[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 stay perfectly still

[Assistant] You stand perfectly still, hoping its vision is based on movement. It lets out a rumbling growl that shakes you to your core. As you wince in terror, it charges. It sprints towards you faster than a truck, and barrels into you. Your bones break and crack as you're sent spiraling through the air. You land in a heap by the soft mud by the stream and let out a shriek as your limbs twist at incredible angles that they're definitely not meant to go. The creature walks slowly towards you, and you try to crawl away but find yourself unable to move. You see the flash of the beast's teeth and a spurt of crimson before it finishes off its prey.


[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 meet with Jack Morrow

[Assistant]
Your shuttle docks into the Sword Thrust, as you slip a gas mask on over your mouth, as Elizabeth and the Tribals do the same.

"Your body won't be accustomed to the level of chems flooded into the air," Elios says. "These guys really know how to party! Keep the masks on!"

The shuttle doors open, revealing... no one. Huh.

"Where's Morrow, Elios?" Elizabeth asks.

"Must be somewhere," he says, shrugging.

You walk through the ship, cringing at the scenes on display. A cultist walks out of a room, holding a long knife, covered in long cuts on his heavily scarred forearms. He looks at all of you, before collapsing. You pass a pair of cultists just screwing each other in the hallway, not even reacting to your presence. You nervously step over them, continuing on. Soon, you find Morrow.

Jack Morrow stands in a large room, in front of a mountain of bright crimson powder. He's completely naked, holding a machete and screaming at the roof.

"I thought you said he'd be unprofessional," Fay chuckles.

"I'm in love..." Fucky sighs.

"Come on! Come on! Let's fucking do it!" Morrow screams.

Jack shoves his face into the pile of crimson, and begins to snort it directly up his nose. He snorts for what seems like a solid minute, before swinging his machete around. He notices you all, grinning.

"Elios! Elios, you fucking scumfuck!" he says, running over.

You expect the two to embrace, but... it doesn't go that way. Jack pushes Elios against a wall and begins kissing him, before grabbing Elios hand and cutting it open, and licking the blood. Then, he pushes your lieutenant away, grinning.

"Come! Do Blood Dust with me! It's good shit!" he yells.

"Please, try it..." Fucky yells.

"RAGE!" Smiley roars.

"I'm on business," Elios says. "We have an offer to make."

"Shoot," Morrow says, snorting more Blood Dust off his machete. "Do your friends want some?"

"I'll pass," you say, as your companions nod.

"The men with me want to become your business partners. We'll sell you chems, you distribute them. You still have clients?"

"Yeah, man!" Morrow grins. "I have a dozen Slaaneshi war-bands calling for me, I'm hooked up with the pirates and raiders and shit in the sector, and I'll take whatever's left! YEAH!"

Morrow smacks himself in the face with the flat of his machete, laughing. He turns, grabbing a female cultist and pushing her onto the table. The cultist begins undressing, as the two begin making love... no, it's just fucking, fucking in front of you. You watch nervously as the act goes on for about a minute, before Morrow pulls out, snorts another line of Blood Dust, and walks back over to you, his member standing prominently in the air.

"Go on.. embrace it!" Fucky says.

"Holy shit," Elizabeth says, stepping back.

"What's wrong, baby?" Morrow asks. "You want some? Trust me, I have another few goes in me. Bend over and pull up your robes."

"Fuck off," Elizabeth says, electricity running along her hands.

"Whatever. So, you had a deal for me?"

"Yeah. Elios said he talked to you about the exact numbers, right?"

Morrow pauses, before nodding.

"Shit, yeah! Let me think, let me think! Given current market prices, net worth over a long term deal amounts to... what... Fuck, what currency do you use?" Morrow says, shaking his head as he does more Blood Dust.

"Thrones," you say.

"That's about fifty million Thrones profit in the foreseeable future, take five for contact's ten percent finder fees and all that, another five to pay off the Imperials so we have access to the outlaw planets which will make up about twenty to thirty percent of our market, and... did I ask you if you wanted to fuck?" he says, looking at Fay.

"I'll pass," Fay says, staring at the man as he nods vigorously.

"OK, OK! That's about forty million Thrones, wage levels cheap due to use of slaves, split two ways... this deal should net you around twenty million Thrones."

"I told you he was a genius. Did all that in his head," Elios smirks, as Elizabeth frowns.

"Do we really trust this guy, Karth?" Elizabeth says.

"Fuck! You should probably not, bitch!" Morrow screams as Elizabeth. "I'll fuck you at first opportunity! Praise Slaanesh, I just want to push you against the wall and finger-fuck you! WHOA!"

Morrow slams his head against the wall, before stumbling backwards and collapsing onto the pile of Blood Dust.

"Shit... I need sleep. Do we have a deal, Elios?"

"We need a bargain of f..." Elios begins to say, before Morrow interrupts.

"I'll pay your half up front. Bargain of faith. If I do that, you promise to only supply me. We can make a new deal after the fifty million profit mark is hit. Deal?"

"Sure," you say.

"I'll have one of the tech priests transfer it over," Morrow says. "Now, I need to sleep. I haven't slept in a few... weeks."

Morrow closes his eyes, lying against the floor.

"That man is a maniac," Fay says.

"Yeah. Let's get off this ship," you say.

[User] You continue

[Assistant] True to his word, Morrow does transfer over twenty million Thrones to your account. You ensure that he gets every shipment of chems you create, and ensure you have a solid business contact for this. The man's insane, but he's proven trustworthy for the time being.


[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 kill her

[Assistant]
A fleeting thought of vicious cruelty all to get back at your Dad crosses your mind, but leaves you. You don't need to bother proving anything. You know who you are. The old man is defeated and he'll be dealt with when you get back. The second reason is you wish to remain unique; transforming your sister into something similar to you would be destroying that.

"Well sis, this is where we say good bye, you may thank me for this mercy I'm displaying. Dad won't be so lucky." You say and snuff out the last bit of her life essence and leave the house. As you're leaving one of your mortal necromancers approaches you in the middle of the chaos.

"Uh sir, we've taken over the city. The royal family was butchered in their own throne room."
"Good. Well you know what to do next, recruit the weak willed, kill the resisters, and raise the dead. I got more important things to do."

You return to Aftermath where you inform your Dad of his beloved daughter's death and how she died mewling and begging like a pathetic stuck Halfling. You also mention he won't get to die with half as much dignity.

His torment stretches for months before his body at last gives out. Lasted longer than you expected, but then again he was always tough.

Ten years pass…

Twenty years have passed, and the world has tilted firmly into the grip of evil. Demons pour into this world more and more each day. The Grand Alliance is dead and the "civilized" governments of mortals have fallen to demonic hordes or your own undead ones. Pockets of resistance always exist, but the damage they do is negligible. There is little hope left.

As for your own "alliance" that also no longer exists. You and Velzix couldn't exist together any longer and the need to destroy each other was finally unleashed. The land is split and your territory is known as the Forsaken Dominion. The war goes on for years in a bloody seesaw event.

Tivadol the Destroyer attempts to raise his own status by trying to launch an all out assault upon you. Hoping that by killing you personally, everyone will see he's a better leader than Velzix. His fanatical berserker troops do much damage initially, but soon even they fall before the relentless hordes of undead. By the time Tivadol gets to the inner reaches of your lands, he's fighting by himself. He dies in an onslaught of wraiths, wrights, skeletons and all other manner of undead.

Sinthinia who once again sided with Velzix during this split sends some of her personal assassins after you. More than a few times they nearly ended your existence. With each one you killed you had their corpses kept in a cell. Then when you felt you had enough of them in your possession, you raised them and ordered them to use their skills to kill Sinthinia and Velzix. Velzix proved to evade this fate, but Sinthinia wasn't so lucky and died by the hands of her own assassins.

Still even with these successes, you aren't gaining too much ground. Velzix just replenishes his army with more demons coming from the infernal plane. The only way to stop that from happening is to close the motherfucker, and quite frankly you're about the only one on your side powerful enough to do it. You prepare to make a large scale attack into Velzix's Realm.

After a long hard fight you manage to close the infernal portal, cutting off his troop supply. Of course after having done this, you realize you're already deep in his territory. He's close. Why stop there? He'll just open it again later, and you ARE trying to kill him…

Not stopping, you assault his nearby fortress Fury. With each demon you kill they cut down ten of your undead. They make you pay for every success, to the point that you even have to conserve some of your energy to stop raising the dead to replenish your losses. You've expended enough as it is closing the portal, you'll need all you have to defeat Velzix.

Eventually you reach Velzix's inner chamber. He bellows and makes his usual threats of how he's going to make you pay and such. It's all so boring now. You've heard it all before. You don't bother with your own remarks, because you've also said it all before too.

The pair of you engage in combat, casting every terrible spell imaginable and destroying portions of the fortress in the process. For years the world has suffered under the both of you, and little by little hope died. However, perhaps after this battle hope shall once again live. For the level of evil will definitely be vastly diminished after this day.

You fight with much ferocity, but at last Velzix catches you off guard and lands a crippling blow. He wastes no time in following up and after he's done, you can even feel yourself losing grip on the hellish magics keeping you alive. However, you vow if you're not winning neither is Velzix. You expend your last bit of power and blast Velzix in the face with a combination of negative energy and hellfire. He reels back from you and falls. You then force the tormented soul in your body to exit and enter inside Velzix and command it to wreak havoc on his internal organs out from the inside.

Velzix's howls as his organs explode and his body is ripped apart. It's the last thing you hear as you die a final death with a smile on your face.


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

[User] You ignore them

[Assistant]
No, nope, nope! Not the kind you want to be involved. Ignorance is pure bliss in this situation, you continue to listen to the TV. No matter how much they try to pester you into this Pokemon stuff, you stand...you sit on your chair without giving them even a glance. Perhaps because of your hardcore coolness, they leave you as fast as they arrive. Kids, adorable but so simple sometimes. You have to crack a smile at the sight of them asking another customer.

<DUN DUN DUN!!! Who is ready to become another winner in our contest today?> A gameshow is on and it is blasting your eardrums, killing your rare happy mood instantly. You turn down the volume and lazily get back to the waiting game.

Before long, your lovely meal has arrived. You're starving so even if the quality is shit, the quantity will fix it. You pick up the fork and start with the eggs first.

"Hello sir! Where are you going?"

Hmm, sunny today sure is hot and delicious, not bad for a small size, the hens here are healthy you can tell. And now bacon...with extra steak sauce too?! You grab a slice and shove it in your mouth.

"Do you like this?"

Ehh!!! What is this? Where does this stuff come from?? You swear you can almost taste the bitter ashes in this, did they put them on the stove? Not to mention the sauce is terrible, you find no traces of the sweet and fat juice of the meat. They're pretty soft and easy to swallow though so you can forgive that. After spending time savouring the eggs while cringing at the main meal, you move onto the applepie.

"Uuu...He's so mean!"

...Uggrr! Sugar rush has no brake in this one. Sweet, soft and creamy pie, pretty good! Not the best but certainly not the worst, you can enjoy this one more time if you have to. You leave the cash down onto the table and prepare to walk out. When you are nearing the exit, you see a mountainous man in a black tux turning his back to you. Just as you're about to head for the door...

"Oh, excuse me." The man turns to you and speaks up, looking at you with quite a non-friendly manner. "I'm looking for a boy and a girl going together, they are both in grade schools. Have you seen them?"

[User] You ignore him

[Assistant]
"No, I haven't." You say, fixing the earplugs as if to show him that all you have done is just listening to music. These types are something you do not want to stay with for too long.

"..." A disdainful look towards you, he clearly doesn't take a trentcoat wearing man's words. He and you have unintentionally started a stare battle against each others.

With a tired sigh, you shove him out of the way before he could beat you. "What are you, some kind of their guardian?" You spat without wanting an answer, annoyed by this man's action. Some people these days...If it wasn't for your safety right now, you'd never need to hesitate pointing the gun at this orge.

You step out of the diner with the man's hateful glare following behind.


[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 talk to Pervus

[Assistant]
You figure Pervus the clown is the only possible candidate to help you in this endeavor. He's immoral enough and doesn't have any allegiances. You don't relish the idea of going anywhere near the clown tent though; everyone knows what terrible things they do to trespassers in there. Fortunately you find Pervus harassing one of the acrobats. She looks terrified, by this scary overbearing clown

"Aw come on, I just wanna get to know ya better. You're so pretty and young with a nice tight ass. What I could do with that for about an hour…"

Suddenly Pervus goes to grab at the acrobat, but she leaps out of the way and runs off in fear.

"Fuckin' cock teasin' bitch…(sniff sniff) I know that smell…smells like a dead dog's asshole after I busted a nut in it…Geek…what the hell do you want?"
"Uh hello Pervus…I uh, need your help with something."
"Oh do ya now? What might that be?"
"I need to get rid of Ajax and I need your help to do it."
"Whoa, hold on there first of all what makes you think I'd help you without asking for something in return, and second of all, Ajax isn't exactly easy prey if you know what I mean."
"Well…what would convince you…and NOT THAT!"

Pervus chuckles.

"Feh, maybe some of my boys might like a piece of your filthy ass, but I'm a little more discriminating…actually you got me in a unique mood. I'm willing to help you. Ajax pisses me off every time I go try to get some liquor from Charley. Walkin' around displayin' that perfect physique. He really needs to be taken down a fuckin' peg. In fact he NEEDS to be pegged in the fuckin' ass. Tell ya what, you get Ajax to come over to the clown tent and we'll do the rest. He's had this coming for a long time." Pervus says stroking his crotch.
"You gonna kill him?"
"No, but I suggest you not ask what we ARE going to do to him. Trust me though; you'll never see him again."
"Uh, okay…but how the hell am I supposed to get him to go over to your tent, nobody ever goes over there!"
"Well I suggest you think of something, if you want our help. See you later and hopefully with a certain Strongman in tow."

Facing Ajax one on one is NOT what you had in mind! You're going to have to do it though. You could attempt to make up a story which may or may not work, or you could go with a much dangerous approach and piss him off so he chases you there. The problem with that approach is you're a dead Geek if he catches you.

[User] You convince Ajax with a story

[Assistant]
You don't want to piss Ajax off anymore than what's necessary, so you decide to come up with a story that Charley needs him to go get some money the clowns to because they haven't been paying their latest gambling debts.

You look around for Ajax, but he's nowhere around, typical. The one time you WANT to find him you can't. Eventually you do see him entering Sasha's trailer, you go to knock on the door. He answers it, and already looks pissed.

"You got some fuckin' balls Geek, disturbing me while I'm tryin' to get me some pussy! This better be REALLY important!"
"It is, Charley wants you to go to the clown tent, apparently they gambled on something or other and didn't pay up, so he wants you to go get the money from them."

Ajax, gives you a hard look.

"Why didn't Charley come tell me himself, in fact this is the first I'm hearing about this and I certainly don't understand why he'd send YOU to tell me."
"Well I just happened to be around at his still and he was ranting about some private bet he had with Pervus and well you know Charley…he ended up prodding me with his stick and ordered me to go get you to collect the debt from the clowns."
"I smell bullshit and I don't like bein' fuckin' disturbed from fucking my bitch, let alone by the likes of you! I dunno what your fuckin' angle is Geek, but since you seem to be so interested in the clown tent, let's go asshole!"

Ajax grabs you and raises you above his head with a vice like grip. You attempt to escape, but it's useless. He walks all the way to the clown tent, where inhuman noises are emanating.

"Hey you fuckin' clowns, here's a new fuck toy for ya!" Ajax yells and throws you inside.

Pervus and his crew were working themselves up into a sexual frenzy waiting for Ajax to enter, but instead you got thrown in. They're all a bit disappointed, but they fuck you anyway, no sense in wasting an erection.

You never return from the horrors inflicted on you in the tent that day, and you are forced to serve their twisted pleasures day in day out, never to exit the tent.


[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 wait

[Assistant]
You know who the hell this is, it's the Necromancer Lord. Even if you are fast enough to get a shot at him, you doubt the arrow is going to connect. He's probably got all kinds of magical shields to protect him for whatever it is he's here for. You begin looking for your best route of escape and slowly start backing away.

The Captain on the other hand speaks directly to his son. He doesn't even show any fear. They speak for a moment and things get very tense, you're about ready to run, but things take a sudden turn for the very strange.

The Necromancer Lord has proposed a temporary alliance to assassinate Velzix. The Captain is hesitant about this at first, but an agreement is made on payment and he accepts.

The Captain then informs all of you in more detail of what's going on.

"Alright men, we're gonna go storm the Gates of Hell and close those fuckers for good. My…son there is going to provide magical support. He's also going to be providing a shitload of money for this job. The stipulation is we can't tell ANYBODY about this shit. I'm fucking serious. Word gets out that we were working with the fucking Necromancer Lord, we'll all be hanged, regardless of so called heroic deeds of killing demons. We're all in this together and there ain't no backing out, because this deal is made. And if you think you're gonna step out on me now, that ain't in the plan. I'll just kill you and have my son raise your undead ass to help us anyway!"
"What?! You just decided this for us?" Cal exclaims.
"Yeah? What of it? I've ALWAYS made all the decisions for your dumb ass! It's why YOU'RE still working for me, because it's lucrative! This ain't gonna be any different. Plus we get to take fucking credit for killing a damn demon lord. Think of all the pussy you'll get from that fucking fame eh? Now stop bitching and let's go!"

You can't say you're enthusiastic about this, but it would appear you have little choice in the matter.

As you travel to Velzix's fortress you overhear some of the conversations the Captain is having with his son. A strained relationship to be sure. They make a lot of cutting barbs to each other, each criticizing the other for various things. It's obvious that they can't stand each other, but are a lot more alike than either one wants to admit.

It makes you glad when you encounter the occasional demon skirmish on the way, since it at least it decreases the tension and possibility that the Captain's son is going to finally lose his temper and kill everyone due to his father's words. Eventually you arrive without any more problems. You enter Velzix's fortress through the secret way that was discovered long ago.

"Dumb ass demons, we've been using this entrance for like a year now and they still haven't caught on!" the Captain remarks to his son.

You make good progress in the fortress and then…

"There they are, just like Velzix said they would be!" a demon guard shouts.

"Haven't caught on yet huh?" the Necromancer Lord says, looking at the Captain.
"Quit yer bitchin' and start doin that death magic thing!"

You proceed to do battle with the demon and mortal guards that attempt to stop you. The Necromancer Lord starts to raise the mortal guards after they're killed, but it begins to unnerve you though when the Necromancer Lord starts raising your own fallen dead.

Pretty soon it's just the Necromancer Lord, the Captain, you, Cal and a bunch of corpses fighting off what seems to be an endless supply of Hell's own. You begin to wonder if Velzix already got that portal working.

As you get closer to Velzix's inner sanctum even the undead troops are being decimated at an alarming rate. You've been wounded several times and extremely tired. You don't want to think about any of this, even in the heat of battle you start to take your mind elsewhere with a tune inside your head.

"Fuck man! We're gonna die here!" Cal screams as he attempts to fight a horned demon which has obviously got the advantage over him. You feel a demon blade in your back causing you to fall to the floor. At this point nothing but music fills your mind; bloodshed and battle surround your prone body.

"Fuckers are without end! Come on! Raise these fuckers and let's go!" you hear the Captain yell followed by "Hah, no lying down on the job anymore Cal!"

You're not quite dead yet though, and the Necromancer Lord and his dad aren't waiting around so they continue on quickly leaving you behind.

As your life force ebbs and more demon guards run past your body, you don't know if what you did was worth it or even the right thing. All you know is you did what you could and hope your actions may have made some sort of difference and increased the chances of your family's future well being.

You then smile. You'll see them again someday.

"Yeah…I believe that…" you allow yourself to think as you die.

Big Red was wrong about your fate. There was no Hell, just peace.


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

[User] You stay vigilant

[Assistant]
This still feels off to you, no your company isn't going to scatter themselves looking for odd colored rocks, the dark elves first found this place they can do the leg work. Edolith of course is annoyed that you aren't going to help and for a moment she almost says if you're not going to participate in the search then they aren't either. However it's quite clear her desire to put more of her kin to the sword is a lot stronger than defying you, she throws up her hands, mumbles something about you being scared monkeys and orders all of her men to start searching the area. You tell your own men to set themselves up in a defensive perimeter, so just in case this is still an ambush, you're at least no going to get caught off guard and have a weak point open. About an hour passes and one of the dark elves finds the rock with a hidden door in the ground nearby.

"Well we found it, some of my more enthusiastic men have taken it upon themselves to head down there already. Just as well considering you monkeys can't see in the dark." Edolith says to you.

You have your own men light up torches and follow the dark elves down the ladder and into the darkness. As it turns out there wasn't anything to worry about. There was no trap waiting to pick anyone off the ladder, just like there wasn't any ambush.

When you finally get down into the elven hideout, many of the dark elves and some of your own men have already gone on ahead. Edolith has opted to stay near the back, closer to where you are. A few moment after traveling down the dark dirt corridor, you hear a bunch of yelling up front, followed by high pitched squeals further up ahead and then something spoke in the elven that sounds like a command. Then a bright light appears far in front of you.

"SHIELDS AND DUCK DOWN!" you yell, realizing this is a fireball. There's no place to run because you're stuck in the corridor, you duck down behind the large shields that the men in front have and hope for the best. You feel the heat of the flame that incinerates the unfortunate souls caught in front, and you're even burned a little, but you were lucky that the blast didn't extend too far back.

Having survived the blast, you and the survivors run over the burned bodies and out of the corridor into the large open dimly lit area beyond as soon as you can before another fireball comes at you. It is then you see an older elf mumbling something in his language. Obviously a wizard of some sort. The dark elves that survived are attempting to shoot bolts at him, but he has a magic shield up. He strikes a couple of them down with well placed lightning bolts.

"Don't just stand out in the open catching lightning bolts! Take cover and keep firing!" you hear Edolith shout.

You tell your own men to take cover as well. With all their metal armor they'd end up being mass fried by the lightning. As for you, you find cover behind a house structure where you hear whimpering inside.

You peer out from behind your cover and see your men pinned down behind cover, but safe. The dark elves can't break through his barrier, the only option will be to get in close enough to chop his head off or get him to drop his shield, but how to do that without getting fried is another matter.

Still hearing the whimpering from inside the house structure, you quickly run inside to investigate. Inside you see a female elf with a younger one cowering in the corner of their home. They say something in their language, which you can only guess is pleas for you not to kill them. You also see a crib with a baby in it and you quickly get a plan.

You grab the baby and push aside the mother's feeble attempts to stop you. Carrying the crying baby under your arm you run out of the house. You see the wizard still blasting bolts at the dark elves and you make a beeline towards him. He notices you and as he begins to cast his spell you throw the baby at him as hard as you can. The shock of having a baby thrown at him catches him severely off guard and he stops casting. He also drops his shield to catch the baby.

"FIRE!" you hear Eldolith shout and the dark elves comply.

Bolts sinks into the wizard's head dropping him.
Another bolt ceases the baby's cries.

"WATCH OUT CAPTAIN!" you hear one of your men shout and you instinctively attempt to get back into cover. Several bolts just miss you, but your still catch one to the leg before scrambling behind another rock.

The sounds of battle between your men and the dark elves fills your ears as you try to pull the bolt out. You just get the bolt out of your leg, when Edolith attempts to cleave your head in. You roll out of the way and pick up your sword, though you're having a little trouble standing.

"I have to admit, baby throwing was a tactic worthy of a svelk. Too bad I have to kill you, you were okay for a monkey. But I got a reputation to maintain among my men."
"So do I." you answer and clash weapons with Edolith.

She's quicker and lands a few good hits, but her mistake is getting in close enough for you to grab her long flowing hair. She attempts to pull free, but you yank hard and grab her wrist. You then break it causing her to drop her weapon. She holds back yelling out in pain and knees you as hard as she can in the groin and jamming her sharp fingernails straight into your eye.

This doesn't cause you to release your grip. With the pain slowly creeping up from your nuts and into your stomach and bloody ocular jelly leaking out your socket you take both of your arms and wrap them around Edolith's waist and squeeze tightly in an attempt to break her back. You then smash her in the face several times with your head, breaking her nose completely and even knocking out a few teeth. The pair of you crash to the ground and you finish her off by viciously biting out her throat. The copper taste of her blood fills the taste buds of your tongue and you spit a thick glob of it on her face as she gurgles and dies.

After it's all said and done, you stagger to your feet victorious over your opponent. One of your men comes up to you.

"Sir! Are you alright?"
"No. But I'll heal."
"Okay…well all the treacherous dark elves are dead and it looks like all the regular elves are too. There are only women and children left hiding in their homes and none of them are fighters."
"Are they still elves?" you ask.
"Well yes."
"Then kill 'em all. I'm sick of the whole fucking race at this point." You say and stagger off.

After the grim business of extermination the elves, you and the remainder of your company set off back to Fort Destiny. A day later when you finally arrive at the fort you notice it's a lot more empty from when you left it. In fact Captain Krozer isn't even here. Lieutenant Verant seems to be in charge though he's almost subservient when you address him.

"By the Emperor! Lieutenant I think you need to see a medic, you've got a limp, your skin is burned and cut up and your eye is missing!" he says when seeing your wounds.
"Where's Captain Krozer? I wish to report our total victory on the elves as well as the treachery of the dark ones that we'll no longer have to pay."
"Captain Krozer? She went with most of the men to do battle with the wendigo tribe. Their territory is quite a ways, but I imagine she'll be back soon. Congratulations on your victory, but go see the medic right away!"

You nod and allow yourself to finally relax at the medic's office. You've been running on adrenaline for quite some time and now that your safe, you at last feel like you can rest a little. Most of your wounds aren't particularly bad, except for the eye, which can't be repaired. The medic just does his best to remove the permanently damaged orb, clean the socket and give you a patch.

"You'll be able to fight good enough with one eye. You just have to move your head a lot more." He says.

You rest for a couple days, which are still pretty quiet around the fort. You and everyone else are expecting Captain Krozer to show up, but the worst is starting to creep into everyone's mind.

"We need to send a search team." You say.
"We can't afford to! Between the men you lost fighting the elves, and the entire missing company that Krozer lead, we need all of them here in the area!" Verant says.
"Oh come on Verant! We can't spare at least ten? I'll lead the search!"
"(Sigh) Look I didn't really want this responsibility. I figured she'd come back and I could go back to filing out reports!"
"Well if we don't find her or if she's dead, then you're going to be in this job a lot longer than you thought."
"I know…I know…hey why don't you take over?"
"What?"
"Sure! You're a leader of men and a big tough Eternal! You'd do a better job than me."
"Well of course I would, but doesn't this have to be official, like assigned from a higher commanding officer?"
"You said it yourself, Krozer may already be dead, if that's the case then who's really going to know? Besides I'm in charge I can hand over the reigns of power if I feel I am no longer fit to command."
"Okay, but what if she's not dead? When she comes walking in, she's going to wonder what the hell's going on, and both of us are going to get in trouble and I am not getting in trouble over nonsense."
"I shouldn't think we'd get in that much trouble. I mean you know Captain Krozer, she's fairly easy going as far as commanding officers go. She's probably yell at me more than anything, but not likely to put us on report or anything serious."

[User] You take command

[Assistant]
Verant is right about one thing, you'll probably get more accomplish if you're in charge. You agree and take command, of course your first order of business is to have Verant catch you up on what exactly has been going. He explains that in addition to Captain Krozer's disappearance, there have been a few patrols not reporting in either, when you ask what has he done about this, he says nothing, in fact that's why he didn't want to send you out for fear of losing you too.

"So your approach to everything has been to just adopt a siege mentality and not let any of the soldiers out while someone is obviously picking us off? By the Emperor I should have you killed right now for extreme incompetence, but quite frankly I'm going to need you for all the bureaucratic stuff that I'm not exactly familiar with."

You breathe deeply to contain some of the anger you're feeling with Verant's cowardice before continuing.

"Okay I want double men on all the patrols, I want them to question every townsperson within the area about what they might know. I also want you to send word to the generals back home about the situation, maybe we can get some reinforcements up here. In fact send a well armed group up to Fort Defiance too, maybe they can spare some help too."
"Very well sir, and Captain Krozer?" Verant asks.
"Well with this new information that you gave me with missing patrols, we probably should hold off on the search. If anything she's probably dead and the wendigos are most likely behind the missing patrols too. This seems a little sneaky for them though, who knows maybe we've got another threat that we don't know about."

Your first orders as head of Fort Destiny are carried out. It takes days of waiting, but eventually you get some results, though not all good.

Your patrols aren't attacked, but the townsfolk are very upset with how things have been going for them. They've been victims of kidnappings as well as the occasional outright murder. The main problem is nobody has been caught doing any of it. People are either just turning up missing, or pieces of their bodies are being found have eaten and mauled. Again, this part points to the wendigos, but this is still very odd behavior for them if it is them. They have never been known for their stealth tactics, and have always been the most outright brutal of all the barbarian tribes. You can only wonder if its due to them being the "last" major ones in the area that they've changed.

Regardless, you don't really have enough troops to go marching into wendigo territory now. Which bring you to your second problem.

Word from headquarter approves of you taking command and even officially promotes you to captain. Another letter from Mr. Mol even states that he's impressed with your progress and says you no longer need any sort of supervision. Unfortunately that's all the help you get. The top brass claims that they can't afford to send you anyone as most are needed on the Felkan border. As for the team you sent to Fort Defiance, it disappeared. You can only assume they were killed, this also makes you wonder if Fort Defiance is alright. You can't think of a time any communication has really gone on between the two forts since you've been here. In any event you've got your own concerns for now and you're going to have to figure out what to do with your limited resources…

Year 23

"Get the bastards on the north side! They're climbing up the fucking walls!" you shout.

Boiling oil is thrown over the side of the wall, scalding the wendigos as they fall to the ground several feet below. You look around and see a nearby soldier laughing uncontrollably.

"Its heh heh heh heh heh all so clear! We should stop fighting. We need to EMBRACE THE BEAST!" he snarls and runs at you. You decapitate him and throw his body over the battlements below.

"Why do you resist us Eternal? Your skills would be most welcome to our…"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" you shout at the disembodied voice.

The years of battling the wendigos has all lead up to this. Surrounded by an army of them. You did your best to try to curb their growth, but ultimately they replenished their numbers with greater ease than you did. Even when you did manage to get reinforcements it still was never enough. The wendigos as you would come to learn aren't truly flesh and blood creatures. They are spirits that possess the minds of others. You demanded battle wizards, but none were sent. You demanded golems, but none were sent. You did get a company of orcs, but this was more of a detriment as their minds were even more susceptible to wendigo influence.

You chop off the hand of another wendigo that attempts to make it over the wall. You look around and see that they've already broken through the front door.

How the wendigos suddenly became so sneaky is still somewhat of a mystery and it hardly matters at this point, but if you had to guess; When captain Krozer attacked them all those years ago, they must've possessed her, learned from her and adapted her tactics. They realized that if they did not they would've been destroyed without any more hosts. So they watched, they waited; they picked off victims and possessed converts one by one. And even with you opposing them at every turn town after town fell. Those peasants that weren't killed or turned, fled to the southern parts of the Empire. Even some of your soldiers deserted.

The wendigos deprived themselves of food for far too long though and over the past few months it has finally unleashed itself into this orgy of violence. An all out attack on the fort, which really is the only bastion of civilization left in the Rask frontier.

You see what few men you have left get slaughtered below before struggling against two more wendigos of your own. You shove your sword through a wendigo's heart while trying to ignore the pain of it sinking its teeth into your flesh. Despite swiveling your head around as much as you can to see all your opponents, you feel a heavy blow to your back and claws ripping through your armor. You're then thrown from the walkway and to the ground.

You try to get back up as quick as you can and then foot to the face prevents you from doing so. Your weapon is ripped from your hand and another foot comes down on top of your head cracking your skull. The internal bleeding in your brain causes a delirious effect for one moment and then you pass out forever before the wendigos feat upon your body.


[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 warrick (AWOL)

[Assistant]
"So when did you decide to leave the Empire?" you ask.
"Oh that was a slow drawn out process actually. After all the shit I saw, I began to feel a severe amount of disillusionment for the Empire. Even on the front lines and being involved in a lot of fighting, I saw all the corruption going on, the incompetence of lazy commanders…it was like Captain Pollo multiplied by ten. I mean here we are trying to conquer an enemy that was somewhat equal to us as far as military and in some cases superior and we're just throwing soldiers into the field, without any regard for tactics or strategy!"
"Sounds pretty bad, last time I spoke to Gerald, he never mentioned all the problems."
"Heh, well I think Gerald didn't like to focus on the negative, but trust me when I tell you it was a complete fuck up from beginning to end. The only competent officer I remember was a Major Krozer…"
"Wait, did you say Krozer? As in Alison Krozer?" you interrupt.
"Yeah I guess. Never knew her first name, never really met her either, but she was sending out orders that were making a whole hell of a lot more sense for a while. A shame she got assassinated by a fucking bomb only a few months after her arrival."

You don't say anything to this news. You sort of figured that maybe she had gotten killed, but a part of you sort of hoped that maybe she found a way out of the Empire as well. Seems silly to have a strong feeling about her given you hadn't seen her in so long and your one night tryst, but even not counting that, she was still a good officer that always played straight with you. The fact she got killed in a similar manner than Roldan did, certainly makes you feel that she deserved better.

Warrick begins to notice your silence, and then you quickly pick the conversation up again.

"So…how did you lose your eye?"
"To be quite honest I don't even remember, though that's probably due to me losing the damn eye in the first place. I remember reaching my limit with the Empire towards the last days of the war. I mean we were supposed to be making peace with the Felkans, because we couldn't get our own shit together and we still had commanders throwing soldiers at the Felkan borders! What kind of logic is that? Anyway, at that point I just said fuck it and decided to leave. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going to go, and I don't remember exactly what happened soon after, but I'm guessing I must've crossed into Felkan territory or something, because the last thing I remember was a flash and everything went black. Guess I was so pre-occupied, I forgot to stay alert for traps. Next thing I knew, I woke up on a Felkan medic table. They said they found me and kept me alive, but couldn't save my eye. I still have memory problems about other parts of the past too, but nothing serious."
"Surprised they didn't kill you, or leave you to die instead."
"Eh, the Felkans have always been a little odd that way. Their medics have some sort of code or something, but still here was a hated enemy and they were treating me a hell of a lot better than the Empire ever did. That's pretty much when I offered my services to them. Took a while for them to trust me, but eventually they did. Of course it helped later on I saved the lives of some royals, but that's a tale for another time. I think we need to get you started on your own new life here."
"Yeah, I still feel a little odd about all this." You say.
"You'll get used to it, and in time you'll see that your efforts will be better appreciated here than they ever were in the Empire. Trust me, you're on the winning team now."

You just smile and nod at Warrick's statement. While you don't doubt that you're on "the winning team" only time will tell if you will be truly appreciated.


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

[User] You leave Tom

[Assistant]
Even if he is a childhood friend of your father, you just don't trust Tom enough to set him free.

"Look, I got my own problems right now and I can't be taking on someone else's, so I'm saying goodbye to you."
"Wait! Okay, I get it, I get it. You don't trust me, but can't you at least give me that water?" Tom asks.
"And I told you I don't have it to spare! Look, I'm going, maybe the next person will be more generous." You say.
"Fine. I can see you're nothing like your dad. He would have at least given me the water." Tom mutters and then mumbles some swears as you leave.

You continue along the road and fortunately you don't have any more late night encounters.

Eventually Klyton is in sight and you quicken your pace, anxious to get to your destination.

When you get to the city gates, you find them to be heavily guarded and you're stopped.

"Halt, you don't look like a merchant or anyone else that has a real job. In fact you look a bit suspicious sneaking about the city at this time of night." One of the guards says.
"Sneaking around? But I'm going through the main gate!" you say.
"You giving me lip boy? I'm asking the questions here! We don't need anymore scum like you in this city!" the guard says and pushes you.

You're smart enough not to start a fight with an armored guard, but you're starting to wonder if you're going to even get in the city.

Fortunately, not all the guards are power drunk assholes and one steps forward to pull the asshole one back a bit.

"Oh for fuck's sake Clyde, calm down and leave the boy alone. Judging by the look of him he's just a snot nosed kid. Probably ran away from home or something. Hey, kid you got any money on you?"

While you normally wouldn't announce such things, you figure they want a bribe to leave you alone.

"Um, yeah…look I don't have much, but you can have what I…" you start to say.
"What? No, we're not trying to shake you down. This isn't Holgard son. I just wanted to know so I can tell you which inn you should probably check in at. Seeing as you said you don't have much, I'd recommend the Welcome Mat, which isn't that far from the main gate, you really can't miss it.. The place is cheap and pretty safe. If you still can't afford their low prices, they'll probably have some tasks you can do to earn a place on their flop room floor at least."
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
"No problem, but I'm going to warn you once now. I certainly HOPE if you're sticking around the city, that you have every intention of being a productive citizens. Because if you don't, well…let's just say we don't take kindly to crime around here. I trust you saw all those cages down the road."
"Yes, sir."
"Hm, well that'll be where you're heading if you have ill intent in this city. And that's if you're lucky."
"Yes, I certainly understand sir." You say.
"Very well, off you go son."

You start to walk towards the city entrance, when Clyde can't resist talking more shit at you.

"Remember what we said! You fuck up and I'm gonna fuck YOU up! You hear me you little shit? I'll be on your ass! I'll be on you ALL fucking night and day!"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." You say.

While some of the other guards are chuckling and Clyde's buddy is telling him to cease his almost rape like threats, Clyde isn't even paying attention anymore, he HATES your dismissive tone and all he's feeling is disrespect to his authority.

"You fucking little scumbag bitch! Fucking dismiss me will you?" Clyde mutters and before you know it he's punched you hard with his gauntlet-encased fist. You drop like a sack of potatoes.

"NO Clyde! STOP! Shit! Get Clyde off of him!" Clyde's buddy shouts to everyone, as Clyde is kicking your head in.

Eventually they get Clyde off of you, but it's too late. He's stomped your head into mush. You can't even see anymore and you're already losing your hearing.

You think you hear someone shout for a medic, but by then everything goes black.


[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 get back to the ship

[Assistant]
It's just too much to sacrifice. Maybe you'll settle down one day, maybe even after you get back to Hessla, but you can't see yourself doing it here stuck in some island at the ass end of the world to a girl you hardly know.

"I'm sorry Ola, but I just can't do it. You're a nice girl, but this is too sudden and we don't know each other well enough." You say.
"I understand. I was not hopeful of my odds anyway."
"We could still, you know…do the other thing if you want."

Ola shakes her head.

"I'm sorry but I just wasn't raised that way. Things might be much easier if I hadn't. (Sigh) I will remain pure for my husband to be. My cousin deserves that much." Ola says and gets up to leave.

Seeing as things are a bit awkward here now, you decide to leave altogether. You figure you'll just spend the remainder of your time on board the ship in the bunks. It'll be time to leave soon anyway.

Sure enough in a few days you're on your way.

Year 29

Half of the year has already passed, but it can't end soon enough. You're barely getting along with most of the crew at this point and all this violence you've been participating in has made you less tolerant in general.

You've already had a couple of fistfights with a few. While this hasn't done much to improve your popularity nobody is ever accusing you of being a pussy who doesn't pull his weight. Figures you'd start fitting in towards the end.

Of course you have no intention of continuing being a pirate and are still fully dedicated to leaving this shitty experience behind. You still have no idea what you're going to do when you get back. Your experience with Ola months ago has made you rethink your ideas of possibly "settling down." You're starting to think maybe you might try your hand at being a mercenary or something similar. You have gotten very good at killing and it doesn't even bother you anymore after all. (It's just being around all these assholes on this cramped ship that bothers you)

As you're looking off into the ocean pondering your potential new career when you get back, you start to hear something.

Yes…kill.

You look around and immediately shout at one of your nearest shipmates.

"What did you say?" you demand.
"Huh? I didn't say nuthin." He says and backs away a bit.

You return to your thoughts and then hear something else.

Kill them all…

The voice is very close, like it's almost coming inside your head. You rub your eyes and then you notice a medium splash in the waters. When you look harder you see a head briefly pop up. Looks female.

You need to kill them all and return them to the sea…to be with us…forever

Now your mind feels like a thousand needles are being shoved in it as these voices assault it. You crumple to the deck and you're so busy clutching your head in pain and trying to fight whatever is attacking you, that you don't even notice that other crew members are starting to suffer similar affects.

Some of the crew immediately jump overboard, others are wailing in pain and barely moving. Captain Rifiv at this point has come out of his cabin and begun yelling at everyone to shove wax in their ears.

It's a little too late for you however. The mermaids already have taken advantage of your less than stable mood and are now directing you to do something you've thought about doing many times anyway. Namely killing the assholes you're sailing with.

You waste no time in obeying the siren's call of murdering your shipmates, most of which don't put up too much of a fight due to their own mind assaults.

You do fairly well cutting down most of the crew, but even with mermaid help, you still are only one man and eventually Captain Rifiv puts you down with shot to your back which is then followed up by several cutlass chops to the neck and head by some of the less helpless crew.


[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 refuse to eat the human flesh

[Assistant] Refusing to eat any human flesh you return to your tent by yourself and lie under a blanket. That night as the snow piles up outside you succumb to your hunger and die.


[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 embrace the beast within

[Assistant]
You dig your nails into your skin, roaring as you burst forward. The soldier swings his gun around, dropping to his need with incredible speed and pulling the trigger, a blast of silver bullets spraying out and hitting you square in the chest. You collapse to the ground mid transformation, the silver in your chest stopping your heart and transformation instantly. You hit the ground with a thud, gasping for bloody breath, before going still.

"Enemy combatant down, move in!" he says in a deep voice, motioning to the rest of his squad.

You watch as a squad of the soldiers enter the room, clad in black and wielding the same guns. Feeling the silver bullets burn in your chest as he fades black, you feel a glimmer of hope. You're dying tonight, but so are the werewolves. Tonignt, Fenrir's put down.

Minutes later, when Mr Gaange's men move your body from the mineshaft, they wonder why you're smiling.


[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 go sit with Moreau

[Assistant]
You and Moreau have never had any dealings with each other before, so you're kind of curious to as why he wanted to see you. You approach Moreau and he's tripping over himself to thank you for seeing him. You're a little suspicious of this treatment, especially since you've never been welcomed by anyone before.

"Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?"
"Wolf is fine…will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We've never had anything to do with each other before."
"Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn't lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn't have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should've been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now."
"Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what's going on?"
"As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another."
"Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature."
"And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would've dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts."
"You say it as if it's a bad thing." You utter.
"I once thought so…but now I'm starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn't followed by the world…it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I've done and want to destroy it."
"Duh, that's humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?"
"My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they've done instead? They're letting Martians do it for them!"
"What? Martians aren't even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they've attempted on it." You exclaim.
"See that's just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they're letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don't kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they'll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me."
"Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?"
"WHAT!? That's our home! Would YOU move from your own home?"
"Eh…I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?"

Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.

"I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you're more than just a werewolf. You're the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can't do it. I'm not qualified, and I'd only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred…we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything…just please help us."

This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There's no way he's lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don't really pay attention to the news a lot. You can't say Moreau's offer isn't appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you're not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.

[User] You take the job; you always wondered what Martian meat tasted like

[Assistant]
"Aw hell, if the past is any indication Martians ain't shit. I don't have anything better to do. Let's get going." You remark.

You and Moreau leave the next day to his island by private plane. When you arrive you can see why the place is considered a paradise, its basically untamed wilderness with some agricultural improvements and basic structures to house the citizens.

Speaking of citizens, you see them in person. They're a motley looking bunch. You see boar boys, goat girls, manatee men, and wombat women and those are some of the regular ones. Some look like they've been mixed with several species of animals, so you can't even be sure what the hell they are.

Moreau's citizens are equally interested in you.

"Are you another citizen?" one of them asks as they all attempt to crowd you.
"What? Hell no! I'm a fucking werewolf! Not a freak of nature!" you snarl, not wanting them to touch you. Moreau take the opportunity to make sure you don't kill anyone.
"This is Wolf. He's different than you…in several ways. But he's here to help us with our current problem, just like our aquatic friend who volunteered to help a few days ago."

You stop Moreau.

"Aquatic friend? You got someone else to help you?" you ask.
"Well yes, I wasn't sure if you'd help, so I tried to get others as well. You and he were the only takers it seems though. I'm pretty sure you and he are familiar with each other. I can't pronounce his real name, but he goes by Gil."

"Gil?! You got GIL?! He was almost as reclusive as you! How'd you get him to help?"
"I don't know. It was really just a gamble. I made the same deal, but I had little hope of him accepting it since he's not exactly fond of land dwellers. He accepted though since he's tired of having humans intrude on his home every five minute. He already has a place set aside for himself on the island. I just hope the island is still ours after all this."
"Where is he?"
"He keeps to himself in a nearby swamp. He likes his privacy and I respect it. You and he can talk later. I'd like you to get to the training. The Martians will be coming soon, I'm predicting in a matter of days."
"DAYS!? You didn't say that before! How am I supposed to train these freaks in days?"
"Please Wolf you must try! Gil tried and didn't get very far; he may have even given up. I was hoping you might have more luck since you're a bit closer to my citizens."
"I'm nothing like your citizens…but I'll see what I can do."

[User] You start training the citizens

[Assistant]
If Gil's already given up, you see little point in involving him. He's never liked land dwellers anyway. You call everyone to the center of the town.

"Alright I got a lot to teach you and there isn't much time. As you all know the Martians are coming here and they won't be interested in peace and love. They'll be taking bets on who can blast more freaks." You say frankly.
"That's pretty judgmental of you. How do you know that they won't accept us and live in peace with us?" one of the freaks asks.
"Because that's not the Martian way! In fact it's not ANYONE'S way! Not anyone sane anyway! The only reason why you freaks are all love and peace and shit, is because Moreau played God with your genetics and socially engineered you all to be pussies. It's not right! But despite my disgust for your way of life, I'm here to get you back in touch with your animalistic sides. Now it's my idea that you could evacuate the town and your other small settlements, take to the jungles, and wage a guerilla war on the Martians. A lot of you are designed for it already. The Martians are poor tacticians and weak immune systems, so the jungle diseases could have…"

And you realize you're not convincing them.

[User] You keep trying

[Assistant]
"Look I understand some of you freaks never had that predator instinct, but just because you've got herbivore blood doesn't mean you can't fight. Those antlers and horns are just for show, they're for defense! And even if you're a total sissy, you could at least act as scouts and shit. When the Martians approach you can neigh, whinny, baa, or uh…quack your heads off to warn the rest of us that will fight!"

They still don't look convinced, now they're starting to just leave. You begin to get angry.

"Damn it, don't you freaks want to live? They're going to kill all of you stupid bastards when they get here! Grow a fuckin' pair and stand up for your freak existence!

"Stop calling us freaks, we are not animals!" one shouts.
"Oh ho! Struck a nerve did I? Look at you fuckin' freaks! You're a goddamn embarrassment to mother nature! You know what I'll be glad when the Martians waste your sorry asses. You don't deserve to live."
"Fuck you! You're no different than us you fucking hypocrite!"
"The hell I ain't! I am a creature of nature! My mother was a werewolf and my father was a werewolf, and guess what? THEIR parents were werewolves! You know who your parents were? The DNA of some dead animals and some stupid humans that Moreau captured! Then you disgustingly mate with each other and create more freaks. Bunch of fucking mongrels!"

The crowd is beginning to get angry with you now. Good. Your plan is working.

"I can see that you're all pissed off. You probably want to kick my ass; well that's a bad idea, because I'm the only one who can properly train you in the short period of time, now save that anger for the Martians…"

Suddenly someone throws a rock at your head, causing you to fall. Before you can get up, you feel a strong kick to the face (Literally a mule kick) this is then followed up by the entire town attacking you. You kill quite a few, but they're very intent on killing you, and eventually they rip you apart and even devour parts of you to make sure you won't be regenerating back from the dead. Some of the older freaks kill Dr. Moreau as they remember the cruelty he inflicted in the past.

Their new found animal side is short lived since when the Martians arrive, they bombard the island with death beams killing most of the inhabitants before invading. The Martians then easily mop up the few survivors.


[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 make for the horse

[Assistant] You keep running down the street but the shotgun explodes into life behind you. Dozens of tiny razor-sharp pellets tear through your back and emerge out your chest, shredding your heart and other organs. The blast throws you down onto the street and kills you in an instant of oblivion, conclusively ending your attempt to escape justice.


[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 wait for nightfall then sneak them in slowly. Attack once you have a good force inside

[Assistant]
Your stalker is gone, headache is gone and you can now control a horde easily. What more could you want from life? To wipe out this little holdout of normals of course!

You don't want to rush things too much though; no sense attacking in the day when they defenders can all easily see and shoot your horde from far away, nighttime is the best option. You spend the rest of the day acting nice and chatting with people; you get several comments about how much better you are looking and always thank the person a lot and say how you think you'll be back out there in no time. All the while you move your horde slowly closer to the stadium, until finally just before sunset they are hidden a single street away from the start of the barricades.

You pretend to head to sleep for the night and wait for several hours. About 2am most people get sleepy whether or not they slept during the day so you wait until then and finally sneak out of your tent, heading towards the right-hand balcony Grabbing a combat knife along the way. Some fallen rubble means that your horde should easily be able to climb in there and there aren't usually too many guards.

You get close and almost get onto the balcony itself before you are challenged by the guards there. "Who's that moving back there?" they call back to you in a not entirely unfriendly voice, your Inside the stadium after all.

"Hey man, it's just me." You say stepping out into the moonlight. "Couldn't sleep you know, remembering the other day." The guard nods, probably thinking of his own nightmares fueled by watching people he knew killed. "Well you're welcome to join us out here, it's just me and Daed here tonight and I've heard his stories far too many times. Daed gives you a wave then does back to staring out into the darkness.

You smile and lean back against the door frame, behind the two of them. "Thanks man, but I'm not sure I've heard all his stories yet." You hear a groan from the first guard as Daed immediately starts into a story about when he was riding his motorcycle.

You let him talk away as the other man shakes his head and looks out into the darkness, leaving both of their backs to you. It's almost too east from there. You move quietly and stab the first guard in the neck, jumping over to Daed and putting your hand over his mouth before he has time to shout. A quick stab and he dies too leaving you alone on the moonlit balcony. You quickly start calling your horde in small groups to ensure they make as little noise as possible and after a few minutes the first group is climbing up with you.

[User] You have a handful of fast ones and a handful of shamblers, strike now as the others make their way up. You can take out most of the other guards as the rest of your horde gets inside.

[Assistant]
You gather your ready infected and head right back down the stairs from the balcony; from here you can send the fast ones to one front side balcony while you attack another then re-group to attack the rest, by that time a large number of infected should be ready to sweep down over the living areas.

You make it half way down the stairs at the front of your group before realizing that something is wrong, there are far too many hazy areas moving around in the center of the stadium and ahead of you. You try and concentrate but can't make out more details of what is going on in the near complete darkness of the interior.  You wait a few moments for your eyes to adjust so you can see what's happening when you realize your mistake.

You hear a barely audible whirring noise as your eyes adjust enough to realize that there is a huge armored jeep parked right in the middle of the stadium's open area and its gun is both spinning, and pointed your way.

They had taken the obvious follower off you but they must have still been keeping an eye on you, you think as the Jeeps gun opens fire. You dive to the side into a row of seats as you feel your small group of infected getting torn apart by the high caliber bullets. You try and think of where to run when you hear the separate boom at the same time as a hole appears in a seat in front of you and you feel a huge impact in your side. The dam 50cal. Sniper just shot you right through your cover.

You try and run back to the balcony but you are already wounded and barely make it two feet before the second boom rings out and a hole appears in your chest.


[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 get up yourself

[Assistant]
You try to stand up, but Castus kicks you in the stomach again. You groan and collapse onto the floor, before Castus puts his foot on your head.

"Second rule: the first rule is bullshit. You know who doesn't trust anyone? Bastards like Kyros who ends up with no loyal friends, no allies, nothing, and then end up alone, with no one. If you want to survive in this world, you need allies."

Castus offers his hand to you, which you accept. He pulls you up, before kneeing you in the stomach and tossing you to the ground.

"Come on, you're not learning. First rule: trust no one. Don't you listen?"

"I was going my the second rule," you say, groaning.

"Sometimes, the first rule is more important than the second rule," Castus shrugs.

"How the fuck am I supposed to tell the difference between which rule to us?" you ask, annoyed.

"Beats me. When you find out, you'll be the most powerful warlord in history. Until  then, you just go off gut feeling and intellect."

"Seems like a shitty system," you say, as Castus finally lets you stand up.

"Seems like a shitty world you're in. That system is the best I have to offer. Now, rule three: in hand to hand combat, go for the weak spots. The throat, eyes and balls are always good, but when it comes to half these fucks, I'd stick to the eyes, because past that, I don't know what you have left. Observe."

Castus flips his sword so he holds the blade, wrapping his sleeve around the blade so it doesn't bite into his fingers as much. He steps forward, swinging his sword with insane speed. The pommel slams into your throat before jabbing you in the eyes, leaving you to stumble backwards. You quickly close your legs together before Castus jabs the pommel into your groin, and you collapse backwards with a pained yelp.

"See? Effective," Castus smiles. "Rule four: you can win through many ways. Pain submission, incapacitating them, or simply taking their lives. Judge which can be used to take down your enemies. For instance, in your case, pain is the way forward."

You're growing tired of being hit in the face. As Castus steps forward with his sword raised, you decide you're going to do something to dissuade him from continuing to hit you.


[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 add your powers to submerge the ship in the Warp

[Assistant]
Kyros begins to glow, before it begins to be absolved by the purple glow emanating from him, turning into light. A portal begins to form, absorbing Kyros. Seconds later, you see a clawed red hand emerge from the portal, holding a sword of red hot burning steel. You watch as holes begin to be torn in the fabric of reality, as more Warp portals begin to open, powered by the last sacrificial pulse of Kyros' energy and further powered with your own.

"You fool! Daemons are pouring through to this realm, and I'm not leading them because my energy was focused on... Fuck!" Meliodas cries.

A horned cyclops with a rust and bile-encrusted blade steps through, letting out a wet growl. A strange, horse-like creature with a long tongue eagerly jumps through another portal. You watch as an endless horde of daemons begin to appear, coming through the portals, straight into your reality.

They overwhelm you in less than a minute, claws and swords cutting you apart. The rest of the ship lasts longer, taking three hours before the horrible daemons have wiped out the fortunate, and captured the less fortunate to give them... a much less enjoyable fate. Soon, the Gloriana-class Roar of the Vortex is little more than a daemon-filled hellhole. Your last gift to the world is a horrible, daemon-filled vessel drifting through existence. So ends the legacy of Karth.


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

[User] You continue your attack

[Assistant]
She's doing a lot of bluster, but your Shelter has detected just how bad of shape she's really in, if you continue your attack she can't do anything about it. You send your attack and finally give her a last reply.

OmegaMan23: Sorry Miranda, but as much as you'd like to be one, only I can be the Omega Man in this little war.

You completely destroy what's left of Miranda's systems and you see her name disappear from the screen.

That's it. You've won, but there was a high price. Your Shelter's AI has been severely damaged…

"I fffffear that I ccccannnnnnot corrrrrrect…it wwwwas a pleasure serrrrving you ssssssir…."
"Thank you Shelter." You say before it dies completely.

You manually do an in-depth scan, and its definite, Miranda's shelter is powerless. Xavier's as well. You then proceed to start fixing some of the stuff that got damaged in the fight, and you're not sure you can. While you're doing this, someone appears online, you almost go into battle mode again, but then you see its just Becky.

RockerChick20: Hello? Is there anyone there?
OmegaMan23: Yeah, I'm still here, the others aren't though.
RockerChick20: Are they dead?
OmegaMan23: No, but without power they soon will be. Is your shelter working alright?
RockerChick20: Oh yeah, it's working fine. What about yours?
OmegaMan23: I dunno, it's not in the best condition…I might be able to fix it, but…well I can figure something out.
RockerChick20: So…I guess you were right about the hacker…I should've listened to you. I was even starting to fall for Xavier's charms. I feel really stupid about all of this.
OmegaMan23: Forget about it, it's all over now anyway.
RockerChick20: I can't believe you were still willing to fight for me even after I broke up with you…why?
OmegaMan23: Cause I'm an idiot obviously. Lol. Come on after all that time we spent together, it wasn't like it didn't mean anything to me, and Miranda was a killer that needed to be stopped. She might've even hurt you, if you didn't give in to her advances.
RockerChick20: Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before…I never want you to leave again.
OmegaMan23: Well unfortunately I might have to for awhile, my Shelter is fucked. I'm looking at it more now and I don't trust it lasting too much longer. The AI is completely fried, and I can only access the most basic things. I have to leave this shelter. It's not safe to stay.
RockerChick20: No! I can't lose you now! I've just realized you're the best thing that's happened to me in my life, pre and post apocalypse!
OmegaMan23: Calm down, I got an idea. I'm gonna track the location of your shelter, and then I'll just travel over there.
RockerChick20: But…that's crazy! You don't know what's up top!
OmegaMan23: Well I already took one crazy chance for you; I might as well take another, besides like I said I gotta leave anyway, at least this way I got a worthwhile destination. Now you just be sure to read up on your Shelter's internal operations in the meantime and try to see if you can access your elevator's controls so it'll open for me with no hassle, of course if you can't I'll figure out how to open when I get there somehow. Now I need to access your systems for a minute to get the location…and I hope I can still print out shit.

You access Becky's shelter and get the coordinates and print out a crude map. It's not the most accurate, but you're pretty sure if you follow it, you'll be heading the right direction.

OmegaMan23: Alright Becky, I'm calling my elevator down, and I'm leaving now.
RockerChick20: You'll come looking for me won't you? I mean you won't get sidetracked once you're up there right?
OmegaMan23: Of course not. And don't worry, I won't get killed either. We will meet in person sometime soon, I promise.

A single small heart shape emoticon appears on the screen, before Becky logs off.

You access the elevator controls (One of the few things working right and undamaged) and call the elevator to continue it's decent. You go back to your room and pack up all the things you brought with you when you first got here. You didn't even need most of the stuff, but maybe you will above ground. You then go to the water dispenser which is thankfully still working and fill up to empty bottles with water.

The elevator door finally opens up and you put your bag to block the door from closing and head back to the computer room where you access the system to tell the elevator to go back up and then run back to the elevator where you gather your bag and enter.

On the ride up you get a little nervous and even fearful. Not so much of what might await you on the surface, but of hoping the damn elevator doesn't suddenly stop, fortunately that doesn't happen and you eventually reach the ground once again. The door opens and you enter the same foyer you arrived in five years ago. Same ATM like machine is there, except its screen is flashing a single message at you.

*NO REFUNDS*

"No shit." You mutter and take a deep breath before opening the door to the outside.

You see a bright light, but of course it's only the sun rather than a nuclear flash that devastated the world. You forgot how bright it really could be.

Your immediate surroundings look relatively untouched. You can only assume there weren't any bombs falling near this area. You also see your van, you'd completely forgotten about it. It looks like it's even in worse condition than when you left it, which you never thought was possible. On a lark you take out your long unused van keys and try to start it up, naturally it doesn't even make a noise.

"Looks like I'm walking."

Looking at the map, you've got quite a ways to go. You're not sure of what to expect, but you know you've got a worthwhile destination to keep you going.


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

[User] You say "The mutiny is going to succeed. Join us, or perish."

[Assistant]
"Fuck, what do we do, Sarge?"

"The radio makes it sound like the loyalists are having their ass handed to them, and the prisoners are close to taking the complex! The psyker's right! Abandon post! Join the mutiny!"

The guards lay down their bolters, and begin running towards the elevators. You shrug and allow them to pass, making your way down the hall. It's only a minute before you arrive at a massive, thick metal door with an intercom.


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

[User] You go

[Assistant]
Gabri stood out of his soothing water, pulled on his robe, and followed Ka.

"A Jedi shouldn't play around like you do," Ka scolded, "I wanted a willing Padawan, not an immature little boy."  Gabri looked up to Ka with great admiration, and he knew he played around more than he should, but he also knew Ka could be harsh.  They moved on, the damp grass squishing under their feet.

"What are we looking for?" Gabri asked, again.  He never really listened to Ka's answers for Ka always spoke down to him, and in sarcastic tones as well.

"If you paid the slightest bit of attention, instead of goofing off, you'd already know," Ka snarled.  And so, Gabri's question went unanswered.

They walked a far distance until they came to a shed.  It was poorly constructed and rundown.  The door was off its hinges and nothing but dust and grime laid inside.  They entered and found a Gungan standing there with flappy tan ears and eyeballs on antennae.  He had a bill and a long tongue.

"Are you Jedi Master Ka Kamikaze?" he asked, "I have been sent for him."  Ka nodded.

"I am Lum Blimi.  A ship has been sent for you, from the Rebellion." the Gungan told them.  He led them through the thick jungle and there before them was Y-wing, a mossy yellow color covering it.  Ka boarded and Gabri followed.  In its own little compartment was R2-B5, an astromech droid with yellow coloring as well.  The droid beeped at Gabri and he waved.  Then, he ran inside.

Sitting in the pilot's seat, Ka set a course for

[User] You tatooine

[Assistant]
As they arrived at Tatooine, sand began pelting the windows and they could see nothing.

"A sandstorm!  What luck!" Gabri complained.  Ka paid him no mind to him.  He tried to maneuver the the Y-wing but the sand kept it stuck to the ground.

"This is all your fault!  We should have plotted a course to Endor!" Ka yelled at Gabri.

"My fault?!  It was not my fault!  I let you decide!" Gabri yelled back, even angrier.

"It was your fault!  Everything's your fault!  You never do anything right!"  Gabri let his anger explode.  The explosion was large and insane.  He withdrew his lightsaber and killed Ka with much force.  Ka's body dissolved, leaving a his robe and lightsaber in a pile.  Through Ka did Gabri Joo now realize the evil ways of the Jedi.  They were not defenders of the galaxy.  They were destroyers.  And so he became one with the Sith and killed many a Jedi.  Ka had shown him the Sith were the righteous ones.


[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 break into the farmhouse and wait out the storm.

[Assistant]
The stone fireplace is already lit. Soon you are fast asleep in the warmth of the large recliner in front of the fire. The rain pours outside but you are warm and dry.

You don't notice the scarecrow now standing in the corner of the room. You don't notice him slowly motion toward you, sickle in hand...

SLASH!!!

~THE END~

you reached the "dark night of the scarecrow" ending.