[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.

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[Assistant]
Running or rather planning to run didn't work before so you're not even going to entertain the idea now.

"Donna, get the fuck back here! You might be about to outrun cops, but you can't outrun a bullet!" you shout crawling backwards towards the bathroom.
"Suzy, you need to stop being so scared all the damn time! NOT running before is why you had to suffer through what you did last time! If you're smart, you'll come with me!"
"Donna, I'm telling you, it's going to be bad if you go out there!"
"It's gonna be bad if we stay…AAAH!"

You're already inside the bathroom when you hear Donna scream, at first you think she got shot, but it's something equally as bad.

The moment she was opening the front door, so was a soldier, trying to look for respite from the shooting. You peak around the corner and see him barge in and pick Donna up by the hair.

"Get up! Get up you fucking trailer bitch!" you hear the soldier shout.

Donna whimpers and begs to be let go. You think you hear a slap followed by another. You slink back into bathroom as panic wells up inside you.

"Fucking trash, you got a weapon on ya? Where the fuck is your boyfriend? He in the back waiting to ambush me? Well fuck that! Come on out you goddamn redneck! Got your bitch here or is it also your sister? Fuckin' inbreds!"

You hear Donna continue to plead and exclaim she lives alone and that she has no weapons of any kind. The guardsmen doesn't sound completely convinced and you hear him pushing Donna and exclaiming for her to head towards the bedroom swearing the whole time about his shitty assignment, you know its only a matter of time before he discovers that you're here.

You hastily look around the bathroom, but there isn't much here in the way of weapons except a can of your sister's hairspray. Maybe you can blind him, though you'd need to time it just right.

Taking a deep breath, you get near the entryway of the door prepare the can…

Your sister passes by and sees you out the corner of her eye, but makes no indication that she's seen you.

"Just keep going. If there really is nobody in the bedroom, then we're just going to hide out in the back for a while and then…ARGH! SHIT!" the soldier exclaims as you unload the hairspray in his eyes as he starts to pass the bathroom entrance.

Fortunately he drops his rifle in the process of his sudden blindness, which you quickly snatch up. Donna is still scrambling to get up and get out of the way, meanwhile the blind soldier is backing up trying to fish his pistol out of his holster.

"Fucking…shit…I'm gonna kill all of you inbred trash! I'm…"

You don't wait around for him to possibly carry out his threats; you don't think about it, you just shoot. The rifle kicks a bit and you hurt yourself in the process, but your assailant with several new holes in him is in even worse condition. He drops his pistol and slumps backwards in a bloody heap.

For a moment you just stand there in disbelief on what you've done. You just killed a man. Even if it was life and death, you still killed someone.

"Suzy! Get down, they're still shooting out there!" Donna shouts from the bedroom entrance.

You get down on the floor still clutching on to your killing tool and crawl to the bedroom. You feel a bit weird, but not sick.

You and your sister hide behind her bed, huddled close to each other as the shooting and general mayhem out there continues for what seems like a very long time, but in reality it's only about fifteen-twenty minutes.

As the gunshots die down, you can hear the victory hooting and hollering outside which is then followed by more gunshots probably fired in victory.

For a moment you and your sister stay down for a little while longer, but eventually the pair of you get up. You just sit on the edge of the bed trying to wrap your head around everything that just happened.

Donna on the other hand peeks out one of the windows.

"Well, I guess our side won." Donna says.
"Not sure if that's going to be a good thing in the long run." You say.

Donna doesn't pay much attention to your statement, but instead heads to the main room of the trailer. After a few moments, you gather your strength and follow her.

She looks at the dead soldier on the floor and you do as well.

"Well, I guess it's true what they say, you never know if you can kill someone or not until you have to." Donna remarks.
"Or want to." You add.
"Well anyway I'm glad you did. Shit, that was fucking intense. The weird thing is how well worked together in the situation I mean I lured him to the back and you ambushed him."
"Yeah, well I suppose we already had several run-throughs of dealing with hostile assholes this week. We were bound to get it right eventually." You remark.
"Heh, I suppose so…well no point in letting this asshole stink up the place, let's drag him outside."

Donna gets his legs and you get his upper body and drag the soldier out of the trailer. As you do so, you notice his rank is that of a high-ranking NCO. You wonder if he was the one in charge of this detachment.

When you get him outside, Tina is just walking up with a scruffy looking man wearing a cap and clothing that doesn't look like its been washed in days. He carries a shotgun over his shoulder.

"Well fuck Donna. Did you actually kill one of those fuckers?" Tina asks.
"Not me, my sister did. This asshole barged into our trailer and Suzy shot his ass."

Tina looks a little impressed.

"Is that so? Well maybe I misjudged you blondie. Maybe you're not the innocent wallflower I thought you were."
"I didn't take any pleasure in it, if that's what you're implying." You say defensively.

"Of course you didn't. You saw a threat to your family and home and you took care of business. It's what any right thinking American SHOULD do when the fucking government tries to impose its will on folks. They tried to do it here, well they didn't fucking succeed. We showed them that, but I reckon there's gonna be a lot more trouble comin'. Believe it." The man suddenly says.
"Who are you?" you ask almost in an accusing tone.

Mel doesn't really look offended, but Tina speaks up before he can.

"This is Mel, my…significant other." Tina says.
"Significant other? What the fuck are we fucking faggots? Life partners and all that shit? Just say I'm your goddamn boyfriend. Shit, I'm practically your husband with as long as we've been together."
"I hesitated to call you my boyfriend because I don't know where we exactly stand right now and until you buy me a fucking ring and propose, you're definitely NOT my husband!"
"Pftt, I told ya, I see no reason for a piece of paper handed out by some bean counter to tell me how I feel about ya, let alone some piece of jewelry. Besides, we fight all the fucking time and always get back together, so stop bein' a fuckin' drama queen."

At this point Tina and Mel start to argue and not wishing to get in the middle of it, you and Donna start to walk back to your trailer. When you get inside Donna starts finding bags and begins putting away clothes.

"What are you doing?" you ask.
"What's it look like? I'm packing up my shit and getting ready to get the hell outta here. It's apparent that you were right again, about this place. It's not safe here." Donna says.
"At this point, I don't think its too safe anywhere. At least the immediate threat here has been eliminated." You say.

Donna stops packing.

"Wait a minute. Are you serious? This can't be happening. I mean YOU of all people. Are you seriously considering staying here?"
"I don't know. I mean would I like there to be a better option? Yes! But what options do we really have Donna? We don't even have a fucking car to leave in and I doubt very seriously anyone is going to let us borrow a vehicle now. We're going to be on foot, heading to god knows where. I mean WHERE are we going to go? Back to town? With all the bullshit going on there? Into that wilderness where we can slowly starve to death due to our lack of survival knowledge? Further down the road where we'll run into who knows what? I mean everything seems so chaotic right now and I want at least a stable chance of survival. Your plan has always been to run and so far it hasn't worked out very well either for me or you. Maybe we need to dig our heels in and tough it out if only for a bit."

Donna sits down on the couch processing your words. She probably can't believe you're even thinking this way, and to be honest you can't either. Maybe killing another human changed something within you and you're not willing to just sit around and be a victim anymore. You're going to DO something to improve your situation. Anything.

"Okay, I get what you're saying. And yeah you're right that it's going to suck walking to wherever our unknown destination is going to be and we don't know where we would go, but I'm just saying it HAS to be safer than staying here. I mean if we do stick around, what if the government sends another group of soldiers here? It's going to look mighty suspicious that the last group they sent isn't here and will probably be really bad for us. If we leave, we can at least distance ourselves from this mess. I dunno, I mean at this point I'll stick with you no matter what you decide, I just think we oughta get the fuck outta here." Donna advises.

[User] You stay in the trailer park

[Assistant]
Honestly you don't know if it's a good idea or not, but you're staying at least for now.

"I still think running on our own is a bad idea. I say we stick around at least for the rest of the day, I mean it's no good walking off now with the sun about to go down. If it looks like things aren't going to be too good for us here, I mean we can leave sometime tomorrow. I doubt if the military is going to send anyone else here THAT quick."
"Okay, ugh. I still think this is a bad idea, but I suppose I could use that time to try to find someone who would let us borrow their vehicle. That would at least save us from walking."
"Borrow? Didn't know if we were leaving that we were planning on returning." You snicker.
"Well, maybe other people will be getting ready to leave too, and maybe we can catch a ride with them at least."
"Well that would make leaving at least more of an appealing prospect." You say and start to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"If we're going to stay, I should find out what the game plan is with the rest of these folks. If it looks like they don't have their shit together, well that's another mark in favor of leaving."
"Hm, well I suppose I'll go see if Tina's done arguing with her boyfriend or whoever he is to her, maybe I can see if she's receptive to the idea of leaving."

At this point you and Donna split up. You mainly wander the trailer park a bit where you occasionally get some stares and a few cat calls, but mostly everyone is busily running around cleaning up or holding various weapons or building supplies in their hands. Mostly all the men.

While there is a lot of shouting in general going on, one of these trailer folk is standing around seemingly barking orders at the rest. It's Mel, Tina's boyfriend from earlier.

"Get those vehicles to block the main entrance to this place and drag those fucking dead to the field behind this place. We'll bury their remains there in a big ass pit. After getting everything useful out of those military trucks, we're going to need to start stripping them down…hey you…blondie, this ain't no place for ya, I'm tryin' to get some fuckin' work done an' I can't have you here." Mel exclaims.
"What? I'm not in anyone's way and I live in this place! Why can't I be here?" you ask.
"Because like I said, I'm TRYING to light a fire under these fuckers' asses, and I can't do that, if half of them are staring at YOUR ass or are you so dainty that you haven't noticed?" Mel says.
"Yes, I've noticed that I've been attracting a lot of attention. I can't really help that though, all I'm just trying to do is assess the situation here and if it's worth staying or not. So are you in charge here now?"
"Well considering the old bastard that owned this place got his fucking head blown off during the firefight, we are now officially free of any sort of authority whatsoever. However, since I'm only one that realizes what we just did was fucking treason to the highest degree even if it was necessary, I suppose I'm charge of trying to get us all out of this shitstorm. My first goal is to try to get rid of all traces that these soldier boys were even here and attempt to barricade this place somewhat. To be honest though, with all the shit that I've been hearing on the news and from what Tina told me yesterday, sounds like the whole world is going to shit and I doubt the government is even going to investigate one shitty little trailer park right away. Assuming if there even IS a government left after all this is over."
"So you really think this place will be safe?"
"Fuck if I know. Probably safer than what's going on in town right now. All I know is I ain't running from my home unless I really have to. Look darlin' I ain't got the answers for ya as to whether or not you should leave. That's on you. All I CAN say is I hope you've got some sort of useful skill if you intend on stickin' around because if you HOPE to remain semi-independent and not sucking dick for supper, you're going to have to pull your weight around here in a meaningful way. Well either that or hook up with one of many fine bachelors round here."

At this point Mel smirks and raises his hand towards the many slovenly looking guys walking around as if he's presenting them like they're a prize on a game show. Except none of them are prizes and this isn't a game show.

You desperately think about your skills and unpredictably you find them lacking, however you do think of one thing that you haven't done or even thought about in years.

"Well, my mom taught me how to sew when I was little. Haven't done it in a long time though."
"Mm, seamstress might be useful, but can you do anything else?"
"…uh…I killed a man. That's gotta count for something."
"Mm, well in some places it might, but it isn't like you're the only killer here especially after today. Shit, some of these guys here probably killed before today anyway. But I suppose if worst came to worst, you COULD potentially help out as a guard in a pinch when we get all set up seeing as I know you have the capacity to kill something or someone threatening if need be. Lord, I can just imagine how all these fucktards will be wanting to be paired up with you though. (Sigh) Look seein' as you're a friend of Tina's…"
"Actually Tina's my sister's friend. I don't think she really likes me at all." You interrupt.
"Well she's going to like you even fucking less if she sees me speaking with you considering she's a jealous type, but we're getting off track. Fuck, what was I sayin'? Oh yeah, look since you're the sister of Tina's friend and don't seem like a complete stuck up cunt, I'll try to keep the boys from harassin' you too much. Can't speak for any of the ladies though. They're probably going to hate you just as much as Tina…well except for Butchie Billie, who'll probably be harassing you right along with the boys. I'm just glad Jed and his retarded giant ass brother aren't here. I think those fuckers were rapists and they would've LOVED the likes of you. Anyway, now could you please fuckin' leave so some work can get done?"

At this point you leave Mel and return to your trailer where you find Donna.

"I thought you were scouting for a potential vehicle." You say.
"Apparently none of these hicks are leaving and neither is Tina. Nobody is willing to let me borrow one either."
"None? Didn't you offer anything?" you ask hintingly.
"Offer?...Oh yuck! Suzy! Seriously? Do you think I'm just that much of a whore?!" Donna asks.
"Well I mean I know you're free spirited enough not to give a shit about that sort of thing. I mean that IS how you got this trailer up front isn't it?"
"Okay, first that was different. Second that was REALLY unpleasant!"
"Well you'll be happy to know that old dude is dead now anyway. Mel seems to be in charge of this place now, or at least he alpha male here. Good thing you're friends with Tina, he said he'd keep the sexual harassment to a minimum while we stay. He's actually a lot smarter than he appears. He's currently trying to eliminate all traces of the military being here and making this place more fortified." You say.
"So, where does that leave us?"
"Well in the long term I don't know. In the short term, we need to pull our weight around here to be useful. So far I've secured two possible jobs as a seamstress or a guard."

Donna looks a little surprised.

"Seamstress huh? You talking about how mom taught you how to sew when we were little? Thought you hadn't done it in a long time and didn't care for it."
"I haven't and I don't, but I don't relish the idea of blowing anyone here for food and water if things get bad. I'll probably end up being a guard though. Seems a lot easier to potentially shoot people."
"Geez Suzy, you're starting to sound like a completely different person."
"Yeah well a lot of shit has happened. Anyway, I'm done for today, I'm just going to relax for the rest of the night, since I'm guessing I'll be doing a lot of work in the near future. It appears I've found a job at last, gotta love the irony." You say.

The remainder of the night is fairly uneventful if somewhat noisy at times. Donna doesn't say too much to you and eventually goes to bed, but she once again thanks you for saving her from that soldier. The pair of you bailing each other out of trouble seems to be a reoccurring theme this week.

You can only hope it isn't a necessary theme tomorrow.

[User] Next day...

[Assistant]
THURSDAY

"…your family will feel right at home in one of our…"

"Agh, shut the hell up." You instinctively groan at the Ground Zero ad. You call out for Donna to turn her tv off, but considering she doesn't, you assume that she must not be here.

You look around for your phone to check the time, but you can't find it. You can only assume that you dropped or misplaced it somewhere. Hardly matters, you don't have too many people to contact anymore at this point. Your relationship with Bobby is over. Julie's probably dead and who the hell knows what's happened to the rest of your family in town. It isn't like you need to call anyone or anyone needs to call you. You're more pissed about your laptop, which apparently somehow caught a bullet during the mayhem yesterday. So much for keeping up on what might be going on in the world.

In any case there's a clock in the trailer and the time indicates that you've slept through the morning as usual. Weird, since you fell asleep fairly early. You wonder where the hell Donna could've went to, but you're guessing she might be with her friend Tina.

After turning the TV off in Donna's room, all you're left with is the noise that's going on outside. Sounds like the good ol' boys are still at it. You take a look out one of your windows and see several men in the field taking apart the military trucks, or rather severely altering them. It almost looks like they're going to build a whole new vehicle out of them or something.

Since there isn't anyway to entertain yourself with your laptop being shot up, you aren't in the mood to watch Ground Zero infomercials, and you don't want to risk the possibility of Donna suddenly walking in on you with your vibrating boyfriend (Thankfully nothing happened to that form of entertainment, though you do worry about batteries for the future) your only option is to head outside and try to find Donna or find something productive to do. You never thought such a day would come where you'd be leaving the comfort of a couch to potentially do some work, but here you are.

After going through your routine of washing up and changing clothes, you decide to take the rifle and pistol with you, just in case.

You exit the trailer and head on over to Tina's place.

You knock on the trailer door and hardly recognize Tina without all her makeup on. Not that she's ugly, in fact she's actually less trashy looking without it on.

"What the fuck do you want blondie?" Tina asks.
"Um, is Donna here?"
"No, she's not fucking here. Try a few trailers over, I think she took a shine to Jimmy Ray and is over there."
"Oh. Okay then." You say.
"If you see her, tell her, she better not be distractin' him all fucking day with her pussy, cause Mel wants him to be workin' on somethin'. I dunno what, exactly, but I don't wanna have to listen to him bitch to me about it."
"Got it." You answer and begin to leave, but Tina calls out to you.

"Hey, you ain't after, Mel's dick are ya?" Tina asks which completely catches you off guard.
"What?"
"He told me yesterday, you and he spoke and said you were sweet on him and he had to tell you to stop flirting so much."

Tina looks at you as if she's detecting if you're going to lie to her, but you have no intention of doing so since you're defending yourself from a horrible lie!

"Uh, with no disrespect, but Mel is NOT my type and I did not flirt with him." You answer.
"See, I knew that bastard was delusional. I didn't even believe him when he told me that shit. Any retard can tell that a girl like you would have nothing to do with the likes of him in that way." Tina says.
"Did I do something that he could've mistaken for flirting?
"Yeah, you were talking to him. He probably told all his friends that you were flirting with him. Hell, he might've even said he fucked you, but he tends to keep his tall tales a little more realistic nowadays. Whatever, he's getting old and likes to think he's still some sort of chick magnet. Still, I love the sonofabitch despite everything."

As you're about to finish your illuminating conversation with Tina, you suddenly hear gunshots and yelling.

"Oh shit!" you say believing that the military has returned already.

Several of the trailer park crew start running towards the noise with weapons in hand. Tina calls out to a skinny one who looks like methhead.

"Hey! Hey Dan, what the fuck's goin' on?" Tina shouts
"A bunch of fuckin' zombies or some shit are attackin' us! Mel's called almost everyone to defend the east and south part of the park. Looks like a shitload of them are comin' from town!"
"Wait, did you just say fuckin' zombies?" Tina asks.
"Yeah. I mean shit, I dunno what they are, I just know Bobby Ray got all bit up by one of them. Maybe they're just cannibals or high on bath salts. Remember like that one time I…"
"Dan, whatever! Just go! Go! Go! And you, get inside here, quick!" Tina says waving away Dan who continues to his destination.
"But I gotta find my sister." You remark
"She's probably safe with Jimmy Ray."
"Didn't Dan say he just got bit by zombies?"
"That was Bobby Ray! Now get yer ass in here, we'll bar the door and hunker down inside here until Mel and the boys take care of this."

You're not going to leave your sister's potential fate in the hands of some redneck who you know nothing about though. You're going to make the effort to at least find her; besides, you'd rather not barricade yourself in anywhere unless you have to.

"Where is Jimmy's trailer again?!" you ask.
"You're a damn idiot blondie. (sigh) it's more towards the entrance and has a badly spray painted picture of a naked woman on the side of it. I suggest you get a move on." Tina says and slams her door shut.

You follow the advice and start heading towards your new destination, which has considerably more gunfire and shouting coming from that direction. You feel like you're in one of those video games that you played on your computer sometimes, except this is unfortunately very real.

With your rifle held in front of you the whole time, you continue to move at a quick yet cautious rate. You keep half expecting one of those freaks to suddenly jump out at you every time you pass one of the trailers. You catch a glance of people peeping out their windows of said trailers, sometimes you hear one of them shouting at you to "find some damn shelter."

Eventually you hear a voice calling at you from above.

"Hey blondie, what the hell are you doing down there?" you look up and see a shirtless young man with a shotgun standing on top of the trailer.

"Suzy?! What the hell are you doing?!" another voice shouts, but this one is coming from inside the trailer. Sounds like Donna.

You glance back down and look at the trailer itself and notice that this is the one you've been looking for. You're guessing that's Jimmy Ray standing on top of his trailer. You can sort of see Donna going for a guy like him. He's got a rugged handsome look rather than a grizzled, unkept or outright disgusting appearance that some of the other guys around here have.

"Donna?! I was looking for you, that's what I'm doing out here." You say while swiveling your head in several directions to keep an eye on your surroundings.
"Well now you've found me, now get inside!" Donna shouts and starts to open up the door.
"Donna, don't leave that door open too long, I'm watching the main fighting at the front of the park and it's not looking good. The east side is doing better though."
"Aren't you suppose to be helping Mel?" you ask.
"Pfft, yeah right. I mean I don't hate him or anything, but I'm not riskin' my life for that asshole. Oh fuck! More of them are getting through, and I mean a shitload! Get your asses inside!" Jimmy Ray shouts and starts aiming his shotgun.

You look and see a couple of the…things Dan was talking about. This is insane. Here you were worrying about the military and some unexpected threat like…zombies shows up? They can't be zombies, they just can't!

Whatever they are, four of them are flailing about wildly and growling. They notice you and begin loping at you. The mere sight of them is troubling, but you quickly point your rifle at them and start firing.

Jimmy's shotgun gets one of them in the leg which he then shoots again in the body. Another gets its head blown off. You use up the remainder of the clip to kill the two remaining. One of them didn't even drop down dead until he almost reached you. They don't look rotten (though they do look dirty and disheveled…which isn't unlike some of the hillbillies here) and you didn't even shoot one in the head, so while they may NOT be zombies, they're certainly inhuman enough for you to be scared. (Some sort of sickness perhaps?)

Meanwhile Donna's at the door and calling to you. You see now that she's not wearing her own clothes, but rather a robe of some sort. Certainly not hers.

"Suzy, please! Get inside NOW!" she shouts as more of those things come running in your direction.
"Goddamn it, the pair of you need to get inside!" Jimmy shouts as he snaps off another shot.

While the freaks are definitely advancing, they're also splitting up to attack several trailers. You wonder if you shouldn't just get Donna and make your way out of here since it looks like this place is going to be overrun.

[User] You get in the trailer

[Assistant]
As tempting as it is to just run, once again, you don't really have anywhere viable to run to and now you'd have a horde of those things possibly dogging your steps if you did, so you're going to just be satisfied with short term safety and keep optimistic that things aren't as hopeless as they seem.

You run up the stairs and into the trailer. Donna slams and locks the door, and then you both shove a couch in front of it. You look up at the ceiling of the trailer and see the sun roof open which naturally explains how Jimmy Ray got up there. You can hear him firing and swearing.

"Okay, I think we should be safe now." Donna remarks.
"I wouldn't count on that. I mean yeah, they'd have a hell of time breaking through the door, and granted the windows are high enough that they might have trouble breaking and climbing into them, but I still don't feel safe cooped up in here." You say and start looking around for more furniture and start moving a table under the sunroof.

"Suzy, what're you doing?"
"I'm going to go help your boyfriend if I can. You got a weapon down here?"
"There's Jimmy's bat and some knives in the kitchen, but he really doesn't need your help. You should stay down here, I mean what if they try to break in like you said?"
"Well I'll be able to shoot them from above a lot better from the roof. Climb up if things start getting grim." You say and start climb through the roof.

When you reach the roof, Jimmy notices you as he's in the middle of reloading his weapon.

"What the fuck are you doin' up here, get back in the trailer with your sister!" he says.
"I'm here to help." You say scanning the area.
"I don't need any help, now…"

You interrupt Jimmy, when you look over the other side of the trailer, see one particularly sneaky freak skulking near it and shoot him.

"You aren't even paying attention to the other side of the trailer. You need to be aware of your surroundings!" you say.
"Aw, he couldn't have gotten up here, and I would've heard him had he tried." Jimmy remarks. "Fine, stay up here, but don't get in my way!" he then adds realizing that you aren't going anywhere.

From on top of the trailer, you can see a good deal more of the park in general. You and Jimmy actually aren't the only ones standing on a trailer, you see several women with guns doing their best at fighting off this horde. You even see Tina when you look back towards her trailer.

The situation isn't quite as grim as it once appeared as you see a group of hillbillies from the east side of the park making their way back and soon start helping out with mopping up the freaks that have infested it.

Jimmy and yourself mostly keep to picking off the ones that come too close to his trailer. He actually compliments you or your shooting at one point. To be honest, it's sort of weird to you how much of a natural you are at it.

After few more bloody minutes, it's mostly over and the…well you still don't know WHAT they are exactly, but they're no longer the threat they were.

"Whew, I think we got the last of those sons of bitches." Jimmy says.
"Yeah, well I'm not in any hurry to check. I'm out of bullets anyway, so I'm just going to go back into the trailer with my sister."
"Okay, I'm gonna keep an eye out from here. Um… I wasn't sure about you at first, but thanks for yer help."

Suddenly Donna's head pops up from the opening in the roof.

"What's going on up here? The shooting has mostly stopped, is it over?" Donna asks.
"It's over in the sense that I'm guessing we aren't in any danger of being overrun. Was everything okay down there? We were trying to keep them from clawing at the trailer too much." You say.
"Yeah, a few got as close as the door and then one of you guys shot them." Donna says.
"Shit, let's get back down in the trailer." Jimmy suddenly says walking over to where you and Donna are.
"Did you just see more of those things?"
"No, I see…

"There you are, ya slackin' piece of shit! Where the fuck were you when we needed help over on the east side of the park. Nearly got my ass eaten and not in a good way!" Mel shouts from the ground as he walks with a couple of other men behind him.

"Aw Mel, I didn't even know about it until it was too late, I was uh…"
"You were thinkin' with yer dick as usual. Is that…is that blondie there I see? Holy shit, didn't think you were fool enough to fall fer this idiot's charms." Mel says.
"I didn't…I was looking for my sister and I helped her and Jimmy out here."
"Is that right?" Mel asks.
"Yeah, it's true! I was with her sister…and um, by the time I knew what was goin' on I couldn't leave this trailer because it was surrounded by those things! I was pickin' them off with the shotgun and then Suzy came here and helped out. Good thing too. There were a shitload of them, as you can tell by the bodies!" Jimmy says and begins pointing at them.

Mel stares at the bodies that Jimmy's pointing to and doesn't seem impressed.

"Jimmy, yer so full of shit right now, yer eyes are brown. By the number of bodies here and their various distances from the trailer, it wasn't THAT surrounded. Whatever, doesn't matter, come on down, you're comin' with us."
"Where are we goin?" Jimmy asks.
"We're gonna go try to fetch some medical supplies from town. We got some people hurt pretty fuckin' bad an' other than a few half used basic medical kits that a few people scrounged up, all else we got is a shitload of alcohol. You'd think those military trucks woulda had some medical shit in them, but no. I suppose SOME people here got some meth, crack and a few other unconventional drugs, but last thing we need is more goddamn junkies runnin' around here." Mel says glaring at Dan.
"Town? Um…don't ya think it'll be pretty fucked up there?" Jimmy asks.
"Of course it's gonna be fucked up there, but it needs to get done. Or we at least need to try. So come on Jimmy, get yer ass down here, what about you blondie?" Mel asks.
"What about me what?" you ask.
"You gonna come with us? Obviously you're good enough with a weapon to take care of yourself an' we're a little short on that at the moment."

As Jimmy kisses Donna on the cheek and tells her something about coming back to her, you briefly consider Mel's offer. While you've certainly "grown" past being the wallflower you tended to be, you know you're not some action heroine badass.

"While I appreciate the offer Mel, I think I'd be better off staying here, I'm still not as skilled as you guys are when it comes to shooting. I wouldn't want to be a liability." You say.
"Hm, I guess that's an honest assessment of yourself. Alright then, keep an eye out on things here. As for the rest of ya, come on let's round up a few more folks and then let's see just how fucked the town is." Mel says and he and the rest walk off leaving you and Donna who duck back inside Jimmy's trailer.

"I'm really glad you didn't go with them. I mean that's gotta be a suicide mission." Donna says.
"Well it will certainly be dangerous that's for sure." You say.
"So you still think it's a good idea to stay here?" Donna asks.
"Still want to leave huh?" you say.
"Don't you? I mean we just went through TWO major attacks at this place now! Who knows what the hell is gonna hit us next! More of those freaks probably, but I'm thinking that we got a better chance if we do leave this time."
"How's that?" you ask.
"Well Jimmy Ray's got a truck that he parked between his trailer and the next one as a poor man's barrier of sorts and he didn't take his keys with him. In fact they're over on the table over there. That suggests to me that we can easily take his while he's gone. In fact, Mel and most of those redneck assholes will all be gone and the others are nursing their wounds, so now would be the perfect time to get the hell out of here."
"I used up all my ammo fighting off those cannibal things. What about weapons?"
"I guess we'll have to get by on close combat ones for awhile, but Jimmy's probably got another gun in his bedroom somewhere. Look, I'll search this place and you go grab your bags from our trailer. I still got a bag packed near my bed from yesterday, so you can grab that one too."

You chuckle a bit at Donna's suggestion of completely robbing Jimmy Ray blind and take her plan into consideration.

[User] You leave the park

[Assistant]
Given that you've been attacked by military, as well as a bunch of cannibal freaks… well sticking around here is looking a lot less desirable now and Donna's idea is looking a lot more enticing.

Plus if you were planning on ripping off this place and running off, this would be the best time to do it while everyone is a bit disarray and Mel and the better defenders of this place are gone.

"Okay Donna I'm with you on this, but we really gotta do this shit quick." You say.
"Well of course. Like I said, you run over to our trailer and grab my bag and your own and rush back over. By the time you're done, I should have found Jimmy's keys and whatever else he's got here that looks interesting." Donna replies.

You and Donna nod at the agreement of this plan then you slip out of the trailer and try to keep a low profile. It really isn't difficult since the few people walking around don't even know you and seem to be busy cleaning up the dead freaks lying on the ground. You do spot Tina, however and deliberately avoid her since if anyone is going to attempt to hold you up for any reason, it would likely be her.

When you get to your trailer, you pack what items and clothing you can in your bags, zip 'em up and then sling one over your shoulder then with your free hand you go into the bedroom and grab Tina's bag.

You leave your trailer and try to make it over to Jimmy's as quick as you can.

You get half way there and then you hear a familiar voice…

"Hey blondie! Knew you survived, where the hell ya been, there's fuckin' work to do. Need all the help we can moving these fuckin' bodies." Tina shouts.

You silently say "shit" to yourself and slowly turn around thinking up a lie that won't attract too much suspicion, while at the same time is going to allow you avoid whatever work Tina had in mind for you.

"Oh hey Tina. I've been…um just trying to recover from that recent attack just like everyone else. It was all sort of discombobulating you know?" you say.
"Discom…what the fuck? Whatever, you don't look hurt, so yer ass is needed to help move some bodies…and what's with all the bags?" Tina asks.
"Well, my sister Donna…"
"Yeah where the fuck is Donna? She ain't bit is she? Cause they put all those fuckers in a separate trailer. Even though I think they should just shoot the infected bastards. We all know how those movies go!" Tina interrupts.
"Uh, no. She's fine. Well not fine…"
"Speak fucking plain blondie!"
"My sister isn't hurt physically, but she hasn't handled the recent attack very well…she's a wreck actually. Hysterical one moment, silent shock the next. Took me awhile to calm her down. She says she'd feel safer staying with Jimmy Ray, so that's why I got all these bags with her stuff. I'm taking them over there."
"Donna broke down? Always thought she was miss cool, calm and collected and got over shit fairly quickly…hmmm, guess a few days sober in the face of brutal reality might break someone normally living in a drug, alcohol and sex fueled fantasy realm. I don't remember her having all that shit. In fact aren't some of those your bags?"
"Yeah, she never brought that many clothes and I figured she could borrow some of my stuff. Figured I'd let her choose while I continued to talk with her. I mean I can still help with body moving thing, but I just really need to go help my sister first."
"(Sigh) Fine. No point in having a hysterical bitch making life miserable with bouts of screaming. Do what you need to do, but as soon as yer done, you help out with moving these bodies."
"Got it. I'll really try to be quick." You say.

After parting company with Tina, you continue to head over to Jimmy's as quick as you can where Donna is sitting on a chair waiting for you.

"Would've been quicker, but I had to talk my way out of moving dead bodies with Tina." You say.
"It's fine, here." Donna says and takes her bag while thrusting a pistol into your hand. "It's the only one I could find. You might as well take it, since you're obviously more experienced with shooting than I am by now."
"Well thanks I guess. You got the keys too I trust?"
"Yep, truck's right next to this trailer. Though getting out isn't going to be as quick as I'd like due to the way its parked, but we'll just deal with that as it comes. You ready?"
"Let's do it."

You and Donna run out of the trailer and turn the corner where Jimmy's truck is parked. Donna was right about how it's parked. Somehow he managed to wedge it between his trailer and the neighboring one pretty good. Donna's going to have to do a lot of reversing and forward driving to get it out, but you're wondering if you're going to have time for all that.

Throwing the bags in the back of the pick up, Donna gets into the driver's seat and quickly unlocks the passenger sider before starting up the truck. DOesn't take long before Donna's bashing the hell out of the front end AND the back end of the truck against the trailers, attempting to get it out of it's parking space.

It also doesn't take long before several people hear this noise.

"HEY! THOSE TWO BITCHES ARE TRYING TO STEAL ONE OF OUR TRUCKS!" a voice shouts.

Several of the trailer park residents attempt to rush at the truck at first, but after you fire a few shots at them, they retreat and re-think that plan.

"Donna come on! We ain't got much time before they go and get their guns and start firing back!" you shout.
"I know! I know! Fuck! Shit! This truck is really wedged in!" Donna shouts.

The scraping of metal and the continued destruction of the truck's front end is in full force as Donna decides to just give the truck a hard turn in an attempt to escape. It works and you're soon free, now you just have to drive out of the vicinity of the trailer park altogether because now bullets are damaging the truck.

"Shit!"
"Just get to the road Donna and drive west!" you shout.
"It should be just a little, oh fuck!" Donna shouts as suddenly hits one of the rednecks with the truck. In fact she ran right over her.
"Go! Go! Just fucking go!" you shout ducking your head down as another bullet breaks the back window.

Soon, Donna manages to get back on the road though there are a few more shots fired in your direction.

"Goddamnit, I think they hit the tires! This thing's getting hard to control!" Donna shouts.
"Well we're going to have to ride the rims, because we're not out of danger yet." You reply.
"Got that right bitch!" a voice suddenly says and then a large arm with a hook comes through the broken back window.

You're startled enough by this unexpected event that you fumble with your pistol and drop it on the floor. As you scramble for the pistol, Donna screams and attempts to simultaneously keep control of the vehicle as well as not get impaled with a large metal object.

When you finally get the pistol, an elbow goes into your face and a hand tries to grab your weapon. Donna slams on the breaks, which causes this unwanted hitchhiker to lose her grip on you and fall backwards a bit though she manages to hang on by embedding her hook into the front seat of the truck. Still, it's just enough time for you to gain the advantage.

You swing around to turn to your attacker and see an angry looking woman with a buzz cut before you shoot her. At this range you don't miss and half of her face is blown off before she releases her grip from the hook and her body falls backwards towards the tail end of the truck bed.

"She's dead, get us the hell outta here before the rest catch up!" you shout seeing a few people coming from the trailer park.
"Holy shit, who the hell was that and how the hell did she sneak into the truck bed?!" Donna says flooring the gas.
"Dunno, doesn't matter, like I said, get us the hell outta here!"

Donna's a little shaken up from all this, but keeps her cool and by the time you put a lot of distance between you and the trailer park she's a lot calmer. Still, you're concerned that someone is going to give chase in another vehicle.

"Fuck, that was intense." Donna exclaims.
"Yeah, well I knew it wasn't going to be easy when you suggested it."
"Still, we did it though. When me and you work as a team we seem to overcome all odds." Donna says in a slightly upbeat tone.
"Well so far things have worked in our favor. Sort of worried about how far we're actually going to get in this truck though. We've got at least one damaged back tire and who knows if they're going to pursue us in their own vehicles." You say.

At this point you continue to look behind you to see if anyone is following, but happily you don't see anyone. You and Donna don't say much for the next few miles. Maybe it's because neither of you really knows what's going to come next. You're in a rural area with a truck that may or may not be drivable for very long. Neither of you has any money or anything really to barter with if you needed to fix it in someway. Well there is ONE thing you both have, but you're not exactly willing to do that. (Though you imagine it wouldn't be a problem for your sister)

If anything, your mindset has gotten a bit on the darker side of things due to the past few days. If the world is indeed going the way of chaos, you're starting to think why not embrace it? You have a gun, and so far you've come to the conclusion that they've been solving a lot of problems for you.

As you dwell on these thoughts, your sister suddenly speaks.

"Hey Suzy, there's a group of tents up ahead. Looks almost like a circus or something. I thought I heard someone mention at the trailer park about one up this way. Should we stop and see if we can get help there?" Donna asks.
"Hmm, nah. We should keep going. We still need to put more distance between us and that damn trailer park. Besides, I doubt if a bunch of carnies is going to be much better than a bunch of rednecks." You answer.

Donna nods and continues to drive. Leaving you to your thoughts, which are now starting to envision improving your situation by robbing some idiot of their belongings.

You turn the radio on in an attempt to find something to keep your mind occupied, but its mostly Ground Zero commercials. You get a few doomsday religious preachers too, which is even worse. You turn off the radio in dismay and return to your introspection until Donna speaks up again.

"Hey Suzy?" Donna asks.
"Yeah?" you reply.
"Do you think the world is going to end?"
"I dunno. Maybe. Though as far as I'm concerned, it already ended for me when I had to leave my basement."
"Yeah…I suppose it would. Hey, if you want we could turn around and go home. You could take back your basement and shoot Kelly in the face."

You chuckle a bit at that suggestion.

"That's definitely a tempting idea. I think we're better off driving into the unknown though. Like you said, when we work as a team, it somehow works out for us." You say which Donna returns your sentiment with a smile.

Eventually the day starts turning to night and you start to get tired. The stress of the day has finally caught up with you. Surprisingly Donna's still alert. So far the truck hasn't given any problems though you know you're riding on a flat (or at least low) back tire by this point.

You honestly don't know what you're going to do next, but for now you're going to try to get some rest as you drift off to sleep…

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
FRIDAY

"Suzy…hey Suzy…get up." Donna remarks.
"Huh? What's going on? What time is it?" you answer half asleep.
"I dunno, I think it's getting up for the afternoon. Really I'm sort of surprised you didn't at least stir a little since you fell asleep last night. You really are a deep sleeper."
"Guess yesterday's cannibal killing and grand theft auto really took it out of me. Hey we're not moving." You say looking around and seeing that you're parked off the side of the road.
"No, I pulled over to sleep sometime after midnight."
"What? That was dangerous! You should've woke me up then! I could've kept a look out or even taken over with the driving! I mean we could've been attacked by who knows what during the night!" you exclaim.
"We were fine. While I've seen a few abandoned vehicles, I haven't seen a single person driving on this road since we started yesterday. Nobody behind us, and nobody coming from the other direction either."
"I don't care if we were driving in a fucking desolate wasteland, we've got cannibals running around, a break down of society and there's still the potential of angry rednecks coming after us! Next time THINK!"
"Okay…okay…sorry Suzy." Donna says rather meekly.

You give Donna a dirty look, but tell her to forget it. Actually you're sort of surprised she didn't put up more of a fight since it's not like her to back down from an argument, but maybe she's becoming a little afraid of you.

"Well, seeing as things are deader than a tomb around here, we might as well take this opportunity to dump our passenger in the back." You say.
"Oh, yeah." Donna replies.

As you step out of the truck, you look at her to do likewise to help.

"Oh. Wait, you wanted me to help?"
"That was the idea."
"(Sigh) Alright."

You and Donna go to the back of the truck and open up the tailgate. The redneck woman's head that was propped up on it slumps in front of you. Flies have already begun gathering on her face.

"Ugh. She's already beginning to rot." Donna says and chokes a bit.
"She was pretty tall that's for sure. It is sort of amazing she managed to jump in the truck bed without us realizing it. Maybe it was when you ran over that other girl." You remark.
"She fucking attacked us with a hook too. That's like something out of a horror movie."
"Everything about what's happened to us this week is like something out of a horror movie. I saw Tina with one of those hooks yesterday, I think they were moving bodies with them. Y'know, I never officially met her…but I think this was the infamous Butchie Billie I'd hear about every so often. Anyway, let's pull her dead ass out."

Grabbing one arm and Donna grabbing the other, you pull what you believe to be the corpse of Butchie Billie out of the truck. Donna doesn't have that great of a hold on her and drops her end causing you to nearly fall to the ground too.

"Goddamnit Donna, you can't…argh. Fuck it. I'll do it myself!" you say in exasperation.

You proceed to kick and roll the body further away from the road and into the brush.

"Good enough." You say breathing a little heavy. "Whew, open up one of my bags, I'm fairly certain I packed a few bottles of water in there."

Donna gets in the bed of the truck and starts unzipping bags. Eventually she finds the water and passes you one and takes one for herself.

As you drink, you notice both of your back tires are completely flat. You knew one of them was, but you guess the other one gave up during the night.

"Our tires are fucked. I mean we could still drive on them, but it wouldn't be a pleasant ride." You say.
"Doesn't matter really, judging by the gauge last night we're almost out of gas too. Jimmy apparently didn't keep this truck gassed up in case of an emergency." Donna says.
"Great."
"I mean I suppose we could just keep driving until we can't anymore or we possibly find an auto shop."
"Auto shop? Out in the sticks?"
"Well I dunno, don't they usually have those last chance gas mechanic things along roadsides like this? Besides I think we're starting to get past the farmland and should be hitting more populated areas soon. Security City is this way after all." Donna says.
"Given what happened to our town, that might not be a good thing. We still don't know what the fuck is going on. All we do know is the government declared martial law and there are rabid people running around." You say.
"Well I wasn't suggesting we go to Security City, I was just saying we should be hitting more populated areas due it being close by. Look, obviously I don't have a good idea of what to do next, so if you got a long term plan, then by all means let's follow it."

Before you can reply, you hear the sound of vehicle. You peek your head out from behind the truck and see a car heading in your direction. It's going at a good pace, but MAYBE you can stop it.

"Donna, a car's coming. Quick, tear your clothing and go out in the road and look like a slutty damsel in distress!" you say.
"What?!"
"Just fucking do it!" you say and check to see how many bullets you have.

Donna, gets the picture quickly, though you can tell she's not entirely happy with this arrangement.

You hide behind the truck's side away from the road, while Donna gets in the middle of the road and waves her arms. You can't believe you're actually enacting a plan you thought up in your head just yesterday.

You just hope whoever the driver is; they actually stop and don't try to do something like say run over Donna instead.

The car approaches and actually starts to slow down and then eventually stops, but it does so at a distance. Someone then steps out of the passenger side armed with a sub-machine gun.

"Alright honey, if you want to live, I suggest you don't move." He says.
"Don't shoot! I'm completely unarmed! This isn't some sort of trick! Please, I just need help, my truck has flat tires and I don't have any way now to get to Security City!" Donna exclaims.
"Security City? Hah! You don't wanna go there trust me. The whole place is fucked! If the military doesn't round you up and kill ya, the cannibal freaks running all over the place will." The man shouts.

Well you know that place is definitely off the list now.

"Oh no! I don't know where to go then! I'm just so lost by myself! Where are you guys going? Can I come with you?" Donna asks.
"Come with us? Look, I dunno if that's a good idea. We're pretty full up with shit and there isn't much room in this car…"
"That's okay, I won't take up much room. I mean I'll sit on your lap if I have to."
"Sit on my…"
"Look I'll do anything you and your friend want! I'll suck your cocks and fuck you if I have to! Just I can't be alone! Not after those things tried to kill and eat me yesterday!" Donna screams and starts to rub her eyes and sniffling.

At this point the man with the sub-machine gun pauses.

"Hold on." He says and then converses with his driver buddy for a moment. You continue to wait patiently hoping they take this bait.

"Alright honey, you can come with us, but that payment you just offered? Well we'll be taking it now, so I hope you're ready to back up your promises." The passenger shouts and then gets back in the car, which slowly drives up closer to meet Donna.

When they drive up near the other side of the truck, you wonder if you should wait a little longer to make sure they're completely vulnerable or sneak around the truck and open fire now.

[User] You open fire now

[Assistant]
You sneak around towards the front end of the truck and then see Mr. passenger get out of the car.

"Okay baby, where are we doing this? The back seat of the car is pretty full as you can see. We can do it in your truck if you want. Front seat or the bed of it. Doesn't matter to me." He says and then you come out from your hiding spot to blast him in the head.

"OH SHIT MITCH GET BACK IN THE FUCKING CAR!" the driver shouts. He must've seen you in his rear view mirror and it's distracting enough that you miss your shot allowing Mitch to duck and scramble for the cover of the car.

At this point Donna screams and runs off and you start firing into the car. You aren't sure if you hit the driver or not, but the car starts going in reverse. Not at an excessively fast speed, but you barely get out the way.

Falling back on your ass you watch as the car continues rolling past you with the driver slumped over the wheel.

Unfortunately you aren't able to celebrate this good fortune because while you were falling and trying to get out a rolling car's way, Mitch ran around the front of the rolling car and around your truck to get the drop on you.

You recover just in time to see a sub-machine gun pointed at you and then the muzzle flash of multiple bullets ripping your skull apart.


[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 place all the blame on Kane

[Assistant]
You already made one mistake by place one man's welfare above the good of the team. You can't afford to do it this time when all your lives may very be at stake.

Edgar is of course happy you came to this conclusion, the rest of your team isn't as happy. A couple even argue with you a bit, though it isn't over so much that you're not standing up for him, so much as you aren't consistent. Kane on the other hand seems oddly okay with your decision. He says if it's for the good of the team then so be it. It's almost as if he doesn't care.

The next day all of you are marched into the cafeteria, which is serving as a makeshift court room. Many of the other soldiers are calling for your blood, but some of them are just sitting quietly. Captain Pollo asks both sides what exactly happened, and despite the other side making themselves look more sympathetic than they are, you do nothing to protect Kane in any way. You say that it was all his fault and you had no control over his actions. Kane accepts full responsibility and doesn't even try to defend himself.

While this keeps you and the rest of your team from facing the gallows, it doesn't keep you out of complete trouble. Since you were the leader of the team, you are stripped of your rank and busted back down to private. Captain Pollo says that all of you are to be transferred as well since he doesn't want something like this happening again. Kane is scheduled to hang in the morning.

When court is dismissed all of you return to your room. Edgar goes on about how lucky you all were, but nobody is in the mood to hear it. Eventually he says he'll be glad to get transferred from everyone anyway since you're all holding him back, he then leaves to report to his cleaning duties.

The next morning when Kane is executed none of you attend to watch it, indeed you're all wonder where you're going to be transferred, which is supposed to be in a couple days.

As it turns out you didn't need to wonder at all. Mr. Mol finds out about what happened and isn't pleased about how it was handled. He allows the transfer of most of your team, since he believed you all would be better off separate to begin with, but you're left at Fort Glory since he also believes that you utterly failed to show any leadership qualities. As such you're not fit to be located anywhere important.

Captain Pollo, who never liked you to begin with is even more perturbed that he couldn't get rid of all of you (At least not the one he found attractive) keeps you on clean up detail and other menial jobs. You're a private now, so it's not even like you can use your rank as an excuse of how your skills are being wasted.

The only thing that keeps you going is the delusion that maybe your service is still benefiting the Empire in some small way, even if you aren't actively fighting for it. At least it does for a while.

Year 17

"But captain, you've got kobolds running all over the countryside, there are those desert nomads destroying entire towns in the southern part of Nalin, you're starting to get bandit reports…at least let me go on patrol!" you say to Pollo.
"Everything is under control private, the last thing I need is your help! And why aren't you attending your duties?"
"Captain, if I may say, we do need every man we can get out there. Most of the ones we got are reluctant to even leave the fort at this point. Surely you must see that someone who wants to fight is a benefit, not a hindrance." Lieutenant Anu interjects.
"And when I want your opinion lieutenant I'll ask for it! I gave you a chance to fight before and you didn't take it, when you had the chance."
"Oh fer…captain I'd think you'd want anyone going out there to fight if only so you won't have to do it."
"What are you implying lieutenant?"
"I'm implying you're a fucking incompetent asshole who worries more about procuring young boys from nearby towns rather than the safety of this province! And I for one can't stand by and watch it any longer! As of right now I'm invoking the right to take command; you have proven a complete fuck up since I've been stationed here. Private, I'm giving you permission to get on a horse and out to the town of Yalef. They're in the middle of a siege from the usksha there. Hopefully you can get there and do something."

Captain Pollo protests and he argues back and forth with his second in command, but when the guards enter the room, they are obviously on Anu's side. Not wishing to get involved in this anymore than you are, you take the opportunity to follow Anu's orders.

Part of you is very excited about this, at last you feel like a weight has been lifted off your chest and you're finally free to serve the Empire in a more substantial way.

Your journey to Yalef isn't an uneventful one. You're actually attacked several times by kobolds. One of these ambushes succeeds in killing your horse. You dispatch the kobolds, but even with all your training you find that not being in any sort of combat for a year has made you slightly rusty.

You carry on to the town of Yalef, fighting and resting when you must. By the time you get within sight of the town, half of it is in ruins and multiple horsemen surround the place. These must be the usksha or the desert horsemen you've heard about. Some of them see you and immediately attack.

You do well against them all things considered that you're outnumbered, fighting alone, tired and slightly wounded with your many skirmishes with the kobolds. The problems come when the usksha change up tactics and begin firing arrows at you instead. You're caught by a couple of the arrows before you can get cover.

As you hide behind a rock, trying to figure out how you're going to actually get to the town, you feel a sharp pain in your body. This is followed by several more and you slump into the rock, struggling to breathe. You notices several more arrows in you, but these are smaller and you from you've seen all the usksha were in front of your near the town.

Then sounds of inhuman high pitched giggling fill your ears. It's another kobold ambush! The little fuckers must've been hiding in the mud and dirt nearby waiting for their own time to strike.

You see several approach you, while others go off to engage the usksha, but you know your role in this is over. Your eyes close and are just glad your last moments were fighting for the Empire.


[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 check warehouse

[Assistant] Uncertain you'd find anything of need at the mechanics you head towards the warehouse. You're not certain what kind of warehouse it is though.

[User] You open door

[Assistant] You go straight for the front door and its locked. The windows are too high to break in to.

[User] You check the back of the warehouse

[Assistant] It takes you a minute to walk along to backside of the building. There you find several loading docks for semi trucks. You see on of the loading gate open just enough for to squeeze through.

[User] You access the loading gate

[Assistant] You check the loading gate before going under it. It seems pretty stuck.

[User] You squeeze through the gate

[Assistant] You sit on the ground and put your legs through the open. You laying down fully you pull your body through the opening.

[User] You look around

[Assistant] The warehouse looks slightly undisturbed. There are some boxes that have tipped over and scattered pallets in messy piles.

[User] You check some boxes

[Assistant] You grab the top of a box and pull it down. The box shifts forward and a bunch of doll heads spill. This startles you and causes you to gasp loudly.

[User] You examine the rest of the warehouse

[Assistant] You begin walking down the aisles and assume this a warehouse for toys or just parts of dolls. Then you distantly hear a playful voice say, "This way...come this way". They don't sound harmful.

[User] You go in the direction you heard the voice come from

[Assistant] "Hey, over here..." you hear the playful voice say from a short distance away.

[User] You walk towards the voice

[Assistant] You head in the direction you heard the voice come from. After passing a few aisles of stacked boxes you see an old man stand holding a doll. He beings to cackle.


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

[User] You use the WTs to lure a Zealot and interrogate him.

[Assistant]
You spend the next couple of nights training with your mentor. Practically having a dead body is odd, and it took you a while to get the hang of using it, but with the tutoring you've become very adept at recognizing what abilities it grants you, it's limitations, and how to channel your inner strength. Kelso has noted to you that he thinks you're ready, and you agree. Mostly. It's nerve-wrecking; at least, it should be, even though you're just excited to spread your wings (metaphorically, of course.) Overall, you feel that you're ready for this.

About time too, you want to see more of the outside world, the part that isn't just dust and desert. Finding the rest of the Creations will help with that, hopefully. Your plan isn't overly elaborate, but you're certain it'll work. You pick up the walkie-talkie, and you wonder why on the other-side, why the Church hasn't tried to reach their operative. Maybe they knew he was dead, or perhaps the Zealots would routinely go on missions that took days. Who knows?

No matter now, You realize, they'll pick up at the signal. Somebody will.

It's night once again, the Moon is luminous and round. Kelso, is clad in your hoodie, his aged but intimidating features showing out from under it. It didn't seem like his ideal clothes (you could see him rocking a cloak) but when at night a hoodie is probably more practical. You're still garbed in the bulky, but inspiring armor of the Zealot, just with the lights on the outside turned off. You look to your Mentor, who's sitting beside you in the half-buried house. He nods.

Excitedly, you fidget for the WT, and grasp it firmly. You clear your throat to speak, but Kelso briefs you.

"Remember, just put the channel on. Listen in and wait for a while, and if nothing turns up then try speaking. But only then."

"Does it matter?"

"It might."

You cough again, then breathe in. Out. In.

Click

Out. Nothing but static, for now. Minutes go by. You stand at the ready. But all is static. Ten minutes turns to half an hour, though your body doesn't stop tensing. Something is coming.


[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.


[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 push forward and take down the Thrall

[Assistant]
You charge forward, rushing past a bleeding Father Féval and raising your shotgun into the air as you run low and fast, fingers ready on the trigger. You emerge from behind your choice of cover, rushing forward as you raise your shotgun, firing through the thrall's chest. He screams, his clothes lighting into flames as he screams, catapulted into the wall. He lets lose with his rifle, either as his twitching body pulls the trigger or in one last burst of dying energy, and bullets slam into your chest.

You feel the air knocked out of your lungs as you bounce against the wall and collapse to your knees. For a moment, you just feel a cold swelling through you as you're left unable to breathe, before the pain begins to burn its way through your chest.

Gasping for breath that won't fill your lungs as you find them filling with warm, wet, blood instead, and you're left drowning in it. You manage to pull a few strangled breaths from the air, as you stay on your knee, knowing that if you collapse you'll end up letting the darkness taken.

Then, somewhere in your struggle, you hear loud footsteps to your right. Turning your head, you find yourself staring up at a tall, deathly pale figure. It's skin seems almost entirely hairless except for the thick black hair that hangs down from its head. Its eyes, however... its blood red eyes betray an inhumanity that you'll never be able to comprehend.

"Hello," the Vampire smiles, revealing a fanged mouth stretching from ear to ear. "And of course, goodbye."

"Fucking... blood thirsty... prick," you say, struggling to keep from collapsing to the ground.

The Vampire slowly walks forward, it's grin stretching further and further until it seems like it should be tearing its face in two. You know he could strike far faster, but the vampire seems to be savoring his kill.

You go to your revolver, hidden at your side, grabbing the ivory handle as you attempt to draw your gun. You fumble to pull it from the safety of its holster, before the Vampire grabs his wrist, bending your arm behind your back as you scream. His jaw snaps forward, a fanged mouth tearing into your neck. You let out a scream, teeth bursting through flesh and slicing into veins. Your body weakens in the creature's grasp as it begins to drain you of your blood, and the world rapidly goes dark as blood loss takes you.


[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 villain Smillain, you're saving the day.

[Assistant]
"I don't give a damn if she is a woman, I'm kicking her ass."

Jon sighs. "Fine, but you owe me a red-headed whore."

"Dude, Jon, man, you need therapy."

"No, I need a fire-crotch to melt the icy walls of my soul."

Organa Mel Fy claps her hands together. "What a wonderful idea. Ice and fire! And in song form." She claps her hands once more, and a snowstorm blizzards into existence. Ice, fire, and steam clash together while small mutant dwarf elves dance and sing in circles.

A song and storm of ice and fire, while we strum on our lyre.

Hit the bong and throw 'em in the fryer, while we drum by the funeral pyre.

Dum dee dee dum dum dum dum ho, dum dee dee dum dum dum dum wo,

Magic in the morning.

Watch them suffer hear them scream, while we make love by the bubbling stream.

Botch the murder we die as a team, while we fuck in a collective dream.

Dum dee dee dum dum dum dum ho, dum dee dee dum dum dum dum wo,

Magic in the morning.

Drink blood red wine at a wedding on the river, hope we get to dine on someone's liver.

The bread is fine honey don't you shiver, hope we bet on the cruelest sinner.

Dum dee dee dum dum dum dum ho, dum dee dee dum dum dum dum wo,

Magic in the morning.

If you suckle too long on Organa's teat, we hope you find an extra treat.

We may chuckle 'cause she's packing heat, pray we don't die for this beat.

Dum dee dee dum dum dum dum ho, dum dee dee dum dum dum dum wo,

Magic in the morning.

You blink and rub your eyes. "Jon, I think I'm tripping. I inhaled a lot of smoke; there must be some wicked shrooms growing in the forest."

"Either that or the narrator isn't even trying anymore."

A flaming chunk of ice crashes into the back of Jon's skull. The poor bastard never saw it coming. He topples to the ground like a turd. You feel your emotions building up, too surreal to touch. They boil over and burst. You feel yourself nut, but it doesn't matter it's time to get rough.

"Bam! Pow!" you shout.

Organa Mel Fy cocks her head and gawks at you. "Uhm, excuse me?"

"Those are the sound effects about to go off upside your head, bitch."

Bam. Pow.

Your headbutt kick to the jaw combo work perfectly. Organa Mel Fy hits the ground, and the magical maladies plaguing the forest vanish. Tears well in her eyes as you end her miserable existence by stomping on her face.

"Too bad so sad," you say. "By choosing villainy over heroism you brought this on yourself."

With one final stomp, the light in Organa Mel Fy's eyes go out, hopefully for good. You never know with these magic types. They come back like cockroaches or supposedly dead G.R.R.M characters. Just playing homie, we love you.

Jon picks himself off the ground and massages the back of his head. "Eh, I've had worse."

You nod. "Good to hear."

Well congratulations my noble crippled hero. You killed the evil Organa Mel Fy. Now go find Jon a fire-crotch like you owe him.


[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 jacquescrappe

[Assistant]
"Correct" the wolf admits, "but even the Craxil and the surrounding beastmen know that much.  It doesn't prove anything."

"Then ask me something else" you demand.

"Fine then, I shall!"

"What is the name of the wizard that came to Jacquescrappe?"


[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 get to the chase

[Assistant]
"You seem like a rather calm spirit, were you not in distress when you first found out that you were stuck like this in this house?" You ask, trying to be up front.

"Well at first maybe. But I'm able to move throughout my house as I please, and it's not like I left it all that much, to begin with." He says with firmly, without any sense of doubt.

"So then you don't feel any sadness or depression, just contentment?" You ask to make sure.

"Well if you would want to put it like that, then yes," Nick states with continued affirmation.

"Well, then this just makes the process a whole lot easier. We should be able to finish this process rather quickly."

"What would this process entail?" Nick asks.

"I would need you to agree to the terms of entering my body for an unspecified amount of time. Even I don't know how long you'll be with me, but trust me when I say that it won't be anything bad, in fact, it'll probably even be better than staying here. Wherever I go you'll be able to go, and you'll be able to have a little bit more intractability with the world." You explain to him, trying to make it sound as easy as possible.

Nick takes seems to take this in for a moment, before nodding his head.

"If that's the case then I really see no reason to object then, let's get this out of the way, the sooner I can get my sleep the better." Nick states.

Wow, this would be way faster and easier then it was with Owen, if the older aged spirits were this upfront with wanting to leave and with the questions you asked, then you should totally be helping a lot more of them out. Regardless of that, you extend out your arm for Nick to grab.

"Please grab my arm, Nick."

Nick does as you say as grasp arms.

Closing your eyes, you start to twist your palm around Nicks' arm as the familiar feeling you had first felt with Owen starts to happen once again. Although this time you don't feel as weak as you did, which is good, though your stomach still hurts quite a bit.

As the tingling feeling starts to subside, you see that Nick stands before you, seemingly a bit confused.

"I felt something happen I think, but did something happen?" He asks.

"Yeah it isn't really a big change honestly, you just aren't tied down to this house anymore, and instead have a boundary around me." You explain to him.

"Interesting."

You look over at Ruby to get confirmation over your success to which you see her already standing up.

"I knew this spirit wouldn't take that long to bind with, I've been on a roll with this is so far, anyway that should be enough spirits for you to bind with for now. Let's go home, I've had enough ghost hunting for one week." She yawns before starting to walk out of the bedroom.

You were really surprised and relieved that you didn't really need Owen's help for this spirit, but you also felt a little shamed seeing that Ruby probably had a big part in why the spirits you were encountering didn't really put up much of a resistance when it came to coming with you.

"Let's go home then, I wanted to finish my playthrough of fallout I just started on your computer."

Shaking your head, you leave the room and follow Ruby downstairs with Nick and Owen.
You were really hoping she meant what she said about there being no more spirits for you to take in, any more and it would most likely start to get really crowded in your room, besides all it took was for some ghost with a nasty attitude to really mess with things if you had to spend every minute assigned with them, that's why you were really glad that Ruby wasn't a spirit that was chained to you, that would be horrible.

Ruby was quick to drop you off, Owen and Nick were even a bit worried about how fast she was driving in some sections, but luckily you made it home safe and sound. After getting to your room, Owen immediately hopped onto your computer and started playing Fallout, while Nick grabbed something from your bookshelf and began reading. Hopefully, these guys wouldn't be bored anytime soon, as you had no idea for any other way you would entertain them.

A bit tired from everything that had happened, you decided to just sleep off the remainder of the day, hoping to sleep in well since it was the weekend.

---

Months had passed since you first took in Nick into your circle. Since then you had also taken in three more ghosts, a teenage girl who had committed suicide by the name of Ashley, a middle-aged gangster type man who had been killed in a gunfight named Baron, and lastly there was a younger tween-aged girl who was killed while jaywalking named Veronica.

With each new spirit, you continued to tell Ruby that you couldn't accept anymore since it was starting to get too crowded, though you had to word it carefully since all the spirits were in close proximity. Each time she would tell you that you would be ascending everyone soon, though each time you just got a new spirit to take in. While most of them weren't really a problem in dealing with, since if they got too rowdy you would make them stay in your head, it just became such a hassle whenever you needed privacy to yourself. Luckily Owen was really talkative so he drove the attention away from you as he was always the center of attention.

The quietest out of everyone would have to be Baron, he didn't really speak all that much when you first brought him in, and only really ever talked if spoken to. Ashley was probably the loudest as she kept on complaining about still being here and not in a final resting place, or at least she was at first, now she's quiet like Baron but still gives off a strong negative attitude whenever she speaks.

Owen and Veronica got along the best, probably since they were both around the same age save for a few years. Though still, they were very loud whenever they would get too excited, which led Ashley to start screaming a few times for them to shut up as she spent quiet time in the corner of your room.

You were really glad that you had actually gotten Nick into your circle since he was the only real functioning adult here who could set his foot down causing everyone else to listen and stop whatever it was they were doing whenever he said something of importance.

There was no way you could take anyone else in, the next spirit Ruby tries to throw at you you'll just put your foot down and say no. Half of the spirits assigned to you already want to leave and get ascended too, Ashley and Nick especially, although Nick seems to have gotten comfortable around everyone, to which he stopped asking Ruby about the ascension less and less as time went on. To be perfectly honest the only real problem was Ashley, she just kept pulling on your nerve strings whenever she opened her mouth. You actually just thought about keeping her in your mind so she wouldn't have to argue with anyone, but you felt as if that would just lead to more problems.

The other major thing that you had to keep track off was when you went to classes. Owen tried to show off to Veronica a few times by doing stupid shit in class like touching peoples shoulders or dropping pencils. Naturally, he knew you couldn't do anything about it so your anxiety just kept on increasing along with antics. It got to the point at which you would force him to stay in your mind for the remainder of school. Though to counter this he would constantly try to annoy you in your head so you couldn't pay attention to anything at all. You've told him off plenty of times, probably a bit harsher than one would be to a kid at such a young age, and sometimes he would get into long pouts about it.

As cool as Owen could be at times, he was really pushing you over his edge, just so he could get interest from Veronica, who gave mixed signals towards him which only made shit worse. You could swear that you were starting to get grey and white hairs from all this stress.

--

"I already told you, you're going to be ascending soon now stop bitching!" Ruby seethes as Ashley confronts her yet again after school.

"Bullshit it's already been months and we're still fucking here, I stopped believing you after we took Veronica in. Take us out of here NOW!"

Ashley seemed to be really going at it this time, you've never seen her talk out this long, usually, she starts to brood in a corner after yelling or complaining for only a few seconds.

"Is it my fucking problem that you decided to kill yourself? You should have thought about the shit that could happen before you made such a stupid ass decision."

Veronica and Owen cringed and flinched back a bit, while Nick turned his head. It really was about to go down.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Ashley charged towards Ruby with fury, though as you predicted she flew right past though her due to her emotions.

"Yeah nice try fuck face, now anyway before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to say that I'm going to get you all ascended by the end of this month, and I'm serious when I say this. Our quota is going to be due soon, and if things go right, I might have something special in store for us." Ruby finishes, looking directly at you when she said the last part.

"Don't do anything stupid or dumb until then while I get all the preparations in place, and after that, you all can get your eternal sleep or whatever the fuck it is you want and we can all be happy. Now I have to go, I have a club meeting that starts in an hour."


[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 listen

[Assistant]
You'll humor this asshole a little longer because despite him keeping calm, you can tell he's still scared by his heartbeat even from where you are. You're really not detecting any other signs of life either nearby. It's just Green Eye and the seven bitches.

"Treacherous is a funny word for you to use, considering YOU'RE the one crafting silver weapons and planning an attack." You say.
"Okay first of all, I was NEVER planning an attack. I'm not stupid enough to attack you on your own turf even during the day. And as for the weapons, well can you fucking blame me? I mean I got a vampire living right next fucking door. I wouldn't fancy my chances in a straight up fight, but I NEED to have something that's going to make me feel safer." Green Eye explains.
"Okay, so what about sending the dop to spy on me in the first place?"
"That was its idea! It kept swearing to me that it wouldn't get caught, damn fool I was to believe it. Look, I'll admit I fucked up on that end, but as I said, I got fucking scared and I'm not ashamed to admit it in front of all these bitches here. You want me to beg? I will. I'd even get on both knees, but that's a little difficult for me for obvious reasons. Though I'd still struggle with it if that's what it requires to save this community."
"That's pretty humble of you."
"Why do you think I'm out here by myself? I'm hoping that if you decide to just kill me anyway, you'll just be satisfied with that and not kill everyone else too. I know they ain't much and are even less than bandit scum in your eyes, but I'm fucking protective of them and I'd trade my life for my fuck up."

Sounds sincere and you really weren't expecting this reaction. You sort of wonder if the dop WAS setting you both up. You wouldn't put it past her.

You're still not sure, but if you are going to kill him you don't want to give him the slight chance of lifting that rifle up quick enough to shoot you.

"Green, drop your weapons, I'm coming over there to inspect your tribute."
"…okay! Whatever you say." Green Eye shouts, and drops his rifle, along with several smaller firearms and melee weapons (mostly daggers) on his person.

Seeing that he's dropped his weapons, you motion to your ghouls to follow you. You get closer and can sense how tense they're all becoming.

Though you misinterpret that as fear alone.

"Watch your head." Green Eye says as you're nearly right in front of his group of girls.

Who then all pull out flintlocks and catching you off guard at this close range they can't miss you even as nervous as most of them are.

Silver shot burns through your chest, head and a couple other places on your person. It doesn't exactly kill you, but you're dropped immediately.

Stinky and Fatty waste no time in attacking the ladies that have fired upon you, unfortunately they weren't really the threat anymore.

Green Eye ignores the ghouls tearing up the women and instead picks up his rifle and aims it right at your head as you attempt to get back up.

Part of your skull and brains go flying and you drop back to the ground. Still not dead, but with severe brain injury even as a vampire you're bewildered and paralyzed in your current condition.

You begin gibbering to yourself about something that happened a long time ago. It's actually when you were a child, but you don't even know what you're talking about, all your memories are a jumbled mess along with your thought process.

"I didn't steal the cookies!" you shout and then start laughing.

This exclamation is the last thing you ever say before another powerful blast takes nearly the rest of your head off. Your sight goes dark.

With practically just a lower half of your jaw still moving and the rest of your body just twitching, you neck is severed with an axe.


[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 they're on their own. You're getting out of here, while you still can.

[Assistant]
This is too much, even for you. Hell, for all you know, the archers down the bridge have already taken out Bertrand and you're just defending a corpse. The only way you're going to survive this is if you give into your fight or flight instincts; right now, your entire body is screaming flight. Taking in a deep breath and mumbling a quick prayer to whatever god will hear it, you jump off the bridge into the river below.

The water is freezing, you note, and pushing you at a breakneck speed. Occasionally you bump into a rock and feel as though you're about to lose consciousness, but the fear of drowning keeps you awake as you struggle to keep your head above the surface. By the time you wind up on land, it feels as though you've been at this for hours, when really it's only been a few minutes at most.

You crawl on hands and knees away from the river, heaving up water and bits of your breakfast on the gravel. Pushing forward, you note that you're in a forest of snow covered pine trees, despite it only just being fall. Then again, you've been heading towards a much colder climate, so this is to be expected. Shivering, you push yourself up on the ground and hook your sword onto your back. There has to be some sort of shelter around here.

Your walk through the forest lasts most of the day, and by nightfall you're sure you'll freeze to death out here. However, luck is on your side; you spot a faint glow not far from you, and push towards it. What you see is a cabin, light from a lantern pouring out of it... The problem, however, is the spikes planted into the ground with heads stuck through them. Whatever this is, it's bad news.

You consider your options: freeze to death out here, or take your chances fighting whoever is in there.

[User] You need warmth. You'll kill whoever is in there, and feel no guilt over it. Whoever's in there is a monster.

[Assistant]
You unhook your blade and stalk towards the cabin, ready to swing at the slightest twitch of movement. Pushing the door open, you step inside with sword at the ready. You find a single man there, clothes ragged and dirty with unkempt hair and beard. In his hands is a single human arm, a woman's by the looks of it. He turns to look at you, and gives you a blank stare.

Then, a blood-tinged smile.

You swing your sword, splitting his skull open like an overripe watermelon. Pulling the sword out of his corpse, you swing again. Then again. And again. And again. And again. You keep swinging until there's nothing left to hit. Even then you keep at it, busting up the bloodied floorboards and reducing the mush that's left of him to bloody stains. Finally, you drop your sword and collapse. The exhaustion overtakes you, and you fall into a sleep before you even realize it.

When you wake in the morning, you feel warmed up after the night in the cavern. You quickly dig through any containers you find. There's not much, but there is a spare set of the cannibal's clothes. It looks like it's just about your size, and made of animal hides. Good enough in this climate. You remove your soaked clothing slide into the outfit, making sure it fits.

With nothing left to do, you set out from the cabin and into the forest. There has to be a town somewhere.

THE END


[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 kill the bastard

[Assistant]
You sprint full tilt at the Norman rider.

Your shield feels heavy on your arm, so you toss it aside.

Seeing your approach, the Norman wheels his horse around to face you. He knees his horse into a canter, driving it straight for you.

At the last moment you drop down and slide along the mud of the hill, under the belly of the horse. Thrusting upward, you plunge your blade deep into the horse's gut, drenching yourself in thick blood.

The horse collapses, but you roll out from under it.

You leap to your feet quickly; the Norman rider is slower to rise. From under the horse carcass, you see the hilt of your longsword protruding.

[User] You go for your longsword

[Assistant]
The Norman struggles to rise, his leg is broken. He stabs at you feebly with his sword. You knock it aside and retrieve you own, pulling it from the horse's stomach with a sickening wrench.

Shoving the rider onto his back, you stand over him with your sword raised high.

"For Harold"

You breathe, and then plunge the blade into his chest, shattering the mail links and piercing his heart.

You stand there awhile, alone in the middle of a slaughter. Orvyn reaches you, and tugs urgently at your shoulder, he is yelling something, but you cannot understand him. The words sound far away; small.

You see a Norman on horseback charge towards you, he wields a cudgel.

You make no attempt to dodge. You just stand there, frozen. It is Orvyn who saves you, he ducks under the cudgel swing and drives his axe into the horseman's chest. The cudgel blow loses force and changes direction, clipping your helmet as opposed to killing you. Your vision fades and you feel the ground rush towards you, feel the mud leeching through your mailshirt.

Your vision blackens.