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

[User] You try to disarm Klint

[Assistant]
While Klint is holding knife, you still doubt he's serious about killing you with it. He's a lot of talk and trying to scare you, time to call his bluff by kicking his ass.

You throw a punch at Klint's face, which probably hurts your hand more than it hurts his face. Still, it's enough to cause him to reel back a bit and drop his knife.

"Shit…you're paying for that asshole!" he utters as you're still shaking your hand from the pain of punching him.

Klint charges at you and you dodge out of the way, but your leg doesn't completely clear the charge and you fall to the ground face first.

Fortunately you trip up Klint in the process, who instead of taking advantage, continues to stumble in the direction he was already running in. Unfortunately, he crashes right into Annah who was coming out of the store at the time.

"Hey what's…SHIT!" Annah yelps as Klint's body tackles into her.

You recover just in time to see Klint hovering near her body. She's lying up against the door of Jasmine's shop looking a little crumpled.

You take advantage by elbowing Klint in the back of the head. He staggers and falls to the ground again where you proceed to kick him.

"You crushed my girlfriend you fucker!" you shout.

You're doing a pretty good job stomping on him, but he isn't out of the fight yet and manages to grab your foot and cause you to fall to the ground as well. Now seizing his opportunity he rolls over and gets on top of your chest and proceeds to punch you in the face though you're doing your best in trying to block the attacks.

"Don't worry about your whore getting crushed because I'm gonna crush your fuckin' skull…AGH!" Klint shouts.

You can't quite tell at first from your prone position, but you see Annah standing behind Klint and a knife in her hand, which she's using not just once on him, but several times.

"Fucking asshole, get off! Get off of him!" she shouts stabbing Klint in the back several times.

Eventually Klint falls over and off to the side of you and you slide out from underneath him. While you're still recovering, Annah is about to stab Klint again.

"Hold on! Hold on! Stop! Stop!" you exclaim and take the knife away from Annah before she commits murder.
"What?! That asshole was kicking your ass!" Annah exclaims.
"First, I had it under control, second, you already stabbed him several times, the last thing you need is to outright kill…"
"You fuckin' bitch…" Klint utters and somehow manages to sit up and grabs Annah's arm.

Without thinking you stab Klint in the neck. Blood trickles from his mouth, his eyes glance over to you and then he falls back to the ground with the knife still in his neck.

"Oh shit…" you say.
"Look out behind you!" Annah shouts.
"YOU MURDERER!" a gruff voice shouts from behind.

Still at a heightened state of alert, you stab at whoever it is behind you, and just manage to nick their arm with your own dagger before twisting away.

You now see that your fight with Klint has drawn out a lot of the townsfolk. Bastards were probably watching the entire time. The man who tried to pull you away was the Wilfred the pub owner. It's a good thing he's not one of the appointed town watch, but it probably won't be long.

"You little bastard! You see that? He tried to kill me too! Someone get the town watch! Someone go get Klint's family too, they need to know what this murderer did to their boy!" Wilfred shouts as he clutches his bleeding arm.

Several other townsfolk go running off shouting about your deeds, and a few others look as if they're going to take their chances apprehending you themselves and while Wilfred is a fat out of shape barkeep, you don't know if you'd do as well against the blacksmith who is now approaching you with a hammer in hand.

With a lynch mob starting to form, you do the only thing you can and that's run. Which you notice Annah has already done and left you to fend for yourself!

After a few moments of running and backtracking, you've managed to make it home and lose most of the ones that were half heartedly trying to nab you, but it won't be long before what passes for real law enforcement around here is beating down your door. You only have a short time to gather what you can and get the hell out of here.

Of course as soon as you come in, your mother sees you with blood on your clothes and demands to know what is going on.

"By the gods! What have you done!? What have you DONE?!" your mother shouts.
"I didn't do anything! Where's dad?!" you ask.
"I'm right here….oh shit. Fuck! What the hell did you do now?!" your dad says walking into the room.
"I didn't do anything! There was a fight and Klint attacked me and then Annah stabbed him and then I stabbed him and…"

"Oh what the fuck, did you kill him?" your father asks.
"Yeah, I mean I'm not sure, I suppose, but look I gotta get outta here!" you say and push both of your parents out of the way to go gather a few things from your room.

Surprisingly your father doesn't say much more, he just gathers up his emergency physician's bag and mutters to himself. You think you hear him saying how you're a fuck up before he leaves, but that's about it.

Your mom on the other hand as you're hastily grabbing a few items, is tearfully going on about how you (And your sister) wasted your potential and she doesn't know where she and your father went wrong.

You have little time and it isn't much, but you try to reassure her that it isn't either of their faults. You'd like to calm her down some more, but there are a bunch of people soon banging at the door.

"STOP HIDING BEHIND YER MAMA'S SKIRT AND GET OUT HERE MURDERER!" you hear a voice shout.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. I…I gotta go." You say as you leave your mother crying and go to climb out your window.

You manage to just get out of your backyard when you hear someone else shout that they see you and you're soon off and running from a mob again.

It takes a bit of stealth and hiding on your part (along with distancing yourself from Teckleville) but eventually as the sky goes dark, you're fairly certain nobody from the town is still chasing you, or if they are, they might have made camp for the night.

As for you, you're in the middle of a wood, still wearing your bloody clothes (fortunately you managed to grab some spare in your pack though) unsure of where you're going to go exactly.

On top of it all you aren't sure what happened to Annah though knowing her she probably blamed you for everything. You're so tired. You can't even process all of it anymore. You have to rest.

You find a tree that looks sturdy and high enough, so you climb it and prepare to sleep for the night. You just hope that anyone that might still be looking for you at this late hour doesn't think to look up.

As you drift off to sleep, your thoughts go to your sister.

"Well sis, whether things are working out for you or not right now, at least your exit wasn't like this."

[User] Next Day

[Assistant]
You wake up fairly early, but then you didn't really sleep much to begin with. This was more of a brief rest anyway.

After a quick check to see if anyone is in the area, you get out of your bloody clothes and change into some new ones. You might not be properly clean, but it's better than you were.

You then check your supplies, which aren't much. You've got a few coins, but you aren't excessively worried about that since food and water are more important out here in the wilderness. You've got a little food and water, but it isn't going to last long. The only weapon you have currently is your dagger.

As you're checking your supplies, you hear the sound of something approaching you. Dread grips your body, you hide behind the nearest tree and you draw your dagger.

You take a quick peek and see that it's Annah stomping through the underbrush with the grace of a clumsy horse.

"Shit, fucking thorns. Ouch!" you hear her say and you come out of hiding.
"Annah!" you exclaim and walk over to her.
"There you are! Y'know, you could have warned me about leaving town, instead of making me trudge through the fucking woods looking for you!" Annah snaps.

Ornery as usual.

"Wha…how the hell did you even find me anyway?" you ask.
"Dunno, I figured you'd hide some place familiar. This is the area where we first did it so I took a chance." Annah says.
"It is?"

Annah hits you.

"Yes! By the gods, I can't believe you fucking forgot! In fact it was YOUR idea to go way the hell out here, I just wanted to do it over behind Derrick's barn where I first gave you a blowjob."
"Wait. We were behind Derrick's barn during that?"

Annah hits you again

"Glad to see all of our intimacy together meant so much to you. Asshole. I dunno why I even came out here to find you! Sorry we can't all be like your perfect sister. Bet you remember where you first fucked her!"

At this point you stop Annah from hitting you again and try to maintain some control over this situation.

"Alright! Alright! I get it, I'm an insensitive asshole, but you REALLY need to stop with these accusations of sister fucking especially when it isn't even true! Shit, I'm not calling you a whore that sucked Klint's dick!" you say.
"WHAT?! I did no such thing!" Annah exclaims.
"Well he claimed you did before he attacked me."
"Pfft. He wished. Look, I get that the dumb asses in town thought I was a whore, but Klint was repulsive…besides he was always sniffing around your sister while she was still around. Never paid any attention to me."
"Well I figured he was just talking shit anyway…(Sigh) anyway this is a mess. I'm glad to see you escaped town though."
"Escaped? Nah, I just came out here to find you on my own. Don't worry, I made sure nobody was following me."
"Wait, you didn't get in any trouble?"
"No. They all saw you kill Klint. I mean I did get asked questions, but I just said you and Klint got into a fight and you accidently killed him in the process. They didn't seem convinced that you killed him by accident though, so yeah they're still pissed at you."

You're almost speechless right now.

"Are…Are you fucking kidding me?! YOU were the one that stabbed him repeatedly in the back! I actually stopped YOU from killing Klint!" you exclaim.
"Yeah, and then you stabbed him in the throat and killed him. Why are you yelling at me?!" Annah remarks.

Now you can't even speak. You just rub your hands over your face and pace rapidly. In a strange way, you not even that mad at Annah. Everyone pretty much hated you anyway and Annah's actually just being herself.

And that's so tragic that it causes you to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Annah asks.
"The absurdity of this horrible situation." You answer.
"So what's the plan?
"Good question. Can't stay out here in the wilderness."
"Ohhh! Let's to Klyton!" Annah says excitedly.

Well that would be one option you were pondering.

It's certainly the closest city and it's the direction you ran from Teckleville anyway. The problem is if anyone from Teckleville is still searching for you, that's going to be the first place they look.

Still, Klyton is the only place you really have any basic knowledge about thanks to your parents both being originally from there. Your father never really spoke too much about it, just saying that the only thing worthwhile that he got there was your mother and he was glad when they finally moved to Teckleville to be closer to your grandmother at the time.

Your mother on the other hand didn't speak so ill of the place, which is surprising since she grew up in a lower class area than your father did. She even said that sometimes she missed the times when she worked at the inn where she met your father in the first place. Of course her knowledge about the city is bound to be a bit out of date.

Also, while Klyton has no jurisdiction over Teckleville, it has been known to apprehend wanted criminals from elsewhere trying to hide out there. Not to mention the place in general has a fairly good reputation (And they want to keep it that way) as far as its own security goes.

"Well we could also head to Holgard or the Delantium Kingdom, I think the closest city there is Sivak" you say.
"No! I want to go to Klyton! I've never been there!" Annah demands.
"But you've never been to the other places either!"
"Yeah well, they're too far away, and we could run into bandits and you wouldn't be much help if they tried to gang rape me. I don't want to be out here any longer than I have to be."
"Y'know, YOU don't need to be out here at all considering you apparently threw me under the horse and cart and you're not even in any trouble for any of this!"

You almost expect Annah to hit you again, but now she does something worse...she doesn't do it often, but…

"Oh no…" you say when you see her eyes starting to water.
"I knew it! You blame me for everything! You always blame me for everything that goes wrong! All I fucking did was try to help you when Klint was kicking your ass too! (Sob!) You're right, I DON'T have to be out here, but I'm out here because I fucking love you okay? (Sob!) I don't even know why, because you're a fucking ungrateful asshole!" Annah cries and then runs off to a nearby tree to continue sobbing.

"(Sigh) Damn it…." You say to yourself.

While you're questioning the idea that this is even a good idea, the fact remains is that in Annah's strange way she is here for you right now. In fact, she's possibly the ONLY person on your side right now.

So for better or worse you'll put up with her. (For now)

"Annah….look, I'm sorry about my tone okay? But you gotta understand I'm trying to deal with all this shit and I can hardly think right now. I mean I didn't even think I was going to see you again. I'm also worried about my parents. I mean yeah I didn't get along with them, but they certainly don't deserve the shitstorm they're probably going through with the rest of the town right now. I mean what about your mom? You don't think she's wondering where you are right now?" you say while rubbing her shoulders
"(Sniffle) Have you met my mom? She probably doesn't even know I'm gone yet. Hell, she probably doesn't even know everything that happened yesterday." Annah says turning around and wiping her eyes.
"Yeah, I suppose so, she is drunk a lot of the time. But anyway, like I said, I'm trying to process the fact that I'm now wanted for murder. I don't even know how I feel on THAT fact either. The actual murder. I mean I feel like maybe I should feel bad or something."
"Bad? Why would you feel bad? Klint was an asshole, I'm certainly not upset over it."
"Well…yeah I suppose I'm not either and it was mostly in self-defense and an accident despite what everyone in town says. Still though, makes me wonder if I'm capable of killing again."
"I sure hope so, because it's dangerous out here! Is that dagger the only weapon you got?"
"Hm? Yeah. Apologies, but I didn't exactly have time to buy a sword on my way out of town."
"Oh well, I guess it will have to do. Just hope we don't run into anything bigger than a hungry rat."
"It's not the size of the weapon, it's how you use it."
"Yes dear, you keep telling yourself that…so are we going to Klyton now?"
"Yeah, we're going to Klyton…"

Annah makes "Squeee!" sound and then kisses you saying how exciting it will be to finally go to the "Big City."

Honestly, you think Annah's enthusiasm to go to Klyton is a little misplaced even if she wasn't travelling with a wanted murderer. At least she isn't bitching anymore though.

However, that doesn't last and she inevitably starts complaining when you insist on staying off the road and sticking to the woods to keep out of sight of any potential person from Teckleville that might be tracking you.

"Dunno why you think this makes you more hidden. I found you in the woods." Annah remarks.
"Yeah, well not everyone has the magical ability to find me like you do, now come on and keep it down!" You answer.
"You know there are blood stalkers out here and bandits who…"
"Will try to rape you. Yes, I know. You've only mentioned that three or four times already. What is your preoccupation with getting raped?"
"You saying that wouldn't happen?"
"No…I…agh! Look it's getting dark enough that I can barely see shit in front of me and we probably should just stop for the rest of the night. I'll see if there's a suitable tree to sleep in…"
"A tree? I'm not sleeping in a tree! It sounds uncomfortable and I could fall out and break my neck!"
"It's safer than you think, you just prop yourself up against the trunk and a large enough branch. It'll actually be safer than sleeping on the ground. Up in a tree we can at least…"
"I'm not sleeping in a fucking tree! I'm hungry, and it's getting cold! We should build a fire!"

You face palm at your situation. The tree thing you're flexible on, but a fire? That's potentially asking for trouble. Still, if you make a fire, you'll hopefully shut Annah up.

[User] You make a fire

[Assistant]
Honestly, if anything Annah's loud bitching is going to attract more attention to your position than a fire at this point.

"Alright! Alright! Just stop! We'll build a damn fire. I think I got a tinderbox, never used it though since I didn't exactly spend nights out in the wilderness, so you're going to have to bear with me."

You gather up a bunch of broken branches, break out your tinderbox and begin fumbling around with the flint

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Annah asks.
"Not really."
"Sheesh, this isn't sex. I figured this would be a simple enough task, even for you."
"Fuck, Annah. I told you I wasn't an expert at doing this but feel free to help me if you know how!" You answer throwing the flint down.
"So I guess it is sex. (sigh) Move!" Annah remarks and takes over.

And of course she does it nearly instantly and you soon have a fire going. You're getting incredibly angry and starting to regret letting her tag along now. You're under enough pressure as it is and you can't deal with her attitude right now.

"Hey I said I was also hungry, didn't you bring any food?" Annah remarks.
"You want food? You want fucking food? HERE! Take it! Take everything I fucking have!" you shout as you pull out apples from your bag and start throwing them at her.
"HEY! STOP! Stop you fucking asshole!" she replies dodging apples.
"I oughta do worse than throw fucking apples at you!"
"Oh like what? You gonna stab and kill me too?" Annah asks while picking up a nearby apple.
"Don't tempt me."
"Threats of violence. Nice. I can't believe I recently cried over you."
"I can't believe you even meant it. Y'know before all this shit went down, I was actually thinking about breaking up with you in the first place. And guess what, I was right about…"

Your words are interrupted by a flying apple. You dodge it and Annah's eyes go a bit wide when she sees you come at her.

She doesn't get far when you tackle her to the ground. After a bit of struggling you manage to subdue her, by getting on top of her and holding her wrists down. You're breathing heavy and have a nasty look in your eyes.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! You know how I get! Please just don't hurt me!" Annah begs and starts to tear up again.

Despite your rather aggressive dominance over Annah, you weren't actually planning to do anything except scare her really bad, which you definitely succeeded in doing. Any ideas of battery, torture, murder or (as Annah usually believes), rape weren't in the equation.

Unfortunately nobody else saw it that way. And between the fire AND your very loud arguing and fighting with Annah, someone came to investigate.

You suddenly feel a crushing blow to the back of your head and you crumple on top of Annah's body. You have a little strength left to push yourself up a bit, but another blow succeeds in knocking you out.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a cell, which look very familiar. It should, because you've been in it before. You're at the Teckleville jail.

"Well, looks like the Teckleville Terror is finally up and from here on your ass belongs to me until your execution." A familiar voice remarks.

It's Sheriff Walford. Just one of your many admirers. You sit up from the floor and rub your head.

"(Groan) I knew lighting that fire was a bad idea." You say.
"You're just full of them boy and you'll be paying for them soon because your luck has finally run out." Walford says from his desk
"Surprised you just didn't tell your men to kill me on sight."
"Oh trust me, when they caught you tryin' to rape that girl, they wanted to, but I specifically told them to bring you in alive no matter what the circumstances. Because I personally want to see you hang."
"How law abiding of you. (Sigh) I don't suppose it would help if I said Annah's lying about that."
"Lyin that you WEREN'T tryin ta rape her? Pfft, already know that son."
"Wait, you tellin' me that Annah didn't accuse me of rape?"
"No she didn't for some strange reason. She claims you and her were just having an argument, but my boys said it sure as hell didn't look like that to them. Dunno what spell you got that girl under, but it ain't gonna save your ass because you're STILL wanted for the murder of Klint! You were fortunate that his father didn't catch you before my men did though I wouldn't have minded if he had."

Wow, that's a bit surprising about Annah. She knows you better than you thought AND she's still trying in her own way to defend you.

The sheriff goes on to say that she isn't the only one either. Apparently your father has hired the best freelance advocate he could find in Klyton. While it's a pretty grim conclusion that you're going to be found guilty, your father made so much of a stink that he demanded that you at least get a trial of sorts.

It would appear you have more people on your side than you thought

A few days pass and Annah tries to see you, but they won't let her in. Your parents won't be denied however and of course your expensive advocate speaks to you as well to get all your information.

The day finally comes and you're trotted out before practically the whole town, most of which are already booing and calling for your blood. The town mayor is overseeing this trial and going to make the final decision. While you've never directly done any wrong to him, he doesn't particularly like you so in your mind you might as well be going to the noose already.

Still, you don't give up. You don't actually speak in your own trial, your advocate speaks for you and does a WAY better job than you ever could. Annah and your parents both testify on your behalf, and even a few people begrudgingly admit that they saw the entire fight with Klint and say you didn't really mean to kill him. You really wish your sister was around because you imagine that she would be able to charm a few more folks to your side.

Of course the other side paints you out to be evil incarnate whenever they can. Klint's parents in particular.

Eventually the mayor says he's heard enough and that's when you think here comes the execution sentence.

"(Sigh) As long as I've been mayor, this young man has been a blight on this town despite his father and mother being good people. I can't fault them for defending him because above all else he is their son. But another son was killed and that's the main reason we're here today. The rape accusation…well quite frankly the young girl denies that it happened and if she's deluded enough to defend her abusive criminal boyfriend…well I just shake my head in dismay and nothing else. Given her own shady reputation, I'm actually inclined they just enjoy a sick relationship."

The mayor continues.

"But getting back to the murder. While tragic, I have to weigh all arguments. We all know that Klint himself was no angel. I'm sorry to say that in front of his parents, but it's true. This was a case of the stupid antics of youth getting way out of hand. And as much as I dislike this budding criminal in front of me, I truly don't believe he killed Klint out of malice.

At this point several people start booing again until the mayor calls for order.

"That's enough! I'm mayor of this damn town and this is my decision which I haven't even got to yet! My verdict is guilty BUT I'm not giving this young man death. It was an accident and despite everything I've said, I personally wouldn't feel comfortable with myself executing a youth who made a very bad mistake. However, he can't stay here. So my final decision is exile as of tomorrow. You come back and you WILL be executed, you understand?" the mayor says.
"I understand, sir and I thank you for your fair judgment." You reply and nod.
"Take him back to his cell, release him in the morning."

The crowd goes nuts at this decision and the Teckleville Watch barely manage to get you back to the jail unscathed. After throwing you back in your cell, Sheriff Walford flips his desk over as his men standby.

"Are you secretly a son of Yag or just permanently blessed by him? Because there is no way one person can be so fucking lucky!" he exclaims.
"It wasn't luck sheriff, it was justice. Look on the bright side, I won't be here to bother you anymore…which is what I was trying to do in the first place before you dragged me back here." You say.

The sheriff is so flustered he can't even be bothered to yell at you anymore. He just says you're going to get yours and soon before leaving.

You secretly smirk at things going your way for a change and lay down thinking about what you're going to do with your new exiled life tomorrow. Probably the same thing you were going to do before, except without Annah tagging along. Sure, she helped you out, but you can see that relationship is just doomed to cause more problems than you need. (Like this incident!)

Eventually you go to sleep figuring you're going to need your energy for traveling tomorrow.

In the middle of the night you suddenly hear your cell door open and you groggily wake up.

"Wha…what's going on…is it morning all…ULP!" you utter.
"For my son, you murdering bastard!" you hear a deep voice say as a large figure rushes in your cell on top of you and you feel a blade go into your throat.


[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 stay behind to help the Donner brothers

[Assistant]
You go back to try and help the Donner Brothers get up the pass before the snow traps you but it is no good: it is hard work to get anywhere and as the snow gets heavier you are forced to halt at Alder Creek. There the Donner Brothers and their assortment of teamsters begin building tents to protect you from the snow. The Donner Family live in the first one while their teamsters and Doris Wolfinger, who the Donner Brothers have looked after since the death of her husband, live in the second. Soon word comes down the mountain that an effort by the others to get across the summit has failed: the passes are impassable and you are trapped by the snow in the Mountains, unable to move forward or backwards.

Your fellow settlers settle at a lake eight miles further up the slope and begin building cabins. The Breen family have their own cabin while the Murphy and Eddy families share a cabin while the Reeds and Graves family share a cabin with Charles Stanton and his two Indians. The Keseberg's live in a lean-to against the Breen Cabin. Altogether sixty people live at Truckee Lake while twenty-one people live in the Donner's camp at Alder Creek. For your part you had better move into one of the two camps and make yourself comfortable: the snow won't melt until Spring and the supplies are not going to last nearly that long.

Which camp do you move into?


[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 your staff (Current status)

[Assistant]
Mom: Owner/Cook

Mom is still trying to get over dad's death. At this point she'd rather sell the place and move back to Teckleville where her sister Enora lives.

Rita: Barmaid

Rita's about your age and started working at the inn a few years before you went off to the university. You remember thinking she was hot when you first saw her and you tried to speak to her a few times to test the waters so to speak, but it was pretty obvious that she didn't have any sort of interest in you since were more of a bookworm. A bookworm without much money. Not a good combination for getting her affection.

Wendy: Barmaid

Wendy's been working here since you were in primary school. She's unofficially the "head barmaid" but the inn has never had that big of a staff to assign fancy titles. Still, she's the one that gets the others moving faster if it calls for it. As for you, she's never really paid any major attention mainly because she's got kids of her own she has to deal with and you never had any reason to talk to her on any meaningful level. She probably was just relieved that you weren't some "bratty boss' kid" that she had to put up with along with being a minimum wage slave.

Eliza: Barmaid

Eliza's a little younger than you. In fact you were already at Klyton University when she started working at the inn. In the past during your visits to the inn, she seemed to be nice to you, but you don't know much about other than she's a pretty girl and on the shy side.


[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 resist

[Assistant] You shake your head, struggling to avoid falling into unconsciousness. You take in a deep breath, flinging the warm hands away from your mind. Magos Cern continues pressing down on the plunger, shooting the remaining fluid into your blood. Your mind is gripped by a scream for sleep. Perhaps you should just embrace it.

[User] You resist

[Assistant]
Magos Cern notices your struggle with indifference, refilling her syringe with anesthetic and injecting it into you again, although you can't feel the needle pierce your skin. Your eyes flutter before they roll in the back of your head. As you lose the fight to resist the void of oblivion, in the back of your mind you hear voices.

"Magos Cern, I polished the AI module."

"Good, Adept. You have gained one step forward in receiving your cybernetic upgrades."

"How long, master? My flesh is weak, my body frail, I crave the strength of steel."

"Soon, Adept, soon. Do not bother me in a time like this! We are on the brink of discovery! We have a mind older than the Emperor himself. Fifteen thousand years old! Can you imagine the knowledge it holds? Prepare Primus for start-up. I believe now is the time. I must just play with Kyros' pet's flesh, and then we will work."

"Yes, Magos. Understood, Magos."

Then, you lose all resistance and sleep takes you, leaving you powerless in its dark embrace.

You awake an unknown time later, lying on the metal operating table. Magos Cern stands over you, washing her implements in a basin of water. She looks at you, her cold, red eyes peering into your soul.

"Ah, you're awake. Good," she says.

"What did you put into me?" you ask.

"The biology of what I did is beyond you, flesh bag."

"Can you dumb it down for me?" you ask.

"Could one reduce concertos to the mumbled grunts of mutants?" Magos Cern asks indignantly.

"Please?"

"Fine. I increased the size of your heart by 40% and lungs  by 12%, and added several veins and arteries leading directly to the brain from the heart. These actions increase the blood flow to your brain, and should hence increase psychic abilities. I added multiple microchips that breed monocytes, other white blood cells, platelets and other helpful things for your body. That was the bulk of my work. Other than that, it was just a medical check-up."

"OK," you say.

"I have a lot of important work to do, now. You should've had enough time to recover."

Two of your massive space marine guards arrive, a roaring face on their thick helmets.

"Here you are," Magos Cern says. "Guards, make sure to walk slow. If at any point the patient starts puking blood, let him sit down for ten, maybe fifteen minutes."

"Shouldn't you keep him hearing for observation, then?" one of the guards ask.

"I have far too much work to do," Magos Cern says. "Don't disturb me. If anything goes wrong, go to Genetor Corivan. He is very experienced with medical matters."

"Yes, sir," the space marine says.

Magos Cern quickly heads off, walking off to a row of elevators. The space marines stare at you, and you climb out of bed with a groan.

"Ah, my head," you say.

"You should have headaches for the next 48 hours," Magos Cern shouts, right before she disappears into an elevator.

You stand, feeling a rush of blood hit your head. You walk after the space marines, along halls and up and down elevators, until you find yourself in the arena. Castus and Olive are there, mid-battle with each other.

"Oh look, it's tweedle-dum and tweedle-fucking idiot," Meliodas says. "Not even a laugh? Oh wait, you didn't grow up with nursery rhymes, you're from a Feral world. My bad."

Castus swings his sword at her, while Olive swings her rifle-axe up at his head. He rolls out of the way, kicking Olive's foot away and sending her to her knee, before booting her in the head. She collapses down, before rolling out of the way to avoid a downward stab by Castus. She grabs Castus' sword handle and punches him. Castus falls backwards, before taking up a fighting stance. Olive begins circling him, her gun-axe at the ready. She spots you, smiling.

"Karth's here," she says.

"Bullshit," Castus says, readying his sword.

"Karth, tell him you're here," Olive says.

"Yeah, I'm here," you say.

Castus turns to look at you, but Olive charges, swinging her gun-axe. She knocks the feet away from Castus, dropping his knee down on Castus stomach. Castus grunts before Olive grabs her gun-axe and holds it to Castus throat.

"Dead," she says.

"No fair, we were supposed to stop when Karth got here," Castus says.

"You're still dead," Olive smiles, standing up.

Castus grabs Olive's wrist, pulling her forward so his sword pokes into her stomach.

"Dead," he smiles.

"Seriously?" Olive says, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'm dead. Are we finished yet? The kid needs training."

"Fine," Castus shrugs. "Let's start it."

Castus draws a dagger from his belt, staring at it. The blade is a bright silver, with an odd pattern etched into it. It's handle is a bright, light blue, with a short, silver horn coming from the end of the handle.

"Now, this is an absolute beauty. I really don't use it enough, so it's yours. Xenos-origin, so even owning it is heresy. The blade is razor sharp, it could cut through flesh and bone easier than it could through air. Here."

Castus turns, tossing the dagger straight at your head.


[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 run back in the house

[Assistant]
You turn around and try to get back in the house as quick as you can. You hear Jed shout at you to stop, but you don't listen, you just to get in the front door.

You don't quite make it and feel the burning pain a slug hitting the back of your left leg. Not only do you scream in agony, you also fall straight on you your face.

"Stupid bitch, I told ya, to stop!" Jed shouts.

You don't even look at your leg, but you sense that it may just be barely attached to the rest of your body at this point. The agony is so bad you feel like you're going to be sick or go unconscious at the same time.

Against all odds you continue to try to crawl into the entryway of the house.

"HEY! I SAID STOP FUCKING MOVING! Goddamnit…" you hear Jed shout and you expect to another shot, but instead you hear shouting of a different kind.

"ARGH! FUCK!"

You manage to turn your head enough to see Jed being attacked by the rabid woman he was violating. She's bitten him, but he's still managing to fight her off. You use this opportunity to continue to crawl away. You manage to get back inside, and you hear another gunshot followed by more swearing. Your heart sinks since that means Jed must still be alive.

The combination of fear and pain is clouding your thoughts of everything save for trying to get away, but you know that's not going to happen.

Your fears become reality when you're only half way up the stairs to the second floor and hear footsteps coming into the house.

"I hear ya whimpering girl and I can see the bloody mess yer leavin'. Won't be half as messy though when I get through with ya!" you hear Jed shout.

You soon hear him on stairs behind you.

"Dunno, why yer goin' up there for, your fate is sealed sick girl. Didn't seem so sick out there when you were trying to reach for my shotgun. Bet you thought pullin' one over on me a couple days ago was really funny. Well I guess I'm the one laughing now. Since I didn't finish with my ex-girlfriend back there, guess you'll have to fill in for her.

You suddenly feel a hand grip your good leg and pull hard. As you're dragged, you make one last ditch effort to fight, by twisting your body and swinging the machete you're still carrying in your hand.

You manage to catch Jed's arm sinking the blade in. He yells, lets go and falls backwards down the stairs. Unfortunately with his other hand that still holds the shotgun, he pulls the trigger on it.

You're hit again and it's a quick death as part of your head and brains are splattered all over the stairs and walls, which at least spares you of any further suffering.


[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 tails

[Assistant]
"Tails!"

The coin flips through the air ahead of you, as you step back, looking at the coin with interest. He steps back, leveling your own shotgun at you as he the coin lands in the dirt. The Fool peers down at it, tilting his head, before flipping the shotgun in his hands, grabbing the barrel and offering the stock to you.

"It's your lucky day, Hunter. Good luck to you."

You grab the shotgun, holding it in your hands and aiming it at the suspicious, patch coat man.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"An interesting question! Do you like riddles?"

"No."

The Fool frowns.

"So dull. You're a dull old fellow, aren't you? Perhaps I should be helping the wolves."

"Just tell me who you are, dammit! I'm a dying man, I don't have time for this."

The Fool opens his mouth to complain, before pausing, then shrugging.

"A slave I have been and shall remain

To a golden mistress I'm tied with invisible chains

Yet always I put on the same brave face

She keeps me her prisoner, but leaves me some space."

The Fool smiles at you for a moment, before raising an eyebrow.

"So... who am I?"


[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]
Trader of TRASH

The Future…

"So that Bobby guy was really your ex-boyfriend? He was fucking creepy." Jenny remarks as you drive away from the compound.
"Yeah, well being head of a cult will do that I suppose. He wasn't quite as creepy when I met him though. In any case it's good that his sister Diana's not in the picture anymore. I guarantee if she was still alive, this little peace between us and the Cult of Tiamat wouldn't even be possible. Mel should be pleased about that." You say.
"Yeah, we even got some good stuff from them. I'm surprised he gave us as much clean water as he did….you think he still likes you?"

You laugh.

"No, I'm fairly sure Tiamat is the only love of his life, with his sister Helen trailing behind, though maybe he did remember the good times we had together and decided to be generous with the supplies…or maybe this is all a trick and he actually poisoned the water with something hoping it'll kill everyone."
"Oh shit! I didn't even think about that! You think so?!" Jenny remarks.
"Nah, I'm just joking. I mean I suppose it IS possible, but that's not the cult's style. Besides, if Bobby DID do that, he most likely would've secretly warned me so I don't drink it at least."
"So you think it's safe?"
"I dunno. Doesn't matter anyway since I'm going to go trade it to New Security for their fizzy soda. Can't get that anywhere else and it's not like we need anymore water, we currently have a good supply."
"See that's why I like coming on these runs with you. It's more interesting than just staying home listening to people argue all the time." Jenny remarks.
"Hm, trust me if I could, I'd rather stay home all the time, but unfortunately that's not the way the world currently works that allows me to relive the days of my more carefree youth." You say.

At this point Jenny asks you again about your "former life" but like you always tell her, there isn't much to it. You didn't do much, but you get the impression she's just fascinated by the fact that you went from your humble beginning to what you currently do now along with all your survival skills you've acquired. Maybe it's a bit inspiring for her, you don't know. Though sometimes when you think about it, it is a little impressive.

"Hey you ever think about revisiting your old house just out of curiosity?" Jenny asks.
"Actually when all the crazy shit in town died down and there weren't crazy cannibals running around everywhere, I did. I sort of made a detour there during one of my solo runs."
"Really? I never heard about that."
"Why would you? I never told anyone about it before. Anyway, I sort of went there partially out of curiosity, but also because my brother Ben built an underground shelter in the backyard of the place. Probably nothing the scale of one of those Ground Zero shelters like they used to annoyingly run ads for in the old days though."
"Yes, but didn't you tell me your brother killed himself?"
"Yeah, but knowing him, he probably still had that thing well stocked, so I figured it was worth a shot to look for. Unfortunately I looked and looked and looked in that backyard for hours and I couldn't find the fucking entrance. I don't know how the hell he moved it around and hid it like he did, but he did and like I said, I couldn't find it. Who knows? Maybe it's completely collapsed now anyway."
"So nobody was squatting in your house?"
"Not that I could tell. There were a couple times where I felt like someone else was there, but nobody ever showed up. While there were some signs of natural decay and some things had obviously been looted everything else was mostly intact. My own room was completely vandalized though. I mean it looked like someone even tried to set the place on fire and there was some graffiti with the usual vulgarity on the walls. Sort of weird really and I didn't stick around too long there. Guess it's like they say, you can't go home again."
"Well you have a new home anyway." Jenny remarks.
"Eh, I have a place to put my stuff and sleep, but I dunno if I'll ever feel at home at the trailer park. I mean I get along better with everyone there now than I did, but I still just don't fit in. The further I travel on these trading runs, I sometimes wonder if I shouldn't just strike out on my own. I certainly have horded enough shit to be a travelling trader if I wanted to."

Jenny at this point gives you a concerned look.

"But you wouldn't just suddenly leave like that would you?"

You look back at Jenny and you think about telling her that you don't really have much attachment to where you live. It's not even your long lost basement that you once loved so much. You also think about telling her you have even less attachment to most of the people who live there. Sure some of them are okay, and some you even get along better with than you did with your own family, but it's not enough to keep you around.

But then you think, maybe that isn't entirely true.

Jenny is about the same age you were when Donna just suddenly abandoned you. You remember when that happened you were a bit numb. Some of it wasn't surprising, but nevertheless you did feel a great sense of betrayal due to believing you were building a new and stronger relationship with her at that time. You got over it pretty quickly mainly because there were so many other fires to put out at the time, but you didn't ever forget.

Whatever happened to Donna you suppose you'll never know. Maybe she died, maybe she's living well. Who knows?

What you do know is over the years Jenny has sort of followed you around mainly due to her own mother basically not giving a shit about her and then later dying in an explosion due to Dan's failed attempt to create a new "meth lab."

You suppose she probably believes the pair of you have a bond too. Probably a bit more of misguided "hero worship" on her part and her ties to you are probably stronger than yours to her, but you aren't going to do what Donna did to you.

"Nah, I just think about it sometimes that's all. I'm a bit too old to go traipsing across the nuclear wasteland, sleeping in a truck and worrying about fuel and the like on an everyday basis. However, if I ever do decide to leave, I'll be sure to let you know." You say.
"So I could come with you?"
"Yeah I suppose it would help to have someone watching my back if I was going to do it."
"I think that would be great adventure! And I don't think you're too old. If my mom was still alive you'd only be like a couple years younger than her. In fact sometimes I think of you as my…"

You tense up. You don't want to hear that…

"Stop. Just stop right there Jenny. Don't even finish that sentence. I am NOT your mom." You say with a stern look.
"I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say I sometimes think of you as my big sister that I never had." Jenny remarks.

You cease being tense.

"Oh. Well…okay. Yeah. I suppose that's okay. I guess in some ways you're like the younger sister I never had." You respond with a smile.
"But you did have a younger sister."
"Yeah and she was a slutty and ultimately selfish cunt. Like I said, you're the younger sister I NEVER had."

With a couple of minor chuckles from you and Jenny about this comment, the pair of you begin speaking about various things as you drive to your next destination.

You never imagined you'd wind up as a trader/scavenger for a trailer park community, but in the scheme of things it's not that bad of a life in this new harsh world.


[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 decline

[Assistant]
"No that's okay." You say not wishing to cause trouble. Mr. Demar frowns a bit, but accepts your decision.

"Very well, I guess you're with me Trelik, and for fuck's sake don't be so damn hostile this time. These matters have to be handled with care!"

As they leave to the conference room, you go back to practicing your lessons. While you're in the middle of them you and the rest of the students soon hear some noise and the sounds of battle.

"DAMN IT TRELIK IF YOU'RE GONNA KILL THE SONOFABITCH, AT LEAST GET IT RIGHT!" you hear Mr. Demar yell.

You and a few of the other student go running toward the conference room, a figure runs at you in flames!

He smashes into you wailing horribly setting you on fire as well, you can't get him off of you in time before you begin to burn up, but it hardly matters as Trelik soon comes to finish off the vampire delegate…and you as well with another fireball.

"Sorry Mr. Demar, couldn't be helped."