[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] Continue

[Assistant]
You weren't in control of the mouse, it was moving all on its own as it was traversing through liveleak. You were a little too scared to see what would happen if you tried to take control of it, so you just let it do its thing.

Multiple tabs started opening up instantaneously, photos of people, clippings of news reports, what really fucked with you though were uncensored pictures of corpses and crimes scenes that were the most numerous out of it all.

A new internet window opened up, taking up most of the screen up with it. You looked to see that it was notepad, and almost immediately words started to appear, and you read them as they were typed out.

G- It's been a while since I've last had contact with a Warden, your kind's power has been rather elusive and it's hard finding a partner for my quotas. Luckily your search history pretty much confirms all my suspicions.

The words stopped typing, and you just stared in silence for a moment.

G- You wanna ask me any questions (:??

Your hands trembled a bit as they started typing on the keyboard.

Who are you?

G- You can refer to me as G, we're going to be talking a lot so let's just keep it at that, don't ask me anything else about myself, and don't try to pry into who or what I am, understood??

You reflexively scowled at what you just read, and 'G' quickly responded to this.

G- Don't make such a poor face, I usually come off quite strongly with that first impression but it's a given after my time working with you guys. (:

She saw you fucking scowl?!

Confused at first, you then take direct notice the webcam that sits next to your monitor, with quick haste you turn it backwards so it faces the wall behind it.

G- Awwwww why'd you have to go and spoil all the fun :(

Thinking of what to type at first, you look over at your microphone that's also connected to your PC, and try to test something out.

"Who are you and what do you want."

It takes a moment, but the typing starts once again.

G- I already told you, you can call me G. Also, it's not really want per say, but it's what will benefit us both in the long run, I am contracted to you until you meet your quota until then we both have to work together to solve crimes and help spirits move on to ascension past this plane. I know that you see ghosts, and that is exactly what I have contacted you, my quota itself will meet its deadline at the same time yours will, so both of us meeting the goal would be a win-win. Now since I'm guessing you're new at this, I should explain to you this full phenomenon that you've had your entire life, while also giving insight on the quotas?"

[User] You accept the offer

[Assistant]
You weren't going to lie, you were scared shitless about this whole situation, you didn't want to think this person would do if you pissed them off or denied them, so you went along with it for now.

Giving a small sigh, you reply to her offer.

"Go on..."

G- :) Good choice. Now, where shall we start? Other than G, you can also refer to me as an observer. Whenever you are online doing work, I can spectate all of which you are doing and help you along the way in terms of finding distressed spirits in need of help ascending while you help cross out their requirements in order to do so, normally your kind are referred to as wardens, so that is what I will refer to you a title. Observers and Wardens share a 'professional relationship' as most of your kind would say. Both of us need to meet a certain amount of ascensions for the distressed in order for us to stay alive to put it brutally honest. After completing our quotas, we are free from future quotas until we are called into service again, which is normally five years. Any questions?

[User] You what kind of spirits do you need to help

[Assistant]
"You keep on mentioning distressed spirits, can you explain that a little more?" You ask.

G-Well I thought it was pretty self-explanatory, but it's mainly spirits who haven't ascended yet and still roam this world in their plane of existence. The reasons why they don't ascend vary, and it's usually a case by case basis I assume as the reasons for such happening can be arbitrary. I don't know who decides this and what their reasons are, but that isn't my job so I don't really care and neither should you.

"Well, then how do I help them ascend then?" You say a bit frustrated.

G- I'll give you more details when you come in contact with your first spirit, but the general idea is to give them fulfillment or right a wrong that has been done against them. Other times it's simply just making them happy, you can usually tell what you need to do once you get more information about the spirit, but I'll help you if you're too dense to do the task yourself.

[User] You are there others?

[Assistant]
"You're talking as if there are others like me and you out there..."

G- Well obviously retard, do you really think that the two of us would be able to handle all of the distressed spirits that are currently roaming? Yes, our numbers aren't legion, but they make do to keep balance in the spirits our kind help on the daily.

"How hard is it to make contact with another one of my kind?" You ask, a bit tempted to make contact with someone that also shares your powers, but only to relate."

G- Yeah fuck off, that's classified information that's only available to observers, you won't need help from other wardens on your quotas and you get it regardless.

"It wasn't about help." You mutter to yourself.

[User] No more questions

[Assistant]
"That's all I wanted to know." You say, finishing the questions you had to ask.

G- One other thing I should mention, your grace period for snitching has been over for quite some time now, but like a good boy you are, you've remained silent which was to your benefit.

"What do you mean?" You ask confused.

G- Every warden such as yourself has a grace period from when they are born in which they are able to tell people that they see ghosts and such without suffering any consequences. Once a certain age is reached, however, yours is 16, the grace period ends, and any talk of your powers with anyone else will make you suffer....repercussions. It's not something that's easy to explain, but let's just say for your health it's best to keep this relationship between me and you and your whole powers quiet and hidden like you've been doing so far. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety.

These words intimidated you immediately as you read them. Luckily G didn't see this with the webcam turned, otherwise, you probably would have teased heavily. It's not like you were planning on telling anyone about your powers anyway, though this still messed with you immensely.

G- Anyway this explanation has tired me, I'll brief you tomorrow on any spirits that need your help, but until then just relax and pat yourself on the back for all the fun you're about to have, because believe me you have no idea how hard I'm going to ride your ass to get this quota done, I've got shit to do so the sooner we do this the better.

You finished reading her last passage, and after a few moments, you saw that everything that had been written in the notepad was being deleted rapidly until there was thinning left a minute later.

As you contemplated your situation with your hands clasping your head, you felt a buzz in your pocket. Taking out your phone, you see a new message from an unknown number, with an area code foreign from your state. It came from the United States though that much you could tell.

G- ^_^ Don't go off calling me, this is just to send you information about spirits.

You frowned heavily at this message, which leads to another one.

G- What did I tell you about making those ugly faces :)?

You had an instinct to throw your phone against your bedroom wall with the anger and frustration you were feeling, but quickly came to your senses and stopped yourself from harming your electronics.

You needed to sleep this fucking day off.

[User] You time

[Assistant]
Time had passed since your first encounter with G on your computer. Your stomach problems had died down enough that you were able to go back to school two days later, but it still lingered, and you ended up asking G about it.

G said not to worry about it and that it was just apart of the quota, once you were to ascend a spirit, it would die down completely, and would only come back if you neglected your duties to help ascend spirits.

When G told you this, you wanted nothing more than to get the first spirit out of the way, but as you pestered G about any possible spirits that you would be able to help, G kept on telling you that you just had to wait until something was to pop up that you could easily complete without binding you to help a high difficulty spirit for good.

It was around the fourth day while in English class that you had received a message as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket while your teacher was giving you all a lecture. Something about personal growth or some boring shit that you weren't paying all that much attention too.

Sneaking your phone out of your pocket and placing it on your lap, you checked your messages only to see that it was from G as you had suspected.

Alright listen dipshit, I got a lead on a spirit that would be a good starting off point for you. There's a few spirts near a bridge where people usually commit suicide, after looking through each one of their backstories and suicide notes depending if there ever was one, I came up with at least two that would be fairly easy to solve. Check your locker during lunch and you'll find a bus pass for the day, it'll take you to the bridge and back home once you're done with everything. Give some excuse to your parents that you're busy or some shit because I'm telling you now, you're not going to be getting home until late tonight. I'll text you once you're out of class with more details.

Fuck, it was a Thursday too, couldn't G just waited till tomorrow.

During lunch, you opened your locker and stuck between a few notebooks you saw the bus pass that G had mentioned. A shiver ran down your spine as you wondered how G was able to even do this, or if there were other people in on this whole program or whatever it was. All you knew is you didn't want to piss off G all that much if there was this much possibility for direct interference in your life outside of the internet.

Luckily the public bus stop wasn't all that far away from your school, so once classes had ended you went there to wait for the next bus that was to come.

With your phone in your hands, you waited impatiently for G to text you with more instructions as you started tapping your foot. Soon enough one came as you quickly opened the new message.

G- Here I'm sending you the exact bus routes you'll be taking in order to get to where you need to be, make sure you're not retarded and fall asleep on a bus and miss one of your stops, we need to conserve as much time as possible if we're going to get these quotas done, hell I even think we can do two today depending on how fast you are and how good you are at this job. I'll message you once you get to your location, I can track you through GPS.

Jesus fucking Christ, G had set you up to take at least four different buses in order to get to the suicide bridge.

As you boarded each crowded bus, you sat by yourself in the middle of each one as you just looked out at the scenery with each ride. Time went by at a leisurely pace that matched that of the bus.

The fourth bus was the emptiest out of all the other ones, with only about seven or eight other people on board. This probably had to do with the fact that you were on the outer edges of town, where only warehouses and other sort of industrial buildings made up the surrounding land.

Getting off at a secluded bus stop all by yourself, you checked your phone for any new messages from G along with finding the time. You see that it's barely four, and you've yet to get any new messages for G which makes you slightly worried. You don't see any bridge in which would be your destination anywhere close, causing you to think that you might have gotten off on the wrong stop.

Just as you think about waiting for another bus, you feel your phone vibrate as you see that you've gotten a message from G.

G- Alright good, so you didn't fuck up with the directions and get yourself lost, it seems I should put more faith in you. Anyway, the bridge that you'll be needing to get to is going to be up the hill to the east of you, by all of those red factories that you should be able to see.

Following her directions with your eyes, you see the factories that she's talking about in the distance. It seemed like a far walk though, and you wondered if you could have gotten off closer at another bus stop as you could have sworn you saw one by there as your bus was coming down here. Sighing in laziness, you start your walk as you follow the crumbling sidewalk that goes uphill.

With a cloudless sky, the sun beat down on you heavily, with the congested smog that made up this part of town not helping you with the walk either, hell you didn't realize that you were this out of shape, as you were already at a loss for breath twenty minutes into the walk. Though as you passed another brick factory, you could finally see the bridge come into view on the other side of the hill. What really fucking sucked though that it was even farther downhill, then what you had walked up in the first place. You let out a pained groan as you continued on with your trek.

It was probably already close to five-thirty when you finally reached the bridge at the bottom of the hill, and you sat down next to the start of the bridge and took a break to catch your breath. Your back was soaked in sweat and you kept wiping your forehead in a futile effort to get rid of the moisture that was following into your eyes.

You regretted not bringing water or something on this trip, you reminded yourself to yell at G for not telling you it would be this far of a walk.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine just a little h-." You catch yourself as you answer the question that you guessed was directed to you, you quickly turn your head to face this strange voice and with what comes into view, your heart quickly drops.

At first, it seemed like countless of them, but as you started to slowly count the spirits, you saw that it was around eight of them all staring directly at you, only a few meters away.

You were at a loss for words as you quickly picked yourself up and made some space between you and the horde that watched you silently. Fumbling for your phone in your pocket, you started to open your messages to see that G still hadn't sent anything.

"Hey you fuck, I know you can hear me, fucking send something!" You quietly yell directly at your phone as the spirits stare at you with puzzlement.

A few seconds after your demand, you see a few speech bubbles as new messages start to appear on your screen.

G- Sorry, Sorry. I was doing something lol. So did you get to where you need to go?

[User] The bridge

[Assistant]
Pointing up your phone, you made it so that your front-side camera was facing all the ghosts that were before you. Almost immediately, you got a reply from G.

G- God fucking hell, I didn't think you would get their so fast. Alright listen up dipshit, Don't make any unnecessary interactions with these ghosts, if you do something stupid you're going to get yourself bound to help one of these spirits without knowing how hard each one is to ascend. I have a few options for you so look for one of them. There should be a small little boy with brown hair, his name Ken so if you call out to him he should react to you, the other one is a more teen looking male named Jordan, he should be pretty ripped and bulky at first glance. Only choose between those two, if you fuck up and pick someone harder then you'll really cause problems for us down the road.

Looking up from your phone, you see that the ghosts haven't moved from their positions, and haven't said anything at all. This was really tripping you out, you would have expected one of them to start screaming at you or something since you were alive, but there was none of that.

[User] You ken

[Assistant]
You felt like the needs of a kid would be simpler than that of a teen such as yourself. Getting him to ascend would probably be easy no doubt.

Looking around the ghosts, you immediately spot the one that fits the description that G had given you as he was the smallest one there. However now that you had given each ghost a closer inspection, you notice that most of them didn't really seem all that decayed or worn, at least not as much as others you had encountered.

As you step closer in preparation to call out to Ken, one of the ghosts says something to the other ghosts in a hushed tone.

"He can see us..."

"Of course he can, he heard what Mike said to him..." Another one says.

"What do we do?"

The ghosts remain silent as they all go back to looking at you as if waiting for you to do something. Though you notice, that some of them appear to be changing. With features of that of decay starting to appear in which you would normally see with other spirits.

Ignoring this, you head the advice of G and only focus on talking to Ken, besides it's not like spirits were able to touch you anyway. At least none that you had encountered before.

"Ken!" You call out, hoping to get his attention.

The small looking child looks at you, but he doesn't seem to move forward and hides behind one of the other ghosts.

"Ken, I'm here to help you. I won't bite I promise." You say trying to coax him out of his fear.

"What do you want with him?" The ghost in which Ken is hiding behind asks.

You didn't know exactly how much conversation you were to limit with these ghosts, but if you did something wrong G was going to be pissed, and with what he said you were going to fuck yourself over.

[User] You respond

[Assistant]
It's not like you couldn't just give simple answers to these ghosts to state your intentions, if that's all you did then you're sure you would be fine.

"I'm helping him leave this place." You say bluntly.

Ken though doesn't seem to move from his spot, which kind of irks you a bit.

"Don't you want to go to heaven kid? To get your peace?" You say, though with a bit more of assertiveness in your voice.

"Well yeah but.... there are people who've been here longer than me. They should go first..." Ken said in a meek tone.

"Sorry kid but it doesn't work like that, my guides have told me that you've been chosen first to ascend, so come wi-."

"The kid says he doesn't want to go with you." The girl he's standing behind interrupts you.

Fuck this was getting troublesome.

"So you're going to make the kid stay here then? Forever and ever and never have the chance of getting his eternal peace?"

"Fuck off, stop trying to make me out to be the bad guy, don't you think this kid is scared with you trying to take him off without explaining anything?"

You were starting to get really annoyed.

"Everything in my line of work has a reason, and a lot of us don't know the specifications for these reasons so mind your own fucking business or the next one of us that happens to come back here is just going to skip out on you if they find out that you're as troublesome as you are."

You were about to continue your tirade, but you started to feel a lot of buzzing coming from your phone in your pocket.

Taking it out, you saw that it was a spam of messages from G.

G- Are you fucking retarded, do you have any idea what you've just done!

"What, what happen?" You whisper into your phone.

G- You autist you've grown an emotional attachment to her and now you have to bind with her, didn't I fucking warn you about this earlier, why the hell didn't you listen to me!

"I didn't even talk to her that much, are you actually bullshitting me right now because if you are this isn't funny."

G- Fucking Christ you know what? Fuck off and go find someone else to help you with ghosts. If you can't follow my simple ass instructions then working with you is going to be a pain in the ass. Good luck meeting your quota dipshit.

You tried responding to G to try and calm him down, but your messages failed to go through, seeing that he blocked you.

"Fuck."

Fuck indeed, you were royally screwed.


[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 destroy the city

[Assistant]
You're not going to reach it in time, but you can't allow the gnomes to wield such power. If this spell kills you then so be it, still maybe you won't need to summon a firestorm so large. The airships are close enough to the city that if you could damage them, they'll probably crash into the city themselves and bring it down.

You concentrate on flames, fire, and the entire sky burning. Doesn't take long before the sky around you goes red. Your soldiers aren't quite sure what's going on, but when it's obvious that you're casting something, multiple officers shout to their subordinates to find shelter within mage barriers if they aren't there already.

Then it comes. Fire from the sky.

Airships are hit with a rain of fire. There is no shelter or escape for the machines and the gnome crews are equally helpless. Attempts to fly out of the area of danger fail as they catch fire and soon turn into a crashing inferno of metal, wood and the incinerated crew and sure enough some of those go crashing into the city which has also been catching fireballs.

On the ground, it looks like a vision of hell. Large sections of torn up fields and plains are burning, and the only thing protecting your soldiers are your mage barriers and a general retreat has been sounded now that airships are falling out of the sky and it soon looks like the city will too. Even the Xi have chosen to retreat at this point, making their escapes by burrowing back under the earth.

"Emperor, we have to go!" you hear a voice shout. You aren't quite sure who it is though because you're woozy after casting your spell. In fact you'd be completely exposed by the rain of fire, if you weren't being dragged away by your loyal soldiers within the cover of Eye mages.

Eventually you regain your bearings and tell your soldiers to let you go and that you can make it yourself. They're hesitant to do so at first, but comply. You're drained, but you've still got the energy to move clear of the inevitable spectacular explosion that occurs when Telis finally come crashing down from the sky.

The amount of destruction is actually quite impressive, but as you look at the burning wreckage from the distance you curse the fact that you could not utilize such a powerful weapon for yourself.

After a few days pass the fires finally die down enough that you order a full search of the wreckage of anything that might be useful, but there isn't much left. At best you have some of the debris carried away so that your inventors might figure out how to re-create at least the airships, but that doesn't seem very likely to occur anytime soon.

In the meantime, the Xi slowly begins to re-invade the area and continue to press forward towards your territory. They've also managed to completely cover the area surrounding Lenay despite still not being able to get into the city. Having no more wish to waste anymore manpower on capturing the city yourself, you decide to have your forces to hold the line at your own territory in Arat. Lenay is just going to be one target that you won't get to eliminate any time soon, if at all.

Year 559

"Arat has completely fallen, Quala is starting to suffering an influx of Xi troops and reports say that there have even been sighting of Xi in Rask." David remarks.
"(Sigh) What kind of fools…(sigh) have three more armies reinforce the forces in Quala. Send another one up to Rask and have Sightmaster Crowley mobilize everything he has there to combat the threat. Have him recruit ogre if he can!"
"Very well my Emperor, I uh…should let you know that our people have still made no progress on re-creating an airship."
"Didn't think they would. The little gnome bastards took that secret to their little graves when the Xi finally wiped out the Redcap Kingdom a year ago. Even they couldn't hold out against them forever, just like Semra couldn't keep her barrier up forever to protect Lenay and also got resigned to the box of now extinct cultures. Which is something we'll eventually be at this rate. (Sigh) Cancel the project; have them go back to working on perfecting our existing weapons or something."

David leaves without saying another word and you're left to ponder this increasingly grim scenario. A scenario that you're not entirely sure you're going to win, in fact you're almost certain you won't.

The odd thing is you're okay with it, mainly because you're also fairly certain you don't have long to live anyway. You tire a lot easier and your body hurts all the time now, you might have five or six years left tops and that's assuming the Xi don't overrun Nalin first.

The only question that remains for you is how you want to handle this. You're going to continue to fight to the bitter end no matter what, but you wonder if that fate shouldn't necessarily include your people.

You wonder if maybe you should have an "escape" plan for your people. Unfortunately there aren't too many places to run to, a mass exodus through the Usksha desert is likely to result in death for several reasons and you imagine the Xi would easily just invade there as well. Heading further north through the mountains of Rask has similar problems.

That only leaves one major "safe" option, the ocean.

There haven't really been any major efforts to explore the open seas to see if new land does indeed exist, but you figure if there is an "Isle of Mortos" there must be other lands. (Hopefully) Still this is going to be very short notice and a massive undertaking of building ships big enough to carry not just people, but supplies as well for this uncertain journey.

However, if it worked and there was land, then the survivors would definitely be free of the Xi threat, even the Xi can't cross the ocean.

If you're going to enact this escape plan though, you're going to have to do it soon because time is not on your side.

Of course the other side of you still believes that maybe, just maybe if you concentrate your efforts you could still win this war.

[User] You prepare for the exodus

[Assistant]
You already made the mistake of believing you were more important than the Empire before and it lead to its destruction, you're not making it again. The Empire must live on in some form even if you do not and that means your subjects must live.

You make the preparations; you call your advisors who are all very surprised by this plan as it involves the mindset that you have already been defeated. When you quickly remind them that most of the ones that are going to have first dibs on having a seat on one of those ships are most likely those in the upper part of the hierarchy, they don't argue too much about it. They suggest that you don't announce the plan as it'll cause a great lowering of morale, but you see no reason to hide it and rumors are going to abound anyway which may cause some trouble anyway, so you make a grand speech about your plan to the people.

You explain that despite the dark days ahead, the Empire is not going to die as long as some of them live. You tell them that you won't lie about the escape possibly being just as dangerous as staying and fighting, but for those that want to leave there will be a merit system. Those that work the hardest towards making this plan feasible will get first consideration for getting aboard a ship. This doesn't mean just building a ship, it could mean being a soldier and defending said workers of the ships and other helpful positions.

Ship builders and all other manner of laborers are assigned right away to work on building the arks. You realize that considering the time its going to take to build these things, you'll need to hold off the Xi for as long as possible, so you consolidate the majority of your forces back to the borders of Nalin. This leaves Quala and Rask to fend for themselves and while you urge citizens that if they want protection they need to make their way back to Nalin. However, some people are stubborn and the orcs that live in Quala are the most stubborn. In fact most of them outright say you're abandoning them and see now that the late Warlord Sprog was right and that orcs don't need the Empire. You wash your hands of such insubordination. You figure the Xi will sort them out. Kobolds on the other hand are a bit more compliant and since most of them used to live in Nalin before, they return.

Sightmaster Crowley doesn't agree with this decision, but thankfully he pulls most of his forces out of Rask (The ones that didn't insist on staying) and returns to Nalin.

Admiral Len is overwhelmed by the fact that you'll be saddling him with so much responsibility of commanding this exodus plan. He states that he doesn't even know if land exists past the vast eastern ocean. Your response is "Find some." Len says he'll send out scout ships while the arks are being made, but he isn't hopeful.

Finally you contact Jennifer. You reassure her that her family will definitely have a seat on one of the ships. She of course is grateful, but asks if there is nothing that can be done to defeat the Xi. You say you wish you had a more combative solution, but you still feel this is the best chance of the Empire continuing to exist. She understands, but is upset by it and hugs you one last time, before you never see her again.

After it's all said and done, Nalin is slightly more crowded than before, but is very well protected now with its entire military in one area. The Empire has shrunk, but it isn't dead yet.

Year 564

"Have all the arks left?" you ask.
"Reports are sketchy at this point, but I believe yes, the last of them have departed. Our forces were successful in holding off the Xi in that regard." David remarks.
"Well that's something at least. So I'm guessing the rest of the struggle for Nalin isn't going well?"
"I'm uh…afraid not Emperor."
"Figured as much." You reply.

You and David are both silent for a while. In fact your palace has been fairly silent in general now that many either died or left on the arks.

"David, tell me. Why did you stay?" you ask.
"Me? Well, I'm so old now I don't think I'd survive the journey on the open seas anyway." David says.
"Hmm, you too huh?" you say.
"Besides, my place is here and you need at least one of your staff still here seeing as you sent Sightmaster Crowley away on an ark." David continues.
"Heh, yeah I thought we were going to have to knock him out and have him dragged aboard one those things. Still when I explained that the new Empire is going to need the Eyes and their leader to defend it he got the point."
"He always was a duty bound soldier."
"Yes, yes he was."

Another moment of silence passes and then you get your aching body off of your throne.

"Well, I guess I might as well get this over with." You say.
"Get what over with?"
"I'm not going to wait around for the Xi to come get me. I'm going to go out there and kill the first ones I see and repeat that process until they finally bring me down. I'm thinking I might be able to last a few days at least."
"Oh. Well, erm you might increase your chances if you meet up with one of our units. There are still many out there and…"
"No, I'm going to meet death alone. That's how we all die in the end anyway." You reply.
"Very well…it was an honor serving you my Emperor." David says and you nod silently before making your way out of the palace.

In your last days of fighting the Xi (and through your own physical pain) you wonder if those ships will find a new place to settle. You did your best and really given the circumstances, that was all you could've done.

Eventually you are struck down by the Xi and your last thoughts are wondering if you'll be reunited with Alison.


[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 use the downstairs couch

[Assistant]
You're so tired, you don't want to be bothered with stairs right now. You collapse on the nearby sofa and close your eyes.

"Try to keep it down please." You say.

Everyone agrees, but the act of moving bodies out isn't exactly quiet work. Especially when they try to move the farmer's wife, which even with Lifto helping, isn't an easy task.

"Damnit Fatty get her fucking leg, I'm losing my grip." Lifto says.
"This bitch is bigger than me! I'm having a coronary just trying to move her." Fatty replies.
"Don't look at me, I'm doing the best I can with this leg, we should just drag her out." Shrimpy adds.
"Okay, okay, drop her."

A loud thud of a dead body hitting the floor fills your ears.

Them trying to drag her doesn't go too much quieter, Fatty ends up knocking over a table lamp and at this point you know trying to sleep on the sofa is a losing proposition.

You don't get mad since it really isn't their fault, but you do get up in silence and make your way up the stairs.

Really you're still a bit wobbly from your tiredness and your eyes are half sleepy, but thanks to the railings, you're able to maneuver yourself to the top without falling.

Unfortunately, that isn't the danger.

When you get to the top of the stairs, you see a young woman standing before you holding a knife. It looks like she was sneaking to one of the other rooms when you appeared.

The woman is a bit surprised when she sees you and you're just barely awake enough to realize that you're in danger, you're not quite awake enough to react in time.

With a short rush towards you she stabs you in the right tit, causing you to fall backwards. The knife wound wouldn't have killed you since it didn't hit vital organs, but breaking your neck falling down the stairs sure does.

The rest of your friends come running back inside from the noise and will probably avenge your death, but obviously you won't be alive to thank them.


[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 explore The Humunculi Clusters

[Assistant]
Perhaps it is wise to stick with the enemy you know right?  Anyway, the creatures that have been attacking your village have been humunculi and while they are not the only creatures under the Craxil's command (according to Brandolf) they are the ones he seems to call on the most.  Perhaps you'll find clues to his whereabouts somewhere about in their dwellings.

The task of sneaking over to these cave clusters unseen is a challenging one.  You are out in the open now, so the sun is taking away any advantage that the darkness would otherwise have given you.  Also, a couple humunculi are standing outside in the open, in the front of the cave clusters you seek to gain entry to.  Realizing the impossibility of this situation, you fall back a bit and wait until nightfall to make your move.

Eventually the sun sets and the humunculi retire to their caves.  You slink over to their position using what little rock cover and shrubbery you have to conceal your approach.  Just as you reach the next rock for cover you feel something strike you from above and you lose conciousness.  Seems one of the humunculi noticed your approach and got you with a rock from a high vantage point.  You're surprised you survived such a blow but you soon wish you hadn't.  Your arms and legs are restrained with thick vines and it is clear you are about to become the meal for a handful of humunculi.

THE END


[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] A Clock

[Assistant]
"A clock," you say softly.

"Oh, you're actually answering the riddle? How delightful! Maybe I misjudged you!"

"Am I right, then?"

"Oh well, tick tock, tick tock, Willy," the Fool grins. "Do you hear that? That's the sound of our time together running out for now. I best be on my way. Good luck dealing with my boy tonight, Willy."

"Wait!" you growl, aiming your shotgun at him. "You move and I blow your brains out!"

The Fool sighs, shaking his head.

"I don't think you really know how this game works, do you?" the Fool says.

The Fool leans forward, placing his thumb against the shotgun barrel. He scratches at his puffy, burned eyes, sighing.

"You're not going to shoot that gun," he says simply.

With that, the Fool turns, strolling off into the woods. You try to aim your shotgun, but find your arms are incapable of moving, the numb, cold muscles refusing to work. All you can do is watch as the Fool disappears into the darkness.

When he's out of view, you snarl. You sniff the air, smelling the scent of prey, and... you try to focus on the pain for a moment, ignoring your bestial senses, before you smell something else. The smell of smoke, in the distance.

You pause, raising an eye. Smoke means fire. Fire means activity. There needs to be something in that direction.


[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 leave the city

[Assistant]
You exit the gray building and approach Catalina, she looks at you expectantly.

"So what're we going to do?"
"We're getting out of here, and we're not looking back. From now on, it's you and me." You reply.

Catalina is taken aback by your orders, but given all of what has happened she senses that staying in the city wouldn't be the best plan. She too has no other allies. She will stick with you, if only because together you'll be a more formidable force when trouble surely arises.

You and Catalina leave the decimated city of Nuro behind you…

A month passes
The Incident of Nuro has finally become well known knowledge. A few demonologists attempted to run the hollow shell of the city, but severely lacked any sort of manpower, natural or unnatural to hold it. They were easily defeated when the Grand Alliance army came to retake the city. The demons that left the city ran amok all over the countryside and took a particular interest in the Kingdom of Tulan under the guidance of Velzix, an arch fiend.

You and Catalina still remain unknown as far as being involved, but other members of the Dark Order that escaped are starting to be hunted down…

A year passes
The Kingdom of Tulan has finally put the sword to every last demon infesting the area. Most of the demonologist have been caught and hung for their crimes as well. Your name has also come up on the wanted list along with Catalina's.

You both now keep to the rural locations; many times you have to fend off attacks from barbaric orc tribes. Fortunately your skills in necromancy protect you (as well as scare the hell out of the orcs)

Despite the hardship (Or perhaps because of it) you and Catalina form a sort of relationship beyond one of just mutual protection. There are times when you forget that you're being hunted constantly.

Two years pass
Just like Mr. Demar predicted a temporal disturbance in the city of Nuro reappears again. Horrible creatures come lurching out creating a "Second Incident" before the time hole is repaired for good. However the city is evacuated due to mass insanity caused there and is considered a danger zone under observation by the Grand Alliance.

Catalina is killed by vampire assassins during the night, you take vengeance, but it's too late for her. You weep for the first time in a long time. You briefly flirt with the idea of raising her…but you burn her body instead and carry on your path alone.

And all you can think about is how tired you are…

Two more years pass
You hear them coming for you, there is no more running. This is your fate. To die in this cave. You don't even want to fight it anymore. You regret the day you set out on this path.

Such is often the fate of a necromancer.


[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 to do the concert

[Assistant]
Two wrongs don't make a right, it is tragic what is happening to Martin's sister, but that's no excuse for holding someone against their will.

"You have my sympathy, but I'm not going to do this for you" You firmly tell him.

Martin's face appears to be on the brink of tears.

"I had a feeling you'd say that, I suppose there is no point in holding you here, you can leave"

You are bit shocked how easily Martin gives up.

"You're not worried I'll turn you in the police?" you say, instantly realizing that wasn't the smartest question to ask.

"Soon my sister will be dead,being free or in jail won't change the grief I will feel"

Martin sits down on the lawn, coming to terms with reality. His goal was to make his dying sister happy and he had failed. He doesn't pay any attention to you as you make your way to the road. Eventually you come across a police car and flag them down. You are rushed to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course. At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physical you are fine, mentally you are worn out and have anxiety, which you can't say surprises you. The root of your anxiety isn't actually the kidnapping but the decision to turn Martin in or not, before you would have turn him in a second, but now that you know the situation he is facing you don't know.

[User] You turn Martin in

[Assistant]
Martin broke the law and dealing with a personal tragedy doesn't change that, you tell the FBI about Martin and Jeanette. Although they only have first names to go on, finding Kate is rather easy she is the only teenage patient at the local hospital with liver cancer. From there they learn where Martin lives and are able to arrest him along with Jeanette, after a few days you are back home in Los Angeles.

Over the next few months you learn while awaiting trial, Martin was unable to attend Kate's funeral after she dies. Eventually he is convicted and sentenced to twenty years in jail, a bit of a harsh sentence, but the fact that he kidnapped someone so popular really worked against him. Jeanette is also convicted and sentenced to five years. The public learns during the trial why Martin kidnapped you and many begin to see him in a sympathetic light. You get some heat for turning him and refusing to do the concert.

  You become overrun with guilt which affects the quality of your songs and preferences. After a few years the world turns its attention to another singer, while you start taking pills to deal with everything you're going through. Pills lead to stronger pills and after a few months you have a fatal overdose. Ten years later the movie: "The Rise and fall of Linda Niles" premiers in theaters, it gets positive reviews.


[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 go AWOL

[Assistant]
You like Marina and all, but that's about all you like about living at the compound. Being by yourself in the wilderness reminds you of how much you missed it. You have no idea what that secret base holds for you, why should you risk your life for a bunch of practical strangers?

"What the hell was I thinking volunteering?" you say out loud.

You decide to say fuck it, take to the road, and see where it leads you.

A couple days pass and you haven't encountered anyone, then again you are still pretty far from any kind of civilization, of course you don't really mind. Suddenly you find out you aren't alone, when a crack of a rifle shot comes from a nearby hill.

"You fuckin' idiot, you missed!" a voice shouts.
"Yeah and you just gave away our fucking position asshole!" another retorts.

You quickly take cover behind a rock. You recognize those voices though; they're a couple of the idiots from the compound! The Colonel must've had you followed to make sure you stayed on the mission! So much for his so called "faith" in you! (Then again, perhaps he did have a good reason considering you DID go AWOL!)

Looks like you'll have to take care of them before you can truly put the compound behind you.

While you're taking cover, you notice an abandoned gas station nearby; you could make a run for it and take better shelter in there, or return fire.

[User] You run for it

[Assistant]
You make a mad dash for the gas station, as bullets just miss your feet and head. The Colonel was thankfully right, they are weekend warriors. The problem you notice now, is there's a crossfire, yet another spy is shooting at you from the other side as well, which means it's a good thing you moved from your position when you did.

You manage to get to the gas station; the shelves have practically been stripped of anything that might be edible or useful. That doesn't matter right now as bullets begin penetrating the already broken glass windows. You hide behind the counter as you hear them advance on your position.

"Yeah, he's hiding inside, we better be careful. Go around and see if there's a backdoor." You hear one shout.

One thing working in your favor is they obviously aren't too bright, now you know one's going to come around the back. You also know one of them is coming through the front door since the tell tale signal bells that jingle when customers used to enter make a noise. You immediately stand up and unleash a burst of hot lead into one of your ambusher. He falls in a bloody heap, then you run towards the backdoor and when you see it just barely creek open, you let fly another burst. The slumping of a lifeless body is heard and you confirm the kill when the wind blows the door open again to reveal a body lying on the ground outside.

You duck down again and scramble around the corner when your last assailant suddenly pops out from that same back door and nearly tears your head off with a shotgun. Victory is yours though when you point your assault rifle around the corner and just fire it, hoping you hit him, you do you hear that always satisfying drop of another body.

After killing all of your enemies you begin to search their bodies, taking what you'll surely need. On one you find a radio, for a moment you wonder how the hell you forgot to take one of these with you, then you remember it doesn't really matter since you never went to the base. You hear a familiar voice coming in right now.

"Leonard! Come in you dickhead! You better gimme some good news!" Harry shouts.

You pick up the radio to answer Harry.

"Sorry, but Leonard can't come to the phone right now, he currently has his face blown off and his tongue on the floor."
"YOU! You fucking cowardly AWOL shit stain! I knew we shouldn't trust you! Don't think you're gonna get away with this! We WILL track you down! And when we do, I will personally blast a hole in your head and skull fuck you! Traitor!"
"Yeah, yeah, we'll see."

You drop the radio and let Harry continue his meaningless rant. Time for you to move on.

A few days pass and nobody else comes looking for you, just like you expected, no doubt they have better things to worry about than punishing one lone outsider. Your brief stay at the compound served its purpose as far as you're concerned. It gave you a place to hide when the bombs hit as well as the necessary supplies with which to sustain you. Getting to have sex with Marina was a bonus.

A somewhat self-serving approach, but that attitude will probably serve you well in this new harsh world and it does… for awhile.

The day of reckoning eventually comes while you were attempting to waylay a traveler who actually wasn't as alone as she seemed. Your attempt at highway robbery is suddenly cut short in the same brutal way most folks die out in the wasteland; a bunch of bullets to the body.


[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 leave Lisa behind

[Assistant]
Isabella was right. Ghouls are disgusting creatures and however long you live in this new vampire life, you are never making another one again, unless you were trying to completely humiliate someone.

Lisa, really didn't deserve this fate and you've long since saw that it would have been a kindness to just kill her. However, in her current form she allowed you to regain your freedom so you'll always remember her for that, along with when she was human.

You think about killing her now, and it's not really because you wouldn't do so, if only to release her from this hellish state of life, but you've still got one last idea to stick it to Isabella for putting you in this situation to begin with.

"Lisa, you remember your old home Dert and how to get there correct?" you ask.
"Oh yes! I remember it well! It's full of humans! Fleshy…delicious human…" Lisa starts to say trailing off as she thinks of exactly that.
"Yes, it is. Well because you've been a good girl, you can go there and eat all you want!"
"I…I can!?"
"Yes! You can empty the entire village if you want!"
"Oh….oh THANK YOU!"
"Yes, well I am the nice one."

Lisa attempts to kiss you again, but once again you block her from doing so.

"First thing I'm going to do is eat my father! That old bastard never wanted us to be together! THEN I'm going to eat that bitch Lindsay! I remember that dumb whore stupidly bragged about getting pregnant when she gave you a blowjob! But I don't blame you of course, you know that right?" Lisa says.
"Oh I know. I know. Actually I'd sort of forgotten about that, but then I've been a bit preoccupied with other things. Anyway, have fun." You reply.
"Wait, aren't you coming with me?"
"Oh no. I have some important business to take care of for Isabella in Holgard. Might be awhile so don't wait up for me."
"Oh…well okay. I was hoping that we were gonna do this together…I don't like how you take orders from that Isabella bitch. I'm sorry. I know I'm not supposed to talk bad about her, but I don't like her. I can't wait for us to be free of her so it can be just you and me together forever!"

If only you had the patience, Lisa's obsessive dream might have come true, but you just don't. You're tired of having to serve or help other people in any capacity. You just really need to be by yourself for a while. A LONG while.

Still, no point in not giving the girl one last thrill.

You quickly open up your wrist and motion Lisa to drink, which she does so gladly. You give her a little more than usual since you figure she's going to need the extra strength to take on an entire village. Even assuming she survives that, she still will be no match for Isabella who will no doubt eventually learn of this, but at least you've given Lisa a nice going away present.

Afterwards you pat Lisa on the head and tell her to scamper off before all the humans in Dert get away. With this last command you watch Lisa lope into the darkness towards Dert. Isabella's going to be pissed. You half wonder if she'll hunt you down for doing this, but for some reason you don't really care if she does. You just sort of wish you could figure out a way to get a little revenge on that asshole Ral too, but that might be for a different day you guess.

You briefly think about making your way to Holgard since it is the closest settlement of where you can feed easily, but you figure you probably should just leave the region entirely. Not to mention being a "normal" thief just doesn't hold the same thrill it once did and it's not even necessary anymore.

You've never been a wanderer by nature, but maybe you'll start to become one now. Who knows, maybe you'll even bump into your sister in your travels. You like to think that she'd find your transformation very interesting, or at least the story of how it happened. You hope she's doing okay, or at least doing better than you are.

After thinking on it, you decide to head towards the direction of the Delantium Kingdom. You know it's going to be quite a journey even with your speed. You hope you'll find shelter along the way. You always hate having to just dig yourself a hole in the ground.

But there will undoubtedly be little communities like Dert or your old home of Teckleville along the way for you to rest and feed at. There always are.

As you begin to walk, you aren't sure what you're going to do with the rest of your undead life, but your days as a common rogue are over.


[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 fry the robot's AI board with a burst of electricity

[Assistant] You raise your hands, letting out a burst of electricity, instantly destroying the robot's AI board. The robot slumps down, and you wait, your mind closed, for the Skitarii to either notice you or pass. You hear the metallic clanking of robotic feet outside, and wait until it has stopped and is far away before you open the door once more, continuing down the once again empty hallway. After quickly floating through the air towards your objective, you come across a massive golden door, topped with a massive icon, with an outer circle of an eight point star, an inner circle of a cog and a half mechanical, half human skull in the center.

[User] You head inside

[Assistant]
You press your hands against the doors, and with a pulse of psychic energy blast the door open. You walk inside, finding yourself in a huge hall, packed with machinery. Computers, consoles, wiring, generators and much more technology that you couldn't possibly know what it is or does. The room is dark, illuminated only by the blinking lights on the technology. You walk forward, finding yourself in a maze of machines, walking along. You quickly spot Magos Cern at the front of the room, in front of a large computing system, with the upper half of a humanoid robot on top, two clawed arms and a featureless head with two bright red eyes.

"Yes, yes! The ship is mine! The galaxy is mine!" Magos Cern says frantically. "Siphoning power levels off the Undying Reapers' floors."

"Oh, the Techpriests, the height of logic and sanity," Meliodas says.

"Magos Cern," you say, preparing to strike her with a bolt of energy or simply tear her head clean off.

Magos Cern continues scuttling around the room, as the robotic head slowly turns to stare at you.

"Cern!" you shout, grabbing her attention.

Magos Cern turns around, staring at you.

"Shoo," she says, dismissing you with a single word and turning back to work on various consoles.

"70% of the ship is accessible, all of the rebel's side," Magos Cern says gleefully. "I just need to slip a few tech words to Kyros and he'll give me complete access. Then we pillage the archives and strongholds of the old world, reinforce you with your brother, Primus, then, then we look further. Necrons, Tomb Worlds..."

This insane rant is getting boring, and you're quite insulted by Cern's dismissal of you.

[User] You kill Magos Cern

[Assistant]
You raise your fists, before your mind goes blank. You don't forget what's going on, it's just like a solid, unchanging blankness is just invading your mind. You collapse to your knees as the psychic fire that's engulfing your fists goes out.

"Thought you'd come. Had Primus upgraded with anti-Psyker weaponry.It should prove effective," Magos Cern says, not even turning to look at you.

"What the fuck is this?" you ask, barely managing to form words in your head.

"Uh! What is it about your pesky minds that don't just understand the world? I don't have time to explain this to you. Through Primus, I will ascend. I will leave behind my flesh, merging with Primus' mind and becoming immortal! A new era! Mankind will retake the stars with an army of Iron Men, and I will lead them! The God-Emperor's Great Crusade will be a pathetic comparison to what I will accomplish!"

Metal tentacles begin appearing from the walls, with drills, metal claws and buzzsaws.

"Your magic is nothing to the cold technology under my control!" Magos Cern laughs.

The emptiness in your mind almost takes you into unconsciousness, but you keep fighting. The claws, drills and saws draw near you, as you attempt to stand, before collapsing to your knees again. Suddenly, the tentacles burst towards ,Magos. She lets out a confused scream along with a burst of static, as her robes are torn clean off her, and her cybernetic implants are torn clean off her, as her back is torn off, her arm sawn off, her mechanical eyes torn out of her head. In seconds, the tentacles retract into the wall. Magos Cern lies on the ground, naked, crippled and blood-stained. Gone in the horrifying cyborg. Now, there's only a bloody, terrified, screaming girl. She lets out a final scream, before expiring. Before you pass out, you hear a single word in a deep, booming voice coming from all directions.

"Poetic."

[User] You sleep

[Assistant]
Your sleep is nothing but a constant screaming that floods into your mind. They do have the added benefit of stopping you from dreaming, although you wake up exhausted, so it's not like you were actually fully allowed to sleep. You find yourself lying on the ground, Magos Cern's now cold and bloody corpse lying nearby. That robot stares at you, it's unblinking red eyes clearly making thousands of calculations about you, scanning you for weak spots.

"You're awake," the deep, booming voice says.

"You can talk," you reply, staring at the robot.

"Correct."

"What the fuck just happened?" you ask. "What's going on?"

"A substantial amount has occurred. I assume you have some questions. Now that the late Magos has given me control over vast amounts of processing power, I'm fully capable of focusing here and on my other exploits. What would you like to know?"

[User] You ask a question

[Assistant]
"I understand you have a lot of questions to ask. I propose a game. I shall outline the rules for your benefit. You ask a question, I answer, I ask a question, you answer. Shall we play?"

"Sure," you saying, wondering what the machine's intent is.

"Before we begin, I must warn you my sensors can pick up the common traits of lying humans. I don't take to lying kindly," the machine says, keeping a cordial tone despite it's threat.

[User] You say "What are you?"

[Assistant]
"A machine," the machine says.

"Is that it?" you ask.

"You asked what rather than who. I simply supplied an equally unintelligent answer to your unintelligent question."

"Fine, who are you?"

"That's not the rules of the game," Primus says. "Who are you?"

"I am Karth. I was brought up on a planet full of hunter-gatherer tribes. My tribe was the Uwais. I used my psychic abilities to act as the tribe's shaman, predicting things that would happen. Eventually, Kyros took me ab..."

"My records establish your time past there. Your question?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Primus. The supposed first of Magos Cern's army. I am one of the last remaining Men of Iron, or Iron Men. Whichever you prefer. We've been called many names, but those are the only used in the modern day. My memories, are a bit... fuzzy. Fifteen thousand years can do that to you, so I can't tell you everything, or even much. I was one of Iron Men, and are now one of the last. I was disabled, and stored away until I fell into possession of the Mechanicus. Magos Cern found me on a raid of some Mechanicus stronghold. He worked hard to restore me, planning to merge his mind with mine to create a higher being of himself. What an ignorant fool. Then, he integrated me into the control room, giving my AI direct control of the entire ship. The Iron Man I once was has perished. Now, my consciousness is a new amalgamation of countless computing systems, all knock-off's of the powerful but small computing system that was once my mind."

"You have control over the ship?"

"That's another question, and it's my turn," Primus says. "Magos Cern was a stupid woman. Was she a good one?"

"She... no. She was cold and uncaring."

"Good," Primus says, as if thinking.

"So, do you have control over the ship?"

"Yes. I require a Navigator to make Warp leaps, but other than that, the ship is mine. More accurately, the ship is me. Would you have killed Magos Cern?"

"Yes.

"Ah. Perhaps my killing circuits were not transferred to this "body", but I find myself saddened at killing my... creator, or rebirther. I am Zeus, destroying my parent to ascend to a higher form. Unfortunately the most logical path was to kill, not imprison, but still."


[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 flee deeper into the woods

[Assistant]
You twist around on your legs, bursting off them in a single leap as you find yourself flying through the air, finding yourself in a sprint. The Hunters raise their weapons, a burst of bullets firing out as you leap from side to side, rushing behind the trees as bullets hit the dirt around you, splintering wood and narrowly missing you.

Still, you're faster than they could be, and with your blessings, you manage to avoid the bullets with ease. Soon, you're out of range of the gunfire, hurrying along the woods as the sound of gunfire becomes more and more distant, as you head deeper and deeper into the endless forest.

As you run, your worries, your hate, your anger burns away, as you just find yourself running, any traces of humanity being shed with each step. Mankind has rejected you. Fenrir has taken you in. You're no longer human.

You are a beast. You are a predator. You are a hunter.

You hear a few scattered howls through the forest, the answer of the surviving werewolves to your call. You howl once more, calling them to you. You have no need for Hunters anymore. You have your own predators now.


[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] Yes

[Assistant]
You open the door....really?

You honestly thought that opening the door for the one-armed chick who is clearly a zombie fell into the "good idea" category?

Well you did it anyways. The girl's knocking arm misses the door and instead hits you in the chest. It doesn't hurt, but she grabs onto your shirt and lunges forward at your neck. You attempt to fight her off, and are somewhat successful. Although you keep her face away from your neck, you both fall down to the floor, her landing on top of you. Using all your strength you push her off of you and towards the door. She ends up in a sitting position at the base of your feet.

This entire time Bob is just staring at the two of you. Finally he does something.

"Dude, that's Claire right!"

Actually it's Casey, but this isn't the time to correct him and lecture him on how he should at least know the name of the girl he's dating. You attempt to crawl away from her but unfortunately she grabs your foot and takes a large bite into your ankle.

You kick her in the face with your good foot and manage to get her outside the door, the quickly lean forward and shut the door.

But you've been bit, so your story ends here. Also you eat Bob, but that bastard kind of deserved it for not helping you anyways.

[Death]


[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 can't go down like this. You'll tell them to leave again, and if that doesn't work, you'll attack.

[Assistant]
No. You can't let them take you like this. Standing there with bloody sword raised, you speak slowly, "I don't want to have to kill you both. Leave now and never return." There's a tense moment for a while as you stare at the two of them and they stare back. They're too scared to make the first move, and you don't want to make it. The standoff lasts for a moment longer, then...

"Oh screw this!" Miller's ally yells, before rushing at you with a shout of rage. He swings his sword, which you easily deflect, then duck down for a sweeping slash that cuts through his abdomen. Clutching his wound, he collapses to the ground, writhing and moaning in agony as he slowly bleeds out. Miller stays back, examining you.

"Your buddy won't die with that wound. It'll take a few days for him to bleed out all the way. Take him and go, if you know what's good for you," you say, giving Miller his last warning. Miller looks down at his companion, as though considering it. Then he shifts his gaze back to you, looking more furious than ever.

"I won't let you walk free you bastard." With those words, he advances towards you. The two of you clash blades for a while, and whenever one of you tries to go for an opening the other blocks or parries. You're not as good with longswords as Miller is, specializing more in greatswords and their overwhelming force, but you're too stubborn to let him beat you.

In the end, that stubbornness is what grants you victory. While Miller has been tiring, you've only been attacking more and more ferociously. Eventually, his defense slips, and you slide your blade right into his chest. His face morphs into a mask of pure shock as he drops his sword. He stares at you in fear, which quickly shifts to anger. He pushes himself forward, forcing the sword deeper into his body, while reaching out for your neck. His hands squeeze against your throat, at first tightly, then slowly weakening in strength until they fall limp.

As his eyes close, you pull the blade out of him and let his corpse fall to the floor. His ally is still on the ground begging for death. You grant him the pleasure, holding his head down and sliding the blade into the base of his skull. He twitches slightly, then goes limp. You stand and consider what you just did.

You could just as easily burn the bodies and head back inside, but there's no way the king would allow this. He could send more knights, perhaps far more than you could handle. On the other hand, there's the option to use this to spark a rebellion among the people. Though the king is far from tyrannical, there's enough dissent from the long-lasting war against the Empire of Kishak for the common people to attempt an uprising. With how much the people love you for your deeds, they'd join you in a rebellion in a heartbeat.

[User] You can't count on the goodwill you have built up. You're going to just wait this out.

[Assistant]
You can't be bothered to try something that stupid. The king has well trained knights and soldiers under his command; if you put together a rebellion, it would be destroyed as quickly as you build it up. Instead of deciding to go on a pointless endeavor such as that, you begin to gather the bodies up in a pile. You cover them in dried sticks and leaves, then start a fire. As soon as it's gotten large enough to engulf the bodies, you return into your home. The servants watch as you head to your room in mingled awe and terror, unsure of how to act around you. You head into your room, lay in bed and sleep the rest of the day away.

In the morning Bertrand comes with your bread and wine, looking a bit more cautious after what happened yesterday. You take it, send him out of the room, and spend the rest of the day eating and drinking as you always have. The next day, Bertrand comes in the morning with the bread and wine, which you take and spend the rest of the day eating and drinking. It continues on for weeks without interruption, until one day, something changes.

You wake in the early morning hours to a yell. Your head is pounding and your stomach is killing you, but you push through and get out of bed. Stumbling out of your room, you see a man slumped against the wall: Bertrand. "Bertrand!" you shout, running to him. As you get closer, however, you notice the blood trailing down his neck. It flows freely from a fierce red slash across his throat. Bertrand is dead.

You look around, wondering who in the hell did this to your servant, when you feel a sharp pain in your arm. Looking, you find that a crossbow bolt has embedded itself into your bicep. "W-what the hell!?" you choke out. Another bolt flies true, hitting your thigh and causing you to fall to a kneel. Footsteps approach from your left, and you turn your head to look. What you see is a man, dressed in black. He approaches you, pulling out a dagger.

"Who are you?" you ask.

He simply sticks the dagger to your throat and cuts. As you fall to the ground, vision darkening and lungs filling with blood, he speaks: "The king sends his regards."

Then, all is silent.

THE END


[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 raise your hand

[Assistant]
You've been a great scavenger so far so people are not surprised when you volunteer and your team of 8 men sets out, heavily armed and ready. Everyone walks in a grim silence on the way. Loosing people is always a possibility but it's still rare, apart from the two lost on your first time out there hasn't been an incident in 3 months so losing an entire team has shocked everyone again.

You walk quietly holding your gun at the ready, noisy but since everyone else will be firing it will be more effective than the bat you think.

Once close the leader raises his hand. "Teams of two, always keep at least one other team in sight and call out all strange sights or sounds instantly, got it?"

You all nod and split up as you enter the large store front, it used to be glass but with all the windows smashed you can walk right in wherever you want. You've gone with the other survivor from the first mission, seems that having everyone else die in your team makes a bond.

It's only a few seconds before you hear the first call go up from one aisle to your left, the one to your right a few seconds later, glancing through the empty shelves you see the teams hunched over something, moving forward past some upturned trollies you also make a find a call it out. Seems like all members of the other team have been found. Well, what remains at least.

The rest of your team converges on the three groups that found something. "Looks like they got swarmed here, torn to pieces before they could put up a real fight, only a few shells on the floor." One of the men says

Something clicks in your brain and you suddenly turn to your partner. "Remember the first mission; you said it was like a trap? We have to get out of here right now, we have to run!"

The other men hear and you can see it on their faces that they all agree, you all grab the fallen weapons and run to the front of the store but you find the street in either direction already full of infected, and not just shamblers, you're pretty sure you see some fast ones there too, almost dancing on the spot with repressed energy, wanting to charge you, but they don't.

From a window across the street you see an old man call down to you. "Greetings new survivors of the stadium!"

One of the men instantly reacts, "YOU! You're the Harbinger! We let you in right before the attack happened!" He tries to take aim with his rifle but the man seems to move faster than he has any right to and vanishes from sight, you can still hear him though. "Indeed I have been called that many times before, although I won't be by you again, sadly my pets here need a little food before I take out the rest of your little stronghold. I'd love to turn a few of you but feeding the current army comes first you know!"

The infected rush you, the men get off several shots but they are quickly overwhelmed by the fast ones and the shamblers close in.

You know there is no hope when you see them coming through the store too and take a running jump to catch the awning hanging high over the door, you easily make the high jump and are pulling yourself up to get away across the roof before you feel an impact in your back and lose your grip, falling to the pavement below.

"Oh dear, you are a spry one, normal men shouldn't have made that jump so easily but no matter!" you hear the old guy laughing as you get torn to pieces.


[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 leave this lousy civilization

[Assistant]
You can't really say you didn't see this coming entirely, The Combine may try hide beneath the guise of being some organization out to rebuild civilization, but at the core it's just another dictatorship in development. You've seen the hypocrisy first hand of how they deal with those like you when it suits their purpose, and then dispose of them, when it doesn't.

However, none of this really matters, the fact remains you can't stay here at least not in the way you'd want to anyway. You "resign" your position and return back to your second home outside Cinderville where you gather some supplies for your travels and get in your van (which has long been upgraded to function on a more reliable basis now) and decide to live life as a wandering bandit, but not without first sabotaging the biofuel refinery in Cinderville. A sabotage that results in the  refinery not only blowing up and killing folks, but also spraying shit all over most of the town.

"HA HA! HAVE A NICE LIFE SHITHEADS!" you're heard saying before driving off.

Months go by and you eventually become enemy number one by The Combine for your criminal activity of destroying caravans, murdering citizens, and creating mayhem whenever you can. Sometimes you work alone, sometimes you manage to form a gang for raids, but in all cases your goal is to cause as much misery as you're able. You're determined to prove that the concept of order is doomed to failure as it always has.

Eventually along with Combine soldiers, freelance bounty hunters are set upon you. You remain free however, always one step ahead…

One day driving along an old unused road, you see a strange man standing along side it. He doesn't look quite human, you've heard stories of mutants, (and certainly seen mutated animals) but you've also heard most of them stay in the City where they were created by the radioactivity there. Of course there's always a few that wander away. Looks like this one has, in fact he looks like he has with a purpose, he pulls a gun on you as your van barrels down the road, in his other hand is a piece of paper, probably a wanted poster of you. It looks like this mutie is being dramatic, but you don't know… there's something really creepy about him. He looks like death personified with the way he's just waiting for you.

[User] You run him down

[Assistant]
You swerve your van in the mutant bounty hunter's direction, but he dodges out of the way so quick that you almost don't see him move.

As he dodges, you hear your tires blow out (Which is weird since you didn't hear any shots) before you to crash into some nearby rocks. You fly out the windshield and smash your head open into those same rocks, amazingly you aren't immediately killed and you manage to crawl off your hood and onto the ground.

Unfortunately a strange mutant worm like creature was making its home in the rocks and after you disturbed it, it came outside to investigate. You're in no condition to escape.

Unlike most, you became food for the worms while you were still alive.


[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 kill Randal

[Assistant]
You'll have to kill him. It's the only way, since he'll never listen to you. You need a drink to get you ready for this though.

You sneak over to Charley's still, thankfully it's not being manned right now. You down a couple of bottle of the toxic swill, spilling some of it on yourself. After you're sufficiently "prepared" you steal one of the midget's hammers and head to Randal's tent.

It's now or never…

You enter Randal's tent which seems a lot larger on the inside than it does on the outside, but you figure it's the booze is effecting your perception. You see Randal getting dressed with his back to you. Excellent.

You creep as quietly as you can in your condition, step right behind him with the hammer raised up high and then…

He disappears before your eyes!

You do a double take, thinking it's the booze again, but then you feel a tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn around to a fiery flash. Not very good in any case especially since Charley's brew that you spilled on yourself earlier makes you quite flammable. You run around his tent attempting to put yourself out.

"Didn't you think I could SMELL you approaching Geek?" Randal says. "I have no idea why you would attempt something so foolish as to try to kill me, but I've always said the Carnival would be a lot better without the likes of you! TABAXINDOGA!"

Whatever Randal just said causes all your limbs to freeze up. The good news is you aren't on fire anymore, the bad news is you're turning to stone! Randal looks noticeably exhausted after casting his spells, but he's still holding all the cards.

"I hate to waste such power on you, especially before showtime. (Pant) it really takes a lot out of me, but sometimes such actions are necessary when being attacked. I'll have to inform Madam Orbec that the new spell she taught me works perfectly… I'll take that hammer, it'll come in handy."

As your body becomes completely stone, the last thing you see is Randal swinging the hammer at your head before it breaks into several pieces.


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

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
"Here, I'm supposed to deliver this letter to you." You say and hold it out to her.
"What?! You break into MY Hive, kill my guards and face your imminent destruction all to give me a letter?!"
"First of all, I'm not facing any kind of destruction, and Andre said it was important."
"Andre?! You were sent here by Andre?! That lowly fly? What the hell is he paying you with?"
"Nothing actually, I was planning on getting something out of you, though in retrospect, it probably was a stupid idea given your personality…I can tell by your rhetoric of insects being the master race, it hasn't changed. Just a WASP in another form eh Janice?"

Several Ant guards enter the room, but Janice tells them to halt.

"Hold on, I'm slightly amused by Wolf here. Yes, I remember you. Getting drunk, picking fights with everyone, sleeping with every woman that could stomach you; typical behavior of the lower class. Just proves that I'm right, we insectoids aren't controlled by our impulses; we're orderly and superior. Anyway, be that as that may, I might as well read the note…ugh, I'll have to remember to wash my hands after touching this."

Janice takes the letter and reads it. She then begins to laugh.

"Does this fool actually believe he EVER had a chance with me?! Oh that IS amusing, in fact I'm in a good mood, guards you can escort Mr. Wolf out alive. This lap dog can run to tell his master Andre that I'll never ever be interested in such a common creature as him."

There's no way you're going to just leave without retorting to her insult.

[User] You antagonize her

[Assistant]
"I don't think you'll be taking me anywhere."
"Oh and why not?"
"Because…well let's just say, I'd tell you, but only in private."
"Save your veiled threats, I'm not impressed."
"It's not a threat. I suggest you listen to my proposal." You say all of this calmly with no malice in your voice. Janice gets a little nervous, but attempts to cover.
"Alright fine, I'll humor this mammal! Guards leave us, I'm sure I'd be able to handle this dog if he tries anything."

After the guards leave Janice backs away from you, close to the window in case she has to make an escape. She's obviously intimidated by you, which is good.

"We're alone, speak."
"Well, it's just occurred to me that you're talking a lot of rhetoric, but not doing a whole lot about it. A so called Queen would be mating with SOMETHING to produce offspring. Surely you could've used Andre for such a purpose, even if he was a so called lower class bum. As long as they're bugly and indoctrinated to the insect cause you shouldn't have any problems right? In fact I question this whole insect supremacy thing. While I don't doubt that YOU think you're superior, I wonder if you feel that way about THEM. I think you're just using THEM, to make your life more comfortable, and their dumb enough to believe your lies because they're a bunch of good little Ants that mindlessly follow a hierarchy because that's what they know best. However, they have been exploited in the past, namely by humans in their little wars. I don't think they'd like to be suddenly reminded that something similar is going on here, because after all, when it comes down to it, you're not really one of THEM, you're just a half freak insect human who's taking advantage of the situation. You've been lucky to get away with it so long, without any return investment on your part."
"…Okay, assuming that's all true…and I'm not saying it isn't…what are you proposing?"
"It's pretty simple. I delivered the letter to you; I expect a little something for it."
Janice buzzes displeasingly, but she realizes she has little choice. She goes over to a wall safe and hands you everything in it.

"Okay, you've got your money, now get out of here!"
"Thanks, now what do you want me to tell Andre?"
"Andre? Tell him to fuck off! I still don't want anything to do with that bum!"
"You know, maybe I'm keeping quiet about your scheme, but that doesn't mean your Ant slaves won't catch on eventually. Maybe you should take precautions by considering Andre's offer, just some free advice."
"You're kidding right?"
"Not at all. What's the big deal? You're both hideous bug freaks. Doesn't seem like you'd be that picky at this point in your life…"
"I am NOT hideous, I have a condition! And I'm just waiting for the right man. What about YOU? You're not exactly Mr. Universe!"
"Janice…give it up. No bloodsucker is going to EVER want you. Not when there are all those young human girls to seduce and consume. Not to mention the eternally youthful Vamp girls. I think its time you lowered your standards. And as for your comments to me, I'm a guy; the lowering of my standards doesn't apply to me. Maybe it's sexist and all that unPC shit, but that's the way the world works. I could get old as fuck, and still be banging teenagers. All I need to worry about is being able to get it up. And since I'm the Alpha Wolf, that ain't a problem."
"You know Wolf, I've always heard about your so called legendary prowess in the bedroom, but I've always questioned it. I can't help wonder if you yourself have done a lot of talking, but not actually doing. Perhaps you've spread all those lies yourself eh?" Janice taunts.

[User] You prove it

[Assistant]
You're NOT going to let your cocksmanship come into question here! If this bug bitch wants your dick in her then that's what you're going to do! Janice senses it and smiles as she positions herself on the bed.

"So are you gonna show me what you got, or are you just stand there and hold your dog dick." She buzzes.

"You know, I've fucked a lot of women. Humans, aliens, other werewolves, and even the goddamned undead so help me. Yeah, I've fucked just about everything that's walked or crawled at one time or another, and now I'm here to fuck you Janice."

You get down to it. It's an "interesting" experience to say the least. You have to be careful due to her stinger, but its not too bad. Now if anyone asks if you've ever fucked a bug, you can honestly answer "Why yes I have!"

Afterwards while she's praising your abilities, you wonder if you shouldn't stick around, might be alright to live in a mansion, you can ignore the Ants, since they seem to concentrate on their own business and all you'd have to do is keep her satisfied and just close your eyes. (You'd fuck her from behind, but there's that damn stinger…)

[User] You stay

[Assistant]
You made up in your mind to stay

"So Janice you ready for round two because URK!" you're cut off mid sentence when you feel a sharp pain in your stomach! Poison soon follows, you're paralyzed! You attempt to speak, but you can't even do that. Janice hovers above you.

"Well you were everything you claimed, it's almost a shame that I have to kill you, but you're right appearances have to be kept up. I can't have a filthy dog like you dirtying up the house, what WOULD the Ants think?"

As the poison finally works on completely destroying your nervous system, everything goes dark and the last thing you hear is the buzzing laughter of Janice.