[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 check out the Stable

[Assistant] You opt to check out the stable but there are no horses inside. As you are searching, you see the fighting from the left street starting to pour into yours. The mass combat is punctuated by explosions, the sound of steel on steel or flesh, and the screams of the injured or dying. You quickly decide to abandon the search and head back to the intersection before you are overwhelmed.


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
It's really not what you want to do, but if Donna does have drugs in her car like she thinks she does, it's going to be bad for you whether Donna runs or not.

You knew you shouldn't have left the basement!

"Alright, alright, let's do this, but I don't think we should run to Julie's house. I just don't see it being a safe haven." You whisper.
"Okay, okay, I know where we could run to and hide out for awhile. Got a friend by the name of Tina, she works over at the strip club."
"Great. Which one?"
"Kitty City, you know where it is?"
"Why the hell would I know where a strip club is?"
"Because we're going to meet up there! If we run, we can't run in the same direction! We'll get caught for sure!"
"We're probably going to get caught anyway!" you say.

Your voices start to catch the attention of the officers.

"Hey! Quiet down the pair of you…HEY! COME BACK HERE!" one of the officers shouts as Donna runs off!

You're so surprised about her deciding that was the time to start running that you don't even get the opportunity to stand up from the curb before one officer is already chasing Donna and the other has already pulled out his pistol and commanded you to stay put.

You meekly put up your hands and lower your head in an attempt to show you have no intention of running.

"I'm not going anywhere. Don't shoot." You say nervously.

The officer sees that you really aren't a threat puts his gun away, pulls you up roughly by the arm from the curb and throws you into the back of the police car before calling in on his radio about Donna being a runner.

While you're breaking down in tears and worrying about the worst, the officer who threw you into the back of the police car finishes searching Donna's car. Eventually the other officer comes back as well looking a little worn out.

After talking a moment, one of them opens the car door.

"Alright, I didn't find anything in the car, so why the hell did your friend run?"
"I…I really don't know…officer…" you say.
"Don't fucking lie to me or this is going to go very badly for you!" the cop warns and its enough to cause you to yelp a little in fear and begin to cry again.

"(sob) My sister…thought you were going to…(sob) find drugs in the car…so she thought it would be better to run. Please I was just driving with her (sob) to find a new place to live! I've never done anything (sob) wrong in my life! I've…"
"Alright, alright, shut the hell up and stop your crying. Shit. (Sigh) Well what do you think?" the officer asks his partner who is still trying to catch his breath.
"Did you call in about the bitch running?"
"Yeah, but I dunno if anyone's going to bother chasing down some junkie whore, since it sounds like everyone's got their hands full especially now that a riot's broke out at the mall. In fact we're supposed to go down there and help."
"Another fucking riot?! What the fuck is going on in this town? Someone put something in the water?"
"Seems like it. So what do we do with this one? I mean she's clean and the car's clean so…"
"(Sigh) I dunno. I could think of a few things, but we probably don't have time for that right now."

The officer that chased Donna looks into the backseat at you. He's being as intimidating as possible and despite him being red in the face and winded it's working.

"All right blondie, this is your lucky day. Due to the rest of this town seemingly losing its goddamn mind right now and the fact that you're clean, we're letting you go. You can take whatever belongings you have in the car, BUT we're still impounding it if only because your junkie sister made me fucking run several blocks trying to catch her ass."
"Got it. And thank you." You say and start to get out of the car.

Both of the officers help you out…but it isn't out of kindness. The pair of them take the opportunity to grope your chest and your ass as you step out of the car.

"Now I suggest you gather your shit, and take your pretty little ass home." One of the cops says with a leering grin while other laughs.

You really aren't in any position to argue, fight or anything else. You hate the fact you just got molested, but you know that if you give them any sort of lip, they're going to do much worse.

You quickly get your bags out of Donna's car and run away from the scene without looking back. When you're far enough a way, you find some place to sit down and reflect on your situation.

You try to think of the positive first and that's namely things could've been a lot worse you. You have no doubt that those cops would've done more than just feel you up had they been in a less generous mood. So you're glad you didn't get jailed, raped or worse.

But then you think about the negative. First off is your sister who fucking LEFT you there. No hint, no "Now!" no clue at all that she was going to choose that particular time to run. Granted you froze up when it came time to run, but she didn't even look back. You don't exactly have the best opinion of her right now putting you in a situation like that.

Second of all you don't have a new place to live now or at least you aren't where you were going to go. As far as you know the offer to live at Julie's is still open, but it would quite the walk to go there now. A walk that you don't particularly want to do given the day you've had, in fact you'd rather just go back home.

Of course the problem with going back home is you can't stay there so you're going to have to go someplace else eventually. Of course maybe Peter would let you borrow his car, but so far your track record with your siblings this weeks hasn't been great.

[User] You walk home

[Assistant]
Really after the day you've had so far, all you want to do is go home and hide out in your basement, so back home it is.

Your walk home isn't entirely uneventful. You see several fights along with a number of other officers arresting folks. You also see a couple of bad car accidents. While you try to avoid large groups of people, you still are paranoid about someone to try to rob you or accost you in some way, but fortunately you manage to keep your head down and look as unassuming as possible.

It isn't quite chaos on the streets, but those two asshole cops weren't joking when one of them said it seemed like the entire town had lost its mind.

By the time you get back to your own neighborhood, it's starting to get dark, though your area is actually rather quiet compared to most places you passed through. You just hope Kelly isn't home because you don't really feel like dealing with her right now.

When you get home, you see Peter's car in the driveway. Kelly's vehicle isn't here though, so it looks like you won't have to put up with her and that's at least one good thing that's happened to you today. (Besides the not getting raped part)

Upon entering the house, it's in same condition as it was when you left, though now you're hearing a lot of grunting and sounds of ecstasy coming from the garage connected to the house. You imagine Peter is in the process of filming one of his shows again.

Not wishing to hear your brother squeal like a pig as he gets fucked for the pleasure of his viewing Internet public, you waste no time in heading down into the basement and settling back into your usual routine in your room.

You know this isn't going to be permanent, but for now at least you can not worry about the pandemonium that's going on outside. You just wish the TV wasn't playing so many Ground Zero infomercials.

Hours pass as they do and just as you're getting ready to fall asleep, you suddenly get a phone call. It's Donna. You almost don't even bother answering, but you're curious to see if she's calling from jail and if she's delusional enough to think you'll actually bail her out.

"Hey sis, where you at?!" Donna asks. Sounds like music in the background so she must not be in jail.
"I'm at home, no thanks to you just ditching me like that!" you say.
"You said you were going to run, like I was! Didn't you do it?"
"No, because by the time you took off without at least giving me a signal, one of those assholes was ready to shoot me. So I had to suffer through getting threatened, thrown in the back of a police car and groped a lot more severely than the first time they patted us down."
"Oh geez…they didn't...um…"
"No, they didn't do that. Though I suspect if that had happened I wouldn't even be alive to talk to you right now. Your car didn't have any drugs in it by the way, but they have impounded it and I'm pretty sure they still have you on a watchlist or something for evading arrest."
"Shit. Figured something like that might happen."
"Hm, Yeah and I'm an idiot for nearly going along with your plan, but hey I guess everything went okay for you, I hear the party music in the back so I'm guessing you're whoring it up with Julie so I'll let you go so you can have your fun."
"Hold on Suzy. First of all I'm not at Julie's. I'm at Kitty City like I said I would be. Second, I can't even get a hold of Julie. She's not answering her phone. Now of course she could just be busy, but if I got some sort of warrant out on me, then maybe going back there isn't the best idea right now. I'm thinking maybe I should stay with my friend Tina instead. She's a stripper that's entertained at some of Julie's parties in the past. She's got room since she kicked her boyfriend out of her trailer."
"Uh huh, well that's great for you. Glad to see you've once again landed on your feet despite evading arrest. Goodbye."
"Suzy, wai…"

You hang up. You half expect Donna to call again, but she doesn't which you're glad because you've run out of patience with her for the day.

You settle down for the night and get some sleep, trying to put this horrible day behind you.

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
TUESDAY

"…if you act now you'll get a free…"

You groggily grab the remote to shut off the incessant noise of the Ground Zero commercial on the TV screen.

You grab your phone to check the time and see that once again you've slept through the morning as usual. You also see that Bobby tried to call you, but you're still not in the mood to call him back. Though if you don't secure a place to live you might not have a choice. Still as far as you know the offer to live at Julie's is still good, you're just not sure about how well that's going to go over now.

While you're trying to ponder your next move, you get a call. It's Donna again. Might as well get this over with.

"Donna, this better be good, because you're not exactly my favorite person right now." You say answering the phone.
"Whoa! Hold on Suzy! Don't hang up!" Donna exclaims.
"Say what you got to say."
"Okay, look first of all I'm sorry about what you had to go through. I know that had to suck for you. I shouldn't have convinced you to run anyway. It's obvious now that was a stupid plan in the first place since I didn't even have anything in the car. (Sigh) Last night when I was sleeping on a beer soaked couch in a trailer hiding out from the cops I sort of had a revelation of how my choices in life had lead me to that point. I also sort of realized that if I probably continue on this path it's only going to get worse."

That's rather philosophical of your sister, and it's enough to keep your attention.

"So I've decided that I need to do something with my life and make it better, so I got a job." Donna says.
"A job? How the hell did you get a job so quick? Doing what?" you ask.
"I'm going to be a stripper at Kitty City! The owner was offering me a job yesterday and I already was getting tips from guys who mistook me for one of the strippers here anyway. So I figured why not? In fact I'm on break right now."

Why are you not surprised?

Donna continues before you can even speak again.

"Now before you judge, starting a new life takes money and let's face it, I don't have exactly many useful skills that are going to earn me a lot of cash in a quick amount of time. I figure I can earn enough to save and figure things out as I go."
"Hm, well that's great and all, but why are you telling me all this?" you ask.
"Because this is my new start and like I said I feel bad about convincing you to go along with my plan yesterday. Besides, don't you still need a place to stay? You can come live with me!"
"I thought I was already going to do that by moving in to Julie's."
"Nah, I'm not going back to Julie's. Too much temptation to go back to my old ways there. I'm moving into one of the trailers at the trailer park."
"Wait. You just started working as a stripper. How the hell did you manage to get a trailer already?"
"I secured one after…um talking with the park owner this morning. Look, that's not really important right now. What is important is I got a deal on a fairly good one and it's big enough for two of us. It might be a little rough going at first, but I anticipate after a few weeks of teasing these degenerates here, we'll be living fairly comfortably, if not in the lap of luxury."
"I dunno. While I'm still pissed about yesterday, it does mean a lot that you're making this pretty generous offer. I don't know about living in a trailer park though. I mean aren't you worried about the kind of people there? In fact I can imagine a lot of the type that Kelly associates with come from there, do you really think its safe?"
"Safe as opposed to what? Growing up in our household? We had a fucking paranoid psychotic older brother, a sadistic bullying older sister and at one point a goddamn SERIAL KILLER uncle living in our house. At least the hostile rednecks around here won't be living under our roof! Besides, it really isn't as bad as you hear."

You find that a little hard to believe considering you've heard more than enough stories about the trailer park outside of town. Donna might not think its bad, just because she was living there overnight.

"I just don't know Donna. I mean I wasn't exactly looking forward to dealing with the non-stop partying at Julie's, but I'd at least feel a little safer there than I would at the trailer park."
"Huh, don't be so sure of that. Julie pretty much has gotten to the point where she has an open door policy to let any creepy weirdo that walks in off the street in the house. It's actually amazing someone like Uncle Ed hasn't come in and killed us all. Are you heading over there sometime today?"
"Well if I can secure a ride over there I will."
"Okay, well if you do get over there could you let Julie know that I'm moving out? She's still not answering her phone. I'm going to have to make arrangements to get my bigger things, but maybe you could help me get some of my smaller items when I get over there tonight?"
"Well, I suppose I could." You say.
"Great. I knew I could count on your Suzy. (Sigh) You really are the good one in the family sis. It's so unfair that life hasn't been better to you. Once again I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. It's nearly time for me to go out there and shake my ass again so I gotta go. Just…think about what I said okay? If you change your mind about your future living arrangements just come with Tina and me when we go over to Julie's tonight, or I guess if you're really feeling adventurous you could always go over to the trailer park yourself. Just go to the owner's trailer with the big signs around it and mention my name and he'll let you in my new place. He's sort of letch, but he's old so he mostly confines it staring and making the occasional comment. Don't worry about it."

After another sincere apology about yesterday, Donna finally hangs up leaving you now with a new option.

Donna seems to be genuinely trying to change her life in her own way. You almost can't believe it was Donna on the phone at all. Maybe some sort of pod person replaced her.

She also seems to be really making an effort to make things up to you, which is surprising as well. It's always a rarity in your family when you actually try to help each other out.

Still, you're not sure about this whole living in a trailer park business for several reasons, but you suppose you could give it a little thought at least. In any case, you need to get a ride to wherever it is you're going to be heading to and that means seeing if your brother Peter is going to be just as accommodating as your sister currently is.

You head upstairs and knock on the door to the garage.

"Hey, um Peter? You busy?"

You don't get an answer right away, but eventually you do after more knocking.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on!" Peter says before answering the door. He's only peaking his head out, so it's very likely he's naked.

"Um, sorry to interrupt whatever it is you're doing, but I need a ride to my new place."
"I thought you moved out yesterday."
"Yeah, there was a slight hiccup in the plan yesterday. Anyway, can you give me a ride over to my new place?"
"(Sigh) I'm kinda in the middle of recording something. I'm assuming you're going to Julie's?"
"Yeah…I think." You say.
"You think? You don't know if you're going to live over at Julie's place or not?"
"Well…Donna got a new place of her own and I'm still not sure if I should just move in with her yet."
"Donna got a new…look you know what? I don't give a shit about any of this." Peter says and then closes the door.

You think that's the end of it, but he opens it up again, but this time only his hand with some keys in it are coming out.

"I'm not your personal taxi service. Here, take my car and return it tomorrow or at least by Thursday. Now don't disturb me again!"

You take the keys and Peter slams the door. This is probably the most helpful he's been in…well ever.

You go back and repack some of your bags and drag them to Peter's car. After loading everything up in the backseat you pull out of the drive way and wonder which way you should go.

[User] You drive to Julie's house

[Assistant]
While you haven't quite ruled out the possibility of living with Donna, you don't think you're quite ready to go driving over there yourself and putting up with some old guy perving on you today. If you do decide to go over there, you'll do it later tonight.

Besides, you want to see just how bad it might be over at Julie's before making a decision.

A few minutes of driving to your destination and you're sure of one thing being pretty bad, the roads! Once again there are cops everywhere, but also ambulances and fire trucks racing to their various destinations too. You nearly turn around and head back home, but eventually you make it to Julie's neighborhood, which is thankfully not in the midst of anarchy.

You pull up to the driveway and get out of the car. You figure you'll assess the situation before making a decision of whether you're going to stay or not.

You sort of expected to see a few people drinking on the porch or at least hearing loud music as you walk up to the door, but so far it doesn't sound like any sort of party going on or at least not an overly rowdy one, which is odd considering how people have been acting in this town for the past few days.

You knock on the door, but get no immediate answer. After a few more bangs you finally get an answer, but it isn't Julie.

"Hello." A man says in a flat tone and almost seems to be studying you. He looks like he might be around your age, but he doesn't look like the sort that would be at one of Julie's parties. He's very "ordinary" looking.
"Hey. Where's Julie at?" you ask.
"Julie? Oh yes, the owner of this house. Well, I don't really know. I remember seeing her yesterday, but then she left with some guy and I haven't seen her since. Of course this being her house she has to return sometime right? Would you like to wait?" the man asks opening the door further to invite you in.

Something about this guy feels a little "off" to you.

"Wait, who are you?" you ask.
"Oh I'm sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Johnny. I was at Julie's party yesterday. Guess you could say I got a little tipsy and decided I shouldn't go home in that condition, so I flopped out in the basement. I'm not the only person who did that apparently considering some of Julie's other guests are still here as well."

You peer inside and see that Johnny is indeed speaking the truth. A couple of people are on the couch playing some sort of video game.

"So now that you know who I am, I have to ask who you are." Johnny says.
"I'm Suzy and I'm Julie's friend." You say.
"I see, well come on in, I'm sure when Julie gets back she'll be pleased to see you."

You enter the house and the place is in a lot better condition than you would've thought for a party house. Johnny quickly closes the door and locks it. Causing you to immediately look back.

"You never can tell what weirdo will show up with unlocked doors and all, right?" he says.
"Indeed." You say still getting an uneasy feeling about this guy.
"So, you're one of Julie's friends. Guess you're a real party girl, just like she is huh?" Johnny remarks almost in an accusing fashion.
"Hardly. Are these all the people in the house?" you ask, pointing to the stoners playing video games and completely ignoring you and Johnny.
"Yeah, I mean there were some other people here earlier, but these lot are all that's left, beside myself. Julie's pretty cool about letting people just crash here even if she's not around."

With Johnny creepily hovering near you and the stoners babbling about inane shit, you already realize that this is not going to work for you.

"Alright, everyone get out." You say, but the only one who even hears you is Johnny.
"What?" Johnny asks.
"Look I hate to be rude, and you probably didn't know this, but I'm moving in here. Now when Julie is here, she can have all her little drug addled party friends over as much as she likes, I mean its her house after all. But I'm not going to put up with them while she isn't here! So I want everyone out, you all can come back later when she's here. Whenever that is."

Johnny's still the only one who is even paying attention and his facial expression on your stance hasn't changed.

"But if it's Julie's house doesn't she have final say in what goes?" Johnny asks.
"Yeah, well when I see Julie, I'm going to have a little discussion with her about our new living arrangements." You remark.

Once again Johnny just stares at you, it almost feels like he's staring through you. It makes you uncomfortable to say the least.

"All right. You've got a point. I wouldn't want a bunch of strangers just wandering around in my home either. I'll get out of your hair, as for these guys, I can get 'em to go." Johnny says and then suddenly shouts at the stoners that everyone has to get out of the house and starts ripping controllers out of their hands.

"Hey!"
"Not cool dude!"
"You dick!"
"Sorry guys, but as the old saying goes, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Come on, let's move it." Johnny says and eventually the stoners grudgingly shuffle off to leave. Johnny follows behind them.

"When you see Julie, tell her it was an excellent party last night." Johnny says and flashes a brief smile, which comes off more creepy than friendly. You don't even reply, you just shut the door and lock it, glad to be rid of everyone.

Remembering that your sister said that if you did live here, you'd be sleeping in Julie's dad's old office. You explore that room first. When you get there it looks pretty much like the same office you remember being in a few times when you played over here. It's definitely convenient that it has a small private bathroom leading from it as well as a couch that apparently folds out into a bed.

After assessing your possible new digs, you decide to go retrieve your bags from the car. You unpack your bags and haul them into the house and head on into your new room.

After getting a little bit settled, you figure since you're all alone in the house, you might as well do something that usually puts you in a better mood. (and you sure could use it)

While you're in the middle of it, you suddenly think you hear something. You call out thinking that maybe Julie is finally home, but when you get no reply, you just check to make sure the door to your room is locked. If Julie does come home, you don't want her suddenly walking in on you.

After getting back in the mood and taking care of your needs you wash up a bit and return to your usual routine of…well doing nothing at all.

Hours pass and eventually you start to get hungry so you head to the kitchen in the hopes of finding food. You manage to find a few bags of junk food and some unopened drink in the fridge. Once again while you're doing this, you swear you think you hear noise. You call out again to see if anyone is here, but there is no answer.

Given that it's now nighttime you're a little on edge. You know its probably just the house making creaking sounds, but with all the bullshit that's been going on out in the streets lately you're just a little paranoid.

Just as you're heading back to your room, the front door suddenly opens! It's Donna and some other young woman who looks a bit on the trashy side.

"Shit! You scared me." You say.
"Why didn't you pick up your phone? I tried calling you before I got over here." Donna asks.
"I…I guess I had it on vibrate and didn't hear it." You say.
"Hm. Well I see this place is practically a tomb. I take it Julie isn't home?"
"Nope, I haven't heard from her either."
"That's really odd…"

Suddenly the trashy young woman speaks up.

"Hey Donna are we picking your shit up or what? You know how fucked up it is out there right now and I'd like to get home before it gets worse."
"Oh yeah, better get to it. Suzy, this is my friend Tina." Donna says and heads upstairs.

"Hello." You say to Tina, but she just grunts at you and heads back outside to her car.

Remembering that Donna wanted you to help her move some of the stuff, you head upstairs to her room.

"Your friend Tina isn't very friendly." You ask.
"Yeah, well if you were a horny guy with a hundred dollar bill, she'd be really friendly towards you. Anyway, she's always been cool with me ever since I've known her, plus she helped me get the current job I have." Donna says as she packs away items.
"You need anything for me to carry down?"
"Yeah, but not yet. Really I'm thinking I'll get most of this stuff later when I have a day off. Right now I just want to get the hell out of this town, it's getting nuts out there!"
"Yeah, it was pretty chaotic out there earlier on my drive here. So how was your first day?"
"Not bad. As strange as it may seem, it actually was calmer in the club than it was outside. Though having bouncers helps in that area I suppose. Still a couple of fights did break out."
"Shit. You okay? Are you sure the job is safe?"
"Oh I'm safe. Like I said, there's good protection there. Honestly I'm more concerned with the drive TO the club, but I imagine whatever is going on will die down eventually."
"Hope so."

Donna finishes packing a bag and starts to pack a new one and you stand there silent until you hear a noise from downstairs causing you to jump a bit.

"Are you okay?" Donna asks.
"Yeah, what the hell's that noise?" you ask, briefly stepping out of Donna's room to look over into the living room.
"Probably Tina."
"No, she's not down there and besides she went back to wait in the car."
"Well maybe she wandered back in briefly…you seem a little stressed."
"I dunno. The shit's that's been going on in town and I guess being alone in the house at night has got me a little jumpy. Sort of concerned that Julie hasn't come back either."
"Mmm, well that IS odd. I tried calling her again earlier too with no luck. Have you thought anymore about coming to live with me? I told you it would be fine and I know you think the trailer park isn't safe environment, is this town really any safer right now?"

[User] You go with Donna

[Assistant]
While you're still not entirely sure about the trailer park, you have to admit the since you've been here in the house you've felt a little nervous at times. Almost like you feel someone is watching you. Silly of course, but maybe leaving town is a good idea if it's getting as chaotic as it has been.

You just hope you're making the right decision.

"Yeah, okay. I'll come with you." You say.
"You will? Great! Seriously, things will be better between us. I'm still really sorry about yesterday Suzy, here." Donna says and hands you a bunch of money.
"What's this?"
"It's some of what I made today. Oh don't worry, I still got a lot. I'm telling you with the money I'm making, we might even be able to find some place better to live in a few months! Okay, well I think I'm all packed, go grab your stuff and meet me in Tina's car. Oh wait, I saw Peter's car out there. Are you going to follow us in that instead?"
"I suppose so, it will probably be less cramped." You say and head downstairs to your room while Donna follows and heads out the door.

It doesn't really take you long to throw your stuff in your bags since you didn't really unpack that much. Just as you're loaded up, you once again feel like you're being watched. You spin around and see nothing.

"You're giving yourself the creeps Suzy. Nobody's here." You mumble.

Just as you are exiting your room, it's a minor miracle that Donna comes back in through the front door.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" you hear her scream from the living room. This causes you to pause just long enough that the assailant who was going to ambush you when you left your room losses his advantage.

However, he's still intent on killing you though and nearly succeeds in grabbing you, but you manage to back away in time.

As you back away you get a good look at him now and he's not unfamiliar to you. It's Johnny, but this time his face displays an utter hatred towards you.

"Fucking whore! You think you could get away? I heard what you did in here earlier! I got something I can shove up in there to make you feel like you've never felt before and never will again!" Johnny screams and swing his knife at you.

You continue to back away, but there isn't much room so you go around the desk for temporary relief, but even if you make it into the bathroom and lock the door you'll just be trapped in there.

You're so busy trying to survive, you completely forget that Donna is still in the house, but you soon remember when she runs in the room and clobbers Johnny in the back of the head with a small lamp.

"Fuck…shit…" Johnny says crumpling to the floor. He's not dead, but Donna's too busy calling to you to run to finish him off.

"Suzy! Come on! Get out of there!" Donna shouts and you waste no time in doing so.

Just as Johnny struggles to get back up, Donna throws the lamp at his head and follows you.

In all the excitement you forgot if you have Peter's keys, but Donna just shouts at you to get into Tina's car as you exit the house.

As you both pile into the car, Tina is more than a little surprised.

"What the fuck? Why are you two…"
"Just drive! Drive! Drive!" Donna shouts.

You're squashed a bit in the backseat with all the bags and panting heavily, but you're glad you got out of there. Thought you're understandably still shaken up.

"We need to tell the cops!" you shout.
"Tell them what? Have you seen this town Suzy? You think we're going to get any help? Shit, I probably still got a warrant out on me!" Donna says.

Meanwhile Tina is getting annoyed about being out of the loop.

"Will one of you bitches tell me what the fuck is going on?! I mean this is my car and I'd like to know if we're planning on getting shot at!" Tina snaps.
"We're fine. Well not fine, but nobody's shooting at anyone. Some nut case with a knife was in the house and tried to kill my sister." Donna replies.
"And you didn't kill him?"
"No, I mean maybe. Shit, I dunno. I smacked him in the head twice with a lamp, but I don't think I killed him." Donna says.
"(Sigh) You should've finished him off. I would have." Tina says.
"Tina, I'm not in the mood right now okay?!" Donna shouts.
"Fine. Fine. I'm just saying you better watch yourself in the future. Anyway, I need to focus on getting us through this bullshit going on in town, because we could still be getting shot at."

The rest of the drive is in relative silence, broken up periodically by Tina swearing at the road situation and your sister asking if you're okay since you're so quiet.

Your quietness is due to still being shaken up by what just occurred and also because you just don't have anything to say at the moment and are just hoping you get to where you have to get to in peace and in one piece.

After a long drive, you eventually reach the trailer park. You look out the window at the various rundown trailers in the darkness and think "So this is what my life has come to."

Finally you stop at one towards the further end of the park close to undeveloped land and just regular wilderness. One thing you sort of were expecting was the drunken revelry of several hillbillies, and while you did see a few sitting around with some bottles in hand, it's actually pretty quiet.

"This is your place right Donna?" Tina asks.
"Yeah, thanks Tina."
"Hm, well just be ready to go in the afternoon tomorrow. I'm not waiting around for you." Tina replies.

As the pair of you get out and unload your bags from the car, Tina studies you a bit.

"Y'know blondie, you're not bad lookin'. If you ever loosen up a bit, you could easily get a job at Kitty City too. I think the school girl look would work for ya pretty well. You kinda got that innocent look."
"Yeah I don't think so." You say.
"Hm, suit yerself. I'm just tryin' to help YOU out. Whatever." Tina remarks and backs the car up and swings it around to head back to her own trailer.

"I still don't like her." You say.
"Heh, well I'm not surprised. Come on, let's get inside. I'll give you the grand tour."

Naturally being a trailer, the "grand tour" doesn't take long. Donna tried to make the place sound better than it is, but it's better than you thought it would be, so it's not awful. She points out the couch which will have to do for your sleeping accommodations.

"Well Suzy, I know this is kind of a weird way to end the night given all that went down, but I'm really tired and I need to get some sleep, but before I do, did you need to talk about what happened?" Donna says.
"Probably, but what good would it really do? I mean I'm starting to wonder if I'm a magnet for serial killers at this point. Uncle Ed, my ex, this asshole we just barely got away from…Oh shit! Julie!" you suddenly say thinking about the grim implications of what might've happened to her.

Donna's face drops a bit too.

"Fuck. You said you haven't been able to get a hold of her at all?" Donna asks.
"No. Shit, that sick fuck probably killed her!" you exclaim.
"Now we don't know for certain. She could be…"
"I KNOW for certain. That creepy fucker told me a story involving her leaving the house when I met him earlier today. He probably lied and actually killed her. Oh fuck this is bad. I mean I know I grew apart from Julie…but goddamn it…" you say getting a little teary eyed.

Donna tries to console you, but she's starting to get upset too. Really you haven't seen her get sad for quite some time. Your sadness over the very likely loss of your friend is almost like a bonding experience. In between the tears you thank Donna for saving your life.

"(Sniffle) Hey, you might've saved mine had you not called me to move out in the first place. I mean without you, I might've been very partying with that sicko and he could've killed me as well as Julie. (deep breath) Okay, tomorrow you come with me. I'll try to convince Tina to drop you off at the police station. Hopefully you can make a report or something and we can at least get those corrupt fucks to look into it. Assuming things have settled down in town that is."
"Things have been really fucked up lately."
"Yeah, I dunno Suzy. I don't place much stock in end times bullshit, but I guess those Ground Zero commercials they're constantly blasting on the radio is starting to make me think something big is going to go down, though maybe it is already."
"Seems like it with the way my luck is going." You say.
"Hey, don't worry sis. We're going to get through this, no matter what comes our way. You and me. This is a brand new start for us, remember?"

This uncommon optimism does make you smile a bit at the fact you don't have to deal with all this yourself.

"Okay, Donna. (Yawn) I guess I better get some sleep. It'll be a big day if I'm to make a report tomorrow. Thanks again for saving me, I'm never going to forget it."
"Hey, like I said, you probably saved mine as well. Good night Suzy."
"Night Donna."

Donna heads off to her bed and you eventually fall asleep on the couch.

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
WEDNESDAY

"…act now and spend your life in the comfort of…"

"Oh shut the hell up…I already know the world is going to hell in a hand basket." You hear Donna say while she turns off the TV as you groggily wake up from the couch.

"What time is it?" you ask.
"It's past noon that's for sure. Still a few hours to go before we have to get ready to leave."
"Oh. How long you been awake?"
"Hm, not long. The shower's all yours though, I've already used it."

You sit up still getting used to your new surroundings

"Hm, you were right, it really isn't what I thought it was going to be. I was expecting to hear the sounds of drunken hillbillies arguing and shooting off guns when I woke up. It's actually pretty quiet." You say gathering so clean clothes.
"Heh, well I can't say that probably won't happen around the holidays, but like I said, I think you'll find that even the trashiest of people aren't acting like stereotypes all the time." Donna replies.

You nod and head off to take a shower. While you wash up, you try to mentally prepare yourself for your trip to the police station today. Part of that involves relaxing yourself and relieving yourself of tension in the usual way that hasn't failed you yet…

A few minutes later…

"SUZY! SUZY! GET DRESSED WE GOT A FUCKING SITUATION OUT HERE!" you suddenly hear Donna say as she beats on the bathroom door.

As startling as that is, what you hear next is even more so due to a loud bullhorn.

"THIS IS THE NATIONAL GUARD. THIS AREA IS NOW UNDER MARTIAL LAW! ALL INHABITANTS WILL EXIT THEIR TRAILERS AND AMASS IN THE CENTER FOR OBSERVATION! ANYONE ATTEMPTING TO RUN OR RESISTING WILL BE SHOT!"

So much for putting your mind at ease.

"Alright! Alright! I hear what's going on! I'm getting out!" you shout.
"Hurry!" Donna says.

You stop your shower, grab your clean clothes and start getting dressed as quickly as possible.

Tina is looking out one of the windows when you exit the bathroom.

"There are a couple of military trucks with a bunch of guardsmen out there. I don't know what's going on, but this is really bad. Shit. This has gotta have something to do with what's been going on in town." Donna says.
"They want us to go out there too." You say not being enthusiastic about that idea.
"Yeah, fuck that. It's probably just so they can kill us easier if we're all huddled up in a group or worse, maybe they want to round us up in those trucks for some sinister purpose."

Odd that Donna always thought your older brother was a kook for talking like that on regular basis, but she sounds more like him than ever right now. To be fair though, this is all pretty strange and you're not exactly trusting of the situation yourself.

"Well what are other people doing?"
"Some are coming out and some are staying in. In fact more are staying in than coming out, but that's hardly surprising. The folks around here aren't exactly fond of the government."

"EVERYONE OUT OF THEIR TRAILERS NOW! THIS IS NOT A CHOICE, IT'S A FUCKING ORDER!"

You and Donna look at each other.

"This isn't going to end well. Maybe we should run." Donna suggests and you nearly laugh.
"Yeah, because the plan to run worked SO well for me last time!" you say.
"Okay this is different, we really would be running off together. Come on, do you really think those soldiers out there are any better than those cops that pulled us over? In fact they sound worse!"
"Well you got a point there, (sigh) okay so what's the plan? We just step out the trailer and run? They already said they're going to open fire on anyone who does that." You say.
"Yeah, but we're lucky since we have a trailer at the end of the park. We could probably make a run for it and hide in the wilderness behind the park."
"That simple huh? How long are we supposed to hide out there? I don't know how to survive in the wild and unless you been secretly reading up such things, I don't think you do either."
"Well I don't fucking know! I'm just trying to come up with suggestions here! Fuck Suzy, I'm trying to help YOU out as usual."
"Thanks. Thanks for that Donna. Real helpful right now."

"EVERYONE EXIT THEIR TRAILERS RIGHT FUCKING NOW! THIS IS YOUR LAST FUCKING WARNING OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE AND THESE RUN DOWN PIECES OF SHIT WILL BE YOUR GODDAMN COFFINS!"

You look out the window briefly and see the few people that have exited their trailers are being shoved roughly in the center of the park. Some of the guardsmen stand nearby pointing their rifles at them, but nothing more yet.

A few more of the guardsmen are starting to spread out and move about the park. It looks like they're preparing for combat.

And then suddenly you see one of the locals kick their door open and yell something at the top of their lungs while blasting one of the soldiers with a shotgun before getting riddled with bullets.

Then all hell breaks loose.

"Get down!" you shout and you and Donna are both getting as low as you can on the floor. Gunfire, shouting and screaming is all you can hear and you're praying that a stray doesn't go through the wall and hit you.

Donna apparently has the same idea.

"Suzy, we gotta get the fuck outta here!"
"Donna we go out that front door and we risk an even bigger chance of getting our asses shot off! We need to just stay low and behind as much shit as possible! Maybe your bedroom or the shower in the bathroom would be…"

A couple of bullets go through the windows overhead and small shards of glass sprinkle to the floor.

"That's it, I'm not fucking staying here!" Donna yells and starts to crawl to the door of the trailer.

[User] You run with her

[Assistant]
While it didn't work out the first time, there really isn't any reason to not hesitate to run now. The soldiers are obviously out of control and it's possible they'll just line you up and start shooting you. You stand up from your crouching position and run over to the trailer door.

"Suzy, what the hell, keep the fuck down! They're still firing out there!" Donna exclaims as you step over her.
"Donna, you're the one who said you wanted to get out of here quickly, well we can't waste time! Now get up and let's go!" you shout and grab the door handle.

You open the door, which to your surprise reveals a soldier who was just about to open the door. Startling the soldier, he loses balance backwards a bit, but he doesn't lose his trained instinct to defend himself unfortunately for you.

The guardsman fires and you take several bullets to your body. You're dead before you even hit the floor of the trailer as your sister screams at this sight.


[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 jump To Branch And Climb Down

[Assistant]
You aren't going to be able to outrun them if they have horses so you take the only option you got and jump.  You are scared out of your mind but you successfully grapple the hanging branch and the two riders can do nothing but glare down at you and growl.  The tricky part is getting down from here.  You have never really been afraid of heights but you are REALLY high up.  The nearest ledge is almost halfway down the canyon and the rockface isn't easily climbable.  Still, you don't have much of a choice so you try anyway.

You make it most of the way down until one of the groves you were holding onto comes out and you fall.  Thankfully, you land on the ledge and you were already most of the way there so aside from knocking the wind out of you and hurting like hell you are pretty much alright.  Its possible you might have a broken rib but you have no way of knowing and it isn't precluding you from going on even if it is broken.  After taking time to recover a bit and catch your breath, you look around a bit and find a clear way to climb down to the bottom of the canyon and downward you go.  Fortunately, you make it to the bottom of the canyon without further incident.

You have now reached the bottom of the canyon and you know the entrance to the Craxil's chasm must be around here somewhere, but it is a massive canyon to explore.  You spent almost 7 hours down there until you come across three bizarre looking doors.  One is red and bears the emblem of a bear.  The next is green and bears the emblem of a spider.  The last is blue and bears the emblem of a wolf.  This whole ritual gets even more bizarre when you notice a rabbit approach and stand beside the red door as if to beckon you in that way.  A squirrel approaches the green
door and stands atop the frame as if to endorse that one, and an owl flies down to a rock near the blue door.  Its times like these you wish you were a druid so you could better understand what the hell these critters are trying to tell you.  Still, you have a decision to make and your instincts (whatever they are worth) are telling you that you only get one shot at this.

~Hint:  Depending upon the path you took to get here, you may or may not have seen one or both of the creatures on the correct door already.  If not, you are just going to have to guess.~

[User] You enter The Red Door With Bear Emblem, Endorsed By The Bunny

[Assistant]
Who can resist a cute widdle fluffy wuffy bunny hmm?  You open the red door with the bear emblem and as soon as you enter, the door slams shut and locks behind you.  It looks like you really don't have much of a choice but to continue down this passageway.  At the end is a large, circular chamber with numerous torches illuminating the entire chamber.  You are trying to decide which of two passageways to proceed down until you notice two bears, one coming out of each passage.  They lock eyes on you and give chase almost immediately.  You turn and run back to the door you entered from but it won't budge.  It seems you've made the wrong decision, and now the bears are eviscorating your midsection.

THE END


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

[User] The warrior wife (Lena)

[Assistant]
Soon, dinner is over and Henry says that he'll clean up, as he knows you and Lena have things to discuss concerning the possible invasion. Lena motions you back outside to talk.

"Won't Henry be joining us for this?" you ask.
"He doesn't need to, he's already more up to speed on things than you are, besides he needs to clean up and look after the baby."
"Okay then."

While Lena goes over to speak with Henry about some more mundane domestic manner, yoou head back outside into the silent darkness. Usually there are a few Sul Monkeys making noises at night, but you'd guess that Lena being a hunter and all, the monkeys have learned to stay far away from this area. You find a nearby stump to sit on and wait for Lena who makes her appearance soon.

"Okay I know we spoke about some of the this at dinner, but what exactly do you know about this impeding invasion?"
"Like I said, all I know is its one of the local eternal warlords in Quala. I think he just calls himself The Victor or something silly like that because of his conquests."
"Something exactly like that, though I believe he thinks it's a clever play on words due to his real name being Victor. He doesn't seem to be an excessively cruel ruler for an eternal, just a very arrogant one. Believes everyone should serve him. His ego aside, he has been one of the more successful warlords in Quala, but I think he's turned his sights on Delerg for extra conscripts and tribute to help fund conquests elsewhere."
"Well it isn't like there's much else here. So do you have any idea what his military strength might be?"
"I'm not sure, but uh, I think it's in the thousands."
"Is that low or high? I mean this does make a difference."
"I don't know! I mean I think it might be around ten."
"Okay…so if its around ten and if he's not a reckless idiot, that probably means he'll only send around fifteen hundred troops maximum here, probably less initially since he won't believe he'll have any resistance. Now how many people do we have?"
"Altogether we might have a little less than a hundred."

Lena as she continues to go on about how not all of those that she's managed to enlist to help are even combat capable. Some have just agreed to help in a no combat way such as passing on information and such. Which means if they aren't willing to fight, they'll be practically useless when the battle starts getting heavy and Victor decides to just start decimating entire towns.

Lena finally asks your opinion on the situation.

"So what do you think?"
"I think we're fucked, that's what I think. How much have you trained the people that will fight?"
"Some of them already know how, and I've trained others a little. I intend on stepping up the training sessions more soon."
"Not going to be enough, I can tell you that right now, also when I say fight I'm talking at least your level or better. You better get on it fast. Now what about traps?"
"What about them?"
"Have you set any up? I mean time at least could be taken to do that; you are a damn trapper after all."
"And what do you expect me to do? Dig a hidden spiked pit in a road that people use on a regular basis? I can't start setting up traps in public areas! I've done as much as I can around this village and even then I have to be careful. Some child playing in the wrong area and I'm the one getting blamed."
"(Sigh) Fine, I'll figure out something then. I'll start trapping the less travelled roads and the clearer parts of the swamp and jungle where an army might travel through. You might want to let people know if you're that concerned with avoiding potential accidents."
"Why don't you tell them? You are considered the revered protector of Delerg, last shadow."
"Because I'm done with people? Because I did all that shit in the past and it didn't work? If I was really all that respected and revered, I should be able to walk into Sinkhole and say hey, you're all in great danger and if you want a slim chance of surviving the shitstorm that's going to come your way then you better follow me and have everyone do it with absolute loyalty."
"So you want to have the same sort of absolute authority that one of those eternal warlords has because you know what's best for the lessers?"
"That's not what I meant, but if you're going to go there, yeah it would make things a hell of a lot easier. Besides, YOU'RE the leader of this resistance, not me. I'm here to help as much as I can, but as good as I am, I can't do every damn thing."
"So far the only thing you have done is point out that I'm doing everything wrong. When you actually start helping let me know."

You begin to get angry.

"What Lena? You want me to pat you on the head like some doting father and say you've done a good job so far and that everything will be all right? Well I'm not going to do that, because the outlook on this isn't fucking good! A superior force with better resources and most likely better fighting ability over all outnumbers us. You seem to forget I fought this battle before thirty damn years ago with better odds. You know how that ended? Complete destruction of my side, that's how it ended. We fucking LOST Lena, spectacularly and completely. So what if the Empire fell soon after? Did it help anything in the long run? No, not one bit. Did drunken bards at taverns sing the valiant but hopeless deeds of the shadows or anyone else? No. Was it all fucking worth it at all? No. And do you think when Delerg is eventually overrun, its towns destroyed, its people killed and its jungles burned to the ground; it'll make any bit of difference what we did? No. And you're an idiot if you think it will."

At one time Lena might've cried or run away by your harsh words, but she's much harder now of course.

"If you feel we're all doomed anyway then why help at all?" she asks.
"Because I'm an a mean old bastard that doesn't have much else to do with the remainder of life except enjoy a good fight from time to time. And my point is, that YOU aren't. Remember how after we killed Brutus you wanted to go on a suicidal rampage of attacking eternals in Quala? Remember how I managed to guide you from that by pushing you away? Seems like that worked out pretty well didn't it? You're alive and have a family rather than the rotting corpse that you'd probably be if you'd went ahead with your original idea."

You take a deep breath and exhale and touch Lena's shoulder before continuing.

"Well I'm making another guiding attempt except I'm telling you straight to your face now. You have a family and you have something to fight for, it's true. But you're not winning this. You can get the hell out of this forsaken swamp and make a new life elsewhere. I know you have it within you. Even if you don't care about yourself or even Henry, think about Tulla. I mean…"
"Let me stop you right there asshole." Lena says with authority.

"So let me get this straight, you telling me I should just run away? That I should leave my home?"
"I'm telling you, you should survive."
"Well survival isn't enough sometimes. Maybe it was when I fled my village as it burned to the ground, but not anymore. I'm fighting BECAUSE of my family. This is OUR home and we aren't going to be bullied by anyone or run away when things look bad. You once fought for a worthy cause, overthrowing the tyranny of the old Empire. You must have believed in it at one time or else you would've just fled the area at the nearest opportunity."
"To some extent yes, but if it wasn't for Talia, I probably wouldn't have stayed as long as I did."
"Yes, the great love of your life that was the reason for most of your choices…I know. But how long are you going to hide behind that ghost? You told me you once broke up with her for a few years due to a disagreement of faith. You didn't even think you'd ever get back with her, yet you stuck around in that frozen wasteland Rask and continued to fight the Empire all by yourself. You still must've believed in your cause. When you saved me on that terrible night, you didn't do that for Talia either. You didn't even do it out of boredom, or the thrill of battle, or whatever other reason you want to hide behind. You did it because you felt it was the RIGHT thing to do."

You stand silent as Lena continues her speech.

"You're a survivor, but I do not believe that it's enough for you either. You still want to fight for a worthy cause and your morality keeps getting more in the way than you'd like to admit. If you were truly just a survivor, you wouldn't even be here. You want to help me, because you CARE. You're even trying to convince me to leave because you care. I'm not leaving. Preventing Delerg from being occupied by a hostile force is a worthy cause to fight for. Many won't fight, well I think as you once told me, they're weak. And even though it may be frustrating and unrewarding sometimes its up to the strong to protect the weak. I believe that fighting for a positive cause will be setting a good example for Tulla and she will grow up seeing that. And if we die…then at least we all died fighting for something worthy and what we believe in. I would think you of all people would approve of such a death."

You have no argument.

"I would. Very well, I believe I have most of the information I need here, I'll probably start doing my own spying into the Quala province and find out more. I'll keep you posted. I…um…well…" you start to fumble with an apology, but Lena stops you.
"Don't worry, I know. You're just a mean old bastard." She says.
"Heh, yeah." You chuckle and start to leave, but before you go Lena grabs your arm and leans in to kiss you on the cheek.

"What was that for?"
"For everything."

You and Lena look into each other's eyes for a moment and then you turn to leave again. When you get few paces you turn to see Lena still watching you for a moment and then turn to head back to her home.

"Shut up Dendrin." You mutter as you walk back to the temple.


[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 need a hint

[Assistant] Well you're not the sharpest knife in the spoon drawer. It's very simple, you can either press the stone or you can wait around in your cell until you die of starvation. Which would you prefer?


[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 planning a raider attack

[Assistant]
You settle back into your seat with one thing on your mind "How do I made a raider attack materialize in under two days? Every human I've met agrees that the raiding groups were all wiped out by the military or the infected years ago" Then it occurs to you that you don't actually need to make a raider attack happen, you just need to make it SEEM like one happens, and for that you need more information. You turn to those nearest you and begin fishing for clues "What were the raiders like, we never suffered from the the same way in the city?" A couple avoid your eyes but once the first ones begin describing their experiences others readily join in and a full on little debate about them begins.

It goes on for nearly an hour before slowly dying out as people begin getting rations for breakfast and you pretend to enjoy a small can of meat with one of the others. You slowly work through all the stories to filter out the important information.

The raiders always came from the North, avoiding the city and heavily populated areas. They used vehicles and had guns but still fought like cowards, killing a few guards then loosing infected that has taunted and made to follow them on the inhabitants of small communities. They would retreat right away so they were not forced to fight and were in no danger from the infected, returning the next day or day after to clear out the last of the infected and humans and steal all they could. They had also raided here a couple of times, killing guards and opening the gate before fleeing, but they always returned to find the inhabitants and food safely locked up, or back manning the walls so they would give up and leave after firing off guns for fun and breaking a few things.

"So all that needs to happen is a lot of noise and some guns going off, and that I can do." Having worked out your plan, you relax back into a corner an pretend to be trying to get to sleep like many of the others. Once you are sure you wont be disturbed you send out your senses carefully, pushing near your limits but not forcing it, you don't want a nose-bleed now. You finally find a few scattered shamblers right at you limit and quickly grab their minds, sending the order to walk towards you before dropping the control again "That should do it for now" You think as the headache begins at the back of your mind, grabbing them at such range wasn't easy, you'll have to hope enough follow the order and get closer soon.

[User] The Raiders arrival

[Assistant]
You actually let yourself rest for a few hours and nap for a short time before sending out your senses again and finding that you were successful. There are 5 shamblers now in easy range of your abilities so you quickly grab them and direct them to the community. Some of the humans are stirring again but you know most are avoiding you for now so you should have a little more time to relax and watch your shamblers approach.

In the end it takes another hour for them to arrive and you finally get to direct them in the gate. They are in bad shape, nearer dead than alive so you direct them to feast on some of the bodies and leave them to it for a couple more hours while you exchange pleasantries with some of the humans. It seems that since you went and chatted to the guards and haven't been shot yet that some of them think that must mean you are innocent, enough to talk to you at least and that's fine, you only need the cover for a short time more.

Once everyone quietens down again you once more retreat to your corner and pretend to nap while you check on your little hordes progress. They have been feeding and their bellies are full, you can sense the new energy in their bodies and know it is time to get to work, you want everything ready for evening.

You have them stop feeding for now and carefully direct each one individually, having them find and gather guns. You fail at first, not knowing how to make them find something you cannot see but you can follow their senses to where you know the guards died and once there you have them sweep their arms around and feel whatever they find.

It takes time and it is extremely difficult work for you, the fine control of their bodies, reading their senses and trying to locate things all at the same time takes it's toll and you headache is horrendous but you eventually get every shamblers holding a gun of some sort.You leave the order for them to hold on to their guns no matter what and release control, allowing your mind you relax as you try to wipe away a massive nosebleed.

You glance around and see the guards are spread out with the other humans and many ar giving you suspicious looks "Good thing my plan is coming together" You think as you pretend to enjoy a late lunch with people and relax for the evening, you need to time this correctly.

Three hours before sunset you think your headache has gone down enough to act so you move the shamblers closer to the bunker and begin trying to make one fire it's gun, this takes nearly twenty minutes to work out but finally you hear a muffled boom. Everyone looks instantly to the door and a guard makes sure it is locked, no-one says anything though and keeps quiet, waiting to see what comes next.

You realize that the shambler dropped the gun when if fired and you don't have time to have it work out how to pick it up so you direct it to band on the door while starting to directly control a second one. This one you make hold the gun back against it's body and point the barrel at the bunker. You take much less time with this one and you hear the repeated cracking noises of a semi-automatic gun firing and at least a couple of the bullets ping off the outside of the shelter just as the first one reaches the door and slams it's arm into it.

"The raiders are back!" one of the humans calls out in a panic and several others agree instantly, expressing the same concerns. Debate springs up with some saying they are wiped out while others say this must be a new group of them, either way they are all agreeing someone is outside with guns.

You stop the one banging the door and have two more fire their guns off into the air before sending all of them to smash up a few breakables like the machine shop and its generator, keeping only the last one with a gun. You give it nearly half an hour before having this one fire it's gun too then have the shamblers leave. Directing them as far from the community as possible before loosing control over them

[User] You acceptance and new trust

[Assistant]
The guards don't do much more than calm people down for the next few hours, re-assuring them about the bunker and how strong it is before finally one stands up and makes an announcement. "It seems like the raiders have returned. We don't know how or why, it is possible it is a new small group emulating their tactics after running out of supplies. We just know they are here. What happened over night was that several guards were killed, the gates opened and infected released inside. If they keep to their old playbook, it means that by now they are gone and all the infected are dead. We will wait in here one more night then go check on things" He sits back down as people begin talking about all the possibilities this brings up and you notice a massive drop in meaningful looks your direction.

You smile to yourself "Off the hook for now then!" You think and people eat dinner then find a spot to sleep. You wait up a short time but your headache is throbbing so you finally lie down and join the sleeping humans. You even sleep right through the night and have to be woken in the morning by people moving around near you.

Once you sit up, you get involved int he discussion about what the new raider threat means but add little to the conversation as you are mostly just trying to gage how quickly the doors open and you can get back to eating these walking ready meals.

It isn't long before three guards head out and return with the news that guns were indeed fired around the compound and that the machine shop and a few of the houses were smashed up a little  along with the generator but that little was taken, the general consensus rests with people deciding that it must have been another small community copying raider tactics to get more supplies.

You smile to yourself once more "time for part B" You think as several people apologize for doubting you and the guards stop watching you.

[User] You part B of the plan

[Assistant]
You watch the guards for a time, there are 7 of them and each is armed now however if you split them up, you can easily kill them all so you bide your time until a second team is sent out to investigate the surrounding area for danger. Three guards head out leaving 4 inside and you know it is the perfect chance.

You wander slowly closer, seeing the door just ajar and the kaycard for it round one of the guards necks "So, about trying to prove my innocence here?" You begin as your excuse for walking closer and closer. Once of the guards replies for them all "We will still keep an eye on you but it does look more like a case of bad timing on your part now. Just don't do anything suspicious ok?" He gives you a little grin to signal that it's ok really but it freezes on his face as your fist crushes his windpipe. The others try and grab their guns but they are too late as you lash our at them, knocking them into the walls as you kill them.

It is over is seconds and the four remaining guards lie dead at your feet. One of the humans rushes at you but you simply move too fast for him to stand a chance as you grab him by the skull with one hand and begin squeezing, forcing him to his knees in pain "I am a Harbinger, a Herald of the apocalypse! If you don't know what that means, it means that I am your new God, you can all cower in here while I feast on your dead, if your behave and cower like good prey should, many of you will survive, defy my and this is the result." You squeeze hard and feel the mans skull shatter, brain and blood squirts out as you drop his corpse in front of the others.

You grab the keycard, checking the others to make sure there isn't a copy left inside then head outside and lock the door "And thats my food supply secured!" You laugh  as you find the nearest body to feed on and clear the taste of the horrific human food from your mouth.

[User] The coming days

[Assistant]
You know you are the Alpha predator now, humans are clearly just prey waiting to be eaten. You brought down an entire armed community with a security bunker no less and now you feast on their corpses. You powers are stronger than ever and you can keep pushing them further and further.

Yes, this is right, there is a food chain and simply you are on top. other harbingers might rank second but you are first and the lowly humans are nothing but future meals. You suddenly feel your mind changing, everything becomes clearer, crystallized almost, your vision sharper and your mind more directed. It is as if a filter had been removed from your mind and you can see everything properly for the first time.

Your rightful place in the world, your grandeur, it is all so simple really. You stretch out your senses, easily surpassing all of your previous limits and grab the minds of all the infected you locate, barely having to even think about it, every infected mind you touch, you crush instantly and control.

You sense the three ast humans returning though and laugh "Oh how late to the party, well, you will be my next meal then, I shall eat you while you are still alive so you are as fresh as possible!" Once they are in the compound you sprint right for them. They can't even reach as you move with supernatural speed, knocking each of them flying into walls meters away and killing all but one instantly "Maybe I over did it? Ah well, they are still fresh now!" You look at the last one, pitifully clinging to life before lashing out at its mind with your own.

You can almost see your mental attack, great red flames lashing the mind again and again as it writhes in pain then dies "Ah I can finally affect the normal human minds too, excellent, I truly am a god fit to rule this world."

The next few weeks pass slowly and easily. You take humans from the bunker one by one and devour them until there isn't a single one left in the compound and you set your sights East "You are next oh great Eastern colony, you have enough prey to keep me going for years." You think as you rise and begin you journey

[User] You journey of death

[Assistant]
You have reached the current Journey of Death ending. The second evil ending currently in the game.

Of course this ending gets expanded greatly soon, but I was literally writing these pages a few hours before the deadline so I couldn't get it further along.


[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 help Jake

[Assistant]
Even if you made a dash for the door, you don't think you'd make it before Trent's friends would reach you, better that you help Jake.

You rush over to Jake and also grab Trent's hand that is still clutching the pistol. Jake and Trent are also hitting each other, though Jake can't really get a good hit in due to the counter being in the way and Trent being tall and having a long reach. Trent maintains a vice like grip on the pistol.

"Hey you motherfuckers come help me! Fat ass and this bitch are trying to get the gun!" Trent exclaims.

Jake seeing that you have a grip on Trent's pistol hand, Jake releases one of his hands to try to pull Trent forward over the counter.

He succeeds easily and Trent is half way over the counter, though two of his buddies manage to grab ahold of his legs and waist.

Meanwhile Trent's third friend has jumped over the counter and grabbed on to you. It's mister pimple and he's more like groping you rather than just trying to pull you off of his buddy.

In your attempt to get the little perv off of you end up letting go of Trent's pistol hand and while Jake still has a partial grip on it and is currently punching Trent in the face with his other fist, Trent manages to at last get his finger back around the trigger and starts shooting.

Of course he's firing wildly due to getting punched in the face and still not having complete control over his gun, but unfortunately you're close enough and in the direction he happens to pull the trigger.

You catch two in the chest and his buddy groping you gets one in the throat. The pair of you fall to the floor, him gurgling and spiting up blood and you struggling to breathe and also coughing up blood.

You die in a bloody heap on top of some acne ridden virgin that still manages to be clutching your right tit even in death.


[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] No way. Rick's had enough of your free labor.

[Assistant] Why spend the weekend flat on your back under Rick's hunk of junk when you could be at home, sitting on that new lounge chair you just got for your room, finishing your quest to rescue the princess? You're so close; you can feel it. Just another hour or so, and victory is yours.


[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 shoot

[Assistant] You pull the trigger, as the gun bucks in your hands. The bullet flies through the air, hitting the werewolf in the neck and knocking it to the ground with a burst of crimson blood, which sprays over its fur and sends it collapsing to the ground. An easy kill, but a loud one. You need to move, and you need to move fast.


[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 break the window and open fire on those inside

[Assistant]
You move to the cabin's window, feeling yourself swell with an animalistic energy. You swing your shotgun like a club, smashing through the window frame as it flies inwards with a shower of glass. Rather than firing in as planned, you find yourself leaping through the window with a roar, your shotgun in hand.

You land in the small cabin, finding yourself in the glow of a series of monitors, in front of a roar of a set of iron bars. Your eyes focus on the two guards by the door, clearly standing up against it, waiting for you to enter. You raise your gun, firing as the first one takes a blast of silver through his chest, shredding the man's internal organs as he slumps against the wall. The other guard, wielding a hatchet, charges you with a roar. Rather than firing, the animalistic urges consume you, and you toss the weapon aside, roaring.

KILL! FLESH! FEED! HUNT!

You tackle the man, ramming him against the wall as the hatchet drops from his hand. You grab his face, driving your long nails into his eyes as you attempt to tear them out of your skull, as you drive your jaws forward and clamp them on his neck, tearing a mouthful of flesh clean off. You find yourself tearing and stabbing and biting, as the man's screams are quickly replaced by a dying gargle.

The silver burns in your chest, and you step back, wiping the blood from your mouth. You look at the dead creature ahead of you, sighing.

"Fuck," you swear, wiping the blood from your lips.

All of a sudden, the blood on your lips begins stale and wretched and you find yourself spitting out what flesh remains in your mouth. You being retching, spitting blood onto the ground as you focus on your pain until a calm comes over you again, and you find focus.

[User] You investigate the cabin

[Assistant]
The cabin is a bizarre room, a mismatch of an old cabin and a security office. A large map is spread over a large table, as you look down at it. You quickly scan the map. It appears to be an image of the forest, highlighting several points. The first one you notice seems to be the cabin you're in now, which is identified as a "SURVEILLANCE POINT". You look to the center of the map, which shows a large, abandoned mine. "HQ" is written across it in red marker, with several access points to the mine. It seems that the werewolves are using it as their central lair. That's where Alpha will be, alongside the rest of the werewolves. If you want to defeat these werewolves before you turn tonight, you'll want to head here.

You continue searching the cabin for anything of value, finding only a rack of weapons and supplies. The weapons rack actually has a large amount of explosives, C4, plastic explosives and other timed explosive weapons. They're of little use as weapons of battle, but they could no doubt do some damage. There's very little of value here, but you now know where you need to go to take out this werewolf pack and finish it. If you can wipe out the wolves there, this pack of beasts won't survive the night.

A burst of howls breaks through the silence of the night, and you have to fight the urge to howl back, biting your tongue. You reach for your gun, hoping to quench the bestial spirit inside you. Running your fingers along the iron barrel, you try to remind yourself who you are. You're a tool user, a human, a Hunter. You rush through the window, staring out past the frame of broken glass, spotting grey fur streaked with black emerging from the woods, howling towards the sky.

Fuck! The creatures have found you! You rush over to the other window, only to see more beasts prowling out from the bushes. Swearing, you ready your gun, taking deep breaths as you try to figure a way out, the beast within desperately pushing to howl and answer the call. You can hear the howling creatures surround the cabin, no doubt alerted by one of the guards in the cabin before you blew them away. You need to get out of here fast, and you don't have many solutions. You don't have the ammo to kill them all, and there's no silver in the cabin to use.

[User] You try to sneak out past the Werewolves

[Assistant]
You cautiously move out to the broken window, pulling yourself through and landing on your chest outside in the short grass. You slowly crawl along the ground, trying to stay in the darkness and the shadow to stay out of their gaze.

However, there's little that the werewolves' incredible sight can't notice, and fewer still they can't smell. You soon find yourself with a half a dozen beasts of claws, fur and teeth charging towards you, howling and screaming. You raise your shotgun, before its torn from your hands and you face the fury of a dozen claws and far more teeth.

You barely last seconds before you're torn apart.


[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 say "I should see our daughter"

[Assistant]
You return her kiss, but when her hands move down your body, you hold them still

"I want to see our daughter"

Catheryn looks hurt for a moment, but recovers quickly, she flashes you a sympathetic smile

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be selfish, go in and wake Laila, but-"

She slips by you and whispers in your ear flirtatiously

"Just don't keep me waiting"

You kiss her once more before grasping the copper handle of your daughter's door and pushing it open softly. Like your own, your daughter's room is plain, just a bed and chest of drawers, but you notice someone has placed an earthenware jug of flowers on top of the pine chest.

Laila is sleeping curled up on her bed, head partially obscured by the thick fur blankets. Her long golden hair, silken smooth like her mother's, cascades over the blanket's contours.

You nudge her shoulder gently

"Laila, wake up"

The young girl snuffles in her sleep, but otherwise makes no move to wake.

When you left several months ago, Laila was five and enjoyed sleeping through the day. She is six now, but clearly her sleeping habits have not changed. You shake her again, still delicately, but with an added firmness

"Laila, wake up"

Laila yawns groggily

"Wha-?"

You wait patiently for her eyes to open, when they do she shrieks with happiness, diamond blue eyes widening with surprise. Wrapping her arms around your midriff with a surprisingly strong grip, she practically squeals with delight

"Father!"

You tossle her hair fondly, which bunches together briefly but then almost instantly resumes its waterfall-smoothness. She looks at you seriously

"How long are you staying, father?"

You smile reassuringly

"With any luck, the rest of the winter, past that, I can't say"

With you now firmly secured in her life, Laila decides to inform you about all the wonderful things she has seen and done while you've been away. You are all too happy to listen; you talk for hours, laughing and cajoling, strengthening the bond that had grown all too tenuous during the long months you were absent.


[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 pick up the wheelchair.

[Assistant]
The metal of the chair is light enough to swing but hard enough to hurt them. You send one sprawling into the now-moving tram and the other into the path of the crowd getting off the escalator. A few people seem to stumble over their own feet as they step on the goblin, but they--especially a woman in stilettos--injure him badly. Both lie there, bleeding yellow blood.

They're not dead, but both injuries look fatal.  Neither of them is going to be in any condition to chase you for the next three hours.

[User] You board the tram, victorious one!

[Assistant]
You hurry onto the tram just as the doors close.

You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.

The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge near the doors, ready to leap out, but none do, and the tram ambles onward.

A guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago gets on. He notices you.

Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're used to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet, for the most part, people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.

And yet this guy sees you.

That's probably not good.

You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level of this--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they come in the form of fairly cute guys.

He walks up to you. "Hi."

This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?

"I think we went to camp together."

His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? You can't remember. You were too panicked to notice.

"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away.

And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)

"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"

"Yeah. You're Claire."

"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.

He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.

His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"

You look down. During the fight, one of the goblins apparently ripped your jeans from knee to ankle. Also you are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.

"How so?"

He seems to know there's a deeper meaning to that--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri has always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off?


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
"What are you thinking?"

"Drake's RV."

"What about it?"

"We get the keys, and drive it straight into the cultists's camp and hop out."

"What? Like ram them."

"No, we make it explode. I'm pretty good at Chemistry and I watch a lot of crime shows. I should know what to mix to make it go up in a fireball."

Becca stares at you nervously, before nodding.

"Yeah, OK. Let's do that."

"Do you remember which way the truck is?"

Becca nods, and you begin following her through the dead night. The silence is only broken by the trudging of your feet and the occassional hoot from an owl. Eventually, you near the edge of the woods. Sure enough, the massive RV sits by the trees at the edge of the forest.

"Do you know how to drive?" you ask.

"I guess. I've never drove an RV, nad I sure as hell haven't driven one through the woods, avoiding trees and… whatever."

"You're going to have to," you say.

Becca retrieves the keys from their hiding spots, and you enter the RV. Becca goes to start it up, while you head to the back and start looking at the various pieces of equipment and chemicals at your disposal. You find a few choice substances from the distilerry Drake had set up, including plenty of flammible alcohol. As you struggle to remember your many science classes, you work with the chemicals for several minutes, before you've made the RV into a jury-rigged bomb.

"Hey, Hazel, is it ready?"

"Yes."

"Should we have waited until we were a little closer and not going through bumpy terrain before we made this into a bomb?"

You shrug, and Becca begins driving. Although she finds it considerably harder to navigate the trees unlike the others who did so with ease, she manages to keep you on track and alive. After a while, you begin to near the camp.

"So, what do we do?" Becca asks.

"We ram them," you say. "You get out now. I'll ram it."

"You don't know how to drive!"

"I have a straight line to the camp. Just press down on the accerator, I suppose. Which one's the accelrator?"

Becca shows you, and you nod.

"OK, get out."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll just speed it up and dive out. Easy," you reply.

You take a deep breath, before Becca gets out of the RV. She stands to the side, staring nervously ahead. You take another deep breath, hoping the oxygen will calm you, and hit the accelerator. The vehicle quickly begins to speed up, as the RV bumps you around in your seat. You enter the clearing, and get your site. You see slithering, monsterous and malformed children in the RV as the rest of the cultists lay stones in a massive circle. Doctor Kessel cradles a bundle in his arms, and looks up at you in shock.

"What the hell…?"

"Stop her!" Alison yells, as Sheriff Buckly fumbles for his gun in a panic.

You point your RV at theirs', and quickly drop a large piece of equipment on the accelerator. As the wheels begin to spin and start speeding toward RV. You jump out of your seat and rush to the door. You dive out of it, hitting the dirt, as you watch one RV speeding towards the other. Doctor Kessel screams in a panic, and the Meth Lab rams into the RV. They impact with incredible force,  knocking them both onto their sides as they flip through the air. After a few seconds, they slow down, and land in a mangled heap. You hear horrible growls, shrieks and hisses from inside the metal as the seemingly unharmed monsters inside begin to pull themselves out by hands, claws or tentacles. The wreckage begins to leak, a large puddle of alcohol, fuel and various other chemicals forming. Doctor Kessel looks at it and laughs.

"I thought would've exploded..." Doctor Kessel says.

He begins walking towards you, and you see what he's holding: a wiggling mass of tentacles, flying around the air and stroking his face. The long, thin tentacles, covered with a thin veneer of slime, begin stretching out, stroking your face and you scream.

"Ssssh..." Doctor Kessel whispers. "This is your child. Isn't he beautiful?"

You stare at the center mass of the tentacles, and see a light blue, incredibly human eye in the center. An eye just like yours. You let out a terrified cry, as you hear a shout from Sheriff Buckly.

"STUPID BITCH!" he screams.

You look up, and see Becca has snuck up and is trying to open the rusted cage. Doctor Kessel looks up, and you have a moment to act.

[User] You crawl away from them

[Assistant]
You crawl desperately backwards, away from Doctor Kessel. You hands touch the puddle of fuel, and you have an idea. You fumble through your pants, pulling out your lighter. Doctor Kessel charges forward, pressing his foot on your chest with a swift stomp.

"Stop fighting, girl!" he growls.

[User] You light the puddle

[Assistant]
You flick your lighter on, and ignite the puddle. Flames burst out as the liquid sets alight. The flames lap at your side, but Doctor Kessel desperately backs away in a panic, allowing you to roll away from the fire. The flames race along, igniting the puddle, before it reaches the RV. As flames reach the insides where the lab and make-shift explosive are hit. Then, it explodes. A wave of heat and shrapnel tear through the air as a thunderous boom goes off. Your ears ring as a fireball explodes into the night with tremendous force. Chunks of metal go off in all directions, and you collapse on the ground. After a few seconds you manage to look up and survey the carnage. Miraculously, you're safe, and all your friends in the cage as well as Becca and Sheriff Buckly seem mostly unharmed. You can hear the sizzling of the monsters' corpses in the burning skeleton of the two intertwined RVs. Alison and Mrs Jordan were closest to the RV and consumed in the wall of fire and barrage of shrapnel, their burned and torn apart bodies now lying on the earth. Doctor Kessel lies, badly burned with the scorched remains of the Key-Bearer lying on top of him.

"NO! NO!" Sheriff Buckly screams, staring at the wreckage in abject horror.

Becca raises her knife and stabs Sheriff Buckly in the neck with a scream and he yelps in pain. She pulls it out, and Sheriff Buckly collapses to the floor.

"You... you've taken everything... from me," Doctor Kessel pants.

You look at him, burns going across his face and across his smoldering chest. The Key-Bearer moves slightly, but you quickly finish it off with a few stomps, wincing at every squelch.

"No...!" Doctor Kessel pants. "You've... doomed man... to nothingness."

You stare down at him as his breathing slows, before the rise and fall of his chest ceases. You walk over to Becca, who's pulling a pair of keys out of Sheriff Buckly's pocket. She unlocks the rusted cage, and your friends spill out. Carter and Mason help Lucy hobble out, followed by Kyle who eagerly hugs Becca, and finally Ant.

"Holy shit. You just blew up an evil cult. I'm impressed," Ant says.

"Holy shit, I don't... what the fuck just happened?" Kyle asks.

"I don't know. We should probably leave," Mason says. "Thanks, Hazel, thanks, Becca, you saved our asses here.

"We n-need t-to get out of here and g-g-get Lucy help f-for her le-leg," Carter says.

You nod, and begin to walk away from the burnt out ashes of the camp, just as the sky begins to rise.

[User] One Year Later...

[Assistant]
After the Bang

You're surprised how quickly and eagerly the media pick up on this. A tale of a bunch of kids discovering what a cult and driving a meth lab into it and blowing it up entirely. Of course, the story gets botched considerably. The cult is said to be Satanist, the monster-children are claimed to be simply malformed or mutilated, and any and all super-natural presence is rationalized. Still, it does turn Dawnwood into a media hotspot for some time and turns you into somewhat of a celebrity some time. Still, it doesn't take long for the media to move on. With celebrity pregnancies, terrorist attacks in the Middle East and an endless amount of mass shootings, things move on. You continue living in Dawnwood, staying with your friends. There's a special type of unbreakable bound that arises when a group of people face death together, and because of that you stay as a tight-knit group of friends. Time passes, you settle down in the town and for the first time you're glad you moved to the town. Sure, you still have many unanswered questions about what happened and still wake up with phantom pains in your stomach and nightmares of that night, but for the most part you're able to move past it. You're looking forward to your future in Dawnwood.