[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 hide and wait for them to pass

[Assistant]
You quickly scamper into the thickest underbrush, staying low and disappearing into the bushes. You know how to hide well, so you quickly begin covering yourself with dirt and immersing yourself in the leaves, keeping low and quiet. You still your tired breathing, and wait.

You wait for several minutes, as the howls become louder, and louder, before going quiet. You wait carefully, your breath caught in your lungs, as you wait for several minutes.

Suddenly, a lupine maw emerges from the bush in front of you, followed by a pair of blood-red eyes. The werewolf stares at you, growling in a low voice, as you realize the creatures have followed your scent, and surrounding you. The albino wolf that's come across you looks at you with almost sadistic glee, licking its lips.

Almost an hour later, the screams filling the moonlit night finally end, the last few sounds little more than a dying, gargling whimper from a creature so broken and exhausted that they're incapable of even moving, the voice so red raw from screaming that it can barely make a noise. The torn apart, bloody body that is left there is never found, with what remains being food for the worms.


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

[User] You say "It's pointless. Let's just... Wait it out."

[Assistant]
Iris wrinkles her nose at you. "Wait it out? The hell do you mean, wait it out? Wait until they burst in here and separate our heads from our bodies?"

You sigh, sitting down on the floor. "Something like that. We're going to die, might as well accept it."

She shakes her head. "The man I heard about would have gone out and faced them head on, even if it meant death."

"Sorry to disappoint you, kid. But I'm not that man anymore." You pull your knapsack off your back and reach into it, finding one of the bottles of wine you had Bertrand stash for you. You sigh, then pop it open and take a swig. You hold the bottle out. "Either of you want a sip?"

Miller grabs it first and chugs the bottle greedily. After a few moments, Iris snatches it out of his hands and takes a drink of her own, as if accepting defeat. She sits down on the floor with you and Miller, and the three of you pass the bottle around and drink for a while.

There's the pounding on the door as the Kishak soldiers try to get in. The bookshelf rattles with every hit, but it stands its ground. The three of you continue drinking. After all, you have all the time in the world.

THE END


[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] A library

[Assistant]
Hundreds of volumes of large tomes cover shelves that reach up to the very high ceiling. You are in narrow crack between two long shelves. You walk through the space between the shelves, trailing your hands on the book. The shelves are so close you can't help but bump into a book here and there. The shelves are so large and heavy they don't make even the slighest movement when you fall against one accidently.

You've tripped over a ladder. It's laid along the ground, edges from shelf to shelf, the same kind as there is in every other row. They were used to reach the books once, but no one reads these records anymore. Now they just keep the space between the shelves uniform. Those maps hate being in the same place as the other non fiction and always try to push the shelves apart.

The books are all a dull green, faded from dust and time. They are larger than usual. Each one is about as wide as your palm and the same length as your arms. They are stuffed in very tightly, leaving not one inch of space. You wouldn't want to have the job of putting them into the shelves.

You reach one end of the row. There's next to no room between the wall and the shelf, but you manage to squeeze through. The rows of shelves seem to go on forever in this direction. You use the next row to turn around and face the other way. The shelves end a few rows up, so you head that direction. You come out into a small space between a shelf and the grey stone wall.

There's a door here you could try it but it's locked. Oh. There's also another small shelf here at the end of the row. You look at the small selection it has. Most are records of the books in this library. They include just a topic and a number. There are too many books to even list the names in this tiny shelf.

Three books that are not records draw your attention.

[User] You pick up the small brown book

[Assistant]
You pick up the small brown book. Its wretched condition is something compared to even the oldest and worst kept tomes you've seen.You take out a sheet of paper to record its name.

The ratty cover nearly comes off when you lift it to turn to the first page. There's no title or author listed, just a strange star design in the center of the page. You copy onto another piece of paper with your fountain pen the design as best you can and place it beside you so you can request another copy of whatever this book is.

You turn the page as carefully as you can. The thin paper seems almost as if to look at it would shred it.

It's another design. With your vast experience what? in many different languages and the writing of many different authors, in the books prior to the invention of the printing press of course, you can easily see that the symbols were of the same hand. You turn the pages, seeing nothing but strange symbols belonging to no language you can recognize. Even then, it should have repeated characters, but each design is different, leading you to believe it is no language, simply meaningless symbols.

The next page is torn in the center where the symbol would be. Through the hole you can the next page is blank.

You check the torn page; it's a violent rip but does not look in danger of growing and the rest of the page is blank anyway.

But there's something about that blank page...

You look at it carefully. There! A shape! A rip! A tear! That wasn't you, you're careful. You haven't ripped a page in... Well, it's been so long you've forgotten.

That's not a rip though... It's growing, like a burn. You set the book down away from the others to keep the fire from spreading but... It's not hot. It's not smoking. Still, the pages burn through.

Fiery shapes grow... Why, it's almost moving... It's beautiful. You can't.... You can't look away.

The ash blows up through the windless air and the sparks bloom into flowers of fire. It's an inferno bubble around you. Your skin burns and blackens and crackles. You can see through the fire now.... In the fire now... It's...


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You shoot them both

[Assistant] You won't let the man continue. You draw your gun and shoot both men down. They were at close range, but it still took a few shots. Once they're dead, you go up to the victim. His face is swollen, and his nose is bleeding. He flinches, expecting you to attack him too.

[User] You kill the hostage

[Assistant] You have no interest in dealing with another group member. You put the man out of his misery, and get back in the car.

[User] You keep driving

[Assistant]
You begin to get a bad feeling about the place. The empty buildings and atmosphere feel a lot more sinister now than they did a second ago. Your instincts kick in, and you try to drive away.

You quickly find that the roads have been blocked off by debris. They're herding you in a certain direction. You can't get out of the car, either, as you start to see other people watching you out of buildings and behind trash cans. In a last ditch effort to get away, you throw the minivan in reverse.

As you try to back out, you see something: a large truck blocks the way out. They've sealed the road behind you. A man holding a golf club comes out of a nearby building and starts running toward the minivan. In total panic, you speed down the road, away from the truck.

Barbara is gripping her armrests in fear. You would be, but both your hands are on the steering wheel. You drive down the road, exactly where they want you to. You can hear the truck following closely behind you. Suddenly, you drive into a dead end. The way forward is blocked. The truck pulls to a stop behind you, trapping you.

You have no choice but to get out of the car. A mob of people has gathered around your vehicle. Your group follows suit, and gets out of the car.

"Okay, let's not waste time. Give us your stuff, and your car, and we'll escort you to your new home," barks a large, bald man. The crowd of angry people with their guns pointed at you reminds you that you'll have to speak carefully.

[User] You offer a deal

[Assistant] "We can work this out," you say. The man lowers his gun. "I'm listening."

[User] You offer a group member

[Assistant]
You look back at your group. "I'll give you a person, from my group. They can work for you, or whatever you want." The man seems to strongly consider it. You regret making the offer, but it's too late now. You look back one more time. Barbara gives you a look of total disgust.

Finally, the man nods. "Yes, I think that just may work. Reginald, clear the road outta here," he says to another. He turns, and looks over your group. "I want the girl."

Barbara starts crying immediately. Megan has a look of fear on her face, and Mikey shows nothing but resentment. Two people break from the crowd and grab Megan. They pull her away and out of sight. "Okay," he says. "That's it. Take the little track over there, it'll take you right out of here." The man turns to walk away. "Pleasure doing business with you," he adds.

Barbara and Mikey get in the minivan without you, and drive off. Mikey flips you off from the backseat. You admittedly feel terrible. As the crowd parts, you feel terrible for your choice. But you can't go back now. You follow the minivan on foot, until you're out of the slums.

[Assistant]
You aren't sure how to feel as you pace up the road, vaguely in the direction of Washington. You feel remorse for your decision, and wish you could take it back. Giving up Megan was a stupid choice. She cared about you, and you would gladly hand her over for your own protection. There's no more time to dwell, though. That affair took up the whole day. It'll be dark soon.

you continue up the road, in search of a place to spend the night. About an hour after the sun goes down, you spot something. It looks like a military outpost.

It ends up being exactly that. Judging by the footprints and blood, this place didn't last too long. It's only been a few days, and people are dying fast. Not even the military can seemingly stand up to the ever-growing threat of death. You open the door to the trailer and look inside.

You are rewarded with another gun, this one a Stag-15. It has a half-empty magazine. Other than that, you find nothing in the trailer. It's as good a place as any to sleep, and it has a pullout couch/bed.

You are awoken in the morning by growling. You sit up quickly and look out the window next to the door.

Zombies. And several of them. They have wandered up and down the street, surrounding you on one side. If you could get out the door, and past the horde, you could outrun them and head north again.

[User] You shoot them

[Assistant]
You load up the gun and kick the door open. The closest group of zed growl, and stomp over to you. You kneel for better balance, and do your best to aim. When you pull the trigger, you are surprisingly accurate. By the time you're out of bullets, you've cleared just enough of a path out. You slip by the trailer and move up the street at a steady jog, away from the zombies.

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

[User] You move on

[Assistant] Picking at the fence isn't worth it. Besides, why waste time here? Your goal of getting to Washington is still the highest priority. You leave the warehouse alone and continue on your way.

[User] You what's new?

[Assistant]
You continue to walk down the road as before, this time with a gun slung over your shoulder. You spot a sign telling you that you're still on I-5, on a crash course with Washington.

The sun beats down on you as you realize you are quite thirsty. Hungry, too. The way ahead looks bare. Bare except for a road sign. It tells you that if you continue ahead, you'll reach a small town. Next to the town's name, written with blood, is a small message: COME ONE, COME ALL

If you turn to the right, you'll arrive at a rest stop. There won't be food or water, but there will be a gas station (probably empty), and a pharmacy.

[User] You check the rest stop

[Assistant]
You make the decision to see if there's anything worth taking at the rest stop. It's a short walk, and if there's any water, you'll gladly take it.

Just as you suspected, the gas station has been looted of everything. The cash register, the food, even the toilet paper is all gone. Someone beat you to the punch. Oh, well. You go to check the pharmacy. That has been looted too, but not all the way. A few bottles have been left behind, scattered among the shelves. You take a bottle of painkillers and a roll of bandages. Nothing else really seems useful.

[User] You head to the town

[Assistant]
The collar of your shirt is soaked with sweat by the time you spot the town. It's relatively small, and a wall of cars and metal scrap surrounds it. A front gate set on hinges to swing open is right in the middle of the road. Above it sits a guard tower.

You are spotted well before you get to the door. You are ordered to get on your knees and place any weapons you have on the ground. You place your gun on the road in clear view of the tower and comply. The gate swings open, and a small group comes to meet you.

The group consists of a clean-shaven man, a small boy, and a woman holding a clipboard. "Hello. My name is Rose. Welcome to Fort Z."

After the group makes sure you aren't going to hurt anyone, you get your gun back and are welcomed into the community. You are surprised at how fast it went up. It's only been a few days, but the walls are up, and the community is thriving (for now). There is no shortage of people, and homes and buildings have been turned into sleeping quarters, storage, and everything else you can think of. "Well," begins Rose. "It seems like you've come a long way, would you like something?"

[User] You what are the rules around here?

[Assistant] "Well, there aren't many rules around here, because no one seems to be causing any trouble. Just don't hurt anyone or steal anything and you should be fine," says Rose. "Also, don't do anything stupid," adds the clean-shaven man.

[User] You who are these people?

[Assistant] "Oh, jeez," Rose begins. "I couldn't hope to remember everyone's name. But, this is Callaghan," Rose says of the clean-shaven man. He reaches out to shake your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he says. "Then there's Max," Rose pats the little boy on the head. The boy is hiding behind his mother's legs. "We're kind of like the government around here. Other than that, you can make friends as you wish."


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You stay at range and use throwing blades and daggers.

[Assistant]
You begin the duel with two throwing knives as you try to stay at range. The blades hit square but ricochet off the heavy armor. You growl as you duck under his heavy blade and cartwheel out of his range. Having more space, you throw two more knives, one bounces off and sticks in the ceiling and the other lodges under his armor. The Vanguard pulls the blade out and throws it to the ground and you pull a dagger with two more knives.

Since the Vanguard seems to be taking his time, steadily moving forward, you carefully aim the next two throws. The first slides into an eyehole of the armor and for the first time you get his attention. The blade spews brackish blood that leaks from under his helm and dribbles down his chin.  He pulls the blade from his eye and grasps the Falchion with both hands, the old leather crackles under his grip.

"Great..." you think as you dodge a powerful but slow swipe that smashes the cabinet you ducked behind. You pull back and throw the second blade trying to lodge it through his plates under his arm. It connects with the armor and bangs off into the floor.

Pulling your daggers you duck under a sweeping cross-swipe and punch the dagger into his breastplate. The dagger rings in your hand without doing any apparent damage. He kicks but misses as you flit to the side and stab him in the neck. The blade slides into his neck but it doesn't slow him even a bit.

He backhands you and you barely escape a full on hit but feel your jaw instantly bruise and you see stars as you fall backwards into the debris around you. He is upon you instantly but you dodge his reversed blade and watch the heavy blade pierce the stone itself. You roll to your feet and try to kick out his feet but your leg meets with an unmovable object and you back away limping.

He closes in on you as you switch to your throwing knives which clink off his armor. You can't believe it when he raises his hand and you feel dark energy course through you.

"That wasn't fair..." is the last thought you think as he plants his falchion deep into your stomach and rips downward splitting your body from stomach to crotch. The last thing you see is his dead eye peering at you as you bleed out.

YOU HAVE FAILED.


[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 brush him off. Things are risky enough, thanks.

[Assistant]
You decide to get off at Terminal D, since that seems to be physically the closest to C. Maybe they won't be waiting for you.

When it slows, you look out the windows. They don't seem to be there.

You pull your hood up and walk out. You go up the escalator.

They're waiting at the top. Three of them this time.

You try to turn around, but there is a solid wall of people behind you. They yank you away from the crowd--no one seems to notice, it's like you're completely alone, it's so unfair-- and push you so hard against the wall that you're out before the first bite sinks into your skin. As dying goes, it's pretty painless, but it's still dying--alone, with no one to help you.


[System] Narrate a dark fantasy text adventure. The setting is harsh and morally complex. Describe scenes vividly, react to player choices with fitting consequences, and never shy away from the reality of the world.

[User] You letters to home (Grand Alliance...)

[Assistant]
Dear Mom,

Well I'm sure you've heard by now that I'm officially part of the Grand Alliance. I don't know just how to feel about it either.

How I even got roped into it, is all by chance and luck. That seems to be a staple in my life. I tried to desert the army once and I ended up getting promoted. I do it again, and even get called on it and I get even more responsibility! The world has gone completely mad. I'm sure of it now. Though who knows for how long. The woman responsible for putting me in my new position says we're going to win, but as each day wears on, I lose faith that we will. I've gotten over my fear of death and the undead, but now it's been replaced by a numbness to it. I don't know if that's worse.

I heard about Mallack getting drafted. I sure hope he'll be okay. And I hope you'll be able to manage the farm without him, but I guess you'll be alright now that the government has taken control of the farm. I really wish that hadn't happened, but what can we do right? At least you won't need to protect the livestock anymore with all the guard patrolling it though. It would seem the Zalan Empire is everywhere nowadays though. Well, everywhere there isn't undead of course.

We're going to try to retake the Brot Kingdom soon, dunno if it'll be successful.

Give my love to the rest of the family.

Your son


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

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
SUNDAY

"Are you worried about these uncertain times? Do you…"

Click.

You're so damn sick of these Ground Zero commercials you think as you turn the TV off. If you older brother Ben hadn't shot his family and himself in a tragic paranoid breakdown you can only imagine he'd be going on about how right he was in building that underground bunker out in your backyard.

You look at the time and realize you've spent most of the day procrastinating watching TV even though there's not much on that interests you on TV anymore. All the channels you used to watch that had interesting shit on them now all have shallow reality shows and quite frankly you've got enough dysfunctional family drama going on in real life without needing to watch it on TV.

You remember a time when you could avoid most of the mess by hiding out in your basement. Unfortunately you can't even do that anymore. Ever since dad drank himself to death, the gravy train of living at home for free came to an end.

Without the help of your dad's pension checks anymore, your older Amazonian sister Kelly said there was no way in hell that she was going to keep supporting the house on her own unless she was the only one living in it. Seeing as she's a roller derby bitch as well as an illegal fight club brawler, it isn't like you or any of your siblings were in any position to argue with her.

Your younger brother Peter, having given up his lofty dreams of being a famous movie director now spends a lot of his time in the garage making amateur porn with various guys he picks up at the clubs. He makes enough money through his website that it keeps Kelly off his back. He seems to enjoy what he's doing and at least he's not stealing your clothes anymore.

Your younger sister Donna simply moved out and moved in with your best friend Julie who is still the eternal party girl. Really you're surprised Julie hasn't caught every STD known to man at this point. To be honest Donna's had more in common with Julie than you have for many years now. You're sure Donna's a lot happier at a "party house."

As for you, you didn't have much in the way of options. Trying to get a job has failed spectacularly in this economy. Though your…"unique" and reclusive personality doesn't exactly help in that department.

Given some of the junk that's laying around the house you sometimes wonder if you shouldn't try to sell some of it over the Internet to support yourself. Seems like a lot of work though and you're no wheeler and dealer.

Donna suggested that you move in with her and Julie, but that whole scene isn't for you. As much as you hate dealing with Kelly, you'd also hate having to put up with drunk horny guys (and girls) trying to get into your pants every five minutes, not to mention the loud music, crowds and the ever growing possibility of the cops busting the place for illegal drugs.

Which brings you to your boyfriend Bobby Morningstar who naturally has suggested that you move in with him on several occasions. This would be the ideal solution if it weren't for the fact that his own family consists of like a million siblings that all live in his cult compound. There's also the fact that his ex-girlfriend/sister Diana is wicked pissed at you for stealing him away from her.

It's been an ongoing source of tension between you and Bobby and you wish he'd just leave them all behind and you two could make a life together elsewhere, but his duty to family is strong, as is his faith to the Babylonian Goddess of Chaos, Tiamat which still involves human sacrifices.

Right now you're having a period of separation with him. Sometimes you think about breaking up with him completely, but then you can't just dismiss the good times you do have with him. You have that special bond that only a couple could have when one warns the other about their serial killer relative lying in wait for them in the woods. Thank god Bobby took care of your uncle Ed. That had to be the scariest moment of your life dealing with that situation.

Of course none of this delightful recap of past events really helps you. Kelly is starting to get very impatient with you and you fear that your months of stalling are coming to an end.

Kelly's currently not home, but she'll be back in a few hours to get a bit of sleep before heading off to her fight club stuff. Continuing to enjoy the time you have to not have to deal with her you go back to procrastinating, which mainly involves goofing off on the Internet, "stumbling" upon a porn site and then using battery powered means to relieve yourself of stress.

Eventually you hear the familiar slamming of the door and stomping around upstairs, which signifies that Kelly is indeed home.

"SUZY! Stop splittin' the kitten and get yer bony ass up here!" you hear Kelly shout.

You were afraid of this. You clean yourself up a bit, mentally prepare yourself and then head upstairs.

"Hey Kelly…" you start to say, but are interrupted.
"Shut up. I've got exactly a couple hours to get some rest before I have to drag my ass to my other job to support this fucking house and it's a fucking mess! You can't even clean up around here? Did you even look for a job today? Let me guess you spent the whole day fucking around on the Internet and masturbating didn't you?"
"Well uh..."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ Suzy, you're goddamn useless you know that? The only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now is because I need to save my energy and it would be too fucking easy."

Before you can even speak, Kelly continues her rant.

"GET A FUCKING JOB! I don't care what kind! Just be a contributing member of this household like Peter or get the fuck out like Donna!"
"Kelly I'm trying, but I'm just not having any luck in finding anything, can't you help me out?" you say.
"Help you out? I'm helping you out right now by supporting your ass! I've been helping you out for quite some time! In fact I originally suggested that you could probably become a ring girl at the fights, but you said no because you didn't want to dress up in skimpy clothing and parade around in front of a bunch of drunks."
"Kelly, you know I don't want to dress like that in public, especially not after what uncle Ed made me wear that night…"
"Oh here we go, crazy old uncle Ed! How long you going to keep using that as an excuse? Sheesh, the way you go on about it, you act like he raped you. What happened instead? He got killed, you weren't even touched and you got a fucking boyfriend out of that deal! Some of us should be so lucky to be in a fucked up situation and STILL come out ahead! You know what I deal with on a regular basis? Steroid freaks trying to break my fucking neck that's what! You think I'd be making a living trading punches with fucktards if I LOOKED like you Suzy? You got the biggest advantage and you're just wasting it! What the hell is your goddamn problem?"

You can see that Kelly is in full-blown jealousy mode and shows no signs of stopping. Attempting to walk away will only result in her getting physical with you so the only thing you can do is endure the verbal assault.

"This is sink or swim time sis. You either get your shit together by the end of this week or you're out on your ass! This sheltered girl act is really fucking OLD! You're a grown ass WOMAN. Start acting like one! Now get out of my fucking sight."

You meekly slink back to the basement and leave Kelly alone.

You silently mope for a while pondering what the hell you're going to do next. You then notice that your phone has been under your couch cushions and on silent all day. Bobby apparently has been repeatedly trying to contact you. Even left multiple texts saying that he really wants to talk, but the mood you're in right now, you don't want to deal with it.

You don't want to deal with anything. You just want to be safe in your own little world in the basement. How you miss those days…

Well today isn't completely over yet. You've still got time to salvage some of it. Hell, maybe you can even make a major change in your life.

[User] You contact Bobby

[Assistant]
If Kelly wasn't putting the screws to you about moving out, you might be less inclined to return Bobby's phone call, however this is a desperate situation and despite your recent relationship problems, you still have strong feelings for Bobby and he will certainly help you out.

You grab your phone and call Bobby. The phone rings twice and then is answered.

"Hey Suzy, I've been trying to get a hold of you." Bobby blurts out as soon as he answers.
"Yeah I know." You say.
"Look, I know we've been having some difficulties lately, and our last argument was bad, but I really want to work things out, I love you."

You definitely have some major things to work out, but it's nice to know how Bobby feels about you.

"Well, we're going to be doing that, but that isn't the only reason why I called. I...uh need a new place to live. Kelly's kicking me out." You say.
"Oh, I see, you want to move in with me and my family...are you sure? I mean you know I really would like you there, but part of the reason why we were arguing was..."
"Your sister Diana hates my guts." You interrupt.
"Well...I admit she's not fond of you, but I mean I think we can work past that. She's just going to have to accept that I'm with you now."
"But is she REALLY going to do that? Or am I going to find her hovering over me in the middle of the night with a knife in hand?"
"She'd have a hell of a time sneaking in our room without waking me up first of all. Second, if I lay down the law to her, she's got no fucking choice BUT to accept it. I'M the head of the family after all and as head of it, my word is divinely inspired by Tiamat herself and to go against Tiamat is a blasphemy that even Diana would not do. So to sum up, you might have to hear some shit from her, but your physical well being is perfectly safe."

"Safe" is a funny term to use for a guy who practices human sacrifice. Which is the other concern you have, since while you've long since accepted certain aspects of Bobby's belief system, you'd rather not see the gruesome details. Though you suppose that's just one more thing you're going to have to discuss.

You sort of wonder about the rest of Bobby's family though and how well you'll get along with them. He's got a family that's at least as big as yours was at one time, but you've never really interacted with any of them (Bobby never had you over his house much due to Diana's hostility) except for Bobby's second oldest sister Helen who was polite, if quiet.

Just as you're thinking about this, Bobby springs something unexpected on you.

"Since you're wanting to move in, I should tell you that we won't be living in the house in the neighborhood. We're going to be living in a compound north outside of town."
"Wait, what?" You say.
"It's the Morningstar family compound. We're moving there, or rather we've been in the process of moving all our stuff over there for the past few weeks. Never mentioned it since we were sort of arguing about other stuff."
"Wait, wasn't your house the Morningstar family compound?"
"Heh, well that was certainly big enough for my immediate family, but I do have some extended family as well and given the current world climate, I had a video conference meeting with some of the extended family and most agreed that it might be best if we moved to the better fortified compound that my Dad had built over time decades ago."
"Holy shit, how many people are we going to be living with? I mean are we going to be restricted with what technology we can use, working a farm and the women have to put their hair up in a bouffant and wear simple clothing? If so then I can't deal with..."
"What? No! Geez Suzy, we're worshippers of Tiamat, not the Amish or fucking Mormon fundies! No, we got all the conveniences of the modern world there and women can wear what they want, though there MIGHT come a day very soon when we will have to rely on farming of some sort, but I guarantee you won't be the one doing it."

Bobby continues.

"As for how many people are going to be living there, well that I'm not sure. There aren't as many of us anymore and some live quite far away. Not everyone was jumping at the idea either, so some may decide to not bother to make the trip. In any case, at most it might be twenty more people and even then we'll have more than enough room there. Don't worry about it."

Easy for him to say, he's not the one that's just had this new information sprung on him. Bobby correctly senses your silence as concern.

"I sense some concern." Bobby says.
"Fucking right you sense some concern! Not only am I still worried about your sister, I'm now worried about even MORE of your... highly religious family. I mean how are the rest of them going to feel about you bringing in a non-believer?"
"Oh I'm not worried about that. I'm confident you'll eventually see the colorful swirling chaos...or the light if you prefer." Bobby laughs.
"That's...... not exactly alleviating my concerns Bobby."
"Sorry, I'm just joking to lighten the mood...."

You hear Bobby exhaling deeply before continuing.

"Suzy, I know this is more shit for you to take in and I know you've been very understanding about everything. It's one of the many reasons why you're so wonderful. I just want to stress that you won't be walking into some Jim Jones kool aid suicide cult compound. You'll be perfectly safe because you'll be with me, I'm the chosen of Tiamat and like I said, my word is going to be law at the compound. Look, I'll be by to pick you up tomorrow to take you there. If you're not feeling it after a few days, well I'm sure we can figure something else out. I want us to work out Suzy. I love you."

There is certainly no denying that Bobby feels very strongly about you. Again, while you still have reservations, you've never known Bobby to lie to you. As for the rest, you do know Bobby's family take their religion pretty seriously so you know Bobby isn't exaggerating about you being safe with him. In fact if the threat of physical violence is gone, that actually already puts you ahead of your situation here considering Kelly has pushed you around and threatened to do more on many occasions.

"I feel the same way Bobby. Okay, I'll pack and I'll see you tomorrow."

Bobby's voice sounds a bit more upbeat when you agree to go with him, though again if you had the option of staying home, you certainly would. Still, you're trying to maintain a positive open minded attitude about all this.

After saying goodbye to Bobby you waste no time in packing your most important belongings. As the night approaches, you finish up with your packing and get to sleep a little earlier. You get the feeling you're going to need all your energy for what lies ahead tomorrow.

[User] Next day

[Assistant]
MONDAY

"And Suzy is the winner of the world hot dog eating championship! Let's all hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" The announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Not even feeling full, you wipe the mayonnaise off your lips, graciously stand up and bow for your adoring fans. The grossly fat dude on your right looks at you in disbelief and then turns away to puke in a bucket.

Meanwhile the little Asian dude on your left just shakes his head wondering how the hell you could've beaten him.

"I don't understand it...all my training. I glanced over at you during the contest...you...you were barely even chewing! How?" He asks.
"Oh just natural talent at swallowing hot dogs I suppose." You reply humbly and wink at the audience, which continues to praise you.

While you're blowing kisses at your fans, the announcer of the contest speaks again.

"And as an extra special reward, our glorious host of this event, Misty will be coming soon to congratulate our winner in person. This hasn't happened in decades! Perhaps even centuries! It's all just so exciting! Oh wait...I think that's Misty now!"

At this point the wind begins to pick up significantly, which is amazing since this contest was taking place in an indoor stadium. The audience seems to be going even wilder, but at this point you're getting a little concerned.

Your concern becomes fear when the fat bastard to your right melts into a gory pile of goo, the Asian guy's head gets really large like in one of those anime cartoons and he screams before running away shouting about Tokyo getting destroyed by a giant lizard.

You look back at the audience and see that they've begun stripping off their clothes and embracing each other in the biggest orgy you've ever seen. (Even larger than that porno you watched one time)

The roof suddenly comes off the stadium revealing a dark sky with a jet black swirling hole above.

"And here comes Misty folks! It's absolutely...GLORIOUS." The disembodied voice says as its pitch changes to demonic tone.

You can't run, you can't even move, you just stare at this unearthly sight like a deer in the headlights completely frozen.

You see the flash of a couple red glowing orbs in the black hole above you and then the wind picks you up and you're being pulled towards it.

"COME TO ME SUZY. COME TO US. COME. COME. COME..." A deep voice echoes all around you which is backed up by the audience who are chanting along with having their orgy.

You vainly try to struggle, but there isn't much you can do accept uselessly flail about in midair as you are slowly enveloped by darkness. Even when you try to scream, you make no sound, in fact all your senses go numb and everything goes black.

You are then awakened by the ringing of your phone. At first you look around briefly still wondering if you're still levitating towards a black hole, but you breathe a sigh of relief that it was all just a dream.

However, even though you're wide-awake, you still feel shaken up. Something about that dream seemed really unnerving and you usually aren't one to put much stock into your dreams.

The ringing of the phone takes priority before dream analysis though, so after fumbling with it a bit you answer it.

"Hey I've been trying to get a hold of you. We're you still asleep?" Bobby asks.
"Yeah, are you outside the house already?" You answer.
"Nah, I'm on my way over. I hope you're packed and ready to go though, because it's nuts out here. I know you don't tend to leave the house much, but if you've been out lately, you'd know it's been getting fucking crazy in town. Seriously, you'll see how fucked up it is out there when we drive through town. The cops are everywhere, groups of people are rioting, like I said, it's a mess. Okay, I need to focus on the road, there's a meat wagon picking up some bodies off the road. I'll see you soon. Love you." Bobby says and hangs up.

As you take a quick shower before getting ready to leave, you think more about your strange dream. You wonder if it was some sort of subconscious thing that your mind was telling you that this move is a bad idea. You have to admit, you still are feeling very unsure about it, especially now that Bobby has told you that you're moving into an isolated compound with not just his immediate family, but a bunch of other family that could be even crazier.

Still, this could just be mostly anxiety of leaving a place where you've traditionally always felt safe and lived most of your life combined with a freaky dream. Bobby did say you could leave if you weren't comfortable there, so you're trying to not to focus on the possible negatives.

You try to calm your nerves the old fashioned way and think about Bobby the entire time.

Exiting the shower, getting dressed and grabbing your packed bags, you finally leave your basement. You packed as much as you could, hopefully you can return to get the rest later.

You head upstairs and you're not waiting long before you hear a knock on the door. Upon answering it, you see Bobby who embraces you with a hug and a kiss.

"By Tiamat, I've missed your body against mine." Bobby says caressing you all over.
"I never would have guessed. I have missed your touch as well though Bobby. Let me just get my bags."

You turn around and bend over to grab your bags and that's when Bobby grabs you around the waist and if it wasn't for the fabric separating the two of you, he'd also be inside you. It's startling enough that you probably would've lost you balance had Bobby not been holding on to you so tightly.

"What the hell? Sheesh Bobby, I nearly fell forward on my face!"
"You wouldn't have, I got you. Mmm, I just can't help myself, I just..." At this point Bobby starts kissing on your neck and groping you.
"Bobby, Bobby, stop. My brother Peter is still here in the connected garage. Last thing I need is for him to hear us and then suddenly walk in on me getting plowed from behind. Besides, didn't you say it's getting crazy out there? Shouldn't we be getting the hell out of town?"
"Yeah, it's wonderfully chaotic out there. Like Tiamat herself has blessed this town. It really started putting me in the mood and then seeing you...well how can I not want to make love to you in the midst of all this chaos?"

Bobby at this point is trying pull your shirt off over your head and you hear the sound of a zipper being unzipped, though with as excited as he is, you dare say it could just impale you through his pants. He's grunting, slobbering all over your neck and sniffing your hair and...well he REALLY wants you right now.

This isn't really what you had in mind and something about the way Bobby is behaving is a bit...animalistic. He's never been that way in your other intimate encounters with him. Well not excessively so at any rate.

Also, you HAVE been fighting for awhile, and it's sort of presumptuous of him to just think you're going to spread your legs immediately because you're on good terms again.

Then again, this is sort of turning you on right now, and it has been awhile for you. (By something not battery operated or your own hands at least)

[User] You get busy with Bobby

[Assistant]
It's not like this is a complete stranger, this is someone you do have feelings for and what the hell, it's not like you aren't going to be doing this again with him eventually. Still, there is the matter of decorum.

You manage to twist your body around so that you're face to face to him; he barely stops when you tell him.

"Bobby, look we can do this, but like I said, we're NOT doing this in the middle of the living room. Let's at least go down to the basement and we can fuck on my couch."
"Okay, okay, whatever, let's just get down their quickly." Bobby agrees continuing to kiss on you.

The pair of you head down into the basement and one of Bobby's hands is practically glued to your ass the entire time.

When you get to your room, you see that Bobby has somehow managed to strip off most of his clothing by this point (amazing considering he had one hand on your ass the entire time). He helpfully starts stripping your clothing off.

"Well seeing as you're obviously taking the alpha male approach to this, after you're done tearing off my clothes, you can carry me over to the sofa and start doing me like a conquering warrior. I want to see your face stare into mine as you thrust into me, let me know who exactly is in charge and teach me a lesson." You say licking your index finger and then running your finger down Bobby's chest.

(Never let it be said that you can't tap into your dirty side when necessary)

The next half hour is fun, if a little rougher than you're used to with Bobby.

It starts off with him just really ramming it into you and telling you in various ways to "Take it." while staring directly into your eyes which are more piercing than usual. His hands are also mostly holding down your wrists at this point.

Despite all this, you aren't scared. You just wrap your legs around him tightly like a boa constrictor and enjoy the ride.

A little later he put his hands around your neck and even squeezes a little while continuing to stare into your eyes. You can certainly still breathe, but he is definitely establishing his dominance and that he is firmly in control of things.

Despite all this, you still aren't really scared, you even add to the "experience" by squeaking out a "No." "Please don't." "Stop hurting me." every now and then.

Eventually Bobby chants something in a language you've never heard before and then orgasms. Again, not really scary since he's always doing that. It was weird the first few times you had sex with him but now it acts as a nice little alarm letting you know that things will be over soon.

Completely spent after orgasm, Bobby collapses on top of you and begins hugging you tightly, and then whispers...

"I love you so much Suzy, I want us to be joined forever. I want our bodies as well as our souls to be married."

NOW you get scared and suddenly push him off of you in alarm at this declaration.

"What?! Married?" You exclaim recoiling to one corner of the couch.

Bobby's a little surprised by your reaction.

"I want us to be married. I mean we're obviously soul mates and its the next logical step for us."
"Step? What step? We were just having fun a moment ago and now you spring life long commitment?"
"Are you saying you never saw us eventually getting married? I mean in all that time since we've been together?"
"No, and especially not when all the trouble with your sister came about."
"But on several occasions you asked me to run away with you! You didn't think we'd get married if we ever did that even?"
"Not really."
"I'm guessing you didn't ever think about having children either then."
"Children?! What the hell, you think I'm some sort of brood mother?

Now Bobby is downright confused.

"Suzy... I really don't understand your... well view of things..." Bobby says.
"That pretty rich coming from the cultist." You say.
"Okay, I'm going to ignore that because I love you. But if it makes any difference, at least I still behave in a consistent way which you do not."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"(Sigh) I really don't want us to fight again..."
"Bobby I just let you simulate what could be considered a rape fantasy on me, the least you can do is explain yourself."
"Okay then THAT right there is what I'm talking about. You have no problem with having kinky sex with me, you have no major problems with my religion and what it entails, you're even willing to move in with me and my family even though you're concerned about my sister and probably the rest of them, but somehow marriage is what is freaking you out? I mean I'm trying to do the right thing here and it's because I genuinely love you. Why are you so resistant?"

It's actually a good question. You're pretty tolerant of a lot of stuff most would've recoiled in horror from and something like marriage and (shudder) kids is scaring you off. There's probably a good psychological reason for your reluctance, involving your observations of other married couples such as your own mother (overly compliant) and father (distant) or your brother Ben (paranoid psychotic) and his wife (utterly clueless) but there are a few other concerns.

"Bobby...you've never brought up marriage before either, why all of a sudden?" You ask.
"Well, I just think it's time. I mean we've been together awhile. We've stuck together through ups and downs. We're going to be living together. I obviously love you and I assume you love me right?"
"Well...yeah...but... I dunno...I mean kids? Come on do you really think I'm mother material? I can barely take care of myself...in fact I can't at all, otherwise I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

At this point Bobby takes your hand into his and gets closer to you.
"Suzy, don't you see, you don't need to worry about any of that anymore. When you marry me you won't have to worry about taking care of yourself ever again. And as far as being mother material, I can't imagine a better mother to my children. Even if you do have trouble, I'm sure my sisters will help out...well okay Helen will help out, but you know what I'm saying. The main thing is you won't have any more worries when you're in the family...MY family. We'll look after you. I'll look after you."

And there it is. Your future. A "housewife" popping out a whole mess of little cultists like a Pez dispenser. While it might not be quite that extreme, the writing is on the wall. While Bobby is probably sincere in his love and desire to care for you, he's still the head of a human sacrificing cult and as such he's going to be somewhat controlling and manipulative.

How long before you become brainwashed into believing in the same shit he believes in? How long before you passively accept other sudden changes over time? Hell, how long before some organization like the FBI or the ATF comes charging in to lay siege to the place?

Though on the other hand what are you really doing with your life right now and what prospects do you really have? You could do worse than have a man who obviously loves you a lot and is willing to take care of the stuff you don't want to bother worrying about.

You've got a major life changing decision to make, because you get the impression that if you get into that compound of his, changing you mind isn't going to be an option.

[User] You accept his proposal

[Assistant]
"Okay, Bobby. I suppose you're right. We both love each other and that's the most important thing...so yes. I'll marry you." You say.

Bobby is overjoyed and hugs and kisses you.

"Oh Suzy, this is fantastic! I'll make the announcement to everyone as soon as we get to the compound! I got the ring there and we'll make it official as soon as we're all settled in. In fact, this Friday should be perfect! I hope that's good with you."
"Um…yeah this Friday is fine." You answer.
"Tiamat truly blesses her most worthy servants! Come on let's get going!" Bobby exclaims.

Bobby immediately starts grabbing his clothing that he left in various places in the basement on the way to your room and getting dressed. Your own clothing is a bit torn now, so you grab some new clothes that were still in your closet.

Heading back upstairs, Bobby picks up your bags and carries them to this van. He opens the door for you and everything. You did miss his attention to the little things like that.

As soon as you leave your neighborhood you notice what Bobby was talking about the town. He wasn't kidding when he said it's a mess. You see police trying maintain order, fights, car wrecks, fire fighters trying put out fires and ambulances blaring their sirens.

As Bobby focuses on the road, he goes on about how everything that's currently going on in town is just a small sample of what's to come. He talks about how there are several wars are going on in the world and how tensions are at an all time high. (He actually sounds like one of those Ground Zero infomercials on that bit) He mentions how everything is always trending towards chaos and entropy and how the signs that Tiamat is finally coming back to return the world to its natural state. Between your recent acceptance of his proposal and this, you don't think you've ever seen him so happy and excited.

"Well whatever's going on, I'm glad we are leaving town, it's like everyone here has lost their mind." You say.
"Yeah, some of my family don't agree that we should go to the compound. Some say we should be out here personally embracing the increasing chaos in the world like Tiamat would want, but... as I said there aren't a lot of us and I'd still like to make sure we're relatively safe. I believe Tiamat would want her chosen to be smart about things. Build up our numbers over time and THEN we will rise to become a force that none can oppose."

You don't say much, you just nod and smile. You imagine you're going to be directly contributing to those "numbers." You cross your legs at the thought.

Eventually you manage to get out of town and things are slightly better and the traffic is even thinning out. You've never been north of town before...actually you've never been out of town before. You also never realized how rural of an area you lived in.

The quiet calm of the great outdoors is actually a little scarier than the chaos of the town you just left behind, doesn't help that it's getting dark by this point.

Bobby ends up turning off the main road to an unsaved dirt one leading further into wilderness. Just as you're wonder how much further, you see the compound (surrounded by a high fence with razor wire of course) and it's certainly big enough and imposing enough to make any cult leader jealous.

"Shit, it looks like a small prison." You say.
"Yeah my dad and some of his brothers were constantly adding on to this thing for decades. To be honest, it isn't even completely finished. I mean it's more than sufficient for several people to comfortably live in, but there are many rooms that are just the bare minimum of four walls. Towards the back where you can't see from here, there are some portions of it that are exposed to the outside. However, seeing as there will be a bunch of us living here now, I think we'll at least be able to finish the place up, and in time make even more additions."
"Didn't know your dad had brothers."
"Yeah three older, and one younger. A younger sister too, but none of them will be coming here."
"Oh. Wait, all of them are dead?"
"No, the two younger siblings, Uncle Leslie and Aunt Lilith are still alive. In fact Leslie and Lilith live in a house together south of town. But let's just say they aren't exactly believers in the faith and chose a different path instead...I'm sure you've heard of the Ground Zero corporation especially with all their annoying infomercials and ads everywhere nowadays."
"Wait, seriously? You've got family that works for GZ? You never told me that before either." You ask.
"My dad wasn't really on speaking terms with either of them. Long story. Anyway, technically just Aunt Lilith works for GZ. Dunno doing what, but I think it's important. Uncle Leslie just lives with her and spends most of his time indulging in his pointless experiments, though I know he does some black market organ shit on the side." Bobby explains.
"I guess you couldn't get your aunt to pull a few strings and get set up in one of those shelters they're always trying to sell huh?" You say.
"Actually I did contact her during the recent family video conference. She told me that we'd all be much better off in dad's slightly unfinished compound than in one of those shelters. Apparently half of those things are death traps or something. She said even though she wasn't a believer, she still didn't want to subject her nieces and nephews to the fate of being in one of those live-in mass coffins."
"Well that was nice of her to look out for you."
"Yeah, she always was one of the nicest people in our family. Dunno why she's with Uncle Leslie, the guy is a psychotic asshole to practically everyone. Good doctor though. Anyway, let's see who's on duty tonight." Bobby says pulling up to the large gate.

Bobby rolls down his window and speaks into an intercom.

"Hey, it's Bobby. Anyone there?"
"Bobby? Where the hell have you been? Thought you were going back into town and coming straight back to help with arranging all this furniture." A voice replies a few moments later.
"Yeah well I had something really important to do and town is crazy right now. Did anyone else show up since yesterday?"
"Nah, but a few people called saying they were going to get in by tomorrow at least."
"Okay, what's everyone else doing right now?"
"Um, well mostly everyone's asleep or otherwise retired to their rooms. Except me who drew the short straw to keep a look out for you."
"What?! Asleep already? It's not that late!" Bobby exclaims.
"Well everyone was a bit tired from all the moving around. Also your sister Helen felt the young ones should get a good night's sleep earlier since there's more shit to do tomorrow."
"Hmm, well I had a big announcement to make, but I suppose if everyone is mostly in dreamland right now, it can wait until tomorrow. Might as well anyway seeing as you said more people are supposed to show up. Okay let us in William."
"Us, huh? I guess that means you have a certain lady with you? Oh Tiamat, can't wait to see Diana's reaction to that one." William remarks.
"Diana's gonna just have to fucking deal with it, I'm the fucking head of this family and I love this woman!"
"Sheesh, calm down Bobby. I got no problem with that. I will just ask one thing, is she one of us?"

Bobby looks over at you which puts you a bit on the spot.

"I love you Bobby, and I go where you go now." You say which is enough of a positive answer for Bobby who has a big grin due to your answer.

"Yes, of course she is." Bobby remarks.
"Well then she's alright with me. Come on in around the right side, you'll be less likely to wake up the others and nobody is using that side of the building right now, so you'll have that big bedroom over there all to yourself."

And with that the large gate slides open and Bobby drives you both in. He passes a few parked cars on his way over to the right wing of the compound and parks a few feet in front of a large door. You and he both get out.

You attempt to get your bags, but again he insists on carrying them for you. He hands you the keys to the door to open it though, which you do and you both enter.

After turning on a light switch, Bobby takes the lead.

"Come on, down this corridor and through a couple of rooms."
"This place isn't quite as spartan as I imagined. You've got some rather nice carpeting and even the wall coloring is fairly cheerful." You say walking and looking around.
"I told you, this is our home, and we have to live here comfortably. We're not trying to create a psychologically oppressive effect to break down the willpower of potential followers, so what's the point of having a depressing drab gray everywhere?"
"Makes sense. The artwork you got up is pretty...interesting as well." You say glancing at the various strange pictures hanging up ranging from multi headed dragons to gory scenes of sacrifices.
"Oh, yeah. My grandmother painted most of these." Bobby replies.
"Really? Well, she certainly made some vivid scenes. That one with young raven haired naked lady holding the bloody dagger surrounded by the corpses is pretty detailed. Probably the best one of the bunch." You say being supportive.
"It should be the best one considering that's a self portrait of her. Took her a few months to finish it apparently because she wanted to get the color of decay just right for the bodies. Yep, she sure was talented."

Bobby stares a bit at his long dead grandmother's naked image for a moment until you wave your hand in front of him.

"Sorry, it's a bit hypnotic at times. Like the eyes follow you." Bobby says.
"Hrmmm. Sure it's not two other things?" You ask.
"Ha ha, well gotta admit, Grandma was pretty hot back in the day."
"That...would be disturbing even if I wasn't your soon to be wife." You remark. (Though you're not really THAT disturbed given what you know of Bobby's family)
"Oh I'm joking, you know you're the only one for me." Bobby says and kisses you on the cheek before saying you'll be heading up some nearby stairs.

A flight of stairs, another corridor, a few rooms later and you're finally at your destination. A fully furnished master bedroom with all the comforts.

"Well gotta admit, this is a very nice room. A little heavy on the red coloring, but I'll definitely be comfortable here especially since I'm starting to get tired."
"Hey go ahead and relax. You're home now. I'd join you, but I think I better go see my cousin William to get a proper update on what's been going on, so I'll be back later."
"Okay then." you say stretching out on the bed.

Bobby kisses you goodbye and you're alone at last.

You think about grabbing your laptop, but the bag it's in is too far and you're far too comfortable so you just spend your time scanning the room with your eyes thinking about your situation.

When you look over to your left you notice another self portrait of Grandma Morningstar. Fortunately, she's got all her clothes on in this one and is in a more traditional pose. Same stern and confident look though.

"Well I guess I'll be joining the family officially soon. Hope you approve from...well wherever you guys go when you shuffle off this mortal coil." You say towards the direction of the painting, though you don't look at it too long. Bobby's right, there is something a little hypnotic about the pictures of her.

Instead you close your eyes as the comfort of the bed and silence causes you to soon fall asleep.

[User] Next day...

[Assistant]
TUESDAY

"And Suzy is the winner of the world banana eating championship! Let's all hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" The announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Not even feeling full, you wipe away the whipped cream on your lips, graciously stand up and bow for your adoring fans. The big dude on your right wearing nothing but chaps and a biker jacket looks at you in disbelief and then turns away to puke in a bucket.

Meanwhile the little Asian She-Male on your left just shakes his head wondering how the hell you could've beaten him.

"I don't understand it...all my training. I glanced over at you during the contest...you...you were barely even chewing! How?" He asks.
"Oh just natural talent at swallowing bananas I suppose." You reply humbly and wink at the audience, which continues to praise you.

While you're blowing kisses at your fans, you suddenly get a feeling you've done something like this before….

Suddenly a hand touches your shoulder and you spin around to see a woman about your age with long raven colored hair and a low cut black gown. She's pretty, but has a sneering look on her face. It's not quite a cruel look, but she's definitely not impressed with you.

"So, you think you got what it takes to meet Misty huh? Pfft. I don't see you lasting another day. Maybe two at best."
"Who is Misty?" you ask.
"(Sigh) Deary, if you don't know, then you'll never know. And if you never know, then how can you ever hope to survive?" the woman says in a condescending tone and then starts laughing at you. She then begins to age rapidly until she becomes a wizened crone and then eventually a rotting corpse.

When you begin to step back, the woman then disappears, but her laughter remains, getting louder and louder to the point being deafening and causing pain.

You futilely attempt to cover your ears, but the laughter persists even when you try to cram left over bananas in your ears.

Meanwhile, the biker turns in a unicorn and the she-male turns into rainbow colored fox which jumps on the back of the unicorn and they run off together. The audience surprisingly has completely disappeared. In fact it's just you and that awful laughter that won't quit.

Just when you think you can't take the pain anymore everything goes black…

You wake up to the sound of a female voice.

"What's going on?!" you exclaim sitting up fast.
"Oh! Sorry! I…I didn't mean to wake you…but I just was told to bring you this." the source of the female voice says.

You rub your eyes and see a young woman with light brown hair before you holding a tray of food. She's probably a few years younger than you.

"…wait…you're Helen right?" you say recognizing her.
"Yes. I didn't think you remembered me. We only saw each other a couple times before." Helen says.
"Yeah I remember you. Where's Bobby?"
"Oh, Bobby's busy doing something with cousin William. I think its something to do with working on the compound here. I'm not really sure. I just tend to look after the little ones, but Bobby told me I should bring you something to eat, so um here."

Helen thrusts the tray of food at you. It consists of typical breakfast type food like scrambled eggs, bacon, cereal and juice. You see no reason not to take the offering seeing as you aren't served like this very often.

"Wow, breakfast in bed. That's something I've never had before." You say and start to eat.

Helen stares at you nervously, which causes you to stop eating.

"What?" you ask.
"Oh! Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you liked it. Is the food good? I really didn't know what to make you and I just wanted it to be right." Helen says.
"It's fine Helen." You say.
"Oh good. I just…I just didn't want to disappoint you."
"It's just breakfast Helen. Relax. Probably way better than anything I could make, I dunno how to cook."
"You don't? Didn't your mother teach you?" Helen asks as if cooking is something every woman knows how to do.
"Nope. She taught me how to sew when I was younger, but I sort of stopped doing it when she died of a flesh-eating virus. Didn't really see the point anymore."
"Oh no, how sad!" Helen says empathetically.
"Yeah." You say continuing to eat.
"Well don't worry, I'm a very good cook and I can even teach you!"
"Hm, well between that offer and this meal, you've probably done more for me than my own family has in years."
"I'm so glad you said that. I want us to get along because I know you're going to be married to Bobby and all."
"Wait, Bobby told you already?" you ask.
"He told everyone last night. He was so happy. I'm so glad he was, I like seeing him happy."
"Hm, I can guess who wasn't happy to hear about it." You remark.
"Oh. Yes. Um…you probably mean Diana. Yes, she was quite upset. Um…in fact I probably should leave. She's looking after the little ones and I'm sure I'll get an earful about being away from my duties for so long. She's in a bad enough mood as it is." Helen says.
"Okay, well sorry to keep you then. I don't want to get you into trouble."
"Oh, it's okay. I'm not really worried about me anyway. It's just if I stay away for too long she might… well she's not as patient as I am with our younger siblings. So are you okay with the food and everything?"
"Yeah Helen."
"Okay good. Good. Um…okay I'm going now. Um, I suppose I'll see you around some time."
"Okay then."

At this point Helen nervously waves and opens the door to leave, but then she calls out to you.

"Um, Suzy?"
"Yes?"
"I'm really glad you're going to be part of this family soon." She says with a faint smile and then leaves.

You shake your head and finish your food. Helen obviously has some issues. Though maybe its because you know what its like to have a bullying older sister, you can sympathize.

After putting aside your food tray you take a shower in the private bathroom connected to the bedroom which is very convenient. While washing up you take time to ponder your odd dream which while having its surreal moments seemed "real" to you in some ways. The raven haired woman in the dream was most certainly Bobby's grandmother which is sort of creepy, but then maybe she just popped up due you seeing pictures of her (and even one in your room) earlier that night. Ultimately you decide not to worry too much about it unless this becomes an ongoing problem.

After your shower, you then change your clothing and decide to explore what is now your new home.

You walk around the right wing of the compound, upstairs and down, not running into anyone. It's all pretty empty on this side which is sort of good you suppose and you're half tempted to just go back to your new room and play on your computer. However, you figure you're going to have to make the effort to be social with everyone so you head over to the central part of the compound where you assume more of Bobby's family is located.

Eventually you get to a large dining area and see a few dirty plates still on the table. The voices of children can be heard a few rooms away and then…

That red headed witch Diana steps out from the kitchen.

She holds a knife in one hand and you notice her hand tighten around its handle when she sees you.

"Look, I don't want any trouble Diana. I know you're mad but…" you start to say before Diana interrupts.
"Spare me your pathetic words blonde whore. You will not sway me with superficial attempts at diplomacy. YOU are in my way, but I promise you that before the week's end, you will be out of it."

When you cautiously step back a bit, Diana smirks.

"You better keep stepping backwards and out the front door if you want to stay out of my way AND keep your pitiful life."

While Diana is doing a fairly adequate job of intimidating you, she's actually starting to make you angry. Like a rage is building up within you and you feel like just picking up one of the forks on one of the dirty plates on the table and stabbing her in the neck with it.

In fact violent visions start to enter your head, visions of bloody bodies and other murderous images. They hit you so suddenly; you actually stumble and keep yourself from falling by propping yourself up against the table. You then rub your head from this spell, as you don't feel completely well.

"Now what? Am I scaring you too much? Are you about to cry? By Tiamat you really are worthless. And that is why you'll never make a good wife to my brother. You're far too weak. My brother will realize that soon." Diana remarks.

As unwell as you suddenly feel, the rage within you is still rising.

[User] You attack Diana

[Assistant]
You already put up with one bullying asshole of an older sister who basically threw you out your house, you'll be damned if you'll let someone else do it again.

You turn your head to address Diana.

"Hey, you know what your brother also realized? That I'm more fun in the bed than you are. Told me you were about as fun as fucking a log and about as lively too. Yeah, I'm crying alright, I'm crying tears of laughter at your fucking stupidity if you actually think you have a chance at getting Bobby back."

If Diana were a cartoon character you'd imagine this would be the part where steam shoots out of her head and her face goes completely red.

"You're fucking dead blondie!" Diana shouts and runs at you with the knife in hand.

You grab one of the plates on the table and throw it at her. She dodges, but it's enough to get her a bit off balance while you grab a fork and plunge it into the side of her arm.

"Agh SHIT!" she shouts , but manages to swipe at you with her knife which barely misses your face. You don't have time to retrieve your fork from her arm.

You throw another plate at her, which causes her to drop her knife when she blocks her face with her hands. She recovers quickly however and pulls the fork from her arm and lunges at you with it.

As the pair of you struggle, you and Diana have made enough noise for others to take notice of it. Helen comes walking into the room with a couple of kids behind her and freaks out.

"Wha…Stop! Stop it! Don't fight!" she exclaims and then screams for help and runs over to attempt to disarm her sister.

"Please Diana, don't…" Helen utters before Diana shoves her aside. At least this allows you to grab Diana's wrist and slam it hard on the edge of the table, causing her to drop the fork. Doesn't stop her from punching you with her free hand though.

Helen once again tries to pull the two of you apart, but fails to do so. She ends up shouting at the cheering children who are enjoying the violent display to go fetch help.

Meanwhile Diana is slightly getting the better of you in this fight as she lands a kick to your stomach, flooring you. You wheeze and have a hard time catching your breath.

"You actually thought you could challenge me? What was that about me being the stupid one?" Diana taunts as she picks up a nearby chair. You barely manage to roll out of the way when she tries to bring it down on your head.

Desperate to gain the advantage again, you struggle to get back up and start throwing plates at her again. She manages to deflect them with the chair, but then with all your energy you charge at her and holding on to the other end of the chair you slam her into the wall.

You manage to pull the chair away and then it's just you and her again. At first you're scratching, punching and slapping each other upright and then soon the pair of you are rolling on the floor.

"By Tiamat's Chaotic Cunt, quick grab 'em both!" you hear a male voice shout.

A mass of various arms and hands grab you and Diana and after a bit of prying, the would be peacemakers succeed in keeping you and Diana from doing anymore damage.

"I'M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU AND I'M NOT FUCKING LEAVING!" you scream at Diana who is being pulled away by Helen and another well dressed man you don't recognize.
"Whoa, easy! Easy! I gotcha." The male voice says that spoke earlier. You look and see the one who has pulled you away from Diana and see a scruffy looking man.
"Let go of me!" you exclaim and pull away from the man who lets you go.

"Okay, okay, you're free, now I heard you two don't like each other, but already? What the hell happened?"

At this point you and Diana both start accusing each other of starting the fight. After some shouting you demand to know where Bobby is.

"Bobby isn't here. He actually left an hour ago to go gather some stuff from the old house. (Sigh) I wish he was here though, because this is definitely his problem not mine." The scruffy man says.
"Yeah, well who the fuck are you anyway?" you exclaim.
"Wow, you're actually a little different than I expected considering what Bobby has said about you. Though if you need to the introductions, I'm William. Mr. fancy over there is Brandon." William remarks.
"Hey." Brandon says.

Diana interrupts this temporary break in the hostilities by attempting to attack you again, but Brandon and Helen manage to hold her back, meanwhile William grabs you since you attempt to defend yourself.

"Let me go! Why the fuck are you all holding me back?! You should be letting me kill this fucking outsider and serving her heart up to Tiamat!" Diana exclaims.
"Yeah, while that would normally be the plan, you know damn well this is Bobby's bride to be and he's the head of the family. Now I know your pissed about that but them's the rules." William remarks.

"Shut the fuck up William you don't know shit about how I feel! And since when do you give a shit about the rules for anything?" Diana says.
"Okay, I'll give you both of those. However I DO respect your brother and he loves this woman so you and nobody else will be sacrificing or harming her in any way…besides given how she was fighting, I'd say she shows promise of fitting right in in this family." William laughs.

Diana shakes her head, fumes and huffs about her situation. She looks like she's about to attack you again, but instead she pushes Helen out of the way and storms off. Despite being pushed Helen follows her sister in an effort to console her.

"Well. That was exciting. If we're all done here, I'll be checking on Veronica and making sure the young ones aren't getting into the armory or something. Um, nice meeting you Suzy." Brandon remarks straightening out his suit and walks away.

You sit down on a nearby chair rubbing the upper left side of your face, which is probably sporting a bruise or soon will be. You still feel angry, but you're too tired to go chasing after Diana at this moment. You notice William still lingering around and staring at you.

"What?!" you ask.
"Okay, just settle down now. I'm not the enemy here." William remarks.
"Maybe not, but I don't really care for your staring right now."
"Fair enough. Like I said, you're just much different than what I expected. Bobby mentioned to me you were this gentle quite girl. More like Helen actually. Never expected you to be giving Diana a good fight. On your second day here no less."
"Yeah, well everyone has their limits."
"Guess that's true too, though I'm sure you know why Diana doesn't like you."
"Yeah I know, and you know what? That's tough shit and she needs to just get the fuck over it. Bobby wants to marry ME. Not her. It isn't my fault that she's not woman enough for him. To my understanding she had YEARS with him. If she couldn't hang on to him with that much of a head start, I'd say the problem was with her, not me."

William smiles at your remark.

"Man, I wasn't sure if I'd like you, but shit if you weren't Bobby's bride to be, I'D marry you. Well if I was the marrying type. Anyway, I'd say you handled the situation with Diana the only way you could have. She at least knows she can't just bully you like she does with poor Helen. Still, I'd watch out. It isn't over with her. She's not going to just let this go."
"I'm going to tell Bobby about this and he's going to just have to straighten her out once and for all."
"Well, that MIGHT work in the short term, but Diana doesn't let go of grudges and given that you'll officially become family soon, she's likely to ignore him. Look, it's like this. Diana is definitely going to try to do something to you before you can marry Bobby because if she succeeds in getting you out of the picture before that happens, she won't suffer any repercussions. Granted Bobby will probably be pissed at her and she'll get passed over for Helen I suppose, but as a follower of Tiamat she technically has got the right to kill an outsider. It's just out of respect for Bobby that we accept you."
"Okay, so as soon as Bobby gets back, I'm going to demand he marry me now."
"Heh, well due to some sort of alignment of the stars on Friday I don't think it's going to be moved forward. Though, given how pissed Diana is about all this, I really wouldn't put it past her to just wait years to get revenge on you and make it look like an accident or make up some sort of bullshit about it being Tiamat's will or something."
"So…what…am I going to have to kill her to get any fucking peace?" you blurt out.

William waves his hand down a bit as if to tell you to be quiet and looks around.

"Shhh, don't talk that way out loud. You're not officially family yet. You talk like that around some of the others here and they'll throw you on the sacrificial altar. Hell, even Helen would probably go tell on you for talking like that." William says.
"What the hell? What about Bobby? Doesn't his leadership mean anything?!"
"Well yeah, but in case you hadn't noticed, he's very observant of certain rules and rituals. As much as he loves you, I don't even he would be able to help if you actually killed Diana."
"Well I gotta do something! I can't just sit around with a thumb up my ass constantly looking over my shoulder thinking Diana's going to do something to me."
"I know and I get it. (Sigh) Quite frankly if I was running things, I'd go back to the old ways of Tiamat where we had less rules and ritual and more adherence to primal urges. What I'd do is have you and Diana enter a steel cage and nobody left until one of you was dead, but that's me."
"Great. Glad to know I'd be better off under a more anarchic regime." You say with a tone of defeat.

William exhales deeply and then speaks.

"Well blondie, this is how I see it. You can either hold out until Friday after which point you can probably get rid of Diana a little easier or at least with less repercussions. Or you can, shall we say…find an opportunity before then. I'm not saying anymore, but if you really feel like you're in immediate danger then you know what to do."

With those words, William leaves you alone to ponder his advice.

[User] You take care of Diana

[Assistant]
You get up and decide you need to take things into your own hands. You are not going to spend one more night under this roof with someone who openly wants to kill you.

You catch up to William who hasn't gone far and ask him where Diana's room is.

"Left wing second floor…uh…you planning to do that thing?" he asks.
"Guess you'll find out soon." You say and walk past him.

You make your way through the house and climb a flight of stairs. As you're looking around for where Diana's room is, you hear some voices and start heading towards them since they sound familiar.

The closer you get and you recognize one of the voices as Helen. The louder voice with the abusive tone can only be Diana.

"Diana, please try to calm yourself…" Helen says.
"Calm myself? Are you a fucking idiot?! That fucking bitch is an outsider and you're seriously okay with that?! You're okay with her taking Bobby away?" Diana replies.
"But she isn't taking him away, he'll still be here…"
"Helen, you're a f…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? GET THE FUCK OUT!" Diana says when she sees you enter.

Helen turns her head and sees you and she looks scared about what's going to happen next.

"Uh…um hey Suzy…I really don't think this is a good time…" Helen remarks and tries to get in between you and Diana who is already making steps towards you.

You didn't necessarily plan on Helen being here, but given how she's been living in fear of Diana for years, you're fairly certain you can angle that in your favor. You plan is fairly simple. You're going to "apologize" but you know Diana is going to just start a fight again and in the process you're going to do damage she's going to be less likely to walk away from.

You've already clashed with her once, she wasn't nearly as tough as she makes out and you're tougher than you actually thought you were.

Survival of the fittest is going to play out very soon.

"Diana, like I said before I didn't come here to fight. I've just come to apologize if I offended you downstairs. I should've realized this is your home and I had no right to insult you."
"And like I said before I'm not interested in anything you've got to say you fucking man stealing cunt! Now get the fuck out of here before Bobby comes home to a corpse bride!"

Helen at this point is practically pushing you out the door, but you're not moving.

"Diana, are you seriously going to threaten my life again after I'm trying to make peace?" you ask.
"Suzy, please get out of here…" Helen says.
"BITCH I DON'T WANT PEACE WITH YOU! YOU STOLE MY BOBBY AWAY RAAAAAAGH!" Diana screams and charges at you. Somehow Helen manages to duck and squeeze out of the way before she's tackled along with you.

Diana is now fighting with a fury you didn't see downstairs. While she was certainly filled with rage before, now it seems like she's possessed. You catch two blows to the face before you manage to push her back and land a kick to her stomach.

Helen helplessly stands nearby calling for you both to stop, but neither of you are listening. Nearby vases are smashed, knick-knacks are knock over and even small pieces of furniture are damaged.

Eventually Diana pushes you backwards and then runs back into her room. You waste no time in chasing after her only to find that she's attempting to grab a large dagger from under her bed.

She slashes at you with it, but misses and you land a kick to her face. You then grab her and slam her into a desk causing her to drop her knife.

You go to pick it up, but Diana prevents you from doing so by crashing her bruised body into yours. The pair of you roll on the floor some more until you finally get the upper hand again and knock Diana into her window and partially through it.

Diana groans in pain, but doesn't move. The top part of her body dangles outside, and her lower back is no doubt impaled on some of the broken glass. It'll be a simple matter of you just picking up her legs and pushing her out.

Or at least it would if Helen wasn't around.

"Stop it! Stop it please! Don't kill her! She's my sister!" Helen shouts.
"Helen, this bitch has been abusing you for YEARS. Don't you think it's time for her bullying to end? Come on Helen, you know your life would be better without her. Come on, just let everyone know this was purely in self defense. You know this is the right thing." You say.

Helen looks around a moment and bites her lip. She's very unsure, but eventually she complies.

"…okay…just do it." she says and turns her head away.

You smile and go to pick up Diana's legs. You knew Helen would side against her sister.

As you push Diana out the window, that's when you realize Helen's sided against you as well. You feel a sharp pain go straight into your back. The shock causes you to temporarily unable to catch your breath as you try to reach for whatever it is that just got plunged into you.

You turn around just in time to see Helen give you a hefty shove.

"Sorry Suzy." She says and you fall out the window.

The thing is, you may have possibly still survived the fall, but unfortunately landing on your back with a big knife in it, drives it completely through the front of your chest.

As you lay next to Diana's corpse, gurgling blood and struggling to breathe you soon follow her in death.


[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 let him be

[Assistant] You manage to control yourself and turn your back on your outlaw life once and for all, riding out of Creede without exacting any vengeance. It doesn't matter: soon after you read in the newspapers that Bob Ford has been killed by a man called Ed O'Kelley who had a general dislike of him. Growing old gracefully you move into the Twentieth Century.


[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 dawn Young (Personnel File)

[Assistant]
Dawn grew up in a poor neighborhood with a mother that barely wanted her to begin with. Despite this disadvantage and her humble upbringing she was determined to not stay stuck with her lot in life and turn to a life of crime like so many of her peers. Instead she decided to make something of herself by joining up with the Felkan military at sixteen; a younger age than most in the Felkan army, which is usually at least eighteen.

She's about twenty now and from what you can tell she's served pretty commendably wherever she was stationed. You can also respect the fact she overcame the obstacles that life placed in front of her and it's probably what made you choose her over a couple of the other potential candidates. She also transferred here shortly after you replaced Eckers, which might explain why she doesn't have the bad habits that a lot of the other troops have which also made her the best candidate.

She seems capable, and you're confident you've made a good choice in picking a second.


[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 open the door to Karl's sleeping quarters

[Assistant]
You press the button set into the passage wall, and the door to Karl's sleeping quarters swooshes open. However, you just stand there stunned, looking through the doorway. Even with everything else going on, you did not expect to find this. Or rather, you expected to find at least something.

On the other side of the doorway is nothing - just whiteness. No floor, no walls, no room - just the endless expanse of pale white light that surrounds your starship.

[User] You close Karl's door.

[Assistant] You quickly press the button again, and watch the door slide shut. The last thing you'd need is to trip and fall outside the ship into that endless nothingness!


[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 attack the Skitarii

[Assistant] You move forward with a roar, firing a burst of flames and a blast of psychic energy. The Skitarii are machines built for war though, equipped with the best Magos Cern can get. Plasma, bullets and fire fills the air. You snap one of their necks before firing flames at another one. Plasma slams into you, sending you to the ground. You attempt to fight back even though you're now missing a lot of flesh, but a Skitarii quickly scuttles forward and drives its drill into your throat, killing you.


[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 decline his offer

[Assistant]
Never. You'll never submit to anyone else's rule. You'd rather die first. But if you can help it, maybe you can eliminate one rival right now.

You don't answer Velzix's offer, you immediately attack! You blast Velzix, with a beam of negative energy. Your nearby undead soldiers rush at Velzix, and your necromancers provide some back up.

Velzix somewhat expected your attack though, and he blocks your beam with a magic shield and then flies through the wall of your fortress burning your corpse soldiers in the way.

"Short-sighted little dead wizard! You've sealed your own doom!" you hear him shout as he flies away back to his own realm.

You aren't impressed by his threats however, you order your wall to be fixed, while you plan your next move…

A year passes…
The Kingdom of Tulan has finally put the sword to every last demon infesting the area. You laugh when you hear how easily Velzix was defeated, however this celebration is soon short lived.

The Grand Alliance attempts another siege of the city and this time they succeed. You barely manage to escape. You try to establish some sort of rule elsewhere, but the Grand Alliance isn't letting you get dug in again.

You begin your long road of hardship and keep to rural areas; many times you barely survive attacks from barbaric orc tribes. Fortunately your skills in necromancy protect you (as well as scare the hell out of the orcs)

Two years pass...
You hear them coming for you, there is no more running. This is your fate. To die in this cave. You think bitterly about Velzix's all too correct prediction about your fate. You wonder if you'd been less prideful and accepted his offer, you wouldn't be in this state you are right now.

You shake your head to this however. No point in regrets. You've made your choices and now you make one last one.

You leave the cave to face your enemies and prepare to die for your heinous crimes…

Such is often the fate of a necromancer.


[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 don't support the assault on Terra

[Assistant]
You raise your hand, and Fay follows suit.

"You have balls of steel," Meliodas says. "Unfortunately, now Kyros will tear them off, melt them down, turn them into a sword and fuck you up the arse."

"You fucking cunts! I lifted you up from the dirt! I gave you power! I gave you a future! I gave you all a future, and now you want to betray me?!" Kyros screams, standing up. "I won't let scum like you kill our chance at greatness! Loyal brothers, wipe them from the face of the earth!"

In an instant, everything goes to hell. Kyros puts your collars on full, and your collar tightens incredibly. You feel your throat be crushed and the air run out as you helplessly grab at it, watching the carnage. Calpurnia stands, raising her bolt pistol, but Rebecca leaps up, driving her sword through Calpurnia's chest, killing her instantly. Elios moves with incredible speed, drawing a hidden blade and slicing open Taj's throat as the space marine attempts to raise his bolter. Then, Magos Cern sprays boiling gasoline from a pipe in the side of her head into Elios' face, burning him severely before she stands, driving a drill into his burned face as he falls backwards. Durge struggles to stand with his immense wait, but immediately moves forward, standing in front of Elizabeth in an attempt to shield her from Kyros' wrath.

"Elizabeth, get out of here!" Durge says, as a panicked Elizabeth gets out of her seat.

"Durge, you miserable, plague-infested prick. You're going to die. You think you can save your sister? I'm going to cut off your spike-arms and drive them into both her eyes and then give her to the troops for a bit of fun."

Durge roars, charging forward. The scene goes fuzzy as the lack of oxygen hits your brain and you feel your throat being crushed. All you see is the massive, blurry blob that is Durge explode, collapsing backwards, just as Elizabeth disappears, no doubt having teleported with some psychic ability she has. Kyros screams, but by now you're on the line between conscious. You reach a hand out, finding Fay's as she dies on the ground next to you. You hold her hand tightly as she squeezes back and the last bit of life leaves you.


[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 dispose of Madeline

[Assistant]
This isn't the work of someone with just a crush. This is obviously an obsession and the fact she got the goblins to do it, means she's not just crazy she's dangerous and that's a bad combination.

You're not going to be able to reason with her. She's already proven she's beyond that. Dismissing her isn't going to work either. Not to mention she killed one of your productive members. Sure he was an idiot when it came to picking women obviously, but he still did his job and excelled in that area.

She's going to have to be dealt with in a more permanent manner.

"Zal, Vaughn, come on. We're going to deal with this crazy bitch and I want you both with me in case she gets ideas to sic her goblin buddies on me." You say.
"Wait, do we need to kill her? I mean isn't she important?" Vaughn remarks.
"She might come from money, but her daddy isn't on the council. At best the militia might do an investigation, but they aren't going to find her." You say.
"You sure we're going to be enough? Should we bring some more guys? There are a lot more goblins than us." Zal asks.
"We'll grab a couple more Talons on the way out, but we're not going to be bushwacked like Camid and I know we're much better fighters. As soon as we kill a few of those green buggers they'll probably start running away. We'll be fine. Now let's get this shit done." You say.

You and your "hit squad" head over to the new headquarters dig site. You remember Madeline was doing her overseeing there today.

After entering and walking through several empty rooms and corridors, you find Madeline by herself, just sitting on the ground. She doesn't get up, she just looks down at the ground. There aren't any goblins around though, which is strange.

"Hey. I guess you figured out what happened." Madeline says.
"Damn right I did. Did you really think you were going to get away with it? Did you really think that was going to work?"
"I guess I had hope and I had to try. Stupid I guess."
"You got that one right too, school girl." Zal says.
"Where's your goblin friends?" you ask.
"I sent them away as soon as they told me you were coming. I didn't want them to get hurt. It wasn't their fault after all."
"Wasn't their fault? Some of them were the ones who killed Camid!" you exclaim and move towards Madeline, but Zal holds you back.

"Wait a minute. What do you mean you sent them away when they told you were coming? How did they even know, we haven't seen any of them." Zal asks.

Madeline looks up and stands.

"They didn't just dig a tunnel into the Yellow Devil Den. They've dug tunnels all over the sewers. Mostly under them. Made it easier for them to get around without having to walk about in the actual sewers. They may have also dug some tunnels near your old head quarters…you know, you look very peaceful when you sleep…" Madeline says looking directly at you.

You and everyone else takes a step back. You're actually a little creeped out now and a lot more concerned.

"Everyone, prepare for an ambush!" you say and you all form a circle expecting goblins to pop up out of secret compartments in the floor and walls.

"I told you I sent them away. They isn't going to be some big fight. There isn't going to be a fight at all. This is the end. I wish you could have loved me, the way I love you, but at least we'll die together, and I guess that's enough."

At this point you hear an explosion outside the new headquarter's entrance. It isn't a big one, but it's enough to cause a rumbling and the ceiling of starts to fall to pieces. Vaughn, Zal and the other two Talons instantly run back to the entrance only to find that's its collapsed and soon so will the rest of this place.

"It's interesting how with one well place bundle of explosive power can make an otherwise stable structure fall completely apart. I'll certainly miss finishing my education." Madeline says in almost a monotone way.

As the rest of your cohorts run around desperately trying to get out of this death trap, you do the only thing you want to do and that's plunge your sword into Madeline. She puts up no resistance and just touches your face before falling to the ground.

As the clods of dirt and rocks begin to bury you and yours, all you can do is curse loudly to whatever gods may be listening before you are silenced forever.