[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 refuse and drive away from here as quickly as you can

[Assistant] The sight of this cannibal gorging himself upon the bodies of his dead comrades sickens you to no end. You're not staying here a second longer. Without hesitation, you strap yourself back into your vehicle and fire up the engines, speeding as far away from the airship as you can. You can feel the man's gaze burn into your back as you depart.

[User] You proceed

[Assistant]
You continue to fly forward for about an hour, mindful that your craft is now losing altitude at a rapid pace. The gauges on the dashboard are showing warning signs, but you still don't understand what they mean. Power? Are you losing power now? You still haven't seen a single island since the last one, and there's nowhere for you to land at all…

The vehicle falls through the clouds, and you realise you are getting dangerously close to the surface. No. No, you can't go this way. You've already seen the kind of chaos that's happening down there. You saw every little part of it with the captain on the airship. Your place is up in the sky, among an island where you belong…

Your vessel runs out of power, and now you are veering towards the rocky ground below at a deadly speed. Frantically, you try every button and dial which makes any kind of sense. Anything. There has to be something which can slow down your descent. This isn't what you wanted at all. Parachutes? Destabilisation of air pressure? No, of course not, of course this type of vehicle isn't designed for going anywhere near the surface…

You're so close to the surface of the planet now. You can see people down there. Buildings burned to the ground, screams and crying, the lava flow from an erupted volcano, mass flooding from the rising sea level…It's not a place where you could ever survive. You need to stay in the skies. You need to stay up here…

The noise from below gets louder and louder until it becomes almost unbearable. Your vehicle is not going to stop. Praying very slightly, you brace yourself for a crash landing.

[User] You proceed

[Assistant]
The impact is tremendous sending multiple shockwaves through your vehicle as it crashes into the ground, continuing forward for several more metres before coming to a grinding halt. Waves of pain wash over you, and for several long seconds you cannot move at all. You feel as if you have broken several bones in your body. Smoke billows out from the front of your vehicle, and you see that the exterior has been completely ripped apart. At the same time, it has cushioned the blow for you.

You are alive. You can hardly acknowledge the fact, but you are alive. Sparks fly from the dashboard, igniting another smaller fire within the interior, and you force yourself to get to your feet. Agony rushes through your body at every little movement, prompting a scream from your throat. You grit your teeth and keep moving. You need to survive.

You manage to force open the door. It's so badly damaged from the crash that it practically falls off its hinges. You can hear the screams from here.

The ground is blackened and burnt, and not because of the impact of your arrival. No, it was already like this. You have landed at the edge of what used to be a peaceful village. Buildings lie in ruins, farm animals lie dead on their side or half-devoured, and any crops have long since been the victim of multiple fires which raged here.

There are people around you.

They do not look like people. Humans, yes. You haven't seen a human being for a long time, but you know what a rational person look like and these are different from that. Their clothes are ripped and torn, their skin covered by a mesh of angry black spots which suggest the telltale designs of disease, and there is a frenzy in their eyes which frightens you beyond anything you have witnessed so far.

The people around you have not reacted to your crash landing. They are screaming at the top of their voices, wielding vicious blades in their hands, and killing each other on sight. Countless corpses litter the blackened ground as far as the eye can see, like the gruesome remnants of some kind of battlefield. It's as if a war is going on, but you can see here that the war is purely internal.

You see two men beating another to death with a hatchet. A crowd of children have surrounded a woman and are stabbing her repeatedly, all with the same murderous frenzy in their eyes. Three girls are gouging out the eyes of a bystander. A strange haze has settled upon this place, this peaceful village that saw no such violence before. Everything has gone out of control. You knew the situation on the surface was dire, but you had no idea that it had escalated to such extremes...

Desperately, you run for the safety of your aerial vehicle, even though there is no chance of getting it off the ground anymore. You can't take this. This is not an atmosphere in which you can survive. The people around you do not look as if they have eaten for days, a fact which hardly seems to bother them as they repeatedly murder each other on the spot with little regard as to the consequences. You are stranded on the surface of a world gone insane, and little hope remains to you at all.

You limp forward a few more steps before the pressure on your broken leg sends you crashing to the ground. The pain flares up anew, and you claw at the dirt around you. Your hands grasp at the morbid remains of a grinning human skull.

The humans turn around at the noise of your fall and shamble forward slowly, before charging towards you in a frenzy of bloodlust. All of them are already covered by vicious cuts and wounds which would usually kill a normal person, but these people do not seem to notice their injuries. They are far too gone. No semblance of reason remains in their minds. Not anymore.

The last thing you see is the irrational hatred and rage burning in their eyes, before your body is hacked to pieces by the inhabitants of the surface. Your screams are lost in a storm of mindless insanity which has already engulfed everything around you, mind and soul. You perish here, upon arrival.


[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 say "We don't need to stop them."

[Assistant]
"They're not coming here. They're looking for the vials," you reassure them. "And they won't find them." The first thing you'd done after finding Markov's stash, before you'd done anything else, was melt every single vial along with its contents down to nothing with your laser torch. "Oh, and assuming they know exactly where to look, I left a little surprise for them."

The lab had been full of all kinds of interesting chemicals, and the three of you aren't waiting too long before the sensors trained on the medical wing register a sizable explosion. A moment later, the ship that carried them is careening away, clumsily enough that a laser turret can slice it in half before the shields have a change to reactivate.

"Beautiful." Karoff grins, then squints at the screen. "And I think...yes, looks like the others may be retreating. Or moving back toward the carrier, anyhow. You musta got somebody important. That grumpy old bastard from the viewscreen, I hope."

Well done, Zee." Hinsman slaps you on the back. "Damn, will there be enough left in medical to scrape up some DNA, I wonder? There's gonna be a hell of a manhunt on once we transmit this battle report. Hope none of you were planning a vacation."


[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 letters to home (Moving out from Virtue...)

[Assistant]
Dear Mom,

This will be a quick letter, we're moving out and I can't say I'm thrilled with it.

Last time I wrote, I was talking about how bad the recent demon attacks were, well I'm sure you already heard about the demon lord Velzix being killed. I suppose this is a good thing, since its one less enemy to worry about, but I'm being sent to retake the lands previously owned by him and reports say the Necromancer is as well.

I still haven't gotten completely over what happened at Nuro. I need to be strong though since I'm probably going to be doing a lot of combat with the undead in the future.

Oddly I'm not even worried about myself so much right now; I'm more concerned about you guys. I know the Zalan Empire has been creating a lot of rules lately. Talks of seizing private property and drafts cause me to worry about you all. Never thought that on the eve of possibly facing undead hordes again, it's our own government that I have concerns about.

Argh! This is something I'd rather discuss with you in person, of course if I ever got a chance to visit every once in awhile!

Okay, the Captain's starting to call everyone.

Give my love to the rest of the family.

Your son


[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 need a hint

[Assistant] It might just look like a bunch of purple roses, but there's a three dimensional image hidden inside the painting. The trick is not to look at the picture like it's right in front of you, look at it as if you are looking at something far away in the distance. Keep adjusting the way you look at it until you can see a 3D shape very clearly in the painting. (Unfortunately this may be difficult if you have problems with your eyesight and will not work if you are blind in one eye.)


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

[User] You wait for the Men to Move On?

[Assistant]
The merchant is already dead so why waste your life fighting for him? Also running away will probably attract their attention so you hide and wait for the men to pass. After about three minutes, you see the men move on, one brags about the men he's killed as they turn a corner. As you are just about to leave, another five Turric soldiers appear from around the corner.

You are glad you didn't charge the first three or you might have been fighting eight men by now. You've got the drop on the five men but it seems like it could be really risky. You can also try to sneak away or continue to wait. You take a small breath and exhale as you make your next decision.

You creep towards the edge of the wall ready to make your move.


[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 barricade the house

[Assistant]
Things are too hot out there right now. The National Guard is parked firmly in the neighborhood; you wouldn't have a chance to get past them.

No, the best thing to do is barricade yourself in. You have enough supplies to last the remainder of the week you think.

"Okay, let's block the doors and windows the best we can. Those shots might have the National Guard over here again, but at least we can point to a viable target this time." You say.
"What about your… um sister?" Julie asks.
"(Sigh) Shit. I dunno. She's all wrapped up in bags right now, I guess I'll just throw her in the garbage can out in your backyard. It's near the door, so I won't have to linger too long."
"You really want to throw her away like that?"
"No, I don't fucking want to throw away my sister like she was just day old meatloaf, but I don't have many other options right now and if we are going to be stuck in this house for who knows how many days on end, I don't want my sister's chopped up corpse sharing it with us! Now start pushing shit against the front door and block the windows!"

While Julie goes to follow your orders, you head back down in the basement to grab your sister's remains. It takes two trips and a lot of paranoia, but you manage to get her all in the trash can without anything else attacking you or the military coming to check up on you again. You do hear a lot more shooting though, so you're guessing that maybe they're too occupied with something else. You finish up by shoving the refrigerator in front of the back door.

Julie meanwhile is trying her best. She's got the front door barricaded well enough, but the windows leave something to be desired.

"Julie, anyone could crash through those windows right now. Don't you have like hammer and nails or something laying around?" you ask.
"No, and I don't have a bunch of wooden planks either. Why the hell would I have that shit? I don't sit around thinking about how to best protect my home against a possible zombie attack!" Julie answers. Her state of agitation is vastly increasing under the pressure.
"I don't think they're dead…nevermind doesn't matter. (Sigh) Okay, you're obviously stressed. Why don't you take a break and I'll handle this. I'll try to figure out a way to better barricade this place."

Julie doesn't need you to say anymore and she immediately runs upstairs. You imagine she's probably going to pop some pills or something to mellow her out. At this point as long as she stays out of your way, you'll be able to get what you need to do accomplished.

You spend a good amount of time shoving as much furniture as you can in front of most of the ground floor windows. Something could definitely still break them and with enough force they'd probably eventually knock through the furniture, but you're confident that you'd at least have enough time to do something about it before they got in completely.

Still, the gunfire and yelling from outside hasn't stopped the whole time you're doing this, there are a couple points where you hear some explosions too, so you're not exactly feeling completely relaxed about this situation.

You then start packing "get a away" bags with as many useful items as you can, just in case you need to leave in a hurry. One of your bags that you brought hasn't even been opened and is still full of clothing. You fill your other bags with more useful items like some of the non-perishable snack food Julie has, the duct tape you were using, a few of the bigger kitchen knives, loose batteries, some of the medicine in the bathroom, etc.

You then finish up with packing a few more of your personal items and then think if you do need to leave in a hurry, it probably would be best if you could drive out of here.

You head upstairs and start calling for Julie, but when you find her, she's laying on her bed in a semi-conscious state. She took something to calm herself just as you figured.

"Julie! Julie! Does Donna have a spare set of car keys?" you ask.
"Mgh…huh…come to bed…" she says.
"Julie! I need to know if Donna had spare keys to her car!" you shout.
"I dunno…yeah…prob…dresser…" Julie utters and starts to become even less coherent.

Seeing that she's going to be of no more use for the rest of the day, you search Donna's room for her car keys and fortunately Julie was correct in that they were on the dresser.

By this point, night has fallen and while the gunfire has lessened, you still hear the occasional shot. You're a little tired from all the running around and other activity you've been doing to today, not to mention you're still wearing the clothing that you cleaned your sister up in. As much as you're hesitant to let your guard down, you absolutely feel the need to clean up.

After a quick shower, you return to being on guard for something to happen. Anything. Julie of course is peacefully asleep and oblivious to anything that's going on at this time.

You peek out one of the second floor windows and see Guardsmen still patrolling, but it doesn't look like there's as many any more and you see a pile of what are probably bodies a little up the block. It does look like things have quieted down a bit, around here anyway. Who knows about the rest of the town.

You wonder if you shouldn't sneak out and leave while things are quieter, but Julie's not in any condition to leave now. And as inept as she's been today, you can't just abandon her. You've just lost your sister, you're not going to lose your best friend as well.

You stay up late past midnight staying alert, but nothing happens. You wander back and forth through the house until eventually even you can't fight off the sleep and you return to your room and close your eyes for just a moment…

[User] Next day...

[Assistant]
FRIDAY

You are awakened by a loud explosion, a close one. One so close in fact that the force of it causes you to roll off your bed.

"Shit!" you exclaim as you hit the floor, still tired, but very much awake. You don't know what time it is, but you know you haven't been asleep very long.

You grab your pistol, which is nearby, and the smell of gunpowder, smoke and fire are immediately starting to become very strong.

You exit your room and see that your barricade of the front facing windows has been destroyed along with that portion of the house. Furniture is in pieces and some of it is burning. That isn't all that is in pieces however. You see the remains of several bodies. One bloody legs looks like it was wearing a military outfit, a couple of the other parts are of the more civilian persuasion.

You can only guess this might've been a soldier desperately trying to escape and blew himself up either on purpose or accidently in an attempt to kill the rabid things after him.

You can't make out everything from where you're standing, but the streets are swarming with hordes of those things. It would appear a "second wave" has popped up and is strong enough to overwhelm the military here.

Even Julie has woken up.

"Holy shit Suzy! What the fuck…" Julie says from above.
"Julie get whatever…"
"SUZY LOOK OUT!" Julie screams.

You react just in time to shoot one of those rabid fuckers twice in the chest. He goes down and doesn't get back up, but that's of little help since you've now just attracted even more of them and they're running in your direction.

"Julie climb out one the upstairs windows!" you shout, firing at two more rabid before running away yourself. Julie immediately runs back into her bedroom.

You'd follow her, but the burning debris makes it difficult and your own distance to the stairs isn't close enough for you to get there before more rabid come gibbering in.

You instead head for the backdoor and fire off the remainder of your bullets as you run. You might've actually managed to make out had the back door not been barricaded with the refrigerator.

You don't even get to open the back door before you're roughly pulled backwards and you feel a set of teeth sinking shoulder. This is soon followed by more teeth and your screams.


[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 try to explain yourself

[Assistant]
As usual Annah's overreacting and you just need to calm her down.

"Annah, if you could just calm down a fucking second, I'm not fucking stalking you! I happen to…" you start to say before she interrupts.
"HELP THERE'S A RAPIST IN MY ROOM! HELP! HELP!" Annah screams.
"Annah! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Annah doesn't stop screaming though and then her dog starts barking again. This causes you to try to shut her up by grabbing her, but this just makes things worse as she begins to struggle and hit you while continuing to scream. Then on top of that, her dog bites your leg again.

Realizing that she's in no mood to listen to reason and is just determined to get you out of here, you release her and shake her mutt off your leg and turn to leave. Before you get out the door though she throws something at you which hits you in the head pretty hard.

"Fuck." You utter and stumble out the door.
"I hope I cracked your fucking skull RAPIST!" Annah continues to shout.

You stagger as fast as you can out of the dorm, but thanks to the blow to your head, you're feeling pretty dizzy. Annah's shouting also drew the attention of the few others that were currently in the dorm. The fact that she screamed rape doesn't help as now every other woman in the place is screaming too.

You don't get far from the dorm when security shows up. Any other time security isn't a problem around here, but when several women are screaming rapist they come heavy.

A gunshot is heard as you're trying to flee causing you to instinctively duck, though due to your dizziness, you end up tripping and falling.

You manage to get back up and then another gunshot rings out. This one unfortunately hitting you in the back. You fall back down to the ground and don't get up again.

If you were still alive, you probably wouldn't have found it surprising that Annah cried over you for weeks apologizing that she got you killed.


[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 gather more information first

[Assistant]
Again, if you're going to move to make war on the ECS, you're going to be absolutely sure. Also you've now just upset your son and while this is very serious, you might need to employ less aggressive tactics.

"Alright, alright, Kol. I'm not mad. Calm down. In fact, you calm down as well, you're not getting sold anytime soon Layla." You say addressing the both of them.

The pair of the them begin to calm down and cease crying while you're coming up with a risky idea.

"Dad, I'm sorry I didn't tell you or mom. I'll make sure the medallion is around my neck good." Kol says.
"Actually might be time to get you a ring, however maybe not right away. Tell me more about Fel son. How is he exactly towards you? Does he scare you?" you ask.
"Um, he's kinda scary. I've never seen him. It's just like…I dunno…a voice. It's loud, but it's like whispery. I don't know if he means to be scary though."
"What do you mean?"
"He's not mean to me. He just talks to me. It's just really dark and his voice is creepy and that's scary. He says he wants to be my friend."
"Hmm, do you talk to him back?"
"Yes, I asked him if he had a mom and dad, but he just laughed and said a god has no parents. I asked him if he had any friends, and he said he just had followers in places like this temple, but said they weren't nearly as amusing as you and mom."
"Amusing? Why does Fel find us so amusing?"
"Um, he said he thinks what you did with the temple is a lot more fun than his other temples because of all those people you put in cages."
"I see. Glad we could entertain I guess."
"Fel also says that he wishes he could speak to me more often."
"And I'll just bet he wants you to go to sleep without the medallion. Tell you what, when you go to sleep tonight don't wear the medallion."
"Really?"
"Yes, you have my permission, however, and this is very important. When you talk to Fel tonight, I want you to ask him who is going to take you away so you know what they look like."
"But dad I don't want to go away! I want to stay here with you and mom! Honest!"
"Yes, I know son and I won't let anyone take you away. But this is just pretend and I want you to ask Fel anyway okay?"
"Okay."
"Kol, I think that's been enough studying for today, you can go play. Don't forget to put away your spell book though."

Kol nods and runs off with his book.

"Hope I know what the hell I'm doing." You mutter to yourself before turning your attention to Layla who is still sitting quietly and wondering what you're going to do next.

"I trust you know to keep your mouth shut about this." You say to Layla.
"Yes, of course! Who would I even tell? I don't even understand what exactly is going on." Layla remarks.
"I dunno, you might talk casually with your fellow slaves."
"I'm not exactly friends with anyone here. Ever since your wife had me looking after your son, she keeps me isolated from the rest of the slaves. If anything they probably dislike me more for having better living conditions. Sir, I swear to Ahmed I will not say anything you say or do if you don't wish it. My situation is very dire compared to my previous life, but I certainly don't want it to get any worse by angering you or your wife."
"Hm, well see that you continue with that line of thinking. In any case, you can go tell my wife that I want to talk with her and that you'll do as a sitter for Kol when needed. At least until further notice."
"Very well." Layla remarks obediently and leaves.

You wait for Vera still pondering your decision. When Vera arrives and you explain everything, she of course has her own strong opinions on it.

"What?! After everything you said and did to prevent Fel from contacting Kol, you're now saying it's perfectly fine?" Vera remarks.
"No! That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying…gah…look it's already happening and unfortunately it's probably going to happen from time to time anyway. Even if I get that enchanted ring for Kol, I can almost guarantee he's going to take it off at some point when we aren't around. Maybe he'll be curious, maybe he'll be pissed and do it to spite us. I'm already envisioning what a problem he's going to potentially be when he gets older what with his magic abilities. I'm just thinking that MAYBE restricting him too much is an exercise in failure. I know it obviously was with my parents." You say.
"Okay, I get what you mean on that, but this plan of yours still seems pretty dangerous. Not only are we risking war with the ECS, the Felians, but the god itself."
"Might as well go big. If Kol is going to speak with Fel, we might as well try to use it to our benefit. According to Kol, Fel finds what we've done with the temple to be amusing, so we can't be completely on his bad side. Look, I'm going to speak with Kol again before he goes to bed and really, this isn't going to be a regular thing. If Kol gets the information he needs, then the enchanted medallion or ring when I get it is going right back on the next time he sleeps."

Vera has a bit of apprehension in the eyes, but as usual she tend to side with your decision, which is good since you don't need to be second guessing yourself anymore than you already are in your head.

Later that night when Kol goes to bed, you and Vera both speak with him and say generally positive things to him. You also go on about the plan and to remember that no matter what Fel says, he will never love Kol as much as you and Vera will.

This seems to put the Kol at ease and he goes to sleep fairly quickly. You and Vera however definitely don't that night. The pair of you can't sleep so you both engage in the usual intimate pastime, but after that fails to completely distract you, you both go check on Kol, who is actually sleeping pretty soundly.

The pair of you watch over him for some time, though eventually you start getting a little restless and tell Vera you're going to get some work accomplished. Vera however, insists on staying with Kol.

When morning arrives, you're still awake and you check on Kol, and find that Vera has fallen asleep in a chair next to Kol, who is still sleeping. Your arrival wakes her up though.

"Wha? You're back. How long was I asleep?" Vera asks rubbing her eyes.
"I dunno, this is the first time I've checked on you both.

You son wakes up hearing both your voices.

"Mom? Dad? What are you both doing in my room?" he asks.

You immediately ask him how did he sleep and about his dreams. Naturally the boy is still groggy, but he soon answers your questions since he thankfully remembers his conversation with Fel who did indeed visit him.

Kol tells you that he asked Fel about being taken away by Fel's agents, to which he asked further questions if he was sure that was what he wanted and why. Kol tells you he didn't really know how to answer other than "I don't know"

You grimace a bit, thinking that this plan of yours probably didn't work, but apparently Fel indulged the boy anyway explaining the benefits of such a thing, oddly he also explained the benefits of staying here too. Then he told Kol that if he was really serious, he should contact a well dressed man with a thin mustache and he will be able to get him off the island before anyone figures it out since he knows what to do already.

The description already sounds like Percy.

"Kol, is that the only agent that Fel described to you? Didn't say anything about an orc?" you ask.
"No dad. Just the man." Kol says.
"That's odd. Wouldn't he have sent both of them?" Vera remarks.
"Have no idea. I can't know the mind of a god. For all we know he could be lying about everything." You say.
"Should we really start second guessing ourselves? I mean wasn't the whole plan to learn this information and act on it?"
"Yes, but…argh…this is really…fuck it, let's do this. I want those two summoned back here and tell them I'm ready to talk about a deal. I also want you to take Kol away from here and go to the armory or something with several of our best and wait until this is over."
"Do you really think you need to handle this directly? I mean we've got several people; surely it would be just a simple matter of having one of them sneakily pop them in the back of the head with a single shot. Or shit, we could just send a bunch of people to overwhelm them right now where they're staying. I mean it just seems safer for all of us."

Vera might have a point, though part of you finds this pretty personal enough that you'd rather take care of this directly.

"I…I don't want to leave you guys. I want to stay here." Your son suddenly says.
"You will son. You win." You answer reassuringly. "We're not taking any chances with them somehow escaping, I want to see this done right. I'm going to have enough people with me that the odds are going to be heavily in my favor though."

Vera reluctantly agrees to your plan, though she says she'd prefer to just ambush the pair of them.

You set things in motion and have some of your people go fetch the ECS reps. You aren't exactly sure how this is going to play out, but you put on extra body armor and armed yourself with a couple extra blades and pistols and have Marco and everyone that's going to be with you do likewise.

Honestly, you aren't sure how good your ring is going to be, but you hope it's good enough to keep you alive. If nothing else, they aren't surviving this.

Time passes and eventually Percy and Toz arrive. Percy looks as jovial as he has since he got here, while Toz looks about as grim serious as he always has. You still aren't sure what to do about him. Fel didn't mention him, but you can't imagine that you aren't going to have to kill him as well.

Looks like you'll be going to war with the ECS and you'll be firing the first shot. Really wish you could have avoided this, but that's no other way.

Percy looks at his surroundings and with a smile he begins to speak.

"I'm getting the impression, you don't want to talk about a deal with the Syndicate after all." Percy says, which causes Toz to immediately stand a little straighter and the rest of your people to put their hands to their weapons.

You don't even bother to make the pretense and pull your pistol immediately and point it at Percy. Percy doesn't seem bothered though and even puts his hand on Toz to keep him from attacking.

"You realize you're killing yourself right? And I don't mean starting a war with the Syndicate, because you aren't going to live to see that anyway. Even with your advantage and weak anti-magic ring, I…WE have more than enough power and skill to overcome what's just in this room. True, we probably won't survive, but we'll do enough damage to this entire place that when our absence is noticed, the Syndicate WILL assume the worst and send people to mop up what's left. Terrible way to do business." Percy says.
"That's a possibility I considered long before you ever showed up. However, this isn't business. This is personal." You remark.
"Oh? Interesting. Have I offended you directly in some way? Perhaps Toz here has? I know he's a little on the impersonal side, but…"
"Cut the shit. You're here to steal my son. You know about him and you're here to take him to back to your main temple. Not happening."

Percy seems surprised to hear you accuse him of this, but he soon returns to his smiling self. Toz on the other hand is showing a stone face looking like he really wants to get on with the fighting.

"Alright. Well, I can see this IS personal. On both sides. I mean I can't very well disobey a direct order from my god can I? I can only guess you must have found this out from your son who is also in contact with our shadowy lord. I wouldn't expect a godless heathen like you to understand, but if Fel is speaking to the boy then that only PROVES that he's destined for greatness! Think of it, your son is one of Fel's chosen! Surely you want what's best for your son. No harm would come to him." Percy says.
"You seriously expect me to just hand him over?" you ask.
"Yes! Because it's your ONLY logical move. I am willing to forget all this as…an over protective parent outburst. Completely understandable. I will even work out a better deal between you and the Syndicate. Your son will no doubt rise in the ranks of our order. Just think, YOU will have a powerful ally on the inside, close to the Temple of Fel in the years to come. If you ever have trouble with the Syndicate, you will able to get support from our order to smooth anything over. It seems like a winning situation for all of us."
"Perhaps, but that's still not happening."

Finished with talking, you open fire and nearly instantly you feel like everything is slowing down in front of you. You see your first bullet actually hanging in the air and then Percy moving to the left. What torchlight there was in the room, goes out completely.

You begin swearing and shouting orders, desperately trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness. You already hear noises of men being killed and unfortunately they sound like yours.

All you can make out is a bunch of dark figures struggling with each other.

You suppose you could just fire blindly and hope you get them or maybe try to retreat out the exit where there is more light.

[User] You fire

[Assistant]
You're probably going to hit some of your own people, but oh well.

You fire the remainder of your shots and from the sound of things you probably hit at least a couple people. The problem is you can't be sure who so you take this opportunity to head towards the nearest exit and at least get to a better lit area.

The entire temple to on alert anyway, so you should be getting reinforcements soon. While your ring might not seem like it's helping, you're actually moving at your own speed rather than suffering from whatever slow effects that were cast.

Unfortunately for you, not fast enough as you feel several sharp objects go into your back before you even make it out the room. You fall to the floor face first and then attempt to crawl towards the better-lit corridor, but the last thing you hear is Percy whispering

"Could have settled this a lot easier, but take solace that your bad choices will not affect your son."

Then he slits your throat.


[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 go examine the coin

[Assistant]
You walk over to where the Fool dropped the golden coin, finding it lying, shining in the dirt. You drop to your knees, picking it up and examining it.

The coin depicts an old image of two snakes, circling one another to form an 'S' shape. The snakes are biting each other's tails in a bizarre version of an ouroboros. You flip the coin over, finding yourself staring at the same image.

Huh. You suppose in a strange way, each face of the coin depicts the both "Heads" and "Tails". It seems the strange, patchwork man was fucking with you.

For a moment, you raise an eyebrow, wondering if "A coin" was the answer to that riddle. Either way, too late to ask. You pocket the coin, before standing and staring off towards where the smell of smoke came from.


[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 check the kitchen

[Assistant] You go through cupboards and find a few cans of beans. You pull the them out and place them on the counter. You hear the other guy rummaging through things upstairs.

[User] You check the refrigerator

[Assistant] You open the fridge and are greeted by a magnificent mold colony. However there are three bottles of water that can be saved.

[User] You put water on the kitchen counter

[Assistant] As you place the water on the counter you hear a shuffle and crash from upstairs. Muffled yelling from the man you entered the house with.

[User] You check on the man

[Assistant] You quickly head up the stairs and enter the room with the open door. You the man cradling his hand and cursing.

[User] You ask him what happened

[Assistant] "Was some sort of freaky looking rodent!! It bit me on my hand when I reached under the bed. I think it's still under there..." I tell him that i'm gonna lift up the bed if he will ready his crowbar to kill it. He nods in agreement.

[User] You lift the bed up

[Assistant] You lift up the bed and wait for him to have some reaction. You watch him crouch down and use the crowbar to hit some boxes and bags.

[User] You ask him if he can see it

[Assistant] "I would say something if I did" he sasses back at you. Maybe it's in one of the boxes or bags trying to hide. You are starting to get tired holding up the bed.

[User] You ask him to hurry

[Assistant] He scoffs at you and begins to wail the crow bar on the boxes and bags. We don't hear anything or see anything.

[User] You tell him you need to place the bed back down

[Assistant] He pulls the boxes and bags out with the crowbar and places them to the side. He nods at you.

[User] You put the bed down

[Assistant] You both slowly look through boxes and bags. You find a hanger and use it to poke through things.


[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 lesson One for Lena (A conversation)

[Assistant]
"And this will be your room. You can fix it how you want, but don't make a fucking mess. Also I don't know what combat skills you've learned since I last saw you, but if you're serious about this like you appear to be, you will be training under me starting tomorrow. I'm not taking you along if you don't know how to handle yourself better." You say.
"Great. It's what I want anyway."
"Hmm, you'll probably rethink that, once I actually start training you. Anyway, goodni…"
"Hey I know you have some magic abilities, but are you really a shadow?" Lena asks.

Her question catches you off guard.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean not really. Shit, I dunno. Just go to bed kid, you'll need the sleep because you've got other things to worry about."
"What sort of answer is that?"
"The only one I'm giving you right now. "
"Sheesh, I just figured it would be important if I knew if you were actually what you claimed when you killed those eternals that…assaulted me."
"What? What did I say? I remember a lot of killing and screaming, but that's it."
"You said something like I'm the shadow of the past and right now the past is catching up with you. And then you killed one of them."

You now remember that line. That was rather over the top of you, and you're sort of surprised you forgot it so quickly.

"Heh, remembered that did you…but then I suppose it might've been more memorable for you…(sigh). The answer to your question is…complex. Officially I am a shadow, but
I am not a faithful one as far as the crazy religion is concerned."
"So you don't believe in Daylin?"
"Dendrin is his name and I didn't say I didn't believe in him, I just don't worship him. One would think he'd want to leave me alone because of it, but for whatever reason he still insists on speaking with me on occasion. Don't ask me why, I don't know either. Maybe he just finds me interesting because I'm an eternal."

Your statement causes Lena's eyes to go wide. She wasn't expecting you to say something like that.

"Oh don't worry, I'm an original eternal, not like the ones you know about."
"How did an eternal become a shadow?"
"Long story and maybe I'll tell you one day assuming you survive training, now that's it for questions for tonight. You better get some rest, I'm serious."

Lena ceases her questions and realizes that she's reached the limit on them for tonight. You leave her and head to your room wondering what the hell you're thinking. You hesitate to sleep just because you don't want to suffer through Dendrin's predictable taunts and questions. So you end up heading to the garden to speak to the only person you can.

"Hi Talia, as you might know we've got a visitor. It's that girl that I saved a few months ago. She seems to think she's a warrior now." You say shaking your head and sitting by Talia's grave.

"Yeah I dunno what I'm doing either, but I figure if she wants to get revenge that bad, then maybe she's earned the right to succeed and I should at least train her properly. I mean hell, it isn't like I have much else to do and it wouldn't be so bad having someone help me again."

You suddenly begin to feel a little nervous.

"I mean of course she'll never replace you. NEVER. I just…um…I look…"

While you sit there trying to explain yourself to a dead woman, you don't even notice Lena entering the garden.

"What's going on? Who are you talking to?" she asks in all innocence and you fly into a rage at being intruded on.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING ENTER THIS PLACE AGAIN!" you stand up and shout while walking towards her. You're menacing enough that Lena genuinely fears that you're going to hurt her and she runs out of the room.

While Lena runs back to her room, you calm down a bit and stop yourself at the entryway of the garden and realize that you might've gotten a little more upset than you should have.

"(Sigh) Shit." You quietly say and begin to head towards Lena's room. When you get there you see her trying not to cry and packing what little belongings she owns.

"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving, I guess you're right, I shouldn't be here."
"Lena, stop. Where are you going to go? Back to live in the swamp with eternals hunting for your head? Look I'm sorry, but I haven't had anyone living here for quite a while and you caught me off guard during, well a private time.
"So who were you speaking with?"
"Talia, my dead wife. Except I like to pretend she's still alive sometimes. Hmm, now that I think about it, that's not a very strong incentive for you to stay." You morbidly joke.

You sort of expect Lena to agree and continue her attempt to leave, but she doesn't.

"I…suppose I understand. For a while after my boyfriend Aaron was killed, I still couldn't quite accept the fact he was dead either. Sometimes I pretended he was just off travelling for an extended period of time. When the rest of my family died, well I didn't hold that illusion for any of them or even Aaron anymore. I had to accept reality. No point in living in a fantasy land when it isn't real right?"
"Truer words have never been spoken. I believe you have the right mindset Lena and I also believe your training will go well."

As you turn to leave, Lena can't resist asking that last question.

"Uh, if you don't mind me asking, but how did your wife die?"
"In battle against the eternals, about ten years ago."

Lena's expression is a puzzled one. Here you just congratulated her on her acceptance of reality, yet you've been drifting in and out of fantasy for a decade. You stop her before she even asks.

"Lesson one, do as I say, not as I do." You remark and leave.


[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 voices of the past (Writings of Vision Lord Warrick)

[Assistant]
While you're trying to make up your decision on whether or not to stay here or not, you end up walking around fort and bumping into Kells again. He holds a small old worn book in his hand and holds it out to you.

"What's this?" you ask.
"This is the journal of the first Vision Lord Warrick and your fellow Eternal." Kells says.

You have a sudden feeling that you've done this before…

You take the book and it would seem that at least the Eyes took better care of Warrick's private journal than the numerous collectors (including Quintus) did with Brenda's since the pages aren't falling out.

"Normally only the Vision Lord is allowed to read through it, but under the circumstances, I believe you have just as much right seeing as you knew the man. You're probably thinking that I'm trying to influence you with nostalgia and you'd be right, but I think if you read through the book, you'd see how the Eyes have kept the spirit of the Empire alive and that ultimately you belong here with us. I'll leave you to your decision." Kells remarks and leaves you alone.

Seeing as you could take your mind off of your current dilemma you figure you might as well scan through the journal. You don't quite have the feeling of "snooping" through Warrick's privacy like you did with Brenda. Perhaps because you've gotten used to the fact that they've been dead for centuries and they aren't going to care what you do.

While Warrick's journal is in much better condition than Brenda's, it still displays a lot of wear and tear probably from too much handling. Honestly if these people really honored their predecessors so much you'd think they'd take better care of these things!

Apparently Warrick was "lucky" enough to be near the Rask border when the cataclysm hit. He mentions that he barely survived the magic acid storms that engulfed the northern part of Quala. Rask wasn't doing too much better, but at least severe ice storms were better than acid falling out of the sky.

He goes on to mention that during the cataclysm the magic barrier that contained the wendigo was destroyed and the evil spirits ran amok throughout Rask. Entire towns were cannibalizing each other before Warrick could scrap together what remained of the military and the Eyes. He mentions being fortunate that several Empire mages escaped to Rask and they were able to combat the wendigo menace.

Still, it was never enough, even driving the hungry spirits away was only a temporary solution, there were only a few mages to outright banish them and that always took a lot of energy. And wendigos weren't the only threat. Ogres and giants also took advantage of the chaos.

Still Warrick wasn't going to be deterred in his mission to hold together Rask since for all he knew it was all that remained of the Empire. Quala was still too dangerous to travel through and he had heard no news.

One passage gets your attention.

Entry 34

Another wendigo attack and lost another good soldier today. Still the fact that I only lost one makes it a good day. The fact that the mages actually managed to banish the bastard makes it even better.

I have still heard no news from any higher command. I was hoping that my Eternal brother who serves by the Emperor's side would have contacted me by now, but sadly I fear that he along with the Emperor may not have survived this terrible disaster. I can hardly believe it. I always thought he'd outlive all of us. At this point I'd even tolerate Brenda's hostile condemnations towards me, at least then I'd know she was still alive.

I may very well be the last Eternal, but I will not be the last Eye and if I can help it, Rask will not be the last bastion of the Empire. We've lost too much already. Even now several towns have fallen here and only a handful of huddled masses remain in the more secured ones.

The Eyes have always been the ones to keep the Empire together and if they're going to continue doing that they are going to have to change to combat the wendigo threat more effectively. They are going to have to learn magic and fortunately we have mages to teach them. It isn't going to be easy, and most are probably not going to be able to learn at all, but I do know if one has the potential, then it can be done.

This task, this great work, this VISION is going to take years, possibly even more than I have, but someone will take over for me and that person after that and so forth.

We will live on for as long as the Eyes survive, the Empire will survive.

You close the book and reflect upon the words within.


[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 finish off Frankie

[Assistant]
You limp over to Frankie while he's recovering and land a few well placed strikes, even ripping off some of the back plating. It's no good though; Frankie's still got a lot of fight in him. He turns around, grabs you by the throat and begins to squeeze the shit out of it, raising you off the ground. Igor who's dying makes one last effort to avenge his last blunder.

"For my brother Vic!" he yells and fires his weapon at you one last time. He can't miss at this range and your death is instantaneous.


[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 picking through the past (The dig site)

[Assistant]
You've spent the past two days with Calvin's crew, which has been fumbling about trying to dig up the rest of the Emperor's chambers. So far they haven't found much of consequence though, mostly just pieces of the Emperor's belongings that were made of stone or metal, like a bed frame or one of his many work tables. The biggest things were broken pieces of the two large statues that stood outside the door and the half destroyed door itself. Any books that have been found have mostly been destroyed over the passage of time. Between insects, small subterranean rodents and centuries of gradual decay it would seem the earth has consumed most of the important stuff. While Calvin still appreciates what has been found, he was really hoping to find a treasure trove of magical items, but you told him he wouldn't have had much luck anyway. The Emperor himself never really kept much of that around, probably because as a powerful wizard himself he didn't need to rely on such things

You on the other hand haven't found what you were looking for and that's the remains of a svelk. You and Semra were in the immediate area yet no bones have been found. But then Jacob wasn't too far from the same location and his bones haven't been found either. (You still haven't mentioned to Calvin or Jennifer about knowing the specifics about their ancestor's death.) At this point you can't do too much more lingering you need to get on with your more important assignment. You decide to make one more quick look though so you grab a shovel and start digging.

Of course you can't be left alone while doing this, Jennifer decides to come up and bother you in her usual way. You swear the girl insists on trying to hang around you whenever possible. You certainly hope she doesn't have a crush or something, because you don't really have time for such things.

"Hey, you shouldn't just be digging haphazardly like that near the support beam! One wrong dig and you could fall into a sinkhole or cause part of this excavation to collapse! You don't want to be buried alive again do you?" Jennifer says.
"I dunno, I'm still wondering if I wouldn't be better off." You remark.
"Oh you don't mean that. I thought you said you and Quintus had big plans that gave you a sense of purpose now."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't ponder if it's worth it or not. (Sigh) Damn it, what am I doing? I've never going to find anything. I need to just get started on that business I spoke about with Quintus."
"Wait, what ARE you looking for anyway? I've noticed you before looking through piles of dirt and overturning stones since you got here. If you told us, perhaps we could help you. I mean we do do this for a living and all."
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Look if it's personal, you don't need to tell me or anyone else the significance, but if we know what to look for surely it could help couldn't it? Maybe we already found it and it's in our pile of ever-growing objects.

Sensing that Jennifer isn't going to let this go you give in and tell her.

"(Sigh) I'm looking for bones."
"Bones? Well we found a bunch a few feet higher up…"
"No, the bones I'm looking for would be at least approximately in the same area that you found me. They would be elven in nature, specifically svelk, if that makes a difference."
"Dark elven? What was a dark elf doing down here near the Emperor? You know, you still haven't told us anything about how you came to be in your situation. I mean we've all been wondering if the Emperor was down here during the cataclysm, though we haven't found any trace of his remains."

Now you wish you hadn't told her.

"Look! Let's just focus on one thing at a time! Now I'm looking for svelk bones, unless you've found anything like that, then we have nothing more to discuss." You snap and start to leave.
"Okay, okay! No need to snap like that, but can you at least tell me who this svelk was? Obviously they must've been important to you or else you would not be trying to find the remains. I'm really just trying to help!"

Well that's true and you can't necessarily fault her for it.

"Alright, I'll tell you a little bit. The svelk's name was Semra and believe or not she was a top advisor to the Emperor. And since we're on the topic, yes all of us were down here when the cataclysm hit. As the palace was collapsing in on our heads, Semra was the one who put me in that little magical box you all found me in. Basically she saved my life when certain doom was imminent."

This bit of information predictably gets a big reaction out of Jennifer.

"Wow! I can't believe it. The Emperor had a svelk advisor? She must've been an outcast from her people. I thought they were only nomadic mercenaries back in those days."
"They were, but Semra was a bit more ambitious than that. Make no mistake she was no outcast. She was every bit as ruthless and treacherous as any of her people. Probably more so. She always had an angle."
"Hm, surprised the Emperor trusted such a creature, but still she saved your life. A self sacrificing svelk; never thought such a thing existed. The two of you must've been close surely? Were you friends or um…"
"No we weren't friends, and don't even suggest we had a romantic affiliation." You say before she even completes that sentence. "Our relationship was…complex. Let's just say she played a big role in who I am today and despite whatever differences I did have with her I do owe her my life."
"So, it's kind of like a paying last respects thing?"
"Something like that. I mean she was literally the last person I saw before I went into my big sleep. My last moment during the old days were with her. Guess I felt like seeing her bones would be a kind of closure, but I guess it doesn't matter anyway right?"
"No, I understand. Well, we'll keep an eye out I guess for svelk bones. So… you said the Emperor was down here too?"
"Yeah, but before you even ask. There's no point in trying to look for his remains. He disintegrated before my eyes."

Jennifer is in shock.

"He…he disintegrated?! How?!"
"Well, it was the cataclysm. Hit pretty suddenly and hard. One moment he was there, then he wasn't."

Your vague explanation isn't exactly untrue. You're just glad it seems to be sufficient for now.

"Sheesh, no wonder you didn't want to talk about it. Must've been stressful even for you. I have to tell my father about this. He'll be very interested in learning more about this mystery." Jennifer says.
"I'm sure you will. You know I'm very surprised he doesn't speak to me more often given that he's the one in charge of this expedition and his extreme interest in the history aspect."
"I would imagine he would if your personality was different. You're a bit intimidating and he still fears you a bit, so as it stands I think he believes it would be better if I spoke to you."
"Why? Does he think I am easily swayed by a pretty face?"
"Er…no…what I was going to say is that I am a little more willing to take risks like interacting with you for example. You're more likely to respect someone that's brave and thus open up to them. I love my father, but he's not exactly the bravest of men, though he has his moments."
"Hm, sounds like someone I used to know." You say thinking about Jacob, which makes you add a bit more to your story.

"Before I leave there are a few other bones you might want to look for while you're down here." You say.
"Oh? I thought it was just you and Semra."
"It was in the end, but there was another top advisor to the Emperor here that died shortly before that."
"Wait, you don't mean…"
"Yes, your ancestor Jacob. Though his remains might be a bit…crushed. A large falling stone block fell on him."

Your news once again renders Jennifer silent for a moment.

"We always did wonder what happened to him exactly. I mean it was always assumed he got killed during the cataclysm, but never knew the specifics. Well at he didn't suffer long." She remarks.
"No it was pretty quick and sudden. Just like everything else when the cataclysm hit. Still, if it's any consolation, Jacob had his own moment of bravery before his life ended. He actually saved Semra and I from getting immediately killed during that dark time."
"He did?"
"Yes. Anyway, as I said, I've got other things to do, so I'll leave you to it."

Before you leave, Jennifer thanks you for the information and hopes in time that you'll open up more information about the past. You don't make any promises, but you know you probably will eventually.

You leave the dig site and think about what you originally went there for in first place. Closure. Since you didn't really get that, you do it yourself.

"Well Semra, I don't really know why you saved me. Then again I didn't understand your twisted obsession for me either. Whether it was genuine love, svelk psychological torture, your own personal fucked up mind or a combination of the three I'll never know. And I guess now, I never will. But for what it's worth. Thank you."

After your monologue to yourself, you ride off in search of orcs to antagonize.


[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 keep quiet

[Assistant]
You decide this isn't the time to bring it up. It is a party after all and you don't want to ruin Julie's fun just because you're not feeling so great about several things like Bobby and your fight with your sister.

Well maybe you can get to dealing with Bobby later, but you can still make up with your sister right now, besides you'd rather not linger in here alone with Julie, she might think you're leading her on.

"Hey Julie, I think I will come and join the festivities." You say.
"You will?!" Julie says surprised.
"Yeah, I'm not saying I'm gonna get wild, but who knows. But what I really want to do is speak with my sister, I had a fight with her earlier."
"Hm, yeah I heard. Well I'm sure she's still out there. Saw her talking to some guy earlier. Don't know if they hooked up yet though. Probably best if you didn't disturb her if you catch her in the act as it were." Julie says.
"I'm well aware. She'd be even more pissed at me. Okay, see you later."
"Yeah, see you later and um, if you want to talk to me I'll be available anytime." Julie says looking a bit dejected as you walk out the room.

Yeah, probably best you left. You swear, you're wondering if you're going to be able to put up with Julie's crush on you while living in the same house with her, but that will be yet ANOTHER thing to deal with at different time.

You enter the living room first, which is the most crowded part of the house. The music is up loud a couple people are playing video games on the TV and several people making out on the floor. A few guys come up to you and try to speak, but you brush them off and continue to look for your sister who obviously isn't in this area.

You head upstair which isn't quite as crowded, but the bedrooms are definitely being used for their obvious purpose, and worse nobody even bothers to close the damn doors! (Which certainly draws a few onlookers)

Fortunately, the quick glances you do make into the rooms prove to not find your sister, so you head out to the backyard.

The backyard is a little more relaxed at least in terms of sex and drugs, though a few of the guys are doing some sort of stupid stunts and hurting themselves in the process and then laughing about it. Another guy is filming the whole thing. Several girls look on and shake their heads at the ordeal and telling them that they're going to really suffer serious injury if they don't stop.

You don't see your sister and you ask one of the girls watching the spectacle.

"Excuse me, do you know Donna?" you ask a woman with short brown hair.
"Huh? Donna? Skinny little thing that thinks she's hot shit? Yeah I know her… hey you look a little like her…actually I shouldn't insult you. You're actually prettier." The woman replies.
"Uh, thanks. Yeah she's my sister and I was looking for her."
"Sister huh? My condolences. Anyway, yeah I think I saw her inside talking with some guy. He didn't really stand out, in fact he didn't really look like what she normally goes for, but she was already pretty drunk and when that happens she typically doesn't give a fuck. Or rather she always gives a fuck. Hah."
"Hm, I just looked inside, but I couldn't find her."
"Did you try the basement? She might be down there getting fucked, well assuming Julie isn't down there getting fucked. Not that it's ever stopped them from fucking in the same room before."
"Uh, no I haven't checked down there."
"Well that's probably where she is then. Now if you excuse me, I have get back to making sure my idiot boyfriend doesn't break his goddamn neck."

You leave the backyard and head back into the house. You decide you've had enough of crowds and if your sister is fucking someone in the basement, you don't want to interrupt, so you head back to your room.

Just before you reach your room however, a guy about your age opens up the door leading to the basement. Maybe this is the guy your sister was with.

"Hey, is Donna down there?" you ask.
"Huh? Um, who are you?" the man asks as if you're interrogating him.
"Donna. She's my sister. Someone said she might be in the basement with some guy. Are you him?"

The man's demeanor becomes a little more relaxed.

"Oh…wait are you Suzy?" he asks.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, your sister Donna mentioned you when I was talking with her. She wasn't lying, you are pretty."
"Wait, she said that?"
"Sure, she was very praising of you." The man says.
"…Donna? She was praising of me? I find that hard to believe, I just had a fight with her."
"Oh. Well maybe she was feeling bad about that, she seemed upset about it when we spoke."

The man seems to shift a bit and look sideways a couple times after he says that, and you become suspicious.

"Okay…well I need to go talk with her, but the man suddenly tries to stop you from going any further.
"Yeah, I don't think you should. Like I said she's upset right now."

You take a quick glance at the man and see that his clothes are disheveled like he just put them back on in a hurry.

"Funny, I've never know my sister to be upset after sex."
"What?"
"Come on, your clothes were obviously put back on in a rush, I know what happened, so if she's finished with satisfying her urges, she should be in a much better mood to speak with me…"

At this point the man stops you again.

"Suzy, I don't like what you're implying. I never touched your sister. She's a fucking whore. I was just trying to console her about you. SHE aggressively made the moves on me, but I resisted and then she started crying about what a whore she was and how she could never live up to being like you and screamed that she wanted to be left alone. Now I suggest you do just that, at least until she calms down. She's a little drunk too, so you probably should just let her sleep it off."

While the man continues to maintain a smile, his tone is somewhat threatening. His whole story stinks of lies and you're getting a really bad vibe from him. Almost like you did with your uncle Ed.

"Get the hell out of my way. " You say and push past him to descend down the steps quickly.

Unfortunately you're not quick enough as the man to manage to shove you in back causing you to lose balance and go crashing down the stairs. While you're taking a tumble, the man locks the basement door and makes his way down the stairs in a normal fashion. The loud noise from the party ensures that nobody is going to investigate even if they bothered to.

You break your leg and smash the side of your head against the floor when you finally hit the bottom. You surprisingly don't scream out from the pain, but you are about to fall unconscious from your head injury.

Your vision is blurry and you feel dizzy, but despite that, you see Donna sprawled out on the floor not that far from you. She's naked and isn't moving.

"Don…" you utter and stretch your hand out towards her.
"I'm sorry it had to be like this Suzy. I really did want us to get off on the right foot. When your whore of a sister Donna was bitching about you to me, you sounded so… perfect. Such a shame…" the man says and then kicks you in the head.

The blackness takes you and then the man takes your life.


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

[User] You stay at the house

[Assistant]
"I'm still not sold on the trailer park, Donna. I think I'll be fine here. I just need to get used to the new living situation." You remark to Donna.
"Hm, okay then. Well my offer will always still stand as long as I live there." Donna replies.
"Okay. Thanks Donna. So you said you're good? You don't need my help with anything?"
"Nah, not tonight anyway. Like I said, I'll come back and get all of my stuff proper, another day. Hopefully when the mess in town dies down."

Saying a few more goodbyes, you leave Donna to finish her hasty packing and you head back to your room and close the door. A few minutes later you hear the slam of the front door indicating that Donna has left, leaving you by yourself again.

You try to call Julie again, but once again there is no answer. Giving up on that particular concern you go back to amusing yourself on the Internet until you start reading erotic stories which puts you more in the mood to amuse yourself with your battery operated boyfriend again.

Having no distractions this time, you orgasm twice before having enough fun for the night. As you lie there in your afterglow, you briefly think about Bobby and how you sort of miss him, or rather his dick. Masturbation is fun and all, and it definitely gets the job done, but your time with Bobby has made you appreciate the human touch a little more. You really liked some of the tricks he did…

Since you still aren't one hundred percent sure about living here, you decide that you'll call Bobby tomorrow and see if you can't talk some sense into him and possibly make up.

With that goal for tomorrow decided, you call it a night and roll over on your couch to sleep.

At some point in the middle of the night, you hear a noise close by. You groggily open your eyes and see a figure standing over you with a large knife. Before you can scream or do anything, the person is on top of you and choking you with one hand. You can see his face right up to yours and he's recognizable now with your eyes wide with fear. It's Johnny.

"Fucking whore! I heard what you did in here! I heard the dirty thing you did! I'm going to punish you like I did your friend!" he snarls with a look of pure hatred upon his face.

You punch and struggle and just as you think you're having some success, Johnny proceeds to actually use his knife and stabs you repeatedly with it. With a last bit of strength you manages to push Johnny off of you and roll on the floor yourself, but your attempts to crawl away are short lived due to the combination of your wounds and the fact Johnny quickly recovers and begins stabbing you in the back.

As the life starts to fade from your body, you hear the heavy breathing of Johnny who is apparently starting to get aroused by your condition and begins ripping at your clothes.

Fortunately you die before you feel the pain of being raped on top of being murdered.


[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 go explore on your own

[Assistant]
"Ah what's to know? I'll figure everything out on my own. I'm getting a drink of water and checking out my new computer."

As you proceed to do this, the Shelter begins to warn you again.

"Sir, I don't think you should have a cup of water near the computer like that, if it spilled on it, it could cause trouble in my systems. Maybe you should read the Shelter manual. Particularly the chapter on safety."
"Will you leave me alone? Hey what's this? This is the fuckin' internet?"
"It's a limited networking system to other shelters. Sir, your cup of water! You're going to spill it!"
"No I'm…"

BUZZZ!

You spill your water on the keyboard and short something out. It sparks and suddenly erupts a small flame! You immediately run out of the room and notice the light dimming a bit.

"Sir, I'm afraid that something vital has been compromised sir, I am attempting to correct…"
"Shelter! Isn't there a fuckin' extinguisher somewhere?!"
"I'm afraid not sir, I was supposed to be equipped with one, but there were budget cuts…"
"Well what about a sprinkler system!?"
"Budget cuts…and might I point out that, it would most likely make the electrical fire worse."

Lacking any other ideas, you run to grab a sheet from the bedroom and hope to smoother the flame like you remember seeing in an old GI Joe cartoon. Unfortunately due to the lighting flickering on and off, you trip and smash your leg really good causing a limp. By the time you return the fire has spread a little more and now it's giving off smoke and the smell of ozone is hitting you. That shit can't be good for you to breathe in.

"Goddamn it! Didn't these fuckers understand the concept of insulated wiring!?"
"It is sir…well most of it…there were…"
"I know! Fuckin' budget cuts! Close the door, maybe the fire will burn itself out!"

Normally the Shelter would know to wait for you to get out of the room first, but the fire is wreaking havoc on its command systems right now and it isn't as responsive as it should be, or in this case too responsive since the door slams shut with you inside.

"NO! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"
"I-I-I am att-ttempting to sir, my power levels a-a-re…"

Suddenly electrical arcs begin generating from the computer which is now totally engulfed in flames, in desperation you vainly attempt to open the metal door, which probably wasn't the best idea as the entire room has become charged with electricity. You receive a nasty shock which throws you back, right into the fire.

Your last agonizing moments as your flesh toasts and burns, are you seeing the door opening up.


[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 help Hall retrieve the boat

[Assistant] You and Hall have to venture through thick clouds of mosquitoes to move the boat and by the time you have rowed it back to where it should be both of you have been badly bitten many times. Malaria sets in almost immediately and within days you both succumb to the illness. An indifferent Bligh sails home soon after leaving most of his loyal crew behind in Batavia.


[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 go down the path labeled "containment"

[Assistant]
You sneak down the tunnel, checking around every corner just in case someone hasn't made it to the meeting yet.  It wouldn't do to get caught now, there's no telling how many Oalkwardners are holed up down here.  Luckily, the tunnel isn't that long, and after a few twists and turns, you find yourself in a large, dimly lit room, full what looks to be some kind of boxes

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but when you do, you realize that these aren't boxes at all, but cages, just like the one they used to carry Pila's remains through the forest.  What's more, every last one of them has a wooden Oalkwardner inside them, exactly like Pila after the lightning struck her.  Gripped with a deadly cocktail of curiosity and fear, you approach the cage nearest to you and peer inside for a better look.  It's a perfect likeness of an Oalkwardner child, right down to the Paper-Mache quality of it's skin.  The only thing that's missing are the ears, which look like they've been broken off.

"What on earth have they done to you?"  You whisper to yourself.

Aroused by the sound of your voice, the eyes of the wooden Oalkwardner snap open.  They give off a harsh, yellow glow, lighting up the dim room just a little.  You stare at the creature, stunned, and it stares back.  Then, without warning, it leaps at the bars of the cage, snarling.  You leap backwards in the nick of time as one of its arms reaches between the bars and takes a grab at you.

The noise wakes the other creatures and before you know it, all of them are attacking their bars, trying to get at you.  Fear overtakes you, and you take off running back down the way you came. What on earth was that anyway?  What do they want with all these monsters?  How are they creating them?  All these questions race through your mind, unanswered, as you reach the crossroads once again.


[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 attempt to negotiate

[Assistant]
"Look, you take my wallet, Count Grey's going to feel disrespected. Best case scenario, he sends me out with a rifle to track you down and..."

"Shut it!" the skinny one says.

"Let's just go," the big one says.

"First, the wallet!" the skinny one says.

"Worst case, Count Grey comes after you personally. He'll..." you say, before you're interrupted by the skinny one pulling the trigger, covering the wall with your brain matter.


[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 interrogate him

[Assistant]
You manage to sneak around behind him and take him by complete surprise. You take his gun and bend it so that it wont fire and you pin him on a nearby tombstone. You do it hard enough for the stone to tremble a bit to make your intentions clear.

"Who do you work for?"

"Fuck you bloodsucker, might as well kill me cuz you're not getting anything out of me."

Fine, have it your way."

You begin to torture him for answers so that you can find out who wants you dead. It's nothing too serious except you just scratching him with your unbelievably sharp nails until he starts to runs his mouth... which happens a little too quickly.

"Alright, i'll tell you anything."

"Who do you work for?"

"I work for a guy named M. He hasn't told me anything except that letter and to kill you."

"Do you know who put me in there?"

"Yeah i do actually. M mentioned that some girl of his turned you and put you in there to protect you. She came by earlier tonight to check on you. That's how i knew."

"Do you know where she is now?"

"No."

"Where is M?"

"He has a bar in town. It's this place where a lot of bikers hang out."

"Thank you. As appreciation for cooperating i'll kill you before i feed."

You keep your word.

What now?

[User] You go find the bar

[Assistant] You decide that finding the bar is important seeing as how you won't leave your sire behind (those of you who got here from back in time might need to pay more attention to that)and decide to investigate the biker bar. You search for hours but are unable to find it. Eventually you give up for the night and you decide to bunk in an abandoned tenement house. Too bad for you that the next morning it is demolished to make room for a mall with you in it still. You get a nice and fatal char broil from the sun.


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

[User] You go home

[Assistant]
Once again you have second thoughts. You can't do this. You can't become a necromancer; it's not going to make your life any easier and is only going to make it vastly more difficult. You figure with your mediocre grades and magic skills, you can probably get a job working at children's parties or something after you graduate. That least if you make a mistake it'll be "funny" and just be part of the act. Your Mom probably won't be too disappointed since she also works with children and you give a shit what your Dad thinks.

Yep, that'll probably be your "life".

You don't go meet Big Red and instead take the next carriage home to visit your family for vacation. Your Mom is happy to see you and makes the appropriate fuss. Your sister is okay when she stops by between her duties. In fact for awhile you don't feel so bad about your life. Sure it'll be dull and not very glamorous, but you can deal with it…

After a month of your visit, your Dad finally comes back from one of his mercenary jobs. He's in a typical asshole mood and gives you a bunch of shit as soon as he walks in the door. He belittles what few accomplishments you have, compares you to your sister and is a general dick to you as usual.

While your Mom attempts to rein him in, you leave the house and curse your Dad. He always spoils everything for you. You can't wait for classes to start again just to get away from the old bastard.

You almost wished you'd taken that risk and attempted to kill Big Red and get that necromantic book. The powers it must've contained…you know you would've been able to master them. The more you think about this, the more you think that might be what you'll do when classes start again.

After two more months of putting up with your family, you're heading back to school. Once again your "feelings" have died down again. You're not going to kill Big Red or any of that, you're going to go to class and struggle as usual.

You're going to be less than an average nobody. You're going to live the rest of your life like a halfling.

But not for long…

About a week after classes start, something terrible happens in the city of Nuro. Portals suddenly open up all over the city and demons come pouring out of them. Loud explosions take place and there's a strange feeling of "slowness" occurring to you and most others.

You're in class at the time when this chaos begins. It's obviously an attack of some sort, but nobody knows from where or who, right now everyone is just trying to escape.

Demons run amok through the streets and campus gleefully killing people. Running while suffering the effects of this aura of slowness is proving very difficult so you try to stay hidden most of the time.

Demonologists direct this attack, you even recognize a couple as students you went to class with. Apparently you weren't the only one with the dark arts on your mind.

Eventually you get closer to the city gates and that's when you see a horde of recently raised corpses lingering around it. You think maybe you can make it. The dead aren't known to be fast after all.

You make your run and the group of corpses and skeletons notice you and shamble in your direction. Normally if you weren't slowed, you probably might make it, but instead they manage to surround you and cut off escape in any direction. In desperation you cry out for this to stop and wishing that somehow they would stop attacking you.

And for a moment, they do. They just stand there obediently. You can't believe it; you just stand there in shock, not taking advantage of the situation.

Did you really have a natural gift for necromancy after all?

Unfortunately, you'll never know because they quickly resume attacking and strike you down before moving on.

As you lie in the street dying from your wounds, you laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"Ha ha…I coulda…(cough) been…the next Great Lich Lord…"


[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 insist that Erik give you something else

[Assistant]
No, no, no, no! The movie sounds like it sucks and you're not going to deal with Mary after all the shit you got yourself into last time with her.

"Fuck that Erik, there's gotta be something else!"
"Well there's a comic convention that needs another guest speaker…"

You slam the phone down. You need to get out of the house. You decide to go for a walk in the forest.
You wander around in the calmness of the forest and nature in general. Sometimes you wonder if you shouldn't just go back to living in the wild. Things were certainly simpler then. While you're thinking about the nostalgia of the old days, you see a very large hairy body lying prone in the distance.

"What the fuck…how the hell…" you mumble to yourself while going over to investigate. When you arrive, its exactly who you thought it was, though you don't understand how you couldn't have heard him lumbering through the forest given how big he is, let alone seen him.

"Hey Kong! You alive? Wake up!" you shout. Kong stirs a little and then sits up to yawn. He scratches his now silverback and looks over at you.
"Wolf? What're you doing here?"
"Me? I live just a few miles away! What're you doing here and how is it that I didn't see or hear you crashing through the forest?"
"Oh I can be pretty silent when I want to be."
"Okay, but what're you doing here?"
"Back to nature my friend. Nancy kicked me out of the house. For good this time, she said she can't put up with my chauvinism any more. All I told her was to get her ass back in the kitchen and make me a banana split and serve it to me naked."
"Sounds like a reasonable request, so what happened?"
"She went into the kitchen, came back out with a frying pan of hot grease, threw the shit on me and kicked me in the balls, before shoving me out the door and calling me a fucking backward primate."

You hold back some laughter, before speaking again.

"Tough break there Kong, but I guess you could look on the bright side, you're back to your roots with no more cares anymore. Living free in the wild and all."
"Are you on fucking crack Wolf? It sucks! You know when I lived on Skull Island I didn't know any better, but in the last few days I've come to realize living in a warm HOUSE and sleeping in a bed is way better than living in the cold wild and sleeping on the ground where bugs crawl all over you!"

Kong's remarks certainly have made you reconsider your previous nostalgia of the old days.

"Well, can't you just make up with Nancy? Surely if she's put up with you this long and if you apologized and did all that romantic crap she'd let you back in."
"Don't think so Wolf, I never was good at that, besides she's got a restraining order on me too."
"What else did you do to her?"
"Nothing! She's just being a crazy bitch, that's unwilling to listen to reason. Well unwilling to listen to me anyway. Hey Wolf, you've always been a smooth talker with ladies. Maybe you could talk some sense into her for me."
"Uh, I dunno Kong I don't really like getting into the middle of shit like this, don't you have someplace else to stay, hey what about your cousin Joe?"
"I'm not staying with him! He's a fucking fag!"
"Well, beggars can't be chooser Kong, besides he's your cousin it's not like you have worry about him trying any ass pirate shit on you. I'm sure he's got a nice house too."
"Yeah, I guess…but I'd still prefer to go back to my own home, and I'm not sure if Joe would let me stay anyway. You gotta help me out Wolf, Nancy kicked me out with nothing, and I don't even have any money in the bank. I don't want to be living in the fucking wilderness again!"

You normally aren't one to help someone for no reason, but there's the fact that you don't want him living that close to you, you don't relish the idea of him taking big healthy dumps in a forest you live near, so to avoid wearing a clothespin on your nose for the rest of your time living here, you decide to help Kong.

[User] You go talk to Nancy

[Assistant]
"Alright Kong I'll go talk to Nancy."
"Cool. You always had a better way with words than I did, more diplomatic."
"That's gotta be the first time I've ever heard someone call me diplomatic, but I'll see what I can do, I'm not guaranteeing anything though."

Kong gives you the address and you head back to your cabin where you get on you Harley and drive off. You have no plan whatsoever. You're just going to fumble your way through and try to turn on the charm.

Eventually you get to the house which is huge, but then it would have to be to accommodate a couple of giants. You can't even reach the doorbell, so you just kick the door and howl as loud as you can. A few minutes pass and you think you haven't been heard, but eventually a colossal bald man with a towel wrapped around his waist opens the door, its Glenn. Well this was certainly unexpected. He looks down with a perturbed stare.

"Yeah, whadda you want?" he booms.
"Is Nancy home?"
"Whadda ya want with Nancy, hairball?"
"I have to talk to her, its important."
"Yeah, well I say it isn't, now get the fuck outta here!"
"Look, I'm not looking for trouble, just let me talk to Nancy it won't take long."
"It won't take long because you ain't gonna do it, now get the fuck outta here you fucking mutt!"
"Do you even know who I am?" you say starting to lose your temper.
"Yeah I do, and if you don't get the fuck outta here I'm gonna know who you WERE!"

While you study his foot, and deciding which one of those big veins you're going rip into before running off to hide, Nancy comes to the door in a silk robe. She's kept herself in pretty good condition, either that, or the alien ray that hit her slowed down her aging process.

"Glenn, what's going on…oh hello Wolf. What bring you here?"
"Hello Nancy, I need to talk to you for a moment."
"Nancy you want me to get rid of this hairball?"
"No Glenn that's not necessary, be nice."
"Yeah whatever, look I'm leaving, I'll be back later tonight so you be ready for another round of the amazing colossal dick! Har har har har!" Glenn at this point slaps Nancy hard on her ass, and walks out the door and down the street with just the towel around him!

"Uh, isn't he forgetting something?"
"Yes, but its not the first time. One time he left without even a towel."
"Yikes, that must've been a sight."
"(Sigh) Not really, he's isn't nearly as colossal as he thinks…but anyway come on in."

You enter the house and follow Nancy into the kitchen who makes herself some coffee. You look up at the table trying to figure out the best way to climb up there; Nancy unexpectedly picks you up and puts on it.

"Ohh your fur is so soft." She says brushing her finger against your back. "So what did you have to tell me?"

"Its about Kong, he's taken residence in a forest not too far away from my cabin, he says you kicked him out and he wants to come back home."
"You have my sympathies, for getting him as a neighbor, but I'm not taking him back. I've put up with his shit for too long. I was an idiot thinking I could change him. Sometimes I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me."

Nancy's pleasant demeanor has changed. This is a delicate situation, say the wrong thing and you could be in real danger.

[User] You ask her about Glenn

[Assistant]
"So I see you've hooked up with Glenn, how's that working out?" you ask.
"Oh its great…" she says. Her demeanor didn't change.
"So is Glenn treating you any better?" you ask
"Well…uh…yeah! Yes he is…"
"That didn't sound very convincing Nancy."
"Okay, so he's a dickhead too, but at least with him he goes home and I don't have to slave over him on a regular basis."
"Oh no, you just get treated like a cum bucket whenever he wants some pussy."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"Hey look, I'm just tellin' it like it is. From what I can tell he isn't exactly Mr. Right. Sheesh don't you know the guy's past? He's fucking crazy."
"Yeah, but I can change him…"
"This again? Look honey, your track record isn't good as far as that goes. Besides you can't change the insane."
"(Sob!) I know! Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself! (Sob!)"

Oh shit, you just got yourself into some drama you didn't want to; you try to change the subject back to Kong.

"Look, obviously Kong can't be as bad as Colossal Asshole."
"(Sniff) Oh no? He doesn't do shit around the house and this is MY house! MY money paid for everything in here! If it wasn't for me picking him up all those years ago he wouldn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out! Fuck him! I'm sick of him taking me for granted. I just jumped from one abusive marriage to another!"
"Erm…Kong doesn't beat you does he? Because if that's the case then…"
"Oh no, he's never done that. If that ever had happened, I would've kicked him out a long time ago."
"Well, maybe I was wrong and you did change him a little then. I mean if you knew Kong back in the day, he had real temper problems. It seems like you did have some effect on him."
"Maybe…"
"Look how about I go back and talk to…"

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

"Hold on Wolf let me get that."

While you wait for Nancy to come back, you think you're on the right track to convincing her to take back Kong. Then she arrives in the kitchen with some big ass roses and happily reading a card.

"Where the hell did you get those things? Hey are those from Kong?" you say hopefully.
"No."
"They aren't from Glenn are they?" you ask a little more worried.
"Pfft, yeah right."
"So who are they from?"
"Oh they're from Ymir, he probably had Joe specially grow them for me…he's so sweet and sensitive."
"You're fucking Ymir too?!" you exclaim.
"No, he just leaves me presents with cards on my doorstep. He's so shy, I wish he wasn't though, because I wouldn't mind seeing him. He writes the most romantic things…"

Nancy begins to day dream about Ymir and now you're back at square one again. Still, you do wonder if she shouldn't be with Ymir. Nancy does seem like a nice girl and she probably deserves better than Kong, and certainly deserves better than Glenn.

[User] You be a good Samaritan

[Assistant]
Here's your good deed for…well you can't remember the last time you did one, but you're doing one now.

"Nancy, you want me to find Ymir and talk to him?"
"You'd do that? Why yes! But how are you going to find him?"
"Please, I got an excellent sense of smell. I could find him if he was 20 miles from this house."
"Well okay then, tell him I'm interested and he needn't be shy."

Nancy puts you down on the floor and opens the door for you. You know where the hell he's at, Venusian isn't a common smell on this planet and you aren't going to have to go too far to find him. You walk around the corner of the house and see him hiding in the overgrown bushes looking into one of the windows. Big enough to hide him from Nancy, but not you since you can walk right in the things.

"So Ymir, are you actually ever going to talk to Nancy, or are you going to stalk her forever?"
"Argh! Wolf! I thought you were in the house! Um…did she get my roses?" Ymir asks surprised.
"Yeah she got them and she likes them, so why don't you just talk to her already?"
"I dunno, she's taller than me and…"
"Don't mean shit! I went out with Mary and she was taller than me, and that wasn't even including that ridiculous beehive hairstyle she had! Look I know for a fact she likes you, she told me to tell you as much. Now I was originally here to hook her back up with Kong…so are you gonna let me do that? Or are you gonna fuckin' man up and go talk to the girl, because she's got that Colossal asshole coming by later too."
"Well, I guess I'll try."
"Dammit! Don't try! Do! There is no try! You gotta go in there with all the confidence that you say in your love poems or whatever the hell you've been writing to her. Obviously you've got the words, now just say the shit to her in person."

Ymir puffs up with pride.

"I'll do it!"
"That's the spirit. Now go in there and get your woman."
"Hey wait, you think I'll be big enough to um…"
"What? To fuck her? Shit I dunno, just lick her pussy a lot, she'll be happy trust me."

As you leave Ymir knocks on the door and Nancy opens it and gives him a big hug immediately. Looks like your work is done here. You drive back home.

You get back and walk to where Kong is. He's sleeping again.

"Hey Kong wake up!"
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm up. So did you do it?"
"Nope, sorry. Couldn't convince her."
"Ah well it was a long shot. Guess we're neighbors."
"Guess so, see ya."

Kong rolls over back to sleep and you go back to your cabin. A few days pass and just as you thought, a new "aroma" invades the area. You're happy to take the damn comic convention job just to get away from the stink.

Just goes to show what you've always known:

"No good deed goes unpunished."


[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 telekinetically disarm Drake

[Assistant]
With a narrowing of your eyes, the knife flies into your hands. The prostitute stands, shoving Drake away.

"Out," you command, as the prostitutes nods in thanks and leaves.

"OK, OK, you're skilled," you say.

"You're coming with me," you say.

"Sure, sure," Drake says, standing up.

You bind Drake's hands together with invisible chains, and force him to march forward. Drake immediately becomes compliant.

"Can I grab a few things?" Drake asks. "My... dreams get pretty bad. I have terrifying nightmares. I have medication that helps. Please, please can I get them?" Drake asks.


[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 death

[Assistant]
"Alright then, goodbye."
Alice keeps her word and kills you faster than you can blink. You didn't feel a thing and she didn't even feed from your dead body. Your body is found a week later and the cause of death is undetermined. You are buried and do not rise from the grave. No one knows how you died to this day.