[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 memories (Body Snatchers)

[Assistant]
The Pod People: Body Snatchers

Out of all the Alien races you've come across, or ANY race you've come across for that matter, the Body Snatchers have to be without a doubt the most BORING bunch of beings you've ever had the displeasure of meeting. They have no emotions whatsoever and talk in a monotone voice. They are not fun in any sense of the word and worse they want to turn everyone else like them as well. They're like intergalactic religious missionaries, but even more boring if such a thing was possible. You can't imagine what their home planet is like; it must be filled with bureaucrats, accountants and insurance agents.

It's not even any fun fighting them. They just fall down and die when you kill them. No screams, no yelling, nothing. At most they might say "Ow." and keel over.


[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 run to get your gun

[Assistant]
You sprint to the house to grab your rifle. Father though, is faster, as he appears with his rifle in his hands.

"What was that?" he barks out, his knuckles white from how tightly he's clutching the rifle.

You point up towards the trees, bathed in the pale moonlight.

"It came from there!" you say.

Father pauses, staring up nervously. He leans into the doorway, grabbing the crucifix that hangs there to watch over you as you eat. He hands you the crucifix, as you take it.

"I want that on you whenever you enter the woods, understood?" he asks, as you nod. "I'll have the crucifix for the house replaced in the morning. Just try and get some sleep, OK?"

You nod, as you begin to trudge off to bed. Despite being exhausted, you know you won't sleep much.


[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 call in sick and see how everything progresses

[Assistant]
You call in sick, you don't feel like being involved in any riots or being murdered. Nothing new appears until noon, when they announce that the cause of all of this violence is a new virus, and that everyone should stay indoors until further notice.

Good thing you didn't go to work.


[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 attempt to help

[Assistant]
You can't just abandon those who have helped you, and you wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway. You stand up and wish for something simpler and more immediate

Suddenly you're wearing shiny armor and armed with a glowing repeating crossbow.

"Hmm, didn't expect that." The Caretaker says as the sounds of battle start to get louder, in fact now they sound like they're coming into the building.

You run into the next room and Lyssia and Black Fang fighting off dozens of Shadows and more of them seem to be pouring in. You waste no time and begin shooting them with your new weapon.

"Ha ha! Back to the void Shadow scum!" Black Fang laughs when he see you helping.
"There's more of them coming in from the left!" Lyssia shouts and suddenly you all hear a booming voice.

"FOOLS! You think you can stop me and take what is rightfully mine? You cannot defeat me! And YOU boy! Your powers are nothing compared to my own, its time that you see what REAL mental power can achieve!"

Suddenly the lighting gets much dimmer, almost to the point of complete darkness. Fortunately your powers maintain their glow making you the proverbial shining beacon of light. Suddenly more Shadows pour in from the corners of the walls. You're surrounded. However, help comes in the form of the very building you're in…

"Nightmare Tyrant you have attacked this structure and as I am bound to defend it, you have made yet another enemy!" the Caretaker ghost exclaims and the entire building gets brighter, blinding most of the Shadows.

"Get 'em while they're weak! I'm using all the power that this structure recharged right now!"

You, Lyssia and Black Fang destroy more Shadows than you can count, but they still keep coming. You can't believe it. You've got a lot in your favor except numbers, if you just had that, maybe you could finally defeat these Shadows once and for all…

Once again it would seem your wishes have come true.

"Back to the void! Forward men!" a familiar voice shouts. It sounds like its coming from outside.
"That's the Captain!" Lyssia exclaims as she strikes down another Shadow.
"Bout time we got some help here!" Black Fang growls.

The battle is going badly for the Shadows who aren't attacking so much as they're trying to get away right now. The Nightmare Tyrant's voice again is heard and filled with rage.

"COWARDS! FIGHT OR YOU'LL SUFFER FOR YOUR FAILURE!"

It's no use though; even his threats can't motivate the Shadows to victory. You can somehow sense that the Nightmare Tyrant is desperate for victory because if he can't get you now, he won't be able to get you ever again. Eventually all of them are defeated. You, Lyssia and Black Fang meet the Captain outside who has a handful of his original army left.

"How did you find us?"
"Well after we beat back the first Shadow attack we regrouped and headed towards the ruins as planned. Then we saw this tall gray structure looming in the distance so we head towards it, and found more Shadows, so finding you was somewhat pure chance! Well it looks like some of you have underwent some changes…" the Captain says when he sees you with your armor, sword and crossbow.
"We've got a lot to discuss about this structure Captain, but first he has to use it to get home."
"Very well, I'm interested in hearing your report Lyssia. And as for you, I wish you a safe journey home. And thank you for your help with the Shadows, you'd certainly make a good knight."
"Yeah, you're a natural Shadow slayer kid." Black Fang remarks.

After Black Fang's uncharacteristic praising remark, you and Lyssia return to the structure where the Caretaker floats about fixing stuff.

"Blasted Shadows. It'll take me forever to fix this place again. Oh well, I suppose that's what I'm here for. So, are you ready to go now? I trust the fighting is over?"

You nod and get ready to concentrate again, but before you do, Lyssia gives you something.

"Here, this is medal I was awarded for bravery in battle. I've been awarded many actually, but I feel your actions were certainly deserving of such a medal. So this is for you." she says and then gives you the medal and hugs you goodbye.

Cherishing the gift, you prepare for your trip home, and concentrate once again. Soon you can feel yourself being transported.

You float through a tunnel of blackness followed by swirling colored lights. It's all so strange and overwhelming to you that you pass out once again.

"Hey! I told you breakfast is ready, are you going to sleep all day?" you hear your Mom call from downstairs as you awaken in surprise.

You quickly look around your room and nothing looks out of place. Your Mom hasn't seemed to notice that you were gone; in fact it doesn't look like you even left.

Was it all a dream?

You shake your head trying to decide if it was, then you notice a medal on the floor next to the toys you set up yesterday. The medal is next to three figures: A man in plate armor, a black wolf and finally a warrior woman in leather armor and strangely they all have a look of victory in their faces.

It wasn't a dream. It was real. Created by the power of your own imagination. You decide you'll keep this information to yourself though, since nobody would ever believe it!

You had an interesting adventure, but you're glad to be home and thankful for what you have in the real world you think as you go downstairs to eat.


[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 decline

[Assistant]
You've had your mind debates before about whether to leave or not, but it looks like this is the final one. You never sought this path and you certainly don't want to be commanding anything, but staying here really isn't an option anymore. Time to move on. In some ways you always thought it would come to this one day.
"I can't do it Colonel. Sorry."
"Very well then, I guess I can only hope Harry's ruthless nature and hamfisted way of leading works. After you leave, send him to see me. We won't speak again."

You leave and for once go find Harry. He's in the cafeteria screaming at someone to scrub the floor harder. When he sees you, he gives you the typical hostility.

"What the hell do you want Cupcake?" he sneers.
"The Colonel wants to see you, better hurry too he doesn't have much time."

Harry doesn't bother to retort, his eyes seem to light up at the prospect that the Colonel is dying and that this could ONLY mean he's getting official command. In his haste of rushing past you, he doesn't notice your foot, which you purposely stick out to trip him. He falls on floor and lands squarely on his nose, breaking it.

"AH SHIT!" he yells holding his nose while still on the floor.
"Whoops, sorry about that, cupcake." You say walking out the cafeteria.

You go back to your room and start packing your belongings and determining what might be useful, Marina is there and wondering what's going on.

"What're you doing?"
"Leaving. My time here is done; Harry's going to take control of the Combine, which probably won't be for long if the Colonel's predictions are true. Now Marina, you know I love you, and you say you love me. So if you really do, you'll come with me."
"And where the hell are we supposed to be going?"
"I know a place. A place I found in my travels which I never told anyone about, and apparently nobody else found, hopefully it's still a friendly place."
"Well hold on, isn't there some other way?"
"Not unless Harry's attitude towards me does a complete turn around. I'm not going to stay some place where my life is in constant danger and besides the Colonel's going on about some robot invasion he think is going to take place. Can't say I want to stick around for that either. And I can't say I want YOU to stick around for it. Just come with me, why is that so difficult?"
"Because I don't believe in fucking running from my home! Do you understand that THIS place has basically been my home longer than it's been yours? And that most of these people I'm friends with, and they're like a family to me? Maybe YOU don't have that bond, but I do. I'm not just going to abandon this place. Look, maybe you can talk to the Colonel, I mean he respects you more than you might think, maybe he'd see you as a more stable candidate to command this place, and then…"
"He already tried to offer me the job. I turned it down."
"You what?!"
"I turned it down! I don't want the fucking responsibility. I never did. I've always said I've always just stayed here for you and for how you rescued me from dying in a nuclear firestorm, but my survival is severely at stake if I stay here. I mean what do you want me to die for you or something?"
"I wanted you to be a fucking man and be ambitious, which I thought you were. I always saw potential in you, I saw it way back before the bombs hit. I thought you were trying to take some initiative by moving up the ranks like you did. Like you had your eyes set on becoming leader of this place. I saw you being able to really help the rebuilding process. I mean you were vital in many of our alliances. And what did you do? You just threw all of that work down the fucking drain, because you're fucking scared of more responsibility."

You've always known Marina to be a bit of a "Lady Macbeth" type with her always wanting you to strive for power and be ambitious. And out of your feelings toward her, you have tried to oblige that to a degree, but after hearing this shit, you can see you were almost nothing more than some sort of pawn. You don't need this. You never needed this. Yet, there's no point in arguing. This is hard enough as it is. You take the high road with Marina.

"Marina, I'm just gonna say this, you saw something in me that was never there to begin with. I'm sorry to disappoint you…thanks for saving my life and hopefully you have a nice one. Maybe you can marry Harry or even better, take control yourself, since you seem to have the proper mindset and already a lot smarter."

Marina is silent. You finish packing and open the door, you linger a bit hoping she changes her mind, but you can tell she isn't when she turns her head to keep you from seeing that she's obviously upset and going to cry.

You slam the door and go back up top to the surface; you take one of the motorcycles and zoom off. You do it all the time so nobody finds you leaving out of the ordinary. Eventually you head back to Lost Springs. Looks like it did when you found the place four years ago. You're welcomed again, but they tell you they still aren't interested in joining the Compound. You laugh and say that's not why you're here and immediately ask if there's any work that needs to be done since you plan of staying on a permanent basis.

A year passes relatively uneventfully in Lost Springs.

One day a wandering traveler passes through. For whatever reason he strikes up a conversation with you while you're sitting the local cafe.

"Hey friend." The traveler says.
"Hmn." You reply still reading a book.
"This place is pretty remote huh? It was only by sheer dumb luck I stumbled upon it, you guys don't get many people coming here do you?"
"Other than me, you'd be the first in a long time. We're pretty self-sufficient here and like to keep to ourselves." You say still without looking up.
"Hey, good idea. It's a crazy fucking world out there. I say you got the set up. Still, doesn't the Cybernetic Evolution worry you?"
"Cybernetic Evolution?" you ask finally looking up.
"Yeah! You never heard of them? Well I guess I should warn you then. It's this group of killer cyborgs that want to remake humanity or exterminate them if they don't comply. There's robots too, but mostly cyborgs. I heard they're lead by some nut case called Alex. They've been spreading all over the place; the Combine is losing the war with them. That's mainly why I'm trying to get out of the area."
"Hold on, the Combine?"
"Yeah! Come on you never heard of them either? Wow you are in your own little world! The Combine is an alliance of towns with the head base called Fort Justice. Of course Fort Justice was razed to the ground months ago, and now the current towns are wondering how to proceed since Fort Justice was where the line was being held not to mention where the best soldiers were. I heard nobody was spared. Now most of the towns are suffering raider attacks again who are taking advantage of the chaos as well as attacks from the CE. Looks fucking bleak man."

Bleak indeed. While the traveler concentrates on his drink, you stay silent thinking about Marina. What might've happened. Did she get killed, did she escape, or even if maybe she was turned into a cyborg? You'll never know you suppose.

"Well, I have to get going. Nice talking to you and hope the CE doesn't find this place." The traveler says finishing his drink and getting up to leave.

You continue remain silent while you reminisce. You wonder if you could've done a better job if you'd stayed behind. You do a lot of second guessing for awhile, of course that's been in your nature in the beginning.

You didn't know whether or not you wanted to buy a bomb Shelter, and you were re-thinking the decision that you didn't. You spent what you thought were going to be your last days with your co-workers and you were re-thinking that decision after you did that. You thought about leaving the Compound several times, before you actually did it and now you're re-thinking that decision as well.

"Shit, I would've made a lousy leader; it takes me forever to make up my mind and then I agonize over the decision." You say to yourself. Oddly this revelation makes you feel somewhat better, like you did make the right decision to leave.

If nothing else you've at least been able to make good decisions concerning your own survival and you're about to make another one. You go to the run down motel that you've been staying at, and pack your belongings. Its time to move on again, you figure you should get out now while you can.

You say goodbye to the few acquaintances you've had since your time here and warn them about the CE before leaving. It's up to them what they're going to do. You can't make people leave if they don't want to…even if you want them to.

And once again, you're off, with the unknown future dead ahead of you.


[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 use the ladder.

[Assistant]
You have to assume that Meredith used the ladder, and the ropes might not be as weak as you fear. Yes, it looks old, but that doesn't automatically mean the ladder won't hold. And climbing it will certainly be much faster than trying to scale the rock wall.

So you grab hold of the parallel ropes and hoist yourself onto the first rung. It holds, although you still see a dozen different ways this endeavor could go wrong. The ropes do feel sturdy, but damp; the rungs are just sticks, and you inspect each one for signs of weakness before you advance one more step. Overall the ladder is fifty feet tall, and it flops about against the rock as you slowly climb up. The ropes are holding, which is good, because until you reach the top of the small cliff they will be the only things keeping you from falling.

"Well there you are, sleepy head!"

With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you look up. Meredith is at the top of the ladder, sticking her head out over the edge.

"I tried not to wake you," she continues. "You looked so comfy under that blue tarp thingy."

"Meredith, what the heck are you doing here?" you say. Of all the places she picked to have this confrontation; you are still twenty feet shy of the top, with thirty feet of space below you. The rope ladder refuses to stay still, swaying with every little movement of your body.

"I was waiting for you, of course," she says. "I knew you'd be coming this way sooner or later. I just didn't realize it would be this late."

"No, I meant what are doing here, on Woban Island?"

"For the same thing you are, obviously. Can't a girl treat herself every now and then? That gem will make me wealthier than it will make you — you let yourself get hired by the wrong collector. I needed you yesterday to point me in the right direction, but now that I see the way to go, your services are no longer required."

"Meredith, we need to talk," you say.

"No, I don't think so. I like this knife I found in your pack, by the way."

She holds out the six-inch knife you've been keeping in your backpack for years; although you don't use it often, you are pretty good at keeping the blade sharpened. It disgusts you to see her brandishing it now.

"I was playing with this earlier," Meredith continues "and I'm certain this thing could cut through these ropes like butter. Here, let's find out."

There are lots of things about this situation that you don't understand, but you know she is right about the knife. As she applies it to the top of the rope ladder, you wonder if it would be better to try and climb up or down in the seconds before she slices through the two bundles of fiber. Ultimately it doesn't matter; when both ropes are cut, you experience the most horrific moment ever as you tumble toward the rocks below. The ground there is slanted, and you know there is zero chance you will stick the landing. Even if you do survive the initial fall — and then the two-hundred-foot tumble that is sure to follow — there won't be too much left of you.

THE END


[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] The woman seems the easier one to break, Kill the man now in front of her too so she breaks sooner.

[Assistant]
You want the information soon and you can easily dust off a human a day the way your hunger returns so kill the man now and eat him later. The woman should break easily enough and you will be headed off to the colony soon to have the feast of your dreams.

You pick up one of the rifles the guards was carrying "Been years since I used one of these! I was never great with them so you'll have to excuse my accuracy." You call down as you take aim at the man. It looks like he might be about to give a retort but you can't be bothered listening and fire right away hitting him square in the chest and knocking him off his feet. "Ah never mind, that was a great shot! You say as you chuck the rifle down on the walkway. The woman just startles then keeps crying.

"Well she will break soon enough" You think as you spend the rest of the evening sleeping and finishing off the rest of the guard. Once you have finished off the good meat you chuck the remains of the desecrated copse down into the silo and have a good laugh at how it would scare the woman before falling asleep.

[User] You morning in the red silo

[Assistant]
You wake up bright and early and realize it is still well before dawn so you make a start of eating the second guard, the hunger is never gone for long. You make good headway before finally seeing light through he cracks around the hatch and wrench it open to let it all flood in and wake the woman up. You expect a startled sound but hear nothing and look down into the silo and see she is missing.

You swear and check everywhere you can see but you can only see the pieces of fencing, the half buried shambler and the dead man. You leap down, knowing you can get back out easily enough and start looking for the woman "If she killed herself I will tear her corpse apart before eating it" You think as you wrench up one of the pieces of fence while standing on the second one.

You realize too late that it is a little too heavy and you just lifted the woman up too as she held onto the under side.You might be faster than any normal human but when you loose several seconds to shock you can still be taken off guard and the woman lashes out with a knife, managing to plunge it into your chest before you can get away. You stumble back as you lash out in return, knocking her aside, but your usual strength is not in the blow and she quickly pulls herself back onto a piece of fence and gets to her feet.

"I'll kill you!" You manage as you take a step towards her but your one lung is already full with blood and it is leaking into the other. You can definitely survive this but you need to eat more flesh and rest very very soon to stand a chance.

The woman snarls back at you, a terrifying counterpoint to the smiles she gave you the morning before "Oh, you will? like you killed the others, leaving me alive? Did you think the woman would be the weakest?" She lunges at you repeatedly, slashing and stabbing. You could so easily defeat her normally, she wouldn't even be a threat, but you can't breath and you are getting weaker.

You land a punch as she cuts your arm and she goes down, but she staggers back up, dazed but still fighting and you know it is over. You don't have the strength any more and when she stabs again you cannot stop it. You simply watch as the knife plunges into your chest twice more before you fall to the ground.

The last thing you hear is the woman crying again.


[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 go back and save the rest of them

[Assistant]
"Go on without me!"  You cry, "I'll catch up!"  You turn and run back to the circle of guards, and knock the first one you reach off his horse.  Then you do it again, and again. By the time the guards realize what's happening, you've already taken out four of them.

The rest of the prisoners take this as their cue to leave, they rush through the gap you've created and head towards the gate, and as soon as the last of them has gone past you, you turn to follow, but find yourself face to face with even more guards.  You tense for battle once more, and start swinging, taking down as many as you can!

But they're getting smarter.  Instead of surrounding you, they all form a barrier in front of you, cutting you off from the gate.  You try to plow through them as best you can, but as soon as you take out one, another takes its place!  Suddenly, a sharp pain pierces your side. You look over to see a single Oalkwardner, driving a spear deeper and deeper into the side of your stomach.  Then, another pain, this time in your back. You've been stabbed once again!

The pain brings you to your knees, as more and more spears pierce your flesh.  The last thing you see before everything fades to black are the last few prisoners slipping through the door as it closes with a few of the Oalkwardner guards hot on their heels.  Whether or not they survive is in their hands now...


[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 attempt to summon spirits

[Assistant]
You always meant to try this, but never got around to it. No time like the present…

You concentrate and attempt to summon the spirits of the nearby dead to help you kill the dean. At first nothing seems to happen and you hear the dean killing more of your skeletons and walking corpses, but soon an eerie howl is heard.

Several tormented ghostly beings rise up and you give them the simple order to kill. It takes a bit more concentration to control them, but you manage. The dean is surprised by the ghosts and fumbles with an appropriate spell, but isn't quick enough before they touch him and his life force begins to drain. Eventually he becomes a desicated husk and drops to the floor.

"Damn that was cool." You giggle.

Feeling totally pleased with your victory, you then remember Mr. Demar and Quayle's spell. You'd blocked it out of your mind during the battle, but you're hoping that's been resolved.

You head towards the eastside of campus, and you see no disturbance, at least no buildings disappearing and reappearing. You do see Catalina standing by though; she sees you and waves you over.

"Wow, you're back, I guess that means you killed the dean huh?" Catalina questions.
"You sound surprised."
"Hmm, I guess maybe I'm a little impressed."
"What's going on?"
"I dunno, I'm not sure myself, it was really weird. When I first got here I couldn't get to Quayle due to all the temporal disturbances, I was about to leave when Mr. Demar arrived, he told me to stand back and he would take care of this. He managed to walk straight into that gray building over there where I assume Quayle was. I saw Mr. Demar become a child, a rotting corpse and then revert back to his normal age before he got there. I then heard terrible noises within. I even saw some strange tentacled creatures come out of the building. I thought I was going to have to fight them, but then the entire mess just seemed to stop and there wasn't a disturbance anymore. I guess Mr. Demar won…but I haven't checked on him, I'm still hesitant about going near there."
"Well I guess I'll go in then."

You enter the gray building cautiously, you see a bunch of little centipedes crawling all over the place, some really slimy yellow ichor and just a general feeling of sickness. You've seen a lot in the Dark Order, but whatever happened here was really fucked up.

You attention is turned to Mr. Demar who is on the floor…or rather IN the floor. Half of his body is embedded in the stone floor, you don't see how you can help him.

"Shit! What the hell?" you exclaim.
"Ugh…long story…look there isn't much time. (Cough) This take over has been a failure."
"No it hasn't, we got the whole city, I killed the dean, and you stopped this temporal disturbance…"
"I haven't stopped it, at least not permanently. The damage done was far too severe by the time I got here. Quayle's actions have ripped open a hole to a place you don't even want to know about. (Cough) I've temporarily patched it up, but who knows how long it will last. You better get out of here while you still can…I won't lie though, life for you is going to be rough. You'll be hunted when they find out what happened here and they WILL find out about you. They always do. Still, you may survive. You are powerful, maybe you'll be able to succeed where I failed…but I doubt it. Ugh…the odds…just too great…you want my last advice? Take that Catalina girl and have fun while you can."

And with that last bit of advice Mr. Demar dies.

Well this was a big downer. Here you thought you were ready to take on the world and then you find out all your actions have been for naught! Still, what does Mr. Demar know? He's dead! Perhaps you can find a way to fix the hole permanently or at least keep it patched. It seems folly to just abandon this city after having risked so much to gain it.

Then again perhaps it would be better to follow Mr. Demar's advice. If you leave now, it might take awhile before your identities are discovered. Life on the run isn't going to be easy, but perhaps it won't be forever.

[User] You take over 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 taking over this city. From now on, it's you and me." You reply.

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

You and Catalina prepare yourselves for the trouble ahead…

A month passes
The Incident of Nuro has finally become well known knowledge. You and Catalina have managed to shore up the defenses of Nuro pretty well, all things considered. Some of the demonologists help out, but only because they have nowhere else to go and this is the safest place for them. You begin to instruct them to learn the ways of necromancy. You also manage to turn back a Grand Alliance army which didn't expect such a large resistance. 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. Which is fortunate since it draws a little attention away from you.

No signs of that "temporal hole" opening up again, but you tell some of your new acolytes to keep an eye on it. In the mean time nothing of importance is to be placed in that area.

A year passes
The Kingdom of Tulan has finally put the sword to every last demon infesting the area, which doesn't bode well for you since now you're the only "big evil" around now.

The Grand Alliance attempts another siege of the city and once again they fail. You aren't confident you can hold out forever like this though, you attempt to claim that you have no plans for conquest, but your claims (true or not) go unheeded. They aren't taking any chances that you might build up.

You and Catalina have at this point basically become "King and Queen" of the city. It's a logical pairing. Sometimes though it's more than just one of convenience.

Your acolytes warn you about seeing strange things. Object temporarily disappearing. You begin to worry and unlock those old tomes that Quayle was reading hoping you can learn something.

Another years passes
You suffer two more attacks by the Grand Alliance. The last one lead by your own sister. You attempted to parley with her before battle, but she would have none of it. Indeed you
received a letter from your Mom a month before the attack begging you to give yourself up. Of course you couldn't do that. You wrote her back with regret and told her that you shall probably not speak again.

Your sister got farther than most, but in the end she died by your own hand. You didn't raise her. She was not deserving of such a fate. You burned her body instead and wished her well in the afterlife.

How you wished that your Dad's mercenary company had been sent, but for whatever reason you have not heard anything from him. The coward. He knows you are more powerful and could easily crush him.

The temporal disturbances are getting worse, and you're not learning anything new from Quayle's books, it's all just so damn confusing. You feel like you did when you were in school. Completely inept and helpless.

Catalina tries to be understanding, but your behavior from reading the damn books is making you very erratic. She has to pick up the slack when you begin to make mistakes.

Another year passes

The temporal hole rips open once again. Horrible creatures come lurching out. You manage to fight them off, but the hole is getting bigger. Catalina insists that you both have to leave the city, but you're too far gone at this point, the books on temporal magic have begun to make you as mad as they did Quayle. (If without the talent) This is your city and you're bound and determined to hold it no matter what.

She cannot endure anymore; she takes her leave of you one night…only to be killed by vampire assassins somewhere in the countryside.

The Grand Alliance is preparing to attack again, more tentacle creatures are seeping into this reality. You don't care; you'll take them all on.

You laugh insanely on your throne as the screams and unnatural howls fill the city. Battle and death is everywhere. You hear something coming up the stairs, and it's probably not Grand Alliance soldiers…

"What was the point of it all? Nothing!" you laugh before being utterly destroyed.


[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 medium thrill rides

[Assistant]
Ken was probably a little too young for the extreme roller coasters that they had here, with him also being a ghost, there was a chance of an accident happening that you wouldn't be able to intervene in.

The medium rides wouldn't bore him but wouldn't be too dangerous either.

"Alright then, let's do space mountain since the drops on that aren't really too bad," you say giving Ken your decision.

"Yes! I knew you would pick that one! Come on I think I know the way I saw it on one of the billboard maps, I want to get those boring rides out of my mind!" Ken says as he starts running.

"Hey wait!" Ignoring the looks of other park guests you start to run after Ken.

Running throughout the park while taking breaks to look at the maps posted around, you finally reach the section containing space mountain as the two of you get into massive designated line.

There were a pretty decent amount of people waiting, but it wasn't the size that you were expecting which was good.

When it was finally your turn to take your seat, you picked the spot all the way in the back hoping that nobody else would ride with you, with Ken already taking up the seat next to you.

By your lucks, you were able to save the empty seat as the man gave the thumbs up for the ride to start.

"Are you sure there aren't any big drops or anything?" Ken says with genuine worry.

"Yeah don't worry about it, it's just a really fun ride that swoops you around in the dark."

Ken slowly nods as the lights begin to dim while the track starts to pull you with speed.

"Oh my god that was awesome, I felt myself laughing the whole entire time! That as probably one of the best roller-coasters I've ever ridden!" Ken exclaims with adoration for what he had just experienced.

"Yeah, it was pretty fun reliving that memory." You agree while keeping a steady pace along with the eager kid.

On your walk to no actual destination, you stop by a cotton candy vendor and buy a stick. There was actually something you were looking to experiment with to see if it worked or not.

Sitting down on a bench, you take off the covering for the cotton candy and point it at Ken's face who's taken aback a bit in surprise.

"I can't eat that..." He says.

"Don't eat it, lick it." You reply.

"Huh?"

"Try it, trust me." You say.

A bit hesitant, Ken does as you say and licks a bit of the cotton candy.

His eyes light up instantly as he begins to lick it more, with much more vigor.

"I know you ghosts can't eat stuff, but I thought that you guys would still be able to taste since you can touch things and all." You explain while Ken indulges in pleasure.

"I never thought I could do this since I was never able to grab anything before! This is great!"

Touching the cotton candy with your hand, you felt no wetness from where Ken had touched. Still, though you were a little grossed out with eating the parts that he had licked, so you had torn off the bottom section for yourself to eat alone.

After finishing your snacks and taking a quick trip to the bathroom, you went on the find the next ride that you could do together, though you already had two in mind.

"Alright, kid do you want to do splash mountain or the rapid one where they put you in that circular tube kinda thingy." You say, letting him decide.

"Splash mountain yes! Everyone at school always wanted to go on that and the ones who had said the feeling of your stomach dropping was so fun! I want to sit in the back though."

"How come?" You ask.

"Reasons, besides wouldn't it look weird if I sat in the front and no one could see me?"

"Yeah that would be pretty weird, O.K, let's go get in line before it gets too big."

The line to Splash Mountain was unsurprisingly the biggest one you had encountered at the park, mostly for it being the ride that almost everybody could go on, and everyone wanted to go on.

While in line, Ken kept on racing back and forth from the front to where you were waiting to see how long it would be until it was your turn to ride, you were a bit worried he would push people which would lead to questions and hysteria, but he was careful to glide through the crowds with ease.

When it finally came to be your own turn to get on after about ten minutes of waiting, you were able to get a log to yourself since you were the only single rider who wanted to get on in your section. Ignoring the weird looks some people gave, Ken asked you a question as soon as you were out of earshot from everyone else.

"Are you sure this ride is safe, shouldn't it have seatbelts?" He asks worryingly.

"Don't worry, people ride this thing every day. If you're really worried though just hang on to me when we reach the top." You assure him in which he just nods.

As you begin to ascend the mountain, you and Ken both laugh at the animatronics that sing and talk throughout the ride. Though upon reaching the top, you feel Ken squirm behind you as if he's nervous.

Even you feel a little queasy as you see the park before you atop of the drop.

"Actually you may want to han-."

You are interrupted as the log tips over the edge while you both let out a scream and Ken latches onto your back with his arms.

The log causes a tremendous splash at the bottom as both of your bodies jerk forward from the momentum. A bit of your pants are soaked as you exit the ride.

The same laughter that Ken had at Space Mountain is mirrored here as his head bobs up and down in enthusiasm.

"That was freaking awesome! I want to go on it again!" He says with glee.

You also shared his sentiment, but with how long the line was, you decided that it was best to just go on it later tonight when you had the free time.

"Let's go to the picture kiosk, I want to see if I made a funny face." You say to Ken.

You were the last one in line in the Kiosk, and since it was so crowded, you couldn't really see your own picture until it was your turn up in front. When the lady manning the kiosk looked at you, a bigger smile than she had before appeared on her face.

"You and your little brother are probably one of the better pictures I've seen so fa today, his smile was so cute when he was hanging on behind you." She says with a laugh.

At first, you think she had mistaken you with someone else, but as she points at the picture and you look at it, your heart drops almost instantly.

Ken was indeed in the picture behind you, though his whole figure was a little bit hazed as if he wasn't all completely there.

"Sorry about how he looks, the cameras can be a bit iffy with the water and all, I have to remember to tell my manager to get it checked out." She remarks.

"N-No it's fine! Say how much is that picture?" You quickly stammer while taking out your wallet.

I didn't do anything wrong did I...." Ken meekly says while the two of you sit on a bench as you look at the picture before you.

"No, not at all! It's just I didn't think you would actually show up on the picture. Though honestly, I think it made it all the much better, the lady was right you did have a pretty dumb face while going down." You laugh trying to change the mood.

"Not as dumb as yours, look how scared you look!" Ken replies with a smile while pointing at your face.

Putting the picture away, you get up from the bench and give your arms a stretch.

"Well we still got a lot of time to kill today with all these rides, we got to get as many done as we can before we leave." You say while pulling out your pamphlet map.

"Yeah, I want to ride this one next! Someone at school told me that it was pretty fun and the lines aren't that long either!." Ken says with eagerness as he points to one of the attractions on the map.

"Well let's get to it then." You say, putting the map back into your pocket.

Off the two of you were, enjoying the rest of your day with the park that was before you.

[User] You later that day

[Assistant]
You didn't realize that you had been on so many rides until you felt the soreness of your body kick in as the sun had already set awhile ago.

Ken was racing to get on as many rides as he could before the park was to close for the day, and you sluggishly raced after him as fast as your body could keep up. Though when it finally came time to leave, it seemed as if Ken was satisfied as he wasn't begging to stay longer.

On board the bus back to the hotel, Ken kept on talking about the events that had happened throughout this long day.

"Man Space Mountain was still probably one of the best rides I went on at the park, nothing else topped it," Ken states with absolute assuredness.

"Yeah, I agree, though the whole entire day was pretty fun since we were able to ride every ride we wanted. For some reason though the day also felt so short." You state while thinking back at everything that happened.

Ken nods in agreement. "Still though, it's not like I'm leaving regretting anything, I did everything I wanted too...". Ken's voice seemed to drop heavily as all the enthusiasm that he had seconds before almost instantly vanished.

"Well that's good, this entire trip was for you to have a good time, I had one too. I honestly wish I could do this every weekend." You say with a little laugh, though Ken doesn't respond, and the rest of the ride is filled with an awkward smile.

Upon arriving at the hotel and getting off the bus, Ken is slow, dragging his feet while you keep looking behind you to make sure you didn't lose him every two or three minutes.

"Everything O.K man?" You asked worryingly since this was really out of place behavior compared to what happened today. Still, there was the silence, though Ken increased the speed at which he was walking this time.

He didn't even bother opening the hotel room door, he just walked straight through it. You've never seen the kid be able to do that and now you were actually starting to worry, hastily opening the door with your key-card, you push it open and look for Ken in the main room, in which he is nowhere to be seen.

"Ken!" You shout heavily, starting to look everywhere around the hotel room to see where he could be.

You finally end up finding him as you see his legs sticking out from under his own bed.

"Ken what the hell are you doing, you scared me. Get out from under there." You order with a sigh of relief.

Seeing that his hiding spot had been compromised, Ken starts to squirm his way out while sitting himself down as he finished doing so, facing away from you.

"Ken you have to tell me what's wrong, you're really starting to worry me. Did something happen on the bus?" You ask, remembering that his change of mood started there.

He weakly shakes his head as he continues to not look at you, which makes you a little frustrated.

You try to grab his shoulders in order to turn him around so that he can face you. Though your arms go straight through his body as the only thing you grasp is air.

Seeing that, that wouldn't work you walk around him and kneel down so that you can get a look at his face.

You kind of cringe a little on the inside when you see all the tears and snot that had built up all over his face, making it one big twisted mess while his red puffy eyes didn't want to make direct eye contact with you.

"Ken you got to tell what's wrong..." You ask again, although this time with a much softer voice.

Ken begins to wipe away the tears and snot from his face, but more keep flowing so it only makes them spread more.

"I tho-thought I was h-happy. But after remembering everything, that I I-I'm going to leave soon. I just g-got scared..." Ken cries with numerous hiccups in between his words.

"I don't want to leave, I had so much fun with you today and now I'm going to forget it all! I know you're going to make me leave as soon as we get home, but I'm not ready to leave...I'm scared.....I want to stay here and keep on having fun with you!" His tears were really falling now, you tried to grab his arm to console him but once again your hands went through his body. This probably had something to do with his emotions.

You didn't really know what to say to him either. He was going to ascend as soon as G gave the word for him to do so. It's not like you didn't want him to stay either, you were having lot's of fun and you wish he could experience more with how young he was when he passed. Though you saw no way around this, he was going to move on whether you liked it or not, the only thing to do now was to try to give a positive outlook on the whole situation.

Sitting down next to Ken you begin to speak.

"Listen, kid. I had a lot of fun with you today, more than I probably had in a long ass time. I don't remember the last time I even went out before this, to be honest. Look I know you're scared, I would be too in your situation. What I'm trying to say though is that you should enjoy the memories that you've gotten to experience so far, the fun that you've had up to this point, there's no use in dwelling on the past or on things you can't change. I wasn't a very religious person before all of this, but if I was chosen to help you ascend up into the sky above, then that has to mean you have something to look forward too, something is waiting for you, and who knows maybe it's a lot better than this life." you say, trying to help him feel even a little bit better.

Ken sniffled a little bit more as he wiped his nose with his palm. You didn't know ghosts could cry like this, how it was even possible, but now wasn't the time to question things like this.

"Life's so unfair, I don't know why my dad had to take that bridge, if he hadn't none of this would have happened…"

You let Ken vent a little more as you just sat there in silence since there were some things that you weren't able to refute or deny. The more he vented, however, the calmer he seemed to become, along with acquiring a more lax attitude.

"Is there any way you can visit me...?" Ken asked you, which made your whole body freeze a little.

Taking a moment before responding, you chose your words carefully.

"I mean I'll probably see you again eventually when it's my turn to ascend in the future. Though I'm sure there's some way for me to try to contact you, and if there is then I promise you that'll I'll find it."

"You really promise me that?" Ken asks, with a heavy voice.

"You bet I do."

Ken keeps a bit of eye contact with you, before looking back at his knees while he hugs them.

The two of you sit there in silence until you feel a buzzing from your pocket. Getting out your phone, you see that G had sent you a few messages.

G- Alright so here's the deal, you're going to have to do the ascension there at the hotel room, I was planning on you doing it here, but I don't want to risk anything so get ready to start the preparations.

You feel your heart start to rapidly beat as you type in a reply.

"What the fuck do you mean I have to do it right now? That's way too soon!"

G- Listen to me, if you don't do it now then there might be some complications getting him up. I didn't just spend all that fucking money for you to have a happy make a wish foundation day for this kid just so that he can't fucking ascend, follow the instructions I'm about to send you and get it the fuck done.

G then sends you a list of instructions, much similar to the ones that he had given you when you first bonded with Ken.

Ken seems to see your frustration. "Is something wrong?"

You bite your tongue as the words you want to tell him won't leave your mouth.

"There's.....there's been a slight change in plans."

Another instruction in the list that G had given you said that Ken couldn't be sad while doing this ritual, which would be fucking hard to pull off seeing as what just happen.

"Ken, I'm going to help you ascend right now, it's time to do it." You say, coming off as blunt as possible.

Ken's eye furrowed in a type of fear and panic, as he quickly got up from sitting down, in which you joined him.

"Now listen, it's not anything bad it's ju-."

"Why does it have to be right now! Why can't we just wait a little longer!" Ken cries as he cuts you off.

"I'm sorry but your time has been designated for this moment. Ken, please remember what I said earlier, just take a moment to console yourself and I'll help you through this, but we have to get it done today, I'm sorry." you apologize again, though Ken himself seems to be getting himself under control as he sits down on his bed.

You look his face and see that he's trying to get a straight expression on it, but his mouth and eyes keep on twitching, and before you know it, he starts weeping once again, although this time it's more of a soft one, one you couldn't bear to look at.


[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 join Pike and Foster's hunting expedition

[Assistant] You join Pike and Foster by the fire where they are loading their pistols. Someone yells for Foster to put some more wood on the fire. "Here hold this for me" he says passing you his pistol. As you seize the weapon it accidentally fires, the bullet piercing your heart and killing you instantly, victim of a tragic accident.


[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 search the trailer for another weapon

[Assistant]
Not wanting to waste bullets, you scrounge around the trailer for something sharp. Eventually, you find a piece of plastic that looks like it used to be part of a canteen. Nonetheless, it's sharp.

You open the trailer door and slice away, just like with the glass shard. You're able to clear a small opening for you to charge through, and you make it away from the horde at a running speed.

After you've slowed to a walk, you notice another building coming up. It looks kind of like a factory building. It has several floors, is made of brick. Three smokestacks jut out of the building's roof. it seems worthwhile to check out, so you run up to it. You are disappointed to learn that the entrance is surrounded by fencing.


[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 finish them off

[Assistant]
You're having a hard enough time concentrating as it is, you aren't going to waste time trying to cast a spell. Besides you got by just fine without magic in the past and if you kill them all quick enough the danger will be over.

You quickly kill the orc that Talia is fighting and just in time too since she is visibly exhausted from the battle.

"Are you all right?"
"Yeah…I just…my head…"
"Stay out of the way and just keep fighting it, this'll be over soon." You say and Talia staggers over to a nearby tree out of the way of the major fighting.

You dispatch another orc and then another and then another, but the voices seem to be growing more numerous and more powerful.

"You cannot win! Cease your struggle! You are…"
"SHUT UP!" you yell out as you run your sword through the neck of another orc.

You barely avoid another attack, but not from an orc, but rather from one of your own shadows. When you see his face up close it has that same unnaturally wide mouth filled with sharp teeth. Its at that point you realize what you're dealing with, wendigos. You briefly read about them in Kane's journal after you took Fort Destiny. They're evil spirits that constantly crave flesh and possess bodies of the living, which explains why the voices have been getting stronger as you've been depriving them of bodies. Now they've hopped into the bodies of your shadows.

You go on the defensive and put up a good fight despite being outnumbered and assaulted physically and mentally, but it all comes to an end when you suddenly feel a strong force hit your back and then through your body and out your chest. You look down to see a clawed hand drenched in blood and what looks to be part of your heart.

The claw is pulled back out and you fall to the snow dead. Talia gobbles up your heart before joining the rest of the shadows devouring your body.


[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 fire A Poison Coated Arrow Into the Noncorporeal Form Of The Craxil

[Assistant]
You draw a poison coated arrow from your pack and immediately notch it into your bow.  You realize you don't have a lot of time so you draw it back, aim, and fire immediately.  The Craxil does not move.  Instead, she allows the arrow to pass directly through her noncorporeal state and land somewhere in the dark distance.  You realize she only felt secure enough to give you the poison in the first place because she existed in this noncorporeal form whenever she wasn't spying.  You attempt to quickly consider your other options but it seems she doesn't much care for you any longer.  She stretches forth her hand and it feels as though you are being lifted into the air by your own skeleton.  You scream as you feel what feels like a brain aneurysm.  You continue to suffer the pain until it kills you.

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] You continue to stand by her

[Assistant]
You've been a fool over one woman in the past, why not another one? At least you can identify with Lena's obsession a bit better than Talia's worship of Dendrin. It may be true that one day your luck will run out, but you've been running on borrowed time for decades. What better way to die in battle beside one you care about?

Just like you should've years ago…

"What's wrong?" Lena asks due to your silence to her previous statement.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." You say and give her a kiss on the lips.

"I'd just prefer if you listened to my ideas a little more in the future. I'm only looking out for your safety."
"I know. You're probably right. I'd like to stay alive long enough to kill every eternal after all." Lena says with a small chuckle and then holds on to her side when it causes a bit of pain.

Lena spends the rest of the week healing up. It's the longest amount of "downtime" you've had in quite a while. You'd actually enjoy it a bit more, if Dendrin didn't visit you and continue to impart his views on your situation.

"She's going to lead you to ruin. I'm telling you Eternal." Dendrin remarks.
"Yes, yes, yes. You've been telling me that for years now. You should know at this point I don't give a shit if it does. It's better than living like I was. At least now I feel alive again. Besides you were always bitching at me for living like a hermit anyway."
"Yes, but I didn't know you were exchange one self destructive lifestyle for another."
"Dendrin, my whole fucking life has been self-destructive, long before I even had the misfortune of meeting you. My first major choice I can remember was either to beg for my life or die when I was five. I chose to die. Pretty much tells you all you need to know about me. So how about you leave me alone once and for all and let me get back to it okay? You'll get no more entertainment from this mortal."
"Apparently not. Very well then Eternal, go forth and die."

And that's the last time you ever hear from Dendrin.

Year 54

Here you are hold up in some abandoned cabin with svelk mercenaries shouting obscenities from outside. Lena lies on a dirty bed bleeding out and attempting to stay conscious. You're not doing too good yourself. You knew it would end like this and you still don't regret your decision in what is probably going to be your last moments on this world.

It's only a matter of time before the svelk just decide to burn you out. Somehow you can't help but laugh at the fact that the first person who nearly killed you was a svelk. Everything has come full circle it seems.

"Is..it…(cough) time?" Lena weakly asks.
"Can you stand up?"
"I don't think so…I hurt all over and just want to sleep."
"Its okay, you'll be able to sleep soon. We both will. Here I'll help, just grab your dagger."

You pick up Lena in an attempt to stand her up and while she's practically dead weight, you manage to do it.

"Do…you ever regret saving me?" Lena asks.
"Never." You tell her and kiss her one more time before exiting the cabin with her.

You and Lena make it five steps before the svelk open fire on you with their crossbows.


[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 have a talk with him

[Assistant]
You figure you need to address this now; you go to find Jack who's hanging around the edges of the town as usual.

"Hey Jack I need to talk to you."
"Aw Dad, I don't feel like working with you in the boring ol' computer room right now!"
"Hey watch your mouth! And it's not that anyway. It's about all the talking you've doing lately about exploring the wasteland like Indiana fuckin' Jones."
"Who?" Jack genuinely asks seeing as he's never heard of the movie being born after the bomb and all.
"Indiana…look never mind that, your Mom worries night and day that you're going to go running off and get yourself killed."
"I'm not gonna run off…I mean I thought about it…but I just…I dunno…"
"Well spit it out boy!"
"It gets too boring here sometimes! I just wish I could go and explore the world like Leon!"
"Yeah, well if you haven't noticed, Leon's missing an eye, his left ear and a couple of pieces of his fingers, not to mention he's all scarred up and complains about pain all the time."
"Well I'D be more careful!" Jack boasts.
"Hmmm, that's what everyone says.  I know you and your friends think all the stories are exciting, but if you'd really paid close attention you'll notice all damn danger as well. You know we've lost a few people doing that adventure shit, and the only one who still does it is Leon. Even Brenda stopped going out after she got shot in the leg. She was lucky she managed to escape. The world isn't a safe place Jake. Never has been. And the way it is now, it's even more dangerous."

Jack looks at you.

"We can't stay here forever Dad."

You see it in his eyes that he's going to do what he wants and you aren't going to be able to stop him. You don't like it, and maybe you can't stop him, but you can improve his odds.

"Alright son, you gather all your little friends and meet me back here in a couple hours. Don't go anywhere! You hear me?"
"Okay, okay."

You go and find Nina and explain the situation, she's of course completely opposed to the idea and it takes some reasoning, but eventually she sees you have a point, even if she doesn't like it. You tell her to go inform the other parents; in the meantime you go and fetch Brenda and Leon.

You meet Jack who's standing around with a bunch of his other friends and most of the other young people in town. Brenda and Leon are behind you.

"Alright Jack, if exploration is what you want, you ain't gonna do it unprepared. You all know these two. Brenda here is going to teach all of you how to shoot properly. We've got plenty of guns and ammo now and she's the best marksperson here. Before ANY of you people go out anywhere you better know how to aim your damn weapons. After a month of that, then you'll be going out, with Leon. He'll be able to give you on the job training with the whole explorer thing. In time, you'll be able to go out by yourselves. Now before any of this goes down, all of you are probably gonna have to discuss this with your parents or some shit, so you're all gonna have to work out your own personal lives yourselves, but Jack you've got a reluctant okay from both me and your mother."
"…I dunno what to say, I mean thanks Dad." Jack smiles.
"What you can do is pay attention to Brenda and Leon's instructions and not get yourself killed! And here, take this. It's saved more than a few lives." You say and hand your pistol to Jack.

And so begins the training. In time most of them go off to pursue their adventures elsewhere, naturally the world being what it is now, some don't return, but for those that do return most come back to stay permanently. Just a little bit of the taste of the outside world is all most of them needed to see it's a lot better to stay in New Haven! When Jake returns he's ready once again to follow in your footsteps.

"See Nina, I knew my idea would work. Let 'em go out in the world for a little while and they'll come to appreciate the comforts of this place! Might be boring here, but at least you don't have some motherfucker with a Mohawk shooting at you because he likes the boots you got on. They just needed some training first to give them a chance to survive."
"Well I'm just glad Jack's alright."

As you and Nina breathe a sigh of relief that Jack's home in one piece, little did you realize that your idea set a major plan in motion.

In time, the New Haven Militia is created.

Thirty …

Fifty years have gone by you briefly realize as you look at the old shelter entrance; it's hardly ever used anymore. Extensive changes have been made to it so it's rarely necessary to go down there anymore, only Jack and few other technicians go down there to check on the water purification system now in place. Practically everything else has been dismantled and used to help build up the surface of New Haven. New Haven has grown far beyond the shelter that you entered so long ago.

You don't think you ever saw this happening. Nobody did. The place is very large now; populated with the children of those you entered the shelter with as well as refugees from other places. Mostly everyone you originally knew is gone, not that you were ever one to greatly socialize, but still you do miss people like Leon, Brenda and Charles, hell you even miss Ron.

You especially miss your beloved wife Nina. It's been two years since she died. You miss her everyday. Jack comes by with his family to keep you company sometimes, but nowadays all you want is solitude.

You enter the shelter and go down the elevator. You probably aren't supposed to be down here, but you don't care, you're going to live in the past for awhile.

You walk around the practically gutted shelter and remember all the things that happened.

Here's where you first met Nina, you never thought you'd end up marrying and having a child with her someday, but even though you were annoyed by first impressions, (As she probably was with you!) you always thought she was beautiful.

Here's where you shot Elliot. To this day you know you did the right thing. There's no doubt in your mind that things would've been very different had he taken over.

Here's where Jack was born. You remember Kyle having a hell of a time getting him to come out. He always could be a little stubborn. You just remembered you're supposed to have a check up appointment with Kyle's daughter Shelia. It can wait though; you're busy right now.

Ah now here it is. Your old room. You remember spending a majority of your initial time here. Still has the shelter manual on the table. You insisted that this room remain intact when the shelter was in the final stages of being stripped. You always knew you'd return here some day.

You lie down on the bed and enjoy the peace and quiet from the surface. Slowly you begin to get drowsy.

"Ahhh, so peaceful with no other people around…I just wish Nina was here with me to enjoy it too…" you say to yourself as you drift off to sleep.


[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 have some time, let's talk

[Assistant]
You shrug

"We still have some time."

You find a moist log and sit down. Orvyn follows your lead and seats himself on a campstool taken from a nearby firepit. He cracks his knuckles

"So?"

You stretch, mailshirt shimmering

"I just wanted to talk"

"About?"

"The weather of course"

Orvyn looks at you quizically, and you roll your eyes

"I meant the battle. I wanted to talk about the battle"

Orvyn touches the hilt of his axe

"Mm. I might have preferred a conversation on the weather"

You spread your palms

"Sorry, just this; do you think that we can win?"

Orvyn shrugs

"Do you?"

For a while you sit in silence. Neither one of you is willing to speak. You grit your teeth angrily

"I was hoping for some encouragement. This is definitely not helping either of us. Come on, let's go to the front."

Orvyn nods, and helps you up from your log

"Alright, let's go then"


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

[User] You memories (Alphonse)

[Assistant]
The Visionary: Dr. Alphonse Moreau

Fuck Victor Frankenstein. That crackpot couldn't compare to Moreau, and he knew it. Victor tried to "beat" Moreau in the Mad Scientist department and he failed spectacularly in everyway, and to add insult to injury, Moreau barely even acknowledged Victor's self-created "feud" with him. Moreau was more interested in his own work more than competition. You never had any contact with Moreau mainly because he didn't really take an interest in anything except his work.

Everyone knows Moreau was doing a lot of genetic experimentation and crossbreeding with humans and animals. Everyone also knows that Moreau was attempting to create a utopia of sorts on his island. What surprised people, is he actually succeeded to an extent. When he realized initial attempts of inflicting punishment via "The House of Pain" were just making matters worse, he scraped that idea and tried a bunch of other ideas. He wasn't really successful with any of them until the 60s came rolling on in…

He adopted some weird hippy/communist philosophy. You're not really sure what it all entailed really since you never really were interested in such topics like government and philosophy, (Your simple "survival of the fittest" ideology seemed to work well for you) all you know is it entailed a lot of drugs and a lot of sex.

By the end of the 70s, Moreau's Island had achieved what no human nation ever has. No violence. No crime. No hate. A Utopia. The "citizens" of the island from what you know just mate, eat, and sleep until they die of natural causes.

While most would say that sounds like a paradise, you'd have to disagree. While the mating, eating, and sleeping all sound pretty good. Everyone there is a fucking VEGETARIAN! Even the citizens that were crossbred with carnivores such as lions, bears and (Shudder) wolves are all vegetarians, eating leaves right along side their herbivore counterparts peacefully. The thought of any predator mating with something they should normally be eating makes you ill.

Maybe you're old fashioned, but it just ain't natural.


[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 disconnect your system again

[Assistant]
Well you've heard enough and you're not putting yourself in the middle of this pointless drama.

"Disconnecting again sir?"
"Hell yes! I just needed to remind myself of the benefits of solitude! I'm gonna go watch Scarface again!"

Well you found your routine to stave off insanity. You retreat into solitude once again without thinking anymore of it, then every so often you reconnect briefly and stir shit up between Becky and Miranda then disconnect again. You don't think about leaving the Shelter (Even if you could) seeing as you've found a way to cope with your situation, and there's always the Shelter itself to talk to which is never as "friendly" to you again for some reason. (Perhaps it disapproves of you acting like a dick)

As the years go by you eventually die of an embarrassing shower accident by getting soap in your eyes and then slipping and cracking your skull on the sink while attempting to reach for a towel.

Detecting your demise, the Shelter powers down.


[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 find your son

[Assistant]
In the courtyard, you grab a passing servant girl by the arm

"Have you seen my son?"

The servant seems unsurprised at your arrival; evidently news travels fast. She bites her lip nervously

"Ah... yes, yes I have, but-"

"Where is he?"

You inquire incredulously. The servant blushes

"He's in the stables my lord, but I really don't think you should-"

Waving off her concerns, you thank her and depart towards the stables.

The stables are large and ornate, a mix of carved wood and interlocking wicker. The smell is heavy of stale hay and horse manure, but the atmosphere is pleasant nonetheless.

At least three-dozen horses of various shades rest in the shade of the stable's long awning, but your son is nowhere to be found.

On a hunch, you decide to check the stable master's quarters, at the rear of the stable.

As you approach the door you hear a muffled laugh through the porous wood of the door. Undoing the latch, you throw open the door and enter the dimly lit room.

Inside, you son Eamon, a long-haired blond boy of seventeen lies under an old cotton blanket alongside a freckled girl of similar age. The pair are twined together, moving rythmically, and apparently neither noticed you open the door.

You clear your throat politely. The girl gives a shriek of surprise, and covers herself with a fold of the tattered blanket. Your son looks equally surprised, but emits only a startled cough. You grin

"Hello Eamon"

You turn your attention to the girl lying beside him.

[User] You say "Get out"

[Assistant]
"Get out"

You snap idly, sparing her hardly a second glance. Blushing profusely, the young servant girl slips a threadbare tunic over her freckled body and hurries out of sight. Your son stares after her longingly, he sighs exasperatedly

"You didn't have to do that father"

You fix him with a hard stare

"I'm sorry, I merely assumed you would prefer to see your father rather than rut in the muck with some servant girl. Apparently I was mistaken."

Your son mutters something under his breath, you stare him down, daring him to argue with you

"What did you say?"

Your son returns your glare

"Her name is Lynette"

[User] You say "You shouldn't get too attached to her."

[Assistant]
You bite your lip awkwardly

"You shouldn't do this"

Your son stares at you incredulously

"I shouldn't love someone?"

"You are only making this harder for yourself"

Your son glares back at you

"I don't want to marry just anyone. I want to marry someone I care about"

You grab your son viciously by his shoulders

"Are you insinuating that I don't care about Catheryn!"

 Your son backpedals hurriedly

"Of course not, father you know I wouldn't-"

He searches for words

"I- I just... what if it doesn't work out for me? What if I don't love my wife?"

You let go of his shoulders limply

"I'm sure you'll love her"

Your son doesn't seem so convinced. He slips on his trousers and shirt and departs the stable master's quarters in silence, brushing past you on the way out.

You sigh tiredly and depart the stables alone.


[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] Two pieces to the first hunter, six to the second

[Assistant]
"You give two pieces to the first hunter, six to the second."

"Yes, another answer! Gods, I really like you!"

"Is it right?"

The Fool shrugs, smiling at you.

"Who knows? I'll be off, anyway, my eyes are beginning to burn," he says, scratching at his burned up eyes. "Good luck in there. Shame it's not a silver mine, am I right?"

He smiles, grinning, as you snarl. He raises his hands defensively, shrugging.

"Fine, fine, I'll be on my way. Best of luck in there, Willy."

You don't even try to stop him, your gun feeling unnaturally heavy in your hands as you know the patchwork man's magic is at work here. As soon as the Fool disappears into the trees, your gun lightens in your hands, and you heave to stare off into the mineshaft, smiling.


[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 try to escape

[Assistant]
You have to get out of here! You crawl on the ground and lift up the bottom of one side of the tent and squeeze out. Unfortunately midway through your escape the Shadows see you and quickly drag the rest of you out of the tent and swarm you. You feel a paralyzing fear overwhelm your mind and the hideous laughter of the Nightmare Tyrant fill it.

"Now you shall join MY army!" you hear his voice say in your mind as the Shadows carry you off to his fortress.


[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 refuse to go with her

[Assistant]
"I'd really prefer not to..."

You reply, attempting to dissuade her. In response, she moves towards you until she's right by your face.

"Are you really refusing to go out with a cute girl?"

She asks accusingly. For a moment she seems to be thinking about something, then she suddenly grabs your hand.

"Nope, you're coming!"

Allison happily declares. You pull your hand away from her, standing your ground.

"I don't want to go with you. Who the hell are you anyway?"

You ask the girl. For someone who you just met a few days ago, she's incredibly clingy and demanding of you. Shocked, she backs away from you and sits back in her chair, eyes facing the ground.

"I...I'm sorry Jacob."

She weakly states.

"I got a bit ahead of myself it seems. Heh, something must really be wrong with me."

She continues in a dejected tone. You sigh. It seems you got too angry with her and made her upset. Truthfully you find her persistence a little, well more than a little, annoying. You never had that much motivation to do anything growing up, so seeing someone so opposite to you just gets at you a bit.

"Naw, it's me that has something wrong with him. Refusing to leave with such a cute girl."

You reply, you face flushing red as you compliment her.

"But really, I barely know you. Why are you so interested in me?"

You ask. You also remember that you never actually told her where you live, but you get the feeling you really don't want to hear how she knows. Allison takes a deep breath, smacks her cheeks, and looks up to face you.

"No real reason. You just seemed interesting is all."

She says with an obviously fake smile.

"Well, if you don't want to go with me I should probably go."

She says standing up.

"I'll see you later Jacob..."

She says as she waves to you and exits your house. You want to question her more, but she seems like she's moments away from emotionally breaking down, so you instead just nod in response as she leaves. You lay down on your couch after she's gone and stare up at your ceiling.

Who is she...

You think, before drifting off to sleep for a nap.


[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 ask your older brother Ben

[Assistant]
You're not really sure of how much help you're going to get from Ben given that he's probably just as reclusive as you, probably more so.

You head to the backyard to look for him, but he's nowhere to be found. You do see his girlfriend Moon Shadow meditating in the garden though. For being a filthy hippy she's very pretty. In some ways you can see why Ben gave up his potentially lucrative job in the government for her. Though you don't think Moon Shadow had it in mind that he'd become a paranoid survivalist nut that indulged in every conspiracy theory known under the sun.

You ask her where he is.

"Hey Moon Shadow, sorry to bother you, but do you know where Ben is?"

Moon Shadow stops her meditation to address you.

"No worries Suzy. I am just happy to see you! You spend far too much time inside that dark basement hiding out from the world much like Ben does in his bunker. The both of you should embrace all the beauty it has to offer!"
"Uh, sure. So do you know where Ben is?"
"Sadly no. I haven't seen him for a couple days, but I'm sure he'll return to me soon. He always has!"
"A couple days? Where did he go?"
"Oh he's working on his underground bunker as always. He really gets caught up in it; though I try to tell him that it's completely unnecessary, but I understand his intentions to protect all of us are good. It is my hope that he will someday come to his senses and we will leave this place. The aura and karma here are…well very fucked up."

Never having been in Ben's bunker you ask where it is.

"Dunno, he hides it really well and keeps switching the entrance. In fact I haven't ever been inside it; I've always slept up here beneath the majestic stars."
"Hmm, I think I've seen you and Tommy on the couch in the living room a few times."
"Well Tommy gets cold sometimes and he wants his mommy with him, would you have me deny that right?"
"I suppose not. So where's Tommy then?"
"He's been spending time with his father, so he's also down in the bunker. It's good for them to bond and it allows me to get back in touch with the cosmos."

At this point you're getting exasperated.

"How the hell can Ben move the damn entrance around and hide it so well in just this backyard?" you ask.
"I'm afraid I do not know the answer to your questions. You will have to ask him yourself. All I can tell you that if you truly wish to find him, you will do so, but I am wondering if you should not stay here and meditate with me so that you may calm yourself and perhaps find another path."

[User] You go find Ben

[Assistant]
You don't have time for Moon Shadow's hippy shit, you're here to find Ben.

"No, I'm pretty sure the only path I wanted to follow today was to find Ben."
"Very well, but as I said before I have no idea where he's hidden the entrance this time. You'll just have to find it yourself." Moon Shadow tells you and then goes back to her meditation.

You begin wandering the backyard, looking at the ground in the hopes of finding something out of place, but you're not having too much luck.

"How the hell…gah, tis is pointless…huh?"
"Aunt Suzy pretty!" you hear a familiar voice say.

You turn around and see Tommy!

"Tommy! I thought you were with your dad. Your mom's over there."
"Mommy sleeping."
"No she isn't she's med…" you look again over in Moon Shadow's direction and she's no longer meditating she's on the grass sprawled out fast asleep.

"Oh well, I guess she is asleep. So Tommy, as I said before I thought you were helping your dad."
"Busy. No want my help anymore." Tommy says while looking down at the ground. At first you think he's sad, but actually he's just become fascinated with a bug on the ground.
"Tommy where's the entrance to the bunker?"
"Dunno."
"You don't know? How can you not know? You came up from the bunker!"
"Oh yeah…me don't know. Keeps changing location. You want to play?"

This little trip to find Ben has just gotten weirder by the minute. You're really starting to wonder what the hell is going on. Though part of you just wants to give up and not bother with this nonsense.

[User] You keep looking for Ben

[Assistant]
"Tommy, think carefully. WHERE is the entrance to the bunker?" you order which seems to make Tommy upset. He collapses on the ground and begins to cry.

"WAHHHHHHH! I don't like this game! No blue anymore! No more bad place!"
"What the hell?"
"Dig too deep! Too deep! Two trees! Scary things! (Sob)"

It's a bit incoherent gibberish, but you begin to wonder if Tommy hasn't given you the clue of where to find the shelter entrance. You look around and notice the blue colored flowers near the medium sized trees in your backyard and you start to wonder.

You leave Tommy to his retard seizure and head over to one of the trees and knock on it. Sounds solid, you knock on the other one and it makes a completely different sound.

"Hah! Hollow!" you say and feel around for a door of some sort, eventually you find one and when you open it up a long ladder leading down is revealed. At the bottom you can see a faint bit of light and hear the hum of a generator.

While you're glad you found the entrance, you still don't know how the hell he's been supposedly changing the entrance. It really doesn't seem possible, unless Moon Shadow and Tommy were initially lying to you.

You descend down the ladder. It takes awhile, but when you get to the bottom you find yourself in a fairly spartan room with a few dim lights and a generator. There's only one corridor leading from the room so you follow it.

"Ben? Are you down here? Don't shoot if you are, it's me Suzy!" you call out, walking down the corridor.

You pass many smaller room, most are empty. Some have things like canned food in them. You marvel at the fact that Ben was able to build something like this within a relatively short period of time. Amazing still that nobody really paid much attention to what he was doing or how he even got the materials down here.

Eventually you come to a spot where the bunker doesn't have the wall siding and just dirt with wooden support beams are being used. You're guessing that Ben's only just started digging here. You also notice that the newly dug pathway is sloping downward and there isn't any lighting in that direction. This was creepy before, but now it's starting to approach the scary realm. You decide you don't really want to go any further.

"BEN?! Are you down there?"

Your call is followed by silence for a moment, then you hear some shuffling, then heavy breathing. Whatever it is that's approaching, it doesn't sound like Ben and when a disgusting figure dripping with ichor steps into the dim light, you know damn well it isn't Ben!

Panic and fear overwhelm you, and you run screaming back to the ladder. The inhuman noises are only getting louder though. You completely freak out when you run into a figure that steps out from one of the side rooms. You're temporarily blinded by the powerful light shining from where the figure's head would be. The figure turns down the light and you can see that it's Ben wearing light mounted helmet.

"Suzy, what the fuck are you doing down here? Get out of the way!" Ben shouts and strides past you with a shotgun when he hears the noises behind you.

You crawl into the room he just came out of and hear him shout "DIE FUCKING MUTANT BASTARD!", followed by a couple of gunshots a hideous cry and a loud thump.

Ben then returns to find you.

"Suzy, you're still here? You've should've kept running, it's not safe down here." Ben asks helping you up.
"W…what's going on down here?"
"Oh nothing much except trying to clean out some sort of race of creatures. I dunno what the hell they are, but I call 'em Chulocks. Y'know like a combination of a Morlock and a Chud heh heh."

You have so many questions that you don't know where to begin. Ben touches some sort of panel on the wall with his shotgun and a secret door slides open and motions you inside a nicely furnished room with a large arsenal, computer, books, bed and some food.

"Don't worry about the Chulocks, we're safe in here, though I really need to install a security camera system down here. Just haven't had time. I Look Suzy, I'm sure have a shitload of questions, and I'll try to answer some of them, but you'll have to leave soon. I have to start working on changing the layout of this place again, obviously it isn't hidden enough if you found it. What were doing do here anyway?"
"I…I was going to ask you for job advice."
"Job?" Ben starts to laugh. "I don't think I'd have any good advice since I gave up that life long ago. You still living in the basement?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm, you might want to think about moving or at least sleeping with a weapon."
"Why?"
"Well as you can see living underground around here isn't exactly the safest thing. Now I doubt if these things will be crawling into the basement anytime soon, but still it's something to think about. Ironic that I built this place to be safe and it turns out to be almost as dangerous."
"Almost? Why the hell are you still living down here?"
"You might as why as why am I still living in America. Because it's my home and I'm not going to be run off by some underground mutants or ancient race, or whatever the hell those things are. Besides I got a theory they're government made anyway. Probably some sort of experiment that went wrong, or maybe even unleashed on me purposely. It wouldn't surprise me."

You're not sure if that is the case, but given that you saw one of these things, Ben's conspiracy theories might not all be crazy.

"How long have you been fighting these things?"
"Quite awhile. I first ran into them about a year after I started digging this thing. Little did I know something else was digging UP. There were shitloads of them in the past. Nowadays not so much. I dunno if it's because I'm killing them all off or they're finally getting the idea of not to come around here. For awhile I thought I'd killed them all, and I even had Tommy come down here to help me sometimes, but as it turned out they weren't all gone and I sent Tommy back up. He's seen them, and is scared of them, but I know his attention span isn't the greatest."
"So, wait does Moon Shadow know about this? Does anyone else?"
"Moon Shadow, well if you've spoken with her, she'd probably try to make friends with the damn things. So no she doesn't know. Everyone else in the family doesn't know either. They're all too wrapped up in their own dramas and wouldn't believe me if I told them. Well Uncle Ed might, but he's up to his own suspicious dealings and quite frankly I think a Chulock eating him wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. He's just plain creepy."

This all seems very surreal to you. All you did was want a little job advice to do something with your life and you got wrapped up in something much more.

Question is now, are you going to actively do anything about what you learned?

[User] No

[Assistant]
This definitely isn't for you. You want to be out of here as quickly as possible. Ben certainly understands.

"Can't say I blame you, but like I said before you really should think about changing locations of where you sleep or move out entirely. This place was never the healthiest of environments…eh, I'm not going to tell you what you should do with your life, but take this pistol at least. Hell, given our family's dysfunction you should have one anyway. Take care okay?"

You take the gun and make your way back up the ladder and out the bunker. Moon Shadow and Tommy are now both sleeping near the garden. You pass them and head back to the basement half expecting to be attacked, but of course that doesn't happen.

You don't sleep much for the next few days and when you do its on the living room sofa, which means you have to endure Kelly's insults, but nothing worse than that. (She does notice that you carry a pistol around now though) Out of curiosity you go back to the tree with the secret entrance only to find it doesn't exist anymore.

Time passes and Ben comes up to the surface every once in awhile as usual, and you talk more in depth about things. Namely the "underworld". He's convinced more than ever that the government has something to do with them.

Eventually he says he has everything he needs down there now, and doesn't expect to come to the surface again. He tells Moon Shadow to take Tommy away and go some place else for he cannot be the soul mate or father that is needed. He also tells you again that you should leave with them and hands you a bunch of money. He says it's the last of his life savings from his "old life".

You can't see any reason to really stay. You've been on edge ever since you found out about the Chulocks, and you were looking for something to do with your life.

Saying goodbye to Ben one last time, you, Moon Shadow, and Tommy move on to parts unknown where an unknown future awaits. But hopefully it won't involve Chulocks.


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

[User] You try to start the chainsaw and go "Leatherface" on him!!

[Assistant]
You step over the laughing, old man and grab the chainsaw with both hands.

BRAAAAAAPAAAAAAAPAAAAAA!!!! The chainsaw starts up after only one try. It takes a couple of seconds to wrench the saw out of the t.v. monitor but soon you turn and swing the chainsaw in the direction of the old man.

The old man's laughing face becomes one of sheer terror as you split his head wide open, blood flying everywhere painting the room deep red. It is you that has begun to laugh as the man's face becomes unrecognizable, his hands pumping into fists and finally releasing their grasps in the air and dropping to the ground. The chainsaw sputters to a stop halfway down the old man's face. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.

You finally stop and realize what you have done. After what has just happened, anything your grandfather has waiting for you doesn't seem all that interesting now.

What should you do...

[User] You head home and try to forget the whole thing.

[Assistant]
You slowly pull out of the Motel's parking lot and back onto the interstate. You watch as the neon lights of the "Motel Hello" sign get further and further away.

"It feels good to be away from there" you think as you sigh in relief.

Your body starts to relax for the first time in hours and your heart rate starts to return to normal. You drive for seems like forever finding no signs or markings as to where you are. Nothing seems familiar on this road.

 "Did I take a wrong turn somewhere" you think as your eyes start to get heavy. Soon you start to nod off.

You wake up to a blaring horn and head lights coming right at you! You swerve out of the way just in time to hit a tree head on.

BLAM!!!!!

You black out!!!!

"Dr. Tait, please come to room 315....Dr. Tait....room 315 please."

Whoa, what a splitting headache you have. You go to open your eyes and you are met with bright lights. The bightness soon fades and is replaced by a man in a white lab coat and holding a small flash light.

"I see he is waking up." the man says in a British accent.

"Oh let me see!" says another masculine voice close by you.

Soon the face of your father is staring back at you. You smile as he smiles back. You try to speak but are unable. You try to move but cannot. Your father's face becomes very sad and a tear wells up in his right eye.

"Your paralized my boy, your dad blurts out and begins to cry uncontrollably.

The doctor returns in view and explains what happened in the crash. Something about severing your spinal cord and being permantly paralized.

You want to pay attention to what the doctor is saying but you can't because your eyes are fixated on the old man standing in the shadows of your hospital room. He begins to laugh uncontrollably as he points a boney old finger at you.

THE END

You have reached a "MOTEL HELL" ending.


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

[User] You catch the knife

[Assistant]
You reach up and catch the knife, cutting your fingers with the blade, blood dripping down the blade.

"Good catch," Castus says. "Try to catch the handle next time."

You grab the knife by it's handle with your other hand, licking your cut fingers clean. You hold the knife, stabbing it forward.

"What do you think?" Castus asks.

"It's a knife," you say simply.

"Yeah, it is. Do you like it? Does it feel good?" Castus says.

"I don't know anything about knives. Maybe," you say.

"Alright, first, we need to talk. Is anyone watching us? Like, are there cameras?"

"No. Well yes, but they're offline," Olive says, resting her head on the butt of her axe-gun. "What is it?"

"A plan is being formed. We're going to escape."

"Escape?" Olive says, musing. "Who's on our side?"

"We have a large amount of people on our side. Elios, Elizabeth and Durge are bringing the weight of their war-bands, as well as most, if not all, of the Guardsmen here. Then there's the Goliaths and the Tribals, both of whom are with us."

"What...?"

"Because I've done this twice before, I best say. We have no plans yet. They're to be decided. We have literally nothing. We just need to check whether you'll join us. Then, we'll get the leaders together to plan our to take over, and what to do with once we've actually done so."

"Huh. Well, I'm in," Castus says.

"What?" Olive asks, surprised.

"Yeah, I'm in," Castus says.

"We don't know the plan, we don't have any assurances that we won't be back-stabbed as soon as we take over, we..."

"Olive, let's be smart here. If we don't rebel, we'll definitely either be killed fighting Kyros' war, killed trying to put down these fuckers' mutiny, or killed fighting another arena battle for these bastard's amusement."

"If we rebel, we'll almost certainly be killed!"

"Almost certainly is way better than definitely. Plus, we'll get to kill a few of Kyros' bastards before we go down."

"Fine, I'm in, but I... we have a few demands," Olive says.

"Go on," you say.

You know the gladiators will be essential to your plans, so you really need to get them, but still, you don't want to devote to many resources to this issue.

"I want instant freedom once we take-over. No more being locked up under the arena. I want my men to have free reign to travel around the ship. I want pay, do the men and women who fight and work for the ship actually get something from it. I want an increase in food rations, and better equipment than the shit we're given. I want actual medical care, on top of this."

"That it?" you ask, annoyed with her large demands.

It'll probably take a serious amount of resources to fulfill her request. You have a few options here.

"What a fucking greedy bitch. This fucker needs a dick, I tell you that," Meliodas complains.