[System] Narrate a grim fantasy text adventure. The Empire's world is brutal, its people hardened. Respond to the player's choices with immersive storytelling and let consequences flow naturally.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
"Amanda!" you yell from the kitchen. "I swear, if you don't turn the telly down, I will KILL YOU!"

 The blaring from the living room drowns out her response, which drives you mad. You tap your foot impatiently. I will wait five seconds before I go in there, you tell yourself.

 One.....Two.....Three.....Four.....

 "'Manda! I'm coming in there!" You say furiously as you storm from the kitchen. The living room's lights are dimmed, so the glare from the telly makes you blink. Amanda is curled up on the couch, her eyes glued on the screen. Her red hair is a mess, and she is dressed in rumpled up pajamas.

 "Amanda," you say as you grab the remote. "You really need to stop this! Your head is going to explode from the sound."

 "Shut it, Jess!" Amanda shushes you. "Turn it up, this is really important!" You roll your eyes and listen to your roommate.

 The reporter is just finishing up a story. "...and the residents of Greenwich should be more cautious. The number of robberies and break-ins have increased over the last two weeks. So, make sure to lock your doors when you leave to house."

 "So?" you say as you turn it off. "It's just some robberies. Nothing unusual."

 "But he said it was happening in Greenwich! That's here, in case you forgot!" Amanda says as she gets up from the couch. She stretches, and walks with you to the front door. "We have the same chance of getting robbed as anyone else here!"

 "'Manda," you turn around, exasperated. "Who in creation would want to break into the flat of two twenty-year old women that can barely pay the rent? It's not like we have anything of value here."

 You grab your purse from the table by the door. Glancing into the mirror, you check to see that your hair is still in its place, and your mascara hasn't smudged. Pleased, you turn to Amanda.

 "We have a telly, a microwave, a DVD player, and some jewelry upstairs, Jess!" Her green eyes flash with fear. Amanda is always worried that someone would break into the flat that you share and steal everything you have.

 "Oh, for God's sake. Listen to me. No one is going to rob us!" You unlock the door. "Right, I'm going out."

 "Make sure you get some more apples. We're nearly out," Amanda reminds you.

 "Yeah, don't worry. I'll remember." You walk into the hallway. "Lock the door behind me!"

 Your best friend lets out a retort as you close the door in her face. Time to go to town.

[User] You going Shopping

[Assistant]
You walk down the street, carrying a bag of groceries. The car is just down the street. Thank God. Once again, you made the mistake to wear heels to the shop.

 Trying to shift your grip on the bag, you stop for just a moment. The bag is really heavy, since you decided to buy a few more things that you saw. You get a good grip just as a man runs straight into you.

 "Oh, God!" You moan as your bag falls to the concrete sidewalk at your feet. Something broke inside of it; you could hear the smashing sound. "Thanks a lot! There's my week's pay, gone!"

 You look up at the man who ran into you. "Sorry! I am so sorry!"

 He is in a tweed jacket, a striped shirt, and a bow tie. You can't see his face, since he is bending over the bag on the ground. You get down on your knees next to him. Sighing, you say, "It's alright. Not your fault, anyway. I should have seen you coming."

 The man looks up at you, finally showing his face. All you think is, Blimey, he has a big chin. His eyes quickly scan you, sizing you up. "What's your name?" he asks.

 "Jess. Jess Rowell." you say calmly as you pick up some apples. "And, you are...?"

 "The Doctor," he says as he puts the now broken mug into the bag.

 "Doctor who?" you ask him.

 "Just the Doctor." Finished, he stands up. You pick up your bag and get up.

 "The Doctor?" you muse. "Well, Doctor, let me ask you this. Why were you running so fast?"

 "It's quicker than walking. Now, I really have to go. It's important." he explains. And, just like that, he's gone. You can see his head in the crowd before that disappears as well.

 You walk towards the car. Might as well go home.

[User] You previous Page

[Assistant]
"Amanda!" you yell from the kitchen. "I swear, if you don't turn the telly down, I will KILL YOU!"

 The blaring from the living room drowns out her response, which drives you mad. You tap your foot impatiently. I will wait five seconds before I go in there, you tell yourself.

 One.....Two.....Three.....Four.....

 "'Manda! I'm coming in there!" You say furiously as you storm from the kitchen. The living room's lights are dimmed, so the glare from the telly makes you blink. Amanda is curled up on the couch, her eyes glued on the screen. Her red hair is a mess, and she is dressed in rumpled up pajamas.

 "Amanda," you say as you grab the remote. "You really need to stop this! Your head is going to explode from the sound."

 "Shut it, Jess!" Amanda shushes you. "Turn it up, this is really important!" You roll your eyes and listen to your roommate.

 The reporter is just finishing up a story. "...and the residents of Greenwich should be more cautious. The number of robberies and break-ins have increased over the last two weeks. So, make sure to lock your doors when you leave to house."

 "So?" you say as you turn it off. "It's just some robberies. Nothing unusual."

 "But he said it was happening in Greenwich! That's here, in case you forgot!" Amanda says as she gets up from the couch. She stretches, and walks with you to the front door. "We have the same chance of getting robbed as anyone else here!"

 "'Manda," you turn around, exasperated. "Who in creation would want to break into the flat of two twenty-year old women that can barely pay the rent? It's not like we have anything of value here."

 You grab your purse from the table by the door. Glancing into the mirror, you check to see that your hair is still in its place, and your mascara hasn't smudged. Pleased, you turn to Amanda.

 "We have a telly, a microwave, a DVD player, and some jewelry upstairs, Jess!" Her green eyes flash with fear. Amanda is always worried that someone would break into the flat that you share and steal everything you have.

 "Oh, for God's sake. Listen to me. No one is going to rob us!" You unlock the door. "Right, I'm going out."

 "Make sure you get some more apples. We're nearly out," Amanda reminds you.

 "Yeah, don't worry. I'll remember." You walk into the hallway. "Lock the door behind me!"

 Your best friend lets out a retort as you close the door in her face. Time to go to town.


[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 fIGHT THE CHANGE!

[Assistant]
You growl, squeezing your head between your hands as you take a deep breath, focusing on your pain. You focus on the human shape of your hands as they burn with pain, and the feeling of your skin glow with red hot pain, and your humanoid face which burns from silver. You focus on who you are, as you fight off the transformation.

"No," you say. "I won't be doing that."

"So be it," Fenrir grumbles. "I'll leave you to your fate. Rot in it, mortal one. Soon, your mind will be mine anyway."

The roaring noise begins to fade, as the glow of the shifting murals calms, the mural solidifying in front of you. The magical glow that hangs over you fades, and you're left alone in the darkness.

You sigh, turning away from the scene in front of you, not wanting to look at the animalistic mural ahead of you, as all it does it draw out the beast within. You shan't be making any deals with Fenrir, the father of beasts.


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You say "So... What do I do now...?"

[Assistant]
The man is silent for a moment, overthinking his decisions. "Come with me. I'll get you to our place. Maybe your friends are there... I'll carry you."

He lifts me up on his back, and I can't remember anymore. '

...This is where it will truly begin.


[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 set up camp in the woods. Sleeping in the road would leave you defenseless against an attack.

[Assistant] Even though you doubt that anyone would dare to traverse the road at night, you don't want to take any chances. After hiding your cart in some bushes a few yards away from the road, you carry the rest of your supplies deeper into the woods until you come across a small clearing. The charred trees around you don't offer as much protection as you'd like, but it's better than being completely exposed and vulnerable. You put what little provisions you have down on the blankets and set out to search for firewood, but by the time you return, there's barely enough light to see by, and you nearly trip over your pile of supplies. Muttering under your breath, you eventually get the fire going and sit clutching your knees to your chest. The forest creeks under the pressure of the wind, but these noises leave you unfazed. You've learned long ago how to distinguish between the howling of the wind and the howling of men. Before you know it, your fire's burned down, and you've fallen asleep curled up in your blankets.

[User] Next.

[Assistant]
You awake to the dull light—if it could even be called light—of morning. As you look about you, the only change that catches your eye is a tree that fell several yard away from your campsite. You look at it in wonder; it hadn't even woken you when it fell, and you can't help but wonder if it could've fallen on you. You shake off the thought and gather up your provisions, carrying them back to where you hid the cart and pushing it up towards the road. In no time, you're heading south.

After having walked almost five miles, you come across what used to be a bridge spanning a wide river. The rapids may have raced along the channel at one point in time, but now the thick sludge only creeps slowly over the rocks. It would be slow going, but the water is shallow enough that you think you'd be able to cross. (After all, the shattered bridge will be of no use to you.) What do you do?


[System] Narrate a grim fantasy text adventure. The Empire's world is brutal, its people hardened. Respond to the player's choices with immersive storytelling and let consequences flow naturally.

[User] You say "I am truly sorry for your losses"

[Assistant]
You raise your hand and silence falls like a blanket over the crowd of people. Your eyes flick from face, some meet your gaze, others stare at their feet.

"I know the losses you have experienced have hurt you all deeply, but you must remain strong. William's butchery of your loved ones cannot go unanswered, we hurt him at Hastings, and those you lost were a part of that. Do not let them die in vain! William must pay, and we will bring justice to him!"

Your escort applauds, rattling swords on shields and roaring.

Some of the villagers clap nervously, but others remain still; one, a young woman with a grim face raises her hand.                                                                                "Why was the fyrd so undersupplied? Why was it not provided with shields?"                                          One of your men barks at her to be silent, but she snarls back, tears bead her eyes                            "I lost my husband and my son! Don't you dare tell me to be silent!"                                               She stabs her finger at you, sobbing                                                                                "Answer me! Answer me!"                                                                                One of your men reaches for his sword, but you wave him off. Looking the determined young woman in the eye, you give her an answer.


[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 memories (Victor)

[Assistant]
The Mad Scientist: Dr. Victor Frankenstein

You don't strictly have anything against humans. You've even been known to get along with a few of them. Victor doesn't fall into that category though. His "creations" caused much trouble for you, but you had problems with him even before then.

Victor was the typical mad scientist type looking to shock and take the world by storm through weird experiments. He was always jealous of Dr. Moreau who managed to buy an entire island and create a small colony of "man-animals". Victor wanted that same status, so he tried to do the same thing, but the problem was, he wasn't as skilled of a doctor.

Victor's feud with Moreau and his petty human dreams would've gone unnoticed at this point had he not tried to perform an experiment on YOU. He invited you over to his place once for an idea of a new movie. After eating a big dinner of mutton, veal, and beef (No pork though, you don't dig on swine) you promptly passed out from all those products being heavily drugged.

When you woke up he was sticking needles into you and had you strapped to a table. He claimed he wasn't going to do anything except some tests, but you highly doubted that since he also had scalpels nearby. He figured he could successfully duplicate Moreau's experiments by using your DNA or something.

You didn't let him get that far though. The good doctor forgot how strong you were and you easily broke the straps with minimal effort on your part. Your revenge was quick and terrible. In fact you killed him…that is if his assistant Igor (Who had later come home to find his master lying on the floor with his throat ripped open and his arm ripped off) hadn't got his heart started again with a major jolt of electricity and sewed him back together.

Needless to say he wasn't the really the same after that, but Igor's "quick thinking" lead Victor to the idea of his first creation Frankie, then later Mary. In fact those two were probably his way of attempting to get back at you for killing him and it probably worked to a certain degree.

Of course you weren't the one who had to piss and shit into a bag for the rest of his life.


[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 enter the village

[Assistant]
You enter the village, taking your BB gun with you and some of your other stuff.

The villagers see you, but don't attack. They're more curious than anything, especially with all the wonderful things you're carrying, suddenly you got a million hands grabbing at you.

You let them take the stuff, which they seem pretty pleased about. They give you some precious gems in return! You tell them, you have more gifts for them. You run out to your car, get more stuff and give it to them. This earns you more gems AND a chance to sleep with the chieftain's twin bisexual daughters!

You fuckin' rule!

In fact you rule so much, they think of you as some kind of god. This isn't as fortunate as you might think...

It seems they want to EAT you, and become one with their god. They believe since you are a supernatural being, killing your body will be of minor consequence to you. Nothing could be further from the truth!

Grabbing your clothes you begin running butt ass naked through the jungle with the entire tribe chasing you, whooping it up. They think this is a fuckin' test!

[User] You run!

[Assistant]
As you run you attempt to avoid protruding branches that could severely damage your tender bits.

As you get to the shore you trip over a piece of hemp rope. Sonofabitch! This is that Styrofoam Island! As the natives close in, you get an idea to start picking at the hemp rope. It works! You have successfully unraveled the piece that you were standing on from the rest of the island.

The natives shout something at you in an indecipherable language (Which is odd since they were speaking perfect English when you were friends with them) as you make your good escape on the drifting Styrofoam. You put your clothes back on and wait to reach the mainland.

The tribe suffers greatly however. They think they've failed a great test and commit ritualistic mass suicide.


[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 sit tight

[Assistant]
It is a miserable Christmas. All day the snowstorm rages and you are convinced that all of you will die out here. Patrick Breen's friend Patrick Dolan goes next. He becomes delirious with hunger, tearing off his clothes and racing out into the storm: it is with great difficulty that William Eddy gets him under control and physically forces him back. He is held down until he becomes increasingly quiet and eventually dies. Poor Lemuel Murphy dies next: he showed great courage and endurance for a boy of twelve. Like Dolan he becomes delirious and his sister Sarah Foster tries to distract him with a story about the moon, tears in her eyes. Eventually he too slips away into the endless night.

The cold is overwhelming you and you want to do nothing but shut your eyes. It occurs to you that if you can just get some sleep you will feel stronger when you wake up and better able to handle the cold, which is piercing your bones like a knife.

What do you do?

[User] You shut your eyes

[Assistant] The darkness overwhelms you but you couldn't care less. Everything is numb, faded and blurred and all you want to do is sleep. So you shut your eyes and drift down, down into the darkness and escape from this world of pain and terror.


[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 let him regain his fighting stance

[Assistant] He quickly regains his fighting stance, raising his weapon. The fight only lasts another minute, with you barely blocking the next few of his attacks. Eventually, he sweeps your legs and he falls to the ground. Gruzub raises his sword and swings it, smashing into your chest. You attempt to rise to Gruzub's surprise, so he quickly kicks you in the head, and you fall into unconsciousness...

[User] You awaken

[Assistant]
You awaken in the Shaman's hut. You wounds are bandaged and you're covered in various ointments, creams and bandages meant to speed up healing. You groan, and get out of the bed. The Shaman walks over to you, checking your temperature.

"You shouldn't be walking around." The Shaman says.

"Fuck you." You grunt.e way."

"I couldn't kill you. You deserve a much longer, slower death at the hand of someone not as strong and good-lucking as me."

"Fuck you, Gruzub." You laugh.

You grab the softest woolen tunic you can find and put it on. You walk outside, and wince at the bright son. You spot Gruzub, wearing freshly acquired beads and necklaces to indicate that he is the new chief. He grins when he sees you.

"Mazkil!" He rushes over to you, and hugs you.

You wince as his hug tightens, but manage to show no pain.

"How's your new promotion?" You ask.

"It's boring. Papa always made being a Chieftain out to be fighting, fucking, eating and drinking. I've just been given the job of organizing crop rotations."

You laugh, and pat him on the back.

"Sorry to hear. Thanks for not killing me, by th

"Seriously, you should've won that fight."

"Maybe." You shrug. "Tell me somebody at least shot that goddamn eagle."

"It left before anyone could. And I was talking about when I lost my helmet."

"I considered it, but decided that I'd prefer to let you organize the... what did you call it? Crop rotations?"

"Yeah."

You stand in silence for a few minutes, staring at the rising sun.

"What do you plan to do, Mazkil? Will you stay here and help the tribe?"

"No, the tribe is your place. I want to travel. The Kingdom of Man are desperate for new soldiers to help them fight the Elves."

"Hmmm... When are you leaving?"

"Soon. Very soon. I don't want to have to go through the whole goodbye deal with the tribe."

"I understand."

Once again, you brother pulls you in for a hug.

"I'll miss you."

[User] Three Days Later...

[Assistant]
You walk on the road, the village behind you. Your sword is one your back with a bag of some food, water and goods.

The Kingdom of Man is recruiting soldiers for the Royal Army. They're planning to attack the Elves again, and want as many men as they can. You could receive good pay, free weapons and equipment and possibly make a name for yourself there. You've always hated the Elves, anyway.

Time to become a Soldier.

[User] You join the Royal Army

[Assistant]
The Path of the Soldier

It takes three days to find the nearest Royal Army Fort, a large stone castle surrounded by a village and a large series of tents where the men stationed here are staying. When you arrive and say you wish to join up, you're given a new steel sword, a large shield, some polished plate armor with the symbol of the king on the chest plate and a small starter's wage. You're told as an orc, they assume you've already trained in warfare; a racist, yet accurate assumption, so you'll need no new training. You're given a bed in Beast Regiment, which you're told is the only regiment that can afford to take extra men.  You quickly realize this is bullshit, as Beast Regiment is the only regiment to hold Orcs.  You recognize Black Horn, Gold Tusk, Dead Eye, Iron Flame, God Killer, Hardclaw and Bearfoot Orcs all there,sitting around a hearth in a small stone barracks. One of the larger orcs, who wears a shiny helm with the Gold Dragon, the symbol of the King, on it.

"Greetings, recruit. I am Captain Darruk. Name and tribe."

"Mazkil Boarsbane, Red Blade."

"Ah, the Red Blades are still alive, are they? Had a Red Blade a couple years back, who managed to behead a dragon. He just ran up, jabbed it in the eye a few times and took a swing. Darkin Dragaonskull. Hell of a sooldier. Perhaps you'll be as good if you do what I say and don't cause any fights, but make sure to end any we get in."

"Sure thing, sir." You struggle with the sir part, but you assume it'll get easy over time.

"Sir? Ha, you're already using sir. I think you'll impress me, Mazkil."

You notice a massive Orc that towers over the rest of you, his armor covered with what you assume are kill notches. You make sure to keep an eye on him. You find your bed, and collapse on it. It only takes a few minutes before you're allowed to fall into a dull, dreamless sleep.

[User] Two Weeks Later...

[Assistant]
You march through Elf territory with a little over 50 other Orcs, marching through a hilly area with some trees. You've been sent with Karn Deathreaper, the massive orc with the notched armor, to investigate a small Elf War Party. You've yet to experience any real combat, with your previous time here simply being maneuvering into flanking positions to force the enemy to retreat and moving forward. Still, the sun is particularly red, so you there'll be a battle today with Gorgok watching.

"Orcs! Halt!" Karn screams, and you stop moving.

Karn Deathreaper truly earned his name. The amount of enemies he's slain is among the hundreds if not thousands. He's a fearsome creature, and you can't wait to see him do battle.

"The sun wishes us good luck. We'll do well in the battle." One of the Orcs near you says happily.

"Cease your superstitions, Nagrak. We might not even fight today." Another replies.

"One can hope." Nagrak eagerly replies.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen Orcs are dead. You see six Elves standing on top of the hills, light golden armor and long blond hair holding bows.

[User] You raise your shield in defense

[Assistant]
You raise your shield, and three arrows thuds into it.

"Orcs! Regroup, and keep those shields up!" Karn screams.

You huddle together, and as a group begin rushing uphill rapidly towards the Elves. The Elves fire a few more arrows at you both, but quickly turn heel and run. You reach the summit of the hill and watch as the Elves disappear into a small woods down the hill.

"Come on, Orcs! We follow them and make sure the worms can feast on Elf Flesh tonight!" Karn yells.

[User] You follow Karn into the woods

[Assistant]
Karn lets out a war cry and breaks into a full sprint towards the woods. You follow, your shield covering your chest and your sword raised. As you burst through the trees and run through the undergrowth, you hear a yell.

"Fire!"

Arrows fire down from the trees. After ten seconds which you spend huddled together with your allies, arrows thudding into your shield, half of your group is dead. Then, Elves Warriors with short swords heavier armor than the archers, though still a lot lighter than yours, coming to wipe out the unprepared, cowering Orcs that remain.

[User] You act defensively to protect yourself

[Assistant] You bring up your shield and raise your sword. The warriors quickly take advantage of the situation, attacking the unprepared Orcs attempting to take shelter from the arrows. One of them goes towards you, and swings. You block his sword with your shield and repeatedly jab him through the stomach, the third stab penetrating his armor and going through his stomach, which after a few more stabs kill him.By the time the Orcs manage to fend off the Elven Warriors, they're barely a dozen men, including Khan. The Elves outnumber you, but only slightly, and they clearly either don't like their odds, or figure they've killed enough of your allies today. The warriors quickly turn and go sprinting off into the woods.

[User] You follow the Warriors

[Assistant] You quickly follow the warriors, breaking into a sprint. You refuse to let them escape. After a few minutes, the warriors pause and turn. You realize none of the other Orcs have followed and you're on your own. You raise your sword to fight, but the warriors charge. You swing your sword and manage to decapitate one, before receiving over a dozen stabs to the chest.


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
There is no reason to wait. once the guards are dead, the other two are not even a threat and you can get all the information you need from them before you eat them.

You lunge suddenly and punch one guard cleanly in the jaw. You are not a trained fighter but with your superhuman strength and speed you still hit like a professional heavyweight. You watch the man go unconscious immediately but the momentum tips him over the rail and he falls from the silo. You are already spinning though. The other guard starts to react and the woman starts to scream but you are too fast and punch the guard in the throat before slamming him into the ground and snapping his neck, the haze around his mind vanishes instantly. Seconds later you notice the haze from the first guard vanish too "The fall finished him off then" You think as you turn back to a horrified and crying woman.

"Oh don't worry, I wont kill you right away, I will keep you and the other one alive for a few days, I need information afterall." You grab her and she is unable to resist your sheer strength ans you pull her through the hatch and toss her over the railing and into the silo. The man tries to intervene but you are again to strong and he is tipped over too. You leave them down there while you take the time to bring both bodies and guns inside, leaving no trace of your fight visible and begin feeding on one of them.

You vaguely hear sobbing from the woman below and the man alternating between cursing you and comforting her but what does it matter? They are just prey after all. Finally your hunger is sated and you look down at them, leaving the blood smeared on your chin from your feeding. "So our roles are somewhat reversed then?" You call down.

THe woman is clearly too distraught to answer right away so the man does "Harbinger, that's what you are!" he says it like an isult but it is a compliment really, you are better than them after all. "Indeed, that is one of my names" you reply with a smile "You made this rather easy for me too, trusting a stranger like that, tut tut."

THe woman then pauses her crying long enough to speak up "But you saved me, you were horribly wounded doing it!" You just smirk. "Random luck for you, I was actually intending to kill you when I noticed the mutants too late, had to kill them first or they would have torn me apart while I attacked you. Giving me enough time to begin healing up was nice though" you say as you remove your temporary bandage and show your wounds already well on the way to healing. "Now, you will be telling me where this little colony of yours is before you die. You'll find I can be fairly persuasive when needed.

The man clams up and the woman goes back to sobbing.

[User] You kill the woman and the man now, screw the information, you know where to find to compound alone

[Assistant]
You look down at the two of them and run through a plan in your mind "The compound is about two days walk North, it is a walled community and still defended. That means it will be on a main road and I will see smoke from fires soon enough. I have no need for them to live."

You pick up one of the rifles and look down at them "Change of plans, I know where the compound is and don't need to torture you. Take this as a blessing, I'm really being rather nice considering the alternatives."

It takes you three shots since you aren't the best with guns but they lie dead in the silo, sources of food for once the guard is gone. You spend the rest of the day feasting on human flesh. and sleep through the night with no hunger bothering you for the first time in an age.

Morning comes with more feasting, as does the rest of the day, and the next. All in all you spend 4 more days there eating every good bit of meat and organ off the four before finally setting out North "This is the only road in the area and it heads North, I am practically guaranteed to find their little community just by following it" You think as you set out, pack on your back we a few leftovers and your bat swinging in your hand.

[User] You northward with killing on the mind

[Assistant]
You start out North with a swing in your step. You are full to bursting with energy from eating the humans, all your wounds are healed up and you know where to find a whole group of humans just waiting to be eaten. "What more could a man want!" You say aloud to the surrounding fields.

Having gorged yourself over the past few days they hunger is staying low to nonexistent and you know it will stay that way for a few days more. Not that you would pass up another meal, best to stay ahead of these sorts of things.

After a few hours you begin testing your powers again. You were able to get your senses to reach further than before and had some fun controlling the shamblers in the barn while you feasted but you need to try something more difficult. Something like the mutants that you fought near the silo. If you can control them, then you will have a force to be reckoned with!

You keep stretching your senses out and find shamblers in small groups or singly but not anything stronger than that. You assume the mutants must be further off road and you might have to go searching for them.

[User] You it's worth the time and effort, go searching for mutants

[Assistant]
Shamblers are not really fighters, those mutants you fought with however, those could fight.

You head off the road to the West, that seemed to be the direction the others came from and you know the humans were being most careful out that way. By lunchtime though you have found nothing new. Just the usual scattered shamblers and no signs of anything else. It is possible that the two you fought were the only ones in this area "Maybe they are territorial like before they died and killed off other mutants? Guess I should actually learn more about the infected if I want to control them all" You think as you take a break for lunch and eat more meat strips.

You decide that even if you want mutants, you may as well practice controlling some shamblers full time so reach out for the nearest ones. You stretch out your senses and invade the shamblers minds. It is so much easier than before and you take control of 8 of them, forcing them to follow you as you progress through the fields. 8 was a little tricky and after a few hours you find your headache growing and your nose starts bleeding again so you take a break, relaxing your hold on them while you snack on a piece of meat, wondering which human you ripped it off.

It takes a couple of hours for the headache to begin subsiding and you set out again, by nightfall you are exhausted and the headache is throbbing with a vengeance. You relax your hold once more and climb into a ditch to sleep, you are in too rough a shape you look for anything else.

You wake well after dawn, that means you slept right through the night again, you are going to have to be more careful from now on if you are going to be asleep for that long.

You do however notice two things; Your headache is gone, and your shamblers have not moved an inch. You gently feel for them and it's almost as if you still have a small connection to their broken minds, you gently push a command for them to walk and they obey instantly "I see, so I must force my mind over them at the start but once I am in control I can relax and they still follow ymy commands!"

Happy with the progress the sleep has given you, you set out again, once more having your shamblers following you from a distance, through the fields and ditches, but now you don't concentrate on them constantly, just gently send out commands and instantly feeling them respond to your will. You grin to yourself "This is going to be easy".

You keep going in a haphazard fashion to the West until nightfall and find the second floor of a barn to use as a bed for the night.You think about the situation and realize that without you  killing them off, that the scavenging team will be due back in a day or two at the most, and you wont beat that time back now so they will be suspicious either way.

[User] You keep searching for mutants, if they are going to be suspicious either way, you want good minions to fight them

[Assistant]
You keep heading West the next morning and finally spot a large grouping of buildings in the distance. Once you get closer you see that it must have been a large farming complex before the infection. Several houses are spread out, surrounded by barns and various buildings you assume had something to do with raising farm animals though your lack of knowledge regarding farming prevents you from working out exactly what that was.

You start being more careful as you approach and sure enough you begin sensing something different than before. haziness in one of the barns that you do not recognize. "Jackpot, something other than humans and shamblers is here, it better not just be some Goram crazy though" You think as your edge closer and closer.

Finally things resolve. there are two things in there that you cannot identify along with a shambler. This confuses you at first but shortly after the strange things move closer and the shambler's mind vanishes "And now at least they have eaten" You think as you finally judge yourself close enough to try and take them over.

You reach out with your mind at one of them first and find it instantly. It's mid is definitely different from anything before, feral and pulsing with instinct but not the same emotions or remnants of intelligence as other minds you had sensed before. You force you will on it and find it fighting back. You can feel the headache starting and push harder as you feel it now trying to flee you attack, leaping around the barn. Finally though you force your control over it and it settles down as your slave. The other one has reacted too though and you realize it is headed your way. Once more you lash out, but this time completely confident of your ability to take it over and the confidence seems to matter and you take it over is seconds.

You now control two mutants, and from their minds, they are two more large mutant cats "Must have been the farm's ratters" You think as you command them to finish eating the shambler in the barn before following you back East. Your headache is terrible and with the accompanying nose bleed you would rather they didn't have hunger on their minds when they were looking at your back.

You have no need to worry though and the next morning they are behaving in the same way as the shamblers you control. docile and waiting your commands. You smile to yourself, this attack was going to be easy.

It is not long after that you notice the faintest hint of smoke in the distance

[User] You waiting for nightfall

[Assistant]
You look carefully as you approach. The walls are High, maybe 10 foot high and 12 with the railings, the spikes on the top were surely ornamental before but they have been sharpened now into points and you can see men with guns looking over the walls at various points. They are clearly the guards as they are holding guns however they are also clearly relaxed. they probably haven't had any real excitement since the raiders died out a few years back.

It is not long before you have moved right around to the rear of the little community and see that the walls appear exactly the same the entire way around and that there are guards on every wall. You'll have to wait for nightfall. You spend the next few hours carefully maneuvering your shamblers in closer to the community and snacking on meat strips. "Almost out of meat, seems the more I eat humans, the more the hunger grows. Ah well, a feast is coming soon enough." You begin salivating at the though of eating all the humans in the community in front of you. Your senses tell you that there could be as many as 40 in there.

You will have to improve you abilities to number humans at a distance but for now the numbers match your expectations and you settle in to wait.

[User] You attacking in the moonlight

[Assistant]
You wait as midnight comes and goes and give the new guards on the walls a couple of hours to get comfortable and sleepy before you make your move. The moon is out in a beautiful crescent, looking every bit like a blade cutting down at the little community ahead of you. The light it provides is more than enough for you to see clearly but you know it isn't enough for the guards who have lit torches on the railings "They have lit themselves up like candles but the light will blind them to my approach!" You think to yourself gleefully as you move closer with the six shamblers near you.

You are within a few metres of the first guard when you realize the problem. You can get over the wall easily but the shamblers will never make it. You hiss at yourself for being so stupid and take a few minutes to send them all round to the ditches near the front gate along with the mutants. You will have to open it to get them inside to fight for you.

You move to a dark spot between the torches and leave your bat and pack against the wall before jumping up incase they banged against somthing and gave you away. You reach the railings easily and swing yourself over in one smooth movement, landing quietly on a wooden platform behind the walls "Smart, they built a little walkway all the way around for their guards" You think as you sneak back towards the guard you were near before. He had seemed extra sleepy earlier, and sure enough, you find him napping.

Two steps into the light from the small torch and you have and hand clamped over his mouth and the other around his throat, crushing his windpipe. It gives way with a pop and you finish him off by snapping his neck. The hunger surges up but you have to ignore it for now. You can feast once you have control of the entire compound.

You start sneaking along the walkway toward the next guard and once more find a sleepy man, relaxing in his chair in the torchlight, you smile to yourself, they had become too lax in the peaceful times after the raiders all died. You once more move in close and before the man even wakes up enough to react you have you hand over his mouth and throat. You clamp down, crushing his windpipe but as you feel it give way, you hear the thump of his heel hitting his chair. You quickly snap his neck but the damage is done and the chair tumbles off the edge and into the compound before you can stop it.

You swear to yourself and you hear the noise it makes but you know it wasn't really that loud, You almost think you got away with it when you hear the next guard calling out "Hey Kiel, you fall asleep again!" You quickly drop to the ground, the guard wont take long to get suspicious when their friend does not reply so you need to get the gates open fast.

You sprint between the houses, luckily finding most quiet and dark and come to the main gate. there are two guards here, one either side of the gateway and they are awake and chatting to each other. But you hear the shout going up. The guard has found the body. "Kiel is dead! we have intruders! help!" You swear and rush towards the gate, leaping up and vaulting yourself onto the walkway behind one of the guards. He saw you coming and tries to raise his gun but you are faster and a punch to the throat sends him stumbling over the wall, only to get impaled on a spike before he can fully fall. the haze of his mind already gone by the time he hits the spike. You run and leap at the second guard, but this one has had more time and you see her with rifle ready. She takes the shot as you leap and you feel the impact in your side. You are certain she just got you cleanly in the kidney as you land and start punching her, not giving her time to work the bolt action for another shot.

She shot you though and the hunger fills your mind with anger as you punch her repeatedly in revenge, even though she was dead after the second hit. The shouts of humans running brings you back from your rage and you can sense the minds of several humans headed your way. You leap down and wrench the wooden bar off the gate, swinging it open.

"Time for vengeance!" you think as you order your horde inside and lean up against the wall for a moment to stop your own bleeding. You will easily survive this, but it is still not trivial, you will need a few moments to bind it before you move.

You simply order your horde to attack while you tear a strip off your shirt to stuff into your wound when you hear the shots starting and feel your horde reduce in number quickly. You look up to see the humans aren't all carrying bold action hunting rifles or pistols, several have assault rifles and they are tearing your shambler horde apart with ease, the mutants are doing damage in return though and each has already downed a human.

[User] You your wound has to wait, support your horde before it is too late

[Assistant]
"Gorram automatic weapons!" you say as you drop you attempts to stop your own bleeding and charge the men shooting at the shamblers.You quickly pass the slow cannon fodder as see that two of those still standing have assault rifles and need to be taken down fast, your mutants have also easily killed a man each but they are stopping to feed and at risk themselves because of it. You quickly send to order to attack humans relentlessly, only feeding once they are all dead and leap at the closest human.

You clearly take him by surprise with your speed, bullets pass you by but luckily none hit as you plow right into the man knee first, feeling his ribs crack and sending him flying backwards. You can sense that he is still alive but you doubt that he will be moving any time soon. You spin and land a heavy punch on the next man, knocking him out cold before he can even get an aim at you. You feel two more human minds vanish behind you and glancing back you see the mutants mauling two more before moving on "No more automatic weapons now" You think as you shove the last man standing towards the shamblers as be desperately tries to reload his rifle.

Then you feel one on the mutants flash in pain then vanish. looking over you instantly see it on the ground, bullet wound to the head. You search for the cause and see two of the wall guards, one still aiming down her gun at your dead mutant. You snarl, they were going to pay for that. The second guard grabs the woman "Briar, you killed it, now let's go!" and the both start running along the platform to the rear of the compound.

You give chase and  know you can cut them off if you run through the buildings quickly enough. You start dodging through, hearing gunfire still happening and know that other humans had finished off the last of the shamblers at the gate, but your second mutant and 3 shamblers were already loose between the buildings, hunting for humans.

You rush out the side to see the two you are chasing jumping down and running for what looks like a bunker hatch where other humans are already gathering.

[User] You chase them down, then slaughter the others as well, they killed your new pet

[Assistant]
You Rush after them "They die for killing my pet!" You snarl in your mind as you rush towards them, covering the ground inhumanly fast. You quickly catch the man and backhand him aside then lunge after the one he called 'Briar' she was the one who shot your pet. You even imagine how good your revenge will feel as you snuff her life out.

Sadly though you never consider that when you move with inhuman speed in front of humans with guns currently fighting infected that they will assume you are indeed inhuman.

The first bullet misses but the second catches you cleanly in the side of your chest right before you reach Briar and it knocks you off your stride. You stumble to your knee, feeling the internal bleeding start, you've been shot twice now and you are definitely reaching your limit even with your regenerative capabilities.

You sense a movement and looking up you see Briar turn to you and raise her gun "You killed claw!" She says as she is about to fire, but she killed your pet and is standing close to you. You lunge upwards as she fires, her bullet tearing through your chest but you have momentum and manage to punch her in the throat before you collapse.

You can feel the blood draining from you now and know you wont get up again but you are also looking right at Briars face. You both know you killed the other as you see her choke to death and she watches you bleed out.


[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] Next day...

[Assistant]
FRIDAY

"Wakey wakey sis." You hear a voice say.

You slowly open your eyes and at first see what looks to be a man standing in front of you holding a shotgun. Your first instinct is that it's Johnny, but then after the blur of your eyes clears a bit, you see that it's your sister Kelly.

Looks like she's still hostile to you as well considering she's pointing a shotgun at you. You don't know why, but then has she ever needed a reason?

You look at your pistol on the floor near the couch you're sleeping on and Kelly just shakes her head.

"I guarantee you wouldn't make it sis. I suggest you don't even try…heh I doubt you'd have the balls to go through with it anyway. I have to admit when I came up here to get something from my room, I didn't expect to glance over this way and see you sleeping here."

Up? Where the hell would she come "up" from? You're in the basement now. Kelly's blocking your doorway, but you think you can make out a glowing light source coming from the basement floor beyond. And then it hits you.

"…he moved the fucking shelter entrance in the house? And it's been right near my goddamn room all this time?" you ask.
"Hey hey! It's about time you used that blonde head of yours other than taking up space!" Kelly mocks.

Well you know where the entrance is, but unfortunately you've got bigger issues now. Kelly pointing a shotgun at you is concerning to be sure and makes you think back to what you saw in the garage. Peter and the other man's body. Their bodies were beaten and their necks were broken. Kelly certainly has the strength and the skill to do such a thing. Kelly's always been hostile to you and barely civil to your other sibling, but to actually kill one…

"When did you find out? When you killed Peter?"
"Pfft. I've always known. Crazy old Ben thought he was being so sneaky moving the goddamn entrance around all the time, but I knew where the fuck it was nearly every time. He had just moved the entrance again a few days before he blew away his family and himself. I'm just surprised YOU never accidently found it given that you lived practically right near the fucking thing for years. If the entrance was any closer you would've been sleeping in the damn thing."

Kelly continues to address you while briefly looking over her shoulder.

"As for Peter, that little faggot managed to find out where it was and thought he was going to hide out from the current shitstorm in it with his boyfriend or whoever that other faggot he was with. Had to convince him that he had to go, he didn't listen and tried to resist and well you saw how that turned out."

Kelly briefly shifts a bit in your doorway, but still holding the shotgun firmly on you of course.

"So where's that little whore Donna? Heard you moved in with her. She come with you? Julie maybe? Both? How the fuck did any of you survive the week?" Kelly asks.
"I'm here by myself Kelly. I have no idea what happened to Donna, or Julie for that matter. I…I think they're probably dead." You say.
"Mmm, well you'll soon be joining them." Kelly remarks and raises the shotgun as if she's trying to get a more precise aim.

Terror wells up inside you.

"Wait! Can't you let me go? I mean I'll take Peter's car and leave! You'll never have to see me again! I mean you can't have mercy on me just this once?" you exclaim and tears forming in your eyes.

Kelly smiles sadistically and laughs.

"God, you really are as stupid as you are pathetic. You know that? If I let you leave, do you really think you could survive out there with no supplies? How long would you be able to last without resorting to trading your own ass for safety? Not long I'd wager and that's assuming you don't just get raped and killed first or ripped apart by those freaks. I'm doing you a favor sis." Kelly remarks.

You start to cry as you realize that this is it. You're going to die.

"Oh for fuck's sake, will you stop crying and be fucking brave for once in your life? (Sigh) Fine, you want me to show you mercy? Here." Kelly leans her shotgun against the wall nearby.

At first you think she's going to spare your life, but you soon learn it's just another sick game.

"Okay sis, despite my undying hatred for you, I'm going to give you ONE chance just because out of all our siblings, I still think you were the one with the most potential. It's just too bad you wasted it. So, here's your second chance. Try to grab your pistol before I can grab my shotgun."
"But…(sniff) you're right next to your shotgun, you can grab it a lot easier than I can grab the pistol. You'll kill me before I even can reach it." You say.
"So what have you got to lose? You're going to die anyway, so try to stop me."

You don't say anything. You just quietly weep a bit at your situation. You thought you were safe, but how wrong you were. You really wish Johnny was here, but there's not going to be a rescue this time.

"Goddamn it Suzy, if you don't make a move, I'm gonna just…shit!"

You react while Kelly is in the middle of her sentence. You scramble for the weapon and you actually manage to touch it and then a loud blast is the last thing you hear.


[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 stand your ground

[Assistant]
No way in hell you're going to hide, you're a good shot, (At least you used to be, you haven't practiced in awhile) you figure you can get enough of them, while taking cover and everyone else here doesn't have to be defenseless.

"Everyone grab some sort of weapon! Mothers grab your children and run to the shelter, when you get to the bottom jam the door open so it can't come back up!" before she can even say anything you turn to Nina, "Nina! No arguments! Just do it!" you then kiss her before she does what you say.

The bikes are getting closer. There's at least ten, each with a driver and a partner riding in the back. There's some sort of bloody head on the front of the first bike...its Leon's.

You can only guess the fate of Brenda and Todd were similar. Then you hear one of them yelling.

"YEEEHAAA! THERE IT IS! JUST LIKE THAT BITCH WE RAPED AND KILLED SAID! ATTACK!"

You fire a couple times hitting a driver, the bike and its riders go flying into a couple other bikes. Not bad, in fact better than you expected. Unfortunately they're shooting at you now too. You duck for cover while everyone else does likewise, some getting shot in the process.

The remaining bikers attempt to circle around and open fire, but now everyone has adequate cover, so most of the bikers in the "bitch seat" get off to be a little more thorough.

The shelter people and the bikers clash. Not all the bikers have guns, but they've been surviving on the road long enough to be better fighters. Many of your people are going down, and you're the only one who seems to be able to do any damage to these invaders. You manage to blast three more in the chest.

Soon you're out of ammo, and it couldn't have come at a worse time. Some monster motherfucker starts attacking you with a spiked bat, landing it right in your leg. You punch him out before collapsing in pain. You attempt to pull the bat out, but then you're kicked in the face and thrown into the path of a speeding motorcycle which rides over your arm. You're not going anywhere; in fact the only thing that saves you from a follow up death blow is the fact that Nina and all the mothers come back up to the surface with weapons to help defend against the attack. Nina grabs your pistol which you dropped and loads it up with a clip you left down in the shelter and blasts the giant biker's brains out.

Seeing many of there comrades dead and reinforcements arrive on your side, the remaining bikers sound a retreat and ride off. Much has been lost this day though; the shelter's population has severely been decimated, not to mention the confidence in staying on the surface.

After this event, all ideas of rebuilding on the surface are abandoned. The shelter has more than enough supplies and room now for everyone considering this last attack. Of course that problem is only going to pop up again in the future when the population replenishes itself again. Maybe not in your lifetime, but certainly in Jack's. He can't stay here, he's going to have to go out in the world and learn how to deal with it. And you make sure he's better prepared than you were.

You stop Jake's training in learning about the computer system; it won't do him any good. Instead you make him do physical training in the shelter gym. You've never used the thing, but he's sure going to. You can't directly train with Jake since you're basically crippled in one leg and arm, but you can motivate and that's what you do. Nina doesn't exactly like it, but she sees that one day the shelter is going to need someone to get more supplies.

As years pass you eventually start succumbing to your damaged body's inability to continue this life. Jack is now a young man, the shelter's population is starting to grow again, and the shelter's supplies are running low. You say your goodbyes to Nina, telling her you love her and ask to see Jack as you lie in your bed.

"Jack, you're going to have to leave this place soon one day. Whether you decide to leave permanently or you decide to come back with supplies to keep this place going, is up to you. But you are going to have to leave it. You understand?"
"Yes Dad."
"(Cough) Good, now here. Even though you're a tough guy who knows how to defend himself, you'll still be needing this when you go out there. Wish you could practice with it, but it only has one clip left and you'll be needing all the bullets you can get."
"Well I did practice my aim by throwing some scalpels at a human diagram, if that's any help."
"Couldn't hurt. Glad to see you're inventive, you'll need that up there. Okay, I think that's it…I hope I taught you enough."
"You did Dad."
"Good. Now leave me, I ache all over and I need to rest."

Jack leaves you where you have your last moments of solitude before leaving this mortal coil.


[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 try to lose them in the undergrowth of the forest

[Assistant]
You turn, rushing off the road as you leap off the tarmac onto the dirt of the forest floor. You keep your run fast and steady, boots crushing leaves and twigs underfoot as you maneuver through the trees, trying to keep at least somewhat parallel to the road so you don't end up lost in here. You push your way through the thin branches as quickly as you can, as they gently slap and snag at your clothes. You ignore the pain, barreling forward.

However, it's not long before the other creatures are left on your tail, having caught the scent of your blood and the sound of you trampling over branches and leaves. It's not long before the howls are almost behind you again, and you need to act.

[User] You keep running

[Assistant]
You sprint, running as fast as you can, your lungs burning. Your strides are now more akin to leaps as you fly through the air, charging forward. You hear the growls grow closer, the howls almost being roared right in your ears. You can practically feel the flicks of spit and blood landing on your ear from how close the werewolves' maws are when they howl into you, causing you to shiver with fright. Seconds later, a force like a truck smashes into your back, sending you crumpling to the floor with your legs shattering from the impact. You scream as the creature lands atop your legs, sending pain racing through your body as you spasm. The creature looks down at you, growling.

"My comrades are going to wipe your kind out," you spit, hoping some part of the creature understands you.

The creature's head snaps down, tearing out your throat. He begins digging into your neck, feeding on your blood and flesh as you screams become gargles.