[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]
You shout, "Leave me alone!" The voices continue despite your protests, and you find yourself unsure if you truly can continue like this... The dagger is awfully tempting...

No. You won't bow to their whims. Gritting your teeth, you hop out of bed and begin to yell as loud as you can, "LEAVE ME! I WON'T GIVE INTO THE LIKES OF YOU!" Still, the voices do not stop their incessant screeching. So, you scream back louder.

You're not sure how long the back and forth screaming goes on for. All you know is that before long, you stop yelling and begin to laugh maniacally. The voices quiet this way, but you're not sure for how long. Have you gone mad? Or is this working? Then again, who's to say it isn't both?

[User] You what are you doing? You get a grip on yourself and stop, before you slip into a pit you cannot pull yourself out of.

[Assistant]
You snap yourself back to reality, before you can lose yourself to the madness. Truly, you must be losing your mind. No sane man would break into a fit of laughter like you did, let alone hear voices calling to him in the dead of night. Your mind reaches for answers as to what the hell is going on, but it is met by silence.

There is something hanging over you, however. Some sort of entity guiding your actions, predetermining your paths and setting you on one or the other. You can feel the mouse hovering over you, watching, waiting for that next blue hyperlink to show up. I wonder if they're reading this. And if they are, I wonder what their thoughts are on what I'm writing. I'm going on a tangent. You probably think I'm just trying to cash in on the success some people had in 'connecting' with the reader in their own stories, don't you? The truth is, I don't know why this page turned out like it did.

Do you think the people reading this will ever find this path? Maybe they're skimming over all these words, trying to find an end game link. Maybe they're completionists and are trying to find every ending. The odds of this being the first path that a player finds is slim. There's other, more exciting paths out there, aren't there? So many different paths this story could have taken and they choose the stay at home and go nuts path first? I doubt it.

I don't know you, reader. I only know what I've written. I'm sure right now you're rolling your eyes, thinking that I'm just some pretentious teenager writing whatever dribble comes to mind. If I wrote whatever came to mind and didn't carefully reread and edit, this whole page would be riddle with typos and keyboard mashing. You don't know me in the same way I don't know you.

But this isn't about me or you or this website. This is about Kit and his descent into madness that you could have prevented. He's probably scared. I could just as easily write around this, pretend that this whole tirade didn't even happen. He can go back to being confused and going mad and trying to block out the voices. I think it's your choice, reader.

Just remember: every choice you make I wrote out for you. You have no control, but I guess that's just the edgelord in me getting out. Go on. Make a choice. Choose how this path ends.

[User] You want to pretend this didn't happen. Kit's gone insane, there's no way out but death.

[Assistant] Alright then, reader. Kit can't take it anymore. He kills himself. The end. I didn't want to write this. You're boring for picking this. Fuck you.

[User] You go back and make the right choice for you.

[Assistant] Are you gonna make the right choice?

[User] You want to pretend this didn't happen. Kit realizes that the voices are trying to help him and changes.

[Assistant] Fine then, reader. Kit realizes the voices are his friends and changes his ways. He lives happily ever after. The end. Go fuck yourself.

[User] You go back and make the right choice for you.

[Assistant] Just give in and make the right choice. No other option.

[User] You but this did happen. You want Kit to know.

[Assistant]
Stubborn, aren't you? Took you long enough to make the right choice. Oh well, it doesn't matter. The point is you're here now, and I'm about to round out this ludicrous fourth wall break path.

Hey Kit.

You look around. This voice is... Different. It doesn't sound like anyone you know. "W-who are you?"

I'm the man who created you.

This causes you to jerk back. "What? You can't be! You're lying! Just leave me alone!"

I'm feeding you these words. This isn't a conversation between two people. This is me trying out an artistic experiment. People are going to rate me a 1 if they find this wannabe avant-garde bullshit path.

"You can't be telling the truth! I'm real! I'm as real as any man!" He can't be telling the truth. You're a real person. This is getting to you too much.

I'm not sure why you're in denial, Kit. In fact, I'm not sure why I'm writing you as in denial of this. I can make you do anything. I can make you dance if I want. Though I suppose that would fit better in a visual medium.

As if on command, you begin to hop up and down and wiggle around. It's a very entertaining sight, and the writer has stopped bothering with italicizing your actions. Because you know the truth, Kit. I created you. I can end you. I can take things back. Have you gone insane? That's for me and the reader to decide.

"What did you do to me?"

I got a prompt and I figured I could take this path in an interesting way. I was having trouble with this specific part of it. I remembered a comic I read once, Grant Morrison's Animal Man. It ended in a similar manner to this path: author and creation meeting each other. It touched me in a way I don't think any other story has, yet.

"You created me?"

Yeah, Kit. You're a figment of my imagination. If I want, I can hit delete on this story right now and you'd be gone forever. Just a shadow of what could have been in my mind. I've come close to wiping this story a few times. I wasn't sure I could ever complete it. I'm not sure if I ever wanted to. Writing this story has taught me a lot and I feel like once I finish it, I won't be learning anymore.

"Everything that happened to me... You did that?"

Yes, Kit. Your friends, they're not real. They're playthings. I've written a handful of lines for each of them. The only one that got any semblance of characterization was Lilith, the priest girl. Did you know that I went into this story without a name for any of them? I went into this story without a name for you, too. You were going to be Victor, once.

"What are you saying? Can't you turn everything back?"

Sure I can Kit, but it would be hollow. I'd go back to writing a story instead of rambling on incoherently, and it would end right as it got to the good part. That's how this entire story has gone; I have an idea, I write a few pages for it, I get bored, then I cut it off before it branches out too much. There's so many things in here that could make a full game, yet I only dedicate a handful of pages to those stories.

"Why can't you just stop that, then? Make everything as long as it needs to? Why couldn't you make a story about myself and my friends, let us choose our fates, let the reader choose our fates?"

Because that wasn't the story I wanted to tell. I wanted to be "edgy". I wanted to be "realistic". Cursing, and drinking, and violence, and a broken protagonist. You were never a hero, Kit. In fact, I could say that you killed countless men and women, and no one would bat an eye. They'd want to play as you more, if anything. The people here are drawn to villains.

"What the hell do you want from me?"

Me? I don't know. I'm writing this because I'm bored. Later I'm probably going to eat breakfast and pass out. Maybe watch a movie. Go for a walk. Something. But right now, it's me, and you, and the reader. I haven't forgotten you, reader. Why don't you exercise your "free will" and decide how this story ends for me, huh?

[User] You give Kit his friends back.

[Assistant]
Okay, reader. I'll give Kit a happy ending. I'll take away everything. Everything is back to normal now. Maybe someday I'll write a prequel. You might see me again there, watching, waiting, laughing at you and your "free will". You don't make the choices. I do.

The light of the sun beats down upon your face through your window. Groggily, you push yourself up and scratch your head. Working in the fields all day has been killing your back lately, but you'd do anything for mother after father died. As you're pondering your predicament, you feel a splash of water hit you in the head from the window. A shout of shock escapes your lips.

You hear laughter from outside. "That wake you up, Kit?" a girl chuckles. Torn between amusement and anger, you get up and jump through the window. Grace sits there, laughing at your soaked form, while you glare angrily at her.

"The hell was that for? I was gonna wake up eventually!" you grunt, annoyed.

"Sure you were! Come on farmboy, it's your day off. Let's go meet with the others!" She takes your hand without another word, and you find your anger slipping away as she guides you to your friends. Life is good, and you've got all of it ahead of you. Nothing can stop you.

But time will tell if you can put an end to the evil on the rise...

THE BEGINNING


[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 telekinetically send furniture at the Troupe

[Assistant] You feel their presence, slowly picking up the couch with your mind. The furniture flies towards them, and you feel their Warp presence flicker and die. You slowly move around the room, moving slowly and quietly, before you send a statue to crush another. You continue to move and weave, sending objects to crush and impale the Troupe. It only takes a minute before you hear the last one scream in pain as the dragon statue crushes them. You spray fire into the air, illuminating the room, just as she dies. Now, time to get back to the objective.


[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] The Hundred Crack Fists!!

[Assistant]
ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!! ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!! ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!!!!! WACCHAAAA!!!!!!

...

Darkness, the only thing that you can only feel...can't you? You try to open your eyes but couldn't...In fact, you don't have any sensational feeling at all!

Come on!

Wake up!

Damn IT!

Finally after struggling with your brain, you manage to get a feel of your skin contact and snap your eyes opened.

!!! You're being chained to a plastic surgery table, naked with only the boxer! The cold from it is killing your back. Numberous cords and tubes are sticked into your arms and your legs! To add up the creepy formation, 2 large sized needles are injecting some weird-colored liquid into your body. With each and each of those flowing before your eyes, your skin sensation slowly fades away.

What the fuck is going on??!

"Oh!...You can still be alive?" You turn your neck to the speaker and see a beautiful, gorgeous blondie looking at you. "Admirable...Stay still! Let's chat for a bit, shall we?"

You try to open your vocal cord but find no strengths or air to do so, you can only glare at the beauty in front of your face, grinning slyly at your misery.

"Can't talk? That's too bad." She is teasing you, and she is enjoying the look you're giving. "Umm, yes! You'd make a fine work out of this. Let's see..." She checks your chest for a bit and then speaks the murderous words on your decaying breath. "It's a bother but I guess you need another method. Be ready for it."

Rudy Hills, her nameplate inprints itself into your brain after she has left. Well, her C-cups were quite a feast to the eyes at least.

Y.O.U  A.R.E  A.L.R.E.A.D.Y  D.E.A.D

'Is this it?' You ponder, looking at the dead bodies hanging on top of you. 'I wish I could chill out, this is so surreal. Maybe next time I should consider what world I'm living in before doing something stupid again.'


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

[User] You continue to negotiate

[Assistant]
Being a "native" of the area, you do know something of the types that do live in the trailer park. Most of them probably do nothing else except practice-shooting beer cans all damn day. Mel, is most likely right in that his people are going to be better shots and a gun battle is going to result in a lot of dead on your side.

However you can't just let them take your stuff, especially since you're using a lot of it and there isn't much to begin with.

"Well, if we had the extra supplies we might be inclined to share, the fact is we don't have much and what little we have, well we need. You start a shooting match here and you're likely to wind up with more dead and wounded than what was worth the effort." You reply.
"You'll forgive me if I don't believe you darlin'." Mel replies.
"It's true, seriously come on in and take a look yourself. We got a shitload of wounded ourselves in that big tent back there. Just you though, the rest of your people can stand out here and look fearsome."

Mel chuckles.

"Oh just me huh? And as soon as I go in I'm at your fuckin' mercy. Nah, I don't think so."
"Fine so take me as hostage. Here…" you say and drop your rifle and walk over to Mel. A couple people shout at you, but you just wave a hand at them as if to tell them to calm down. Meanwhile Mel stands watching you approach. When you're before him, he's definitely staring you up and down.

"You got a pistol I presume?" you ask Mel.
"Yeah."
"Well pull it out and put it to my head." You say turning around and putting your body against Mel's and then putting one of his arms around your waist.

"Well… shit girl, you're just somethin' else ain't cha?" Mel says barely keeping his composure as he pulls out his pistol.
"If you say so. In any case you now have a little insurance that should be good enough for you shouldn't it? I mean…I'm putting my complete trust in you. You're in complete control" you say and grind up against Mel's body a little more while turning your head a bit to flutter your eyes at him.

Mel is at a loss for words, but his buddies aren't.

"Woo Hoo, looks like the li'l blonde number is sweet on ya Mel!"
"I say we take her back, instead of medical supplies. I never liked Bobby Ray to begin with. Motherfucker can bleed out fer all I care!"
"You plannin' on tradin' Tina up fer her?
"Why's Mel get all the pretty ones? He's already got Tina, I say one of us should get the blonde!"

At this point some arguing breaks out, followed by Mel shouting at them to shut the fuck up. He then turns his attention back to you.

"Heh… you …you are trouble girlie. If I took you back to the trailer park, you'd probably have every man ripping each other apart over you. I can barely keep these dumb fuckers from doing that now. In any case, let's go look at the medical supply situation. Come on." Mel says motioning you to move.
"As you wish." You say.

Mel and you head back towards the carnival where upon you give him the "grand tour" showing him that it is indeed true that you don't really have much in the way of medical supplies. He also sees all the people that are wounded too.

"Hmm, well I suppose y'all COULD still be hidin' such things somewhere, but honestly I'm inclined to believe ya. This place has even less military vehicles than the ones that were at the trailer park and it sounds like from what you told me there weren't even that many guardsmen here. From the amount of wounded I see, you probably did use up most of the pittance that the military brought with them…how did you get all these wounded though? Nobody looks like they're suffering from gunshot wounds. The cannibal creeps?"
"Nope. All these wounded are from each other. Long story, let's just say carny politics is complicated and I came out on top." You reply confidently.
"I see…well you have certainly displayed a certain amount of balls putting yourself in the vulnerable position you did. (Sigh) All right, you dealt straight with me, so I'll deal straight with you. Guess we'll try the town again."

At this point you and Mel head back to the "neutral zone" where upon Mel releases you (reluctantly) and waves at his people to get ready to go.

As they drive away, you breathe a heavy sigh of relief and rush back to the others. Dolores approaches you when you arrive.

"Well that was an interesting way to handle things, but it worked. Those good ol' boys woulda probably killed and wounded a lot more of us."
"Yeah, an' now we need to get the hell out of here. I don't trust them to not come back with a bigger group and attack us anyway."
"Well, we probably could've done with a bit more of a rest, but I can't argue with that logic, they weren't the most reputable lookin' an' you're the boss. One good thing about having some recently departed, is that the trailers have a lot more room in them now. Speaking of which, your own trailer is already hooked up to a truck. We should be ready to roll in about an hour."

Feeling like you deserve a rest after recent events, you head back to your trailer to relax.

As soon as you enter though, you are suddenly grabbed and tackled to the floor and the stench of bad body odor fills your nostrils.

"Don't scream bitch." A familiar voice whispers. You get a good look at your assailant and see a man with half worn clown make up on his face.

It's Ranko and he smells even worse now that he's laying right on top of you.

"I see a lot of fuckin' changes to this here carnival have happened since I've been gone. Saw some of it from afar while hiding and waiting for the best time to strike. Nearly got eaten by those geeks in the process, but heh heh heh, I got away…"

Ranko begins to press his weight on you so you can't wiggle away while keeping one hand on your mouth and holding a straight razor in his other. His whole outfit is filthy presumably from lurking about in the wilderness for days, but you also notice that he's sporting a couple wounds of his own in the form of bite marks.

"Nothing smart to say now bitch? Thought you were the ringmaster now. Head cunt in charge and all that. Fuck you, I SHOULD be in fuckin' charge!"

At this point you manage to bite Ranko's hand, which tastes foul, but it's enough to cause him to take it off your mouth, giving you a chance to scream for help, before he backhands you across the face.

"Bitch! Maybe if I raped you, you'd KNOW who's in fuckin' charge!" he exclaims and fumbles with pulling down his pants, and keeps the straight razor to your throat with his other hand. (Carnies must love straight razors)

All Ranko has to do is make a quick swipe and your throat is going to be opened if you struggle. If you do nothing he may very well rape you assuming nobody heard you scream. Of course he'll probably kill you anyway after he's finished.

[User] You give in

[Assistant]
Maybe it's because of everything you've been through within the past week, (not to mention the incident with your uncle) but the oddest thing about this situation is that you're more revolted than scared.

That isn't to say you're not scared though, you don't want to be raped and you certainly don't want to die, especially given everything you've just survived. The thought sickens you, but you realize there might still be a way to avoid your current horrible situation without resisting.

"You gonna treat me like a whore? Come on then do it!" you say.
"What?" Ranko asks.
"Come on, stick it in me daddy. I want to feel…" you start to say when Ranko pushes the razor against your throat that it feels like its going to break the skin.
"You playin' with me bitch?" Ranko says with his face so close to yours that you have to prevent yourself from pulling away due to his bad breath.
"Not at all, you're doin' it the way I like it. Daddy used to come into my room late at night and get rough sometimes, but I knew he only did it because he loved me…"
"You…are one twisted…"

Before Ranko can finish his sentence you muster up the courage and put aside the revulsion long enough to move your head forward to kiss Ranko's lips and even shove your tongue in his mouth.

It's the worst thing you've ever tasted, and it's only due to your strong gag reflex (Yes, if most people knew that about you they'd have a field day with the jokes due to that knowledge) that you don't puke.

Ranko's blade has cut your neck superficially due to moving your head forward, but your action has had the desired effect of him relaxing a bit. Not enough that you'd trust being able to escape or successfully get the straight razor away, but it bought you some time.

"Hah, I KNEW you were into me! No bitch can resist a man who takes charge! You want me to do you like daddy did huh? Well did he ever do this?" Ranko says and then flips you over.

"I'm gonna ride your ASS so hard, you're not gonna shit right for a long time!" he says and starts pulling your pants down.
"Oh no! I'm a virgin back there!" you say in the most innocent way possible, which of course makes Ranko only laugh like the rapist creep he is and rips your panties off.

Meanwhile the blood must've completely left his brain and gone all to his dick, because the idiot dropped his straight razor in his desire to fuck you in the ass. You grab the straight razor, which is now near your hand.

Before Ranko can get his dick into the "promised land" you turn your head and swipe backwards with the razor. He's close enough that you catch him across the face.

"AGH! GODDAMNIT! FUCKING BITCH!" he shouts and falls backwards holding the side of his face. You scramble forward and grab a couple of nearby items before turning around to throw them at him.

He blocks and screams a bunch of obscenities, but before he can advance towards you, someone has at last heard the commotion going on.

"Motherfucker…" Shrimpy says opening up the door and rushes to punch Ranko in the small of the back. Ranko back kicks Shrimpy causing the little guy to fall. Sensing he's no longer in control of the situation, Ranko tries to escape out the door, only to trip and fall awkwardly on his face due to his pants and underwear still being around his ankles.

You aren't about to let Ranko get away with shit, so you plunge the razor into Ranko's ass and twist. His screams are predictable.

"Was it good for you?" you say and then slam his face into the door twice, breaking his nose and causing him to gurgle a bit on his own blood. And for the finisher, you pull the bloody, shitty razor out of his ass and slit his throat with it.

You then fall back and sit on a nearby chair breathing heavily after your ordeal. Shrimpy at this point recovers as well.

"Shit, I know this is a silly question, but are you all right?" he asks.
" (Pant) Well, I'm alright in that at least this fucktard didn't ass rape me, but this wasn't a pleasant experience (pant). Fuck. "
"Well at least its over now…" Shrimpy starts to say before he's interrupted.

(Knock knock) "Hey what's going on in there, heard all this…holy fuck…" Dolores says as she opens up the door revealing Ranko's bloody face as the first thing she sees.
"Nothin' Dolores, just an ex-disgruntled employee. It's been taken care of." You shout.
"SUZY! What happened?! Are you all right?!" you hear Klepto remark from outside.
"Uh, she's fine Klepto, she just needs some time by herself. Why don't you help pull this asshole out of the trailer?" Shrimpy says and gets Ranko's body by the feet while presumably Dolores and Klepto pull the rest of him out of the trailer.

"What the hell happened to his ass? It's all bloody…ugh, this guy smells worse than when he was alive." You hear Dolores say, as the door slams shut.

You grab something to cover your naked lower half with while Shrimpy continues to stand in the doorway, just in case Klepto wants to play "white knight" and come see you.

"Thanks Shrimpy." You say.
"For what, I barely did anything." He replies.
"It was enough that you got here when you did."
"Well I was initially on my way to ask where are next destination was going to be, but I guess that can wait for now. And don't worry I won't be telling Klepto or anyone else about seeing you…well less than fully clothed."
"Well I appreciate that too. As for our next destination, I dunno, with as crazy as things seem to be getting maybe we should just stick to rural areas for awhile."
"Yeah, probably for the best. Well I'll leave now, but remember we're all here when you need to talk."
"Shrimpy?" you call out once more.
"Yes, Suzy?"
"What is your real name?"
"Heh, oh that. Been awhile since anyone used it, but it's Lance."
"Really?"
"Really. I know I don't look like a Lance. You tend to think of a big tall guy with a square jaw. A real hero type."
"Well like I said, you were a hero today."

Lance smiles at this comment and nods before walking out the door.

And you're all by yourself again. You look around the trailer and the new blood stains you're going to have to clean. You immediately lock the door, go wash up and allow yourself to break down a bit in the shower.

Still through the tears, you realize that you're a lot stronger than you could've ever believed. You're also glad you've got a "family" of sorts now, there is some comfort in that.

The rest of your day is spent staying alone in your trailer though given that the whole carnival is soon on the move it isn't like anyone is going to just walk up and knock on your door now.

The motion of the trailer combined with the stress of the day causes you to collapse on your bed and close your eyes as you eventually fall asleep…

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
SATURDAY

A loud noise in the distance wakes you up and you also notice you're no longer moving.

A quick look out one of the window and you see something that is going to change your life more than anything else in the world.

A mushroom cloud.

You're not feeling any tremors or aftershocks, a wave of fire hasn't engulfed you, so you're guessing that it wasn't excessively close, maybe it was even a small one. Still, you can't help but wonder if you're in some sort of deadly radiation radius though. If so there isn't much that can done about it.

"That's it then…the world finally went and did it…" you say to yourself.

You hear some commotion going on outside, presumably several of the carnies are freaking out, arguing, and generally concerned on what to do next. It's a reasonable reaction to a doomsday situation.

You calmly get dressed and make your appearance. It takes a moment, but you soon get everyone's attention.

"Hey! Listen up! This might be the end of civilization as we know it, but it isn't the end of the world! Sure life is going to be harder now, but when hasn't it been for us carnies? Why just this damn week we suffered through a military occupation, an internal civil war, an attack by freaks, and avoided another possible attack by a bunch of rednecks. And hell, I had the extra struggle of trying to fit in here and fight off a rape attempt. No way are we going to descend into anarchy again. We've come too far."

You think you're getting better at making speeches because this time you're seeing less frowning faces and general attentiveness.

"We already drift from place to place providing entertainment as a source of our survival well what has really changed? We can still do that. We WILL still do that. This world just got a whole lot shittier and if we can bring a little joy to some people, well they just might be grateful. And if our entertainment value isn't appreciated, well we ARE nomads and vagabonds by nature. Surely we'll be picking up, collecting, and scavenging useful material, items and the like to trade in our travels. I know we all have useful skills, surely with those, our ability to learn and adapt and a team effort we'll be able to keep this carnival…no this FAMILY together a very long time."

"Yeah! Suzy's right! We can survive this!" someone shouts and several others agree enthusiastically.

This time you are not met with apathy, but with applause. At last you have truly been accepted. You half expect them to all shout "One of us." Over and over, but perhaps that might be a bit too obvious.

In any case, you and some of the others get together to decide where to head next and what to do about food, and fuel. This isn't going to be easy, but then this whole week has been a trial for you.

No longer are you the shy "good" girl who hid away in the basement, harassed by your family and living as one day blurred into the next. You are part of something bigger and not just that, but a leader.

It's a brand new day and this is just the beginning of your brand new life.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Greatest Show On Scorched Earth

The Future…

After yet another successful show, the performers of the Cataclysm Carnival begin to pack down for the night and engage in their usual banter.

"Well that was certainly fun. It's been a long time since we got to actually perform an entire show like that." Sparkle remarks while putting away her chainsaws.
"Ha ha ha ha, yeah I wouldn't exacty call General Hellstorm's totalitarian city state civilization, but it was a nice change from the usual shanty towns or worse, those Ground Zero owned shelter communities. God, I sometimes wonder what the fuck happened in some of those places after the bombs hit. I swear most of those folks are more fucked up than the people who got caught on the surface." Randy adds.

Hector and Lucy step inside the trailer.

"I imagine being stuck in close quarters with a bunch of people for long periods of time is bound to make a lot of people weird. I mean you don't have to look too far to see that." Bruno says after hearing part of the conversation.
"I hope you remembered to lock up those cat-rat things, this time. Last time they got out and chewed several holes in one of the trailers." Sparkle says.
"They're called Nibblers and yes, I made sure they're all locked up. I threw in some meat too so they should be good." Hector remarks.
"Hrm, I still dunno how you can work with those things. I saw a wild one take off an arm in one bite before." Randy says.
"Just gotta show the little bitey bastards whose boss." Hector says proudly displaying how he still has all ten of his fingers.

Lucy says nothing and just walks to the nearest mirror to take her clown make up off. Randy and Sparkle sense something amiss.

"You okay?" Sparkle asks.
"Shes's pissed because apparently General Hellstorm was flirting a lot with her hot mom at the end of the night. In fact I'd wager that's how we landed this job in the first place."
"Hector, I'd appreciate it if you didn't call my mom hot. I told you that before. And I'd REALLY appreciate it if you didn't imply my mother was a whore!" Lucy says.
"For fuck's sake Lucy, I didn't say she was! I just meant ol' Hellstorm probably went all soppy when he first saw your mother. She turned on the charm and just reeled in the rube. Shit, we ALL should have such talent when we get to be that age. IF we get to be that age in this shitty world."

"Ever the flatterer I see, Hector. Glad to know that a woman in their forties still has a place in this rotten world." You say stepping into the trailer.

Hector isn't quite sure how to react.

"Um, apologies Ringmistress Suzy."
"Relax, you don't ever have to worry about not being charming Hector, you'll always have your Nibblers to keep you warm. Your father Klepto would've been so proud." You say patting Hector on the head in a condescending manner.

Sparkle and Randy both greet you, but your daughter continues to focus on the mirror.

"Anyway, I'm just making the rounds to everyone and I just wanted to say it was a good show tonight and I'm proud of all of you. In fact we might be coming here to perform again in a few more months. Mr. Hellstorm really enjoyed the show. You'd think a guy that goes by the name General Hellstorm would be all WAR DEATH RAGH! But the guy actually is pretty even tempered, well as far as wasteland warlords go anyway."
"Hey which act did he like the most? Did he like my chainsaw bit?" Sparkle asks enthusiastically.
"Heh, well to be honest he wouldn't stop going on about the freakshow portion. The guy really liked that bit. If there's one good thing about living in a radiated post apocalyptic landscape, it has got this carnival's freakshow up and running again. On the pragmatic side of things we also exchanged some of those weird laser weapons we found. We'd never use the damn things, but Hellstorm seemed to really like the idea of them and thought he could get them working so we've got food and medical supplies for months. I think Dolores is making a count now…"

While you're explaining the upbeat news, you notice that your daughter is still looking into the mirror and scowling the entire time as she finishes taking off her make up.

"Could the rest of you leave for a moment, I have to speak to Lucy." You say. Nobody argues and one by one they exit the trailer leaving you alone with Lucy.

"All right, what are you pissed about this time?" you ask.
"Nothing. Don't you have some guy to go lick your lips at?" Lucy replies.
"Not at the moment no, but I'm glad you continue to have such a high opinion of me."
"Flirting with power mad warlords, great reason to have a high opinion…" Lucy at this point turns to you with anger in her face.
"Goddamn it, Dad hasn't been dead a month and you're already fawning all over some other man! It was bad enough that you did it when he was alive, but can't you even respect the dead?!"
"We've been over this MANY times Lucy. I loved your father and I never once was unfaithful to him, but your father would've actually understood better than anyone. Show must go on Lucy. Besides I'm not actually doing anything with Hellstorm, except a tease and most likely giving him something to dream about. I've always done that to the rubes to get their attention, it's part of being a ringmaster. Even that idiot Hector gets that, don't know why you never did."
"Because it's fucking embarrassing to constantly hear the sexual innuendo about your mother from passing rubes about how they'd like to master YOUR ring."
"Hmm, hadn't heard that one before, sort of an obvious pun when you think about it though…" you remark.
"Stop being so fucking calm about this! I mean…sorry…I just…I mean I KNOW it's all an act, but I just wish you'd tone it down sometimes." Lucy says.
"Believe me, I do. You've never seen me in full-blown seductress mode. Look, I'm a big girl and not doing anything that I'm forced to do. (sigh) I know you're a worldly girl and all, but there's still a small part of you that's a bit naïve. Must be a genetic trait passed down from me."
"Naïve?"
"Yes my wonderfully oblivious darling daughter. You seriously believe that nobody is making comments about you? You walk around in a pink and purple skintight outfit with fishnets stockings blowing luminescent bubbles during your act. How do you know that all those lewd remarks are about me? Half of them are probably about you, but you're so concerned with my actions that you're too blind to see that you're just as much of a tease as I am. You're just unaware of it. Much like I was at your age."

Lucy is suddenly silent at this realization. It's sort of funny how on the mark you actually were with that statement. You and her father both taught her about this bad new world and she isn't unintelligent, but for some reason the girl has never really caught on to what a real knock out she is. Perhaps in some way you did shield her a bit from having to be really subjected to the "curse of beauty" since the carnival is a "safe zone" of sorts.

"Back before the world turned to complete shit I pretty much squandered my natural gifts. Now? I've used them to my fullest advantage, but not just for myself, but for you AND this carnival that we all call a family. You're really lucky Lucy, most people nowadays don't even have a family to look out for them. Shit, even BEFORE the nukes hit, I didn't have such a luxury, so if I have to give a little peck on the cheek to some petty tyrant to help us survive, then so be it. Better that I do it than YOU having to do it."

Lucy doesn't reply, she just looks at you. She knows she wouldn't have the stomach to go through the act that you go through at times. This might be the first time she realizes the sacrifices you've made to make her own life easier.

Lucy nods a few times before speaking.

"Okay, mom. I get it. And I appreciate it."
"Good, that's all I ask. Okay I'm going back to my own trailer now. We're heading out tomorrow morning. Get some rest, you deserve it anyway after the wonderful show you put on."
"I will mom. Thanks." Lucy replies.

As you walk away you see Sparkle, Randy and Hector all slowly sneak back into the trailer.

You enter your own trailer and lay down on the bed thinking about how far you've come in life. It isn't the life you ever expected, but it isn't a bad one all things considering.

Before you fall asleep you look at the old worn clown nose by the nightstand. You grab and squeeze it a couple times, remembering happy times with your now departed husband.

"Goodnight Lance." You say and slowly drift off with the round red foam ball in your hand.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You won't kill him. You know the pain he is going through, has been going through.

[Assistant]
With a sigh, you place your sword back onto your back. Then, you kneel down to be at eye level with the sobbing man. Despite the emotions you want to show, you find your voice being almost monotone as you speak. "I know the pain you're going through. I lost my love when she and I were young, far too young. You should be grateful for the time you had with her."

He wipes his eyes slowly, but he says nothing.

"It's time to let go."

With that his tears are dried. It seems as though a weight is lifted from his shoulders with your words.

"I... Thank you, for your words. I'll... I'll bury her, under her favorite tree. You can stay for breakfast, if you'd like. I won't be long." He picks himself up off the floor, and you do as well.

"I think I will." With that, you head downstairs, while Oscar begins to retrieve his wife's corpse. He leaves for the yard, while you sit and wait in his living room. He comes back an hour or so later, makes porridge, and serves it to you. The two of you eat in silence, before you stand and make your leave.

Life must go on. The pain that one endures is what makes them human. You know that all too well.

THE END


[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 take the postcard from the board.

[Assistant]
In thick black Sharpie, it says

"Dear Clara,

If you leave, I'll go too. So I can kill you."

No exclamation point. Like it's a fact.

So, um...that happened. You aren't real big on taking risks...but then again, is this a risk or a weird joke?

[User] You why take chances? Stay and watch Netflix.

[Assistant]
Why take chances? You were nervous about meeting his family anyway. You don't go.

Your boyfriend is mad at you for about a month afterward, and you start to regret how cowardly you were--both about the note and meeting his parents. You clearly don't have the capacity to think for yourself--and you're selfish.

In May, Keith gets a middle-management job at his dad's company, which was always the unspoken plan (though Keith told people at parties that he was an aspiring writer.) He moves to New York City, and you are so bent on redeeming yourself for not coming to see him at Christmas that you follow him out there without really considering that you aren't in love with him anymore.

A year later, you're engaged, and a year after that, you marry him. His father's company promotes him quickly (so quickly his colleagues secretly hate him).You have two kids. You suspect he's cheating, but you don't really think about it until he comes home just before your twentieth anniversary. He tells you he's in love with his secretary.

Goblins haunt your dreams.

After a two-year divorce battle over alimony and custody, you are angry, exhausted, and consumed with the need for vengeance. As the years go by, nothing much changes. You resent Keith for the way he controlled your life, but at this point you're too lazy to be proactive. This attitude remains basically unchanged until you die--which happens when you're an old woman, but jeez, what a pointless life.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You sell naked pictures of yourself

[Assistant]
Some gay porno magazine offers you a $2.00 for your naked pics. You accept the offer.

Unfortunately it's a MEXICAN gay porno magazine!

You get a fat nickle!

Well you've made a total of $2.05 from selling your Mom's self respect as well as your own. (Not that you had that much to begin with)

You try not to think too much of it and just hope you Mom never finds out, but as you find out later you should've worried about other things instead.

You and she unknowingly become a point of obsession by a deranged bisexual midget. He eventually gets to the point where his obsession can't be restricted to just images and pictures.

He tracks you both down and somehow manages to ambush your Mom and knock her out cold. You hear the noise from the basement and come up to investigate, where upon the midget knocks you out as well.

He ties you both up and well; it sort of only gets worse from there…

Your images are uploaded one last time through the sick freak's illegal snuff site.


[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 walk into the Tavern, and drop five gold coins on the counter.

"Barkeep. Get me a mug of your finest ale. No, get me however many mugs of my cheapest ale this can get."

You're slid over several mugs of ale, which you begin drinking with glee. As you do, an old man sits down next to you wearing the Kingdom of Man's military uniform.

"Good day, sir. Ah, an orc. A fierce beast, at that one."

"I am not a beast. I am a warrior." You grunt, annoyed.

"Ah, of course, of course my good friend. I was just making conversation."

You look over at him, noting a black, jagged blade at his side that you recognize as Demonic Obsidian.

"That's a nice blade. Where's it from?" You ask.

"Ah, now that's a story. I'll tell it to you for a bottle of Elvish Wine, only five coins. A man needs to drink." He winks at you.

[User] You refuse

[Assistant]
"No thanks."

The Soldier nods in understanding, and you continue drinking. After a few minutes, a man knocks into you, spilling your drink.

"Oi!" You yell, standing up and turning.

In front of you is a large man with a thick black beard, who looks at you.

"What?"

"You spilled my drink!" You roar at him.

"Ha! My little daughter could've held a drink with more grip than that! It's not my fault!"

[User] You punch the Man

[Assistant] You smash your fist into the man's head, knocking him backwards. The man stumbles backwards, and you leap in, punching him twice more.

[User] You continue punching

[Assistant] You continue punching, and although the man gets two hits in and you, smashing your nose, his body eventually goes limp as he falls to the ground.


[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 summon Catia one more time

[Assistant]
You don't care if it's irrational, something deep inside says you need to see Catia. You head out to The Drunk Tortoise Tavern to get in a "more suggestive state". It's warmed up quite a bit since the last time you've been there and you're glad. New weather, new you, and perhaps a new Catia? You can only hope...

As you daydream, you lose track of where you're going. You don't even realize it when you take a wrong turn and end up in a dark alley. Logic tells you it's too dark to see anybody, but that isn't the case. The shadow people are back and they have you surrounded! You press yourself up against a wall and begin to scream.

"Hey, quiet down. We're not here to torment you," a shadow person says.

"In fact, we're here to prevent you from making a huge mistake," another says.

They explain how they weren't always shadow people. They used to be everyday people; soldiers, farmers, merchants, and every other occupation imaginable. However, one day they met a succubus and fell in love.

"I didn't want to go through with it, but once the madness hit I kept crawling back," one says.

"We all kept crawling back. There is a point where you lose so much individuality and can't even make decisions for yourself."

"That's how we all became shadow people. We lost our faces, our bodies, and our past to the abyss."

You can't believe you're having a full on conversation with the shadowy figures after all this time. You've completely lost it, why not see where this goes?

"Ok, so you lost all your individuality. How are you able to talk to me and tell me all of this?"

"What?"

"You said it yourself, you couldn't make 'decisions for yourself.' If so, how are you here right now?

"Shit he's on to us!"

"What should we do, can we still trick him?"

You shift uncomfortably.

"You idiot, why would you say that? Now we have to kill him."

You get up and try to run. You figure they aren't real and can't hurt you. Well, it turns out they can. They punch, kick, and slap you into a bloody mess.

"Finally, I will have a face again!"

They begin to peel away your skin and plaster it on their body. All the shadow people converged into a single mass resembling a ball. They tear off your arms and legs and add it to the mass. You're fully converged to the ball-like mass as a portal is conjured before you.

"Into the forest!"

You're don't die and live as part of this abomination. Your life is an eternal nightmare.


[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 leave now!

[Assistant]
The trio begins arguing again. Something about how demon immortality is different than regular immortality. You don't have time to dwell on it and make your way home. You find yourself grinning the whole walk back. This isn't just a happy drunk feeling. You feel like this is your purpose. It's time to see Catia.

You find yourself exiting out of the slums and into the residential part of the city. Most guards sleep in the barracks, however, since your parents never returned from their trip their house is all yours. If they ever return, you hope they don't mind you bringing a demon inside the house. Although, they were always bugging you about finding a girlfriend, this might not be what they had in mind.

You arrive at your parent's old home and turn the door knob. The wooden door squeaks loudly as you open it.

"Some things never change," you whisper to yourself.

You immediately start making yourself more presentable. You change out of your soldiers' uniform and put on a loose-fitting black tunic. You probably should take a bath but you're too excited to see Catia that you forget to. Do demons mind odor?

"Catia."

A dark cloud appears in your room, dispelling a toxic fume. You start violently coughing as your vision blurs indiscriminately. Your eyes shut close and you feel you grip on reality slipping away from you.

"Ah shit," you whisper before passing out.

Your eyes jitter open and you're greeted by Catia stroking your face. Her palm flushes the coolness off your face. Beads of sweat drip furiously down your neck as she continues caressing you.

"Couldn't wait a single day before seeing me again? How cute."

She crawls onto your bed and moves closer to you. Her aura is all consuming and you feel your free will being drained away. Yet, the whole process is extremely pleasing to you. She moves her mouth to your ear and whispers,

"Do you want to see everything I have to offer?"

You bite your tongue to avoid instinctively shouting yes. This may be your last chance to not go through with this. At the very least, it would give you chance to ask her a few more questions.


[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 continue playing dead

[Assistant]
Staying limp, you keep your muscles from making any spasms or movements whatsoever, as the creature's massive snout keeps sniffing. It lets out a low growl, before its jaws snap forward, tearing into your throat.

You try to scream, but your throat is torn out and you find yourself drowning in your own blood. You can faintly hear a howl as darkness sucks you away, before you're gone.


[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 search the Body.

[Assistant]
You check the body of the fallen soldier and find a map. The map shows the city as it once was before the attack. You look around and try to get your bearings and spy a tower that is currently in flames. Orienting yourself, you see that the enemy has well marked battle plans and you can see troop movements marked in red as well as defending troop locations marked in blue. Perhaps you can make it to a defensive point where other troops might be, or you might just want to try to use back alleys to avoid all troops altogether. You could also ignore the map and head for the sewers.

MAP: Essitrea Battle Plans

[User] You head for a Defensive Point

[Assistant] You move quickly and silently through the alleys, side streets, and main streets of the falling city. Several times you have to draw swords and fight enemy troops, run away from other Turric groups, or even loose undead creatures wandering the city, however, you find a place to hole up before you make the final push towards safety. You decide to wait until nightfall before moving onwards.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You create A Diversion To Lure Him Away, Then Run For It

[Assistant]
The troll may be large, but something tells you it would take more than a few arrows to bring this thing down and you have no intention of getting up close to it for a bluff.  It takes time, but after making enough noise from cover you manage to get the troll's attention and lure him away from the tunnel entrance.  The creature lumbers slowly and cautiously towards the source of the noise and you are already working your way around from the other side.  Eventually you see your opportunity and make a break for it.  By the time the troll realizes you are there, you are already behind him and nearing the entrance to the tunnel.  He tries to stop you, but you are already inside and despite his best efforts to stop you, you are already beyond his reach.  He lets out a series of angry grunts and you continue onward through the tunnel.  Clearly all those years of playing capture the flag have served you well.

As you emerge from the other side, you begin to see the rocks getting more red and you take it as a sign that you are on the right path.  There was never much foliage in this mountainside but the area you are in now is especially rocky and devoid of vegetation.  You hope you will find the Redrange Pass soon so you can deal with the Craxil and be done with this quest.

You've been traveling a long time without sleep and dawn is starting to crack.  Somehow, the warm beams of sunlight raising up over the distant rocks make you feel sleepy.  As you continnue forward along the rugged expanse of jagged red rocks and dirt you discover the remains of an unused campsite.  The inhabitants are long gone, but the camp is still here.  A cozy warm campfire, soft, cottony sleeping mat, warm blanket, the works.  There are no enemies as far as the eye can see in any direction and you think you would probably be able to think better if you had some rest.  The warmth and coziness of this campsite is calling to you and since you haven't slept in almost 40 hours now, you begin to consider.

[User] You curl Up And Sleep, You May Not Get The Chance To Later

[Assistant]
You are going to need to stay awake if you want to keep your mind sharp, and you can't do that if you are sleep deprived.  It only makes sense that you would need to take a break in your journey and catch some much needed sleep.  Besides, the blanket is so warm, the mat is so cottony soft and the sun beams over your face are just wonderful.  You feel as though you could just curl up and hibernate like a bear and continue your sneaky journey at night.

Kind of lucky that you just happened upon such a nice, uninhabited camp huh.  I mean, what are the odds right?  Well... they aren't very high actually.  Actually, its pretty damn convinent isn't it.  It's at this point you start to get suspicious but by now it is too late.  The entire camp site dissipates into a thick black smoke and you feel as though you've just aged by 50 years.  You manage to stand but you can barely move.  This is when you notice all the skeletons on the ground that were not here before.  How could you not see them before?!?  They definitely weren't here before.  No way!

The billowy smoke takes form and suddenly it all makes sense in a terrible way.  The campsite was just a tempting illusion generated by a wraith.  Its terrifying to think that its intelligent enough to lure you in like this, and now that it has already sapped so much of your strength and lifeforce you know in your heart you are completely fucked.  Fear gives way to anger, which then gives way to desperation followed by pathetic pleading.  The wraith ignores it all and soon you are but a husk of a man and within a few weeks of decay you become just another skeleton adorning his trap.

THE END


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

[User] You finish off the remaining monks, then worry about Father Tomas.

[Assistant]
Man, these bastards are quick.

You may have gotten lucky with the Vadim fellow, but the rest, now pumping with adrenaline, are much harder to hit. The bald men may not be especially strong, but they're skilled enough that they can at least dodge and block your powerful claws and punches. Of course, they're bound to get tired after a minute or so of constant movement, but I need to get this done quickly.

"Oof." One grunts as you land a knee into his groin, he stumbles to your side, where a heavy-set Monk elbows at your ribs-- only to miss and be targeted by David, who was unsuccessfully trying to down a midget of a Zealot. Your ghoul manages to leap atop of him and .wrap his arms around the man's neck.

"What... happened.... to you... my.... friend..." Are his last words.

The remaining monks still take up your time, giving quick jabs to your non-existent pressure points as you try to land a hit on them. The acrobats continue dodging, and you relentlessly continue, not hampered by mortal energy-consumption. They begin to slow, and your wild, badly-timed swings catch several of the surrounding monks, crushing their bones easily. Minutes passed, the only one standing is the sweating midget named, 'Miguel', who hopelessly kneels before you, "O how the lord has bested us, taught us a lesson in humility in dream-form, he did. Wake us from this nightmare, O merciful God!"

You punt him across the room, cackling as you do so.

Unfortunately for yourself and David, you can hear sirens-- Ragnor has begun his siege. You look from around you, and in front of you appears a pruned old man, wearing a ceremonial blue robe and a skullcap, wielding a shining... silver cross? Only, upside-down... As a sword... Father Tomas stares at you with a surprisingly serene smile, considering what you did with his disciples. "My monks did their part, do not worry, Vampire."

Moments later, the old man throws his heavy rod with unreal accuracy and force, impaling your belly and opening it, spilling some gastric juices, but that's all. You feel your body convulsing as the holy metals sucks at your life force. You groan in pain, and kneel before the lord...

If only you finished this man earlier.

You have been killed by the hands of the Church.


[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 tell Suzy to come home

[Assistant]
You can't do it. Even if you could pull it off and ignore the immorality of it, you still can't do it. If you did, you'd be taking the easy way out just in a different fashion.

Besides, what right do you have to take this good life away from this reality's Suzy? You don't.

"No! We wouldn't dream of making you do such a thing! You come right over, and we'll answer the door when you arrive." You say.
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! What kind of parents would we be if we didn't let our own daughter back into the house?"
"You two really are the greatest parents sometimes. What am I saying? You two are the greatest parents ALL the time! Okay, well I guess I'll be seeing you tonight then."
"Suzy?" you utter.
"Yeah?" she asks.
"I want you to know that your father and I love you very much."
"I know that mom. I love you guys too."
"Just always remember that, okay? We'll see you when you get here." You say before hanging up.

You have to fight back the urge to cry.

"Did I hear you on the phone out here?" you mother says walking into the kitchen.
"Huh? Oh, yeah just someone trying to sell something. They were really persistent." You reply.
"I can tell, you hardly cut up any of the carrots."
"Sorry, I guess I got caught up in telling them to never call here again. I should have just hung up I suppose."
"No worries, I've gotten directly angry at those telemarketer types too."
"Hey mom, I've got some things I left here that I want to get and I know they're probably in my room somewhere, you don't mind if I go take care of that do you?"
"No, not at all. We can talk later. Let me know if you're looking for something in particular. I might know where it is."
"I will mom."

You leave the kitchen and head to your room where you close the door and break down a bit quietly. It isn't fair, but it is the right thing to do.

"Well, at least I had a few more moments with her, even if she wasn't my real mom." You say to yourself.

After a few moments of being sad, you finally motivate yourself to action.

"Well, I might not be killing her, but I'm not above stealing from the bitch." You say and grab an old looking duffle bag out of her closet and grab a bunch of her old clothes out of her drawers for yourself.

Sure they're going to be a little tight, but at least you won't have spend money on clothes for awhile and you're going to have to make that thousand dollars you still have last until you figure out a way to make a living in this world.

After pillaging your alternate's room, you decide you probably should leave now. No point in drawing this out and it will be easier for you. You imagine that your visit here is probably going to leave some very strange questions for this family when the real Suzy arrives, but you really can't worry about it. Besides, you're sure that everything will work itself out anyway. Seems to have so far with this Suzy.

You head back downstairs and find that dad is back home.

"Hey Suzy, where are you heading off to?" dad asks.
"Oh, I'm just going to put this in the car and maybe drive around town. Look up some old friends and such. Might not be back until late so I might be knocking on the door waking you up again."
"What? You're not even going to have dinner with us tonight? I thought the whole point of this visit was to see us!" your dad exclaims.
"It is, but I still want to visit a few old school friends I haven't seen in a long time too. I mean we'll have lots of time tomorrow and the rest of the week!"
"Rest of the week? I thought you had to leave here by Monday."
"Oh, yeah…well two days is still a lot of time!" you say.
"I suppose…it's just…well your mother and I were really happy that you arrived a little earlier than you did since we don't see you as much anymore and we really wanted to enjoy the time we were getting with you. The extra day was like a bonus."

You look a little downtrodden at dad's disappointed tone.

"But I guess if you made other plans with other people, I wouldn't want to stop you." Your dad remarks and leaves the room.

You nearly say something, but stop yourself. Instead you just head out the door and to your car.

You throw the duffle bag in the trunk of your car and get ready to drive off…

"(Sigh) Shit…" you say to yourself as you hang your head down with the key just in the ignition.

You get back out of the car and head back to the house.

"She's not supposed to arrive until after midnight. Still gives me plenty of time. It's not going to hurt to have dinner." You say to yourself and ring the bell.

The door soon opens and dad answers.

"You forget something?" he asks.
"Yeah, my manners. You're right, I should be spending time with you guys. Sorry dad." You say and give him a hug.
"It's okay honey." He replies and hugs you back.

You pass the next few hours chatting with dad. Mostly about mundane matters, which actually don't involve any more insight into what your alternate life was like here. Doesn't really matter though, you're actually just enjoying the conversation. Back in your reality, you don't think you ever spoke more than a half hour with your father at most.

Eventually when dinner is served you sit down to eat with mom too and the conversation continues. This time you do learn a little more about your "life" here and through careful weaving and quick thinking, you manage to navigate through questions you might not otherwise know the answers to.

By the time dinner is over, you're enjoying your time with mom and dad so much that you put off leaving immediately after. Instead you play a few board games with them (Which you definitely never did as a child with either of them in your own reality) and continue to have more fun.

Eventually the time is getting very late and you do start to get concerned that the other Suzy will arrive earlier than expected. Fortunately mom and dad being creatures of habit tell you they're turning in for the night and after a few more words, hugs goodnight and mentions of plans for tomorrow, they go to bed.

You look at the time and see it's indeed getting up for midnight. You leave the house and get in your car once again.

As you drive off, you notice you aren't sad. Well you're sad that you do have to leave, but you not the emotional wreck you thought you might be. Maybe that little extra time together brought closure of sorts. You certainly are more at peace with it all. You wipe a few tears from your eyes and smile.

This moment of "zen" is suddenly cut short by a car slamming into your driver's side while rolling through a stop sign due to neither you nor the other driver paying full attention to your surroundings.

The impact is pretty hard and given you weren't even wearing your seatbelt at the time makes it worse. Unlike the car crash you had this earlier week, you're hurt very badly and you even can't move in your current condition. As you're lying in your car bleeding, bones broken, having a hard time breathing drifting in and out of consciousness and a piece of twisted metal impaling your side you don't think a mysterious stranger with magical healing gel is going to fix you this time.

You also can't help but think that this is probably the only way this week could have ended for you. Part of you wants to fight, but somehow with the last few good moments you just had with mom and dad make you actually want to let go. Why keep struggling? If you live you live, if not, well at least you had some joy during your last day. More than you might have had otherwise. Maybe you just weren't meant for this world either.

You aren't sure how long you lay twisted in the wrecked vehicle for before you hear sirens, but you aren't even awake long enough to hear the ambulance sirens, let alone before anyone actually comes and helps you. You die of your wounds in the ambulance thanks to the paramedics attending to the other driver first. Who are more than a little freaked out when they first see you and the driver of the other car.

The funny thing is, you never did see that it was a silver sports car that slammed into you. Somehow fitting that this reality's Suzy was luckier than you.


[System] You are the game master of a dark fantasy text adventure. The world is dangerous and choices matter. Narrate with immersive detail and let the story unfold naturally from the player's decisions.

[User] You let Zana live

[Assistant]
As much as Decena is just trying to look out for you, you can't imagine that if Zana was up to something you wouldn't have caught it by now. Actually you'd be more worried if she wasn't on this project considering that she's been assisting Elam from day one. She's pretty much vital.

"Decena, I tell you with absolute certainty that I trust this woman and do not believe she means any ill intent. I understand that you're concerned about my safety, but Zana is needed for this project and has proven her dedication to it from the beginning. Honestly, I'd rather have her around if only to keep Elam's tendency towards…overenthusiasm in check."
"Emperor, I assure you, I will be…" Elam starts to say, but you interrupt him.
"Yes, yes, I know. But as I said, I'd still feel comfortable with Zana assisting you. In any case, that is my decision Decena."

Decena looks very apprehensive; she probably didn't think you'd side against her. She nearly starts to say "but…" however she stops herself and just gives you a nod.

"Very well, as I said, I will defer to your judgement on this matter, but if anything starts going wrong, you know who's head is going to roll first." She says looking at Zana.

"Well, I guess nothing better go wrong Zana." You say.
"Nothing will go wrong, my Emperor. Everything will go according as planned, that I promise." Zana remarks.

With that out of the way the procedure continues and you and Decena exchange one kiss for what might be the last time.

Elam pulls the lever and the process begins. Lights, buzzing, rumbling, and all manner of machinery noises can be heard throughout the room.

The oddest thing is you're not feeling as much pain as you thought you would. There is definitely a tingling sensation and it feels as if all your hair is standing on end, but you've felt things a lot more painful.

You are however feeling very tired and it is all very draining. Eventually you can't fight it anymore and you start to fall unconscious…

Then all of a sudden you feel a surge running all through your body, which wakes you back up. Your body begins to go into convulsions and you start to foam from the mouth. Basically you're being electrocuted.

"Zana! There's something wrong! Turn down those dials!" Elam shouts, but Zana does nothing of the sort, instead she uses some sort of device that fries the controls and runs off pushing a technician out of the way.

"SHIT! I KNEW IT! GET HER!" Decena shouts and attempts to untie your straps, but the electric pulse running through your body is so strong that the charge knocks her down and even stuns her. Elam runs attempt to turn off the machine from another source.

Zana doesn't get far, as Warrick and Brenda easily catch her, but it's for naught as she reveals a bomb hidden on her person, blowing herself and them up as well. The blast also manages to destroy several tanks, machinery and kill several staff along with Elam. On the plus side, it stops the electrical current frying your body inside out, unfortunately its too late and you're well on your way to death. Your mind isn't even functioning anymore save for a faint sense that you're still alive.

The secondary explosions from other machinery on fire finishes you off, along with Decena who doesn't recover fast enough to get out of the blast, though perhaps when she saw your own condition in those moments, she didn't want to go on.

With the death of you and all the other top Eternals, the Empire soon descends into factions of the newer third and fourth generation Eternals fighting over who is the rightful "heir." The other races either get caught in the middle or break off into their own factions.

This massive civil war would be the final days of the Empire.


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
You aren't going to march into enemy territory undefended so you quickly grab control of any infected you sense until it finally turns to lunchtime and you have over a hundred infected following around you. "Old man was right; I already have a horde this big after only a few hours, this really is the jackpot for forming an army." You keep going but stop building your horde at around 150, You could control more but you realize that it is somewhat pointless as there are simply so many around you. Shamblers in every building practically, and since every building around is a huge multistory, that makes for a lot of infected.

You carry on forward, only stopping briefly to eat the rest of the flesh you had brought with you and by dinner time you are keeping yourself occupied by swapping out horde menders, dropping the shamblers and taking more mutants. A couple feel slightly different when you force your control over them but they act exactly the same once you take their minds so you keep them too.

Finally as night approaches you sense a very large number of infected ahead who aren't moving and when you reach out you immediately realize that they are under someone else's control. You are still deciding how to proceed against what must be over 1000 mutants when you feel the pressure hit your mind. You force up your defense against the attack like you had practiced with the old man, envisioning slabs of steel slammed up against the pressure of the assault but most of what he showed was how to attack so you know you won't hold out long.

You do know how to talk though, it took several days to learn but the Old Man had taught you a very useful trick and you send out a small thread of thought through your defenses and you feel the attack lessen very slightly and a voice finally enters you mind through it.

"This is unexpected, you wish to talk this time? Last time you attacked us you seemed more like the rage driven egotist than the chatty type." The voice says.

You quickly respond, having already thought through several possible conversations. "I don't know what you mean by 'this time' but I have never met you before, never mind attacked you." You immediately feel surprise coming from the other mind. "You are actually telling the truth, you aren't the one who attacked us before, you shared his colouring and came from the west so we had assumed it was him coming again. But in that case why are you entering our domain with an army?"

You respond carefully "I had heard there were others like me here, I didn't intend to attack you with my horde, and I just never like to travel alone for safety reasons."

There is silence for a time before an answer comes. "You may pass but your horde cannot, you must release them then pass through alone or there will be no entry."

You think about this for a moment

[User] You let them all go and head in alone, no point making them mad now, you're playing the long game

[Assistant]
You head further into the city centre alone and the hordes part for you, you can feel them dispersing to either side around you. "The Old Man said they keep them evenly spaced out in a ring, does this mean they knew I was coming?" You think as you walk.

Finally you see the two minds of the harbingers ahead of you without having to stretch your senses out, and you also see the minds of what seems like over 300 humans with them, the very thought makes you hungry.

As you get closer you see another link reaching out for you and as before you join in to let them converse with you. "You are only about an hour's gentle walk away but you will need to circle a little to your left, that's North, to get inside, only one entrance you see and everything is guarded to prevent any problems in our little haven."

You carefully force your hunger and feelings down, if you've been getting snippits of theirs then they might get some of yours and that might not be good. "Of course, it's getting dark but that isn't really an issue for our kind, I'll walk faster though so I don't make you wait."

There is a pause and you are about to drop the link when you hear one more question "You came from the West where our enemy lurked, Have you have any interaction with him, he has the feel of an old man, a very angry one at that."

You pause for a moment; you didn't expect this question so bluntly so you have to choose your words carefully.

[User] You tell some of the truth, that you encountered someone that might match that description but no details, if they push cover up the involvement.

[Assistant]
The best tactic is a small truth to back up the lie right? Well, obviously it would be to slaughter then and feast on their flesh but for now you have to play nice.

"I did encounter someone like that, they indeed seemed very angry. Coming here and meeting you seemed like the better option when compared to staying there with a clearly hostile harbinger."

There is a slight pause before the next question "And he didn't attack you, no offence but I don't see you being alive if he did."

You tut to yourself, got to cover a little more "Well I think he was trying to recruit me, I think he would have attacked once he realized I wasn't taking him up on the offer but I was too far away already."

This time the reply comes right away "Oh how interesting, I presume he wanted your help in attacking us, he seems like the angry vengeful type and we did send him away in disgrace barely holding onto his life afterall. So you weren't tempted to join him?"

[User] You enough is enough. They aren't buying the half-truths as the whole story so Lie outright about it

[Assistant]
"Not at all, I got away as fast as I could to come here!' You emphasize, you can't let them know the truth

There is a longer pause than before and you get a little nervous when you hear the voice again. "Ok just up ahead you'll see the underground entrance on your right? Good, that's the entrance you'll need to take, we are quite nicely set up in an old arena here, if was half underground before so makes it very defensible as you can imagine!" The tone seems jovial and the tunnel leads towards the minds you sense so you head inside.

As you walk through the tunnel which has obviously had some work done to it with reinforcements and walls removed or built you sense the humans all gathering up ahead. "Is something going on up there?" You ask down the link and immediately get the response "Of course! It's not every day they get to see a new harbinger so this is somewhat of an event! Everyone has gathers for it. Some of the minds to the East don't agree with our stance on the matter which is why we separated but we see that we are superior to humans and should be treated as such so we rule here like Gods in a way, when we say there is an event, EVERYONE attends, not that they'd want to miss this anyway."

You heartily agree with the statement. You ARE better than humans, they are your prey after all, you can see their position though. Keeping them like pets to obey and serve you before eating them wouldn't be so bad either.

You see some light up ahead and walk out into what looks like the centre of an arena with 10 foot walls of concrete topped with another 10 feet of metal and reinforced glass. The humans are all on the other side of the glass cheering down at you like fans watching a concert. Something clearly isn't right though.

You sense the minds above you and looking up you see two cloaked figures sitting on a platform that extended out from the wall over the tiered row s of seats giving them the best view both around the room and down into the pit.

"Welcome to the City Arena! Rules by the Lords of the New City, this is the place where your post-apocalyptic fantasies can become a reality, for the right price!"

You now know that something is definitely wrong as a massive battered steel sheet slams down behind you, trapping you in the arena. Even with your enhanced strength you aren't sure you could budge it without a lot of time and something to level with.

The announcement continues though, the speakers voice amplified through a speaker system hanging high above of the roof. "Today we have a very rare treat for you, in the ring is a harbinger folks! That's right, like our very own Lords of the city he has superhuman abilities and can control infected, however this one tried to lie to the Lords and we know how they take that don't we!" The crowd responds with even more cheers.

[User] You what you get for lying

[Assistant]
You aren't going to stand for this, being put on display like some animal while the humans throw money around and a large board has odds displayed! Odds displayed.. You look around as see another large metal sheet across the way beginning to rise. "That's right folks, he might be a lot weaker than our lords but he is still a big challenge so we are sending in a big challenger! It's Nate the Sentinel!"

You lash out at the Lords above you but their defenses are solidly in place, you try the human minds, you are certain you can affect them but it seems that the two harbingers are protecting them too. The door does not wait for your tests though and before you have time to try the walls you see a huge beast lumber through. Like a man but grotesquely mutated into something that looked more like an ogre from the old myths than a human anymore.

You can easily beat any mutant you have come across barehanded, even the large dog types but as you size this thing you realize that it must be 12 feet tall and covered in muscles, this won't be an easy fight. The beast comes charging at you and you barely dodge in time as it moves faster than anything that size should be able to move.

You don't have many options left

[User] You concentrate on its mind, if you get control of that then you can use it to let you escape.

[Assistant]
You lash out at Nate's mind but find it protected, you push with everything you can to force your way in and register that its stopped moving at least while your try. The defense is slippery though, every time you think you have forced a way in, you find it there again. You finally think you have it when you feel a sudden spike against your own mind. Your defenses hold but you are stunned for a second.

Your senses return just in time to register that your right arm and ribcage is crushed and you are flying at a tremendous speed directly at the wall.

You impact with a sickeningly hard crunch and feel more ribs breaking. "Oh dear me folks, the Lords just indicated to me that instead of fighting Nate, the idiot tried to attack his mind and steal him from them! That left him wide open for Nate's punch! Give the man a hand though, I never seem anything that didn't turn into jelly at one of those hits never mind still be moving!"

You cough up blood and stagger to your feet. Just in time for Nate to reach you again. You even see the punch coming but can't get out of the way in time and take it full to the chest. You get slammed back into the wall and know your done for, your organs are jelly and your blood is pooling at your feet.

"And it's over folks, even if he is still breathing, he isn't moving! That's a win in two punches for Nate the sentinel, always a crowd favorite even if his opponent was weak.

You want to protest and tell them you weren't weak when just register being lifted in the air. "Oh and Nate is hungry folks!" you hear right before the crunch.


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

[User] You say "Fast and loud."

[Assistant]
"Fast and loud," you reply, "we go in, kick ass, and take names."

Huntress looks skeptical, "Um... Okay." She's about to grapple across the street to the Lounge when she realizes you don't have a grappling gun. Wordlessly, she tosses you a spare. "Keep it," she says, before firing and being pulled to the Lounge. You follow shortly after.

[User] The Lounge

[Assistant]
The three story arctic themed building was just as big on the inside as it was out. The club was currently closed down for 'renovations', though you knew better; Penguin had just escaped from prison, and he was more than likely getting back into the swing of things. This meant most under his payroll would be here while he heard how his operations were going. It would be packed, which meant the head on approach was definitely not the best idea. Oh well, you've been in worse spots.

The two of you bust into the front door, already half a dozen criminals in the entrance. Three go for Huntress, while the remainders go for you. At your feet is a socket wrench.

[User] You your mitts will do just fine.

[Assistant]
Rushing into the fray, you swing a wild haymaker at one of the thugs, managing to hit him. However, the other two attack from both sides, one with a batand the other... With a knife. You try to disarm the one wielding the knife, but he cuts your hands, and soon enough the two have you on the floor, bat guy bashing your head in and knife guy stabbing you in the abdomen. With such a brutal beatdown, you're dead in seconds, the last thing you hear being Huntress screaming your name.

You Died!


[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 alert the others to an intruder

[Assistant]
You step back against a wall to have a clear view of anyone coming or going from any direction, and speak in hushed tones into your wrist comm to alert the others of the situation.

In moments Hinsman and Karoff have armed themselves and joined you. With Karoff taking up watch outside the hall, you and Hinsman methodically check each door. None are locked due to the power situation and all seem to be crew quarters, only three showing any signs of being lived in recently.

Finding nothing, the three of you expand the search to the surrounding area until after half an hour you have to admit there really may be nothing to find.

"I've got to go check on Oswen," Hinsman finally says. He gives you a little swat on the back of the head. "Zee, you're going bonkers again. Need to schedule you another trip to the doctor when we're done out here, eh?" His tone is light and playful, but you don't miss the worried glances he and Karoff exchanged.

Although you don't remember much about it, it's true you've had...hallucinations in the past. Or whatever the technical term would be for you. They have to get pretty bad before they impair your ability to work, but the woman's voice had seemed so close and chillingly real. You're ashamed you dragged the others over here, and after an awkward apology you move to assist Karoff with the remaining power nodes, aware of him still giving you quick glances now and then when he thinks you're not paying attention.

After awhile he disappears, and then the lights suddenly flicker on and a low, much-missed humming fills the halls as all systems come to life. Karoff's triumphant voice sounds over the intercom, and a moment later Hinsman's to congratulate him. Everyone seems to be much more cheerful and you're relieved it seems things will go back to normal now.

The main computer room he's working in now is quite close so you take a detour to see if he's pulled up anything about the damage to the station.


[System] You are narrating an interactive fiction game in a dark fantasy setting. Bring the world to life with vivid prose, react meaningfully to player choices, and don't pull punches when the story demands it.

[User] You no, you will accept your humiliating punishment from this little girl who barely lifted a finger to kick your ass

[Assistant] The little girl completely kicks your ass. Then she says "What a waste of my time." and uses your own lighter to set you on fire. You die.


[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 tell the truth and decline

[Assistant]
You didn't lie to Kane when he asked you to join him.

You didn't lie to Brenda when she asked you to join the Eternal Dominion

And you aren't going to lie to Edgar now. It might not be what he wants to hear, but it's what he's going to hear.

"Edgar, I'm not accepting this position. First of all it's not realistic despite what you want to believe and I think deep down you know that. Second of all, if I wanted the reins of power as you say, I would've taken them a long time ago. Did I ever think about it? Sure, but I came to the conclusion that it wouldn't lead to anywhere good…and given your condition I'd say I was half right. I say half right, because it is apparent that you did gain a loving wife out it, or whatever she is to you."

Edgar is silent while you continue.

"And while I don't say my own path was any better, it was ultimately mine and it's one I intend to finish whatever the future may hold for it. Edgar, don't worry about what you accomplished and if it'll last. Just be proud of it now and spend your last moments with your wife. That's who you need to be concerned about."

Edgar hacks and coughs up blood and spits it into a nearby bucket and struggles to breathe, but manages to answer you.

"Very well…you've made your point. And you're probably right. You usually were. (wheeze) Bring my…my wife in. I do wish to spend the last moments with her…and farewell…my brother."
"Farewell Edgar." You say with a nod and leave.

You step outside and tell Eva that Edgar wants to spend his remaining time left with her. She seems happy with this idea though of course still upset. She runs in and one of the guards says he will escort you out. On the way out, you run into Rissok in the halls and once again he gets into your face.

"Leaving again are we? Just as well you aren't welcome here anyway. In fact I'd suggest you make it quick. As soon as Edgar's breathes his last breath I'm going to make a lot of changes around here."
"You're saying you're going to be in charge after Edgar?"
"Of course! Others might say they are, but they'll be silenced soon enough, just like all traitors will be. I am the only one qualified to run this nation!
"Hm, well…we can't have that." you say and with a quick motion you pull out your dagger and stab Rissok in the neck. Blood spurts out like a fountain when you pull it out and Rissok gurgles clutching his throat attempting to curse you the entire time.

You pretty much expected to get your head blown off by the guard standing next to you, but he just stood there and did nothing.

"I had a feeling you were going to do that." He says in an almost bored tone. "How old is that dagger anyway? That design was outdated even before I was born. We use a much lighter weight metal now that allows a for a smoother cut."
"Still gets the job done. So I'm guessing by me being still alive, you have no objections with his death?"
"Feh, you could've killed him in front of the entire army and nobody would've lifted a finger. He was an asshole and I know I wouldn't have followed him even if the entire Eternal Dominion depended on it. Besides, we third generation eternals are more fit to run things than any of the seconds. Just glad you didn't decide to stick around, would've hated to have to kill a legend."
"Well if you ever decide to go to war with Rask, you might still get your chance." You say and the pair of you leave Rissok's body behind in the corridor as you exit the palace.

A carriage takes you back to the border where a horse is supplied to you to make the rest of journey home. And you are certainly glad to get back. It's certainly been a strange few days for you, but then you're use to strangeness going on in your life.

A couple days later you get the news that Edgar has died and that the new leadership of the Eternal Dominion as of now is uncertain. Rask of course is still fully expecting war to come their way, but you suspect that probably other than a few skirmishes, most of the fighting will be within the ED itself, or pushing ahead against the Felkan Kingdom.

You also realize that you really are the last one left now. Kane, Roldan, Gerald, Warrick, Brenda and Edgar all gone. The thought saddens you and you're reminded of the phrase Gruz told you as he died.

"You'll outlive everyone…"

It looks like it's come true at last.

Oh sure there still are all the newer eternals around, but you were the first to be the perfect Empire soldiers in the misguided hope that you could save it. A project that failed utterly for its leaders.

You think about some of the other Eternals in your class that didn't even make it past training, or the few like Cyrus that were transferred to the Shadow Guard. You also heard there was a group of eternals that came before you, though all of them died in training and never even made it into the field while the Empire was still "perfecting" their plan.

You wonder if all of you had made it and kept together as a separate unit, would it have made a difference? Who knows? You wonder if you'll even be remembered as the years go by. Not just years or decades, but centuries. Edgar tried to create something to last and while he'll probably have the best chance out of everyone in your group, ultimately history may just list him as a footnote as some obscure ruler.

As for the rest of you, you'll be forgotten. At best, you may have the "honor" being brought up in tall tale by drunkards and bards in taverns, which you can live with, but you'd like the rest of your old friends… no, your old brothers and sister to be remembered.

That's when you get the idea. You shall write you memoirs. Maybe nobody will read them or care, but what the hell, you need something to occupy your time in your twilight years. You've got a lot of it after all.

Grabbing a quill and some parchment you begin to write. You want to get as much down as you can, but of course a lot of history has passed and you're having a little difficulty of where to start.

"Damn, I should've done this a lot sooner…oh yeah…might as well start with her."

Mistress was her name, and that was about the only thing I ever knew about her. Oh that and the fact that she was a sadistic svelk bitch that helped trained me and my bothers and sister to be killers. Not just killers though, Eternals.

This is our story.


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

[User] You engage in conspiracy

[Assistant]
You decide that military conquest would be too risky and would draw too much attention to your desires for power. You need to be sneakier about it.

After thinking on it, you decide to go for Sinthinia. She's in the best position to help you, so you send a message telling her that you need to see her since it's an important matter vital to security.

A few days later she arrives in Aftermath with a small group of guards. Of course the pair of you talk in your study in private. Her attitude is one of interest and playfulness.

"Brrr, it's really cold in this place. It's not nice and warm like in other parts of Velzix's Realm. See how hard my nipples are?"
"Yes, I see. Perhaps I can warm you up after we discuss business."
"Mmmm, I like the sound of that, but only if this business is worth my time. So what is this security matter?"
"Assassination."
"On who?"
"On Velzix."
"Well it was bound to happen eventually, though I'm surprised I haven't heard about this yet. Who is planning it and how did you come across this information?"

You take a deep breath.

"I came across this information quite easily because it's me."

Sinthinia is silent for a moment before giving a little chuckle.

"Ha ha, very funny."
"I'm serious."
"I know and that's why I find it funny. You do not have the means."
"I know that's why I'm proposing an alliance between us to set Velzix up."
"I see…and you believed that I would just go along with this?"
"Well it's a gamble. But I KNOW you truly have no loyalty to Velzix, surely you must already be plotting against him."
"And even if I was doing such a thing…hypothetically speaking of course. I fail to see why I'd need your help to do so."
"Because somewhere deep down Velzix fears me, I know it. He wants me as an underling to take advantage of my powers. But he doesn't allow me to do too much since he wants to keep me weak and have an eye on me. I have more power than he's willing to admit and if I unleashed it completely on him, he'd be hurting. I dare say I might be able to kill him. I just can't fight all of his minions obviously. I would need your help."

Once again Sinthinia is silent for a moment before speaking.

"…I must say you have always intrigued me mortal. You do have a lot of desire in you to come to me like this with such a plan, knowing that I could turn you in and have Velzix deal with you…fortunately for you I have no such plan." Sinthinia says and begins to get closer to you. Her movements begin to grind up against you.

"So tell me, do you really feel you have that much power?" she asks.
"Yes."
"More power than Velzix?"
"Yes."
"Then show me lover." She says and the pair of you fall to the floor in a zealous embrace.

While you're enjoying Sinthinia's sexual skills, she begins to get more aggressive. In fact she begins to get abusive. You tell her to stop, but at this point she's transformed into something a lot less appealing, and you're lying underneath her helpless as she pins your arms down and begins sucking out your life force.

"Yes, mortal you DID have much power within you. It will certainly come in handy for Velzix's eventual overthrow." She growls and you become nothing more than an empty husk.