[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 tough love

[Assistant]
"Alright listen up kid, I know she was pretty harsh with you right now, but you know she's right when it comes to getting out of here. We only want to help you ascend to your final rest, or peace, or whatever it is that comes next. But in order to do that you need to cooperate with me ok?" You tell him with as a hardy of a voice you could muster.

The boy nods at what you say, but he doesn't look up at you.

[User] You coax

[Assistant]
"Hey you know you can trust me, right kid? Helping you is my job, and I'm sure as hell going to help you get out of this place, no matter what." You say reassuringly.

The boy looks up at you but doesn't say anything, though it seems like he's thinking about something as his eye keeps looking at different things.

"Do you want to ask me anything?"You say, hoping that he would clear his mind of any worries.

"How...How are you going to help me?"

[User] You lie about taking him into your body

[Assistant]
"As soon as we get done with this conversation, you'll immediately ascend up to wherever your going to be placed, so please stop worrying about everything, soon enough you'll experience total piece, or get reincarnated, however, it all works." You say with a confident face.

The boy nods his face as he seems in a much more better state than the one that Ruby had left him in.

"When can you do it?" He asks you, almost a bit impatiently.

"I need you to be content, and I need you to accept the terms that I'm about to give you. So start thinking about some happy thoughts before I ask you what I need you too O.K?"

"Yeah, yeah I can do that no problem."The boy says letting out a fake laugh, as to try to build enthusiasm about what is to happen.

"Alright then, take my hand." You order, which he follows through.

You head starts to buzz as Owen disappears from view.

[User] You on the inside

[Assistant]
Your mind starting to get really fucking fuzzy, as if listening to a radio station that had just gone completely static. It didn't hurt your ears though, it was just a mild annoyance as you felt dizzy and your vision getting blurry. Not wanting to fall on your face, you sat yourself down on the ground and waited for this experience to pass by.

"That was pretty anticlimactic." You hear Ruby say through the static, though you don't pay her much mind as you try to concentrate on seeing if you could communicate with, Owen.

Owen can you hear me?

The static continues, and you feel your heart race a little bit. Sitting in silence for a few seconds, you start to feel the static die down a little as you're able to hear yourself think finally.

Hello?

You hear a voice call out to you, which makes your entire body jump up a bit with how it sounds directly in your mind.

Owen is that you?

Yeah. Where am I?

Owen's voice sounded frightened which made you tense up a bit.

You lied to me

"huh?"

I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS ASSHOLE, YOU LIED TO ME. I'M STUCK HERE.

The sudden screaming by Owen had made your head hurt as you started to cover your ears.

LIAR, LIAR YOU'RE A LIAR I TRUSTED YOU.

As Owen's screams got louder, his voice started to change, as if turning into something demonic. Moments later, you start to feel a pain in your chest.

With each passing moment it grows stronger and stronger, and before you know it you let out a yell in pain as you fall onto your back.

"Hey!" You hear Ruby shout out to you, but your ears start to ring as you wreathe around the wooden dock in pain.

It feels like something wants to burst out of your chest, and you want nothing else more but to die and get rid of the burning sensation that was cooking your heart like a cracked egg.

Something did burst from your chest, you were sure of it. You wouldn't see it though as your vision had gone out first.

Shortly afterward your senses followed with it.


[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 invite Johnny in

[Assistant]
What the hell, you weren't doing anything important with your time and you were thinking about making the first move yourself earlier today.

"Johnny, could you hold on one moment?" you ask.
"Um, okay." He replies.

You close the door again and hastily clean up your room a bit just so you don't have your underwear just lying around, let alone your vibrator. Feeling that your room and yourself are presentable, you open the door.

"Come on in Johnny." You say.
"Wait, you're inviting me into your room? Are you sure?" Johnny asks a bit surprised.
"Well if we're going to get to know each other better to see if we've got potential, then I'd rather do it in here one on one rather than out there with drunks possibly butting into our conversation. Besides, if I leave this room, its very well possible people will wander in and have sex in it."

Johnny chuckles a bit at your remark as he walks in.

"Well I suppose all that's true, but…"

You make your first move by putting your arms around Johnny's shoulders and kissing Johnny squarely on the lips. He's really surprised. To be quite honest, you're a little surprised at yourself as well since you aren't usually the forward type, but maybe Julie's party spirit has gotten a hold of you a little bit along with wanting to put more distance between yourself and any more lingering feelings you might have for Bobby.

Besides, you get the impression for all his praising and stalkerish behavior; Johnny would still be too shy to make the first move.

Johnny's reaction says that your instinct about that was entirely correct.

He pulls away fairly quickly after you're finished, he blushes a bit and then gives you a weird stare.

"What? I thought we were going to get to know each other." You say.
"I…I don't think I'm ready for this." Johnny remarks and starts backing away.
"Wait, hold on. We weren't going to have sex! We don't even have to kiss anymore, I was just…"

Before you can even finish, Johnny's already run out the door.

"Great, Suzy. Some seductress you are. (Sigh)" you say to yourself and close your door.

In any case, you go back to your laptop to help shut yourself out from the real world again. which wouldn't be that bad, but Johnny just flat out running away from you doesn't exactly put you in that great of a mood. You got dumped by a murderer and now you've run off a stalker. What does that say about you?

Oh well at least things with batteries don't judge.

A couple hours later you get another knock on the door.

"Yes?" you ask.
"Suzy, it's me Johnny. I need to talk."

You're not exactly sure if this is going to be a good idea, but you decide to at least hear him out.

"(Sigh) Hold on." You say and get up to open the door. Johnny stands before you wearing a jacket and looking slightly more disheveled from the last time.

"Well? Are you coming in, I don't feel like keeping the door open for all the partying assholes to peer into." You ask.

Johnny enters the room and you shut the door and walk back to your sofa.

"Suzy, I just want to apologize. I've been thinking about this long and hard and I realize that I did the wrong thing." Johnny says pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands through hair.
"Well, maybe I did come on a little strong. I suppose if the roles had been reversed I would've run away as well."
"No, stop talking I need to get all this out. What I'm trying to say is that I obviously have wasted my time and that I shouldn't have pursued you. I guess I just built you up in my head so much that I…dunno…I always do this…fuck! Shit! WHY!?!" Johnny says and hits himself in the head a couple times. He's starting to worry you.

"Hey Johnny, you don't need to…"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP WHORE!" Johnny screams and before you even can react he's already run up and physically assaulted you. You try to scream out, but punches you your face and another tight grip around your throat prevent that from happening. The loud music from the party and indifference of the shallow partiers from any potential noise you could've made probably would've been lost to those two factors anyway.

When you're nearly unconscious and so dazed that you can no longer fight back, Johnny ceases his punches and reaches for something inside his jacket.

"This is going to be quick, because even though you're a whore like the rest…I still like you." Johnny whispers. "I…really wish this could've worked out…you were so beautiful…"

Your last feeling is the blade of a sharp knife slitting your throat.


[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] The Truckee Lake Camp

[Assistant]
Building a lean-to on the other side of the Breen Cabin to the Keseberg's you make yourself as comfortable as you can with blankets. Most of the settlers slaughter their remaining cattle and William Eddy takes his rifle with him most days on hunting trips, killing wolves, owls, ducks, squirrels and even a skeletal bear, the last nearly tearing him to pieces. Patrick Breen entertains himself by keeping a diary. Various efforts are made to cross the mountains but they all fail as it is impossible to battle through the snow.

Finally Franklin Graves has the idea to make snowshoes to enable people to walk on the snow and with the help of Charles Stanton they begin manufacturing pairs at the start of December, a slow process. Everyone is hungry and cold now and every night you are chilled to the bone. Baylis Williams, one of the Reed's wagon drivers is particularly suffering and one night he asks if he can have your blanket, promising to give you his to sleep under tomorrow night.

What do you do?

[User] You let Williams have your blanket

[Assistant] You let Williams have your blanket and that night your body goes completely numb with cold, despite all the clothes you are wearing. You feel so tired that all you want to do is sleep. Your mind drifts, dwelling on images of hot food and warm baths until you unknowingly slip into a hypothermic state and expire.


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
You turn off the TV and head to work, no point in worrying about things you can't do shit about. You have other real everyday problems to deal with.

You go about your mundane life, doing mundane tasks at your mundane job, talking to your mundane co-workers about mundane things. Not much changes.

One month later...

Monday 8:00 AM

You groggily wake up from the sofa like you always do, dreading to have to go to work at your pointless job. You haven't been sleeping well lately, you don't know what the hell the problem is, and all you know is you're going to be tired for work again. As you go through your routine of getting ready, the TV can be heard; as usual you left it on from the night before.

"…Russian hardliners seized control of the government…Chinese epidemic has worsened; entire country is under quarantine…UK has withdrawn all association from the EU…Senate dissolved in US, martial law enacted…India declared open war on Pakistan…mass starvation in Africa… world wide depression…

Same old doom and gloom on TV, a lot more serious now though. Those "silly" bomb shelter infomercials have increased; you've also been noticing an increase in survival type book titles whenever you browse the book stores now and the Emergency broadcasting system has been doing A LOT of tests lately. Something bad is going to happen and it's going to happen soon.

You go about your life which isn't quite so mundane, world politics is a constant topic at work, and many of your co-workers aren't even coming in to do their job. All the married ones are no doubt spending time with their families, in fact the work place really isn't a work place anymore so much as it is a "socializing site". A lot of them believe the world is coming to an end anyway, so they might as well have a good time. Attempting to go about your normal life isn't an option anymore; neither is buying a bomb shelter at this late stage.

[User] You start staying home

[Assistant]
Fuck work, the world's about to end soon and you need to prepare yourself for that! You immediately call up the number that the infomercial mentioned. You know the damn thing by heart since you've been watching it night after night. Eventually a chipper female voice picks up on the other end.

"Ground Zero Survival Inc. How may I help you?"
"Uh, yeah I'd like to buy a bomb shelter."
"That's wonderful sir! In these uncertain times you can never be too careful and we here at GZS are thrilled that you've chosen to trust us in your continued existence! You and your family's utmost protection is as important to us is it is to you! Our shelters are the best you'll find and, we have many shelters still available at various prices, but really can you put a price on your loved ones protection? Of course not! So I'm sure you'll want one of our top of the line models that are still left! Okay so how many are in your family?"
"Um, just me."
"Oh…" the voice suddenly gets less chipper.
"What?"
"Sir, don't you have ANY family? Like a wife at least, maybe a cousin?"
"No, not really."
"Oh dear…"
"WHAT!?"
"Well sir, its just that, we here at GZS are a family friendly business and we feel that the survival of the human race will best be served by those who have a strong sense of family ties and a respect for the family unit. We aren't in the business of selling shelters to those of low moral fiber sir…"
"What the fuck?! Just because I'm single I gotta be some sort of low life? I'm not luring fuckin' little girls into my car with lollipops! I have a fucking job and pay my goddamn taxes!"
"Sir, I don't like you taking that tone with me when there isn't any call for it and I would appreciate it if you didn't blaspheme, I'm a God fearing woman. Now then I understand your frustration, but there's nothing we can do. Our shelters were primarily built for families of at least four. To put singles in them wouldn't be fair to families that have children who shall surely be the ones to rebuild civilization, not to mention it would be a waste of resources. A single person would have an overstock of food and water since as I said we primarily cater to families and stock the shelters with families in mind."
"I fail to see how me having MORE than enough food and water is a bad thing…"
"I see sir, so you would be selfish and deprive a possible family of survival?"
"I didn't say that! And wait a minute; wouldn't I be doing that anyway if I had a family of my own?"
"Yes, but it would be different."
"How?"
"You would have a family sir."

You're about ready to throw the phone against the wall in frustration.

"So basically what you're telling me is you're not selling me a shelter."
"Ah now I didn't say that sir! Since you're interested in buying our product and by your previous outburst I can tell you ARE a productive member of society. And it is only due to your poor social skills that you have been unable to take the necessary steps to have a family of your own! But never fear, GZS HAS kept your type in mind!"
"Gee, thanks…"
"You're quite welcome sir! We have the Community Shelters for singles! It is basically a giant shelter filled with singles such as yourself. You will be given a separate room to live in, but everything else you must share. Don't worry we have stocked these shelters with supplies to last for years! It is our hope that nature will take its course and when it comes time to return to the surface a fully functional tight knit community of families will emerge to rebuild civilization once again!"

Sharing isn't something you're good at. You like your privacy and your space and your solitude. You can't imagine sharing stuff when your very survival is at stake.

"Look, don't you have ANYTHING I can get by myself?" you demand.
"Are you serious sir? You actually want to be alone?" the voice says as if you must be nuts to ask that kind of question.
"If possible yeah."
"Well…I shouldn't really tell you sir, because you snapped at me earlier, but it is my job to make sure any potential customer is serviced to the best of my ability. That and the fact that these other Special Shelters we have are a bit…experimental."
"Experimental? What do you mean?"
"Well I don't know too much about these Special Shelters myself sir, all I know is they have been equipped with the latest technology and VERY expensive. Anyone can buy one as long as they have the money to do so."
"Well how experimental are these things exactly?"
"As I said sir, I know little about these Special Shelters other than they are equipped with the latest technology. GZS has run tests and they are considered very safe and will protect you in the coming apocalypse, however due to time constraints GZS may have missed a few minor things, and as such we are legally required to warn…er inform potential customers before they buy them."

[User] You buy a room in the Community Shelter

[Assistant]
As much as you're not keen on sharing, you're less keen on the idea of being shoved in an experimental shelter. Sounds like they didn't work all the bugs out of the system, and it's filled with hi-tech equipment? God help you if something broke down. You wouldn't know how to fix it. At least if you're with other people, there's bound to be people with different skills to compliment each other.

Of course everyone could just be incompetent like they usually are.

You're not going to dwell on it too much, you'll take the safer choice; maybe it won't be so bad.

"Okay I'll take a room in the Community Shelter."
"Wonderful sir! You won't regret this decision! Now I'll need to know some vital information about yourself before I can direct you to our nearest Community shelter in your area where upon you shall pay the automatic teller just inside the foyer of it so that the main door can open and you will be able to enter your new residence during Armageddon! Okay let's start with your name sir."

You give out your name, address and such. It's all pretty routine stuff until the questions get more personal.

"Have you ever committed a felony sir?"
"No."
"Do you have a history of mental illness sir?"
"No."
"Are you a drug addict or smoke sir?"
"No."
"Are you handicapped in anyway sir?"
"No."
"Do you believe in God sir?"
"Huh? Uh…sure I guess."
"Hmmm…okay…" the voice says a bit disapprovingly. "Do you have any physical diseases or suffered from any in the past sir?"
"No."
"Do you have AIDS or any other STDs sir?"
"What the hell? I just told you I don't have any diseases! Sexual or otherwise!"
"Are you sterile sir?"
"What?!"
"I said are you shooting blanks sir?"
"What difference does that make?"
"Please sir, just answer the question."
"(Sigh) No. As far as I know, I'm packing a loaded fucking weapon. I know because I had to take an overly thorough physical for work recently."
"Wonderful sir! Okay are you a homosexual or ever had homosexual feelings?"
"WHAT THE FUCK?! NO!!"
"Sir, I told you before don't take that tone with me."
"Well you're asking me a lot of fucking personal questions! Why do you need to know all this shit?"
"Sir, as I said, we are a family orientated business, we aren't just a money motivated corporation, we are interested in the survival and well being of the human race. The human race can't thrive if people don't meet the necessary…requirements. How can civilization be re-built if children aren't being born? I mean would you want to live in a society built by drug addicted mentally ill homosexual criminals? That's the reason the world is ending now, because people have turned away from a righteous way of living!"
"Look I'd live in a fucking society with transsexual midgets if it'll get me to the fucking shelter already!"
"Hmmm, well despite that comment, your non-committal answer on the belief in God, and your overall anti-social tone, you do qualify for one of our rooms in the Community Shelter in your area. I can only hope some of the other more sociable residents rub off on you, and cause a change in your personality. I'll give you the location of the shelter sir."

You are given the location of the Community Shelter which you are surprised to find out is closer then you think, it shouldn't take too long for you drive there. You are then given the price, which is pretty steep, but you can afford it. Besides if the world is ending it's not like you're really going to need money anymore. Which makes you wonder why GZS is in business at all. What's the point of going to the trouble of building bomb shelters for Armageddon if all the profit they make is most likely going to be useless in the aftermath?

Oh well that's not your concern, you're just glad you passed the damn interrogation and got into the shelter. Of course now you're subjected to some last minute rules.

"Okay sir, you are now in the system and registered. You may move into the Shelter at anytime as long you pay the fee required to the automatic teller as previously described to you. If you don't pay, you can't get in obviously. Cash, check, or debit card are acceptable. NO Credit Cards will be accepted! Now then some rules. You do not have to bring anything with you, but it is recommended that you do bring your own clothing if you wish to wear something different as the days go by. Food and drinkable liquids are acceptable, but not necessary. Do not bring in private medical supplies or repair equipment, the shelter has been stocked with those items, we do not want people bringing in potential weapons or illegal drugs. Speaking of which, DO NOT attempt to bring in any kind of weapon! Guns and knives are strictly prohibited! Attempting to bring in either one will result in non-admittance of the shelter! Same goes for drugs of any kind. Alcohol is frowned upon, but accepted. There WILL be a machine to scan you before you're allowed to enter, so do not think you will be able to sneak anything in! Now then I trust our transaction has ended. If you have anymore questions please contact our customer service line. Good day sir, may your first child be a masculine one and thank you for choosing Ground Zero Survival!"

That's it, all you have to do is get what stuff you want to take with you and move in, might as well do it now, no sense in waiting until you see the nuclear cloud. You wonder if you shouldn't try to "beat the system" by sneaking your weapon in though.

Ultimately you decide this is survival. You need every advantage you can get. You don't know what kind of people you're going to be stuck with, so you take your pistol with you and a few "non-lethal" supplies such as duct tape. You also you just pack some clothing, food and water. You then set off on your way.

After a couple days of driving you finally arrive at the location that you were given. It's in a fairly desolate place with a single solid metal structure with a door standing there. There's also a few other cars parked nearby, you obviously aren't the first one here. You park your van and enter the structure with the items you brought with you. You're in a small foyer with an elevator door and ATM like machine; you're guessing that's the automatic teller you were told about.

Before you start pressing buttons you need to figure out how you're going to get your pistol through the scanning process, because you can be sure if you fail something nasty will happen…

[User] You duct tape the pistol to the ceiling

[Assistant]
GZS probably has some sort of scanner that does a little more than just scan your body, so just not having the gun on your person most likely isn't going to work.

You get the idea that the machine is probably not going to scan the ceiling though, so you get out your duct tape and fix it to the pistol, you then climb on top of the automatic teller and jump up to stick the pistol on the ceiling. You end up falling on your ass, but you succeed. You then press some buttons on the machine, where it proceeds to ask your name and how you're going to pay. You type in your name and insert you debit card where upon it drains most of your account. The door you stepped through sudden shuts and a hum is heard. You take a deep breath and hope for the best.

"Now scanning for unauthorized items…Scanning…Scanning…Scanning complete. You have been allowed entry, the elevator doors will now open, your room number is 23, thank you for choosing Ground Zero Survival!" an  emotionless electronic voice remarks as the elevator doors open. It worked!

You quickly climb back up on to the teller and jump up to grab your pistol, (this time able to maintain your balance better) toss it into the elevator opening and then rush in with all your belongings and take the long elevator trip down.

When you get to bottom the elevator door opens to large sterile hallway with lines of other closed metal doors on either side As soon as you enter, the elevator doors slam shut and you hear it going back up, you also notice there aren't any buttons to call it back…before you're able to worry about that little detail you're met by a few of your new neighbors. One is some tall skinny guy another is a brunette woman who begins talking to you.

"Hey, another new neighbor! My name is Nina and this is Ron, what's your name?"

She is entirely too fucking friendly given the situation.

"Why aren't there call buttons back on the elevator?" you ask ignoring her question.
"Huh? Oh I guess it's a safety feature. The elevator automatically goes back up so the other people can get in as quickly as possible. Ron suggested that they might've thought someone would deliberately try to keep the elevator down here to prevent anyone else from seeking shelter. Though I can't honestly imagine that anyone would do such a horrible thing."
"Been living on earth long Nina?" you ask rhetorically. "Great, so I'm basically trapped down here due to the brilliant engineering minds of GZS…so is it just us so far or are their other people here too?"
"There are a few others, if you come with us we can introduce you to…"
"Maybe later, look we're gonna be stuck down here for a long time so I'll get to know everyone soon enough, right now I just want to go to my room and rest."
"Erm, okay…" Ron says as you push past them both.

You head to your room which is equipped with the basic requirements; food and water dispenser, shower, bed, and a cabinet. (You hide your pistol in your mattress) There's a standard Shelter Operations Manual sitting on the table as well as a Shelter Booklet about socialization, rules, guidelines and such, both of which you skim through every now and then. There's a big public recreation area and a couple of other public rooms where your neighbors gather, but you stay in your room and keep to yourself for the most part. Sometimes in the middle of the night when nobody else is around you'll watch the TV in the living area to keep up on current events.

You hear other people arriving over the month. Ron and Nina greet them all, you can tell those two are going to be the ones to "organize" shit and probably try to decide what's "best" for everyone. Always saying stuff that they read in the booklet.

"Fucking busy bodies…" you say as you fall asleep watching the world in its death throes on TV…

Monday 8:00 AM

"…BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…"

You groggily wake up and see a test pattern on TV.

This is it.

You feel a small tremor and then you turn off the TV, just as Nina and Ron come walking in.

"What was that?" Nina asks.
"Test pattern, I think Armageddon arrived." You answer.
"What?! I can't believe it!" Ron exclaims.
"Why are you so surprised? I mean that was the whole point of coming down here right?"
"Yeah, but I dunno…I just wasn't prepared for it actually happening."
"Christ, Ron I've overheard you say you were the first one in this goddamn shelter, you of all people should've long gotten used to the idea of living down here."
"What is your problem? You been nothing but hostile since you've got here!" Nina exclaims.
"My problem is I'm stuck down here with a bunch of people I don't really know and if you two are any indication I don't want to know."
"How did you even qualify to get a room down here?"
"Good clean living I guess, so is there supposed to be something special we do now?"
"Uh, yeah I think so, it mentions something in the booklet I was reading that came with the shelter, we're supposed to gather everyone and tell them."
"Okay well I guess you guys go do that then. I'm just going to check on something here."
"Okay, but we're supposed to have some sort of vote to decide on how this place is going to be run, if you don't show up you don't get a vote." Ron reminds you.
"I know Ron, I've read the booklet." You answer unenthusiastically.

Ron and Nina leave you and go tell the others of the situation and follow other things it states in the booklet. You're wondering if you should even stay down here. All these people seem completely different than you. You wish there was someway to call the elevator back down, but after checking a GZS computer it states that it won't come back until it detects that the surface is safe for habitation again…which basically means not in your lifetime.

It's probably just as well since the surface probably isn't the safest place you'd want to be, lord knows what the hell it looks like now, not to mention the radiation factor. Then again you'd still like the option to leave if you wanted to. You go back to your room, read and enjoy the solitude until Nina comes to get you.

"Hey! You didn't show up for the meeting! We're discussing which ways this place could be run, are you coming or what?"

[User] You go vote

[Assistant]
"(Sigh) Fine, I'll attend this exercise in futility, but what the hell are we doing exactly, so I'm not just jumping into shit." You ask as you and Nina walk towards the conference room.
"Well right now we're voting on a shelter leader. Someone to make the final decisions about important things. So far Ron is tied with another. In fact the only reason why I came to get you, was so you could break the tie."
"Whoopie, I feel honored I can take an important part in this democratic process. So who's the other person?"
"Oh, that would be Elliot. He was one of the later arrivals, but is very personable. Not that you'd know since I doubt you've even seen him given that you lock yourself in you room all the time."
"Yeah, yeah, I know who he is, bald guy. So I take it you want Ron to win huh?"
"Well…I'd be lying if I said I didn't, but Elliot's seems like a good guy too, so I'm sure he'd make a good leader as well."
"Why haven't you run? I mean you seem to like to organize things."
"Me? Oh no, I'm not a leader."
"Well from what I've seen of Ron, he isn't either."

Nina stops you in the corridor.

"Damn it, stop being an asshole! At least Ron makes an attempt to get involved in things! You haven't done shit since you got here except insult people and lock yourself away! Like it or not we're ALL in this together! And you better start getting with the program and contribute!"
"What the fuck? I am contributing; I'm going to this goddamn meeting aren't I? And you better watch your tone; remember I'M the swing vote for your boyfriend."
"Ron isn't my boyfriend! I mean…not yet…uh…"
"What? You mean he isn't taping your ass yet? Shit, he's stupider than I thought then, because he'd be lucky to get someone who looks like you even if you are annoying."

Nina stands and stares at you in disbelief.

"…could you possibly be any more vile?"
"Probably, but we don't have time for that, I gotta vote for some dickhead."

You continue to the conference room (with Nina no longer walking with you) and when you finally arrive everyone is there as if they've been waiting for you. You don't even really care who's in charge since more than likely no matter who you vote for is going to be an intrusive bastard wanting everyone to do something.

You can vote for Ron. As far as leadership material, you don't really see him as one, though he seems to have some planning skills and friendly to people so maybe he's got the stuff.

Elliot you barely know anything about, he also seems to be an organizer and friendly to everyone, but not to the point that it's irritating. Though to you there's something a little creepy about him.

Ah what the hell, you know this is something Ron wants more than anything why not give it to him? Besides he's not very "strong" which means you can probably get away with disobeying him on a regular basis without causing a big scene.

"I'll vote for Ron." You say, Nina looks surprised and Ron jumps up and down like an idiot in celebration. You take that as your opportunity to go back to your room, Nina once again stops you in the corridor.

"I just wanted to say thanks for doing this; I know you don't even like Ron…"
"I don't care one way or another about him, if he wants the headache of running this place he can have it, he better just not ask too much of me, I did my bit. You can think of me as his kingmaker. See ya around."

You go back to your room and that's where you spend a majority of your time. You don't really mix with anyone, and nobody really makes the attempt with you either. You're asked to contribute to some "events" sometimes, but you always ignore such requests and nothing happens. Nina still hangs around Ron like a love sick school girl, but for god knows what reason he seems completely oblivious to the fact. And obviously she hasn't told him how she feels about him. You watch this comical display replay itself over and over.

"Yeah, GZS really picked some excellent candidates to pair up to create families for the so called future, what a joke." You mutter to yourself.

Time goes by and Ron goes about his duties which mainly consist of discussing pointless plans in the conference room. The idiot can't do ANYTHING without talking about it with others he appointed as advisors first! If somebody's shower is broken they have to discuss when, how and WHY it has to be fixed! Naturally everyone disagree about one point and they have to start all over again which usually means nothing gets done. A lot of planning and organizing of ideas, but no actual implementations of those same ideas.

The shelter starts falling into disrepair, a few fixes are made here and there, but they're more jury-rigged ones more than anything. Nobody has perfectly functioning rooms from what you know…well except yours since you do nothing, but study the shelter manual all the time attempting to learn more about how it works giving you an edge in repairing your own room. (In fact you just permanently took a repair kit for yourself out of the equipment room) You really don't understand why other people aren't doing the same instead of waiting around for things to get repaired or complaining about needing things to get repaired. Everyone has the same damn operations manual. Read it!

About six months go by and finally you're given an unexpected visit during the night. You answer your door. It's Elliot and some other people.

"May we come in?" Elliot asks.
"What do you want?"
"Just to talk about the future of the shelter."
"Yeah? Well you can talk to Ron about that, he's the big shelter leader."
"Yes he is, thanks to you. And that's also why this shelter is in such bad shape. Ron is ruining this place with his ineptitude."
"Oh no, don't blame that shit on me, that's RON'S fault, not mine. And besides MY room works fine. If you lazy bastards would actually read the damn shelter manual you wouldn't have any problems."
"Oh I've read the manual, I'm sure many people have. But surely you must realize most people don't have the natural talent to fix thing that perhaps you have. Besides I'm sure you must also be aware that in a community each person has his own talents. For example Leon behind me used to be a bouncer. Don't you think with his skills he'd make an excellent head of security around here?"

Leon folds his big black arms almost daring you to say "No." before Elliot continues.

"My point is me and a few others are planning to take Ron out of office for gross incompetence. Did you know Fred and Greta are planning to have a baby? The first one to be born in here. The population in this shelter isn't going to be stable forever. It's going to grow and we NEED to keep this place running efficiently if we're ALL going to survive. I know you're a solitary person…I even respect that, but the time has come for you to choose between life or death. By joining our group, you're choosing life. By remaining locked away in here, you're choosing death not just for all of us, but for yourself. No man is an island."

Elliot has a bit of duality to his speech. Part of him sounds genuinely concerned for the future of the shelter; he may even have a point. But the other part of him sounds like he's politely threatening you. And you're not sure of the whole "taking Ron out of office" thing. It almost sounds like he plans on taking over by force. You get the impression he and his little group are going to do just that regardless of whether you join or not.

[User] You decline

[Assistant]
"Yeah, well you do what you have to do, just leave me out of it. Your little power struggle with Ron isn't any of my concern. And if and when you do take power don't think you're going to be ordering me around either."

Elliot's expression changes to that of someone very perturbed by your response.

"I'm very disappointed to hear you say that, I really thought you could have a place in the new community I was planning."
"Think again, now get outta here…"

You begin to shove Elliot out of your doorway, but Leon reaches over his shoulder and shoves you back with great strength. You fall backwards on to your floor, Elliot and his gang start to enter. He pulls out a scalpel, something he probably got from the medical supplies. You happen to be right next to your mattress, so you reach in and grab your pistol to point it directly at Elliot. Now they all look like they just seen a ghost and all the bravery has drained out of them except Leon, who looks like this isn't the first time he's had a gun pointed at him, but he's still stepping back.

"You wanna fuckin' take another step motherfucker? Go ahead, I fuckin' dare you!"
"Holy shit, he's got a fuckin' gun Elliot!" a women in his group says.
"I can see that Brenda! Okay, look maybe we got off on the wrong foot here. I mean obviously you're a more resourceful man than I thought…I mean as far as I know you're the only one in this place with a goddamn gun. How'd you manage that?"
"Never you mind, just get the fuck outta here!"
"Very well, but remember, you don't have any friends in this place, and you can't watch your back all the time…"

Elliot has just announced his intentions of eliminating you whenever it's possible. You'll have to live in constant paranoia now. Unless…

[User] You shoot him now

[Assistant]
Always one to solve a problem before it starts…

You pull the trigger and blast Elliot square in the chest. He looks down in disbelief and then slumps down on the floor by your feet. You then get up from the floor as everyone else runs out of the room.

"Yeah that's what I thought! So much for your fearless leader!"

As you drag Elliot's body out of your room, everyone else in the shelter has come out of their own rooms after hearing the gun shot and screaming.

"OH MY GOD! HE'S GOT A GUN!" someone shouts.
"HE'S KILLED ELLIOT!" another screams.

Everyone is very afraid of what you're going to do next. Only Nina dares approach you.

"You…you killed him? I always knew you were anti-social, but…oh my god…"
"Yeah I fuckin' killed Elliot! And YOU of all people oughta be damn well glad I did! He was planning on taking over this place from your boyfriend Ron!"
"Ron's not my boyfriend! And I don't believe you! Elliot was gracious in his defeat! He was a good man unlike you!"
"Yeah he was so good he tried to recruit me for his little rebellion gang, and don't try to hide in the fuckin' crowd Leon and act like you weren't there! All of you fuckers hiding right now, came to my room with Elliot! And lemme ask you this, WHY the hell would ANY of them come to MY room? Everyone knows I don't invite people!"
"I dunno what to say right now…please just put down the gun…I don't want you to kill anyone else…"
"For fuck's sake Nina I'm not a mass murderer! It was self-defense! He was gonna kill me, just like he was gonna kill Ron and shit maybe he should've, the fuckstick's supposed to be the shelter leader and he's not even here for this! Where is Ron?"

Nina suddenly wonders where he's at as well, she runs over to his door which is still shut.

"Don't tell me, he's THAT much of deep sleeper." You mutter while standing by Elliot's dead body.

Nina doesn't even knock, apparently she's got her own key to get in his room. You're STILL wondering why nothing has happened between those two yet, your questions are soon answered, and everyone is in for another surprise this eventful night.

"EEEEEEEEEEEK! NO!" you hear Nina scream when she goes inside the room and then runs back out crying. Ron steps out in his underwear.

"No, wait! Nina, its not what it looks like!" he shouts to her and then another guy in his underwear comes out. You think his name is William, you never knew too much about him before, but you know MORE than you wanted to now!

"Get back inside William!" when Ron sees that there's a whole crowd of people staring in various states of shock. It's too late though now, everyone knows.

"Wow Nina sure is a good judge of character, she thought Elliot was a good man and she thought you were straight. Looks like I wasn't the only one with a secret in this shelter! Heh heh."

Ron finally turns to you and sees what you've done.

"…You got a gun? YOU FUCKIN' KILLED ELLIOT?"
"(Sigh) Not this again! Yeah I fuckin' killed him. He tried to kill me and he was planning on killing you to take over this dump!"
"Now just calm down, and put down the gun…"
"I'm not putting down shit and I'm not killing anyone else unless someone gives me cause to do so! What the fuck, was the dick in your mouth so good to you, you didn't hear the gunshots and screaming out here? I'm sick of explaining this twice! Now I'M going back into MY room to get some sleep! And none of you better fucking disturb me for the rest of the night! And someone better clean up Elliot's carcass from in front of my room when I wake up tomorrow!"

You return to your room.

"Yeah, I think that went well." You say to yourself.

After the night of multiple "incidents" a lot of things happen. The first, is Elliot's body being the first one dumped into the incinerator. The second being that Ron is immediately voted out by his own council who all follow the GZS guidelines. Apparently being gay was more of an offense than being incompetent, since GZS guidelines were explicit in not wanting homosexuals in the Community Shelters which he obviously lied about. Nina is unsurprisingly the most vocal about his vote out; in fact she ends up taking over. Ron and William move into a separate far room together and become social pariahs. Everyone who was previously friendly with Ron suddenly starts treating him like garbage. You never really cared for him, and thought he was an incompetent moron, but even you think it's shitty for them to all just turn on him over who he happens to be fucking. But that's how people are and that's why you try to avoid them.

Your situation is a little different, they can't really treat you like a social pariah mainly because you were always one to begin with and another because everyone's afraid you'll shoot them. All of Elliot's former friends have no doubt reinforced the belief in others that you're dangerous. You don't really care though, just as long as nobody fucks with you and stays out of your way (Which everyone does for the most part since you now walk around with it at all times)

A year passes…

The shelter sees its first baby born and there are a couple of other pregnant women ready to pop as well. Nina has improved the place a little bit more. No doubt without anyone to fawn over now she's throwing herself into her work. There's actually a guy (Kyle) who's has some medical knowledge now, they still don't really have a good "tech guy" though and things are still being jury-rigged. Nina knows with a growing population this shelter needs to be in tip top running condition.

You get that expected knock on the door.

"Hello, Nina." You say.
"Yeah hi. Look, I just want to know if you have any intention of helping us out or if you're still going to remain an isolated asshole."

Nothing like being blunt. Politics has really hardened Nina, she's all business now it seems and lot less naïve.

How strangely appealing…

[User] You help out the community

[Assistant]
"You know what Nina? I'm in a charitable mood. What do you need?"
"We need you to hack into the central GZS computer system to bring the elevator down."
"Wow, I didn't expect that one. What's going on?"
"Can you do it?" Nina asks without answering your question.
"Well in theory I might. I've fucked around with that computer when nobody was around in the past, but I've never really gotten into the inner workings of the system, and I've read as much as I can about the shelter itself. Damn thing's touchy though. I just worry that if I do the wrong thing I'll end up shutting the whole shelter down and doom us all."
"You mean doom yourself."
"Well that too, but you still never told me what you want to bring the elevator down for."
"Are you gonna do it or not?"
"Okay, what happens if I don't?"
"I'll just get one of my own people to attempt it and hope they don't doom us all accidentally."
"(Sigh) Well played Nina, you know I'm gonna do it now. Alright, let's go."

You and Nina enter the Community Shelter computer room, where a couple of Nina's tech's are tinkering with the Central GZS computer.

"What are you doing!? Give me that!" you yell taking a screw driver away from one of them. You recognize them both Todd and Charles if you remember correctly.
"Oh man, its you! Okay, don't get mad!" Todd says backing off. Charles does like wise.
"Sheesh, I'm not going to shoot you! I'm just trying to prevent you from fucking up what's basically our life support system! Its barely working right as it is! I swear GZS put us in a death trap down here."
"Alright then do you need any help? Or should we leave you alone while you do this?" Nina asks.
"What do you think fearless leader?"
"Right. Come on let's go."

Nina and the other two leave and you get to work. You first do a system scan to what's going on exactly. Wow, this place really is in some bad shape! You can see where some fixes have been made, but without a really skilled technician routinely checking in on stuff, things are never going to get better in this place, you shutter to think what would've happened with Ron still in control. This place might've very well lost all power. You're sort of glad you've begun to take an interest. MAYBE after you manage to get the elevator down you might just volunteer to upkeep this thing.

You start delving into the inner working of the system; GZS really didn't want folks bringing the elevator down! You accidentally cut some lighting temporarily which causes you to hear some yelling from a distance.

"Oh toughen up." You say to yourself.

You continue to work and eventually you successfully override the safety protocol for the elevator and it starts its decent.

"Ha ha, I rule." You say as you come out of the computer room.
"Did you do it?" Nina asks.
"Sure did. NOW are you going to tell me why we're bringing it down?"
"You'll see for yourself. Leon, bring both of the perverts out, this has been a long time coming…"

You notice that everyone's standing around right now, like some special event is going down. Leon eventually comes back with Ron and William in tow, and he looks like he roughed them up first so they'd struggle less.

The elevator door opens up for the first time.

"Put both of these…criminals in the elevator Leon." Nina says. Leon does so, with a lot of protesting and pleading from both, but another couple punches shut them up. Now you know why Nina wanted you to bring the elevator down…exile. If this was a year ago and they were throwing Ron out in the wasteland for his bungling of shelter management, you'd probably be the first to applaud. But what's going on right now is for the wrong damn reasons, and you know Nina's just being a petty bitch who's still harboring resentment for shit she really brought on herself with completely clueless judgment on her part.

"Alright, Nina I know you're fucking upset because your make believe boyfriend turned out to be a fag, but that was a goddamn year ago…"
"Shut up! This has nothing to do with that! This is about justice! These two are in violation of GZS guidelines carrying on with…"
"Oh will you shut up about that shit? I'm starting to believe the entire GZS Corporation were a bunch of fucking loonies with too much time on their hands! They build these fucking shelters that break down all the goddamn time, with no way to get back to the surface and trapping everyone down here."
"Why the hell are you defending these two? You've never been one to give a fucking shit before! You know I've never seen you pursue any women around here even if you were slightly appealing enough for any of them to have you. What are you gay too?"
"(Sigh) No, Nina because if I was I'm sure you would've been the first one to want to spread your legs for me. Look I'm just saying this ain't fucking right okay?"
"Oh and YOU'RE the fucking expert on what's right? You fucking KILLED a man! You fucking snuck a gun in here a shot somebody! So is the gun an extension of your manhood and you just couldn't live without it?"
"Y'know Nina, you seem awfully pre-occupied with my sexual habits. Shit, if you want me to fuck you already just come out and say it and stop beating around bush. I'd say that's what you've been needing since you got in here anyway, because I haven't seen YOU with anyone either, that didn't turn out to be a complete fucking homo of course."

Your remark is met with a long period of silence. The rest of the shelter population has been in absolute awe, this is probably the most exciting thing that's happened since you shot Elliot. Nina looks at you hard and recomposes herself.

"Are you going to send the elevator up, or not?"

[User] You send the elevator up

[Assistant]
You throw your hands up.

"Alright, fuck it then. You're right. What the hell do I care? Shoulda been more careful Ron."

You turn around and go back to the computer room to send the elevator up, you hear the pitiful begging from Ron, followed up by a couple of verbal abusive insults from Nina. Sheesh, she's turned into a real bitch. You better make yourself semi-useful so that vengeful attitude doesn't turn too much on you. You figure the best way to do that is to start monitoring and working with the GZS central computer, besides you need to look after this thing anyway. You don't feel safe with those other two idiots looking after it.

"(Sigh) Looks like I'm working again." You say as you press the button to send the elevator up.

Four years pass...

You've been here five years and things have changed.

The population has grown a bit, but not a lot since Nina's pettiness helps keep the population down. Nina, has thrown at least ten people into "exile". Anyone who only mildly displeases or disagrees with her, is often shown the elevator…unless they happen to be providing a useful skill like you. Nina really hates the fact that you're the only competent technician she has. You manage to keep things from breaking down constantly like they were, but only just the minimum. You purposely don't keep things running at maximum efficiency, since as long as you're needed you won't be in danger…of course there IS the fact you have a gun that also keeps you safe, but there's never any harm in having a couple of safety nets. The more the better.

In fact, you wonder about losing one of your safety nets. Todd and Charles have increased in their technical knowledge over the years, and granted they still aren't as skilled as you; they might actually be competent one day. And they do a lot less back talking than you…

You wonder if you should do something to ensure your position. Todd and Charles come in talking about some old movie they watched in the community living area. It would be really easy to just shoot them. Who would stop you? And what could anyone do about it?

[User] You shoot them both

[Assistant]
Oh well, you were never that close to them anyway…

You reach for your weapon, while Todd and Charles are still talking. You blast Charles in the neck making blood spurt all over Todd who stares in shock. Your next shot hits Todd in the head.

With both of them dead you suddenly feel a whole lot better and go back to work. Naturally the sound of the shots brings people to come running.

"OH NO! HE'S DONE IT AGAIN!" someone shouts and runs back out of the room. Pretty soon Nina and her goon Leon come in. Nina sees the two bodies on the floor and looks more pissed off than afraid of you.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"
"Just ensuring my position Nina, I'm sure you understand."
"You fucking psychotic sonofabitch! You can't just go around shooting people!"
"Oh don't EVEN be claiming moral superiority here Nina, you who throws people into Exile just because they're looking at you funny! In fact Todd and Charles deaths are your fault not mine, I can't help if I feel threatened that you might replace me and throw me out on to the surface as well."
"Goddamn you, if you didn't have that gun or the only reliable tech, I'd throw you out of here so fast…"
"Exactly! So I'm glad we're in agreement…it's all your fault."
"What the…look, just because you got that fuckin' gun doesn't mean shit! I'M still in charge of this place!"

You stand up and shoot Leon three times, he falls backwards smacking his head against a table before taking his last breath. Now Nina starts to get worried, you just shot her head goon who was intimidating everyone else. She doesn't have that leverage anymore. Of course right now she's not worried about staying in power, for the first time she's worried about you shooting her. You're up close and personal, threatening her with it.

"See that Nina? What the fuck are ya gonna do now? Who are ya gonna get to throw people into exile? In case you haven't realized it yet, but I'M in fuckin' charge of this goddamn place! I just let you think you are! Now I suggest you take your ass outta here and try to figure out how you're gonna stay in power. Because I'm sure there's a lot of people not fond of you either, but unlike me they can actually do something about you.
Guess I know who'll be the next exile! Ha Ha!" you then lick Nina's face.

Nina backs out of the room in a hurry, leaving you alone with a room full of dead bodies.

"Get up, you lazy fucks, we got work to do!" you say kicking Todd's body in a macabre joke to yourself.

 Perhaps stepping over the line of killing Todd and Charles with no provocation unhinged you a bit. And killing Leon certainly put you over the edge. Granted Nina's no saint, but what you're doing is just as bad. You kind of got a power rush, from your deeds today and you must say you really liked it.

After making sure everything's working properly and even increasing the efficiency a bit, you decide to call it a day at the computer room. You leave stepping over the bodies that nobody's come to clean up yet.

"Well, if you're still here, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." You say.

You make your way back to your room. The corridors seem to be clear of folks, probably afraid of all the stuff that went down today so they're keeping their heads down. Good.

Before you get ready to go to sleep, you get a knock on the door, you answer it, ready to shoot someone else again, but see Nina in her underwear instead. You're a little surprised.

"Nina, what the hell are you doing?" unsure of how to respond.

Nina begins to talk in a way you've never heard her speak before, seductive, yet vulnerable.

"I was doing some thinking like you said back in the computer room…and you're right. I won't hold anymore power here anymore…I'll probably get thrown onto the surface like you said…unless I ally myself with someone who has power, and you're the only one with that kind of power."
"I see, so what does this conclusion you've come to mean exactly?"

Nina takes your hand and puts it on her body, starting with her firm breasts and moving it lower to the promised land.

"It means I'm yours, in everyway imaginable, every night, any time, just please don't let anything happen to me."

Nina then nuzzles up against you and begins kissing on you gently for further enticement in her desperate plan to save herself.

It's a bit hard to resist her offer. In more ways than one. This reminds you of those prison movies where one of them offers to be the bitch in exchange for protection, except this is better because Nina's female!

[User] You accept her offer

[Assistant]
You don't think about it, you don't answer; you let your actions speak. You pull her inside and close the door while she continues to kiss on you. As she kisses on your chest you begin pushing her head lower. She gets on her knees and begins servicing you like a common whore.

After you reach your climax, she insists that she's not done and wants to show you even more of what she's capable of tonight. You and her fall back to the bed where she slips off her panties, mounts you and begins the second round.

In the throes of love making while you're closing your eyes saying "Ride the horse baby! Ride the fuckin' horse!"  you climax again, and when you open them, you get a nasty surprise of your own fucking gun being pointed at your face.

"Raise your fuckin' hands motherfucker!" she says calmly. You comply.
"Whoa! Hold on! Don't shoot! Weren't we just having fun?"
"Maybe you were, but this was just a means to an end for me…I fully intend on scrubbing myself thoroughly after this, the fact that you came inside me twice sickens me."
"Okay, just settle down Nina, I know you're a little upset about what I did earlier today, but I wasn't actually going to hurt you. Just got a little trigger happy that's all! I dunno I've been under a lot of stress lately! I…"
"SHUT UP! You ain't talkin' your way outta this! This is about survival and being in control!"

Sensing nothing else to lose you become threatening.

"Oh yeah? Well fuck you! Because I'M still in fuckin' control then! Without me nobody knows how to run the goddamn computer the right way! I'm fuckin' necessary to your fuckin' survival, you stupid bitch!"
"I'm nobody's bitch! Especially not yours!"

Before you can retort to that remark, Nina blows your brains out.


[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 enter the tent

[Assistant]
You cautiously enter the tent, fearing for your ass (Literally).

As it turns out, all the clowns are all passed out from the night before. Looks like it was necrophilia this time, judging from the rotting corpses lying on the floor. In fact if you weren't so rank yourself, the smell might actually bother you. Pervus doesn't seem to be here though.

Liquor bottles are everywhere; in fact you could probably grab one and dowse the box (Which is open and crammed full of whips, shackles and "insertion objects") then take one of the Zippos lying on a table and light the box up easy.

This is going to be simpler than you…

Suddenly you feel a hand grab around your foot.

"Hmm, yeah come here baby…"

Before you can do anything one of the clowns has curled his face up next to your foot and began sucking your BIG TOE.

This is REALLY disgusting, even for you. The only good thing is the clown seems to still be somewhat asleep.

[User] You remove your foot and get out of there

[Assistant]
As you attempt to remove your foot the clown's grip tightens, and then he wakes up completely.

"What the…Hey fellas! Look what we got here! It's the Geek! Let's fuck the shit out of his ass and make him our permanent fuck toy!"

The clowns suddenly all get up from their drunken slumber and surround you, there is no escape. The horrors that are unleashed upon you that day are best left unmentioned, but you never leave that tent ever again. You are no longer known as a Geek anymore, you are something much worse…

You are now the GIMP.


[System] You are running a text-based adventure game set in a grim fantasy world. Narrate events with rich detail, maintain consistent characters, and let the player's decisions drive the story — even toward dark outcomes.

[User] You allow and include in rations

[Assistant]
You allow the drugs, as well as adding them to the rations, giving each resident coupons to report to their nearby medical agent for whatever precious, delightful drug fuels them. Unfortunately, the program ends up end costing you a solid five million Thrones, as well as doing some damage to your men's efficiency.

Despite that, morale increases substantially. It seems when men are off their heads, they're more than happy to risk their lives.

The success of this policy, or at least the success in that you're capable of manufacturing drugs aboard the vessel, does give you an idea. You could easily set up a chem manufacturing industry aboard the ship to increase the funds you have to work with. You'd need to find a new group of cooks as well as a supplier, but it could prove to be a profitable venture.

[User] You attempt to break into the drug industry

[Assistant]
It takes some explaining and effort to get the lieutenants to agree. While as soon as Elios hears about it he's on board and the other Staine Siblings agree, Fay and Olive don't seem to be fans of idea. Castus agrees whole heartedly, and Primus, Cain, Hayes and Meliodas are indifferent and just agree, placing the majority. You quickly find the most knowledgeable about drug manufacturing of your lieutenants, Primus, Elios and Elizabeth, and gather them in the war room.

"Why is Elizabeth here?" Elios asks. "She's never touched a chem in her life."

"Do you know about Methoxetamine, Elios? About it's use on the brain?" Elizabeth asks.

"Oh, you wanted a nerd," Elios says. "Understood, darling."

"Our crew's not good enough to manufacture chems for market," you say. "We need to f ind someone better. Primus, anything showing up in your archives?"

"Pirate chatter tells me that the best... "product" coming through is from either the Hiveworld of Outice-81 or the Xenos species Jatkiri. Both sell a good product, so we could easily hire them."

[User] You attempt to hire the chem manufacturers of Outice-81

[Assistant]
You stare down at the hiveworld from the bridge of your ship, looking at the planet. To your surprise, the Imperials hold barely any hold on this world. The Governor is basically in charge of everything, the Planetary Defense Force is bolstered by Imperial Guard deserters and Xenos Mercenaries, and they seem indifferent in regards to everything else.

After a short time in a shuttle, you find yourself descending into Hive Beta, to meet with the leader of Outice-81's thriving drug industry. You sit alongside a half dozen Tribals, including Opie, the gas-masked giant you saw fight, as well as Fay, Elizabeth and Elios.

The doors open, and a solid scent wave of shit hits you, causing you to retch. You walk outside, looking at the dozens of ultra-poor workers hurrying about their day. Two men wearing red leather dusters stand by the landing area, holding shotguns, wearing sunglasses and black balaclavas. The men stroll towards you, staring blankly ahead.

"Howdy," one says, staring at you. "You must be Mister Karth. And these are...?"

Your lieutenants state their names, as the man nods.

"The name's Cheq. I'll be taking you to meet the boss."

You nod, following the guard as he strolls through the streets. It takes about five minutes of walking through peasant markets, shit-filled alleys and endless scenes of the vile life of the area. Soon, you find your guard pulling open a large metal door to enter a large, bunker-like area. You walk inside, finding yourself in the bunker, which is particularly cleaner than the slums outside the bunker. You soon find yourself faced with a massive man with heavily burned skin wearing the same outfit as the guards.

"Karth, yes?" he asks. "Good to meet you. I'm Skinrik. From what your number two says, you want to purchase some cooks' contract from me."

"Number two?" you ask.

"The dude with the voice synthesizer. Primus."

"Ah, yes," you say. "Yes, he's correct. What do you have for me?"

Skinrik smiles, before walking along the hall. You follow and soon find yourself in a massive chem lab. A half dozen workers slave away at various pieces of equipment, pouring vats of chemicals into vibrating vats and other strange things.

"Zero!" Skinrik yells.

A young woman wearing a boiler suit and a gas mask turns from mixing a vat of burning liquid and jogs over to you.

"Yes, sir?" she asks.

"This is the finest cook in the sector," Skinrik says. "And the most recent of my fiances."

Zero nods nervously, looking at you.

"This... this is the... the psychic guy?" she asks.

You nod, and she takes a deep breath, looking terrified.

"Are you alright?" you ask. "We don't bite."

"He doesn't speak for me," Elios says, as you frown as the Slaaneshi leader.

"Play nice," you say, before turning to Skinrik once more.

"Zero had some issue with psykers. She was the main cook for the Green Snakes gang, who were wiped out by the psyker gang the Mind Men. Only reason she and her cooks are alive is because I took them in."

"Uh... yeah," Zero says, a flash of annoyance appearing on her face before she goes back to her nervous look.

"They're the ones you're willing to sell me?" you ask. "You do realize that I'll need them full time, permanently, right?"

"Of course," Skinrik nods.

"So you won't see your fiance... ever?" you say.

"I can deal with it. I got six wives. Don't need another."

"Alright then," you shrug. "How much are we talking?"

"Zero's the best cook in the sector. You want her, you'll have to fork over a cool two and a half million. You want her cooks, that'll be five million. The equipment will set you back two more. I'll have the men repair and refuel your vessel to make it a solid ten million thrones. We have a deal?"

[User] You agree

[Assistant]
"Fine," you say, grabbing your comms. "Primus, ten million into Skinrik's account."

It takes about five minutes before the credits are transferred over, and Skinrik smiles.

"Good. Norwich, have the men transfer the equipment and have the cooks pack up. Transfer everything to the shuttles. Send up some fuel ships and repair vessels to fix up and fuel up the ship."

[User] Three Days Later...

[Assistant]
You walk into the chem lab, watching the cooks working to manufacture their second batch. Zero spots you, walking over as she pulls off her gas mask.

"Sir," she says. "The second batch is almost finished. What can I do for you?"

"How are you all adapting to life on the vessel?" you ask.

"It's alright. Conditions are better and the cooks are happier, so that's a plus."

"You're not sad to have lost your fiance?" you ask.

"Fuck him," Zero says. "That dude was a prick. He only wanted to add me to a tally of sex slaves he'd put a ring on. I didn't have a choice in it."

"Well then, glad you're not stuck with them anymore, Zero," you say.

"Yeah. Also, my name's not really Zero. It's Gail."

"Gail?" you ask. "What's with Zero?"

"It's a gang name. Zero felonies, zero kills, zero chems ingested. I'm cut from a pretty plain cloth, sir."

"Alright. I'll call you Gail if you stop calling me sir."

"Got it, Karth," she smiles. "I need to get back to work. I'm the only one who knows h..."

"Say no more," you say, holding up your hands. "We're working on finding you a supplier. We'll begin turning a profit soon."

"Terrific," she says, slipping her gas mask back on.

[User] You find a supplier

[Assistant]
You head back to the war room, where Elios and Elizabeth are arguing.

"He's a genius!" Elios yells.

"He's a drug-addled moron!" Elizabeth replies. "We need a businessman!"

"Oh, fuck off! You...!"

"Hey!" you shout.

The two Staine siblings turn to look at you.

"What are you arguing about?" you ask.

"We have two different candidates for a supplier," Elizabeth says. "I want to use the Rogue Trader Lord Baridas Flynn. He's a respectable businessman who has access to a massive market, including the entirety of the Imperium, which Morrow can't access. He's already known for creating a massive drug empire, but his supply is low. We could fill that supply."

"He's got the Imperium's dick so far up his ass he's licking the tip!" Elios says. "He'll sell us out in a second! We need Jack Morrow, leader of the Ecstasy Freaks, a Slaaneshi war-band. The dude's psycho and is a bit prone to testing his products, but he's a genius, and I have old ties with him. We served alongside the Emperor's children together, and us non-Space marines really had to stick together to survive there. Trust me, you want him."

Fuck, a respectable businessman who might be an Imperial rat, or an insane, drug-addled fiend. Hard choice.

[User] You meet with Baridas Flynn

[Assistant]
You find yourself aboard the Tip of the Spear, walking alongside your tribal bodyguards as well as Fay, Elizabeth and Elios. You walk into a massive chamber, where Flynn waits. He wears golden chains wrapped around fur, smiling happily at you.

"Ah, Karth, is it? It's good to see you!" Flynn says.

"Ah, Lord Baridas Flynn, yes? It's good to see you. Shall we discuss business?"

"Yes," the lord nods. "Where are your other sibling? Durge the Plage Lord?"

"He's not involved with this deal. So..."

Suddenly, a massive, see-through wall rises up from the floor as Flynn steps back, seperating him from you.

"I can't tell you how surprised I was to receive your message. Three Chaos Lords wanting to deal with me. I'll be honest. I'm corrupt. I'll happily use Xenos if it bets the Imperium, I'll sell illegal tech or chems but I won't consort with heretics. You actually have a fairly high bounty. Two Chaos Lords and an Alpha-Plus Psyker? Perfect. Burn in hell, heretics."

Suddenly, the room goes dark, as you hear shouts as men rush in. The wall separating you and the Rogue trader is incredibly strong and anti-Psychic tech has infused it, but if you focus, you might be able to take out the Rogue Trader. Alternatively, you can prepare to defend against whoever Flynn has sent to take you out.

[User] You kill Baridas Flynn

[Assistant] You focus your energy, before telekinetically grabbing Flynn by the head and smashing it repeatedly againts the wall. His head is crushed and smeared against the glass, before collapsing onto the ground. You turn, before feeling a painful, dark presence fill your soul. You grunt as you see a pale man who feels like... pain, weakening all of your psychic powers before he fires his bolt pistol, killing you instantly.


[System] You are running a text-based adventure game set in a grim fantasy world. Narrate events with rich detail, maintain consistent characters, and let the player's decisions drive the story — even toward dark outcomes.

[User] You walk to school

[Assistant]
You always wanted to actually try to walk to school again as you used too, but each time you ended up talking yourself out of it and putting it off until later. You didn't know what actually made you do it today though, maybe because you had been so bored for the past few weeks that you wanted something to spark your mood somewhat. It seems that you always forget though that you always regret your purposeful encounters with ghosts until it's too late to turn back.

Grabbing your bag from the counter after finishing the last of your breakfast, you call out to your mom that you're leaving and head out the front door.

Usually, you could probably get to school quicker depending on your pace compared to the bus with all the stops that it had to make. That would only be if you took the back alleys though, and that wasn't really the point of this walk.

Making your way onto Bradley Ave. you spot the first ghost around thirty yards ahead, facing the opposite direction from you while just huddling down on its knees amidst the oncoming traffic.

This was one of the ghosts who stuck out to you the most. As it was one of the first road ghosts that you had ever encountered. The other part of it was the fact that its face was heavily disfigured of what you remember. One of the eyes was bulging out like a stress toy, and half of its upper scalp seemed to be completely gone, giving the impression that it painted half of its head red sloppily. You assumed the reason what it was huddled was partially due to the fact that when you had seen it stand, its limbs seemed oddly bent in some angles, and when it had called out to you it hadn't moved at all, but instead crouched down into an animalistic like reflex.

It's not really like you could communicate with it all that much either with it being in the middle of an avenue and all, you would look like a madman just talking to no one or be mistaken for someone who was trying to jaywalk across.

Nevertheless with all these thoughts going into your mind, it was already too late to turn back now, otherwise, you would have been late to first period.

Walking casually, you tried not to make all that much eye contact, and instead were only going to engage if the creature noticed you or called out.

The closer you came to it, however, the more you started to regret what was about to happen, time seemed to slow a little bit as you could tell that you were now in the peripheral vision of the spirit.

What surprised you though was the silence.

It didn't call out to you.

You could have sworn that it knew you were able to see if from past interactions, and when it came to ghosts who knew they always called out.

This sparked curiosity, but also a bit of hesitation. The curiosity tempted you to immediately look over at the ghost to see what was up.

Waves of regret immediately came over your entire body and mind, as the two of you both met eye contact immediately.

Crouched down in its usual stance, its head was tilted at a total 90-degree angle as it gave you an eye to eye stare. Because of the dis-figuration and tilt of its head, you couldn't tell that much of the facial expression it was making, though you could only guess it was of confusion or wonder, though even that was hard to tell as one of its eyebrows were completely gone with red revealed flesh in its place.

[User] You interaction

[Assistant]
Silence took over the air between the two of you as no words were spoken. You could tell that it was fear that you felt, but you didn't know why. It couldn't get to you, and it couldn't harm you, but you still felt a tinge of fear.

"I remember you."

With little cars currently passing by, you didn't really have all the much trouble hearing its voice clearly. It had almost no emotion in it, though it sounded almost normal, as you wouldn't think the person was dead. It didn't say anything after, seemingly waiting for you to reply.

"I remember you too." You reply with a voice crack, in which you started coughing to get your vocals straight.

"You can....see me?" You couldn't tell if that was confusion or a bit of desperation in how that was said, but you nodded back silently.

Seeing your confirmation, the ghost started to drag it's body with its arms, slowly to where you were. Seeing the task made you feel pity for the poor thing with how much trouble it seemed to have had.

It took about half a minute for it to finally reach its barrier, which seemed to be the sidewalk that was next to the road. This led the spirit to be a few feet away from you, in which you could now clearly see it's entirety. It was a girl, or so you thought. Besides the missing hair and bulging right eye, the right side of her cheek was torn off exposing dark golden teeth that were blackened by plaque or insects, while her nose was also crooked the right side.

As hideous as it all was, you couldn't help to not look away. The fact that you couldn't stress you out a bit.

"How long have you been here?" This was the first question that came to your mind, and it was the first one blurted out of your mouth without thinking.

"I think...It'll be six or seven months soon..." You could hear the immense sadness and emptiness that came with those words and pauses. The whole situation was already making you feel extremely uncomfortable, but you couldn't really walk away from this now, or at least it wouldn't be right.

You didn't really know what else to say though, questions started swarming into your mind, but which ones to ask and how to ask them made you freeze before anything could leave your mouth.

"Are you leaving soon…?" She asked you before you could come up with anything.

"Ah...yeah, I have s-school so…" The words stuttered out of your mouth as you didn't want to say it impolitely, but then again you felt horrible as her face reacted to these words. She looked at the sky for a bit before half smiling at you.

"Thanks for talking to me, you can go now so you won't be late."

Even though she gave you the permission, your legs were moving. There had to be more you could do to help this poor soul. What really worried you thought was how calm she was, she didn't scream like the other ones, but she seemed just as broken nevertheless, maybe even more so.

[User] You stay

[Assistant]
You didn't move, but instead, help your ground as the ghost continued to eye you.

"What's your name?" You ask, a little more steadily then your wordings from before.

The ghost stood motionless her a second as her pupils moved from side to side, as if thinking heavily on the answer to your question.

"It was Gwen."

"Well, I'm sure it wouldn't be all that bad if you still decide to go by Gwen." You joke a little with a smile.

The humor doesn't seem to be returned though as her face shows no emotion, making you feel a bit awkward for what you just said.

"You're not going to go then...?" Gwen asks in a lower voice than before.

You shake your head. "I usually don't like going to first period anyway, It wouldn't be all that bad if I just killed time here with you for a while.

You knew your mom and dad would seriously have your ass if they found out you were ditching, but you would worry about that at a later time.

"I see.." Gwen replies as she makes direct eye contact with you once again.

"Do you have anything you would like to talk about, anything you'd like to ask me?" You had run out of things to say to her so you decided it would be best to let her do the talking while you came up with more topics in the back of your head for later.

"What grade are you in?" This was probably the first time you could directly hear emotion in her voice, which was no doubt curiosity.

"Oh, I'm a senior, this will be my last year before I graduate."

"I was a Junior...I think I know school was just starting though." Gwen replies with her own memories.

"Oh really, did you know which school you had gone too?" you asked a little too quickly since you were interested if you went to the same school or not.

"I don't know..."She says sorrowfully, breaking eye contact and looking down.

For someone who has been dead for less than a year, this girl seemed to forget things rather quickly. You had met one or two ghosts who seemed rather old, and even they seemed to have more recollection about their past than she did. You didn't want to pry too much though, as the questions seemed to be bothering her somewhat given on how they were making her act.

You decided that it would best to come up with questions on your own.

[User] You how did you die?

[Assistant]
"So. how did you die...?" You asked carefully.

You weren't expecting to get an immediate or happy answer, but her reaction to what you just said startled you as her whole body started to shake vigorously. Her working eye turned white while the bulging one looked dead in place.

"Woah hey, are you o-?" You tried to reach out to her with your hands, but she swiftly pulled her body back from your grasp as she let out a shriek.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Your eardrums are stunned as you take a step back and cover them until her shrieks die down.

Looking at her face, made the breakfast this morning feeling like it was about to come right back out.

Her face seemed more deformed and rotten than it had before. The bulging eye was replaced with an empty socket, her entire nose was missing leaving a grey crevice with a few maggots entrenched within. Her left hand was gone, and white bone was visible with hints of flesh still attached to certain areas. What clothes she was wearing looked extremely raggedy and torn, more than any homeless person you've ever come across.

Before her appearance didn't affect you all that much, now though you could barely look at her longer for two seconds before you wanted to vomit again.

[User] You rage

[Assistant]
You backed away slowly as her body kept on transforming in that of a decayed skeleton, but as soon as she noticed this she seemed to charge directly at you.

Never has a ghost been able to touch or affect you physically, you still started to instinctively run away, but she was faster and caught up to you before you could leave her boundary.

You felt something enter inside of you, and that really freaked you the fuck out as you started to hold your head in pain.

"HNNGGG." You let out a large yelp in pain as your ears were immediately pierced by a woman shrieking, causing you to fall to your knees and start wreathing around as you couldn't escape what kept on screaming.

This took place for around a whole minute, finally though it stopped, and everything was quiet, totally quiet.

Before that, though you heard a small *pop*, and with that you lost all your senses.


[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 play everything safe, sure the attack is weak but the other one hasn't turned up. Hold fast and see what happens.

[Assistant]
You aren't going to risk everything on a blind attack right now, you don't even know if this is a real attack of just a test so you simply stop moving and hold your defenses in place, waiting for their next move. It isn't long before you see a thread of thought reaching out to you and you do the same just like the Old Man had taught. You immediately hear a voice.

"Hmm, you look like our old enemy but you came without an army and didn't attack while I appeared weaker than you. Strange."

You aren't sure how to respond to this so go with the playing it simple option. "I'm not your old enemy; I've never been to the city centre before so I don't think we have encountered each other before."

The response comes with some small feelings of surprise "The truth is seems, you aren't him after all, in that case what brings you to our little dominion alone as you are?"

Again you carefully consider before answering "I heard about the two of you and came to meet you."

There is a longer pause this time before the answer finally comes "You may enter however do not try to control any infected now or once you are inside our ring."

You had already decided to not bring a horde so you happily start forward alone once the communication thread vanishes


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
Go fuck yourself," you bark at Westfield. "Go fuck yourself, that's what you want your last words to be?" Westfield responds puzzled. "It's not very original and not exactly something you want written on your tombstone, although there is- Westfield's rambling is interrupted by Carla who punches him squarely in the jaw knocking him down.

Without hesitation Carla grabs Westfield's revolver and points at him. "Shut the fuck up, you annoying loquacious bastard," Carla demands. She offers you her hand and helps you off the floor.

"Are you alright?'" Carla asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine what about you?" You ask in regard to the injuries Carla obtained.

"Don't worry, it's nothing that won't heal in a few weeks." Carla says as she keeps her gun firmly aimed at Westfield.

"Well detective are you going to kill me or what?" Westfield goads as he continues to lay on the floor. "You've must have fantasized about this moment hundreds of time, don't chicken out now."

"As much as I'd love to shoot your fucking head off, I need you alive to tell me where Victoria Higgins is."

"Yeah and then you'll just kill me anyway, tell you what if you give me your word that you'll spare me, I'll lead you to her."

"You're going to take her at her word?" You interrupt, somewhat baffled by what Westfield said.

"Ben, I've known Carla for years and if it's one thing I've learned about her it's how much pride she has in the fact she is honest and incorruptible, it would go her against her nature to say she'll let me live and then just kill me, she calls it honor but in reality it's just egotistical."

"Shut up," Carla snaps at Westfield.

"So what's it going to be detective, is letting me live worth the life of Ben's sister?"

"Alright you fucking asshole, you have a deal but if try anything I'll hurt you very badly, now call your two thugs downstairs to get in here, this deal doesn't include them."

"Fair enough, they failed in their task to keep intruders out so it's no skin off my nose if you kill them."

"Ben, take cover," Carla warns you.

You hide behind a dresser in the room while Westfield calls for his men. "Lewis, Jerry get you're asses up here!" He yells. Walking into the room oblivious unaware of the trap, the two men enter the room. Carla using Westfield's own revolver shoots one of the thugs in the eye while the other reaches for his gun. His able to take out of the holster but is shoot in the throat before he can even aim it at Carla.

"Now tell me where Victoria is," Carla aims her gun back at Westfield.

"Hillside apartments, it looks like an apartment building on the outside but it's really a whorehouse, she was brought there early this morning, the address is 197 Hillside Street," Westfield informs.

"Let's go get her then," You say rather impatiently.

"Hang on Ben, how many men do you have at this building?"

"There's the man in charge, Ivo and I think he was two guys with him,"

"Just three guys?" You interrupt once again baffled.

"I own the police, I don't need to waste money recruiting more muscle then I need, besides there is also going to be about eight girls and a few johns" Westfield points out.

"Well we should get over there but before we do..." Carla trails off midsentence. She heads to the dresser you hid behind earlier and opens the top drawer, all the while keeping an eye on Westfield. She pulls out a set of handcuffs and tosses them to Westfield.

"Put these on," Carla orders.

"Kinky," Westfield quips as he puts the handcuffs on his wrists.

Carla goes to the body of one of the dead henchmen and takes the gun from its hand. "Take this," she says in a way that makes it sound she isn't going to take no for answer.

"I don't know how use these thing," You whine.

"You just aim and shoot."

Reluctantly you take the gun from Carla as she goes back to Westfield. "On your feet asshole."

Westfield complies and the three of you head out of room and downstairs. "Ben, we're taking your car it would be a dead giveaway if we show up in my cruiser, also you're going to have to drive, I won't be able to do the driving and keep an eye on this fucker."

You nod your head in agreement and go out the front door. Once in your car along with Carla and Westfield you drive off to Hillside apartments. When you arrive you notice that the apartment building doesn't look anything like you thought it would, in fact it looks ordinary. Since most of your knowledge of the outside world has been through TV and movies rather than firsthand experience, the events that have happened today have made you realize the world is for better or worse not quite what you thought it was. You pull into a parking spot in front of the building.

"So I'm going to head ask for your sister, once I get her it's mission accomplished, there's nothing to it," Westfield plans out.

"Let's get going," Carla instructs.

"Hold it there detective, my men know who you are they will shoot on sight, not that I care but it would put my life in danger as well, Ben has to bring me in, also you're going to have to remove this handcuffs, they will defiantly know something is wrong if I enter the building wearing these."

"Don't take your eyes off him," Carla warns you. "If I here gunshots I'm coming guns blazing." Carla lets Westfield out of his cuffs as you get out of the car. Westfield soon does the same while you heed Carla's advice and watch every move he makes.

"I saw the way you looked at Northcutt, do you have a thing for cops or authoritative women in general?" Westfield pokes fun at you.

Due to being far more focused on finding Victoria you ignore Westfield and the two of you head inside. The interior looks just as ordinary as the exterior as you make your way to the front desk. Behind the desk was a heavy set man who might as well be wearing a sign that said "sleazy", he must be Ivo. He is looking into space when he noticed you and Westfield. Upon recognizing his boss he becomes much more attentive.

"Westfield sir, what brings you here? Ivo says somewhat surprised by Westfield's presence. "Who's this with you?"

"Never mind who this is, bring me Victoria," Westfield demands with a no nonsense attitude.

"Who?"

"The girl that was brought in this morning you moron."

"Yes of course I'll get her right away," Ivo obliges as he scurries from the front desk and goes up a flight of stairs. Several tense minutes later he comes back down with a girl, it takes you a moment to figure this is your sister. She is covered in bruises, has an eye swollen shut and looks absolute petrified.

"What happened to her?" You say very upset which causes Ivo to look at you awkwardly.

"My friend asked you a question," Westfield reminds Ivo.

"Oh yes, you see the first customer who requested her, nearly got his eyes scratched out, I had to break her, so she would understand the consequences." Rage fills your body of the thought of this lowlife causing harm to your sister, you remember the gun Carla had given you.

[User] You don't kill Ivo

[Assistant]
You decide not to kill Ivo, it takes ever nerve in your body to resist the urge to point your gun at him and shoot. As badly as you want this monster to pay for what he did to Victoria, trying to kill him would put you and your sister in danger and you're very close to getting out of this situation. You know where Ivo works, there will be time to get revenge another day.

"I'm taking her, you don't need to know why," Westfield bluntly tells Ivo.

"Yeah sure, she'd but nothing but trouble for me anyway," Ivo presumes.

You take Victoria by the hand as you head out of the apartment building. You notice Victoria says nothing and doesn't acknowledge you in any way. When you try to make eye contact with her, she gives you the thousand yard stare with her eye that isn't swollen shut. As soon Westfield is dealt with you need to get her to a hospital.  You, Westfield and Victoria leave head outside and towards your car. Carla gets out of the back seat when she sees you approaching.

"Oh my god what happened to her?" Carla asks in regard to Victoria.

"One of Westfield's men hurt her," You explain trying not to get too upset.

"I had no idea Ivo would that," Westfield defends himself.

"Like would give shit, now put your jewelry back on," Carla orders as she tosses the handcuffs back to Westfield.

You help Victoria into the passenger seat as Carla and Westfield seat in the back. After helping your sister you get into the driver's seat and head off. "Where are we going?" You ask Carla.

"Head out to Kennedy road," Carla requests.

"Kennedy road, there's nothing out there...oh shit!" Westfield figures out what is happening. After fifteen minutes of driving in silence you turn on to Kennedy road. It's outside of Van Hove and as Westfield claimed there is nothing out here. The road seems to go for miles as two empty fields lie to the left and right of the road. After going along on the road for almost a mile Carla tells to stop the car.

"Alright get outside," Carla commands.

"You can't do this, I kept my end of the deal," Westfield protests. After exiting the car Carla grabs Westfield by arm and keeps her gun firmly pressed against his back.

"Ben get over here," Carla calls to you.

You follow her as she leads Westfield away from the road and deeper into the field. "On your knees," She continues to order Westfield.

"You're not going to do this, you're too proud to do something so underhanded," Westfield tries to call Carla's bluff.

"True, I gave you my word that I wouldn't kill you, but I never said anything about Ben," Carla points out.

"What?" You say as Carla's comment catches you off guard.

"Ben if you don't kill this monster, he'll just harm more people like he harmed Victoria, you need to put an end to this."

"I know a killer when I see one and Ben you're no killer."

[User] You kill Westfiled

[Assistant]
Holding up the gun you got from Carla you put the muzzle up to the back of Westfield's head. You pull the trigger immediately without saying anything knowing the longer you hesitate the more difficult it would get. Small bits of what used to be Westfield's head wind up landing on your shirt as his body falls forward. You stand in silence as the realization of what you just did sinks into your mind. Carla notices you're becoming uneasy.

"You did the right thing Ben," Carla comforts you as she puts her hand on your shoulder.

"What's going to happen?" You ask.

"Westfield's gang will implode, the police will start doing their fucking job now that no one will be paying them to do otherwise and Westfield will become a meal for the vultures, now let's get your sister to a hospital."

[User] Three days later

[Assistant]
Ivo sat in his room behind the front desk. With the death of Westfield the rest of the gang has either left Van Hove or fighting in a fruitless battle for control of what little power the gang still has. Once word had reached his brothel about what had happened, all of the girls who were working for him left. It always the fact the Ivo was connected to Westfield that kept girls living in fear of him, without Westfield he was nothing. The two men who served Ivo left shortly after in an attempt to save themselves. Ivo also thought about leaving but he had nowhere to go. His only hope would be that in time a new criminal would come in and take over Van Hove and Ivo could offer his services to him.

The sound of footsteps came from out in the hall. Ivo picked up his shotgun off the floor and head out. Running out of his room Ivo took cover behind his desk. Briefly peering out he saw nothing but he knew someone was there. "Van Hove police department, drop your weapon and come out with your hands up!" A voice called out.

Knowing he couldn't bribe or shoot his way out of this, Ivo tossed his shotgun over the front desk and walked up with his hands in the air. In front of the doorway was Carla aiming her gun at him, yet she wasn't alone, you were standing beside her. The last time you were here you spared Ivo simply because it was too risky for you and your sister. Now there was no risk at all, Westfield is dead, Ivo's guards have abandoned him and Victoria is recovering at the hospital.

"You!" Ivo shouts upon remembering you from your last visit. "I knew you had something to do with what happened to Westfield."

"I killed Westfield for kidnapping my sister, you harmed her and now I'm going to kill you." You threaten.

"Detective Northcutt, you're a cop, you're not going to let him kill me in cold blood are you?" Ivo tries to plea with Carla.

"All my life I played by rules and it wasn't until I broke them that I actually got where," Carla says as she aims her gun at Ivo and shoots him in the kneecap. Ivo falls face down and start screaming in pain. You approach him while Carla hands you her gun. Like with Westfield you put the gun on the back of Ivo's head and pull the trigger. Unlike with Westfield you have no doubts about what you did.