[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 carry out your original plan

[Assistant]
Semra's agendas have never always been completely clear with you, but you're sure that whenever it is that you do listen to her, it somehow advances them to an end that will ultimately be no good for you in the long run.

This is one of those times where she's going to have fall back to her plan "b" because you're not helping her in this instance.

"Sorry Semra, I'm going with my own agenda this time. And you're seriously underestimating my abilities if this so called demon invasion does take place. True, I might not be young anymore, but I guarantee I'll be able to handle whatever is going to come next after we destroy Dequilet which is probably nothing anyway."
"Then you're a damn fool. A stubborn old fool who just doesn't want to look weak in front of his devoted…" Semra starts to say, but Decena suddenly cuts her off.
"Shut the fuck up, svelk cunt! You've spun enough of your bullshit lies today! You got your fucking answer from the Emperor, now scuttle back to whatever fucking hole you'll hide in before I hunt you down and I slice that venomous tongue out and shove it up your ass!"

Semra merely smirks at Decena's threat.

"And you used to kiss him with that mouth? Okay, I can see my efforts are going to wasted here. I hoped for a different way, but perhaps this will still work out. Goodbye Eternal, I don't think we'll meet again."
"You said that before." You answer.
"So I did…well perhaps you'll surprise me again. You always did have that special way about you."

With those final words, Semra's image disappears and you can get back to your original plan. Decena is certainly happier about the situation. You execute the order to have mages sent here to help bring down the barrier. You can imagine how upset Galen will be when he's been taken away from whatever less dangerous task he's doing at the moment.

In a few days, your mages arrive and you all focus to bring the barrier down. You tell your army as soon as it's down, to bombard with every catapult, cannon, lightning gun, ballista, and trebuchet they've got and the airships nearby have the same orders to open fire.

When everyone is in place you begin the spell to break down the barrier. It's similar to the time you were focusing on casting the continual firestorm on the dryad forest, but this is actually taking even more focus and energy. It's apparent that Mortimer or possibly the demon inside him doesn't want you getting in.

At some point during the spell, Galen flips out and starts babbling about hearing a voice inside his head. It's enough to cause a temporary break in focus and you try to calm him down, but he exclaims that bringing the barrier down is going to unleash something worse. You have no patience for this and he begins to worry the other mages. You blast him with a lightning bolt while he's in mid-babble and have his body removed from your sight.

"Now then, I want the rest of you to FOCUS! That so-called sorcerer in there is just playing mind tricks in order to save his worthless hide! Whatever voice any of you may hear is just a mere parlor trick and the only voice you should be concerned about is mine and what command it is giving!" you say to the remaining mages.

Going back to the spell there are no more interruptions, but as to be expected a couple of your weaker mages also collapse from the strain of the spell. The barrier however is definitely gone and the bombardment of Dequilet starts immediately.

The utter destruction of Dequilet is loud and full of explosions. You continue to have it bombarded until you're satisfied that nothing is going to be left alive. Eventually though you do call a stop to it.

"Alright, that will do for now. We'll let the fires die down a bit and then send in some squads to rummage through the ruins of that place. I'm fairly certain we killed everything, but never hurts to be sure." You say.
"Hopefully that svelk bitch was in there too." Decena remarks.
"We could only hope, but my guess is she probably fled when she realized I wasn't going to help her."
"I'm glad you didn't. Are you okay though?"
"Me? Yeah, just need to rest a bit. (Whew) Bringing that barrier took it out of me a little. More than I expected I guess. That needn't have been the case had Galen not lost his shit. Bah, no matter. The man did nothing but complain anyway." You remark.

Just as Decena is about to respond, you suddenly feel a change in the air. One brimming with magical energy and a malevolent presence.

A large portal opens up just above the ruins of Dequilet and a red flying creature comes out and then another, and another, and then…

While seemingly hordes of demons are pouring out of this one portal, another portal opens up nearby and then another, and then another and then…

While your army is shocked and scrambling to prepare for this unexpected attack, you just curse silently to yourself.

"Damnit…she was fucking right…AGAIN…" you say.
"Emperor! There are demons everywhere! What are your orders?!" Decena asks in between telling nearby officers to adopt a defensive position.

Your orders are of course to fall back because right now you're starting to become heavily outnumbered as more and more demons come pouring out of the portals. Unfortunately you're also starting to become surrounded. It doesn't help that most of your siege machine ammunition is gone due to your bombardment of Dequilet. The airships are still functioning fortunately, but a good number of flying demons are already making their way to try to solve that situation.

"We're going to have to fight our way of this mess and regroup at the nearest fortress! In the meantime kill anything red with hooves and horns!" you shout. You really wish you weren't as tired as you are, but you're going to have to just fight through it.

A few minutes in and the retreat is definitely looking grim. You got separated from Decena and you have no idea if your other general Flevas is even still alive. Your Eternals are doing their best as always, but the rest of your troops are suffering from a severe drop in morale and mostly screaming in terror desperately trying to get away rather than an organized defensive retreat. You don't know if it's due to fighting otherworldly beings and a seemingly endless supply of them, or if its some sort of unnatural fear aura that the demons themselves are causing. Probably a bit of both.

Your kobold troops however are ever resourceful and in the middle of slicing off the head of a demon, a single kobold tugs at your scabbard. You almost kill him thinking him another attacker before he holds up his arms in panic.

"No! No! Emp! Emp! Help! Hole! Over here here! Scape scape!" the kobold says and points to a hole that one of his people have no doubt made.

Escaping through the tunnel would probably be a good idea since its starting to look like the demons are attempting to cut off your path of retreat, but then you are also concerned about Decena's whereabouts. If your next war is going to be against these otherworldly monsters, you're going to need all the skilled leaders you can get.

[User] You go with the kobolds

[Assistant]
Decena's a big girl and can handle herself Chances are she's already making a path towards the nearest fort. You're sure she's fine…well you hope she is.

In any event, you aren't going to be much good if you don't survive this assault so you follow the kobold soldier down the hole.

The tunnel as you expect is smaller than the average human size, but you're able to walk even if you do have to crouch a bit and keep your head down. Several kobolds enter the tunnel after you in an effort to keep the back of you better protected just in case some demons come wandering down.

The kobold who lead you here in the first place continues to runs just a bit ahead of you and repeat directions of where he's heading next. You have to cast a dark vision spell just so you can see since its pitch black.

You follow the tunnels for a bit and there aren't even any demon attacks from behind (or ahead for that matter) and you begin to think that this was probably the best idea, but unfortunately events take an unexpected turn.

With the battle still raging above ground, the tunnels do suffer from minor damage as bits of dirt periodically fall from the ceiling of them. It doesn't get bad until one of your airships which had been destroyed by the demon onslaught comes crashing down right above the tunnels you're in right now.

You hear a loud crash from above and then a louder rumble as massive amounts of dirt fall around and upon you. The kobolds you're travelling with yelp in panic and try to get away either by retreating back the way you came or forward to where you're going. You however can't move quite as fast in the cramped tunnels and you become buried alive under rock and dirt.

Not even a glorious warriors death, just a convenient burial.


[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 stay

[Assistant]
You figure the Combine has better things to do than bother one person living alone. They're at war with goddamn cyborgs for fuck's sake and trying to "tame" the wasteland by taking over towns, you doubt if they'll even notice you.

The problem is, the original citizens that managed to survive the hell you created in their town four years ago, tell the Combine all about you. It's well known at this point that it was YOU who caused the attack in the first place, it's well known you participated in numerous atrocities during the attack; it's well known that you'd periodically stalk the streets of Cinderville at night like some demented hunter, viciously killing men, women and children.

One of the only requests that they had for The Combine, was for YOU to be killed. The Combine always being an organization to keep the masses at least happy enough for them not to rebel, agrees to their request. After all you're a scumbag anyway that would probably still continue to harass the town, the best thing to do IS eliminate you.

They soon arrive in force outside your home.

You're well stocked and prepared for a siege though; you figure you'll be able to hold out long enough before it gets to costly to them and they'll have to break off their attack, at which point you'll make your escape.

However, they've also been informed just how dangerous you are, not to mention they don't want to waste too much time with you, so after confirming you're inside (Which they do when you kill one of them attempting to get closer to your front door) they just start bombarding the place with rockets and grenades.

The entire place is razed to the ground with you in it.


[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 be an asshole

[Assistant]
So much for civility…

"Peeyew! It smells like a fucking litter box emanating from the house!"
"Wolf! You said you'd be civil!" Mary remarks.
"Doesn't sound like something I'd say."
"Mary, why'd you bring this dick here?" Irena asks.
"Because I THOUGHT he wanted to reunite with his son, not be obnoxious!"

Just then your son comes to the door. He's even more surprised to see you.

"Dad? What, what're you doing here?"
"Insulting your wife so far." Irena answers.
"I don't need to insult your feline ass; you people do a good enough job of that yourself by your mere existence."
"Now that's enough Wolf!" Mary says hitting you.
"Fuck you, you mean old bastard!" Irena says.
"Dad, come on stop. Look let's all go inside and…"

Now two little furballs come to the door, they look like Wolf cubs, but the unmistakable feline features are there. They look up at you with wide eyes.

"Who's that Daddy?"
"That's your grandfather." Lawrence says picking one up. "Dad you've never even seen your own grandchildren. You want to hold them?"
"Don't let that bastard hold them! He's never bothered to see ANY of his grandchildren! Fuckin' deadbeat!" Irena says.
"Shit, they'd be safer with me than they are with you! You better watch your kids Lawrence, she'll be trying to molest them soon, if she isn't already, you know how those fuckin' cats are!"

Oooh boy you really crossed the line that time.

"WOLF!" Mary shouts.
"How fucking DARE you! Fuck you! I don't need to be insulted on my own property! Get the fuck out!"
"Dad, you're out of line! You can't just come here and insult my wife and family like this!"
"Oh so that's how it is eh? I've been hearing about how you want to see me so bad, but now you're showing your true colors. You're gonna side with your wife, instead of your blood. Shit, I knew you were whipped. I wasted my fucking time all those years ago trying to groom you to take my place and there's no point in wasting my time here, I'm fuckin' done. Enjoy your fuckin' life with your cat bitch and your halfcat brats." As you turn around you address Mary. "Yeah, this was a great idea Mary. If you want a ride back home, I'll be on my bike waiting a few minutes, if not, you can get a ride from either the inbreeder or the traitor."

You get on your bike and wait awhile for Mary, but it's apparent she isn't following, so you take off and leave. Fuck her too and if she doesn't want to work on the movie idea with you; then fuck that as well, you'll survive somehow, you always have. It's what you do best. You had a temporary moment of weakness, but when it came down to it, you stuck by your principles. You might be an old and broke, but at least you're not fucking a cat thing.


[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 pack up and leave

[Assistant]
You quickly gather up your stuff as quickly as you can thankful that this crazy bitch is even giving you a chance for survival. You curse yourself for reconnecting back to the system, you knew someone was doing some shit like this; you just had the wrong person.

You make sure to take your pistol, you have no idea what the outside world is like now, but you're sure you're going to need it. As you hear the elevator slowly reach the bottom you fill up a couple of your empty bottles with water, you hope you'll have enough to last you.

"I sure hope you're ready, because the elevator is." Miranda says.
"Yeah, okay, okay!" you answer and get in the elevator, which begins to ascend.

Your current state of mind is a mixture of fear and anxiousness. Part of you begins to wonder if it won't be so bad on the surface, after all…then the elevator suddenly stops and doesn't continue, your fear begins to overwhelm you completely when you hear Miranda's menacing voice again.

"Well I'm glad you had the intelligence to take a gun with you, it should certainly save you from the slow death that occurred to Shadow when I trapped him in the elevator. I'll inform Becky you said goodbye."

You scream out, but there is no one to help you. You've effectively been trapped in an even worse situation than you were before. There isn't any service access, there's no panel you can pry open, even the solid steel door is a single piece that slides one way. You wouldn't be able to pry it open even if you had the strength to do so. You're doomed and you know it.

Miranda was right; there isn't any point in prolonging the inevitable. You take your gun, hold it to your head and close your eyes…


[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 letters to home (Grand Alliance...)

[Assistant]
Dear Mom,

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

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

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

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

Give my love to the rest of the family.

Your son


[System] 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 you'll just leave. Doesn't involve you.

[Assistant]
You raise your hands, shake your head. "Do what you will. I'm leaving." With those words, you make your way to the door. Eliza shoots a horrified look at you, Isaiah stares at you with pure hatred in his eyes. They must think you're an awful person. You're not; you're just doing what you have to in order to survive.

You exit the inn, leaving the bandits with Isaiah and Eliza. As you leave, you hear another scream, from Isaiah again. Can't be helped. Much as you want to go back in, sword in hand, you don't want to cause more trouble to the town by killing those bandits. All in all, you're doing this for the right reasons... Mostly.

You walk down the road, never returning to the village again.

THE END


[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 continue waiting inside for Kelso

[Assistant]
A sigh leaves your lips as you ruffle your hair with your hand. Now scratching, several hairs fall off. Perhaps not too unusal; trivial, even. But things like this interest people in boredom. That, and the twitching of a certain fly beside the table. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.

It's annoying. Your nose flares as you continue to sit. Sleep isn't what it used to be either, more like an odd sort of meditating. Besides that, your senses continue to ring as the fly takes to the air around you. It lands, and you feel a faint tickle on your cheek-- And you catch the damned bugger. Nothing but your hand moved, a small action was all it took to take the flies life. You didn't even mean to kill it immediately, though you don't mind it's yellow ooze. Without feeling it, you squished it. Threat destroyed, you put your fingers to your temples and try to meditate.

Almost immediately, your mind begins to drift...

---

Come on, wake up!

"Wuh? What's going on? Who are you?"

We can formally reintroduce ourselves later damnit, the lab is falling apart!

The lab? What lab? Why the hell am I in a lab?

I'll explain everything once we're safe. But we need to go. Now.

It is then when your eyes adjust enough that you can actually view the chaos that surrounds you. The red, flashing lights give you just enough light to make out cracked capsules with smelly liquid pouring out from them and flooding the floor. Looking even slightly up, you can see your own smashed container, as well as the pillars supporting the ceiling riddled with cracks. An odd assortment of humanoids seem to be sprawled out on the floor, with several still writhing and creeping sluggishly.

But besides all this, you don't really feel much, considering. A numbing liquid surrounding and licking at your sides, but not much else. You can't even recognize your own heart beat. Then again, that's quite possibly due to the tension and commotion. Perhaps you were numbed while in that storage container.

The man beside you seems to still shaking you, though it takes you several seconds to notice. Grabbing you by the hand, he begins to force you up and drag you along until your legs begin to feel enough to move. Although still sluggish, your motor controls seem to be working better than whatever you could remember. Finally, you feel like you can resume mumbling out questions, even while hurtling around breaking pillars and stumbling on broken glass.

Where... where are we going?

Out. The Zealots of the Church may come in any moment, so we need to evacuate.

The Church? I... Can you at least tell me your name?

Stop talking. Just run.

How do you expect me to trust you if I don't even know who you are?

I'm not sure you know who you are either, right now it's best you trust me and shut the hell up.

And you do. Thinking about it, you really don't remember who you are. Who you were? It's... blank.

The man's hand is outstretched, motioning you to hold on and follow.

---

A sudden crashing noise awakes you from your revelation.

[User] A uniformed man appears.

[Assistant]
Out of nowhere, a humanoid with flashy armor leaps at you. Fearful, you quickly send out a powerful jab, lamely clunking on his armor as he topples on top of you. You expect him to attack, or continue the assault, but he appears to be as dazed you are. Although the metal armor is heavy, you're able to throw him off of yourself, hearing a splintering in the wooden floor as he lands.

"I'm here."

It's Kelso. His striking features resemble an older gentleman. Whitish blonde hair and a gruff voice, though perhaps with a slight German accent-- almost grandfather-like. "Master, where were you? What... is this man doing here?"

"C.E. Agent, member of the Church and Special-Forces Unit for taking care of our kind. You need to kill this filth."

You raise an eyebrow, "What? I dunno... Ugh. No, Kelso. He's just, like, doing his job. I think? No, it doesn't matter! What's going on?"

"His job is to murder Creations, government is after us and the rest of the-- the Professor's creations. We're not safe. Which, is why you need to kill this officer. You need to get used to this before it becomes more common to handle."

The soldier slowly looks up at you, scrambling to get up. "You two... speak? Lord in heaven, the damned speak!"

You can imagine his eyes would be widening right about now, but his entire body is covered in the metal suit, flashing with electric blue lining, his helmet with a black visor. The figure, now up, begins to scramble for a rifle-like object, but Kelso gives a heavy slap to the back of his head, sending the man flying forward, his helmet flying off in a different direction.

"Kelso, Creations? What the hell is going on? Tell me!"

"First, kill him."

"I'm really not sure about this..."

"Kid, I know you're hungry." It's true. "This is the only thing you can feast on."

You just stare in disbelief, shaking your head. Kelso stares at you for a moment before turning around and kicking the operative in the side. You hear a dent and a crack, likely his ribs were smashed along with his armor.

"Let's get your questions over with. Now. You need to decide what you'll do with him."

You take a deep breath, just shocked at everything that's transpiring. After mumbling and scratching your head, you think you know what to ask.

[User] You say "Why the hell do I need to eat this man?"

[Assistant]
Kelso sighs with an apparent annoyance. "You're not eating him. You're going to drink his blood. I've explained this before."

He sort of did, but it doesn't exactly make it better. He told you that you couldn't digest any food, but he never mentioned you'd have to digest blood!

"I... I drink his blood... from the neck?" Your knowledge about supernatural creatures is more or less non-existent, give or take whatever nerdy things you might have dabbled in high-school. Unless you were some sort of jock before then. You don't remember...

"Not necessarily. The wrist works too-- as long as you get a stream of blood in your mouth you'll be satiated. This should be easier as things go along though, since any sort of infirmary should have some blood packs for transfusions, and those are easily broken into. And you can always drink non-human blood... But this is necessary. Oh, and do remember to watch out for the diseased, bad blood isn't good for yor system."

"Ugh... Do we really have to kill him?" You ask with a frown.

"Unless you want him to call upon the rest of the C.E. Crew on our asses, then yes. Either way, you need to be full before we leave this shit hole. We have work to do."


[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 kill it

[Assistant]
Trusting a duplicitous creature that can mimic you perfectly? Yeah that's a great idea and won't at all turn around and bite you in the ass later on!

You're not taking chances, the dop dies and then Green Eye and the rest of his crew after, you don't care how many tunnels he's got in that mine of his, he is not going to hide from you.

First things first though.

You approach the dop without another word and bit it on the neck. It makes a horrible wailing noise and no sooner have you drunk some of its blood that you immediately stop because it tastes completely fucking horrible.

"Ugh! Shit! I've tasted greenskins better than you!" you say spitting out most of the gray stuff.

The dop attempts to get away after your temporary distraction, but it's a futile endeavor, you catch it and ignore its last pleas for mercy before breaking its neck. You aren't actually sure if that's going to kill it, so you decapitate it just to be sure.

You leave the house and find that a minor crowd has gathered from a safe distance. They're probably wondering what exactly happened, time to make up a story.

"Is that…thing gone m'lord?" someone asks.
"Yes, of course it is. Didn't you hear its death scream? I interrogated it first though. Apparently those bandits I thought I took care of have regrouped and will be trying to attack again. However, we know the truth now and can prepare. I'm going to track them down and finish them off for good, however I'm still going to bless some of you and when I do, you will be charged with helping the defense of this village. I trust you all will be up for the challenge should it come to that." You say.
"Of course m'lord! We all will!"
"Then we will start tomorrow, for now though I wish to spend time alone."

You spend the rest of the night wondering if you should just go ahead and attack tomorrow night or wait around to turn some of the villagers into ghouls so you have help. As much as you hate to waste time to let them get better equipped, you decide if the mines are as trapped and treacherous as the dop claimed they were, it probably would be to go in with help, if only to use as fodder.

The next night you start again with what you originally planned. This time you pick a married couple at random and decide to see how it goes. You give them both some of your blood which causes them to gag a bit and then generally feel "weird."

The pair of them stagger back home. You then repeat this process with five more villagers before you need to stop as it's a drain on your own strength.

A couple days and nights pass and you repeat the process with all of them and just when you're starting to get frustrated, they start to show a change. The seven of them become more fawning than usual towards you and you don't even have to do anything. They're also paler and beginning to move in a less normal fashion. It's more of a loping gait. Their appetite becomes a lot less normal as well.

You think you've finally changed them into ghouls. You're glad it didn't take as long as Isabella once suggested it would if you attempted it.

However, you soon discover all her warnings were correct. First off, they ARE very annoying with how much they're underfoot all the time. Still, they are very obedient and they soon finish digging out the area meant to be your new resting place under the house. It's crude, but you figure it can be worked on continually. For now though it's functional enough that you don't need to sleep in a hole in the ground in the forest nearby.

Keeping them subdued when you're asleep is another matter however. While you attempt to tell them to stand guard over you, they're little like children in that they get bored and have short attention spans.

While they haven't actually attacked anyone yet, they're acting aggressive enough that it won't be long. This naturally causes some of the other villagers to be wary and now that's potentially messing up your relationship with them.

To counter act this, you give a few intimidating speeches, re-hyponotize a few of the key villagers again and have a few of the more aggressive ghouls whipped before the mob and scold them for their behavior. The pathetic creatures soon learn that they aren't going to be chewing on their neighbors anytime soon. Still, it does make other villagers less eager to want to become ghouls now, though you're sort of wondering if it's worth it since it's taking your strength to upkeep all the ghouls which is in turn taking more of a toll on your villagers anyway.

While you're trying to keep a precarious balance of humans and non-humans together through your powers and plain old fear, you also keep in mind that it will soon be time to meet up with Green Eye and his crew. You just hope you'll have the element of surprise to a point where it won't matter how many silver weapons they have.

When the night finally comes, you head to Green Eye's mine with your ghouls who happily follow.

When you arrive, the lone hobgoblin guard stands there at the entrance with the child tribute. You can already sense the rise in the savage's heartbeat when he sees you arrive with your ghouls. The child of course is already scared.

"Um…we have your tribute as usual." The hobgoblin says.
"Yeah, about that. Don't really need the kids anymore. There's been a change in recent developments." You respond.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, in fact I've decided to make the whole tribute process simpler by getting rid of you all"

It doesn't take long for the hobgoblin to process what you mean exactly. His eyes widen and he turns to run, but you catch him before he gets anywhere and break his neck.

You turn to address your ghouls who are already in the process of advancing. The boy who is tribute is frozen in fear.

"Hold on, wait…ah damn it! Fatty! Fuck, I was going to tell you lot to leave the boy alone so he could tell the tale to his village of how I saved him from the bandit scum. Never mind now I guess."

You smack your ghouls around to get them to stop feeding on the boy and the hobgoblin so you can get the rest of this task finished.

You once again enter the mine and once again you come to the large open area where most of Green Eye's people are gathered. No sign of Green Eye, but in the meantime, you'll be wiping out the rest of his people.

Doesn't take long for your ghouls to start howling and leaping into battle with abandon. You don't bother reining them in. Green Eye's people are for the most part unprepared, but there is some resistance. With the silver weapons, they probably would do a lot better than last time against you, but since you brought a bunch of ghouls, they do about as well as last time.

The battle in the main cavern is quick and bloody, several of your ghouls go chasing people down in various tunnels. The rest of them start feasting on the dead already in the immediate area.

While you hear sounds of fighting and screaming coming from various tunnels, you still have not seen Green Eye; it would appear your hunt for him is going to begin right now.

Since you've already been warned about the place being trapped, you figure it probably would be a good thing if you took some of your ghouls directly with you. Of course it might be a good idea to leave most of them here to guard this area just in case Green Eye tries to escape this way when you're looking for him.

You decide you can probably afford to take two and leave the remaining two here. The other three that went running off will probably wander back here eventually.

You then give your orders and you pick the tunnel that you remember seeing Green Eye walk from the last time you were here.

You cautiously walk around even keeping the ghouls slightly back, since while they are expendable, you don't want to just lose them unless you have to. So far though, and you aren't coming across anything out of the ordinary. This is good in that there aren't any dangers that have been nearly killing you, but bad in that you haven't uncovered any secret passage ways or rooms that Green Eye might be hiding in.

Eventually you stop hearing any noise of combat. Either your ghouls killed everyone or you're getting far enough a way from you original location.

Later, you've already gone down several dead ends and while you're not lost, you are getting frustrated since there doesn't seem to be any clue of where Green Eye is. You start to curse yourself in that it might have been a good idea to try to leave one of his people alive to point you in the right direction. Even leaving the dop alive and dragging it with you, would have helped.

You start to get paranoid that maybe Green Eye has doubled back somehow and managed to escape so you start heading back to the large cavern near the entrance.

The problem is you do it so fast that you aren't as cautious this time, and while you passed through several tunnels that weren't trapped, you don't take into consideration that Green Eye didn't sneak around and trap them after you already passed through.

Even then, you might have been quick enough or had the danger sense to avoid something amiss, but your ghouls are another matter.

No sooner have you heard the "Spong!" noise that you quickly look to where you need to take cover.

A huge rumble occurs in front of you and before your eyes you see both of your ghouls gets crushed by a cave in by an explosion. You are actually blown back a bit and quickly scramble up when you also see that this isn't just a cave in, but a cascading effect.

You have no choice but to run back deeper into the mines, though you're so busy trying to get away, you end up taking a tunnel you haven't explored.

You run down the unexplored tunnel trying to avoid getting buried and hoping you outrun it or find an exit of some sort.

You find an exit, but it's down.

Once again, not paying attention, you fall down a pit. You attempt to grab on to the sides of the smooth wall, but you only succeed in ripping your fingernails off in the process and it disappears eventually anyway as you fall into a larger underground cavern and slam hard into the rocky ground below. Your yells of pain echo throughout the cavern.

You've most definitely broken several bones in your legs. You'll regenerate, but it's going to be slow, especially without any fresh blood around, unless there are some rats around.

As you start to look for something like that, you feel more rumbling. At first you think it's ceiling collapsing on you here, but then you realize the sound is coming from below.

This silver mine closing down wasn't due to it running dry, it was more because there was an infestation of giant insect things in the lower parts of it, which you have now discovered.

The chittering becomes louder and eventually several many legged, many eyed things burst forth from the ground.

You fight about as best as you can in your situation, but you're weak, crippled and overwhelmed.

You die screaming in the darkness as you are devoured.


[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 go into Mailboxes, etc...

[Assistant]
You find yourself inside the lobby of a 24-hour Mailboxes Etc. store. At the moment, there appears to be no one here. There is a counter with a number of ads and hand-written papers advertising discounts for various types of mailboxes and terms. There is even a scale for weighing mail. On the side wall is a slot labelled "Outgoing mail."

The floor here is, well, old. It looks like the linoleum floor was once white, but it is a strange grey-brown at the moment, and near one corner is a pile of something that, well, you don't even want to think about what it might be.

On all the other walls of the room are various mailboxes from very tiny boxes that appear to only hold a letter or two; up to boxes that look so large that you think you might be able to climb inside.


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

[User] You refuse

[Assistant]
You decline Bligh's unattractive offer to sail with him again and remain in England for another year. The time passes quietly until, quite unexpectedly, the crew of the HMS Pandora return to Portsmouth aboard another ship. It seems that on arrival in Tahiti the previous year the Pandora found and captured fourteen of the mutineers, two having been killed in fights and another nine having sailed off aboard the Bounty previously. While searching for the Bounty and the remaining pirates the Pandora sank off the Great Reef with the loss of many lives, including four of the mutineers. The surviving crew, including the remaining ten mutineers, sailed to Coupang in open boats, much as you did, then to Batavia and from there returned to England.

The Admiralty requests that as many of the eleven remaining loyal members of the Bounty crew that can be found (Bligh and LeBogue are still off on Bligh's second breadfruit voyage) should testify against the ten captured mutineers and you read in newspapers that seven, including Fryer, Cole, Peckover, Purcell and Haywood, have volunteered their services. You wonder whether you should go or not.


[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 job

[Assistant]
If this is going to help you find Lisa, then this is what you're going to have to do.

"Okay fine. Tell me what this corpse looks like." You say.
"That's what I like to hear iceman." Mantis remarks.

Mantis gives you a physical description of the Karnite in question and his few haunts when he isn't at his temple. As befitting of a follower of Karn, he is constantly training his body and you can see him running laps in the area close to his temple early in the morning.

Before you leave, Mantis tells you that he'll look into finding out all he can about Lisa and if she is in fact an Ebony Claw, he'll tell you how you can contact her providing that you're successful.

The next few days you spend scouting and spying on your target's activities. As expected he doesn't indulge in much. Most of his time is spent in the temple. He only occasionally leaves to purchase a few pieces of fruit, which he seems to enjoy. He doesn't exactly purchase them either, he just takes them from the poor fruit seller who is far too intimidated by the burly holy man to tell him not to.

You thought about picking a fight with him when he was taking one of his morning runs, but you believe this might be better.

So eventually you make your move.

"Hey! Watch it! I was going for that apple!" you say mildly bumping into the priest.

The priest looks at you with annoyance, but he doesn't make a hostile move towards you. In fact he backs off a bit, but he also doesn't give you the apple either.

"Are you fucking deaf? I said I WAS going for that apple!" you say raising your voice.
"Sir! There are many other apples to choose from! Please pick any of the others. They're all fresh I assure you!" the fruit seller remarks nervously.
"I suggest you listen to the shopkeep." The Karnite priest says.
"Pfft, I don't give a shit what fruit boy says, let alone you! You're one of those karnites aren't you? I can tell by your shitty brown robes. Supposed to be masters of combat or something. I'm hardly impressed."
"I'm not here to impress you, but if you would like a sample of my abilities, I would be more than willing to show you."
"Yeah, right. And after I kick your ass, you'll get all your Karnite buddies after me."
"With how you're boasting, I'm surprised that would be a concern. However, we can make it a one on one contest as per the doctrines of our faith. No retaliation for whatever the outcome. This one and any of these onlookers can be witnesses."
"Um…sure…okay. Whatever you say." The fruit seller responds.
"I will say though, I'm detecting magic emanating off of you. If you're a sorcerer of some sort, this agreement is off." The priest adds.
"I'm not a sorcerer. This is just me. You backing out?" you respond.
"No, I just suppose this will make things more interesting. Though I hope you realize that when we do this, I don't intend on just…in your words kicking your ass. Karn's honor demands no less that I end you permanently."
"That's okay, I wasn't planning on holding back either."

You pull your short sword and the priest adopts a defensive stance. He doesn't seem at all worried that you have a weapon. After a couple of swings, you find out why since he easily disarms you.

When you attempt to go for your dagger, he grabs your wrist to stop you and punches you hard in the face. While it doesn't hurt as much as it would a "normal" person, you still feel the impact. Despite your icy skin and emanation, the priest shows no signs that he's bothered by it. Though no doubt as one of the Karn's faithful he's trained himself to not feel pain like other people. This is very apparent when you actually land a couple of blows and he reacts about as much as you would, which is barely phasing him.

You may have had your battles with arguably more "powerful" beings and creatures than this priest, but then there were other circumstances involved. You are learning first hand that the priests of Karn live up to their reputation. It's only due to your condition that you manage to stand as long as you do, but eventually he lands a really good punch and this time you go down to the ground.

With you on the ground, the priest immediately takes advantage by taking one of your legs and breaking it. You definitely feel the physical trauma of bone snapping through your skin, though thanks to your dulled senses you don't go into shock and you manage to swing your other leg as hard as you can and kick the priest in the side of the head. He isn't expecting that reaction and you catch him slightly off guard. He's temporarily dazed and lets go of your broken leg.

It isn't enough however, since you're still at a disadvantage with a broken leg. You finally manage to pull your dagger in a desperate attempt to even the odds.

The priest avoids your attempts at stabbing at him with your dagger from your prone position. Instead, he kicks your hand, followed by stomping on it, breaking your fingers.

Sensing that you're much more manageable prey now, the priest puts his foot to your neck and stomps on it. It's enough to crush your windpipe causing you to gasp for air, but your slow asphyxiation is put to an end when he breaks your neck with a couple more stomps.


[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 help Jessica

[Assistant]
Under different circumstances, this might have worked, but your cold emotionless demeanor is still very much a part of you. When you approach Jessica to help her, she declines and gives you a funny look.

You go back to doing what you were doing. In fact you go about your usual routine for the rest of the day. The fact Jessica turned you down, seems to only make you supress your feelings and retreat into your own world even more. Eventually you go home and go to bed.

Another day arrives and you still feel nothing...


[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 run away

[Assistant]
This is different than the police or the military, these things are mindless, possibly crawling with disease and seemingly without end, you really do need to get out of here!

"Donna, get the hell out of there! These things are gonna overrun the place!" you shout and begin pulling at her arm.
"Wha…Suzy, lemme go! It's not safe out there!" Donna says attempting to pull away from your grip.

Jimmy Ray is doing his best at blasting the cannibal freaks, but he's not exactly using the quickest of weapons and those things are definitely picking up their own speed.

"OH MY GOD! SUZY!" Donna exclaims pulling away just in time for one of those things to suddenly lunge upon you which you don't see due to it jumping on your back and tackling you to the ground.

You hear snarling and gnashing in your ear and somewhere between that, you hear Jimmy Ray yelling at Donna to lock the front door.

The next thing you hear is the crunching sound of teeth going into your flesh. You cry out, but the freak is placing all its weight upon you, preventing you from struggling too much. With your face in the dirt and blood spurting out of your neck you're not going too far, though when you're partially hit with buckshot from Jimmy Ray's shotgun you're at least put out of your misery from the thing eating you alive.


[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 tear through its underside!

[Assistant]
You burst forward, slashing with your claws as you toss the creature onto its back, revealing its bare, undefended stomach. You stab your claws forward, clawing and tearing through flesh as you eviscerate the creatures heart, stomach and intestines. The creatures whines as its devastated, but its body goes limp, collapsing to the ground.

You howl towards the moon, a noise which soon turns to laughter. You turn other werewolves, finding them either fleeing into the woods again or whimpering at you. You laugh, ready to hunt down the mongrels that flee from your sight.

Over the next few hours before sunrise, you hunt down the remaining the werewolves. They flee into the night, but your senses mean they're incapable of escaping and your claws and teeth mean that they're never going to escape from you. Soon, your belly is full with flesh, your hair streaked with blood, and the remaining survivors of the pack finished off or having fled.

You sprint along the ground, instinct running through you as you sprint through the forest, following one of the last werewolves to have fled the scene. You're tight on her tail, ready to finish her off, before you hear a barrage of gunfire. Looking ahead, you hear a burst of gunfire, as you slide to a halt. You slam your claws into a tree and skid to a halt, your eyes staring through the trees as you find yourself staring at a werewolf being gunned down. You quickly disappear into the bushes and undergrowth, staring through as a squad of Hunters appears, no doubt looking for what happened to the rest of you.

You pause, wondering whether to try talk to them, or retreat into the woods and leave the world alone.


[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 it's a trap!

[Assistant]
Shit, it's a trap! Jon once gave you a book about just this situation. This magical sexy creature is none other than a water sprite, posing as the evil sorceress, Organa Mel Fy, probably one of her sultry minions. She'll sex you up then drown you in the stream and feast on your corpse.

"I want you to want me." The water sprite moans and works magic on your body with her fingers.

Try as you might you cannot resist her allure as she toys with you in her lap. The magical enchantment and sexual tension corrode the fibers of your mind, breaking the mental barriers you constructed for just such a situation.

Saggy old nuns. Saggy old nuns. Saggy old nuns. Sally David. Mom. Oh shit, I'm still getting hard.

Hard as a brick in fact.

Help me!

Do you have a sister?

Yes, but that won't work.

You whacked it while watching her bathe in the river didn't you, perv.

Maybe…

I suppose there is always self-castration.

Go to hell.

"Don't be shy, baby," sings the water sprite, "I just want to rock you like a hurricane, shake you all night long, twist and shout, scream a rebel yell, make you walk on water, take you down to the paradise city, administer rough justice, and get your rocks off."

Losing the battle of self-control your johnson twitches wildly. "Oh, sweet merciful God, that sounds orgasmic."

The water sprite leans in close and whispers in your ear, "Let me take you home tonight so I can keep on loving you."

The sultry songs of the water sprite prove too much for your feeble constitution. Your johnson explodes into a fountain of blood from a colossal aneurysm brought on by an overload of magical sexual tension. Since I'm not completely depraved, I'll spare you the grisly details. Short agonizing story in brief: you bleed out.


[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 help Bobby

[Assistant]
This is the man you've chosen to marry for better or worse. If you aren't going to help him in a matter of life or death then that wouldn't say much for your commitment.

Besides, if he gets killed this whole compound is going to turn to shit and you'd no doubt be at the bottom of it, assuming Aaron doesn't kill you all first.

"Helen, you go see to the young ones, I'm going to stand by Bobby."
"But…"
"It's my choice, I'll be fine! Now go!"

Helen is a little unsure, but complies with your wishes.

"Be careful, Suzy." Helen says and leaves.

You rush outside towards Bobby who is still taking cover behind a car and firing upon the Aaron. He sees you out the corner of his eye while still keeping an eye on the direction of the truck.

"Keep your head down, I think Aaron escaped out the passenger door of the truck and is hiding behind Brandon's car now. Where the hell did you come from anyway? I told Helen to go get you and the younger children to a safer location when Aaron showed up." Bobby exclaims.
"Yeah well I'm showing you that I'm not just going to let you do this shit alone. I'm with you all the way. No hiding with Helen and the kids, no matter what you say."

You're interrupted by gunfire on your position and Aaron ranting.

"You think you can stop what's coming by hiding? Hah! People are already fucking EATING each other out there! Shit, I'll be doing you a favor by killing you now. Actually now that I think about… your blonde bitch looks like a fine piece of ass in more way than one!" Aaron shouts and starts laughing maniacally and then throws another grenade your way.

You and Bobby have no choice but to leave your position and make a dash back to the house entrance. It's somewhat of a minor miracle that you and Bobby aren't hit by any of the bullets he fires at you. You manage to get inside just as the grenade goes off and adds to the total of destroyed vehicles outside.

You and Bobby are on the floor though Bobby has partially managed to cover you with his own body.

"What the hell did he do, rip off the entire National Guard armory?" you say as Bobby back kicks the front door shut from his prone position.
"I don't know but…"

Two more explosions are heard on the left side of compound. Aaron is apparently throwing explosives through the windows now.

"Shit, I hope nobody ran and hid over there." You remark as the pair of you start to get up off the floor.
"Where the fuck IS everyone anyway? Nice to know I can REALLY count on these fuckers when the going gets tough. Why the fuck am I even bothering again? Fuck!" Bobby yells in frustration.

You understand his anger, but it's probably not the best time for a rant.

"Bobby, calm yourself. You can yell at those idiots later, but right now all that matters is that I'm here helping you okay?" you say.
"Yeah…okay. Just wish we had more reliable help. (Sigh) To think, the only thing I was concerned about was exiling Diana today."
"Okay, so what's the game plan?" you ask slightly disappointed that Bobby's decision was to exile Diana rather than death, but you aren't entirely surprised. Still, there's always the hope that Aaron does kill her.

Bobby quickly snaps back to the situation at hand.

"Well it sounds like he's stopped with the explosives, or maybe he's just fishing out more. I'd say the safest bet is to get to the second floor and shoot him through one of the windows. No point in going back out the front door when we can get the vantage point."
"How do we know he's still outside, he might've already entered house through one of the holes he's undoubtedly made with his grenades." You say.
"He could try for the armory, though he's still gotta come through this way if he wants to go there. Given his state of mind though he might also try to do something like run upstairs and kill all the children for fun. Hell, I wouldn't put it past him to try to access the prisoner's dungeon and set them all free. It is on the left wing after all. (Sigh) As much as I hate splitting up, I'm going to need you to stay here and guard the foyer just in case he tries to sneak through here." Bobby says.
"I really think I should come with you. Splitting up is always a bad idea in these situations."
"I don't like it either, but it's a big house and we need to cast a wide net to deal with this asshole." Bobby says.
"Okay Bobby, I'll stay here, but please be careful." You remark.
"I'll be fine, you just keep a look out and remember, if you see him, don't talk, just shoot. Oh and if any of my cousins ever come out of hiding and pass through here, tell them to fucking help you." Bobby says and then kisses you before heading to the left wing of the house.

Soon after Bobby leaves, you put your back against one of the walls and start keeping an eye on the doorways.

Minutes pass and you start to get a little nervous. Not a lot, but enough that you move from your spot and check the left doorway.

Then you briefly hear the sounds of rushing footsteps behind you and you don't even get to completely turn around before you feel a crushing blow to the side of your head.

You crumple to the floor on your knees and then another blow to your head causes you to collapse flat on the floor and lose grip of your pistol. A pair of blurry hands quickly grabs it from you.

"You and that traitorous bitch of a sister of mine think you can take Bobby after he exiles me? I heard the pair of you conspiring together yesterday in her room after Bobby ripped my heart out. Fucking cunt." Diana says and points it at you.

You weakly attempt to grab at Diana who kicks you in the face, your already bleeding head hits the floor.

"Normally, I'd savor this moment. Maybe even keep you alive longer to enjoy torturing you a bit more, but I think under the circumstances, putting you down now is the more efficient plan. Haven't decided if I should help Bobby yet…or perhaps even Aaron…guess I'll surprise them both."

Despite Diana aiming for your head and being at this close range she manages to completely fuck up her shot and hit you in the throat instead which doesn't kill you instantly.

"Shit, well I guess it's good my aim isn't that great, I got to see you suffer a little more after all. Say hello to my sister in fucking traitor's hell. I will be laughing at you both within Tiamat's glorious chaos!" Diana shouts as you gurgle, choke and finally die.


[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 refuse.

[Assistant]
Slowly, you approach the vixen. "Cecilia... No, just no."

It's as if you can see a frown in that huge snout of her's, "Why no? Vamp... I want this, for us. Why not?"

"Because you shouldn't throw your life away for me!" You snap back, standing up to her bulking figure. "Ghoul's are inherently submissive and are forced to drink of other's blood to live. This is not a life for you-- I know you enough to know it isn't."

"Only submissive to our sires," Cecilia murmurs, nuzzling her large cranium to your shoulder. "And I'd be okay with that."

You push her away, slightly. "But I wouldn't be okay with it," you frown, petting her fuzzy chin, "Can you respect that?" Ugh, it's really hard to seem courteous when she looks like this...

Cecilia backs down, "I suppose... I can't force you to do that. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it was a miscommunication on both sides. I think. Now, why don't we get some rest together? We have lots of time to look forward to."

You smile and she smiles back.


[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 beg

[Assistant]
It takes you a few seconds, but you soon yield to the truth.

The death god is right. War is in your nature. It always has been. Whether it was bred into you or you grew into it is irreverent. It's yours now and you're going to embrace it.

You fall to your knees and bow before the death god. Humbling yourself and disregarding whatever foolish pride you may have had.

"I beg you oh great god of death, make me your herald of destruction. Let me be the bringer of doom to a thousand worlds. Let me unleash the endless war on the heavens." You say with all your remaining strength.
"Take it easy there, we aren't going to be doing all that. Just the worlds appointed for death. However, I do appreciate the enthusiasm." The death god remarks.

The death god hovers before you and a skeletal hand reaches out towards your head.

"Hold still, this may hurt…a lot."

The death god clutches your head with its fingers and suddenly your body experiences unimaginable pain. Whatever injuries or tortures you may have experienced pale in comparison to this. You are experiencing death, but not just your own. You are experiencing the death of everyone you ever killed all at the same time.

The image of every single death fills your mind and you can't shut out the physical, emotional or spiritual anguish you're experiencing. You can't even cry out. For a brief moment you think you've made a horrible mistake before you go utterly insane as your mind is completely destroyed by the dreadful experience.

And then you feel nothing at all and everything goes black.

You don't know how long time passes, but suddenly you are awakened by the death god's voice:

"Arise, harbinger. Your glorious work and new purpose begins now on this very world."

You stand up and notice that you are no longer breathing. You do not feel the essence of life flowing through your system. You walk outside the city gates and before you stand legions of undead awaiting your command to purge the rest of this world of life. You stare at them and they stare at you with the same dead eyes.

And something about it is beautiful to you. You didn't know that the dead could experience anything like feelings, but you can feel a thrill of anticipation of the death and destruction you're going unleash on this world. Nothing in your old mortal life can compare to this moment.

"And to think, I hesitated." You whisper.


[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 refuse to play and give the little brat a good finger wagging!

[Assistant]
You refuse to be a child's plaything! You wag your finger at the little girl and give her a very stern telling off. "I don't have time to play games with you! I need to escape this tower! You change me back right now! I swear if I was my real height I'd put you over my knee and give you a good spanking so you'd know to respect your… Wait, what're you doing?"

By now the girl has picked you up and is looking at you rather crossly. "Bad toy!" She yells at you. "I don't like you anymore!" And with that she dunks you in the model village's river and holds you under until you drown. You never were very good with children.


[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 struggle

[Assistant]
The pain is great and you want it to be over with as quickly as possible, but you know to beg for mercy would be shameful and you don't want to die so you desperately try to push her boot off of you. Naturally you are unsuccessful and this response only enrages her further.

"Insolent fool! I said beg or die! Those were your choices and you dare defy my orders?" Mistress exclaims and takes her boot off of your chest, only to begin kicking and stomping on you. You try to escape, but she bends down and roughly picks up by the collar. "Don't you dare try to run while I discipline you! YOU… WILL… O… BEY!" Mistress says while slapping your face at intervals of her verbal abuse. Finally she throws you to back to the floor.

"Now get back in your seat and never defy me again! Your life is nothing! ALL of your lives are nothing! Your lives will never be anything more than warm bodies to serve the Emperor! And you will not even be able to live up to that honored status, if you do not learn obedience. Remember this."

At this point you stagger back in your seat, aching all over. It hurts a lot, but despite the beating, you don't feel fear, instead you feel anger. Anger at Mistress certainly, but more at yourself for being so powerless.

Time passes by under the harsh guidance of Mistress. She teaches you all that she promised she would and then some. Your lessons are not only that of a combat nature, but of an academic one as well. You wouldn't be aware of it, but you and your classmates are probably much better educated than other children your age.

As for you, Mistress rides you the hardest for defying her. There are more than several times where she basically pits the rest of the class against you during the combat training sessions. You suffer horrible beatings most of the time, but eventually you adapt and manage to hold your own until Mistress finds yet another way to make the fight unfair. You are obedient and follow the orders of Mistress, but internally you are harboring thoughts of resentment, hatred and defiance towards her. And so what if you are? She isn't the Emperor. That's the only person you really have to revere.

Your personality doesn't go unnoticed by your instructor and watchers, they make note of it and decide how you should be handled in the next step of your training.

Year 12

You are in a room by yourself sitting in a chair. Everyone else in your class has been separated for reasons unknown to you. All you know right now is Mistress is speaking with a well dressed man. They are speaking about you, but not actually speaking TO you…

"So just this one? Are you sure?" the well dressed man asks.
"Should be thankful you have even that. The last pathetic batch of humans you had me train didn't even survive, let alone get this far. However this one is the closest for your purposes. Though by Svelk standards he would be put in the slave pits and the rest of your so called Eternals would be killed for their poor performance." Mistress mocks.
"Hmm, yes and that's why your own society is doing so well now. No, we will still find uses for the others. Perhaps as military officers, or even members of the Shadow Guard and they will still be of great service to the Emperor. Still, I wish we had more than just one, oh well he will have to do. We will improve the results of the Eternal Program with the next group."

At this point Mistress begins laughing.

"Is something amusing?"
"Yes, yes it is. Extremely. You humans and your grand schemes to hold on to power, do you really believe that this Eternal program of yours is going to make a difference? Potential external threats are the least of your concerns. Your Empire is rotting from within and your territory is succumbing to chaos every day."
"And I suppose you would be an expert on such things, seeing as your own people experienced this millennia ago and still haven't even managed to rebuild a cohesive unified government again, while your so called lesser cousins have thrived."
"My people were conquering this world and more, while yours were still bumbling around trying to figure out how to make fire like the pack of monkeys you evolved from! And our rulers were the gods themselves, not petty dictators who think they are!"
"Yes and again I ask, what are your people doing now? They're a race of scattered mercenaries selling their services to the highest bidders with no sense of loyalty to anyone, but to themselves. Speaking of which, you are merely a guest within the Empire. While your services are valuable to us, if you speak ill of the Emperor again you can always be replaced by another money whore of your kind."

Mistress' eyes narrow and she quickly grabs the man holding a dagger to his throat before speaking.

"Fortunately for you, this job is paying very well. For that is the only thing keeping me from slitting your throat. Never speak to me that way again human…now leave so that I may train this so called Eternal." She says and releases him.

The well dress man looks a bit shaken up, but he composes himself.
"You will keep me apprised of his progress on a weekly basis, and this incident will not be forgotten!" He says and walks quickly out of the room.

At this point Mistress turns to you, and you fully expect to receive a beating, but instead she questions you.

"So, what did you think of that little exchange?"
"It is not my place to give an opinion on the debates of my superiors. I am merely here to be trained by you so that I may better serve the Emperor." You say.
"Yes, yes, yes, very nice safe and boring answer, but what do you REALLY think…I order you to tell me."

You pause to gather your thoughts and then speak.

"I think it is odd that you are not an Empire citizen and hold no loyalty to him, yet you are training me Mistress."
"Ha ha ha, yes well it is an odd situation, but not an uncommon one. You will find that many make compromises in life."
"But Mistress, how can you tell me to believe in something, that you yourself do not believe in?"
"It's easy. I'm just saying what they would have me say. What do I care, I'm profiting greatly from this and at the end of the day I'm the one coming out ahead. But I think you need a better example than me, a more personal one…namely yourself."

You look confused, before Mistress continues.

"You hate me. I know you do, do not deny it. You don't want to put up with me, yet you obey my commands without question. Why?"
"Because you are my superior Mistress, and you have been ordered…paid to train me, by the Emperor."
"Ah, so if I was training you, and the Emperor was not involved, you would still obey my commands?"
"Perhaps I would Mistress, since I would most likely be killed by you if I didn't obey, as you are far more skilled than I am. I would obey until there was a way to somehow kill you or even escape.
"Interesting…so you would compromise you beliefs."

You didn't think about it like that, but you quickly think up a retort.

"No Mistress, I do not believe it would be a compromise, I would be ensuring my survival so that I may serve the Emperor longer."
"Ha ha, if you say so. But tell me, does the revelation that not everyone praises your Emperor discourage or shake your own loyalty to him?"
"No Mistress."
"Why not? You surely know that all of this is propaganda. You've never even met your Emperor. He could be an idiotic cripple for all you know."
"It doesn't matter Mistress, I wouldn't even be here if not for him. I am being trained to be an Eternal, something he himself ordered. Because of that, I already know I have been given the highest honor and a better chance than most. I owe this training, this loyalty, and this life to him regardless of what others might think."

Mistress just nods at your answer, there is no sneer or smirk in her face this time. She has perhaps a look of semi-respect for you.

"Very well, let us begin your training Eternal…"

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Year 16

You stand alone before Mistress face to face in the room you've been trained in by her for the past four years. You're training has been grueling to say the least, you've been forced to fight various beasts and people using traditional weapons as well as battle magic. You've been subjected to harsh environment conditions not to mention the psychological torture that Mistress seems to enjoy. You can't imagine that your classmates had training this tough.

"Today is the big day Eternal. Today is the day you get to kill me with your own bare hands." Mistress says with her usual wry smile. "Think you can handle that?"
"If that's what my training entails today, I shall certainly do my best, Mistress."
"Your best won't be good enough I assure you. Better you should just accept your death now or beg for mercy…but I believe we know you won't do either of those things mainly because you're too stupid to know your place."
"If you say so Mistress."

Mistress' smile becomes a disappointed frown. She would prefer you to fear her, but that's no longer going to happen so she'd at least like you to get angry which does happen from time to time. It isn't always easy maintaining a detached demeanor given how much abuse you've put up with, but if you've learned anything, it annoys the hell out of her.

"Your attempt at remaining emotionless just continues to prove what a mindless fool you are. Attempting to show bravery when today is the day you know you're…"

And before she can even complete her sentence you throw a punch at her face. She dodges, but doesn't quite make it and part of your fist hits the side of her cheek, which staggers her backwards.

You press your attack with another punch, but are blocked when she throws up her hand creating a force shield.

"Too bad, that was the only chance you're going to get." She says and knocks you to the ground with sweeping kick to your feet.

You barely have to time to roll out of the way before Mistress conjures some sort of magical sword in her hand and tries to impale you with it. You get enough distance to cast firebolts at her, but again she blocks them with her barrier. She counters with some sort of ice cone, which covers you in frost and chills you to the bone before you can counter it with your own barrier.

Mistress is relentless with casting spell after spell and you're getting weaker with each passing moment just trying to keep up your defenses. Mistress' magic is not only stronger than yours, but she's also had a lot more experience in maintaining her stamina while using it. If you keep this up, she'll kill you for sure.

"I've seen better magic cast by half blind hedge wizards!" Mistress mocks and casts a poison cloud that suddenly envelops you within your own protective barrier. You instantly feel sick and stagger out of the cloud, dropping your barrier in the process.

Taking advantage of your distraction she throws her magic sword which probably would've decapitated you had you not had your head down and vomiting up a bit of blood at the time. As it stands you merely feel the blade graze the top of your head.

You look up just in time for her to conjure a new weapon, which materializes in her hand. You waste no time in conjuring one of your own to deflect the second attack she attempts to bring down on your head.

"Quit struggling monkey. You're no match for me in martial combat either!"

She might be right, but just like when you were five, you're not going to just accept death. With all your might you push her back with your weapon and then drop it only to grab her by the wrist with both hands and break it. Mistress makes a yelp and drops her weapon.

She kicks you in the crotch and punches you in the side of the head with her one good hand. You feel pain, but try to ignore it as you trade another couple of punches and kicks with her before pulling her to the floor while crushing all your weight on her left arm which you were still holding by her broken wrist. The pair of you rolls on the floor for a moment and at this point you're severely bleeding from scratches on your face and head. She must've had a hidden blade on her as well because you definitely feel one go into your back and being twisted around. She attempts to bite your throat out, but you headbutt her in the nose and rotate her around with her left arm. You break it to the point where the bone has snapped out from the skin. She stifles her urge to cry out and instead tries to break free, but you're doing the best you can to prevent her from going anywhere by pressing all your weight on her and using your free hand to reach around to choke her.

The pair of you are a mess, but that's not the weird part, the weird part is you're starting to get…excited.

"(Gasp) I can feel your enthusiasm…pressing into me. Well…(gasp) is it everything you expected Eternal?" Mistress asks, which catches you so off guard you release your grip from her neck.

Heavily panting and trying to push herself up off the floor with her good arm. Mistress turns her head enough so she can see your face. Her eyes still display that coldness you're used to, but there's something else there. Something…seductive.

"I bet right now, you don't know whether to kill me… or fuck me."
"Wha…what?" you exclaim.
"Don't deny it…you've always wanted me in this way. I know how you've looked at my body lustfully during our training sessions. I know your violent primal urges. All the hatred you've built up over the years for me could only be unleashed in this way. The need to conquer and defile your enemy in every way imaginable. And who am I, but your enemy? Finish it Eternal or am I mistaken and you're lacking in that simple task as well?" She says and begins to laugh.

Her taunts, her laughter, everything about her are enough to put you over the edge. The twisted thing is she's right. You do feel some sort of…the word isn't attraction…you don't know what the correct word for it would be, but you feel it.

You release her arm and painfully pull the bloody dagger out of your back to slice the back of her form fitting clothing and rip most of it off of her. While she continues to taunt you, you toss the dagger aside, proceed to pull down your own breeches and thrust into her roughly from behind.

From there it gets surreal as she goes from continuing to taunt you and what are presumably sounds of ecstasy. She even demands that you to continue choking her. All of this puts you in such a state of confusion that you have a hard time even finishing. This whole experience is quite unknown to you as you've only read about such activities, but certainly never engaged in them. Surely, it isn't always like this?

When you've finished you briefly collapse backwards which is all the time Mistress needs to gain her advantage. She grabs the bloody dagger you pulled out your back and stabs you in the leg with it. You think she was aiming higher, but you managed to drag yourself out of the way in time to avoid such a grievous injury. Unfortunately she still manages to cast some sort of force spell and slam you against the wall with it. You can't move no matter how hard you try. Mistress, naked and bloodied from your battle approaches you with one useless broken arm and her other hand up keeping the spell with the cruel smile on her face you're used to seeing.

"Look at you, you're already spent." she remarks getting closer to you as you feel her spell continuing to crush you into the wall.

"All right. That will do. I don't know what the point of all this was, but I'm putting an end to it right now." Mr. Mol suddenly says. You didn't even see him enter the room, though you were sort of pre-occupied.
"Mmm, interesting that you waited until after the floor show before putting an end to it Jacob. Did our actions excite you as well? Maybe you could've joined in or perhaps you just like to watch. Yes, I imagine watching is something a eunuch like yourself is only capable of."

Mistress releases her spell as Mr. Mol comes closer to the pair of you. You slump to the floor exhausted.

"The Emperor says he's ready now and there is no more need to test him." Mr. Mol says.
"Maybe not for your precious Emperor, but I needed to test him for myself." Mistress replies.
"For what purpose?"
"Just to see if he was up to the challenge, but he was severely lacking in every way just as I suspected. Take your creation Jacob, I am done with him."

Still in discussion with Mr. Mol, Mistress isn't paying attention to you at all. You are beneath her notice now and you aren't sure if that makes you madder than the fact that she just defeated you in battle when you thought for sure you had her beat. You stare at the dagger in your leg and think how easy it would be to use it on that bitch while she isn't paying attention.

[User] You stab Mistress with the dagger

[Assistant]
Mistress has been playing sadistic sick games with you for years and now she's just "done" with you? There is no way you're going to let her continue to walk this world.

You pull the dagger out of your leg and as quietly as you can you stand up. Unfortunately Mr. Mol spoils your surprise attack by noticing you and speaking.

"You. Report to the medical…hey what are you doing?" he says realizing that you're now rushing as fast as you can with dagger in hand.

Mistress turns around just in time to stop you plunging the dagger into her. She casts some sort of lightning bolt into your chest with her hand good hand, which throws you back into the wall. Your whole body goes into a convulsion from the shock.

"Insolent worm! You dare to continue with your foolish attempt to kill your betters? Since you obviously failed to learn this lesson, I'm going to have to teach it to you again!" Mistress shouts before unleashing another lighting blast and this time she hits you with a continual charge.

Your body begins to sizzle from the inside out and the last thing you hear is Mr. Mol screaming at her to stop as the Emperor wants you alive.

"The Emperor's just going to have to make a new Eternal then, because this one's done." She replies and kicks your blackened burned body.


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

[User] You get out of this wretched place

[Assistant] You look out at the woods one last time, and quickly begin packing everything you have here, all the salted meat, all father's savings, everything you can find, and you begin walking away. It's a long walk to town, but you can make it.

[User] You continue

[Assistant]
Lost Soul

You never find answers. You never find peace with yourself for what happened with that. With Rose, with the monster, with the woods. The memories haunt you. Eventually, you turn to the only thing you have left: religion. You pray every single day for redemption, for God's peace.

Eventually, you become a priest, and find yourself sanctuary in some desolate part of the wilderness.

Full of self-loathing yet knowing suicide is a sin, you spend out the rest of your days in a miserable existence.


[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 leave the beast bleed

[Assistant]
The creature deserves to suffer like you have for what it's done to you. You snarl, shaking your head as you look down at the broken creature. It whines, looking up at you with a desperate, broken expression. The pain of its lethal wounds mean that it's simply so pain-wracked that it's lost all sentience or intelligence, now simply left as a pain-filled beast trying to find respite. You grin viciously down at it, before turning, heading deep into the darkness of the tunnel and leaving its desperate whines behind you.

You spend several minutes walking through the darkness, before you find yourself prowling through a new plethora of senses. You find yourself in a large, cavernous room, glowing with golden light. A bonfire sits in the center of the cavern, warming your tired bones. Three corpses of cooked meat hang from the ceiling, blood dripping down in an appetizing fashion. You stare at them, licking your lips for a moment, before changing focus. There's a row of strange, bright glowing lights to the side, showing bizarre tiny forests in the distance. A metal table sits to the side, covered with strange objects, alongside a wall where many more things hang.

Light. Heat. Warm. Fire! Bright! EAT! Meat! Flesh! Kill! FEED! NOISES! HUMANS! KILL! SLAUGHTER!

You shake your head, your mind awash with new sensations, trying to let your instincts take over. You calm yourself, and your eyes flicker open as you examine the room. You find yourself smelling what looks to be dried blood, encrusted on one of the bizarre objects. You dip your snout forward, examining it cautiously. It seems to be covered in burning metal and cold metal, a bizarre combination of the two strange materials.

You pause, hearing the sound of distant howling down the tunnels. It doesn't seem to be drawing closer, instead drawing fainter and fainter as the pack of werewolves screaming goes further and further a way. You feel drawn to it, curious as to what it could be, but a small mind deep in your head seems to recognize the object with a strange familiarity.


[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 refuse

[Assistant]
"No, father! She was just a normal girl! She..."

Your father quickly unhooks his belt, smacking it into your head as you stumble backwards.

"By the lord's name, you will repent!" he screams, as he hits you.

"No!" you scream in defiance.

In a mixture of anger and panic, father stands over you, beating you desperately, not knowing any other choice. He yells at you, calling you a heathen, a spawn of Satan and more. The beating goes over the top as you continue to refuse to repent. Eventually, a frustrated, enraged blow at the wrong angle ends up snapping your neck, quickly killing you.


[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 stay home

[Assistant]
Complacent or not, you're really thinking that this is just a bad idea all the way round.

"Ulivik, I'm telling you, this isn't a good idea. I'm not about to place your faith in some amulet that may or may not work and you shouldn't either. I know you're an adventurer and all, but some places are just better left alone."
"Oh come on! The man I knew wouldn't have backed down from a challenge like this!"
"The man you knew was twenty years younger, and I still had a purpose for my wandering. I was a merc, remember? Look, if the fact that I won't go traipsing around in wendigo territory looking for ruins that might not even be there and wearing an amulet hoping it'll protect me disappoints you, well I guess I'm just going to have to disappoint you."

Ulivik does indeed look disappointed, but he doesn't argue the point anymore. Instead he just abruptly gathers his belongings and starts to leave.

"Ulivik, I really wish you'd heed my advice on this. Think about it, have I ever lead you wrong?"

He stops for a moment, and thinks, but continues his exit.

"No, maybe you haven't, but just as you have picked your path to become an old man who is content on resting on his laurels now. I still feel the zest for excitement and danger, and I am compelled to do what I must. It's just a shame we couldn't have shared in it together just one more time." Ulivik says and leaves.

Once again you are left by yourself to reflect on your life and Ulivik's words. He might have his own point about resting on your "laurels" but what the hell, it's not like you haven't deserved it. You could go back and forth on such things, but honestly you're a little more concerned about Ulivik and what he's potentially going to get himself into. Still, he's an adult and capable of making his own decisions.

Days pass and you don't hear anything from Ulivik. True he was a little mad at you, but you're pretty sure he'd come back to see you before he left. You begin to fear the worst. You end up going to his mother's house to see if he's been there or shown up, but she says she hasn't seen him. She's worried as well, though she's understandably more upset about it.

Your next move is to go to the militia and make a report, you don't expect anything to be done, but you figure that the "risk" of a possible wendigo possession is more than enough to keep all the towns alert about it. You are nearly tempted to go looking for him in wendigo territory yourself, but you decide that it would only serve in getting you killed as well, and there's no way you'd even be able to track him.

Weeks pass into months and there is still no sign of Ulivik. No wendigo attacks either, so you can only assume that he wasn't possessed, just killed and eaten. Many times you go back and forth in your head wondering if you'd just gone with him that maybe he'd still be alive…or maybe there would be two dead instead of one. Can't second-guess your decisions, you learned that a long time ago, but still you feel saddened by Ulivik's passing. He had a lot of potential and in some odd way he almost felt like a son to you.

Life goes on though, but it feels a little emptier.

Year 73

The rest of your years have been spent mostly going about your life with increasingly less and less for you to do. There are some changes in society, but ultimately you begin to feel the decline of your own will to live. You never thought you'd feel that way, but there it is. You just don't have anything else to keep you motivated anymore.

The thrill of living finally disappears from you entirely and you are found dead by your own hand. While you were not sick and still in relatively good health for a man your age, you decided that you would end it before you might not be in such a condition to do so. A note explaining your suicide is left nearby and the town gives you a proper cremation. Some of your old students turn out for it and say a few words, but in time you are soon forgotten and only brought up as the subject of "tall tales" by drunkards in Rask taverns every once in a blue moon.


[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 wait for the rest of your horde, you have time before the guard change and it will be safer to swarm everything at once.

[Assistant]
There is no point in rushing now, you're horde is climbing up and will soon be strong enough to swarm over the sleeping areas while you took the fastest ones to help with the other balconies. It's only a few minutes before the balcony is getting full and you do a quick check ahead, trying to sense out the best targets you send the horde after.

You immediately realize something is wrong, there is an awful lot of movement going on down there for the middle of the night, you edge through the doorway and carefully keep to cover while you let your eye adjust and look out.

You quickly realize that there is something large in the middle of the previously empty space in the stadium and there are a lot of men out with guns, all in a nice big semi-circle around the stairs you were about to walk down.

"They must have had someone still keeping an eye on me" You think as you back carefully back onto the balcony. It really doesn't look like you can do much more here, you're going to have to escape.

You take more immediate control of the infected on the balcony, packed in as they are you have two dozen up here and more still climbing so you send they rushing down at the defenders, maybe they will be surprised and get over-run, worth a try after all.

You almost instantly feel them getting torn apart as you hear what sounds like a heavy machine gun open fire. Punctuated now and them by a single boom which always co-insided with one of the infected dying from a huge wound to the chest.

You swear to yourself as you realize that every one of them was killed in seconds and didn't even get close to the defenders. You quickly climb down outside the stadium and set off at a run to try and put some distance between you and it. You leave the infected trying to climb inside as a distraction so you aren't followed immediately.