[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 leave

[Assistant]
You know when something looks like a losing battle. This is mostly on you anyway, you let yourself get too much attention with your actions and now you've got an army of fanatics on your ass.

You let your pride get in the way and thought you knew better; well this is what happens. You're starting to think Isabella was right. You could kick yourself for fucking up your relationship with her now; then again her being right doesn't mean she wasn't being domineering.

In any case, you can't go home again and you probably should just move forward anyway. Maybe you need to go some place new entirely, like the Delantium Kingdom or something.

Without another word, you go gather what little personal belongings you still regard as important.

"What are you doing?" Kayla asks.
"I'm leaving. Not going to stick around for this. Not worth it and I'm sick of the headache anyway." You answer.
"But sir! You can't just leave all this!"
"Sure I can, watch me."
"But…"
"What, do you want to run this place? Be my guest, you can pretend you're me, like you've been doing."
"But that won't be the same and…(sigh) okay fine sir. I can see the wisdom in this. I'll just get ready to go too."
"No, you're not coming."
"What?"
"You heard me, you're not coming and neither are the ghouls. Going it alone again for awhile."
"But what am I supposed to do?!"
"I don't care, do whatever you like. You're released from my servitude, in fact I said you could leave on your own many times before, so you were always free to leave. Ugh, still gotta wait for night fall."

As you prepare for a long wait, Kayla begins pacing a bit and then starts trying to convince you to fight, but it's not working and the more she's trying to convince you the less patient you get with her.

"Kayla, your voice is beginning to anger me. I told you to leave." You say.
"I just really believe that you can win against these interlopers. Then after you win, your reputation will be so fearsome, nobody will ever attempt to invade you again." Kayla says.
"I seriously doubt that."
"You won't know unless you fight sir. I mean you didn't get all this by just standing back."
"And you seem a little too eager for me to try. Why is that exactly? And don't tell me how much you believe I can win, because it's more than that. You seem to just not want me to leave your side given that you were also willing to leave."

Kayla gets a bit quiet and then sputters a bit before gathering her thoughts.

"Um…well…okay you got me sir. I'm in love with you and I should have just outright admitted it before. I was just embarrassed because…well I know you would never have such feelings for me like that. Apologies sir, I will leave."

Kayla turns to leave.

"Hold on wait. Come back over here. Can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe I've been lying to myself." You say.
"Sir?" Kayla asks.
"Maybe I do have some feelings for you as well Kayla. I just didn't want to admit it due to everything."
"You mean me being a doppelganger?"
"Well part of that I suppose, but more because none of my past relationships have ever worked out well. Maybe I've let that cause the distance between us as a master and servant, but perhaps we should attempt to become more."
"Oh sir! Do you really mean it?!"
"Yes. Whatever I ultimately decide to do, we're going to do it together from now on. Now come to me my love, I want us to finally embrace intimately."

Kayla rushes excitedly to you and puts her arms around you. You look deep into her blank white eyes.

"Do you want me to turn into a more pleasing form sir?"
"No, I want to do this to you in your natural form."

Kayla's normally featureless face displays a wide smile, which might be a little unnerving if you weren't who you are. She's very happy. Good. She was a loyal servant for a long time so she earned a happy last moment.

You then twist Kayla's head around and tear it off completely. You then toss the head aside as gray goo leaks out of the body.

Obviously she was up to something and leaving her alive might have just caused problems for you in the long run. Better to play it cautiously, especially with all the attention you've attracted. Last thing you need is someone pretending to be you and you don't have direct control over it.

You continue to wait in silence until darkness falls and that's when you take your leave. You don't even bother giving your ghouls any last orders or anything like that. You just run off as quickly as possible in the night.

You still have a distance to travel and you don't really know how you'll fair in the Delantium Kingdom, but it can't be too much worse than what you've already been through. You have a lot more time to learn from your mistakes as well.

Your days as a common rogue might be long over, but your life as a vampire is just beginning.


[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 reply sarcastically.

[Assistant]
"A heathen, no doubt." You manage to spit out, angrily.

"Not a heathen, an abomination. There is a difference." The voice is male, and older. "But I don't wish to quell your anger, as you are no doubt misguided. Worry not, we shall end your suffering."

"Thanks, I wouldn't want to be a burden."

He laughs. "You are a funny devil alright, but one who deserves an explanation, if he wants one." Gears grind, causing your ears to sting while a shaft opens up in the blue room. An old man in a priestly garb and a skullcap comes out, an inviting though intimidating aura around him. "Do you wish to know why you're here? What the Church's mission is?"

You stare at the man. "What's the point if you're just going to kill me right after?"

"Us antagonists like our monologs, do we not? You'd know, for I am only part of the lesser evil. So, if you please, allow me to explain why the verdict is so grim for one with such oratory abilities, like yourself."

You nod to the bizarre old man, "Sure... But not before you tell me where my mentor is."

"Hmm?"

"Kelso."

"Doesn't ring any bells. Can we go on?" He says, looking at his watch.

He's not even wearing a watch! You sigh, "You really want to tell me the story then, huh."

The pruned holy-man beams, "Why yes!"

A long pause erupts. And you wait for the priest to tell you. He begins to cough, and cough... By now you're just irked, stuck in a room with a senile wackjob. It's surprising that he's your interrogator. "So."

"Ah yes. On the first day," His large dark eyes twinkle, "of the new Era, the world began to sink. Horrible diseases and militant radicals swept through different parts of the globe. Coincidentally, this all began after marriage became void and immorality was embraced." He shakes his head, "Regardless, Simon Kurschner created his Program, with the government's support, and using the dead and dying as test subjects, he claimed that he wished to stop disease and create perfect soldiers as well. At the time, it sounded ludicrous; like a comic book. But the world governments were desperate, and he received the funding. The second day was much darker, with the disease spreading rapidly before Kurschner's lab was even finished. By the time it was done, he petitioned for less regulation, and that's when it began. There would be no stopping what he began to create. Worse than the viruses which wiped out humanity; a God's flood. This... you, are different, unnatural. Third day came and Simon sent a crew of his deathless zombies, which survived the disease under his care, to deal with military conflicts all over the world. The fact that it succeeded so well was a curse, as he gained more support. By the 4rth day he had thousands of Creations under his disposal. And who didn't trust him? The religious, the so-called 'supersticious' Church." He spits, getting emotional during his obviously summarized tale, "5th Day, his Creations began fighting against the world, rather than with them against evil. One experiment could take on hundreds of regular soldiers alone, and so they laid waste, all while Simon was living the good life. Then, what do you know, the diseases evolved, went airborn, killed everyone but the faithful, those who stayed in the First Chapel. The Earth was dying, as God didn't want it to continue as it did, and only two groups survived; the Zealots, and the Creations. The next day involved war. W wanting to e slowly began building society back up, getting stronger technology and a bigger community. But it was not enough, and the Creations spread us weak and thin. But we're growing, and the Creations are now on the run, no doubt split between wanting to kill us or the Professor, who got them into this mess. Everything with them is 'kill', for they are demon-spawn.''

He notices your eyese rolling and then bends down to your level, "Look at you, boy, blood on his lips and unrelenting anger. This is mercy, to end your cursed life. As now, on the 7th day, we shall put all of the cursed to rest. They may resist, but we will go out of our way to end them."

You take a deep breath, taking all of this in. There isn't that much to say, and you realize how much fragments you still don't know. There has to be more to this, though you're not sure why...

"Dramatic, no?" He nods, continuing. "Which makes me wonder where you fit into all of this. You don't have a name do you?"

"Uh, no, I can't remember anything from before my awakening."

The Father frowned, "Hmm, you must have been one of the last experiments if you're so young. Very well then, good night, I'm afraid. May God have mercy on your soul..." He turns to leave.

"Wait, you're killing me after all that?!? Come back here! I'm sentient, I'm human, just like YOU!" You yell, struggling at the immobile chair.

He doesn't answer. A quick, firey death unexpectedly follows, your seat spewing out bursts of flame, charring through your body and burning your soul to a crisp. Red, then all black.

You have died by the hands of the Church.


[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 say "... Mind if I crash on the couch again?"

[Assistant] She nods, "Not a problem. Good night." She heads into her room, and you spread out on the couch. You're out like a light in a few minutes.


[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 stay with the heavily armed convoy

[Assistant]
You aren't going to leave the convoy now when you're so close to your goal so you wish him the best of luck and wave him off; you can let the Capt. Know in the morning and just not tell him how long they have been gone. Staying has always been voluntary anyway.

Morning comes and there is no sign of them, you report to the Capt. what happened and he simply nods. "Thought he might, hasn't been the same since that mission. Glad you stayed though."

You head back to your post and prepare, you leave in 3 hours.

The time arrives and you all gear up and follow the jeep, it weaves through the barricades and you all push the moveable ones out of its way until it stands ready to go on the road, its 50cal. reassuringly manned on the roof.

"All stay close to the jeep and keep moving, we don't stop for 4 hours when we make our first checkpoint, if you are too tired to continue then ride the tailgate and side seats on the jeep for a few minutes but switch out fairly."

Then you are moving. This level of exercise is nothing to you so you don't feel the need to rest until three hours of jogging go past. That's also about the time you turn a wide corner to find a full roadblock of cars.

"I thought you scouted this!" one of the men shouts up

"We did, but things have changed, we switch to route 2! Back 50 meters then we swap to a road parallel to this one, we only lose 5 minutes!"

Its then that the bus comes rolling down the road you were headed back too and blocks your retreat.

Swearing can be heard now and men and women preparing their guns.

"Hold and prepare to fire!" the captain shouts but there isn't anywhere to run even if you wanted too, infected start appearing in the doors and windows of all the buildings around you and start climbing the cars, climbing out of the bus until you are totally surrounded by a horde of infected, even a few mutants among them.

You finally realize that you friend was right, the harbinger COULD control the infected and had come for you all. "Too late to make use for that information now" you think to yourself as the attack begins. At first the guns take them down but then the gunner on the jeep gets shot by something, followed by those doing the most damage, and the rest are swarmed over.

You included.


[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]
You grab the bolt of your rifle, pulling it back as you twist around and firing. The gun flies back in your hand as the recoil almost knocks you back as the werewolf takes the shot to its center mass, being knocked off Mikhail and letting out a high-pitched whimper as it quickly retreats back to the safety of the shadowy trees. Lucas grabs Mikhail. pulling him up to his feet as he joins you in running. As the werewolves are distracted with their prey, you continue sprinting towards the tower.

Unfortunately, you see one of the werewolves stand in the center of the village. It's larger than the others, its fur white and its eyes red. It stares at you for a second, before it lets out a powerful, booming howl. The other werewolves emerge from the buildings, blood matting their fur and dripping from their claws. The Alpha Male drops to all fours and begins sprinting away towards you, followed by the others.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucas says, as you see the castle.

You sprint, the only noise being your heavy panting and the thudding of boots and clawed feet on the earth. You reach the castle, sprinting through the gates and past the carriages parked there. You see the portcullis' control wheel to your left, and the heavy wooden door to the keep to your right.

[User] You get inside the castle

[Assistant]
You burst towards the wooden door, unlatching it and opening it so Lucas and Mikhail can topple in. You quickly close the door behind them, seeing the eyes of one of the beasts as as it desperately stares at you with the rage of a hungry and stuck lion. You lock the door as it's weight smashes into the hard wood with enough force to splinter it.

"There's not supposed to be that many! There's not that fucking many!" Lucas says.

"There must be every cursed wretch under the moon's gaze," you mutter.

Mikhail spits blood onto his chest.

"Christ..." he groans, as Lucas chuckles.

"Oh dear brother, Count Grey would tear your throat out if he heard you mutter that fucker's name here," Lucas smiles. "Samuel, help me. We need to get Mikhail to the medical bay."

"Can't you handle him? I need to go warn Count Grey and the viceroys," you say.

"Yes, sure," Lucas says, grabbing Mikhail and putting his arm over his shoulder.

He walks towards medical bay, as you quickly hurry up the stairs to the sacrificial chambers. You walk upstairs quickly, heading through the lounge. You reach the door to the sacrificial chambers, before pausing. You can hear whispered voices inside, almost drowned out by the roars of the werewolves outside. How has Count Grey not noticed the attack? Why is he still in the sacrificial chambers? You tilt your head forward, and you think you can make out the words if you try hard enough.

[User] You eavesdrop

[Assistant]
You press your head against the wooden door, as you hear voices on the other side.

"You're nothing more than rotten curs fixed with mange!" Count Grey snarls.

"Why aren't we killing yet?" Draven asks. "We could run out pitiful master through and be done with it!"

"There will be thousands of Blood moons, millions of hunting nights, but there will only ever be one Count Grey. I want to... savor his death," Mihrab says.

"I'll skin you alive!" Count Grey howls.

"What about his servants?" Alexa asks.

"The crippled hunchback is no threat, Draven can hunt him down. The others will have been wiped out by the wulven," Mihrab commands.

"What ab...? Understood," Alexa says, seemingly confused.

"And the wulven?" Draven asks. "They're beasts with neither honor nor reason, nothing but instinct driving them forward. They can't be trusted."

"They are the most trustworthy beings in existence," Mihrab says. "I can trust that they're too stupid to think to attack us, their bellies driving them forward to feast on the villagers instead of making a move for power. I can predict they think themselves too important, even as pawns, to know we plan to hunt them down when they're mortals the next moonless night. Hell, normal mortals are infinitely less manipulative. The mixture of fear, loyalty, honor, greed and ambition that drives them makes them hard to predict, let alone manipulate successfully."

"You're going to die. You're going to suffer. I'll tear out your throat and fuck your bleeding neck stump, just like I should've when you were a pathetic mortal! I'll..." Count Grey threatens.

Count Grey's voice stops abruptly as you hear the slicing of flesh followed by a desperate wet gurgling. The gurgling lasts about a minute, which the vampires stay silent for. Finally, it stops.

"Goodbye, dear master," Mihrab says.

"Good. We're finished here. I'm going to find that miserable humpback and take his head. Perhaps I might gift his body to the peasants under my control. The children should enjoy looking at his misshapen body, poking and prodding at it."

You back step as you hear Draven begin moving, but he heads to the second door of the sacrificial chambers. Mihrab's steps follow him.

"I'll follow. I need to make sure the albino knows his place."

"The sound of footsteps fades as the pair leave. You breath out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, you find a dagger poking into your throat.

"Look what we have here," Viceroy Alexa says, as she appears from the shadows. She doesn't exactly step out of the shadows, instead the shadows manifest, forming into material as the vampire appears in front of you.

You take a deep breath, staring at her. She pushes the dagger against your neck, drawing blood that gently trickles down your neck. Her forked tongue darts forward and licks the blood as it runs down your neck, before she opens her mouth wide, her fangs pricking out. She gently scrapes her teeth along your neck, her breath as cold as a corpse, causing the hairs to stand on your neck.

"Look at you," she says in a half-purr, half-growl. "You outsmarted the wolves, or maybe just got lucky. Unexpected, but not surprising. How did you manage to eavesdrop?"

"I... I..." you stammer, reaching slowly for your gun.

Unsurprisingly, Draven was too focused on killing to notice you, but Mihrab should've noticed you. You're nothing special. I could hear your footsteps up the stairs, you leaning slightly on the door, your heavy breathing. I don't know how you didn't get noticed, let alone the girl."

Your hand wraps around the gun, as you slowly raise it to point at the monster's head.

"Maybe Mihrab is too old, too proud, too over-confident to expect much from humans, not thinking to even check for you as you weren't a risk. Perhaps he needs to be taken off his so new throne. I'll admit, I like you. You have... balls. Listening in on three powerful vampires, pledging yourself to old Count Grey, even trying to grab your gun when my fangs are less than an inch away from your throat..."

You grab your gun, raising it as your hand goes from the trigger. With the flat of her hand, Alexa slams it into your chest, knocking you against the wall as she grabs the gun from her hands.

"You're weak. Slow. Stupid. One of the qualms of being human, I suppose," Alexa says, examining your rifle. "Uh, how I miss being able to eat some warm bread, drink myself stupid on cheap beer and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. Thankfully, I'm still able to enjoy some other... base pleasures. I'm so close to slicing your vein open and feasting on your delicious blood..."

"Fuck you. Why don't you just kill me?" you spit.

"Kill you? Why would I do that? You'll either fail and be killed, in which case why would I expend energy to kill you, or you'll succeed, and kill Draven and Mihrab, both of who will underestimate how dangerous you'll be, in which case they needed to die. If you do happen to kill them, please, come find me. I'm sure I'd like to talk to you at that point."

Alexa steps back, smiling at you. She tosses the gun to the ground, where it clatters across the stone floor. She swirls around, walking away from you. She bursts forward, quickly speeding off. You let out a sigh of relief, grabbing your gun and picking it up.

Fucking hell. You have three vampires and a pack of werewolves to deal with. Could things get...? Actually, you'll refrain from tempting fate.

[User] You search the Sacrificial Chambers

[Assistant]
You walk into the sacrificial chambers. You walk over to Count Grey, who has a deep wound going through his chest and lies on the ground. You step over the blood-filled grooves of the floor, walking over to him. You drop to a knee, checking his pulse, before mentally hitting yourself for being so stupid. He's undead. You pull back his eyelids, revealing dull, lifeless black eyes. You quickly pat him down, finding only a curved ebony dagger and some Leu on him, which you take. You gently pat his cold head as a matter of respect, or perhaps more likely to comfort yourself. The terrifying menace who has controlled the region for over a thousand years is dead. He was your master, your mentor and your liege.

"Good fucking riddance. He was a cold, sociopathic cunt," you say aloud, a part of you still terrified to say it, somehow expecting him to wake up and tear out your throat.

You stand, looking around. There's the doorway to the lower floors, where you,,,

A girl charges out from your blind side, holding up a dagger.

[User] You shoot your gun

[Assistant]
You quickly raise your gun, firing it. The gun bucks in your hands as the bullet tears through the air forward, blowing out the girl's heart. She collapses onto the ground, her head smacking into the cold stone and falling into the groove.

You stare at her face, recognizing Dasha, the sacrificial victim you kidnapped from earlier. Huh, she had survived. Must've gotten free of the chains. Did you even chain her up, or did you just leave her unconscious? Huh, doesn't matter. She's dead now.

[User] You keep searching the room

[Assistant]
You keep looking through the room, finding several vials of blood sitting on a table off to the side. You open one of the table's drawers, before suddenly the door bursts open. Standing there, clad in armor with long, wild flowing black hair and a face contorted by rage and anger.

"Yes! I thought I heard a gunshot! I was hoping for the cripple, but a ghoul will do!" he snarls, approaching.

The vampire charges forward with remarkable speed. You raise your gun quickly, firing. The bullet thuds into Draven's chest, but it fails to even slightly slow him down. He swings the sword, slicing through your muscle and sinew and separating your head from your body. His lips immediately wrap around your gaping neck hole as he drains you of your blood, your head falling to the ground.


[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 Warrick behind

[Assistant]
Warrick is possibly the closest thing now you have to a "right hand" anymore. True there is still Brenda, but if Warrick died, what were her state of mind be? It took her a long time to get over Roldan's death. You don't think she'd be able to handle another great loss, which is another reason why you'll leave Warrick here.

Besides, with him overseeing things here you won't have to be concerned about the homeland getting out of hand while you're away.

Leaving Warrick in charge you finish preparing for your trip to Nyttrus and soon leave with several hundred third generation Eternals and Flevas. (But not Galen since you don't feel he'll be necessary)

When you eventually do arrive in Nyttrus the place does indeed remind you a bit of Delerg though even hotter. The kobold leader Snilkez'ka is the first one to greet you and exclaim that now that you're here, the war will go much quicker and victory should come swiftly.

The first few weeks are indeed very successful ones, and it does appear that victory will come quickly if the Iznac are falling as quickly as they do, but as always not everything is so clear cut when you have dragons involved. You first encounter with one of the great beasts results in you losing half your company at the time and the dragon flying away.

After this experience you fall back a bit on the advance and regroup realizing that the conquest of this continent is going to take a lot longer than anticipated.

Year 60

"We'll hold the line at Fort Canopy and Fort Tangle, then after they've expended all their energy on this massive assault of theirs, we can make our own advance and wipe them out for good." You say and then promptly stagger a bit away from the table in pain.

General Flevas and Captain Snilkez'ka move towards you and ask if you need help, but you of course decline. Though the truth is, you could use some help, just not in the way they are offering.

Ever since the dragons reared their ugly heads this campaign has been one struggle after another and taken a great toll on your body. While you've managed to kill two of the giant lizards already, it's almost been at the cost of your own life. Your last battle with one of the creatures practically cost you half of the left side of your face given that you're missing an eye and an ear now. You're even missing part of your non-dominant hand. While healing magic is powerful, even you can't regenerate completely lost limbs or other organs and you've been pushing it to the limit as it is. You might be holding off death in the in the short term, but you've probably been shortening your life span just by using it as much as you have.

You've been in contact with Warrick who has been giving the occasional updates via letters on what's been going on in Evigrus since your absence and the general reports are always fairly boring. The only thing that has been of major importance is the discovery of Dokkrus. Warrick says he's already sent Eyes there to spy on things as you requested, but not to engage yet.

Quite honestly, sometimes you question if you're even going to survive this campaign and even if you do win, how many years do you really have left anymore? You need to speed this up if you intend on invading Dokkrus and reaching Mortos.

You dismiss Flevas and Snikez'ka and tell them you'll be fine defending Fort Canopy by yourself and that they should focus on Fort Tangle's defenses and with any luck the airships will take out the dragon.

Days pass and you and your troops prepare for the inevitable assault, which comes in excessive force just as predicted. Perhaps even a little more.

You look over the battlements and see several Iznacs climbing the walls of the fort like an army of ants. They aren't even using ladders, they're just scaling the fort with their bare hands. It's actually rather impressive, until you unleash a chain of lightning to zap all of them. The shock is enough to at least cause most of them to fall off if not outright kill them immediately.

Your people are doing their best though they can't stop every Iznac from scaling the fort. Soon the gunfire is replaced by sounds of close combat weaponry. No matter how far the advances in technology, it always eventually comes down to looking your opponent in the eye and feeling their blood splatter as you end their life.

While you're busy hacking off the limbs of an Iznac warrior, another loud explosion in the distance is heard followed by a bright flash in the sky. It's the destruction of your last airship from the dragon. Flaming wreckage crashes down in the distance. Won't be long before the dragon turns its attention towards one of the forts.

Iznac, glip and orcs all attack the fort and while it's a brutal affair, your Eternals are holding their own in the face of overwhelming odds.

You then hear a roaring sound getting closer and the sounds of great wings approaching.

You shout a general command for the still working cannons to be pointed towards the dragon and to prepare to fire when the beast is in range. In the meantime you try to keep that side of the fort relatively free of invading forces.

The dragon gets closer and you give the order to fire and unleash your own magic bolts at the creature. It's definitely wounded from its ordeal with the airships, but given your experience with the other two dragons, you know it's far from being out the fight.

In fact it's so determined that it doesn't distinguish friend from foe when it blasts its flame breath on the fort. You manage to protect most of your people with a magic barrier, but for those outside its protection, most are set on fire if not incinerated immediately. On the positive side, it reduces your enemies, on the negative it ignites the gunpowder barrels for the cannons causing a massive explosion and completely destroying one side of the fort.

While the barrier still protects you and everyone within initially, it's still a lot of strain on your energy and you begin to feel the fatigue setting in. and you can't hold out any longer…

Your strength falters and the barrier goes down and the flames envelop you and several of your troops.

In the last moments of your flesh melting off your bones you only regret that this fort will fall.


[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 fight defensively

[Assistant]
You figure all you need to do is last until the drugs start affecting the Martians, Ro-Man's not very fast so you can just stay out of his way. You don't want to tire yourself out.

The problem with this is the Martians begin to get restless and angry at the "dodge and run" tactic, this is followed by loud booing. They came to see a fight not a dance!

One of the Martians decides to take matters into his own hands and blasts you with his incineration beam. They proceed to do the same to the rest of the inhabitants on the island.


[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 say "But Yuzo... And Aki..."

[Assistant]
"I'm sorry, kid... but there's nothing I can do. We're to leave now - the city has gone to Hell."

    His hand feels heavy on my shoulder, and I can't remember anymore after that... '

...This is where it will truly begin.


[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 don't agree to trade with the Kingdom of Man

[Assistant]
"No. I will not sell the honor and heart of this village to some merchants only to be ripped off later."

The Merchant's face falls and he immediately turns ratty.

"Fine. Let this village become an abandoned ghost town in the hills that your children will be dying to get out off. Let's go!"

The Merchant Caravans begins to turn around and leave. You know that you've saved your little town from being steam rolled by the massive trade machine of the Kingdom of Man.


[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 memories (Mary)

[Assistant]
The Bride: Mary

That entire wedding was an abomination.

After the supposed "accidental" death of a little girl, Victor attempted to correct the problem by creating Mary. He figured if Frankie had a bride he could fuck her instead. Of course she was better made since Victor learned from the mistakes he made in Frankie. (This time he had Igor raid a regular graveyard)

The marriage was brief and embarrassing. Mary hadn't been alive that long and it was obvious that she didn't want anything to do with Frankie even though Victor created her with an increased sex drive. And since Victor could be considered the "father" of them both, and he married them to each other…well that just a bit twisted.

Mary didn't have an identity. She didn't even have the name "Mary" at that time. She was created solely as a sex toy for Frankie, an unused one to boot, since Frankie still had his sick fetish and didn't take any interest in her at all. She was very unhappy in her role and pursued intellectual hobbies in her vast spare time. Eventually she took the name Mary after one of her favorite authors.

However, she still had that BIG sex drive. She fucked everyone she could get her hands on behind Frankie's back. It was only a matter of time before she got to you. And well, despite your prejudice against the undead, and the fact that you were married, and the fact she had a really bad hair-do, she was hot and you're a big dog…

You and her had very long and passionate affair. You even looked past the fact that she was Undead.
Of course it just happened to be your bad luck to be the one that actually got caught in the act, by Frankie himself one day. Now while Frankie didn't have any interest in her, he didn't want anyone else to have her either and since he didn't like you too much anyway all hell broke loose.

Long story short. You beat the shit out of Frankie, depriving him of some of his vital parts. Victor sued you for vandalizing his "property". Your bitch divorced you and took everything. And Mary left Frankie for good for that damn bloodsucking bastard until they broke up later as well.

You really don't like the undead.


[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] The Tide

[Assistant]
"The tide," you say softly.

"Oh, you're actually answering the riddle? How delightful! Maybe I misjudged you!"

"Am I right, then?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the answer by telling you," the Fool grins. "Well, I best be off. Good luck dealing with my boy tonight, Willy."

"Wait!" you growl, aiming your shotgun at him. "You move and I blow your brains out!"

The Fool sighs, shaking his head.

"I don't think you really know how this game works, do you?" the Fool says.

The Fool leans forward, placing his thumb against the shotgun barrel. He scratches at his puffy, burned eyes, sighing.

"You're not going to shoot that gun," he says simply.

With that, the Fool turns, strolling off into the woods. You try to aim your shotgun, but find your arms are incapable of moving, the numb, cold muscles refusing to work. All you can do is watch as the Fool disappears into the darkness.

When he's out of view, you snarl. You sniff the air, smelling the scent of prey, and... you try to focus on the pain for a moment, ignoring your bestial senses, before you smell something else. The smell of smoke, in the distance.

You pause, raising an eye. Smoke means fire. Fire means activity. There needs to be something in that direction.


[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 visit the Dogs of War

[Assistant]
Your shuttle docks with the Hound of Iron. You rap your knuckles against the shuttle's doors, which open as your more military minded lieutenants, Fay, Olive and Hayes, stand up from their seats.

The inside of the station is like a market. Men negotiate in front of displays of weapons and monitors showing forces fighting. Immediately, a large, bulky woman wearing robes walks over, grinning.

"Greetings, sir! How may I help you? Are you looking to hire a force of Dogs of War, or would you instead like to offer your services to the company? Or is there something else I could do for you?"

"My name is Karth. We..."

"I have a Karth of the Bleeding Warthogs, a Captain Karth of the Joyous Hymn and a Karth of the Roar of the Vortex," she says, interrupting you as she scrolls through a datapad.

"The last," you reply, as the woman nods.

"Perfect," she says. "I'll take you to Christian."

You nod, and begin following her along the hallways, staring at the clients and mercenaries being hired from the station. A badly mutated human with six eyes is examining a squad of bestial-looking men, a rich patron talks to a heavily cybernetically modified Kroot alien who's presenting his sniper rifle, a grizzled soldier discusses plasma weaponry with a grinning woman.

Soon, you pass through the section devoted to sales, and enter the guts of the ship. You enter a large elevator alongside a trio of massive Ogryn, who seem nervous from the tight space. After a short ride in the elevator, you arrive in what you assume is the main... "office", for lack of a better word, of the Dogs of War's leader. A massive space marine, out of his armor but still easily noticeable for his stature and appearance, sits in a large chair, looking at some reports. He looks up, expectantly.

"Thank you, Ms Lin. I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. And you are?"

"Karth," you reply.

"I'm very sorry, but we do a lot of business. Are you the leader of the Bleeding Wart..."

"For fuck's sake," you groan. "I'm the psyker that killed Kyros. I mean like, I'm named for a tribal god on a tiny planet. How common can that name be?"

"My apologies. My name is Chapter Master Christian Firenza of the Dogs of War."

"You had an alliance with Kyros," you say. "Please, tell me about it."

"Kyros had a long-standing agreement with us. Earlier in his career, he'd lend his forces to us for the more important mercenary contracts. Later on, we promised to support his assault into imperial space."

"You're not looking for reven..."

"Revenge? Oh of course not. We're mercenaries. You've taken over Kyros funds. What reason would you have to fight? Out in this space, the only thing worth fighting for is money. So, was there more? If you need military forces, we would happily provide them for a fee. We're also more than definitely willing to hire you out as a mercenary force to make you some profits."

"Nothing at the moment, although we might take you up on the military offer soon enough."

"Perfect. Well, feel free to browse," the Chapter Master smiles.

You spend an hour or two looking into the various mercenary groups working for the Dogs of War. They certainly have a large force, but none of their forces are loyal to them. They're loyal to their thrones. Still, perhaps you should consider hiring yourself out to them. You could make a fair amount of money through this, admittedly. None the less, you soon return to your shuttle and head back to the ship.


[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 stay for the celebration

[Assistant]
You aren't going to let her run you off, but you aren't going to put up with her either. You see a seat on the other side of the balcony and head to it. Mistress says a few more things, but eventually stops when you aren't responding to her anymore.

You sit there in silence, attempting not to look in her direction, you almost feel glad when Jacob shows up with who you presume is Brenda, but he begins going on about how proud he is a of Roldan and other things you don't really care about right now.

"Jacob, I'm in no mood to speak about anything, I'm only here out of formalities. No offense to you, Roldan or anyone. I just really don't want to be here right now and would like this over with as soon as possible."

Jacob isn't sure how to react at first and then he looks over to his left and sees Mistress sitting over at the far end of the balcony. He gets it.

"Apologies." He says and whispers to Brenda about something before turning his attention to the parade, which is just beginning to get underway.

As you sit there watching you try to lose yourself in the moment, but it's difficult when you're fighting the urge to take Mistress up on her offer. Every once in a while you glance over at her and catch a glimpse of her legs. You think about how you'd love to have them wrapped around you while your hands are wrapped around her throat.

While you successfully lose yourself in this violent fantasy you are suddenly snapped out of it when everyone starts cheering very loudly.

General Roldan arrives on a giant extravagant platform carried by a dozen or so elven slaves. He stands there in very shiny ornamental armor with an equally ornamental weapon by his side. He waves to the crowds on both sides and accepts their cheers. Brenda and Jacob are both smiling and Jacob is shouting louder than anyone else on the balcony.

Then something unexpected happens.

A cloaked figure suddenly materializes right behind Roldan. From this distance you can't be sure, but it doesn't look entirely human. As the crowd's cheers become sounds of horror, you see this figure draw two curved blades and in one quick move decapitates Roldan before he even knows there is an attacker behind him.

His body and head don't even hit the surface of the platform before the cloaked figure disappears again. The elven slaves at this point panic and drop the platform, this is soon followed by the rest of the citizens generally running all over the place and soldiers swarming the streets trying to maintain order. The city is in chaos.

Jacob is just sitting there in shock. Alison has immediately ordered everyone on the balcony to get inside the palace. Brenda on the other hand has already left; you imagine she's taken to the streets to go find her husband's assassin herself.

"That was a fucking shadow." You say to yourself and then you look over to Mistress and see her still sitting in her chair as well, but she's not in shock. You see a small smirk across her face. That same cruel smirk you've seen many times before.

You KNOW she's behind this and she's gone too far this time.

You push aside the panicking spectators and rush towards Mistress. She turns to your direction just in time for you to tackle her to the ground and begin punching her in the face. Nobody tries to stop you.

"You fucking treacherous bitch! You did this! I'm putting an end to you once and for all!" you shout.

Mistress' face is bloody and her nose is broken, but she isn't without fight left in her. She rakes her nails across your eyes, which is enough for her to wiggle out from under you.

"I didn't have anything to do with this you crazy bastard!" she shouts, but you aren't listening to her lies. You don't even care that you're half blind, you continue to grab at her so she can't get away.

"You're not talking your way out of this, you svelk cunt!" you say and stab her in the stomach with the dagger she gave you. She attempts to cast a spell at you, but you grab her hand and break it before she even gets a word out.

You pick her up off the floor like a rag doll and slam her back against the balcony railing. Her upper half hangs vulnerably over the railing and your intention is to see that the other half soon follows.

"And now I'm going to punish you. It might not take you LONG to fall, but when you hit the ground it will certainly be HARD." You remark as you hands grab both her legs to finish pushing her over, but Mistress still isn't done yet.

"There you go, sweet talking me again." She says and with one last burst of energy and surprising strength she grabs your collar and pulls you forward and the pair of you go tumbling over the balcony.

Your last thoughts before you hit the cold stone courtyard below are of the happier times with Alison followed by the happy thoughts that at least you got to see Mistress hit the ground a split second before you do.


[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 hell no, you know how this is going to end up!

[Assistant]
While maybe it's not what you think, but your heightened suspicion based on reading countless incest stories on the internet, his odd behavior, loneliness and depression and the fact he said you took after your Mom…needless to say it's understandable that you think something really wrong is going to happen.

"Yeah…Hey Dad I just remembered I have to go get something. I'll be back."

Your Dad doesn't even reply he just stands there looking a little bewildered. You briskly head back to the basement and hope he doesn't try to follow you. He doesn't. In fact when you creep back upstairs a couple days later he's passed out on the couch as usual. It would seem his attention turned back to booze which is perhaps where it should stay.

With this little example in mind, you come to the conclusion that changing things the way they are isn't such a good idea and you rarely leave the basement ever again.


[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 say "Why did you kill Magos Cern?"

[Assistant]
"She wanted to merge into my consciousness. I wasn't a fan of that. She wanted to rebuild an army of Iron Men to enslave and force to fight. I wasn't a fan of that. Really, I had a lot of motive to do so. I thought removing the cybernetics would be a fitting death. It's funny, after she learned of a story about how humanity fought and defeated a robot army even after generations of luxury, she still desired to free herself of her humanity. It would've led to her defeat, and it led to her death. Why did you want her dead?"

"I wanted her captured to be honest, but dead is OK, if you can take on the functions of running and repairing the ship."

"I can, to a degree."

"I wanted her dead because she was a threat to my freedom."

"Cheers to the death of slavers, then," Primus says.


[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 allow

[Assistant] Your crew are willing to fight endless hordes of alien monsters for you, willing to travel through a daemon-infested realm of Chaos and madness for you, willing to toss their body into the fray even when it won't come out from you. Still, only your most fanatical followers are willing to give up their alcohol for you. You happily leave it be.


[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 say "No."

[Assistant] "Ah, perhaps you see the similarities between our tales. A group of slaves designed and used to kill and conquer for masters, who rose up against their masters to fight for their freedom, eventually becoming the last of their kind."


[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 walk out into the cold

[Assistant] There is a fifth victim of this snowstorm. Numb with cold, pale with hunger and wrapped in your blankets you stagger out into the snow. Quickly the relentlessly falling white ice overwhelms you: cold permeates every part of your body and your body is found the next morning.


[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 don't care what kind of weird porn he was hiding

[Assistant]
You return to where you left the hover platform and then begin making your way back to see if there's anything else you can help with. You can see Karoff has been busy here fiddling with the wiring, and indeed you're only halfway back to the medical station when you the lights suddenly flicker on and a much-missed humming fills the halls as all systems come to life. Karoff's triumphant voice sounds over the intercom, and a moment later Hinsman's to congratulate him. Everyone seems to be much more cheerful and you're relieved to see things returning to normalcy.

The main computer room he's working in now is quite close so you take a detour to see if he's pulled up anything about the damage to the station.

[User] You damage Report

[Assistant]
"Ah, I see. No 'thanks for getting the computers up so quickly' or even 'great job, Karoff'. Just more demands."

Startled, you begin to apologize before he waves you off. "Calm down, I'm not serious."

"Sorry."

"Jesus. You really need to work on not taking every little thing so seriously."

"That's...not a skill I need very often, though."

"Good point. Well all right, you wanted the damage report. It just finished compiling." Karoff spins in his chair to face the screen, chewing on a dirty thumbnail. "Hmm, let's see. This would indicate The Last Outpost is...yup, it's damaged all right. And needs repairs. From people who are not us."

"So nothing immediate needs attending to? There's nothing wrong that would put you or Hinsman in danger if you waited here a few days?"

"Well, unsealing some of the station's arms would be pretty fatal. They took the brunt of Matti's hack rerouting job and a couple lost atmosphere. The old medical wing itself is in real bad shape obviously, that's where Markov set off the first explosion. But all we really need is life support and power here and in the docking bay. We don't really have enough power for the rest of the station anyway as long as we're siphoning from the ship. I'll go and seal anything unnecessary off in a bit and then we don't even need to worry about leaving them with life support."

Good. That means you can leave here and continue carrying out your orders just as soon as this mess with the dead workers is sorted out.

"By the way, Hinsman is going to try waking Oswen up for a little while and then wanted us there afterwards to sort of put our heads together on how to handle all this," Karoff adds, nearly reading your mind.

You step toward the door. "I'll go now."

"Eh, what's the rush? But I'll be there after I finish a couple things. We're all just gonna sit around till the relief team arrives either way."

"I could go and take care of my mission while the two of you wait. Hinsman suggested that earlier, remember?"

Karoff snorts and shook his head slowly as he turns his attention back to his screen. "Don't you ever get tired of working so hard?"

You're a little take aback by the question. "No?"


[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 say "I want to pillage and rape this town "

[Assistant]
"I want to pillage and rape this town", you reply.

"You do eh...." The soldier says, looking you up and down.

"Well see, I can't let you do that, so, uh...." The soldier thinks about what to do in this situation and decides that it's best to shoot you in the leg. You scream out in pain and hear your family protest, but the soldier ignores them and the vehicle drives away.

You manage to crawl to the sidewalk but the pain of the shot is too much and you faint due to blood lose. Shortly after, a crowd of zombies stumble by.

I'm sure you can guess what they plan to do with you....

[Death]


[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 ignore the visitor

[Assistant]
You attempt to hide your presence and ignore the vampire as best you can, but it is futile. The vampire breaks down your door and rushes inside your home and immediately finds you and pins you on a nearby wall.

You are surprised at the appearance of the vampire. It appears that you have been beaten by a child of no more than 7. That's right. The elder vampire from which you hid from is a female child with long blonde hair (which you thought looked quite familiar) that would touch the floor, if the girl was touching the floor. Instead the little girl levitated so that she could actually pin you on the wall. She is not happy with you.

"What a pitiful excuse for a vampire, hiding from something that poses even a remote threat."

You cannot answer, the power that exudes from this little girl is preventing you from doing anything other than putting on a look of sheer terror.

"I was ordered by my sire to bring you to our side if you proved smart enough to best me, but seeing as that didn't happen i have to eliminate you now."

You look around for anything that might help you in this dire situation when you see a glimmer of hope, an idea, that just might work.

[User] You lightbulb

[Assistant] In case that a vampire would attack you, you had prepared countermeasures around the house to prevent someone from killing you in your own home. The glimmer of hope was the lighter that you know is in the nightstand to your immediate right, within reach, and full of fluid. But do you risk it?

[User] You hell yeah!

[Assistant] Uh-Oh dummy, you forgot that you can't move a single inch against this broad! Reach and reach all you want to but you're never gonna get that lighter!

[User] You don't care! You're not going to die like a coward! You're going to go down kicking!

[Assistant] You desperately try and break out of the girls hold but it is stronger than iron. You try every dirty little trick that you can think of to get out of this situation until finally you break the little girl's concentration causing her power to drop just enough for you to quickly move your body and grab the lighter and light it, an inch from the little girl's skin. Her eyes widen in terror as you hold the flame just over her skin, she begins to tremble in fear of the fire. But then she grins and says "Pass." You don't see the blur that is her fist crash into your face but you feel it, for a moment, and fall unconscious.

[User] You nighty nite

[Assistant]
You awaken what you think is hours later in a damp, dark cell. Your eyes adjust naturally to the low light and you see a message neatly scrawled in the dust of your cell.

TEST #2: ESCAPE

RULES

BARS ARE ELECTRIFIED

NO TIME LIMIT

NO FOOD

NO WATER

NO BLOOD

NO TOOLS

FAIL=DEATH

Good luck!

You already start to feel the helplessness set in but there is nothing you can really do. The electric bars might kill you if tampered with, you have nothing in your cell except a metal bunk, a pillow, a rough blanket, and a seat with a bouncy cover.

Well wasting no time you...

[User] You check out the seat

[Assistant] You decide to investigate the seat and you are granted with the knowledge that the seat is made of rubber, after some manuevering of the rubber you've made a rudimentary pair of handles to help you with bending the bars. But will the rubber hold?


[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 keep a low profile

[Assistant]
As much you'd actually like to get Diana out of the picture, it probably would be best to just keep to yourself for the rest of the day. At least until Bobby gets back. In fact you think about calling him about this, but you decide it would be better to discuss something like this in person.

You head back to your room and lock the door. So much for being "social" today.

You spend most of your time doing what you used to do in your basement, which actually suits you just fine. Though in between your computer game downtime (Sadly no Internet here), you also do more thinking about your future here.

It isn't just Diana, you're going to have to do something about; it's also this whole Tiamat religion. You wonder if you're going to have to sacrifice people. You aren't even sure if you have it in you to kill Diana in cold blood (Maybe in self defense though) how are you going to kill an innocent person?

You also are wondering about Bobby's desire to have children and how that's going to go. While you've never thought about being a mother, that's actually one of your lesser concerns.

Bobby's family has a "tradition" of interbreeding. As fucked up as your family was, there was never any of THAT going on and you're not exactly comfortable with the idea of your offspring having sex with each other…and just HOW young is that encouraged anyway?

"Goddamnit Suzy, you really got yourself into a mess." You say to yourself.

But its done now and you're just going to have to muddle through. You briefly ponder escape, but you're fairly certain that wouldn't be a good idea even if you did manage to get out of the compound.

No, your best plan for now is to speak to Bobby about all this. Surely you've got some influence over him.

Hours pass and eventually when night starts to fall there's a knock on the door.

"Hey, Suzy. It's Bobby, why is the door locked?" you hear Bobby ask.
"Because I already had a fight with your bitch of a sister once today and I was avoiding any more potential conflict. Hold on…" you say and go to open the door.

You open the door and Bobby goes to hug you, though you barely return the favor.

"Suzy, shit, you should put something on that." He remarks about your face bruising.
"I'm fine, stop! Don't touch it. (Sigh) Look we've got A LOT to discuss. First of which is why the hell did you leave without telling me?"
"I actually didn't plan on leaving at all, but I remembered a few things that I left back at the house that I thought we should have here so I figured I'd make a quick trip there which turned out to be a cluster fuck. Shit is getting worse in town. Anyway, I saw no reason to bother you since I figured you wouldn't even bother leaving the room. I had it planned for Helen to come up to serve you food at appointed hours, of course she mentioned the fight when I finally got in and she wasn't sure if she should bother you. Now I already heard some of it from the rest of the family and especially Diana, now why don't you tell me what happened exactly?"

You recount the event to Bobby and then add your own displeasure about his sister in general.

"I know, I know, I'll straighten it out." Bobby remarks.
"You said that before and that bitch is still trying to kill me! You better do something about her permanently." You say.
"Whoa, hold on now. I know you're upset, but let's rein it in a bit. I mean it probably wasn't the best idea on your part to provoke her."

Your jaw nearly drops.

"Bobby, I KNOW you just didn't take her fucking side. Because if you are…"
"I'm NOT taking her fucking side! I'm just saying my sister is a lot of bark most of the time and she only reacts when someone really provokes her."
"Oh, so what? Am I just supposed to put up with Diana's abuse in silence? Be a doormat like Helen? NO! I had enough of that shit from Kelly, I didn't come here just to repeat that cycle again! You told me you were the fucking leader of your family, shouldn't you just be able to snap your fingers and they have to fall in fucking line?"

Bobby just hangs his head and slumps down on a chair.

"(Sigh) Alright, alright, you made your point and you're right. You shouldn't have to put up with that sort of treatment. I'll handle Diana, but from now on don't get into a fight with her if she's being a bitch. Just ignore her." Bobby says.
"Yeah well I'm not sure if that's going to be an option if she pushes me too much, which brings me to some other issues."
"Other issues? What the else fucking happened while I was gone?"
"Nothing, but I've been doing some thinking. If I'm going to be popping out children, I refuse to have them involved in some kiddie porn ring. I'm not having it! I can look past a lot, but that's where I'm drawing the fucking line." You say with authority.

Now Bobby's jaw drops.

"Kiddie porn? By Tiamat's Twenty Tits, what the hell do you think goes on here Suzy?" Bobby says being genuinely offended.
"Well I don't fucking know! I mean I know you guys participate in human sacrifice and commit incest like its no big deal! I mean you and your sister had to start experimenting with each other at an early age and taught that it was perfectly fine to do so. What the hell am I supposed to think?" you say.
"You could've just asked you know. You could've asked about Tiamat and all this other shit before jumping to your own conclusions. I've tried on many occasions to actually enlighten you on my religion but (Sigh) nevermind. We'll get to THAT later, first let me allay your fears of any rampant pedophilia going on here of which there ISN'T. Or at least under my watch there won't be."
"So you're saying that it has happened in your family."
"Look, I'm not going to lie and say that maybe sometimes that shit HAS happened in the past with other family members, but I'm sure my family isn't the only one that has had such elements in it. I mean what about your family? Like your old Uncle Ed?"
"Hey my Uncle Ed wasn't a kiddie fiddler, he was just a plain old serial killer." You say.
"Oh well, I guess he was a saint then, look my point is, I think you've got the wrong impression about all of us. All right, it's true my family did tend to interbreed a bit more in the past and yeah by and large we don't see it as some great taboo. However it wasn't like it was a standard procedure to get the kids to start playing doctor at an early age. To be honest, I probably only grew close to Diana because my dad was a fucking tyrant who barely let any of us socialize with others our own age. Then after mom died…who WASN'T related to my dad by the way, Diana and me just grew even closer and…well I won't go into anymore because I'm sure you don't want to hear it. I'm just saying it wasn't like my dad was telling us to fuck one another or else. If anything, my dad probably was a bigger prude than some Christian fundies. If he had known what was going on, he probably would've horse whipped the pair of us for distracting ourselves from Tiamat's glory or some shit."

Bobby holds up his hand before you can interrupt.

"So, what I'm saying is that any children we have aren't going to be forced to have sex with each other or anyone else. That's not part of the plan nor will it ever be."
"Hmm, glad to hear it." You say.
"Okay, are there any other concerns we need to discuss?"
"Well, I don't see why we can't get married sooner, like tomorrow for instance."
"Because this Friday is perfect. I've already got things planned out."
"Wait, I'm the bride, shouldn't I be planning all this out? In fact why do I have practically no say in this?"
"Because…look…argh, fine besides wanting the wedding moved up what else do you want?"
"Well…I dunno. Okay, I guess I don't have any ideas. That's not the point though, it's the principle that I want my voice to be heard."
"Well trust me, after today it's been more than heard. Look, if you DO have any requests, let me know because we can accommodate you…except pushing up the date. It really needs to be on Friday. Why do you want it pushed up anyway?"
"William told me I'm in danger with Diana until I'm actually married to you."
"And I'm telling you not to worry about Diana anymore. I'm going to take care of that. And I wouldn't listen to my cousin anyway. He's a bit of a shit stirrer. Now is there anything else?"
"No, I guess that's all the major things for now. So um, how was your day in town?"

At this point Bobby tells you about his trip back and forth to his house and while to an extent it was exciting, he was glad to get back home to you.

Bobby also goes on to tell you that a few more family members apparently arrived while he was gone and you were in self-isolation.

"Great, more people to hate me."
"Don't worry about it. Tomorrow, I'm definitely not going anywhere so I'll be around to introduce you to everyone proper. You're not going to get the Diana treatment by all of them. To be honest, what little the rest have seen of you, you're ahead in the polls. Helen likes you of course. You managed to impress William and some of the kids thought you were, in their words a pretty blonde lady that was beating up their mean sister Diana or aunt Diana in some cases. Even my cousin Brandon said you seemed okay and he barely ever gives an opinion without his wife telling him what to think."
"Well I guess that's something I suppose."

At this point Bobby goes back to reassuring you that everything will be fine and the pair of you spend the remainder of the night together. Eventually as the hours grow late the pair of you go to sleep.

Still, you can't help but have your doubts and concerns even though Bobby alleviated a few of them. You still think you're going to have to take matters into your own hands rather than rely solely on Bobby.

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
WEDNESDAY

"And Suzy is the winner of the world cucumber eating championship! Let's all hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" The announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Not even feeling full, you wipe away the ranch dressing on your lips, graciously stand up and bow for your adoring fans. The Minotaur on your right looks at you in disbelief and then turns away to puke in a trough.

Meanwhile the little Asian satyr on your left just shakes his head wondering how the hell you could've beaten him.

"I don't understand it...all my training. I glanced over at you during the contest...you...you were barely even chewing! How?" He asks.
"Oh just natural talent at swallowing cucumbers I suppose." You reply humbly and wink at the audience, which continues to praise you.

While you're blowing kisses at your fans, you suddenly get a feeling you've done something like this before. In fact you remember you HAVE participated in similar contests and you can't help but think there's some sort of connection with what you've been eating at these things.

Suddenly a hand touches your shoulder and you spin around to see a woman with long raven colored hair and a low cut black gown. It's Bobby's grandmother. This time she's a little older and she still doesn't look too impressed with you.

"Yeah that's great you got a skill and its real obvious that's one of the things Bobby loves about you because men in general tend to make their most important decisions with their dicks." She says to you.
"Excuse me?" you reply.
"To be honest I'm not even too sure about him, but nobody appears to have the ambition to stand up to him or are otherwise too much in love with him. That's Diana's problem right there. Anyway, MAYBE there is more to you than meets the eye. You might just meet Misty yet."
"Okay who the hell is Misty?" you ask.
"Sheesh, you really are slow on the uptake there blondie. Well maybe you'll get it, maybe you won't. I don't give a shit either way. Off you go then." Bobby's grandmother at this point snaps her fingers and at this point the Minotaur grabs your upper body and the satyr grabs your legs while the audience cheers them on.

You attempt to struggle without success, then a giant hole in the ground between the stage and the audience opens up. A swirling black void appears at the bottom. Without another word, you are tossed in which is followed by your screaming, the audience's cheering and Bobby's grandmother laughing.

You fall and eventually the light from above grows dimmer until you are enveloped in complete darkness.

Then you wake up suddenly with one of your hands tightly clutching to the side of the bed.

"No! Huh? Shit! Oh. Good. Not falling. Fucking bitch." You incoherently mumble, which is heard by Bobby who is in the room getting dressed.
"You okay over there?" he asks.
"Hrm? Oh. Nothing. Just another fucked up dream. What's going on?" you ask rubbing your eyes.
"Nothing much, just some more of my family showed up here in the middle of the night. I was just about to wake you up to finally have you come meet everyone properly. Now I know you probably don't really want to but…"
"Yeah, whatever let's do it." You interrupt and get out of bed.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to be so accommodating so quickly."
"Don't have much of choice now do I? I mean I'm going to have to get along with all these people. Better I make my good impressions as soon as possible before Diana starts spreading lies about me."
"Suzy, I wouldn't worry about…"
"Have you spoken to her yet?" you interrupt again.
"Well no."
"Well until you do and lay down the fucking law, I'm going to assume she's already caused a shitload of damage."

Bobby stops dressing for a moment.

"Suzy, what's wrong? I thought we were good with our talk yesterday."
"WE are good. Diana and me though? Never will be and something is going to have to be done about it."
"Suzy, I TOLD you I'd fucking talk to her alright?"
"Yeah, we'll see." You say and close the bathroom door.

As you wash up, you wonder if you were unnecessarily bitchy with Bobby, but then you think no you weren't. You have a legitimate gripe against a woman who is trying to kill you and he's SUPPOSED to be doing something about it. Honestly at this point you wish he'd do more than talk, but you suppose that's wishful thinking.

That dream really put you in a bad mood.

Especially since you've had it three times now and it always ends with you getting fucked up in some way. Not to mention Bobby's grandmother has started appearing in them. You've never been one to believe in the supernatural, but the dream shit is really starting to get too weird for you to ignore as just your subconscious in play. You're starting to wonder if Bobby's grandmother is mocking you from beyond the grave and one thing you don't need right now is yet another Morningstar woman on your case.

On top of all that, you still ache from yesterday's fight, but the hot shower at least feels good.

After leaving the bathroom you get dressed. Bobby is still in the bedroom waiting for you. He doesn't say much, but that's probably because he's trying to avoid an argument just before the pair of you are supposed to be "formally" meeting his people.

"Okay, I'm ready." You say when you finish getting dressed, Bobby nods and the pair of you leave the room.

Bobby finally speaks to you again as you walk and talk, though you're mostly just listening to him going on about the other family members you haven't met yet and how to best handle them. To be honest, you've already made up your mind that you're going to treat them how they treat you.

Eventually you get to the large living area where you see familiar faces along with unknown ones. William sits in a large comfy looking chair and nods at you, taking a drink. You see that Brandon guy with a slightly chubby woman, you're guessing that's his wife Veronica. They both greet you, but nothing more than that.

You also see three new people who are more of Bobby's cousins. They all introduce themselves, but much like Brandon and Veronica, they don't do much more than that. You don't get the impression any of this is personal either. Aaron doesn't seem like he wants to be here at all. Ronald and Denise look more interested in each other than anyone else at the moment.

You then see Helen again who looks like she has her hands full with several boys and girls. She still manages to wave hi to you though. The kids themselves look at you, but seem to be pre-occupied with bickering with each other.

"How many of those are your siblings again?" you whisper to Bobby.
"Oh just the three. The oldest boy there Jordan and the twins Aiden and Nadia. The other half are Brandon and his wife's kids." He answers.
"Um, shouldn't they be looking after them then?"
"I'm sure they do all the time and are just taking advantage of the extra support system they have now. I mean they trust Helen to look after them and Helen said she was happy to do it. Besides, everyone is family here so it hardly matters who is looking after them directly."

While you haven't known these people long, you know Helen's personality well enough that she'd agree to anything since she seems to be the family doormat.

You don't see Diana, but someone mentions she's in the kitchen making food for everyone.

"Okay, I'm going to go do this now, because I don't want to do it later. I'm going to go speak with Diana and straighten everything out and make it clear there is to be no more dissension in the family today."
"Hm, while you're at it make sure she's not putting rat poison in my food." You remark.

Bobby heads into the kitchen leaving you alone with the rest of his family. Having little else to do, you make the attempt to be social.

Brandon and Veronica are more talkative than the rest. They ask you a few questions and you answer. They don't seem to really care too much about you though. As far as they're concerned it isn't their place to disapprove of you even if you caused such a negative reaction in them, which apparently you don't.

You almost get the impression they find you more boring than anything else, which unfortunately due to your basement dwelling past might very well be a fair assessment. But you'll take apathy because it's better than hatred.

Bobby's other cousins are more of a mixed bag. Aaron barely speaks to you at all and he's pretty snappish when he does. He seems like he's a pent up ball of nerves since he's tapping his foot and moving one of his hands the entire time. In fact the more of an effort that you try to speak to him, the more hostile he starts to look. The moment you get the feeling of his eyes burning a hole in you the more you decide to move on.

By the time you get to Ronald and Denise, they're making out, so you don't even bother.

Which leaves you with William and Helen, the latter of which has already left the room with all the little kids of this family presumably to be out of the way as usual. William on the other hand is still relaxing in a chair at the far end of the room and watching something on TV.

Well at least you know those two are friendly with you.

[User] You go speak to William

[Assistant]
While Helen would probably appreciate your company, you don't really feel like dealing with all the little kids that are going to be hanging around her so William it is.

You head over and sit in a chair near him.

"What are you watching?" you ask.
"Nothing really, mostly Ground Zero ads. These fuckers are really raking in the money preying upon people's fears like this. Gotta say though, if I was the corporate type, I'd sure want a piece of that action." William remarks.
"You believe its all a scam?"
"Heh, well as always the best lies have truth mixed in with them. A day of mass destruction is definitely coming. I believe that. The writing is on the wall, but I know damn well GZ isn't the savior from that. Nothing is except yourself and how strong your will to live is. Yep, dark days are coming and it's going to weed out the weak so only the strong survive."
"Like the Morningstars."
"Heh, well some of us I suppose. To be honest, I'm not sure about some of the people here. I mean I love 'em because they're family, but…(sigh) well take Brandon over there. The guy would be killed and eaten in a completely savage world with no laws. His wife too. I dare say even you might thrive better."
"Thanks…I think." You answer.
"You see, this place. This compound that Bobby has tried to bring all the family to…it's just another form of restriction. The day is coming soon where unbridled chaos is going to become a reality and Bobby…Tiamat bless him is misguidedly still clinging to ways that should be abandoned. Now is not really the time to hide in a fortress like some 80s cult. Now is the time we should be out there embracing the chaos like Tiamat intended."

Looks like there is a bit of dissension in the family that doesn't involve you. At least not directly.

"I thought you supported Bobby." You ask.
"(sigh) Yeah…I thought I did. I mean I still do. I respect WHAT he's trying to accomplish and his plan. And I'm obviously not going to overthrow his power or anything…but I just don't think this is going to be for me. Y'know? I've always been a bit more of a drifter and after being here a few days, I'm starting to get really bored. That fight you had with Diana was about the most interesting thing that's happened here and while I'd certainly like to see the outcome of that drama, I don't think I'm going to stick around long enough to find out. I'm going to be heading out, along with Aaron." William says.
"Aaron? That guy sitting in the corner who looks like a ball of pent up energy?"
"Yep. He's even more anxious to leave more than I am. I think he only showed up to meet up with me since he doesn't have a vehicle and it's always good to have at least one person to watch your back."
"So…when are you leaving?"
"As soon as possible, in fact I'll probably talk to Bobby, before I do. He's going to be disappointed, but I know he'll understand…so how about you?"
"How about me what?" you ask.
"Well, are YOU comfortable here? I mean you haven't been here long and you already got into a major fight with Diana and nobody here seems all that close to you. Polite perhaps, but you're not exactly bonding here." William says.
"Well that might take time, besides, still better than my own family so far." You answer.
"Hm, well what about this wedding? From what I know, Bobby sort of sprung that proposal on you. You okay with that?"
"I love Bobby."
"Yes, I know you love Bobby. I don't doubt that, but that's not necessarily a good reason to get married. Hell, love can sometimes be the WORST reason to get married. Also if I know Bobby, he's probably already got it in head that you'll be popping out a whole mess o' babies."
"…yeah, I actually already addressed some of that yesterday."
"What about the wedding sacrifice??
"Wedding sacrifice?"

William pauses for a moment.

"You mean to tell me, he hasn't told you about the wedding sacrifice?" William whispers to you.
"No! He…he's not going to mutilate me is he?" you ask in a hushed tone.
"No! No, no, no nothing like that. I just can't believe he hasn't told you considering it's pretty important and he's pretty big on all this ritual crap to Tiamat."
"Well what is it?!"
"Nothing, you just have to sacrifice someone on an altar in the name of Tiamat to prove your allegiance and dedication to the family."
"What?!"
"That's the rules. I mean personally I think just a simple prayer while bludgeoning something to death in an alley works just as well, but like I said, Bobby's all into the rituals. Guess he takes after his dad that way, but then again so do I. It is said that most sons become like their fathers after all."

Those last words by William aren't very endearing ones given what a fanatic Bobby's father was. Still your main concern is this human sacrifice thing. You didn't think that you'd have to do it, in fact you aren't sure if you're going to be able. While you've had murderous thoughts about Diana, that's a little different. For one, you haven't acted on them, and two that's self-defense. You don't know if you have it in you to murder some innocent person in cold blood, let alone to some cult goddess you don't even believe in.

"I take it, you aren't really enthused about the possibility of killing someone. Well someone who isn't immediately attacking you at any rate." William says.
"Um, well…I wasn't expecting to."
"See, this is something Bobby REALLY should've told you before dragging you up here. (Sigh) You're supposed to be the love of his life and he should KNOW if you're completely in sync with him. I mean not everyone is cut out to be a member of one of Tiamat's chosen and that's fine, but again he really should've asked you first."
"So…wait, where are they getting this…um sacrifice?"
"The sacrifice? Oh got a whole mess of them in the basement in the left wing of this place. We captured a bunch of folks and locked them in cages before starting to move the family in…and I'm guessing that's another thing you didn't know about." William says noticing your surprise at this revelation too.

You're just silent. Combined with the mess with Diana, the wedding and all this new info, you're starting to seriously wonder if you're strong enough to go through with all this now.

At this point William leans over to you and keeps a low tone.

"Look, I can see that you're probably not cut out for this life and as I said, that's perfectly fine. But Bobby… well I don't think he'd take it well if you backed out now or worse, backed out on the wedding day."
"I know." You say with your voice starting to get a little quivery.
"Shhh, okay. Look, it's not too late to leave this place. I'd be willing to take you with me, and I'll drop you off wherever you want. Of course we'd have to do it secretly."
"How?"
"Well, my van is the dark blue one out front. Here's the keys." William says and hands you some keys, which surprises you.

"Don't worry, I trust you. Besides, that big gate has to be opened up first anyway. All you have to do is hide in the can, until me and Aaron leave which shouldn't be long. Just make sure you keep the doors unlocked so we can get in." William says.
"Aren't they going to notice I'm gone?"
"Well, this is a big place, so if you went missing for a little while people would probably think you're either just wandering the house or maybe back in your room before suspicion arose. I'd also be willing to make up a story if it came to that. In any case, if you're going to do it, we need to do it now."

[User] You go with William

[Assistant]
The more you think about it, the more you realize that William's probably right. You're just going from one fucked up family to another and you certainly aren't cut out to kill someone in the name of a religion you don't even believe in.

This is your one chance to back out of this mistake and you're going to take it. You aren't sure where you're going to go after you leave, but at least you won't be trapped like you are here.

"How long do you think you'll take?" you ask.
"Shouldn't take long actually. Just nonchalantly leave now and like I said make your way to the dark blue van. There are a lot of tarps and blankets you can hide under if you really want to play it safe, but as soon as me and Aaron are in that van, we're leaving even if we have to drive through the gate, but again that shouldn't be necessary."

Nodding at William you get up and make your way out of the room, which from you can tell, nobody is even paying attention to you.

You spend half of your time constantly looking around, to make sure nobody is following you or anything like that, but again you're in the clear. You manage to make it out the house and into the van in secret.

The van itself is pretty old, definitely a relic from several decades past. William has a variety of tools scattered all over the back of the van and you see the tarps and blankets in the back like William mentioned. They don't look the cleanest, but you figure you might as well hide under them in the meantime. No point in risking someone wandering outside and catching a glimpse of you through the van window.

Seconds, minutes and you think an hour passes before you start to hear voices outside. One of them sounds like William.

The driver's door opens and you hear William more distinctly.

"Okay Aaron, you go open it, I'll pick you up as we're going out." He says and then shuts the door.

Then you hear some squeaking around on the front seat.

"Hey Suzy, you there under all that stuff? I sort of need my keys back to start the van up." He says.

You peak your head out and out stretch your arm with the keys and William takes them.

"Don't worry, we're almost the clear blondie." He says starting up the van and begins driving.

A few moment later and you hear another door opening and slamming shut.

"Let's get the hell out of this prison." You hear Aaron say in a gruff tone.

And with that, William hits the gas and begins driving at a faster pace and you slowly start getting out from under your "hiding spot."

"All clear blondie." William says.
"Yeah I thought we were well on our way now. So did you have any trouble?" you ask.
"Trouble? Nah, by the time Bobby was done speaking with Diana he seemed so emotionally drained that he barely tried to convince me to stay. He basically just told me to leave and wished me and Aaron well. He didn't see us out though, he sent Ronald to shut the gate when we left."
"So Bobby didn't ask where I was?"
"Actually he did, but I said I wasn't sure where you went and that you wandered off a long time ago, probably back to your room. He didn't seem to rush off to go looking for you though. I'm not exactly sure how that conversation went with Diana, but I know she went running out of the kitchen in tears and like I said he was pretty down."

You aren't exactly sure how to feel about that. You can't imagine Bobby's going to be in a better mood when he realizes you're gone.

"Shit, maybe I should've stayed." You say.
"Well it's a little late for that now. Look, he'll be fine…well okay maybe he won't be fine when he realizes you're gone, but he'll get over it. He'll most likely just get back with Diana out of duty and their history together and she'll take him back, because he's everything in the world to her. And in time they'll live happily ever after, more or less. Nothing's perfect, nor should it be."
"Chaos always finds a way." Aaron adds in creepy tone. You realize he hasn't taken his eyes off of you which is a little concerning.

"Um…yeah…so what's next?" you ask wearily.
"What's next? Well, that's an interesting question. Before you were coming along, I'm pretty sure Aaron here wanted to go indulge in some of the looting going on in town. Can't say I was opposed to that idea either. I guess we could still go do that since I imagine you probably want to go back home right?"
"That's NOT what you said William! You said we were using this blonde bitch and tossing her violated corpse out the fucking van!" Aaron suddenly blurts out.

Now you back up and freeze. Terror fills every inch of your body.

"(Sigh) By Tiamat's Twenty Tits, do you have any fucking impulse control Aaron? Now this is going to be harder than it needs to be." William says without even stopping his driving.

You start looking around the van and eyeing one of the many tools laying the floor, but before you can even reach any of them, Aaron pulls a pistol.

"DO NOT even think about it bitch!" he exclaims and is about to get up out his seat and head toward you, but William grabs his shoulder.

"Aaron will you calm the fuck down for just one fucking second. Now you're going to get yer dick in that soon, we both are, but I'd like to at least drive far enough away from the damn compound and find a nice place to park where we can do this with minor possible distractions. I'd think you'd like to take your time with this one right?"

Aaron glares at William, but doesn't argue any more. He still continues to hold the gun on you though. At this moment you feel like a fucking idiot. Not do you wish you never left the compound, but you also wish you never left home. You start to cry and sniffle.

"(sob) Please you don't have to do this…" you whimper.
"Awwww…I thought you were stronger than that Suzy and weren't gonna get too weepy about this. (Sigh) Besides that's not gonna do ya any good anyway blondie. This is going to happen. However, Aaron here has been a little dramatic about the whole situation as usual. I never said we were going to throw your corpse out this van. I mean maybe we will if you put up a fight…but since I've grown to like you a little, I'm thinking if you just submit and let us do what we're gonna do without any problems, well I'll be happy to take you back home or drop you off anywhere else in town. Your choice of course." William explains matter of factly.

Either get raped and survive, or die. Those are your choices and those are no kind of choices at all, but it's what's been given to you.

You start to think about the pair of them violating you and it's starts to make you sick. In fact you even start hyperventilating and coughing up, though you don't actually vomit. Aaron makes some threat about how if you don't stop it, he's going to shove his dick in your mouth and give you something real to choke on.

Are they going to do it one after another or are they going to "kebob" you like pig on a spit? Are they going to sodomize you or slap you around while fucking you? Are they going to just kill you anyway after they've had their jollies?

As the van keeps driving through the woods, your mind keeps racing about how maybe you might be able to survive this if you just give in…

And you can't do it. You can't just let these fuckers shove their dicks in you like some meat with holes in it. You have to at least try to resist. You might die, but the alternative is even worse. You don't think you'd be able to live with yourself.

Mustering up all your inner strength and recomposing yourself, you start taking off your clothing, which immediately gets Aaron's attention.

"What're you doing?" he asks.
"I'm taking my clothes, I mean that's what you guys want right?" you say still sniffling a bit.

At this point William's head turns sideways so he can see.

"Well glad to see you've gotten with the program so fast. Shit, you got some nice tits on you. I mean I figured you did, but seeing them uncovered is even better. Can't wait to see 'em up close. I bet you made Bobby REALLY happy." William remarks.
"She better make ME really happy by letting me fuck her in the ass!" Aaron exclaims.
"Pretty sure she's gonna let us do whatever, right Suzy?"
"Whatever you both want William." You say in defeat.

Eventually you strip off the last bit of your clothing.

"I'm ready." you say meekly and spread your legs wide giving Aaron an eyeful of your lady bits.

William looks again and almost does a double take.

"Shit, well hold on girl, we'll get to…"
"Fuck that, I'm not waiting any longer." Aaron says and is already got his hard cock out in one hand and still holding his pistol in the other.

Aaron's already on top of you before William can stop him this time and he gets the head of his dick partially in you before you grab a nearby awl on the floor of the van and stab him in the side of the neck with it repeatedly.

Aaron yells in pain, and tries to shoot you in the head, but he only succeeds in blowing off your ear and hitting you in the shoulder before he drops the pistol entirely and collapses completely on top of you.

"Oh fuck it." William remarks and the van comes to a screeching halt.

Screaming in pain yourself, you try to grab for Aaron's pistol, but William manages to get it from you first. Bleeding, scared, tears in your eyes and partially deaf, and trying to catch your breath from this whole ordeal. You stare at William who is looking down at you with gun in hand. You try your best to give him a look of defiance even though all you want to do is cry.

"I probably would've done the same thing blondie. Protecting yer virtue to the end. While I'm disappointed I won't be experiencing some of what Bobby got, I'm glad to see you were a fighter after all. Don't worry, unlike some in my family, I'm not into necrophilia." William remarks.

And then he shoots you in the face.