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

[User] You keep driving to town

[Assistant]
As much as it might be tempting to go stay with Jack, you need to keep to your plan of self-sufficiency or at least an attempt at it. Staying with Jack is just a bad idea in the long term.

While he might say he isn't expecting anything, the longer you stay the more likely he's going to get resentful and the more likely you're just going to revert to your old ways. It's a recipe for disaster. Jack and his Gray Building were pretty weird anyway, better you just put all of that out of your head right now.

Living with your sister and friend won't be fun, but at least it will motivate you to get a means of employment to get the hell out of there quicker. It probably won't even be as bad as you think it will be either.

So that's it. You've made up your mind, set a goal and you're going to stick to it. You actually feel a little good about that.

"And fuck Peter, I'm keeping this damn car. Peter's stolen enough of my clothing over the years that I already paid for his damn vehicle." You mumble to yourself.

Now you feel even better. So much so you're smiling.

With your thoughts getting comfortable with risk and leaving behind thoughts of doing the "safe" thing you continue back to town.

You must drive for hours and never see another car on the road. It's sort of eerie, especially as it starts to get dark. At least you don't have to worry about traffic though.

As you get within the distance of the town, you wonder just how fucked up it's gotten since you left, or if order has been restored. You remember Jake mentioned marshal law being enforced in cities across the country. Makes you sort of wonder if the whole damn world is going mad or something.

Just as you get within the town's limits, you think you notice a large vehicle up head and even people. Then suddenly several spotlights shine in the direction of your vehicle and one right ahead of you. You nearly lose control of your vehicle due to the blinding light and slam on your breaks.

"HALT! BY THE ORDER OF THE U.S. GOVERNMENT THIS TOWN IS UNDER MARSHAL LAW! ALL ENTRY AND IN AND OUT IS FORBIDDEN! STOP YOUR VEHICLE FOR INSPECTION!" a loud speaker echoes.

The government has apparently decided to place your shithole town under marshal law as well, you can't imagine why, but you aren't even really thinking about that, all you're thinking about is getting the hell out of here before you get shot, rounded up into a camp or both.

"Christ, Suzy, you ARE fucking jinxed." You say and then with a deft maneuver you reverse the car and spin it around. You then slam on the gas.

Gunshots ring out and your back window is shot out. Soon the sounds of a jeep can be heard followed by more gunfire.

Your attempt to outrun the National Guard prove to be a failure as your back tires are shot and blown out causing your car to spin out of control, flip a few times and then slam into a row of tree along the side of the road.

Unlike the last accident you got into, you aren't quite as lucky and you are severely injured due to low hanging branches going right through the windshield and impaling you through the chest. By the time the guardsmen reach you, all they find is a bloody mangled corpse.


[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 investigate the Library

[Assistant]
A cold wind blows towards you as you open the library door. Though the embers in the hearth have long since died down, the pale light of the Winter's moon is enough to look around. The chamber looks empty and desolate in the bleak light, your tome lying undisturbed where you left it. Yet you immediately notice that something is wrong, the light, for one shouldn't be shining. Wooden shutters, though worn with age, are supposed to keep the night's darkness out, yet now lie broken on the floor amidst a field of splintered glass. Winter's icy breath blows freely within the ancient room.

Looking around, your gaze falls upon the portrait of Lenore, hanging on your library wall. In the strange moonlight, she looks as if she is following you with her eyes, a sad, wane smile upon her lips. Lenore, has she been haunting you tonight? You are not sure, but her spirit, or at least her memories have kept you up this night. You might actually be going insane, but you also kind of want to be able to see her again.

'Nevermore.'

A voice behind you calls out in response to your thoughts, that dreadful voice that beckoned you here, creaking with malice. You turn around, expecting an attack by your mysterious tormentor, yet the hallway behind you look grim and desolate. Then a single, feather, black as the darkest night, flutters down from above. As look up, up towards the pallid bust of Pallas high above your chamber door, you see a shadow perching there. A raven, a seemingly normal raven, is perched above the placid bust of Pallas. Yet while you look at him, he stares back with a gaze containing a bottomless abyss.

Prickles run up your spine, and icy tendrils grasp at your mind's defences. You are tired, so very, very tired after this evening. And now, gazing into that black abyss, that demon's soul, you feel a wave of desperation overcome you. Lenore, the light of your life, your eternal love, has never felt so very far away. Not even when you buried her, not even when you thought you saw her earlier, have you felt such a profound sense of loss, and hopelessness.

CAW CAW CAW

The raven, not a flutter, never flitting, utters that dreadful sound that has haunted you tonight. As if its laughing at you, laughing at your loss, laughing at your powerlessness to overcome it. The malicious shadow of death that is haunting you.

'Heartless demon!' You cry out, 'Tormentor from the nightly shore! Have you no mercy for a poor man, mourning the mem'ry of his late Lenore? Take your break from out my chest, and take your form from off my door! Leave me here in peace this evening, let me forget my sweet Lenore.'

Quoth the raven 'Nevermore'.

Tears well up in your eyes, and your knees give way beneath you. The image of Lenore, once shining and radiant, has now turned into a mockery, a shadow of her former self. That rare and radiant, saintly-clasped maiden that you once loved, whose portrait still adorns your chamber wall, shall visit you nevermore. Her memory, haunting you like a shadow of despair.

CAW CAW CAW

The raven's cry sounds one last time, mocking you, laughing at your misery. That grim and beastly devil sitting above your chamber door. Snowflakes start to whirl around you, brought in by Winter's breath, through the gaping hole in your window. In the pale moonlight, the raven seems but a shadow against the pallid bust above your door. Yet you know that he is watching you, observing you, peering deep inside your soul.

You meet its gaze once more, its piercing, dead gaze, but cannot find any remorse in it. Silently it watches, waiting tirelessly. For what, only the heavens know. Yet in that cold darkness, in those remorseless eyes, you see that whatever your actions, whatever you do in your life, whatever the cold, lonely future has in stall for you, this demon, this beast, this devil from the nightly realm, shall leave you never- nevermore.


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

[User] You stop Bobby

[Assistant]
You might be Bobby's girlfriend, but you're not his fuck toy. You're not going to just give in because he happens to be horny right now.

"Bobby, fucking STOP! Seriously! I'm not in the mood!" you say and pull yourself away from his arms.

At first he look hurt by your rejection, then his face turns to one of anger.

"What the fuck? I thought we were back together?!" Bobby exclaims.
"Exactly! We JUST got back together! I mean we got a lot of shit to talk about before we can just hop in the sack again!"
"Are you fuckin' kidding…Suzy I just told you that you don't need to worry about Diana if that's what you're still on about!"
"It's not just about her, but that's certainly part of it. It's about not treating me like some glory hole because your dick's hard!"
"Suzy, you know that's not even the fucking case. And since when are you not into me being affectionate with you? Shit, you were probably splittin' the kitten and thinking about me before I even came over here! Now maybe YOU can turn your feelings on and off, but I genuinely missed you! Excuse me if I want to express that in a physical way!"
"Bobby, I can't turn my feelings on and off, and this isn't one sided. I missed you too, but we still have things to work out before we can just continue as normal."

At this point Bobby rubs his hands over his face.

"(Sigh) You know what…fine. I'm not arguing with you. Play your little game. Let's just get your shit and get over to the compound."

Bobby's obviously mad about not getting any sex from you, but at least he isn't pointing out how you should "give it up" because he's helping you out or something similar.

Bobby grabs some of your bags and you grab the rest and the pair of you leave out the front door. Bobby silently loads your bags in the van and the pair of you gets in equally as silent.

You break up the silence by mentioning how crazy the town seems as you drive through it. And it is pretty crazy. You're seeing police cars, fire trucks, ambulances and large groups of people fighting. This has to be the liveliest this town has ever been.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about it being nuts out here." You say.
"Yeah." Bobby says.

You don't say anymore since it seems like he's content on sulking, but then he surprises you.

"Look, I'm sorry for being an aggressive asshole back there. I just got overly excited I guess." Bobby says.
"Well I suppose I can't blame you, I am pretty hot." You say which causes a smile between the both of you.

"And I want to say, I'm really glad you're helping me out by letting me move in with you." You say.
"Don't even mention it. I mean I would've wanted you to move in sooner…well anyway it's probably best we're doing this now. This compound is a lot bigger. You'll be happy to know you can have perfect solitude to yourself and not be bothered by anyone."
"Nice." you respond.
"And you're right, we probably do have a lot to talk about and we can do that and address all your concerns when we get there. We'll work everything out." Bobby says and smiles again with an optimistic tone.

For a moment there's another pause of silence and you think about how Bobby is a pretty great boyfriend in the scheme of things. So you come to a decision.

"So…you want a blowjob?" you ask.
"What?" Bobby says being caught completely off guard.
"Well I can see from here you're fidgeting with your man parts every two seconds while driving. That either means you got some severe issues with your underwear or you're still horny."
"My underwear is fine."
"Well that pretty much leaves one option. So you want one or not?"
"I always want a blowjob, but now? I mean the streets are pretty fucking crazy right now and I'm trying to concentrate on the road."
"Well you're not concentrating completely on the road now, because you're still groping yourself." You say.
"What about all that stuff about not being a fuck toy?" Bobby asks.
"Oh that was when you all over me, this is different because it's my idea." You say.
"…I'm not even going to argue with your female logic, I'm just going to say yes." Bobby responds.

"Smart boy." You say with a smile and slowly slide over to Bobby and start unzipping his pants. Fortunately there's enough room for your head so you aren't going to be constantly hitting the back of it against the steering wheel.

Considering Bobby's pretty ready as soon as you pull it out, you get right to it and start doing what…well one of the many things Bobby loves you for. You focus on the job at hand and you can hear Bobby making some sounds of enjoyment as you really start to get into it.

Any other time, this probably would've been a nice little thing for Bobby and probably a way for you to gain leverage in the next disagreement the pair of you would have inevitably had in a future about something. Blowjobs are the keystone to any successful relationship after all.

However this probably wasn't the best time to showcase your dick sucking skills.

As you're deep throating Bobby into ecstasy, he's having an incredibly hard time paying as much attention to the road. Normally he probably wouldn't have been an issue in this normally sleepy town, but with as crazy as the streets are right now, he doesn't see the fire truck barreling down the side street and smashing right into his side

Bobby's van is hit with great force and actually topples over twice. In the process you end up biting Bobby's dick off and choking on it. Bobby is somewhat lucky in that he was knocked unconscious on impact, but he's not going to survive long due to several severe wounds and that's not even including his dick getting bit off.

You're also in no condition to even move now due to several broken bones, and your last moments are gasping for breath with a dismembered dick lodged in your throat.


[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 drugs are bad mkay...

[Assistant]
You shake your head.

"It's not optional", Bob says in an angry tone.

"Kay...."


[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 take care of Diana

[Assistant]
You get up and decide you need to take things into your own hands. You are not going to spend one more night under this roof with someone who openly wants to kill you.

You catch up to William who hasn't gone far and ask him where Diana's room is.

"Left wing second floor…uh…you planning to do that thing?" he asks.
"Guess you'll find out soon." You say and walk past him.

You make your way through the house and climb a flight of stairs. As you're looking around for where Diana's room is, you hear some voices and start heading towards them since they sound familiar.

The closer you get and you recognize one of the voices as Helen. The louder voice with the abusive tone can only be Diana.

"Diana, please try to calm yourself…" Helen says.
"Calm myself? Are you a fucking idiot?! That fucking bitch is an outsider and you're seriously okay with that?! You're okay with her taking Bobby away?" Diana replies.
"But she isn't taking him away, he'll still be here…"
"Helen, you're a f…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? GET THE FUCK OUT!" Diana says when she sees you enter.

Helen turns her head and sees you and she looks scared about what's going to happen next.

"Uh…um hey Suzy…I really don't think this is a good time…" Helen remarks and tries to get in between you and Diana who is already making steps towards you.

You didn't necessarily plan on Helen being here, but given how she's been living in fear of Diana for years, you're fairly certain you can angle that in your favor. You plan is fairly simple. You're going to "apologize" but you know Diana is going to just start a fight again and in the process you're going to do damage she's going to be less likely to walk away from.

You've already clashed with her once, she wasn't nearly as tough as she makes out and you're tougher than you actually thought you were.

Survival of the fittest is going to play out very soon.

"Diana, like I said before I didn't come here to fight. I've just come to apologize if I offended you downstairs. I should've realized this is your home and I had no right to insult you."
"And like I said before I'm not interested in anything you've got to say you fucking man stealing cunt! Now get the fuck out of here before Bobby comes home to a corpse bride!"

Helen at this point is practically pushing you out the door, but you're not moving.

"Diana, are you seriously going to threaten my life again after I'm trying to make peace?" you ask.
"Suzy, please get out of here…" Helen says.
"BITCH I DON'T WANT PEACE WITH YOU! YOU STOLE MY BOBBY AWAY RAAAAAAGH!" Diana screams and charges at you. Somehow Helen manages to duck and squeeze out of the way before she's tackled along with you.

Diana is now fighting with a fury you didn't see downstairs. While she was certainly filled with rage before, now it seems like she's possessed. You catch two blows to the face before you manage to push her back and land a kick to her stomach.

Helen helplessly stands nearby calling for you both to stop, but neither of you are listening. Nearby vases are smashed, knick-knacks are knock over and even small pieces of furniture are damaged.

Eventually Diana pushes you backwards and then runs back into her room. You waste no time in chasing after her only to find that she's attempting to grab a large dagger from under her bed.

She slashes at you with it, but misses and you land a kick to her face. You then grab her and slam her into a desk causing her to drop her knife.

You go to pick it up, but Diana prevents you from doing so by crashing her bruised body into yours. The pair of you roll on the floor some more until you finally get the upper hand again and knock Diana into her window and partially through it.

Diana groans in pain, but doesn't move. The top part of her body dangles outside, and her lower back is no doubt impaled on some of the broken glass. It'll be a simple matter of you just picking up her legs and pushing her out.

Or at least it would if Helen wasn't around.

"Stop it! Stop it please! Don't kill her! She's my sister!" Helen shouts.
"Helen, this bitch has been abusing you for YEARS. Don't you think it's time for her bullying to end? Come on Helen, you know your life would be better without her. Come on, just let everyone know this was purely in self defense. You know this is the right thing." You say.

Helen looks around a moment and bites her lip. She's very unsure, but eventually she complies.

"…okay…just do it." she says and turns her head away.

You smile and go to pick up Diana's legs. You knew Helen would side against her sister.

As you push Diana out the window, that's when you realize Helen's sided against you as well. You feel a sharp pain go straight into your back. The shock causes you to temporarily unable to catch your breath as you try to reach for whatever it is that just got plunged into you.

You turn around just in time to see Helen give you a hefty shove.

"Sorry Suzy." She says and you fall out the window.

The thing is, you may have possibly still survived the fall, but unfortunately landing on your back with a big knife in it, drives it completely through the front of your chest.

As you lay next to Diana's corpse, gurgling blood and struggling to breathe you soon follow her in death.


[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 pick up some of the fragments of wood

[Assistant]
You scramble across the floor to where your bed used to be. It is now nothing but rubble, broken into multiple pieces by the pressure of the fall. Most of the fragments are too small to be of any use, but you do find a few sturdy pieces which could be used as a weapon. A weapon? Why on earth are you thinking of weapons now? The realisation comes in an instant: the world really has gone wrong. The crumbling of your island may not be the only danger which awaits you. You need to get your hands on everything you can get.

The wind is now powerful enough to shred this little piece of wood into pieces, so you hastily tuck it inside your thin tunic for safekeeping. Perhaps it will come in useful later, assuming you have a future to look forward to...

At your back, small cracks start to spread out across the walls of your house. The entire island is shaking, causing the cracks to widen.