours is the cold power of vengeance. You force the dagger down and plunge it into his chest, splintering his mailshirt and piercing his heart.

You stand there awhile, alone in the middle of a slaughter. Orvyn reaches you, and tugs urgently at your shoulder, he is yelling something, but you cannot understand him. The words sound far away; small.

You see a Norman on horseback charge towards you, he wields a cudgel. You make no attempt to dodge. You just stand there, frozen. It is Orvyn who saves you, he ducks under the cudgel swing and drives his axe into the horseman's chest. The cudgel blow loses force and changes direction, clipping your helmet as opposed to killing you.

Your vision fades and you feel the ground rush towards you, feel the mud leeching through your mailshirt.

Your vision blackens.


[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 shrug Ragnor off and run to make sure the chaos is controlled.

[Assistant]
With a heavy sigh, you continue on back to the streets of Church-City, Ragnor's hand not strong enough to keep you back. He and Cecilia follow you nonetheless, though in silence. The way back is uneventful, and the howls of the remaining Wolves are distinct enough to follow. Moving as quickly as possible, you follow your ears to and alley-way, where seven Wolves lay, peacefully licking the blood off their coats. You let out a loud sigh of relief after this, thankful that they didn't cause too much havoc after the fight was won and that they're all in one place. Several of them snarl at you but remain reserved enough so Ragnor can give them a fatherly rub on the head, making them relax. And, as they collectively relax, they slowly morph out of their animal-forms and back to their naked, wonderful selves.

This, your family, will be the fathers of a new nation of Creations. A new beginning for your race.


[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 look at Ophelia

[Assistant]
She's watching the Tailor as he measures your body. You look at her stunning eyes, bright but deep, as they follow the Tailor's hands. They are framed by thin eyebrows, bunched forward as if in intense thought. Her light cheekbones are high in her face and her cheeks thin. Her strong chin leads into weak jaw lines, disappearing in the thick black hair that caves over her thin shoulders and covers the neck of her grey dress.

Her dress is long, covering everything from her wrists to her ankles, but tight around her torso, while loose at her legs. It's not meant to be a showy thing, but the way it fits against her skin reveals her beauty better than the poofy gold decorations that she carries under her right arm now.

 The Tailor starts feeling the width of your legs from the calves down and you resist the urge to squirm in... it's?... grasp.

Ophelia looks back at you.

[User] You smile

[Assistant]
You smile at her, not a large, joyful smile, but a small smile of thanks. You would have never thought you'd enjoy having a woman stare at your naked body in such a circumstance, but without her here you would probably freak out at the furry hands that are measuring your thighs and climbing higher. You take a deep breath. Just calm down....

The tailor reachs up to your hips and you let out a low squeak against your will.

Ophelia laughs so quietly you almost doubt she did. But her smirk confirms your hearing.

[User] You all Finished

[Assistant]
You relax as the Tailor stops his rubbing and moves back. "You are quite a splendid fit for many of my discarded outfits! Now wait here. I will bring some of them out for you to try on, and we'll see what you like and what looks best on you."

You feel a little cold with your skin bare against the frigid air, and definitely a little awkward about standing naked in some castle's hallway.

Ophelia asks you something, but you're deep in thought.

"What?"

"Before you ask me anything you should know that most of the inhabitants will tell the king if you insult him or his system in anyway. I can answer some of your questions later, once I show you to your quarters, but if you need to know anything right now, ask before the Tailor returns. I've never known him to be a 'loyal' subject, but considering self preservation... He enjoys his life here, unlike much of the other nobility. So do you have any questions about this place?"

[User] The Tailor

[Assistant]
Before you have time to ask any questions the Tailor waddles back in, carrying all kinds of clothing of many materials and colours.

"These are what you can wear for now, while I create your outfit. Please, sir, while I sort these take a look around. Find something you like. Samples are on the mannequins and the carpets. Changes can be made easily if you wish. Pick one thing please. After it is completed you will likely need to see the others, so a proper wardobe can wait until you return to pick up your clothing."

You look around the room, noticing the colourful tapestries hanging from the walls and the ceiling. They are pictures of different outfits of many different styles. You recognize a few outfits from your brief dance, but the one you really see is hidden on the far left. It looks just like Zaren's black clothing. It's the only one with a person in the clothes.

He's in it, posed elegantly in his black and gold coat. His arms are raised as if to hug you and  his eyes smile and laugh as if at a joke, but the rest of his face shows nothing but disdain.


[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 retreat into the cabins below deck

[Assistant]
Taking the captain's advice to heart, you head below deck towards the relative safety of the corridors. There's nobody else down here, as all of the crewmen have gone upstairs to steer the ship clear of the storm. You start to head towards your bedroom, wondering what will happen next…

A violent tremor shakes the airship, throwing you off your feet. Fearfully, you stay braced against the wall as the atmosphere around the ship becomes increasingly more turbulent. The storm is very close now. Suddenly, you hear cries of alarm go up on deck and the loud tearing of wood. You grab onto one of the banisters for support as the entire vessel rocks back and forth…

You hear the sound of thunder. It's right above you. With a start, you realise that the crew have failed to steer the ship clear in time. The storm has made contact.

The noise around you is now tremendous. Rain and sleet pour in from above, and holes open up above your head as lightning rips through the airship. You cower in the corner of the corridor, frantically looking for cover, but you don't know anywhere that's safe anymore. Perhaps you have overstayed your welcome.

[User] You hide in one of the cabins

[Assistant]
Forcing yourself to remain upright, you manage to slip into one of the empty cabins. The noise above is getting louder and louder, and you crouch in the corner, hoping that you'll be safe here. Surely someone else will come down here to seek shelter as well? As time passes, you see no sign of any other crew members. Before long, you cannot hear their voices anymore, drowned out by the sound of the thunder…

The walls around you are shaking, buffeted by the force of the storm on all sides. It feel as if the ship is starting to break up, and you start to wonder if maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. You don't feel safe here. Even so, you hesitate to move from your current position.

[User] You continue hiding here in the hope that the storm will pass

[Assistant]
Despite your better judgement, you remain huddled in the corner of the cabin. The whole ship is shaking violently now. Cracks appear in the walls and ceiling, and you cover your head protectively with your hands. What's going on out there?

You start to get to your feet, wanting to move to somewhere more secure, but it's far too late. The opportunity has already passed. The ceiling of the cabin caves in from above, and your body is crushed under tons of falling rubble. You do not live to see what happens next, but the rest of the airship is destroyed minutes afterwards. You perish here on the airship, in the midst of a violent lightning storm.


[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 simmer and just take it

[Assistant]
You say a few things back, but nothing too bad, you HAVE to live here and are too fearful of getting kicked out. Your Mom reads you the riot act and uses vulgar language that would shame a sailor. She verbally emasculates you to a degree that assures she's still in control of this house. All the feelings you had before fade. As quickly as gained your sense of "rebellion" your Mom has crushed it within a blink of an eye.

You go upstairs to bed, your spirit utterly crushed.

Another day arrives, and once again you feel nothing...


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
Maybe it's paranoia, but what kind of brain-dead retard wouldn't rather be safe than sorry? You take out your sword and leave the bed room, checking every corner as you do so. This pays of as you notice a shadowy figure standing outside your bedroom. Is that…Lars?

"Your senses are very good, demon. I knew you were possessed, how else could you have heard me?"

"The annoying door squeak, for one. Also, it's fucking freezing so I knew someone let in the cold."

"More lies! First you tell me you survived the cold from pure luck, now you tell me your heighten senses are nothing special?

"Lars, you have no idea what you're talking about."

"Stop pretending, I know your secret. You've been possessed by a demon; how else could you survive the frigid cold?"

Not wanting to fight a former friend, you decide to tell him the truth.

"I haven't been possessed by a demon, but one did save me. It all started once you left…"

Later

"So that's why you were at the drunk tortoise? I admit, you've never been one to drink."

"Exactly! I'm glad you understand."

"What now? You're going to come clean to the captain and convince him to give me back my job, right?

While the captain may give Lars his job back, you would probably be fired. Coming into direct contact with a demon and living to tell the tale is a no go. He'll probably think you made some sort of deal to avoid being killed. Regardless of what you plan to do, you say,

"I will definitely do that tomorrow."

Lars nods but still looks a little unhinged. His hand twitches and he gives you a half grin.

"Ok I'm holding you to it, because if you don't, you're gonna wish you froze to death last night."

You gulp as you have no doubt Lars could kill you if he wanted. He leaves and you hear the door squeak once again. The cold breeze has expanded throughout your house and you could use some heating up. After securing to house to make sure Lars isn't still lurking, you fall into bed.

You're super tired and debate whether you still want to see Catia. It's been a long day and if you have any intention of talking to your captain tomorrow, you should go to sleep.

[User] You go to sleep and visit the captain first thing in the morning

[Assistant]
You close your eyes and drift off to sleep. You dream of a bright forest with playing children. Everything is nice and everyone is happy. Then one day that changes when a portal to another dimension appears in the middle of the forest. Out of the portal comes abominations to mankind. A collection of arms and legs attached on to a giant ball of flesh. This ball rolls around destroying the forest, killing everyone and growing stronger as it does so. The ball then comes rolling at you. You don't have time to scream before…

You jolt awake and find yourself covered in sweat. As much as you hate nightmares, they do a great job at waking you up. You look outside your window and notice the sun rising. This rising ball of fire reminds you of the ball from your dream. You throw on a clean pair of clothes, grab your sword just in case, and make your way to the captain's quarters.

It's an uneventful journey and you arrive within a few minutes. Not wanting to wake the captain, you pull out pen and paper. It goes as follows,

Dear Captain Dario,

I am writing to you regarding the firing of guard Lars. I was on the same shift as him before he left. The windchill was approaching deadly levels and he decided to head inside as a last resort. I stayed out only because I feared the repercussions. As I sat out there, my muscles began to freeze until I could no longer move. I passed out minutes later.

I would have surely died had a traveling merchant not stopped by. They started a fire and warmed me up. I would have died otherwise and thank the heavens a demon didn't wander by. Due to my own experiences, I recommend you rehire Lars and if anything, fire me for putting my life on the line when it wasn't needed.

You are in such a rush that you slide the letter under the door before signing it. You decided against telling the truth as Captain Dario is a hard ass for rules. Not only would you have been fired, but also forced to undergo a purging to ward off any demonic influences.

With that out of the way, you decide to head to a local armory. Your city issued sword is no match for a demon, as Catia pointed out. Not knowing if your parents will ever return, you see no problem with using their savings for your protection. You take a stroll to the armory and find it to be quite crowded for this early in the morning.

"I need something that can scare away demons," a farmer says

"Scare away? Why not something that can kill?"

"Look son, I've never been one to resort to violence. I just need something to protect you and the Misses."

You zone out their conversation and take a look around. They have swords, maces, axes, and even a trident. However, what catches your eyes is a bow painted red and black. It's the only one in the store and seems rare.

"Excuse me sir, what's the price on this bow?"

"That would be 500 gold sir," replies a dwarf with steel encrusted teeth.

"What's so special about it?"

"We brought it from a dark elf mercenary. They have great craftsmanship, especially when it comes to bows."

"How is it different than all the other bows for sale?"

He pauses and turns red,

"I hate to admit it, but I've always struggled making bows. That red and black one has much finer strings and sturdier wood, giving it a greater firing range."

You thank the dwarf for the information and continue looking around. Nothing else catches your eye, so you decide to buy the bow.

"Pleasure doing business with ya."

You leave with your new bow and 500 gold poorer. You hope you still have your guard job as your parent's money won't last much longer. You go to the guard barracks and decide to get a meal there. Even if you've been fired, you doubt any of the servers will know. You arrive to a mess hall and find it more empty than usual. Two men eat soup together and another man sits alone.

You grab a cup of soup and take another look around. You recognize the two men sitting together as Herbert and Andy. Herbert is an older man with a gray beard who has always been kind to you. Andy is around your age, mid twenties, and is already going bald. Both are good chaps and would be happy if you sat with them.

The man sitting alone is someone you don't recognize. He is a very thin fellow with patchy hair and missing teeth. You could try to find out who he is, or sit with Herbert and Andy.

[User] You sit with the skinny man

[Assistant]
You walk over to the skinny man and and ask,

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

He is startled by your presence and jumps up a bit. He mutters something incomprehensible before saying,

"I don't mind."

The hot soup burns your tongue as you eat a spoonful.

"So what's this town's name again?"

"Ashton, why do you ask?"

"You might not believe me, but I came face to face with a demon. When I finally got away, I ran to the city walls."

"Trust me, I believe you. I encountered a demon while on guard duty."

You tell him about how you passed out and met a succubus.

"That's wild."

"Sure is, now tell me about the demon you met."

He grits what few teeth he has and begins,

"He wasn't pleasant at all like the one you met. I was going for a walk in the forest. I know, it's not the smartest thing to do in times like these, but it's one of my few sanctities."

His voice gets lower as he describes,

"I knew something was off the moment I entered. An unholy energy made me feel weak and tired. I started hearing voices and couldn't tell what was real. It was like I was in a trance."

"Did you actually see a demon?"

"No, but he made his presence known. He tired to coerce me into letting him take over my mind. I almost did it too, but something broke me out of my trance."

He pauses for dramatic effect,

"A bird fucking shat on my head!"

You stare at his head and notice white flakes clumped in his hair.

"Once I realized what I was about to do I ran like hell. I wasn't thinking straight and went the opposite direction which I came in. I'm lucky I ended up here."

His experience is vastly different to your own. You suppose he encountered a demonic sprit, rather than a full fledge demon.

"Perhaps this all was for the best. My city was running low on food, hence my frail appearance."

"Are you planning on staying in Ashton?"

"I don't know. I would need to get a job and a place to sleep at night. Would you be able to help me out in any way?"

When your about to answer you hear someone call your name. It's Captain Dario and he wants to speak with you immediately. You get up and tell the thin man,

"It was nice talking to you."

"I hope you can come back when you're done. My name's Eric by the way."

You wave goodbye and follow the captain into his private quarters.

A rush of anxiety hits you as your still not sure if the captain bought your story. What if Lars told him the truth?

"Please, take a seat."

You sit and find yourself starring at the gray haired captain. He stares back, unblinking as you both wait to see who makes the first move.

"First things first, you're not fired."

"That's a relief."

"I'm sure it is, but what I say next may not be. I have no intention of re-hiring Lars."

"Wait what? Like I said in my letter, he did the smart thing and could have died had he stayed."

The captain sighs and says,

"While that may be true, I've been wanting to fire him for awhile. He's lazy and incompetent. The only reason he still had a job was because guards are in high demand right now. The problem now is finding a replacement."

"What happens if you don't?"

Dario frowns and bitterly says,

"Then I might have to rehire Lars."

You could mention your new acquaintance, Eric, and vouch for him to replace Lars. On the other hand, who knows how Lars will react if he finds out you played a role in replacing him. There may be no reasoning with him.

[User] You mention Eric

[Assistant]
"I may know of a potential replacement."

"No need not to not speak in absolutes. Spit it out sonny."

You stumbled a bit, not because your scared to tell him, but because his syntax confuses you.

"Erm… I—I… his name is Eric."

"Who is this so-called Eric?"

"He was the man I was sitting with. He's looking for work and seems like a good fellow."

"That's all I need, tell him he's hired. Oh, and he starts immediately. 11pm tonight tell him to go to the city walls."

"Tonight? Isn't this all happening a bit too fast?"

"Nonsense, plus he won't be doing it alone. He'll have you to teach him."

You tense up as Dario continues,

"Lighten up, kid! I took the initiative and brought fur coats for each of you."

Hell of an initiative considering you almost died two nights ago.

"Thanks for taking the initiative…"

"You're most certainly welcomed! Now that that's settled, get the hell out of here!"

You stand up and leave his office. Eric does a one tooth smile as you walk over to him.

"What was that all about?"

You have a sly smile on your face when you say,

"It was about you, congrats you're now a guard!"

He gives you a look of confusion and asks,

"What the hell are you talking about?"

You explain how guards are in high demand and that you mentioned him to the captain.

"And I almost forgot, you start tonight."

"Wait what?"

"Don't worry, I'm on guard duty tonight as well. Plus, I've only ever seen demons one time..."

"That one time was last night!"

"Actually two nights ago, but never mind that. Anyways the captain brought fur coats for the both of us so no freezing to death tonight. C'mon, let's get rolling."

"Alright but don't act like this is permanent, if I don't like it, I'm quitting after tonight."

"Trust me, it'll be much easier now that we won't be freezing. I have a feeling you'll stick around."

[User] You 1 month later

[Assistant]
"You really don't have to do this,"

"Blasphemy, I've seen what you can do with my bow, you deserve one of your own."

"Yeah but you don't have to help me pay for it. Anyways, I'm not that good with a bow," Eric says humbly.

"Well you'll have plenty have chance to practice, let's get going."

The past month in Ashton has been quiet, but demon sighting have increased in the nearby forest. Eric and you need to be as prepared as possible for when they strike. In addition, you have grown to like Eric a lot and are happy to help pay for his bow. You're hoping they have one that's as good quality as the one you brought last month. You arrive at the armory and note it being a lot less busy than it was last time. In fact, you're the only two here aside from the dwarf who runs the place.

"Where is everyone?" you ask.

"I about ran out of equipment. With how trade has been recently, its impossible to get the material needed to craft weapons."

You offer your condolences and tell him why you've came here,

"You wouldn't happen to any bows for sale?"

He half smiles, then says,

"I might have a few, but none of my own creation. Those sold out the fastest due to their cheap price."

Eric gives you a concerned look knowing the cheapest bows are all sold out.

"Well let's see them," you say.

He lays out a few bows on a table and describes each of them.

"This one right here was specifically crafted to kill orcs, but it should be fine for just about anything."

"What about demons?"

"I see no reason why not!"

He shows you a few other bows, mostly made be other local blacksmiths, but one other thing catches your eye.

"Hey what's that?" you say pointing to a crossbow on display.

"She's a beauty, isn't she? Crafted by the capital's smartest black smiths, though its a few years outdated. It doesn't have the most range, but it sure packs a punch. I reckon one shot from it could bring any creature to near death. That is, if you're a good enough shot to hit your target dead on."

"How much?" asks Eric.

"800 gold."

"Are you crazy? That's more than I made last month working as a guard."

"Higher prices, higher quality."

"What about the orc killer bow?"

"Those are pretty common, 300 gold would be a fair price."

"We should probably just get that one, don't want my friend going bankrupt."

[User] You insist you buy the better bow

[Assistant]
You help Eric buy the better bow and he is apprehensive.

"Thanks man, but now we're both broke."

"Better broke than dead."

You leave with the bow and get ready for guard duty.

5 hours later

It's been a quiet night so far and warmer than usual. Eric stands up and draws his crossbow towards the forest.

"Do you see something?"

"Yeah I do. It's like a bat but much larger."

You look where he's pointing and something comes into view. It's a succubus, but unlike the one you met before, it no longer resembles a human. It has blood stained skin and humongous bat wings.

"Holy shit."

Don't just stand there, fire!" you say.

You and Eric unleash a flurry of arrows at the creature. It manages to dodge almost everything, but Eric hits it dead on.

"Got it!"

It falls from the sky and lands awkwardly. You waste no time laying it to waste with arrow after arrow. You don't stop until you're sure its dead, and it soon looks like a half-bat, half-porcupine monstrosity. You did it, you killed a demon.

"That was an amazing shot, I'm not sure we would have brought it done had we brought the cheaper bow."

"Yeah, thanks again," Eric says with tears streaming down his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I just can't believe we survived. You hear tales about demons destroying entire cities and yet we were able to bring down one with only two of us."

"We make a good team."

"We sure do, we sure do."

[User] You epilogue #2: Succubus Slayers

[Assistant]
You two are lauded as heroes and given a big pay raise.

"And to think, I almost kept that loser Lars!"

Speaking of Lars, want to know what happened to him? He and his whole family starved to death. Better him than the whole city am I right? On the bright side, you and Eric continue killing demons as sightings become more common. After word of your legacy spreads, a local lord hires you as demon hunters. You decide to take up the name Succubus Slayers as a reference to your first kill. This is a rather ironic turn of events considering you went from being saved by a succubus, to killing them for a living.

Who knows, maybe you'll have to kill Catia one day?


[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 try and get away from this crazy broad

[Assistant] Unfortunately she doesn't want anyone to know her secret, while you desperately try to flee from her like a maniac she pulls out a pistol and shoots you. Her aim is quite good so she shoots you in the head. Have fun being dead and not undead.


[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 let him kill you

[Assistant]
You stay silent, and get up off the road. The man has a wide, wicked grin on his face. As the others close in on the car, the man hits you again, sending you to your knees. Again, and you're on the ground. Again, and you're barely conscious.

"Signs are there for a reason," the bald man says as your vision swims. "We gave you an honest, fair warning, but you just didn't listen." The man brings the bar down onto your temple, killing you.

"Not my fault you don't listen."


[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 read File: The Penthouse

[Assistant] The Penthouse is a large house situated on the Roar of the Vortex. It is made up of multiple rooms, including a kitchen, a massive bedroom, a bath house, a large lounge, room for dozens of slaves to live and much more. It is the home of Drake Amadeus. It is occupied by not only Amadeus, but also bodyguards Charles Antonguella and the Troupe of Dancing Blades, as well as dozens of slaves and prostitutes under the service of Amadeus. The penthouse holds luxuries and treasures of great value, both monetarily and intellectually. All operations carried out here should take care around such items.


[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 help Dimitri

[Assistant]
You hate yourself for this, but you feel you don't have much choice, if Morri lives he'll certainly tell everyone and then you won't get paid which will probably result in your death by the hands of the Boss. You raise your own weapon and help kill Morri. He doesn't die easy, but Dimitri finishes him off before he can put up any sort of meaningful defense.

Breathing hard and smiling at you with blood on his face, Dimitri laughs a bit.

"Heh heh, knew you'd see the light, lute boy! Now come on, let's throw his body in that left passage. I think I heard some of those demon roaches chittering down that way. Let's just make sure we're not around eh? We got a lot of silver to load up on!"

You don't take any of the silver actually, you're still worrying and not feeling right about this whole situation, of course that just means more for Dimitri.

You don't even think this half assed plan of Dimitri's is going to work. You and Dimitri are going to look mighty suspicious meeting up with the other dwarves without Morri, and trying to conceal a shitload of silver, though Dimitri claims everything will be fine.

Everything goes less fine when you start to realize that Morri was the one who was leading you through this mine maze. Neither you or Dimitri were paying attention to the directions mainly because you were on the look out for demon attacks and fighting them off.

Eventually you're attacked by more of the demons as you proceed to get lost. You and Dimitri get into an argument and begin to blame each other (Though it really is his fault) You both get angry and come to blows, you however get the advantage, not being weighed down by silver. You leave his body for the demons.

You however don't get too much further. The demons seem to be coming out in more force and you're wounded many times. You get scared and confused and you know you're a dead man when you see Morri's body being eaten by several of demons. You've gone in a complete circle and now you're hearing that demon chittering from everywhere.

A valiant effort is made by you, but you can't fight them all. Eventually you are overwhelmed and eaten.


[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 stay with him to back him up

[Assistant]
This reckless idiot is probably going to get himself killed if you don't stick by his side. You ride quickly to catch up with him in the village, and draw your bow.

Surprisingly for your first battle, you manage to keep calm and focused on the enemy. Hard to do considering the Quillars aren't the easiest of foes. They're quick and they're firing their quills faster than you're firing your bow.

The problem though isn't the Quillars, its Wessel. He's having such a "good time" blasting the Quillars, that he's causing a lot more collateral damage in the process. During one of these moments, your own horse gets spooked by the incredibly close fireball blast and rears back causing you to fall off of it.

You're still shaking the cobwebs when one of the Quillars unleashes more quills and hits you with several of them. You collapse in pain, as the Quillar charges at you. It doesn't kill you though. Wessel makes sure of that when he throws a bolt of lightning at it.

Unfortunately the Quillar happens to have grabbed you just as its hit by the lightning. Your current pain is increased severely as the electrical current passes through your body, but not for long and your fried body eventually stops its deaths throes.

Wessel has a hard time explaining that the other transfer was hit by "friendly" fire.


[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 ask Julie to search with you

[Assistant]
"Maybe we could look together." You say.

Julie looks a bit hesitant at your proposal.

"I…I dunno…I'm just not in the mood right now..."
"Come on Julie, I'll help. The cleaning can wait."
"Well… I guess it would be good to know what to do and where to start at least. Why don't you grab your laptop and come back up here and we can get to it."

You head downstairs and back to your room where you pick up your laptop. Upon exiting the room, you scream out when you literally bump into Johnny.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" you scream and nearly drop your laptop in the process. Johnny doesn't do anything except stand there.

"SUZY! What's going on down there?!" you hear Julie shout.

"Johnny what the fuck are you doing creeping around like that?! You scared the shit out of me!" you exclaim backing away into the living room still in a bit of a panic. Johnny doesn't move he just continues to stand there in the hallway.

"I'm not creeping. I just finished cleaning the basement, it was a real mess down there." Johnny says.
"I called your name earlier and you never answered!" you say.
"I guess I didn't hear you. What're you getting so excited about?"
"Because you're fucking creeping around the house like a psycho! I think you need to leave!" you say with authority, but you're really scared deep down inside.

At this point Julie has come down the stairs and arrived.

"Johnny, I thought you left. What're you still doing here?" Julie asks.
"Nothing, I just finished cleaning your basement. You know I feel like my efforts aren't being appreciated and you're not being a good host."
"Good host? Alright fine, I thank you for your help, but you're obviously scaring my friend and the party's long been over anyway, so get the fuck out." Julie orders.

While you half expect Johnny to show some sort of anger or even get violent, fortunately it doesn't come to that. He remains completely calm. Like dead featureless expression calm. Which is almost scarier.

"Okay. Sorry I caused distress." He says and walks past you and Julie (you both give him a wide berth) and goes out the front door. You immediately start locking it up.

"Julie, go lock your back door." You say busily putting the chains on the door.
"Wow, that guy really got to you…"
"Julie, please just go check your fucking back door!"
"Okay, okay!"

Julie leaves to go just that, but you only end up following her anyway. The backdoor is actually already locked though Julie rechecks it just to be sure.

"See, we're safe…shit, Suzy, you're actually shaking."
"Of course I'm fucking shaking! I just had a goddamn flashback to when my Uncle Ed caught me finding the body parts of his victims! I'm telling you there was something wrong with that guy!" you say still looking around like Johnny is still lurking about.
"Shhh…it's okay now. He's gone, and if it makes you feel any better he won't be allowed in here anymore. Hell we probably won't see him again anyway." Julie says placing her hands on your arms in an effort to sooth and calm you down.
"I think I need to lie down." You say feeling wobbly and unable to catch your breath.

Julie escorts you back to your room where you lay down on the bed.

"I…don't think I'm in the mood to look for jobs with you right now Julie."
"That's okay Suzy, I wasn't really in the mood to look for one anyway." Julie says with a smile.
"God, my heart is really racing…I feel like I'm going to pass out."
"You want me to get you some water or something?"
"No, don't go. Stay with me." You say grabbing on to Julie's hand.
"Okay. I'll stay here. Whatever you want. I'm here for you." Julie says squeezing your hand while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You slowly begin to calm down and eventually you stop hyperventilating. Julie stays with you saying nothing, but just being supportive by sticking with you like a friend should.

You start to feel safer and close your eyes since the stress has still made you a bit weary. Before you know it you've fallen back to sleep.

Hours later…

You wake up and find yourself alone.

You grab your cell where you left it by the bed last time and see that it's only a few hours to midnight. (Nobody has tried calling you either.) The odd thing is you don't hear any music or the sounds of people. Normally Julie would have a gathering by now, and it's odd that you're not hearing it.

You then start to worry if something has happened. Still thinking about your incident with Johnny earlier today, you rush to the desk and grab the pistol you found before and load it up. Your older brother Ben showed you how to handle a gun once, you weren't exactly very good with it, but you feel safer with it.

Cautiously, you open the door and slowly walk out into the hallway looking around you.

You then hear a male voice coming from the living room.

"Shut the fuck up bitch and take it!"

"JULIE!" you scream and run into the living room with your pistol draw and pointed in front of you.

"HOLY FUCK SUZY!" Julie shouts and falls off the couch, dropping her console controller and ducking for cover.

You then see on her TV screen the origin of the male voice. It's her character. She's playing some sort of crime simulator.

Now Julie's the one with the heart palpitations!

"Goddamn Suzy, you scared the shit out of me! What the fuck are you doing with a gun anyway?!"
"It was in your dad's desk. Sorry. I just woke up alone and…I guess I'm still a little scared."
"Well I was a lot scared when I saw that shit pointed at me! Especially with the game I'm playing, I thought I unlocked some sort of 3D mode for a second." Julie says with a very small chuckle.

You apologize again and sit down next to Julie who has recovered and is busily trying to get her bearings again on her game.

"Shit, some fucker robbed me while I was distracted. Gonna have to find and chase his ass down now. Wanna help? Got another controller." Julie says.
"No, I think I'll just watch right now… so no party tonight?" you ask.
"Nah, I mean there were some people that showed up earlier tonight, but I told them all to go back home since I cancelled it tonight. I figure after what happened earlier today with you, you could use the peace."
"Thank you Julie, that was really thoughtful."
"Don't mention it. Besides, I figure this would be a good opportunity to start that life change like I mentioned before. Still didn't look for a job though."
"Hah, well one day at a time…so is Donna here somewhere?"
"Nope, still hasn't come home yet. I actually tried calling her, but no answer. I guess she's got it turned off or the battery's dead. Probably at a club or something ."
"I hope so…I'm starting to worry now."
"I told you she's probably at a club or something. Like I said before, she doesn't always sleep here."
"Maybe so, but given that that creepy fuck said he saw he last, well it makes me a bit suspicious."
"You still worried about him? Told ya, that guy was just an awkward aspie. Probably just didn't know how to talk to girls. Here, why don't you join my game? You're obviously already in a shooting mood, it'll take your mind off things."

Trusting that it couldn't hurt, you grab a video game controller and start committing virtual homicide on a grand scale. Oddly, it does make you feel a little better and you both play a little past midnight.

"Well, that was fun, I think I'm going to bed." Julie says yawning.
"Really? Seems early for you."
"Well unlike you I haven't slept, plus I'm not hopped up on designer drugs like I sometimes am when I'm partying. Amazing what being clean for a whole day does to you."

As Julie gets up to go to head off to bed, you aren't exactly tired yet, but you're still a little nervous about being by yourself.

You can't believe you're going to ask this…

"Julie?"
"Yes?"
"Can you sleep with me tonight?"

Julie's expression to this request says it all.

"Well okay, but stay on your side of the bed and if anything of yours touches anything of mine, you better respect me in the morning." She says with a big grin on her face.

You head back to your room Julie taking the pistol with you, which Julie really disapproves of, but doesn't protest too much since she's just happy you're spending yet ANOTHER night in the same bed with her.

After locking the door and placing the pistol where you can easily reach it, you get into bed with Julie who to her credit does keep to one side of the bed and quickly fall asleep.

You're up for a little while longer, but eventually you feel safe enough to let your guard down and fall asleep as well.

[User] Next day...

[Assistant]
WEDNESDAY

"Remember, if you act today…"
"Ugh! Shut up! I don't care about your stupid shelters!" you hear Julie remark.

You open your eyes and see Julie to the left of you messing around on your laptop. (And clicking off on one of those annoying pop up audio ads)

"Hey…when did you get up?" you ask.
"I dunno, about an hour ago I think. Didn't really feel like leaving the bed though, so I just figured I'd stay here and entertain myself on your laptop. Hope you don't mind."
"Eh, it's fine. Don't mess with my bookmarks and setting though."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to accidentally delete anything. I must say though with the extensive number of porn links in your history, I think you might have a real problem." Julie mocks.
"Mm, bold words coming from a woman who has popped up in several amateur videos on those sites." You answer.
"Hah. I don't doubt it, but that brings up the question of why would YOU be watching those?" Julie asks.
"Who said I did? I can't help it if I'm browsing through the videos and suddenly your ass pops up in a still."
"If it's just my ass, how do you know it's me? Either you don't or you've watched them enough that you know what my ass looks like without even seeing my face!"
"Argh! I don't mean literally! I mean YOU pop up, and I've seen your face in the stills though once I almost couldn't tell because it was covered in cum!" you exclaim starting to get agitated.
"Hmm, nice save." Julie says a little unconvinced.

Already having expended more energy than you wanted to, you start to sit up and realize you've been wearing the same clothes for the past couple days.

"Christ, I really need to take a shower and change these clothes." You say and get out of the bed.
"Yeah, I think I need to go do that too." Julie says.
"Well you can go use your own shower. I know we've been sleeping in the same bed for the past two days, but that doesn't mean we're going to be re-enacting a women's prison shower scene from a movie." You say laying down boundaries again.
"Hey I think you had that one bookmarked!" Julie says jokingly.

You shake your head and grab some clean clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing up and changing your clothes, you feel refreshed. When you exit the bathroom, you see that Julie has left, presumably to go wash up as well. You check your phone and once again see nobody has called. You dial up your sister's number and still no answer. You certainly hope Julie is right about her just sleeping somewhere else. But surely she couldn't be so pissed at you that she's moved out could she? All her stuff is still here after all.

You then hear a loud noise or more like a voice, but you aren't sure if its coming from inside the house or outside the house. Still paranoid from yesterday, you grab the pistol and cautiously exit your room.

When you get to the living room, you deduce the noise is indeed coming from outside.

A quick peek through the window and you see several military men and a couple of military trucks and even an A.P.C.

"ATTENTION! THIS TOWN IS UNDER MARSHAL LAW AND THIS NEIGHBORHOOD IS NOW UNDER WATCH BY THE U.S. NATIONAL GUARD. A GOVERNMENT REPRESENTATIVE WILL SOON VISIT ALL OF YOU AND ASSIST IN ANYTHING THAT YOU MAY NEED DURING THIS STATE OF EMERGENCY. STAY IN YOUR HOMES. DO NOT COME OUT FOR ANY REASON. FAILURE TO DO SO MAY RESULT IN THE USE OF LETHAL FORCE."

"Hey Suzy?! You hear that noise!? You got the TV up loud?" Julie shouts from somewhere up on the second floor.
"No! The fucking National Guard is out there in force and it looks like we're under marshal law."
"National Guard? Hold on, I'm coming down…" Julie says.

You turn the TV on to see if there's anything about this, but you're not exactly having any luck. You're getting a lot of Ground Zero infomercials or news about shit going on elsewhere in the world. Local stations seem to be off the air with an "emergency test" beep but nothing more substantial than that.

"What the fuck is going on?" you say to yourself.
"Yeah what the fuck IS going on?" Julie asks coming down from taking her shower.
"I dunno, I might need to check the Internet, not having much luck with the TV. Do we have enough food and water?" you ask.
"Well we certainly got some food. Dunno about water though. I mean you can get some from the taps I suppose, but as you might expect I got tons of alcohol. Why?" Julie says.
"Why? Because the National Guard just said if we try to leave we'll probably get shot on sight that's why! (Sigh) We're basically prisoners here."
"Suzy, you need to calm down. You've been on edge since yesterday. You just said there isn't a whole lot we can do, so we might as well just relax in the house. I mean really how much different is the day going to be for either of us?" Julie remarks.
"I'm just…its Donna. I mean she's still out there. I mean I HOPE she's still out there. I mean the last thing I did was argue with her. Shit, I'm even a little worried about Peter and Kelly now and I never got along with them either. Still family though." You say.
"You tried calling either of them?" Julie asks.

Oddly you haven't. You didn't really have a reason before, but given what's going on right now, maybe you should.

"I think I'll do that Julie. I can't believe I didn't think of it." You say.
"Sure, you go check on what family you can and maybe find out more about what's going on. In the meantime, I'm going to go get a drink."
"Thought you were turning over a new leaf?"
"You just said we were prisoners here. Not much else for me to do is there? Besides, I'm not going to get bombed out of my skull."

While Julie goes and deals with this situation in her own way, you head back to your room to get your cell phone to start calling up your other family members. You try Peter first since you figure he might at least answer.

You start to call Peter and then you hear a loud clatter from the kitchen. What's odd to you is that you don't hear a series of cursing following it; you do think you hear a stifled yelp though.

Panic wells up inside you and you once again head towards where the disturbing sound came from with your pistol pointed in front of you.

"Stop fighting me, bitch!" you hear a voice say.

This isn't a video game this time.

You enter the kitchen and see Julie being held captive by someone you KNEW was no good right from the start. Johnny. He's got one arm around her waist and another hand with a knife to Julie's throat. He isn't calm anymore. His face is displaying a rage and hatred you remember seeing a glimpse of in Uncle Ed when he looked at you during that horrible night with him. Julie's face is one of absolute terror and tears run from her eyes.

"Let her go you fucking psycho!" you exclaim pointing the gun in his direction.

"Oh look, it's your dyke lover come to rescue you! Fucking whores the pair of you! You think I'm scared just because you got a gun pointed at me? Pfft! Look at you, you're so scared right now, you can barely aim that thing properly."

He's right. Despite having the gun in your hand, you're incredibly scared.

"Mmm, think I'll have some fun with you two after I'm done cleansing you whores. Just like I did with your sister." Johnny exclaims.

Your worst fears are now a reality and it shows in your face. You feel ill and start to shake a bit.

"Guess you two have been so busy rug munching that you haven't been in the basement lately. Told you it was a mess down there." Johnny laughs cruelly.

Between this revelation, Julie's desperate expression of wanting you to do something, and your own fear, you're having a very difficult time concentrating.

You feel like if you shoot, you're either going to miss Johnny completely and then he'll kill Julie, or worse you'll kill Julie for him by accidentally shooting her instead of him. You can't fuck this up.

[User] You just shoot now

[Assistant]
You remember something your brother Ben said once when he was trying to teach you how to use a gun, "If you're going to shoot, don't think about it. Just shoot."

Probably not exactly best thing to tell someone, but nevertheless you remember it and so you do it. You shoot.

And it's all over so quickly you didn't even have time to blink.

You hit Johnny in the forehead killing him instantly. His grip on Julie is dropped as he collapses backwards to the floor.

You're still standing there in disbelief with the pistol still in hand, but now dropped to your side. Julie stands sobbing looking at Johnny and then begins to curse at him.

"You motherfucker! (Sob) You sick fuck! (Sob) Goddamn you!" she exclaims.

You go up to her in an attempt to calm her down.

"It's over. It's over. He's dead." You say and she stops to hug you tightly. Really you're having a hard time keeping it together yourself, this psycho just admitted to killing Donna and stuffing her body in the basement. You still need to deal with that.

"Oh my god Suzy, (Sob) you saved my fucking life! I'll never forget this! (Sob)"
"Okay, okay, just take it easy. (Exhale) Okay normally we'd just call the cops about this, but considering we're under fucking marshal law right now I don't think that's an option. So we need to get rid of this body ourselves. Julie. Look at me." You say staring into her eyes.

"I'll take care of most of this, but I need your help. Besides trash bags do you have any tarps or large sheets of plastic? What about a shovel?"
"…(sniffle) I don't know. If there is, they might be in the basement. I know there's a shovel down there."
"Well, I guess that's where I'm heading since I'm going to have to go down there anyway. Julie, why don't you go lay down in your room? We're going to get through this okay?"

Julie seems still very shaken by this experience, but nods and believes you. She gives you another hug and then walks off to go lay down. As for you, you've got an unpleasant trip to the basement.

You try to prepare yourself for what you know to be down there, and fortunately the adrenaline of the situation has given you the fortitude and clarity to carry out what needs to be done, but as you're walking down those stairs, it still doesn't give you an enjoyable feeling.

When you reach the last step, you fully expect to see a floor full of blood and gore, but you don't see any of that. In fact you don't even see a body. You can only guess he must've hid it down here somewhere.

As you proceed with the grim task of looking for your sister's body, you notice that there is an open window down here, which explains how Johnny managed to sneak in here again.

You find the shovel and take it. You don't find a tarp, but you figure you can always wrap the body using garbage bags.

Then you notice the washer and dryer…

"Oh god…no…Donna…" you say looking away with tears already forming.

You can't tell without getting closer and opening them, but both of the door windows to both are covered in blood. You know he must've mutilated her body and shoved the pieces of her in both machines. A blood stained axe is also propped up next to them.

You can't help but get sick and vomit nearby at the thought of this. You then break down and cry for a moment. You weren't the closest with her, but you just wish the last moments were at least better. You can't imagine what her real last moments were like. Or rather you have an idea, but you'd rather not dwell on it.

You don't quite have the strength to proceed with the grisly task of cleaning up your sister's remains right now. You stagger back upstairs with the shovel in hand trying focus on dealing with the body of the murdering fucker who killed her.

You get back to the kitchen and just stare at Johnny's body, getting angrier and angrier about how light he got off. Who knows how many others he killed before your poor sister.

"Someone should fucking chop you up." You say.

Remembering that you saw some duct tape in the desk in your room, you go back and grab it and then a trash bag from the kitchen.

You put the bag over Johnny's head and then tape it around his neck, so more blood doesn't smear all over the floor when you're dragging him back to your room. From there, you take him into the bathroom and get his body into the bathtub.

You then head right back down into the basement and grab the axe.

As you're heading back to your bathroom to repay mutilation with mutilation, Julie has come back downstairs to check on you.

"Suzy, what are you doing with that axe?"
"Julie just go back upstairs, I told you I got this."
"Are you going to chop up his body? Is…is he in your bathroom right now?"
"Julie I said just go back upstairs, you don't need to deal with this, I'll do it."
"Suzy, I thought you were going to just dig a hole and throw him in it."
"Yeah well that was before I found my sister in fucking pieces in your goddamn washer and dryer!"

Julie places her hand over her mouth and staggers back propping herself up against the wall.

"Oh god…"
"Yeah. This whole day sucks and maybe that dead motherfucker won't be able to feel the pain of me chopping him up alive, but it's the only satisfaction I'm going to get…besides with the National Guard out there right now, going outside to dig a hole probably isn't the best idea now. Better I should wait to do that at night."

Julie has no words right now, but she's starting to look at you a little differently. Maybe the combination of killing someone and the emotional trauma of finding your sister chopped up has caused a bit of a snap in your personality. In any case, you're definitely taking a darker turn here.

Suddenly there is a loud bang on the front door.

"Oh shit! Who the hell is that?!" Julie says.

"Fuck. That's probably that government rep the loud speakers outside were saying was going to visit all the homes in the neighborhood. Someone probably heard the gunshot and sent someone here a lot sooner. Shit…shit…gotta think…" you say.
"Suzy?! What're we going to do? Maybe we should just tell them everything that happened! I mean it was self defense, surely they'll understand that!"
"Julie, we're under marshal law. I got a man laying in my bathtub with a bag over his head and my sister is in pieces in the washer and dryer. At BEST we might be able to convince them of this entire outlandish series of events AFTER they arrest us, put us into whatever fucked up military cell they have, suffer hours of interrogation and god knows what else. At worst? They'll just think we're a pair of murderesses and execute us immediately without a trial." You say and then exhale.

"Or…we could try to cover this up and get them the hell out of here as quickly as possible." You add.
"Don't you think they're going to search the house?!"
"Well that's why we're going to try to prevent that from happening. Distract them some how so they don't bother. I mean I suppose we could try to run out the backdoor and over the fence, but I don't know how are chances would be with that." you say.

Julie has no answer for you. At this point she's so scared that whatever you decide, she'll follow.

[User] You run out the back door

[Assistant]
There's no time to talk, you just have to get the hell out of here!

"Julie come on, we're going out the back and climbing over fence." You say and the pair of you make your way towards the kitchen.

The banging on the front door gets louder, but you've already left and are in the backyard running for the fence.

You manage to get to lift yourself up, but not quite over the back fence before you hear several people shouting at you to halt. You also hear Julie screaming.

You turn your head quickly and see one soldier with his knee in Julie's back, her face in the grass and a gun pointed at her head. Several other soldiers are pointing their rifles at you and walking towards you.

You panic and see no good way for this to end if you let them capture you, so you attempt to pull yourself over the fence to continue your escape.

Several of them fire and you land on the other side of the fence with several fatal bullet holes in your body.