[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] Continue

[Assistant]
Wanted: Bandit Blondie

The future…

"Give it up Blondie, you got nowhere to go and you're surrounded! Come out peacefully." Justice shouts from outside.

"Justice" Why do these bounty hunters always have such silly names?

"Yeah I come out and then you lot take turns bending me over and horse fucking me before you just shoot me in the head anyway? Don't fucking think so." You shout back from the abandoned house you're taking cover in

"Don't nobody here wanna fuck your sandy STD ridden wasteland pussy bitch!" you hear someone shout.
"Holy shit is that Mary Liberty out there? How's your husband doing? Oh right, he's a charred corpse. Guess I saved you the trouble of a cremation…"

Your taunt is interrupted by machine gunfire causing you to take cover.

"Mary, stop it! You're just wastin' ammo!" you hear another voice shout.
"I hear Bounty Bill out there too. I gotta say I'm really touched that you came all the way out from the Iron Union just for me. Guess those teeth marks on your dick really left a lasting impression." You laugh remembering how you got away from him last time.
"Keep laughing Blondie. I'll soon have more fond memories of you when that pretty golden mane of yours is detached from your scalp and is hanging up on my wall." Bill replies.

"Alright enough! This isn't about personal vendettas! This is a Ground Zero job and we're going to act like fucking professionals. Now Blondie, I counted how many shots you fired and you got exactly ONE left. You can't win this and you're not getting away. If you come out peacefully however I can assure you that you will not be harmed and you will get a fair trial."
"Fair trial before a GZ Board? You must be huffing gasoline if you actually believe that. They're more likely going to throw me in a cell and perform whatever fucked up experiments they do on me like they do with anyone that pisses them off. You're working for the most amoral entity in the wasteland Mr. Justice. Your name has never been more hypocritical." You shout back
"Yeah, yeah, look this is your last chance Blondie. You coming out or not?"

You look at your pistol and stand up near the window yet still remaining in cover.

"One bullet is all I need. Come and get my body bitches." You yell, fire your pistol in the air and then fall backwards so they can see your body fall in the view of the window.

"Goddamn it, she offed herself." Someone shouts.
"Move it, but remain alert! It could be a trick!" Justice shouts.

Well at least Justice is still thinking a bit, but he's still severely underestimating you if he thinks he's got you trapped. You wouldn't have run in here had you not had a plan. This isn't just some random abandoned house, it's one of the many places you store supplies. Some of which are fully loaded weapons.

Several bounty hunters cautiously enter the front entrance of the house, but it doesn't do them any good when you cut down most of them with an assault rifle before they can take cover.

Hearing more pour in from the back, you throw a smoke grenade to cover yourself and retreat elsewhere into the house where you have a trapdoor that leads under the house.

"Goddamn fucking smoke. Can't see shit!" someone shouts.
"Fuck this, burn it all down." Another says and you hear footsteps starting to exit the house from above you.

Meanwhile you continue to crawl under the house, eventually making your way under the backsteps. There you see in the area is Bounty Bill and a few other hunters.

"Shit, she's right there!" Bounty Bill shouts before you riddle him and his buddies with bullets. Doesn't take long before more hunters run around from the front to the back to flank you.

You barely manage to escape unscathed, but fortunately luck is still with you this day. You notice the house is starting to emanate black smoke from the front and the distinct smell of fire is now in the air. You also hear a vehicle revving up.

You pick up a couple of the pistols off the dead and cautiously head around the front of the house. You get there just in time to see Justice driving away like a little bitch. However, revenge is still very much here and Mary Liberty opens fire. You feel a painful sensation of a bullet going into your left leg.

"Fuck!" you exclaim and dive for cover and crawl behind one of many now abandoned vehicles.

"You're a dead bitch Blondie! You hear me!?!" Mary shouts while spraying your cover with bullets.

You and Mary have an old fashioned run and duck shoot out for several minutes, however unlike what happens in old movies, it does not ultimately result in some physical catfight with lesbian undertones where upon you proceed to rip each other's clothes off.

You just manage to get lucky again and shoot Mary in her right tit causing her to go down with the utterance of swears coming from her mouth.

You limp over to where she fell and see she's still trying to grab her pistol that she dropped. You shoot her in the hand blowing off a few of her fingers and causing her hand to recoil and she screams in pain. You pick up the pistol and train your own weapon on her. Already having a hard time breathing from the hole in her chest, she clutches her bloody hand with the other. The look in her eyes display a hatred you've seen many times before.

"I…I …I'll see you in hell Blondie." She utters, spitting blood.
"Probably." You say and then end Mary's life with a shot to her dome.

With all your enemies dead you sit on the trunk of a nearby car and watch your stash house burn down while you ponder what to do next.

The bullet wound in your leg will have to be seen to, so you'll have to make a run to another location where you've stashed some medical supplies. The bullet went through so at least you don't need to worry about digging something out. You're just glad she wasn't using hollow points and tie off your leg with your over shirt.

In any case, you're sure Justice will be back to chasing you around when he manages to scrounge up some more mooks. Honestly you'd like to catch a break where you don't feel like you have to look over your shoulder every other day, but this is the path you chose and as they say there ain't no rest for the wicked.

Didn't start out that way though you think. You honestly were just trying to survive, just like you continue to do today…but you suppose you really did start having a bit too much fun in doing what you did and still do. You wonder if it's genetic. Your uncle was a serial killer after all.

In any case you're a far cry from being the "good girl" that once hid in the basement.

All this self-reflection does give you an idea for your next destination after you patch up your leg.

Home.

It's been years since you've been anywhere near there. You've deliberately avoided it for several reasons, but you figure since you seemingly have more and more places where you're wanted dead nowadays you figure hiding out back in the old hometown might be worthwhile or at least interesting.

You loot Mary's body for her vehicle's keys and leave the dead and burning behind you. As you drive you wonder who is in charge of the town, is it still in shambles infested with those freaks (Though you haven't seen any of those in years now), did someone actually rebuild it, and is that redneck community still around?

"Well doesn't matter who's there or in charge, but they all better hide in THEIR basements, because Suzy's coming back home." You say to yourself.


[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 head up the stairwell, spewing fire

[Assistant] You march up the stairwell, spewing fire at the Troupe. Unfortunately, as you move up the stairs, this puts you far enough that can't hit them, but close enough that they're within leaping distance now that you're somewhat below them. The Troupe strikes, leaping off the bannisters to attack. Immediately, three of them are upon you. You fly out of the way of one and set the second alight, before the third leaps at you. You back out of their way, avoiding a sword blow, before you're stabbed through the back, and you collapse to your knees, before a blow takes your head off.


[System] 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 continue to fight

[Assistant]
"Keep fighting the bastards! Pandora will never fall!" you shout as you mow down another dirt biker.

In all the fighting though you begin to worry where Marina is, you look around for her in the chaos, and then you see her fighting with multiple enemies converging on her position.

You rush towards her to back her up and then you're blown back by an explosion. You slam up against a wall of one of the barracks, other than some minor pain and some scars you're going to have you aren't harmed, however your heart is when you see Marina lying bloody on the ground. She isn't moving. Ignoring everything else you run to her, you kneel down to pick up her body, she grabs weakly on to you, but she's in bad shape.

"Keep fighting to rebuild civilization…its still worth it…" she says before losing total consciousness.

 Alex suddenly comes up to you.

"Hey! We got people firing on us; you need to get the fuck outta the open!"
"You! You're a fucking surgeon! You fix her! Save her! Save her NOW!" you shout, picking her up and shoving her into Alex's arms.
"Wha…I…" Alex realizes you mean fucking business so he just nods and runs with her to one of the few undamaged buildings.

You're blind with rage, you begin charging into battle trying take out as many of these motherfuckers as you can, its quite possible with your actions alone you turned the tide, but you are still just one man, and you nearly get yourself killed, if it hadn't been for Vivica managing to get a few people from Ashtown to help out, and they arrive just in time.

Ophelia shoots a Combine soldier who was sneaking up on you. You turn around to see her, you nearly don't recognize her decked out in battle gear.

"Told you, you'd see me in the future." She says and runs off to clean up the stragglers running away.

The Combine is pulling back. You've won, but at a high cost.

When you return to check on Marina, you find her dead. Alex explains there was nothing he could do for her. You ask to be alone which he complies. You spend the rest of the night alone with Marina's lifeless body weeping and vowing revenge.

The next day, you come out with one focus. To assault Fort Justice. This will never be over until Harry is dead. You need to strike now when he's weak.

A lot of people are wondering if you shouldn't wait to regroup, but you won't hear of it, you're determined to do it now and everyone who's in fighting condition is coming with you.

In a couple days you and your small army arrive at Fort Justice. You half expect to die this day assaulting the place, but once again destiny is with you. Fort Justice is experiencing a minor authority problem. You can take the scum out of the wasteland, but you can't make them disciplined soldiers. The last defeat has shattered morale, and apparently some are starting to question Harry's orders, while others aren't willing to die for him. The gate is wide open and parts of the place are in flames.

You walk in relatively unopposed. Some fighting occurs, but you're looking for Harry and when the loud mouth shithead sees you, instead of confronting you, he runs for the trapdoor to the underground. You immediately run to cut him off and shoot him in both legs. He falls and grabs for his pistol, but you take careful aim and blow his hand off, he screams in pain when he sees his fingers all over the ground.

A kick to his face follows, and then a stomp, and another, and another. You don't stop until his face looks like tenderized hamburger. He tries to act defiant by trying to give you the finger with his good hand, but you take it and break the motherfucker along with the rest of his hand.

"This is for Marina and the rest of the deaths you caused." You say, before blasting his mushy bloody head into mushy bloody pieces.

Now its over.

You collapse by Harry's body, spent and drained. Alex goes over to see if you're alright, but Ophelia tells him to just make sure all the enemy are either dead or running. Ophelia takes you to a barrack and puts you on a bed and tells you to rest, which you do.

"I did it Marina…I got him…" you mumble while falling asleep.

The next few weeks consist of rebuilding. Rebuilding everything. Fort Justice. Base Pandora. All the damage Harry caused. Word gets out to the Combine occupied towns about their current situation, with no centralized authority figure anymore, the Combine dissipates as wasteland scum flee and return to the outlands where they belong. The townspeople of those places are very grateful for your help, and you're now in charge of everything but you take no joy in any of it, or anything. You're numb. You go through the motions, but you're basically in a daze. All your thoughts are of Marina, you feel empty without her.

If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't even be alive right now. You would've died in a big mushroom cloud death. You start blaming yourself for not being able to save her, you start thinking about suicide. Everyone gets a little worried about you. Vivica starts radioing in wondering about your condition, Alex (Who's quite familiar with mental breakdowns) attempts to talk to you, but it's Ophelia who turns you around, though not immediately, but it's her actions that become the turning point.

Late one night, as you wallow in the emptiness, Ophelia visits you. You expect her to tell you not blame yourself for Marina's death again, but she doesn't. Instead she talks about the time when you saved her from the cultists and how grateful she was that day and how she would've almost done anything to repay you for saving her life.

"Mm…well you repaid it already. You saved mine back at Pandora." You say wishing to be left alone.
"No, I'm saving it now."

Ophelia begins to remove her clothing, something that takes you completely by surprise. You feel you shouldn't, you know you shouldn't, but maybe it's feeling of loneliness, maybe it's the feeling of confusion, or maybe its just plain hormones, and you give in to Ophelia's advances. And for that one night, the emptiness within you disappears.

The next day Ophelia is gone leaving you a note saying she's going back to Ashtown and tells you that you shouldn't give up on life since you have so much more to change in this new world.

When you think about it, Marina saved you, so you could carry that goal out. She always did see the potential in you to do great things.

With this new perspective, you begin to return to normal, though there still was a little piece of you that died when Marina did. You'll never completely be the same. Life goes on though.

Five more years pass…

It's been ten years since the bombs dropped and civilization is starting to rebuild itself again…well somewhat.

Hard to believe you would've become any type of leader trying to rebuild civilization. Marina might not be around anymore, but obviously her influence on you still is and always will be as you follow her dream of rebuilding civilization again.

You're still running things from Base Pandora, which is now the unofficial head of the Atomic Alliance. The towns formally under Combine occupation are included, but are now treated as equals rather than glorified labor camps, though getting everyone to agree completely on anything still remains a problem. Fort Justice is now under Vivica's command and the Farmhouse, now known as Eden is a fully functional agricultural community. (It supplies food as well as biofuel for vehicles now) After that one night with Ophelia you don't see her anymore, but last you heard she had a baby and got married to someone in Ashtown. Good for her.

Other than political disagreements, everything has been going fairly well; raiders are still a problem, but much less than in the past. For the most part people are pretty happy living in your territory.

One thing that's been debated among you and some of other leaders, are the few GZS Shelters the Alliance has stumbled across over recent years. No effort has been made to open them, but they're all sealed shut by their main computers. From what you know by reading some of the GZS documents found in Base Pandora (and Alex who definitely has some knowledge of GZS protocols) the Shelters weren't supposed to open up until the central computer determined that sufficient amount of time had passed and the surface deemed safe. Apparently the computers still think the surface sucks. (And that assessment wouldn't exactly be wrong)

Most of the other Alliance leaders say that some sort of contact should be made with them. You get the impression some of them might've done it anyway, it's just you have most of the equipment that makes it a lot easier.

[User] You open them up

[Assistant]
At one time you thought about actually buying one of those things, sometimes you even wonder how things would've been living underground completely oblivious to what's going on the surface. Things might've been a lot easier…or maybe they wouldn't. You'll just have to wonder about the road not traveled.

You see no harm in making contact; they may even have useful resources to trade and might appreciate knowing that the surface is exactly the hell on Earth that they might think. Plus the rest of the Alliance leaders seem pleased that you're agreeing with them. Maintaining good relations to keep everyone happy is always a sure way of keeping the Alliance stable. Even Ashtown makes mention of a Shelter nearby that they've been debating about whether to contact or not. You organize how to go about this, since you don't want to make enemies unnecessarily.

It doesn't take long to open up the Shelters and bypass the computer elevator systems with your help. First contact with most of the shelters is a very large surprise for its inhabitants, though a lot of them seem really grateful. Apparently GZS Shelters weren't built very well, you hear reports of how inhabitants had to improvise and constantly repair various things. Alex tells you he isn't surprised.

"The main reason why I outlived my cyborgs when I was…uh…indisposed… was due to having faulty GZS equipment. Granted they made a lot of good stuff, but they had a terrible habit of cutting corners. When I think about it, I really can't believe I thought I was actually going to DO something with them, probably wouldn't have even lasted in a real fight…still it would've been interesting…my God I can't believe I used to think things like this…like…I dunno…"

Every now and then Alex talks like that. Probably wondering about his own road not traveled. It creeps people out though, however it doesn't prevent him from being a good doctor. You almost get the impression he feels like by being a good doctor and patching folks up real well is sort of like his "penance". One he feels necessary to do until the day he dies. This line of thinking becomes really noticeable within a few weeks of the Shelter openings.

The Shelter near Ashtown is in bad shape. From the reports you've heard some sort of weird "social experiment" was going on down there which resulted in some sort of catastrophe. There are many dead bodies and broken equipment. Many of the people are sick and infected with something, and they aren't in very good shape to go anywhere. Looks like they've been slowly dying. In fact the Mayor of Ashtown, Carlos, is taking the hard line stance refusing to let the ones that went down there to come back up, for fear that they will infect his town. This isn't a popular decision, so he's hoping you can send some sort of medical team to help since Ashtown doesn't have the experts you do. Carlos says that he'll formally join the Atomic Alliance if you get him out of this jam. Alex insists on going to help.

"Please, let me go help. I'm the best doctor in the Alliance. I…I need to do this. I need to help these people…" Alex says almost in a begging fashion.
"…Well alright Alex, but you're taking one of those biohazard suits! Who knows what the hell those people have, and I really can't risk losing my best doctor."

Alex thanks you profusely, and gathers a couple of his assistants and all the necessary equipment before leaving.

A couple weeks pass and you get a report from Carlos. He mentions that Alex has determined there is nothing contagious about whatever the Shelter people are infected with, and the Ashtown citizens are allowed to come back up and return. Alex is still working on the problem though and it might take awhile, he requests for more equipment, which you allow Ashtown formally joins the Alliance. You personally go there to welcome them in.

It's strange that you've never actually been to Ashtown before, given a lot of your dealings with it. While you're here on business you think about Ophelia, and that one night. A night that possibly saved you from committing suicide, given the downward spiral you were in at the time. There's a few times you thought about going to see her to thank her…but then you think how she has a family now and it would just be too weird.

A month passes and you suddenly get a call from Alex on your radio.

"Alex? Where are you?"
"I'm in the Shelter. I managed to rig the computer to transmit a signal! Now I can talk to you directly! Great huh?"
"Uh yeah…what's going on over there?"
"Oh, nothing much. This place is pretty fascinating; I've been trying to figure out what was going on down here. This one diary was really interesting"
"Alex what about the people?"
"It seems there was this guy called Elliot who had a lot of weird ideas, he was a doctor…" Alex says seemingly oblivious to your question.
"Yeah, I know the type. ALEX WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKIN' PEOPLE?"
"Oh yeah…the people. They're okay…I guess."
"You guess? What the fuck Alex, don't you know?"
"Well, uh y'know... this isn't an exact science, and I'm still trying to figure some things out…I went to Ashtown recently for some more supplies, but I think I need some more higher qulity equipment from you, its getting kind of complicated down here…"
"What the fuck Alex? No, you're not getting anything else! We're not an endless supply of resources! Now you work with what you got and I better hear some progress soon!"
"…work with what I got…yeah…story of my life…" Alex says and disconnects.

Another week passes and this time you get a message from Carlos, he doesn't sound well, but he does sound angry.

"…we ally with you and this is (Cough) what happens? We're all sick and it's (Cough!) all you and that doctor's fault! He contaminated us! YOU contaminated us! The town is Uhhh…"

There's an old saying, that a scorpion, no matter how well you take care of it or treat it, its nature will always be to sting you. And that's just what happened.

Shit.

[User] You do not take chances, purge EVERYTHING

[Assistant]
You've got to keep this quiet and you've got to keep whatever this is from spreading. You quietly call the most loyal and capable soldiers under your command to meet you immediately. You explain to them what needs to be done. Any still living Ashtown inhabitants must be killed, and the entire town burned to the ground. Alex must also be killed and the Shelter rendered inaccessible forever. You tell them to keep you informed at all times.

The strike team is sent in the middle of the night in Hazmat suits and tons of hardware. Everyone in Base Pandora wonders what's going on, but due to the more military mindset here, people know not to ask too many questions.

Eventually you get a message from one of your soliders.

"Uh sir, it looks like most of the town is dead already, I don't think it's airborne, because it doesn't look like the children were affected…"
"Are you sure about that? Just because they look sick doesn't mean they aren't. They could be carrying."
"Sir?"
"…I said kill everything Sergeant…"
"But I think…"
"DON'T THINK! JUST DO IT!"

The Sergeant disconnects and you can only imagine what happened next, but you don't really want to. A little while later you get another report. It's the Sergeant again, he sounds very hollow.

"Sir…it's uh over. Alex is dead…he didn't even put up a fight…we're putting the explosives in Shelter entrance as I speak…should implode and bury the Shelter from being accessible…"
"Very good. You've done a necessary thing Sergeant."
"…no I haven't…goodbye…"

You hear a gunshot on the other end followed by a bunch of other voices shouting and dead air. Your official report to the Atomic Alliance (Because it's not like you can completely cover this up) is that a ruthless gang of raiders completely destroyed Ashtown as well as the Shelter and that you're sending squads to go hunt them down.

This isn't really a satisfactory answer, but given how far away Ashtown is from the rest of the Alliance towns nobody really questions it. At least not initially.

Over the past few months you're noticeably distracted, and can't concentrate on anything. You're constantly thinking someone's going to investigate, or one of those you sent on the mission is going to blab (Now you wish they all blew their brains out) your behavior starts becoming a bit erratic as you give out strange orders to cover up things you think are going to lead to your exposure. You constantly rationalize your orders as attempting to keep the Alliance from falling, since you're convinced that everyone knew what Alex did, you'd be blamed for incompetence for allowing it to happen and without you running things you just know the Alliance wouldn't survive.

However something like this couldn't be covered up forever. Eventually someone gets suspicious of your behavior which leads to rumors, which then in turn leads to investigating. Eventually the truth comes out. The Alliance citizens are appalled, in fact if you hadn't proceeded with your extreme plan and just come out with the truth about Alex's actions in the beginning you might not have been hated quite so much.

You displayed poor judgment, by allowing Alex to go about his own devices. Strike one.

You ruthlessly had children killed to possibly contain a contagion. Strike two.

You attempted to cover all this up and lied about it. Strike three.

This type of behavior makes you look like deceitful murderous tyrant, something the Alliance towns had enough of under Harry during the Combine regime. People are calling for your blood, and your immediate resignation of Atomic Alliance leader, in fact you might be imprisoned…or worse. You've lost all support.

By the end, you've barricaded yourself in an underground room in Base Pandora with people telling you to give yourself up; of course you have no intention of doing that.

In your last moments as you point the pistol to your head, you think about Marina, and how it all would've been easier had you died with her and how you tried to rebuild civilization even after she was gone, but just failed without her around, however once again you rationalize.

"Yeah…they all united against me…I kept them united… then Vivica will certainly take power…the Alliance will live on…I didn't fail…Marina…I didn't fail…"

Your delusional thoughts come to an end with a door burst open, and a bullet to the brain.


[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 do something else

[Assistant]
This mission that's been given to you by the Ring Master has gotten you all shook up. You don't want all this pressure, yet you're too scared to leave. This is the only place that accepts you somewhat.

You're too distracted to even get a drink! You'd rather not have to deal with Charley or especially Ajax right now either. Sometimes you just wish you didn't have to live an utterly pathetic existence.

While you're attempting to find some place dark to crawl into and hide, you literally bump into Remarkable Randal.

"Oof! Watch it you smelly, ugly, Geek! Honestly it's bad enough this Carnival has Freaks and criminal Midgets, but honestly having YOU here defies all logic. If I ran this Carnival things would be different! What are you doing out of your cell anyway? Doesn't the Ring Master usually keep you locked up until show time?"
"Oh, um he wanted to talk to me about something."
"She did? What about?"
"Oh about my act, and uh…doing…um…something."

Randal's normal distain for you changes to one of interest. He studies you for a moment before speaking.

"So the Ring Master has entrusted YOU to save this place? Hah! She MUST be desperate!"
"Huh? What? How did you know?"
"Madam Orbec has been teaching me how to contact the spirit world and read into people's souls. And yours is an easy read indeed, such as it is…perhaps our meeting has its purpose however. After reading your soul I can see something within you that may be worth saving. I never thought it possible, but I think I may be able to help you and your situation Geek."
"I don't understand."
"Yes you do. Maybe you try to block it out of your mind with that swill you drink from Charley, but deep down you hate what you are and your retched life. And you should. You're a sorry excuse for a human being, in fact you aren't really even human anymore, you're sub-human. However, you have a chance to regain your humanity back, and even become a useful member of this Carnival again. And I'll help you, if you help me."
"How am I supposed to help you?"
"A simple task really. All I want you to do is go get Madam Orbec's black book. She keeps it by her bed. You'll know it when you see it."
"What?! You want me to steal from her? I thought she was supposed to be your mentor or something!"
"Shhhhh! Keep it down Geek! Look. Madam Orbec IS my mentor and I'll always be grateful for what she's taught me. I've always believed in magic, but without her teachings, I wouldn't be a magician, I'd only be an illusionist."
"There's a difference?" you interrupt.
"Oh yes, Geek. Oh yes. Anyway, you're not stealing the book, I just need to borrow it for awhile because its time for me to learn more. I think Madam Orbec is afraid I'm not yet prepared to learn the secrets that lie inside her black book. But I know I am, and its time for me to prove it to her. She'll be so proud when she sees what I'll be able to do."
"So what're you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to use its powers to help me take over the Carnival of course."
"What?! I'm not helping you do that! I'm supposed to be helping the Ring Master anyway!"
"Why? Seriously, what has the Ring Master really done for you? Given you a job? The Ring Master is exploiting you for his own personal gain. She cares nothing for you. He just saw a useless dreg of society and turned you into something that could somehow make money for her. Assuming you helped the Ring Master and were even successful, think about it, you'd just go back to your living your miserable life. Is mere existence just enough for you? Isn't it time you wanted MORE out of life?"

You're quiet. You don't think anyone's even asked you that question, even before you became a geek, and you're really surprised to hear it coming from Randal. Someone who has nothing, but distaste for you.

"I dunno, I think I'm pretty bad off. I don't think there's anything I can do to improve myself at this point."
"Nonsense, there's always a way and your first step is by helping me. Look. Maybe you are what you are and I don't like it, but I do see that underneath it all you ARE a Normal. You should be on my side anyway; I can help you be something more than a geek. With magic anything is possible! Retrieve that book for me and I'll turn this Carnival into something much more than what it is and I'll turn you into something much more than what you could've thought possible."

Something about Randal makes you believe him. You can understand why people do tend to want to follow him. Maybe things would be better if he took over. He certainly seems more caring than the Ring Master and a hell of a lot better in general than Charley.

"Okay, I'll help you, but I dunno how I'm gonna ste…I mean borrow the book."
"Well I leave that up to you, but make sure you get the book to me before show time and don't come back to me until then."

Randal leaves you to it, but you're still not sure how you're going to go about this. If Randal can read your intentions then Madam Orbec will certainly be able to read yours. It occurs to you, that you might need some help from the less "moral" people here. And you can't ask Charley to help you for several reasons.

You could go to Pervus for help. If murder and sexual deviancy is no problem for him then surely a little theft won't be either. And he's usually up for doing anything remotely illegal.

You could also go see Salina. Besides prostitution she's known to be good at theft as well, though her helping you is a real long shot.

[User] You go see Pervus

[Assistant]
You decide Pervus would be a better choice. Probably not the safest, but he's more likely to help you.

You're hesitant to go anywhere near the clown tent to get him though, however for once luck is with you and you see him around the animals talking to a horse.

"Hmmm, yeah. You're a pretty filly. Yes you are. Let me tell you what I'm gonna do…(sniff) you smell different than usual." Pervus then turns around. "Oh it's you Geek. What the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm with a lady?"
"Hey um, Pervus I need your help with something."
"Oh do ya now?"
"I need to borrow a black book from Madam Orbec, and I need you to distract her."
"Hmm, normally I wouldn't help you do shit, but I'm kinda in the mood for some OLD pussy right now. Yeah I'll distract her, I know exactly how to distract her." Pervus say while stoking his crotch.
"Um hold on, you're not gonna rape and kill her are ya?"
"I won't kill her…oh fine I won't rape her either. Probably won't be necessary anyway, I've always had a way with the ladies…sorry old girl, but I'll have to be fucking you some other time." Pervus remarks and pats the horse on the head before following you.

You both approach Madam Orbec's tent which has an air of creepiness about it. Pervus has a look of crazed lust in his eyes. He's starting to breathe heavily and doing a lot of slurping.

"Oh fuck yeah, this is gonna be soooooooo good."

He said he wasn't going to do anything excessive, but now you're not so sure…

[User] You continue with the plan

[Assistant]
All that really concerns you is getting that book, because if you don't get Randal's help, the Ring Master is certainly going to kill you when she finds out you've turned traitor.

Pervus enters the tent and you sneak around back and begin trying to lift up a small portion of it to crawl in.

You hear a lot of noise and some protesting, while you're doing this, when you finally get in, Pervus is having his way with Madam Orbec, completely oblivious to you and Madam Orbec isn't making a sound…you don't like the looks of this.

You turn to your left and see you're right by her bed, next to that is her dresser which has the book on it. You grab it and crawl back out as quickly as you can. You run and don't look back.

When you get back to Randal he wonder's why the hell you're so worked up.

"(Pant) I got the book."
"Phew! Well don't breathe all over me, just gimme the thing! Excellent. I'll study what I can tonight before show time and then afterwards we'll see who the new master is! And what's wrong with you Geek? Why are breathing so heavy and looking around…you didn't let Madam Orbec see you borrow this did you?!"
"No, not at all. I'm just winded from trying to get out there without her seeing me!"
"Well you better make yourself scarce until showtime anyway. I'm sure you wouldn't want to run into the Ring Master before hand. Relax, I will keep my end of the bargain. Now go."

You leave and linger around the edges of the Carnival, staying out of sight until show time. What happened back at Madam Orbec's tent still has you unnerved a bit. You know it's only a matter a time before everyone finds out, before Randal finds out. She was basically like a mother figure to him. You didn't think Pervus would kill her, unless he didn't mean to and more likely he was just so overwhelmed with lust that he didn't care at that point.

In fact you're a little worried about being here by yourself with no one around. You half think Pervus is going to leap out somewhere and kill you too to shut you up. It would be exactly like him to do something like that. In fact now you think its weird to you that he HASN'T shown up to kill you.

You've got a lot of potential enemies right now, Pervus, the Ring Master, not to mention plain old Ajax who always wants to kill you. Randal is pretty much your only hope for survival now.

Eventually you wander back to the Carnival around show time. Everything goes as normal with a few exceptions. The Ring Master looks pre-occupied, Randal's act seems to be a lot more spectacular than usual, the clowns nowhere to be seen and all throughout the show you have a dreaded feeling that something really bad is going to happen.

And you just may be right.

[User] You because the real show occurs afterwards

[Assistant]
A dark moonlit night.

Charley confronts the Ring Master with his army of midgets behind him as well as Ajax. The Ring Master has Atlas, and looks around for his usual allies, the Freaks, and to the surprise of everyone Randal appears with most of the Normals behind him. You attempt to hide directly behind Randal figuring that will be the safest place.

"YOU? You're attempting to take over? You must be joking! Go take your fairy dust and
prance off somewhere, this is between me and the she male freak!" Charley spits.
"No, you malignant midget! Your time and a criminal ways are at an end here today! And you too Ring Master! No longer will this Carnival be run by an exploitative tyrant!" Randal retorts.

The Ring Master sees you and shakes his head.

"I'm very disappointed that you decided to betray me here today Geek. You will learn to regret that fateful decision."
"Enough, of this fuckin' talk. Let's see who's gonna fuckin' run this show once and for all! Attack!"

Charley and his midgets begin the assault, and the other two sides follow suit. The fighting is furious and brutal. All you do is crawl away and try to hide under a trailer and hope Randal wins, which he looks like he's doing.

Randal has the upper hand in every way, he has numerical superiority for one thing, and the other thing is he's casting actual magic spells. A couple of bolts of lightning fry Ajax and Charley. Another spell strikes down Atlas. All looks good for Randal…until Pervus and his clown crew show up.

When you first see them, they look like they've already been in a fight. They're walking in a shambling motion and have wounds on them. When they get closer those wounds look like mortal one. In fact they are.

Pervus and the clowns are no longer among the living.

It takes awhile for anyone else to recognize this. Randal just thinks he's got more allies until they start biting other Normals (as well as some remaining Midgets and Freaks). Upon seeing this, he tries to cast another spell to destroy them, but is stopped when one of the previously dead bodies on the ground rises up and bites his leg. When he cries out, he sees another familiar face. Madam Orbec, who while dead, looks obviously displeased by the theft of her book.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE THIS BOOK! NOW SUFFER ALONG WITH THE REST OF US!" she shouts and bites a chunk of Randal's throat out. He falls to the ground to be consumed by more of the dead and the book goes flying out of his hand.

All of the bodies have risen now. They're attacking everyone living, you take this as your moment to escape, when you scramble from under the trailer you feel a very strong grip tighten around your shoulder. You look up and see the Ring Master.

"My poor sad Geek. I told you that you would learn to regret your decision to betray me. I have to thank you though, while my Carnival may be no more, perhaps it was time for a change, and with this book (The Ring Master shows you the black book that Randal lost) I think I can make a lot of them."

You try to struggle, but its no use. The Ring Master has an unnaturally strong grip on you. He walks directly towards the zombie horde, dragging you along.

"Why?! Why aren't they attacking you?" is the last thing you cry out.
"Silly Geek, haven't you at least figured that one out by now? Zombies don't attack other undead."

With a sharp fang protruding in a grinning smile at you, the Ring Master hurls you to the zombies, who eat you alive.


[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 waterway and focus on the current location

[Assistant] You decided the waterway is too old and is sealed. In addition you know that the terrorists were most likely to use the hostages to escape. It would be a waste of resources to send another team to the septic tank and you would rather focus your attention on the current location

[User] You prisoner release

[Assistant]
After 20 minutes the prisoner has boarded the plane and is airborne. You inform the terrorists that their prisoner is airborne. The terrorists demand that the plane land at a secondary private airstrip near the border and be handed to a team waiting to transfer him to a jet.

You weigh your options. If you complied with their actions,the prisoner is likely to escape since you were not allowed to pursue targets across the border, otherwise it would spew diplomatic rows as it would be seen as an act of war.

If you detained the prisoner, the terrorists are likely to kill all the hostages at the bank. Both options were not tenable but a choice had to be made

[User] The bluff

[Assistant]
You decide to release the prisoner and decide to accompany the team escorting the prisoner to the strip. You get to the airstrip and find a jet ready to leave. You realize there is no way of retaining the prisoner and that the best way is to first ensure safe custody of hostages.The prisoner embarks on the jet and you rush back to the plane to coordinate the hostage release. As your plane nears the city you see a billow of black smoke rising to the sky.

You learn that your entire team has been wiped out.  As you are still pondering, your cell phone rings. It is your brother's wife calling.You pick up the call and listen.

"Halo........he is gone, he is gone" sobs your sister in law

"who is gone? where...." You ask

"Tim was killed in the attack"she answers and continues to cry until the line goes dead.

You  hold your head in anguish

Later on you discover that the prisoner release was a trick diversion to draw your attention away from the  bank. A large consignment of cash was stolen through abandoned underground waterways and the bombs set off anyway by a group believed to be ex-military personnel.


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

[User] You keep things as they are and start cheating at school

[Assistant]
Making any changes might make things worse than they are and you're already got enough problems as it is. The only thing you can reliably control is yourself so you decide to cut a few corners in your studies. It's not like you won't completely know the information, it's just between studying and managing the inn to make money for school, the money aspect is more important to your future in medicine…

This twisted logic doesn't work so well.

First of all your inn isn't really doing any better with you around more often. You're still breaking even and your staff is still unhappy for the most part. Second of all, you spend nearly as much time scamming and scheming for your tests that you probably could've better spent it studying. Lastly, you're going into the medicine, it's not like law where you can just bullshit your way through and by it's very nature you can't really "cheat" at least not for very long. Some tests just can't be cheated on and this becomes apparent during your advanced anatomy and physiology final where you're presented with a real dead body and you get several parts of it laughably wrong.

YOU FAIL BASIC HUMAN BIOLOGY FOREVER is what is actually posted on your paper by your professor. You don't do too much better in the rest of your classes. What this all means is you have to repeat most of your classes which means more money, or at least that's what it would mean if you were rich. Since you aren't, the university just throws you out since you failed to meet the academic standard.

Well all your short cuts, the home brewed hooch, the overworked staff, the cheating, it has all amounted to nothing. Sure you still have the inn, and if you made some cuts you could keep it running, but why bother? You never wanted to run this damn thing in the first place. This is all your parents fault, they pushed you in one direction and then they fuck up and you have to go into another direction. A direction which ended up leading to ruin. At this point you're so fed up with busting your ass to get shit done, you decide to not do anything at all. Basically, you don't learn your lesson from all this.

First thing you do is sell the inn for as much as you can. Not as much as you like, but it's enough to keep you from having to do anything for a while. You spend the next few months mainly picking up loose co-eds at the university. It's a lot of fun, but as the money starts running out, you realize you're going to have to get a job again.

You wind up getting a job as a lowly clerk doing boring file keeping, but you pretty much slack off on that job quite a bit. You mostly get away with it for a long time, but eventually much like your cheating you don't get away with it forever and you're fired.

After a couple more failed attempts at keeping a job in the city, you've got no choice, but to either become a beggar or apologize to your mom in Teckleville and hope she takes you in for a while.

You take the remaining amount of your money and take a one-way trip to Teckleville and mentally prepare yourself for a lot of apologizing, even if you don't really mean it. When you arrive you meet up with your mother (who now has her own place as opposed to living with your aunt Enora). She's surprised to see you and isn't immediately hostile. You explain your situation though omit some of the information (like cheating) and replace it with a hard luck story instead. This of course is followed by a lot of apologies and stating how she was right all along. It works and she takes you in.

Of course the problem is now you're living with your mom and while she's forgiven you, she doesn't expect you to sit around doing nothing which you've decided to continue doing. This willful sloth, leads to a cycle of several never-ending arguments, but the result is always the same. You either get a odd job around the town to get your mom off your back for awhile or she throws you out and you live with your crazy aunt Enora for awhile until you can't put up with her quirkiness anymore and you get an odd job around town anyway and beg to move back in with your mom (who always accepts mainly because she still has a lingering feeling of guilt that maybe her and your dad really are responsible for your decline).

The rest of your life is a rather miserable one and not very interesting in the scheme of things. You always remain bitter about "what you could've been" and this of course results in you thinking about that damn inn a lot and what you could've done differently.

You'll never know.


[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 say "Charge the Berm, they can't kill us all!"

[Assistant]
You charge the berm and watch as two of your men fall from the crossbows of the opposing soldiers. You are next to fall with a sniper bolt in your neck. As you watch the rest of the men fall you curse your stupidity and choke as blood fills your windpipe and you slowly choke to death facedown in a growing pool of blood.

YOU HAVE FAILED!!!


[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 leave

[Assistant]
"Alright, fine I'll leave…but you know this isn't right." You say backing away.
"…I know…I know…" he replies.

Jonathan calls his wife to get you few days supply of water, and some food. She soon returns with both which are throw at your feet, you take them and head to your van. They aren't going to give you a weapon though for obvious reasons. They tell you that maybe the town they stopped at before will be friendlier to you and you could try to live there.

You don't say anything else, you just go to start up your van and drive off, you aren't sure where you're heading, but you figure you'll take the "friendly advice" of Doris and Jonathan and go to the town they told you about.

 You get a few miles and then your van decides to die on you. Nothing's going your way. After futile attempts to fix it, kicks, and threats, you realize you're walking now, which wouldn't be completely bad if you weren't without some sort of weapon.

While walking along the desolate road, a dog like creature appears in the distance, then another, then more. They look like wolves, but something is obviously different about them, like they're deformed in some way, either way they don't look friendly, but they do look very hungry.

You attempt to outrun them, but the mutant wolves are faster, and they ultimately catch you and rip you apart.


[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 continue to ask for help

[Assistant]
Antagonizing her isn't going to help you and you did come to her for advice so you maintain your calm demeanor. You just hope it doesn't result in some sort of physical abuse.

"Kelly I'm just asking you for help since I acknowledge the fact that you have looked out for me in the past. Obviously you're right, Mom's guidelines didn't work out for me since you're so strong and independent and I'm not."

Kelly's eyebrows raise and you almost think she's going to smile. She doesn't, but at least she doesn't seem to be as agitated anymore either.

"Well maybe you HAVE seen the light at last. Took you long enough. (Sigh) Alright I'll help you out, but you have to do what I say exactly because I know what's best. Are you willing to do that?"
"Okay."
"Alright then, let's go." Kelly says as you both begin to walk and talk.
"Where are we going?"
"You said you wanted a job, well I'm going to get you one where I work."
"The roller rink?"
"There? No, I doubt if you'd last five seconds being a roller girl. I was talking about the other job I have down in the warehouse district."
"Um…there? But that's illegal and I don't think I'd be able to fight any better there either."
"Not to fight you airhead. To be a ring girl."
"A ring girl? I don't think I'm pretty enough."
"You always were lacking in confidence. Trust me considering the skeezers I've seen hanging out down there as so called eye candy, you're already ahead of the pack. Besides, the audience is filled with a bunch of drunk testosterone laden idiots, you'll do just fine."

When you get to Kelly's car, you start to panic.

"I dunno if I can do this. Displaying my body for pay. It seems so wrong."
"Oh fuck Suzy, I thought you were trying to change you pathetic status in life! And if you're serious about doing that, you're going to have to get a little dirty. I dunno what you're worried about anyway; I'm going to be there to save your timid ass if things get out of hand as always. Now are you coming or have I been wasting my fucking time?"

Meekishly you enter the car and the pair of you drive off.

You're already nervous about this and when Kelly starts driving in progressively more run down areas, you begin to feel even more so. You attempt to make conversation to keep your mind off things.

"So uh what exactly goes on in these things?"
"Well it's pretty simple. There's a crowd of degenerate gamblers around a ring. Two people enter the ring. They proceed to beat the fuck out of each other until one of them can no longer proceed. People collect their money. The end. It's just like ultimate fighting except there aren't as many professionally skilled people and there aren't as many stupid rules that get in the way."
"I didn't think there were that many women in this sort of thing."
"There aren't. I'm fighting guys most of the time, though one of the few rules they adhere to is a weight class system. So it's not like I'm going against a fucking muscle-bound steroid junkie most of the time. After all it is supposed to be a good show too and they want the matches to at least be somewhat evened out. I'm pretty much accepted now there though. I'm kicked enough balls that they know I'm not one to be fucked with and can handle myself."

You hesitate to ask, but you can't help yourself.

"Do you take steroids?"
"Ha ha ha ha! You sounded like Mom, which I guess isn't surprising. Well since we're getting all sisterly and all I might as well tell you. Yeah, I used to take them, but I stopped since I decided that I'd like to at least remain female even if I wasn't some beauty. I'm probably addicted to pain killers though. Oh well shit happens right?"
"I guess."

Soon Kelly pulls up to an abandoned warehouse. Its pretty deserted now, but you're guessing later on tonight it won't be. A couple of dubious individuals peep their heads out

"Here we are, let me do all the talking."
"What do I do?"
"Just stand there and look pretty as usual."

As you follow Kelly into the warehouse the two men who you saw earlier stand armed as another fatter man comes to greet you both.

"Ah Killer Kelly always a pleasure. You're here very early. I hope you haven't come to convince me that you deserved more money for that last match because I thought we had settled that, disagreement."
"No Steve, that's settled, I'm here about something else. Namely my sister here."
"Oh?" Steve says as he eyes you up and down lustfully, making you very uncomfortable.
"She wants a job and I figured you could help me out, us being friends and all."
"Why of course! But surely this pretty little thing is no fighter is she?"
"No, but I know you're always looking for more ring girls, and well obviously since your tongue is hanging out you believe she qualifies."
"Oh yes, she qualifies, but let's go to my office and discuss this in more detail."

All five of you head towards the office and every instinct in your body is telling you to get out, but then you remember your sister telling you that she'll be looking out for you. She's always been mean, but she's never lied to you.

The office isn't anything unusual and Steve continues talking with Kelly the whole time, until he sits down and begins to address you directly.

"So you willing to walk around a ring holding a card for a few minutes while drunks gawk and scream at you?"
"I guess so."
"You willing to dress in a skimpy outfit that shows off those tits and that ass you've got covered?"
"Uh…yeah."
"You willing to suck my cock?"
"What?"
"I said are you willing to suck my cock darling? Your sister did mention that as a pre-requisite didn't she?"

You look at Kelly in horror.

"Heh, well by that expression, I can see she didn't."
"Kelly! You mean you blew this guy to get this job?"
"Hah! I wouldn't let Kelly near my dick! She's a dyke anyway. No only ring girls get this special privilege. So let's get to it."

Steve starts to unzip his pants while his two goons just smirk. Kelly's expression hasn't changed. She looks as serious as ever.

"Kelly, I don't think I can do this…" you say.
"Oh fuck Suzy what's the fucking problem? So you suck a little dick to get a job, it's not the end of the goddamn world! I told you before; you're going to have to get a little dirty if you want to function in the real world! DO NOT make me look like a fucking asshole right now by backing out!"

You feel so scared, outnumbered and overwhelmed right now.

[User] Back out

[Assistant]
You can't do this. It goes against everything that mom instilled in you. You begin to cry and collapse on the floor in tears.

"Oh geez, she is an emotional one. Oh well nevermind then." Steve says zipping up his pants. "Kelly I'll see you at tonight's show, hope you put on a good one, because combined with your complaining yesterday and wasting my time today, you're not exactly high on my list right now. Get out of here."

Kelly doesn't say anything but she pulls you up by the hair and roughly pulls you back to the car. She's entirely silent during this time, but when she throws you in the car, she lets loose.

"You fucking little bitch! You couldn't help me out once? I told you to trust me, and you can't even do that! When we get home you better just permanently stay in that goddamn basement of yours! Don't EVER ask for my help ever again! Fuck you! Fuck you!" She screams and your cries are stifled when she punches you in the face a couple times before starting up the car.

She continues to berate you and smacks you a few more times whenever you start to cry a little louder. You almost think she's going to dump you in the middle of one the ghettos you're driving through and she does threaten to do so several times, but she never does.

When you get home, Peter and his buddy Kevin are outside filming something irrelevant, but when they see you and Kelly they film her pulling you out of the car, screaming obscenities, and kicking you a few times before driving off. Kevin helps you up and tries to grope you in the process, but you push him away and run back to your room to cry.

You attempted to do something in the real world and were literally beaten and harassed for your efforts. It's apparent to you now that you have no place out there anymore. You follow Kelly's advice this time and vow never to leave the basement ever again.


[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 convince Dasha to go in with just the knife

[Assistant]
"No!" you say, shaking your head.

"Then go through!" Dasha commands.

"You go in with the knife, I go behind you with the rang..."

Something slams into the door, sending you flying across the ground and onto your ass with a painful thud. Standing there, clad in armor with long, wild flowing black hair and a face contorted by rage and anger.

"Yes! I was distracted by the freak, but even I can hear you two bickering! Gotta get my ears checked, haha!" he snarls before laughing menacingly as he steps forward.

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 as he leaps upon you, 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 rolling to the ground.


[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 keep the gun

[Assistant]
When in doubt, always keep the gun.

"Helen, I'm not giving you the gun, just stay behind me." You say.
"You…you don't trust me do you?" Helen remarks.
"What? No, of course do."
"No you don't, you think I'm going to shoot you!"
"Look, I just feel safer with the gun in my hand, now let's go!" you say and start heading out the door.

Helen isn't letting this go though; she continues to bitch about your decision as you make your way through the corridor and down the stairs.

"You're a poor liar Suzy and I'm not sure what hurts more, you not trusting me after all we've been through or you feeling like you need to lie to me about your true feelings." Helen remarks.
"Oh for fuck's sake, we don't have time for this!"
"I saved your life yesterday you know!"
"And I'm grateful for that, but your current bitching about this situation isn't exactly putting my mind at ease. You seem a little too eager to want the damn gun."

When you finally finish going down the stairs, the gunfire, yelling and guttural noises are louder, but you and Helen are still arguing even as you make your way towards where the fighting is coming from.

"I can't believe you still don't trust me..." Helen remarks causing you to stop and spin around to address her.
"ENOUGH! Just fucking STOP! At this point no I DON'T trust you! I obviously broke your hopes of having some fucked up three way with Bobby and you're harboring a grudge about it. Now we can settle our differences later, right now we have to…"
"SUZY LOOK OUT!" Helen suddenly screams in your face.

You spin back around just in time to see two of the creatures burst through the door in front of you.

You get off one shot, which goes wild due to being taken by complete surprise and not being used to shooting under pressure. You are tackled to the ground by one of them dropping your gun in the process, while the other goes running for Helen, who you hear screaming and running away.

As you struggle with the creature on the floor, you briefly look desperately over the gun that you dropped and try to reach for it, but it's just out your grasp. The thing nearly bites you again and tightens its grip on your arms in an attempt to immobilize you. Even your knees to its groin don't help.

You don't know if this thing is undead or just rabid, but it hardly matters when it soon overpowers you and rips open your throat with its teeth.


[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 go for the gun

[Assistant]
Obviously all this rolling on the floor and hand to hand shit isn't getting you anywhere with her. She's tougher than you thought and you need to just shoot her and put an end to this.

As hard as you can, you do the same trick Diana did to Helen and use her weight against her and shove her as hard as you can while letting go of the bat. Diana ends up falling on her ass and you turn to run towards the stairs.

You get half way down the stairs when you feel a hard smack against your lower back when Diana throws the bat at you, causing you to lose your balance and you take a full tumble down the stairs. Not only do you break your arm in the process, you also end up hitting your head hard on the steps several times to the point where you've probably got a concussion, but that's the least of your concerns.

Dizzy and moaning in pain from your arm. You're in no condition to fight Diana when she hovers over you with the gun you were trying to get in hand.

"Y'know, under ideal circumstances, I'd take my time with you and enjoy dishing out the pain over the course of days, but I suppose I'll just have to do that with my sister instead. Tiamat truly blesses the strong, all hail her glorious chaos!" Diana says and blasts you several times.


[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

[Assistant]
Once again you decide the risk is too high and you'd get caught before you could get it accomplished. You also don't think you can trust Elliot's monsters to do anything to help you.

The time to have acted against Elliot would've been long ago, this is your life now and you're stuck. And you also realize you can't go on waiting for the other shoe to drop. Elliot's finally gotten around to his plan of getting rid of you, you aren't blind. He's sending his kids for you to teach, so that one day they'll replace you. Then at best he'll allow you to live as a eunuch like most of the other guys here, or he'll just kill you and as far as you're concerned that's the ONLY choice he's going to have.

And if you kill him, you know you'd die soon after and someone else would just take his place. You ponder the idea of killing his children, since he seems to be a bit enthusiastic about continuing his bloodline, but you know he'd just have more and you don't think you could kill a child, at least not directly....then it suddenly occurs to you what you can do. Something you can do to shut down the whole show.

"Sonofabitch! Why didn't I think of that before?!" you say out loud.
"Ohhh! You said a bad word!" one of the children shouts, causing you look over at them all.

"You bet your ass I did! Hey kids do you find this boring?"
"Yeah." They all say in unison.
"Would you like to never have to do it ever again?"
"Yeah!"
"Would you all like to see a neat trick instead?"
"YEAH!"
"Okay! Brace yourselves!"

You whip out your pistol and start blasting the central computer, causing it to spark, shutter, and all other kinds of bad things before it shuts down completely taking all the shelter's power with it. All the children scream and run off while you're doing it. Screaming yelling by other shelter members in the distance soon follows, you can hear footsteps running towards your position, everyone's probably wondering what's going on. You take a mental count of how many bullets you used up.

"Let's see…oh good, I got one left."

You point the gun at your head and pull the trigger.


[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 kick him out

[Assistant]
You've trusted your instincts your whole life and they have never let you down. You signal to the security guard to escort him out. The guard grabs the man by the arm and takes him out of the store. The rest of the meet and greet goes well and after several hours you head out the back of the store, back down the stairs and into the inconspicuous car.  On the way home you get a cell phone call, it's your agent Lenny Hamliton.

"Hey Lenny" you kindly say as you answer the phone.

"What did you do?" Lenny angrily asks at the other end.

You find this a bit odd since Lenny is usually calm.

"What are you talking about?" You ask somewhat confused.

"The media is saying you booted out a fan for no reason, I've been getting calls from news station, all day"

"I found something odd about him, I don't know, something just didn't sit well"

"I can't tell that to the press, they will be talking about this for weeks"

"It'll blow over"

"Maybe with someone else, but because you've been known for your spotless reputation, it'll hurt a lot more"

Lenny hangs up on you, over the coming weeks it turns out you were both right in a way. The incident is talked about on all the tabloid papers and gossip sites. The identity of the man is never found out. Flame wars start on the internet over what you did was right or not. Your career continues to shine but you notice something is different, you are now just a singer, not the singer. This change takes a bit getting used too but you manage.


[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 throw Peter out of your room

[Assistant]
"Get the hell outta here too Peter! And stop stealing my damn clothes!" you yell pushing Peter towards the door.
"Alright, alright! Shit. Alright Kevin looks like you're fucking me for this scene."

Kevin gets up and stumbles towards the door.

"Aw damn Peter, I really wanted to fuck your sister this time."
"Yeah well she's being an uptight bitch as usual. Come on it's not like we haven't done this before."

You stop them for one second before they leave.

"Wait a minute, you guys are together?"
"Well I wouldn't say that. Kevin has been helping me a lot, but I don't have any money to actually pay him most of the time. I see sex as a mutually beneficial exchange. Fortunately Kevin is very liberal when it comes to sex, however as you're well aware Kevin has a bit of a thing for you. Hence why I borrow your clothes sometimes to dress up as you, though I really do think they look a lot better on me." Peter sniffs.

You shake your head at all this sordid nonsense and give them both a shove before slamming the door.

You didn't get much accomplished, but at least you prevented anymore of your clothing from getting stolen today.


[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 head to the mountains

[Assistant]
Better to get accustomed to them now, since you figure you might have to live in them in the future anyway.

You head further north and traverse the harsh terrain. As far as undead are concerned you're in no danger, however the mountain trolls and cragmaws living there are just as dangerous. You eventually find a suitable cave to live in. To keep yourself entertained you play your music in between your survival.

It's a rough life, but you persevere for a few years. Unfortunately the day comes when a particularly large mountain troll tribe decides to finally get organized enough to eliminate you from being a nuisance.

You awaken one night to see several large figures enter your cave. You spring to action immediately, which causes the trolls to laugh. This buys you time to kill at least one of them, but only one. You're outnumbered, trapped and there's nowhere to hide.

The trolls savagely butcher you and even smash your mandolin over your head before you head to permanent unconsciousness.

The only good thing is that trolls do such a thorough job of eating your body that not even your bones are left to be reanimated when the Great Lich Lord's influence reaches the area.


[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 know you have to get out of here, and you only have one option. The beast inside you knows that's true as well, as you find yourself growling and shaking. The scent of blood and fresh flesh drives you wild, and you're reminded that you haven't eaten in a while. Your stomach rumbles, as you think back to the taste of flesh earlier, the warm, wet meat sliding down your throat.

You need to turn. You have no other option. You grip your nails into your wrist, tearing at your flesh as blood begins to trickle down your wrist. Your roar of pain turns into a growl, as you find hair beginning to sprout from your skin. The scent of your own blood sends your muscles into spasms, as you collapse onto the floor. Your clothes tear from your body as you grow, falling in tatters as your shotgun slips from your fingers, which tear into knife-like claws. Flesh tears and knits, your teeth shattering and growing in your mouth as you rake your claws through your mouth, pieces of broken teeth and torn apart gums toppling out as you spit blood onto the ground with a maniacal laugh.

You retract onto your hind-legs, standing tall as you scream... no, not scream. Howl, howl at the sky. Feeling enclosed in the man-made structure, you tear forward, smashing your claw against the lock in the door, tearing it free from the wooden frame as you leap outwards, hurrying into the darkness.

Through your bestial eyes, you can make out the distant shapes of fur-covered beasts. The wolves' scents are easy to catch, and you mentally mark their locations. The desire to feast, to fight, to hunt and to kill burns through your heart and soul, as adrenaline surges through you. These other creatures are far weaker than you, with duller, more bestial, not even taking into account the fact that Fenrir only had weak, slow humans to transform unlike the man you once were, a Hunter.

In short, you are strong. They are weak, and your belly is empty.

However, a nagging voice, one last ounce of broken, disregarded sanity screams at you to run. The scent of coal and ash is ever so faint on the trail, but you have an urge to follow it, however small.

[User] You flee

[Assistant]
For some strange reason beyond instinct nor desperation, you decide to retreat into the darkness of the woods, breaking off towards the woods. Adrenaline fuels your movements as you race into the shadows. One of the beasts attempts to stop you, planting down its feet as it howls at you, but its easy prey. You swipe the werewolf's forelegs away, sending it collapsing forward. You grab its skull, smacking it into the earth with every ounce of strength you can muster, crushing its skull beneath your claw.

Another werewolf leaps at you, jaws open, so you swing your claw, slashing through its eyes and blinding him instantly, leaving it yelping and whimpering. You growl, ready to leap forward and finish off the beast, before the voice in the back of your head stops you. Sniffing, you focus past the smell of fresh blood and of the beast's pure terror, smelling the faint, almost impossible to detect scent of coal. Your mind feels a second of focus and clarity, as you swivel on your legs and disappear into the forest.

Sprinting through the trees, you feel free. The smells and scents of the woods give you a clear image of your surroundings, and your lungs fill with the cool air. The coal dust's bare scent guiding your path, you draw towards it, eager to reach the...

Your mind draws a blank on your goal, before a new, far more pungent smell fills your nostrils. Prey.

The easily recognizable scent of a prey animal catches you. The sweat and scent of fear and terror. The fresh blood from a recently injured animal. The guarantee of a kill, and more importantly, food. Your stomach rumbles, pangs of hunger hitting you like a knife, drawing your attention away from the coal, as your eyes fix on the direction of your prey.

[User] You hunt!

[Assistant]
Your legs kick off the dirt, as you hurry after your prey. Rushing through the trees, you fly forward with a speed beyond what any natural creature of flesh and blood could keep up, diving over roots and ducking under branches. The prey pops into your vision, the pale outline of the predator making your mouth water. It's injured, slow and weak, and an easy kill. It's barely had time to notice you, before you're upon it.

HUNT! KILL! FEED!

You hit the creature with all the force of over hundreds of pounds of muscle and fur. You smash into the creature, knocking it into the dirt as its bones shatter and break beneath you. Pinning the creature to the ground, you slide a claw across it, tearing through its thick, blackened hide and releasing a burst of blood and guts, fluid filling the creature's collapsing lungs.

You raise your head towards the sky, howling towards the moon in victory, the burning pain in your chest having dissipated. For the first time since Fenrir first called, you feel truly strong! Powerful! WILD!

Victory. Power. Blood. Hate. Anger! Hunger! Feed! HUNT! KILL! EAT!

You look down to your prey, grinning from ear to ear. Time to feast!

[User] You kILL!

[Assistant]
Suddenly, pain, burning, all-consuming pain surges through your flesh, turning your blood to fire as you scream out in pain, howling upwards to the moon, wishing its light could wash you clean from this fiery hell.

You collapse off your prey, your once mighty stature shrinking to that of a tiny, weak, terrified human. Lying in your warm blood, you gasp for air, feeling your body set alight, your pain barely dulled by the moon's light.

"W-w... William?" a voice gasps.

Your head rolls to the side, as you find yourself staring at Wyatt. The boy's chest has been torn to shreds. He's barely breathing, his face looking at you with a torn expression.

"T-they... they got you," he manages to gasp through horrible, wet breaths.

Breathing heavily, you paw at the burning, stabbing pain in your side, your fingers wrapping around a polished wooden handle. Realizing what's happened, you slowly slide the long blade out of your side, groaning in pain as blood pours down your skin. You slide out the silver knife, tossing the weapon across the dirt as you scream. You groan, feeling your muscles tighten and contract.

Rolling onto your back, you slide over to Wyatt, ignoring your own pain. The knife hit has quietened the beast within, quashing the monster's howls. As far as wounds go, yours is fairly non-lethal, barely two or three inches in a non-lethal place. You doubt it would kill you normally, but with the beast within you, it's almost certainly non-lethal. You grit your teeth, rolling onto your knees as you stare down at the victim. His body's decimated, a barely surviving hulk.

You lean down, pressing your hands against his bleeding chest wound as you try to stem the bleeding. Wyatt weakly bats at your arms, the occasional fear-wracked sob breaking out of him.

"P-please... ple... please..." Wyatt begs, before his words disappear into a jumble of gurgling and dying chokes.

The light in Wyatt's eyes goes dull, as the heat begins to drain from his pale skin. Blood runs down his chalk white skin, as you slowly let go of him. You hear a faint screaming that, somewhere in the back of your mind, you recognize as your own. You bash your fists into the earth, screaming as you feel the wolf howl inside you. Tears well up in your eyes, as you bash your head into the dirt, hoping to quash the wolf inside you. If you'd only been a man... if you'd only went out with Féval...

You take a deep breath, calming yourself. You wait for several minutes, before you stand slowly, looking down at Wyatt's body. The boy lies there, limp and cold. You stare to the side, looking at the rifle that lies alongside him. You reach down, picking up the gun by the wooden stock, lifting it into the air. You pull back the bolt, loading a silver round into the chamber.

For a moment, you stand there, feeling the cold air on your naked skin as you stare at Wyatt's gun.

[User] You end it

[Assistant]
The Silver Doorway

You raise the rifle to your head, taking it in your arms as you press the bottom of your chin against the gun barrel. You prop the gun upwards, aiming it so that it should go through your skull and out the top of your head. You reach down, pressing your finger against the trigger. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You've done enough tonight. You're tired, and you want to rest.

You feel the pangs of hunger tear through you again as the beast awakens, roaring through your entire essence. You grit your teeth, trying to hold back the urge to scream. You slowly release your breath, before pressing down on the trigger.

The gun fires, and the silver bullets tear through your chin, bursting up through your skull, blowing apart your brain and shooting out the top of your skull. Darkness shrouds over you, and you can feel the desperate, clawing, howling beast within you get pulled down into the depths of darkness with you.

Now, the eternal rest is all that's left for you.


[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 dodge the attack and try to move through the furniture to avoid the man.

[Assistant] As the knife comes towards you, you duck and turn. You quickly scramble under the nearest table, hoping to get out of his reach and to the far side. You roll around a downed chair and jump to your feet, ready to avoid this fight at all costs.

[User] You continue...

[Assistant]
You roll and jump to your feet on the other side of the table. Unfortunately, the man was anticipating your move, and he has come around the table. As you scramble to your feet, moving away, you feel a sharp pain in your back. You reach around, but cannot reach the location -- the man has stabbed you in the ribs. You try to get to your feet, but the strength is quickly leaving your body.The world around you gets dimmer as you drop to the ground. You can hear sirens in the distance, but they are getting more quiet as you decide you will close your eyes and rest, just for a moment. I am sorry, but it would appear that you have died.

You had a 10 percent chance of winning that battle.

Please do feel free to try again. To increase your chance of success, be sure to use a skill that you have trained or have items to help you.


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

[User] You try to fight

[Assistant] You leap up, but the Inquisitor is trained for this. He knocks you back with a pychic blast, and the sword bites into your neck, draining your lifeforce and killing you instantly. You hope to find a peace in death you could never find in sleep.


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

[User] You stay in Holgard

[Assistant]
As much as your current situation isn't exactly the most ideal, you're not really ready to just cut and run just yet. Not to mention you doubt if the Syndicate is going to just let you walk away even if you offered them Holgard. It's like they say, you can't just walk away from this life unless you're planning on going into hiding in a far away land.

In any case, Peter's invasion is probably going to be sabotaged again by the Syndicate since they're going to want to protect their business here.

"Vera, thanks for the information and I'll take steps to prepare just in case, but I'm not just abandoning Holgard unless it's really hopeless." You say.
"(Sigh) I figured you'd say that. Well I don't suppose there is much more I can convince you then since you seem to be immune to my other charms. Um… sorry about touching your hand like that, I sometimes forget our boundaries. I just…worry sometimes." Vera remarks.
"It's fine. Anyway, looks like I'll need to get some more hobs on the payroll."
"What? You can't seriously be considering hiring more hobs."
"Well if an invasion does occur then they're going to be my best personal defense. You wouldn't happen to know how long before Peter gets his shit together do you?"
"The rumor is at least by next year."
"Okay should be plenty of time to prepare. Guess that's it then."
"Guess so.
"You going to leave with your pirate boyfriend?"
"Who Zamed? He's not my boyfriend, he was just a convenient dick. He's on his way to meet with Peter anyway so I'm leaving on another ship in a few days. Tried to convince me to do so as well, but I saw no reason for that and even if I did I'd at least bring it to your attention first. I suppose you might be right about all this possibly not even panning out anyway. I probably could even help on that front by convincing some of the pirates I do business with to not join Zamed's flotilla."
"Certainly couldn't hurt."

You and Vera talk a bit more about less important matters before you eventually part ways due to having business to take care of. You see Vera one more time before she leaves where upon she says that she tells you to be careful and hugs you goodbye.

A few months pass and besides hiring more hobs, it's pretty much business as usual. About a week after the latest visit by the Syndicate rep to pick up their cut, you get a surprising request from the Temple of Fel to meet with you. Apparently Dusk wants to speak about re-establishing an alliance.

Since it seems like a good time to boost your ranks you agree to meet though you do it on your own territory since you're not fool enough to meet with a shadow priest with no back up.

Honestly, you don't know much about Dusk other than he's significantly younger than both of his predecessors that took power. When he arrives you intend on expanding your knowledge on him and what his temple has been up to lately.

As it turns out, not much. He states that he thought inward reflection might help them find greater meaning of Fel's plan, which in turn made him realize that without allies the Temple is doomed to die a slow lingering death.

"What makes you say that? It isn't like there are anymore religious factions in this city anymore." You ask.
"True, but it isn't like there are flocks of people stepping up to join us either. Religion, perhaps even the gods themselves have seemingly abandoned this city. I suppose with all the strife I can't really blame them either. I try to keep the faith, but it's getting harder every day."
"So what are you getting at?"
"What I'm getting at is that while what remains of our temple may still hold Fel's dark wisdom, the truth is, we cannot possibly continue as a congregation here. Our temple has started to fall into decay. The baroness who once was a dabbler in our faith has even abandoned us. We got a message not too long ago about a new law taxing religious organizations, which we can't pay of course. Of course if we don't, the government is going to just demolish our temple to build a new inn there or something."
"Wait, are you asking the Nocturnal League for a loan?"

Dusk's face turns to one of embarrassment.

"Sad to say, but in a sense yes. Honestly, we're asking for a little more than that. We want you to take over our temple's taxes just so we still have a roof over our heads. The temple has been our home for quite awhile along with having special meaning spiritually for the remainder of us, so we are very reluctant to leave it. In exchange, we will act as soldiers for the Nocturnal League. Whatever you need done, we'll do it. I'm sure you could use our talents in your line of work. If you wish, we will even teach shadow magic to those willing to learn and have the talent.

Well this is a little different than you were expecting. You thought this was going to be a negotiation, not begging for a hand out. The temple of Fel really has fallen on hard times if they've been reduced to this state.

While the whole point of being a criminal is to not pay taxes to begin with, you do see the potential here. It really couldn't hurt to have some shadow priests indebted to you especially if Peter invades.

Plus that temple could very well be used for other things.

You ask how much the taxes are which Dusk tells you and you find a little on the high side, but you're able to do it. You actually give them the stipulation that you're turning the temple into a new brothel (though they will still have their own living quarters) and you don't want them preaching about Fel to any League members. You still don't want your organization being mixed too much with religious fanaticism.

Dusk doesn't even blink at your request, he just agrees. Truly a beaten man from a beaten organization.

In any case at least this gives you a bit of magic leverage if trouble comes your way in whatever form.

Year 33

Peter Varsakken's invasion has been going on for a few weeks now, and so far the he's succeeded in is destroying Ludmilla's fleet and Holgard's docks.

The one time you want the Ebony Claw to be effective, they slack off. So much for protecting their own interests.

Still, on the plus side, Peter's failed miserably on getting much further mainly because he doesn't have enough men to hold this place. Most of his mercenaries have been killed and while he does have two wizards to help him, they are literally the only thing that's keeping him in the fight.

Ludmilla's palace might as well be impregnable. She's using her own elite troops and magic to protect it, which is probably a mix of shadow and whatever she managed to learn from the Dornans before they got wiped out.

As for you, you've mostly managed to keep away from the majority of the fighting. You've only taken a bit of collateral damage from a couple of your businesses getting destroyed, but that was to be expected. All in all, you've been doing okay.

Since it's in your interest to not have Peter win, you've ordered Dusk and his friends to take out Peter's wizards. With them out of the way things can go back to normal or as normal as they get here.

In the meantime you mostly wait around in your headquarters getting reports from people while the chaos goes on above. Warts surprisingly has stuck by your side rather than running off though he says he was sorely tempted. Things just aren't quite grim enough for him to do it yet though.

"Hey boss, dat Dusky shadow iz at the door sayin he's got important news about the task you sent him on." Warts says.
"Yeah, I sent him and his people to kill Peter's wizards. Did he do it?" you ask.
"I dunno, but he's the only one standing outside in da sewers and he looks half dead."
"Shit, that doesn't sound good. Well send him in here, maybe he killed at least one of them."

Eventually Warts returns with Dusk who indeed looks very battle worn. The robe he wears is in tatters making him look more like a begger and his skin that's exposed is obviously burned. His face even has several fresh wounds on it.

"Shit, Warts wasn't lying, you do look half dead." You say.
"Better half than all." Dusk replies while wincing a bit from his pain.
"The other Felians?"
"Yes, dead. All of them. I'm the only one who survived. I can only hope my lost brothers and sisters are with Fel now."
"Fuck, did you at least kill one of the bastards?"
"Killed both of them. They are no longer an issue. I anticipate that Peter will have no choice but to abandon his invasion now."

A weight is lifted when you hear this news. You were expecting Dusk to tell you something bad, so you have to ask again.

"Wait, so you were successful? You killed them both?" you ask.
"Wouldn't be here if I didn't." Dusk says.
"Hell yeah! This is fucking great! Warts, take the rest of the hobs here go on a street cleaning mission. There probably shouldn't be too many of Peter's men at this point, but the quicker these shitheads are gone, the better. Also make the rounds at all of our businesses too."
"You want me to take even them?" Warts asks pointing at your hob bodyguards.
"Yeah, I want to speak with Dusk privately anyway."

Warts shrugs and waves the two hobs standing nearby to come with him leaving you and Dusk alone.

"You need medical attention or something? I thin we've got someone with some minor skills in that field around here." You ask.
"No, I'm good really. Shit…I just need to rest for awhile. Gather my strength again." Dusk replies.
"Sure. Sure. Take your time. You certainly earned it. Why don't you tell me what happened, I'm sure it was a difficult battle."

Dusk with some effort tells you about his conflict with both of the wizards. The way he tells it is actually pretty impressive. You doubt if you could have faced two wizards like that.

As he gets towards the end of his tale he starts to sound a little better.

"That's one hell of a tale Dusk." You say.
"And it's not even over yet." Dusk says.
"Yeah, but it soon will be. Like you said, Peter will probably realize he can't hold this place."
"That wasn't what I was talking about."
"What did you mean then?"

Dusk puts one finger to his lips and says "Shhhhh"

At this point the candle light in your office goes out, immediately causing you to yell out, but no sound is made and instead you feel a blade going into you several times before you can even draw your weapon.

As you collapse on the floor, wheezing and coughing up blood, Dusk's whispering voice can be heard.

"Fel will now forgive the transgressions of my temple for breaking away from the true faith and embrace me as a proper member of the fold. Fel will become a power once again in this city."

You feel one more sharp stab into your body before footsteps run off and out your office door. By the time any of your people realize something is amiss, you're dead.


[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] The carriage ride (Self reflection)

[Assistant]
As you wait in the bumpy ride to Sinkhole, you think back on some of the things that have occurred to you within the past few years and your current situation.

You remember soon after Gloom was officially destroyed, everyone figured mopping up the remaining shadows wouldn't take too long. Who knew they'd be able to hold out for four years? Though to be honest, you knew they'd be able to hold out for as long as they had the ability to do so, mainly because they were being lead by not just a shadow, but by an Eternal. No matter what his allegiances are, Cyrus is always going to be one and that is what truly makes him a formidable foe, not because of his silly faith in Dendrin. In fact his faith in Dendrin is what makes him weak like the rest. There were several times you nearly caught up to him, but he always managed to stay one step ahead of you. He ran like a coward with no sense of honor. With any luck, this will be his last holdout and he'll have nowhere to run this time.

Dendrin. Another being that you haven't had much contact with in several years, thankfully. You don't know why. Maybe it's due to his loss of followers making him weaker or perhaps you've sufficiently distanced yourself now that he can't contact you anymore. Or maybe he just saw the futility of trying to play head games with you. You stood in the very heart of the enemy and won. He couldn't break you and is suffering considerable losses because of it.

Yes, when Cyrus is finally dead, you'll be able to thrive and spread the Emperor's glory elsewhere. You continue to look forward to being transferred to the frontlines of the Felkan war zone. You just hope the war isn't won before you get there given how successful things have been on that front.

Part of you does wonder about the new Eternal Project that Mr. Mol speaks of though. Will the new Eternal be the same as you or possibly better? If they are better, are you going to be considered obsolete? This is why you MUST prove yourself. You have to show that even by the time the new Eternals are ready, YOU will be still of value to the Empire. Perhaps it will even be you who will lead the new ones into battle. Part of you likes that idea. Not just leading troops into battle as you've done that before during raids on shadow hideouts, but leading other Eternals.

Sometimes you wonder what life would've been like if you'd been one of the Eternals to serve as a soldier instead. You don't know much about those former classmates, but you do know not many of them are left either, though you have heard two of them ended up marrying each other. One of them is on the Felkan frontlines while other is stationed in the Nalin province defending it from desert nomads from the south.

Makes you think about Talia, and how it was a shame that she had to die. She was a fine Eternal otherwise. Perhaps if she had been on the right side, you would've married her. She certainly wanted to produce a child with you.

Though maybe its best you hadn't been assigned as a soldier or else the shadow plot wouldn't have been uncovered by you and then where would the Empire be? In a much worse situation most likely.

Yes, your journey thus far while not an easy one, is one you can feel a sense of accomplishment in. You sit back and relax for the rest of the carriage ride, knowing that your deeds have probably prevented the Empire from plunging into mass riots or even rebellion.

It fills you with pride and a little happiness that you have served it and the Emperor so well. You can only hope to serve with such distinction in the future.


[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] A romance ending in blue

[Assistant]
You have found the romance ending as a Blue harbinger! If you do not know what that means, then you need to seek out the other endings hidden in the game as they explain it all!"

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As with several other endings I have unfortunately had to cut it shorter than I would like due to time constraints but one day in the future it will be extended and completed!