[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 die

[Assistant]
It takes you a few seconds, but you soon yield to the inevitable.

You're tired of conflict. While it is true that war, bloodshed and the like are the very core of your essence and you do enjoy such things, you have to wonder is that what you really want? Do you wish to be nothing but destruction personified forever? (Or at least until the Death God has no further use for you?)

You don't know. Part of it has its appeal to you and if things were different maybe you'd choose such a role.

However the Death God has offered you a chance to be with your first and only true love, Alison. Your time with her was STILL the happiest you ever were during your life. How can you possibly pass up such a chance? A chance to be with her forever.

You smile at this prospect and with this idea in mind you collapse to the floor before the Death God.

"I…am done…take…me…back to my…Alison…" you struggle to say as you feel all life leaving your body.

The Death God hovers above you.

"As you wish Eternal. I admit I did not expect you to make this choice. It is a difficult thing for most to deny their nature and pursue another path…but then I also understand the desire to be reunited with that one true love. Many should be so lucky to experience such a thing one day."

With the Death God's last words to you, your life force ends and everything goes black.

When you wake up you find yourself in a much different place. You're lying in a bed first of all. Upon sitting up and looking about the room, it appears that you're in some sort of house. A single closed door leads out, but before you even get out of the bed, you hear footsteps coming towards you.

Instinctively you reach for a weapon, but you have none, instead you ready yourself to cast a spell.

The door opens and a blonde woman in casual clothing with a sword in hand appears.

It's Alison.

"Who are…wait…I feel like I should know you…do I know you?" she asks.
"It's me! Alison, surely you know who I am?" you remark.
"I'm not sure."

You begin to slightly panic and get up off the bed to approach her, she doesn't sheath her weapon, but she's no longer holding it up in a threatening manner.

"Alison, I'm your husband. We met while serving the Empire."
"Empire? Husband? I'm sorry, but I'm just not quite placing you…what are you doing in my house and how do you know my name?"
"I came here to be with you! We fought in the Felkan War together! We loved one another and were married! You died while on a carriage ride back home from an assassin! Please! Listen to me, you have to remember!"

You begin to wonder if this was the Death God's elaborate joke on you. Putting you with your true love only for her to not remember you. You're just about to curse the god, you hear hope.

"Wait…I vaguely remember. Yes, we do know each other..."
"Yes! We were together! We were married!"
"I'm still not sure, but you seem very sincere and I can't deny that you aren't familiar to me. I'm not sure about all the other stuff you're talking about though. It sounds very interesting though, why don't you tell me all about it, I don't get many visitors out here so I'm happy for the company. Try not to talk so fast this time; I didn't even catch most of what you said before. I could've sworn you told me I died and that's just ridiculous of course!" Alison chuckles, puts away her sword and tells you to follow her to the kitchen.

What was supposed to be a happy occasion is turning out to be a frustrating one, but at least Alison is being friendly with you. You're wondering what exactly is going on here. Why can't she remember anything?

In the brief time between walking from the bedroom to the kitchen you try to come up with some sort of explanation. She doesn't even know she's dead or you're dead for that matter. Is this some sort of "new life" for her? Seems sort of an odd one; you never pictured Alison living in a place like this, which while a nice home it's seemingly too peaceful. And that's far from the type of military background that she came from, though she still has a sword for protection you guess, so some things must not have changed.

While she's pouring some water from a pitcher into a mug, you decide that maybe you should ask some questions.

"Alison, how long have you lived here?"
"Oh, I dunno. I feel like I've lived here all my life, it's a nice place though so no point in moving."
"Where does the food come from? Do you farm or something?"
"Me? No, I wouldn't know how. Sometimes I do a little hunting in the woods nearby, plenty of wildlife to provide meat. Got a garden outback too and sometimes I tend it, but the funny thing is it doesn't seem to need it. Always has fresh vegetables and fruit available. Guess I just got strong healthy plants."
"I see. So what about people? Have you ever seen anyone else?"
"Not really. There has been the occasional traveller passing through, usually they just smile and wave. Most are very friendly. In fact I believe you're the first person besides myself that's ever set foot inside my home. Here's some water, you look a bit thirsty."
"Uh, thanks…" you say and take the water.

Upon drinking it, it's some of the best water you've tasted in…well you don't know whenever you've appreciated water or food for that matter. You just ate and drank because you had to usually. Never got any sort of enjoyment out of it.

"Where does this water come from? No, wait let me guess a sparkling stream." You say.
"Ha ha! No, it comes from a well out front, but there is a river that runs through the woods nearby. Doesn't sparkle though." Alison says smiling at what she believes is a small joke on your part.
"Well, I guess not everything is perfect." You say.
"Well of course not everything is perfect, sometimes I even have problems with gnolls."
"Gnolls?"
"Yeah sometimes a few of them pop up and harass me. Nothing major though, I usually just chop some of their heads off and the rest go running off. I'm pretty good with my sword, so they're more comical and annoying than actually dangerous.

You touch Alison's hand from across the table. She gives you a look of confusion, but doesn't pull away.

"Alison listen to me. You used to fight gnolls while serving in the Empire army. We even fought many together. Don't you remember any of that?"
"No…no can't say that I do. Don't remember ever being in any sort of army either, but sounds pretty exciting. You say we fought together? Tell me all about it. In fact why don't you tell me all that stuff you were talking about before? It isn't like I have anything better to do and I'm enjoying your company."

Seeing no better option you do just that. You focus on when you first met and everything involving her. You try to stick to major events hoping that those will spur her memory the most, but mostly because you're having trouble remembering all the details yourself.

Alison hangs on your every word and is enjoying your story. You have to admit even though you're not entirely sure you're getting through to her, you're appreciating the time you're spending with her.

After you're done you're almost feeling a bit dizzy.

"Wow, that's some tale. And you say that was us huh? Wish I could remember it. Hey, wait didn't you say I died earlier? What was that all about?" Alison asks.

You look at Alison as she waits for your answer. You are about to explain again, but then realize that it won't do any good.

"…nothing. I was just saying something outlandish to get your attention because I really wanted you to remember me."
"Well I suppose it did get my attention. Hmm seems to be getting dark outside, guess you better stay here for the night. Let me…" Alison suddenly gets up from her chair and stops speaking and stares off into the distance.
"Alison?"

Her head turns toward you.

"I…I think I remember…"
"You do?" you say standing up hopefully.
"Yes…I…mean not all of it. But I DO remember YOU. I remember that we were married! I loved you! Why were we apart? What…what…happened?" Alison asks.
"We were separated for many years due to forces beyond our control, but none of that matters, what matters now is that I've found you and we can be together again. I have come home and we will be together for all eternity now!" you remark.

You open up your arms to hug her and within that moment tears well up in her eyes and she embraces you.

Once again you feel the warmth of her body and the taste of her lips. A feeling you missed so much, but now that has changed forever.

Alison and you hold each other for a long time as if the pair of you are going to be split from each other again even though that will never be the case again.

The pair of you then retire to the bedroom and reunite in the way that lovers do.

The next morning you wake up beside Alison who smiles sweetly to you and kisses you on the cheek. You enjoy her affection, but you feel a bit strange.

"Good morning my love. Did you sleep well?" Alison asks.
"Yeah, but I feel a little weird." You say.
"How do you mean? Like sick?"
"No, I feel fine. I dunno, I can't explain it. I do know I'm happy to be with you though."

This comment earns you another kiss and the pair of you get up to start the day, though to be honest you aren't sure what you'll do with yourself. Everything seems to be taken care of already; maybe you could hunt you suppose. (Or kill gnolls if they show up)

A little later when you're still pondering on what to do with your day, Alison asks you some more about the stories you told her. She says that maybe she'll remember more stuff if you tell them again. She also asks what you've been doing since you lost contact with her.

And the strangest thing is you don't know. Your mind is completely blank. In fact you barely remember the stories you did tell Alison.

"That's odd. I can't remember." You say.
"Really? You seemed to tell them in great detail yesterday considering you spent the whole day telling me the stories. Oh well I'm sure if they are really important you'll remember again. Just like I remembered you!" Alison says.

You smile at her comment and tell Alison that you're taking her bow to hunt and will be back later.

Another day and night passes and when you wake up this time you remember nothing of your old life at all. Alison doesn't remember anything you told her either and the pair of you are unaware of the last two days even occurring.

The only constant is that the pair of you know that you're married and you love one another and that this has always been the case for as long as you both can remember.

And so you and Alison live together in eternal bliss.


[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 scratch at the creature's eyes

[Assistant]
You move your claw under the creature's weight, before slashing your furs towards the Alpha's bloody face. However, the creature's just had to feel the pain of your claws slashing through your face, as it strains to raise its head and keep your claws away from it. It manages to keep your claws from cutting through little but fur, as you wear out your strength. Soon, your strength is sapped, and you go weak under its weight.

With your strength sapped, the Alpha smashes its claws down and bashes past your weak arms, hacking through your chest and busting through your ribcage. You howl, pain wracking through you as you go weak, body shuddering as your heart is crushed under the Alpha's blows.


[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 teleport out of the way of the blow

[Assistant]
You teleport behind Castus, causing him to smash his sword into the ground, Castus grunts in confusion as the force of his blow flying through the air causing him to stumble forward.

"I don't need to learn how to wield a sword, Castus. You've trained all your life with a sword. I never have. Yet look how simply I evade your blows? I could just teleport behind you and break your neck without lifting a finger. I need a sword as much as you need fangs. I've evolved past the need for it," you say, gently poking him in the back. "Dead."

"Fair point, kid," Castus says, smiling. " I like your style. I suppose you're good to go. End of training."

"Terrific," you say. "So, can I leave?"

"Yeah, I'll call your guards here to open the gates and take you off," Castus says, grabbing a walkie-talkie hanging from his belt and speaking into it.

"Yeah, we're finished here," he says. "Oh shit, over."

"Affirmative, out," the voice comes back.

Soon, the gate lifts up as your guards saunter out in their thick power armor.

"Where to next, boys?" you ask.

"Shut it, psyker," one growls, looking at Castus and Olive. "Is it back to the cells for you two?"

"We're happy to practice some more here," Olive says, twirling her gun-axe to stop a surprise attack from Castus. "I mean, if this dumb bastard has done so little practice to think that would take me down, he's go to need a lot more practice."

"Pffh, I'd like to see you take me down," Castus says.

"So be it," your captor growls. "Move it, psyker."

You raise your hands defensively, and allow them to escort you back to your room.


[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 tell her the truth

[Assistant]
"I can't. Even if I wanted to, they'd kill us before we got out," you admit.

"No, we can! We have to be able to! You can help me!"

You stare at your feet, not saying another word.

"Take the necklace! Take it!" she says, taking off her necklace and placing it in your hands. "Please, there's a chance, there has to be a chance. You can help me. You can help me, please!"

You don't answer, and as if the hopelessness of her situation is just hitting her she quiets down. You wait patiently for Pak to arrive.

After a few minutes, the massive, black-furred rat clambers into the burrow, grinning as he sees her prey. He stomps forward, grabbing her by the hand.

"Come on, darling. Let's take you down to the lower levels. I have a few of the others I want pulled over to my side, and I'm sure your sweet ass will do a great deal in getting them there."

The huge brute begins dragging the girl away, leaving you standing there.

"Ritz! Help, help!" she cries out, looking desperately to you.

Suddenly, he stops, turning around.

"Ritz, huh? That's your name?" he asks.

You nod cautiously.

"You did a good job protecting her from the cripples and in the raid, and I'm feeling generous. Care to join in the fun?"


[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 continue on into the mini-mart?

[Assistant]
"I'm not getting involved." you think as you open the door to the mart.

You slowly look around inside and nod "Hi." to the attendant behind the counter. He is an older man in his mid 30's and heavily tattooed with fading images of half naked ladies and a rose with what used to be a dagger but now looks like an ugly bruise on his forearm. Tattooed flames come up from the left side of his neck although most of the tattoo is hidden under his work shirt.

The attendant quickly waves and then points his attention back to the couple in the candy aisle. A man and a woman are huddled around each other. They seem to be attempting to shop lift and doing a poor job of it.

The attendant is about ready to call their bluff just as you walked in...or so it seems.

You watch as the attendant pulls a sawed off shot gun from behind the counter and point it at your head.

"Get with the others." he says very clamly.

Without hesitation, you walk over and stand in the candy aisle with the couple. At closer look, you notice the woman carrying an infant and the man attempting to keep it calm.

"I just came in here to ask about the gas...because my truck is..." you start to say.

"Does it look like I care what you need?" the attendant bellows. "I'm waiting for my partner and then we get the heck out of here!!"

[User] You keep your eye on the shotgun.

[Assistant]
Seeing the shotgun reminds you of the a murder spree that has gone on for the past month.

Apperantly, there are three men that escaped prison and are taking hostages and killing anyone that gets in their way. You've been reading about it in the paper.

Looking down beside the counter you spot newspaper rack. You notice the attendant's ugly mug all over the front page. it reads "TWO ESCAPED CONVICTS KILL 3 ON ROUTE 666!"

At closer look, you spot YOUR FACE and those of the unfortunate couple you are with.

"Lets go." says the partner as he comes out from the back room zipping up his fly.

"Let's grab some "Hot Pockets" and some beer...oh and maybe some candy for the kid tied up in the van." We got to get to the "Titty Twister Bar" by sun up."

"Everybody be cool...." says the tattooed guy as he takes off the attendant's vest and throws it down behind the counter...with the real attendant's body.

"...I just did'nt want you to miss the Splatter Show."

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

THE END

You reached a  "DUSK TIL DAWN" ending.


[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 agree with Orvyn

[Assistant]
Thoughts of your wife and children burn inside of you, but a good lord's first priority should always be to his people. You nod to Orvyn

"I will ride down to the villages. Garyn, send us some of your men as an escort."

Garyn obeys, but his lips are curled in an ugly sneer and he refuses to even look at Orvyn, who wears a distinctly smug expression. Following Orvyn, you turn your back temporarily on thoughts of homecoming. A good lord's duty is to his people, after all. You mount your horse and ride towards the town of Wichestun.

[User] You head into town

[Assistant]
You smell the town before you see it. A horrid combination of sewage and rotting thatch permeates the crisp December air. The town has perhaps a hundred homes at most, with most people living in farmsteads around the surrounding area.

Normally, the town would be fairly quiet, however today is Wednesday, marketday, and the town is filled with crowds of villagers from the farthest corners of your realm.

As your horses move through the center street, villagers hurry to make room. Some cheer, but others eye you with suspicion or even fear.

At the center of the town, you hold up your fist and your party draws to a halt. A crowd quickly gathers, all eyes are on you. Pausing to gather your words, you address your people.

[User] You say "We stand together!"

[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.

"We have been through hell, all of us. You have all lost people to the fyrd; fathers, brothers, sons. I understand your pain. But know this; they died with me, beside me, because we are the north! We live, we fight, and we die together! They say a warrior is only as strong as the shield held by his neighbor, they say this because it is the united who are strong, and we are the united!"

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.

[User] You say "War is brutal"

[Assistant]
You exhale tiredly and spread your hands sympathetically

"I am sorry, truly I am. By joining my fyrd your husband and son were put in a dangerous position, and regrettably they were killed. I can never ask you to forget, but I can ask you to forgive. Will you do that?"

The woman says nothing; her cheeks are streaked with tears. Bowing her head, she pushes through the crowd, away from the market square, people make way respectfully. Tugging at your horses reins, you turn homeward, and your escort silently follows you.

The crowd remains silent, watching.