[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 wait a little longer

[Assistant]
You decide that it would be best if they were completely pre-occupied. If you shoot now, the driver could either manage to drive off or the passenger could start spraying the place with bullets.

Still, you sneak around towards the front end of the truck so you can at least ambush from behind when you do strike.

"Okay baby, where are we doing this? The back seat of the car is pretty full as you can see. We can do it in your truck if you want. Front seat or the bed of it. Doesn't matter to me." The passenger says getting back out of the car.
"Uh, no not the truck. It got all shot up yesterday, back window broke and there's broken glass everywhere. Don't want to potentially get cut up."
"Hmm, well the hood of this car then?"

At this point Donna walks up to him and starts to do what she does best. Namely act like a slut.

"How about I do the both of you at the same time? That way you both get off and we can be on our way a lot quicker." she says and starts rubbing up against Mr. passenger.
"Well now. That's an interesting suggestion…how were you proposing the logistics of this?"
"Oh that's easy… you see, first I take off my clothes…" Donna says and quickly takes her clothing off until she's completely naked.

"Next, I just get on my knees in this front seat here… and start to unbuckle your friend's pants…"

You can't see the driver from your position since he's never moved out from his seat, but he's obviously okay with this since you hear a couple of moans of pleasure.

"And now…well don't just stand there silly. My ass is right in front of you, start fucking!" Donna commands.
"Wait, you want me to fuck you in the ass?!" Mr. passenger asks.
"Well it's not gonna fuck itself. Do what you want. I gotta concentrate on wrapping my lips around this nice hard cock…mmmmm…"

Holy shit, talk about taking one for the team…hell taking TWO for the team.

At this point Mr. passenger can't err on the side of caution any longer. He places his gun on the roof of the car and presumably starts taking your sister in a way that you imagine many men have taken her before.

With one dick in her mouth and another in her ass, you're fairly confident now that Donna's distracted them both to the point that you have the complete advantage.

You step out from the front of truck and walk towards the car parked near it. Mr. passenger's eyes aren't watching as he's focused on thrusting into your sister. His head is a perfect target and with a single shot, you end him as a threat.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! ARGH! MY DICK! FUCKING BITCH!" you hear the driver shout.

You rush over to the driver's side and point the gun at his head before he can start beating on your sister's head in an effort to get her off his dick.

"You move to your hands to hit my sister and you die. You try to start up the car and you die. If you want your life AND your dick to stay intact then I suggest you follow my orders. First thing, car keys."
"OKAY OKAY! ARGH! JUST TELL HER TO STOP BITING MY DICK!" the driver shouts and hastily hands you his car keys.

"Okay, that's a start. Alright, Donna, you can release his dick now, I'll take it from here."

Donna complies and then spits in the driver's face before he staggers out of the car with his pants half down. You tell her to grab your bags from the truck and put them in the car.

"Okay, we're going to be taking this car and everything in it. In exchange, you can take our truck. Granted it has two flat tires and is low on gas, but if you're lucky, you might just reach a trailer park that has lots of people willing to help you. You ready Donna?"
"Almost." Donna remarks.

You turn back to the driver who is still mostly holding on to his dick wincing in pain.

"Okay, well I guess this is where we part ways. Thanks for the info about Security City. We'll be sure to avoid going there…and uh…bye. Oh, and watch your head."
"Wha…?" is all the driver says before you shoot him and get in the car.

"I thought you were letting him live." Donna says.
"What? And let a man who defiled my poor sister's mouth walk away to brag about it? Not fucking likely." You say and start the car up.

As you spin the car around to head back in your original direction, you ask Donna if she's okay since she's fidgeting a bit in her seat.

"So…um, are you okay?" you ask.
"I'm fine. It's done. We worked together and we succeeded. I think we both know our established roles are in this team. We all have our talents. Let's not talk about it." Donna says.

She doesn't exactly sound angry, but she obviously isn't leaping for joy about what she did. You almost want to talk more about what just happened, but given that your sister doesn't you don't press the issue and just drive.

As you're driving, Donna suddenly speaks up again.

"Next time, don't fucking kill the guy while he's still inside me. Tell him to move away or something first. I had a dead man's dick shooting cum in my ass for a split second before he fell. I'll admit to being a free spirited gal comfortable with my sexuality, but I didn't want to include necrophilia in my list of things I'm willing to do."

Wow. You didn't really expect to hear that graphic detail. It's actually a bit nasty and you can see why Donna's in the mood she's in.

"Okay Donna. Damn, sorry about that. I wasn't thinking." You say.
"Well like I said, it's done. Let's just not speak of it again. (Sigh) Probably for the best he didn't go the traditional route or else he might've impregnated me when he shot his load and I might've given birth to zombie babies or some shit." Donna remarks.

The situation is pretty fucked up, but you're having a hard trying not to laugh now.

"I don't think it works that way Donna. Pretty sure you would've given birth to a normal baby." You say with a stifled chuckle.
"Yeah, well that would be just as bad."

You decide not to make any more comments even though there's a really twisted part of you that is finding this all pretty amusing and wants to make jokes. It's almost like you're sort of getting a kick out of Donna's discomfort. Maybe it's pent up hostility you've had for her due to how she's acted towards you in the past. Maybe it's some sort of sadistic side you've always harbored and it's just recently come out due to this week's events.

In any case, it's slightly worrying to you, since you're starting to wonder how far you're going to start abandoning "civility." You've already committed murder on several occasions, and while the first time was in self-defense, the ones following it have been getting progressively more predatory.

A few more remorseless murders and you're going to be just like your Uncle Ed. (Now you're wondering if it's genetic)

You and Donna continue to drive. A couple of other cars do pass you on the road. You imagine they must be coming from Security City or fleeing it from your previous information. You're just glad you haven't come across any military trying to block the road.

You continue to drive for about a half hour before you see something of interest in the distance. Namely a truck stop, which apparently has been converted into a minor fortress.

"Well that's interesting." You say.
"Is that a truck stop?" Donna asks.
"Yeah I think so. Looks like whoever is there are trying to block the place off by putting trucks around it. They even got people standing on top of the trucks with rifles as lookouts. " you say.
"Are we stopping there?"
"I dunno. Whoever is there probably isn't going to be too trustful of anyone. Though, we still don't have that much of long term plan. A place like this might be a safe haven of sorts. I mean it already looks way better defended than that trailer park."
"Well, it's up to you. But I think we're going to have to be more careful at a place like this."
"We might as well chance it if only to catch a breather and maybe get some directions because I can honestly say I don't know where the fuck we are or where we should be going. That's assuming they even let us in."

You and Donna drive to the truck stop, which immediately causes the lookouts to point and raise their rifles in your direction. When you stop in front of it, there are a lot of shouts for you to stay in the car.

"We're not just letting anyone in here. Who are ya, and state yer business!" the lookout from above shouts.
"Just a couple poor souls trying to escape the chaos out there! Our home town was overrun by military and crazy people. We've also been attacked by others who would try to take advantage of us. Please, we're just looking for some sort of refuge even if it's temporary. We got some supplies in our car."
"Hrmmm, well whatta you got?"

You turn your head to look in the back seat to actually see what you "inherited" since you never looked before. You see a first aid kit on top of a pile of bags.

"Um…we got some medicine. Maybe that could help?" you say.

There is a long pause and he tells you to wait before climbing down the truck and disappearing from sight. Eventually you hear his voice again which is now coming from behind the truck barricade.

"Okay, we're gonna move this truck, but one funny thing happens and you're the first one getting a bullet to the head. Alright, we're letting this one in, everyone keep extra look out for those rabid bastards!"

As soon as the truck is moved out your way, the man who was barking orders at you waves you in and motions you over to a parking spot with some other cars. As soon as you drive in they put the truck back. Either they're really safety conscience or they don't want to risk having you get away.

"Well let's hope these people are just normal people trying to survive and aren't a gang of rapists." You remark.

From this distance you see several more people in the building part of the truck stop. Looks like it's a general store/diner combo. Most of them are watching you from the windows, though a few of them come out, one of them is an older man with a cane who walks directly towards the car.

"Okay, I want the two you in that car to exit it slowly. I don't care if you got weapons, but don't point them at me or anyone else in a threatening manner." The old man shouts.

You take your pistol and shove it in the front of your pants. As for your newly acquired sub-machine gun, you just leave it in the car when you and Donna exit it. Naturally rifles are pointed at the pair of you, but the old man with the cane shouts telling them to calm down.

"You lot, stop pointing your guns and start unloading the car. Sorry about that, everyone's a little on edge. Name's Henry. I own this place." He says.
"My name's Suzy, and I get it."
"So what are two pretty young girls doing driving around in this mess?"
"Long story, but I'll just say, my sister and I are grateful for the shelter if only for awhile."
"Hm, think nothing of it. Really though, if you two are willing to pull yer weight around here, yer welcome to stay as long as you like. Right now we've got plenty of supplies and whatever useful supplies you have can be considered payment for your way in here."
"Well, that's certainly an offer to think about, but I'm not exactly sure what we'd do around here." You answer.
"We can find something I'm sure. Anyway, I just mention it because I've been trying to contact various places on my Ham Radio, and all I can gather is what's been going on is pretty serious and I'm not sure if there's any place I could direct you where to go that would be as safe as this place right now. Security City is completely overrun and the closest military Fort around here, Fort Timons doesn't even know what the fuck is going on other than the obvious. Besides, I don't think you'd get in there anyway, not being military and all."
"This place is really safe huh?" you ask.
"Well not to brag, but we just fended off a big horde of those rabid freak things that I imagine wandered from the city yesterday. Didn't even lose anyone either. Wasn't fun though and I'm glad no more of those things have popped up, but yeah, I think we're doing good job of keeping this place safe. Anyway, you're good to stay for the night, unless you let me know you want to stick around longer and we'll find something for the both of you to do. Okay, I'm going to go make sure these boys don't take EVERYTHING of yours in that car." Henry says and then walks over to oversee his people unloading your car.

Well it's a similar situation you had in the trailer park. Pull your weight or get the hell out. Funny how that worked out.

Maybe you could try to do the "community" thing again. The trailer park wasn't exactly filled with welcoming people, maybe things here could be different and you could actually feel safe here. This place does seem a little better organized and definitely better defended. Really, the only reason why you left the trailer park to begin with was at the insistence of your sister and the fact that it was getting pretty dangerous there.

Then again, this place could turn out to be just as bad where you don't get along with anyone and everything eventually turns into a cluster fuck. Maybe you might as well save yourself the bother by leaving tomorrow.

[User] You make long term plans

[Assistant]
While this place might very well not work out, you decide you need to at least make a go of it. Given that you turned to murder and banditry fairly quickly you think you need some semblance of law and order to keep yourself from becoming a complete savage, but more importantly you think Donna needs this more than you do.

This whole week, Donna's been flip flopping a bit on the whole "trying to get her life together" thing. Granted she hasn't had a great foundation, but if you stay on the road and just drift, about the only thing she's ever going to be useful for is…well bait for whomever else you decide to rob in the future.

"Hey Donna, I think we should stay here and by that I mean try to do what we were doing in the trailer park until we ran out like a pair of thieves."
"Suzy, you know that place wasn't turning out good for us."
"Yeah, I know, that's why I ultimately agreed with your plan to leave it…but I can't help think that if we'd done things a little differently…well doesn't matter. My point is, I think we BOTH need some structure."
"Structure? You're joking right?"

At this point you grab Donna by the arm and go to speak to her away from the earshot of those nearby.

"No Donna, I'm not fucking joking. Thursday, we stole a truck and killed two people who were just trying to stop us. Earlier today, we basically did the same thing except it was premeditated. You see a pattern emerging?"
"Hey, I didn't mean to run over that woman at the trailer park and I didn't know you were going to kill those two guys with the car."
"Donna, don't play the babe in the woods routine. Granted I'LL take the blame for murdering those guys in cold blood, but you knew damn well that it was a possibility. You went along with it."
"I went along with it, because you were practically shoving me in the road, telling me to strip to get those guys attention in the first place. It wasn't YOU who had to role-play a pig on a spit to distract them. Besides, we had to do it for survival."
"And that's my point. First we're doing it for survival, how long before we start doing it for fun? I mean…(Sigh) I don't know about you, but for the past few days, my mind has been going to a dark place. Quite frankly a place I didn't think I had. I mean I've killed several people at this point and I don't feel particularly bad about it. Like I don't feel anything."
"Geez, Suzy…"
"Yeah, I'm apparently more fucked up than I ever realized, but what about you? I mean you've relied on your looks and sex to get what you want for the most part. Do you really think that's a great way to go through life? I even used you as slut bait so we could rip off someone a lot easier. Hell, I pretty much pimped you out and I think it's the only thing fucked up thing I've done recently that I HAVE actually felt bad about doing on some level. You shouldn't have to be taking random dicks in the ass and mouth just so we can get by. And I'm really sorry for that. We both NEED a better plan for our future and drifting from place to place isn't it."

Donna's silent for a moment.

"But what would we do here? How would we contribute?"
"I dunno, but I'm going to go talk to that Henry guy about it." You say and then head over back to Henry who is overseeing his people taking all the shit out of your car.

"Oh hey there…Suzy wasn't it?" Henry remarks.
"Yeah." You answer.
"Well Suzy, you'll be happy to know we haven't taken much, save for the couple of first aid kits you had. We got tons of food and water, so we really didn't need any of that. Oh, didn't take your weapons either. Got enough of those too."
"Um…thanks, but I wanted to talk to you about staying."
"Good, we could use the help, so what skills do you have?" Henry asks.
"Well, I killed a lot of those cannibal freaks. I also had to kill a few regular psychos as well this week. Guess you could say I've become a fast learner in the ways of the gun…so do you need another lookout?"
"Wouldn't turn one down if you're feeling up to the task. Not many here actually want to do it. Anyway, I'll make sure to get you a rifle, but what about your sister? What's she do?"

Before you can answer, your sister Donna has come up to speak for herself.

"I'm a people person! I used to plan parties and other similar social events. Made sure people had a good time. Now while that might not sound very useful, I think given our current situation it could be. I mean I can't imagine spirits around here are very high. And when spirits aren't very high, everything else goes to shit. I think I could help out in making sure people stay positive." Donna says with a chipper tone and a smile.

Henry scratches his head and returns a brief grin.

"Well now, that is an interesting proposal and I have to say you do have a pretty cheery attitude. You're right in that everyone has been on edge and not in the best of moods. I'm really not sure how you propose to change that, but if you can do it, well that would be pretty helpful. Though you're still going to have to do something else in the meantime, I think the wait staff in the diner needs help with going through the inventory. Go see Anne in the diner; she'll be able to direct you. Okay, well that's settled. You ready for your assignment Suzy?"
"Yeah, hold on. Just want to talk to my sister for a moment."
"Sure."

Once again you take Donna aside away from earshot.

"Donna, what was all that about planning parties and shit?" you ask.
"What? I did used to plan parties over Julie's house remember?" Donna says.
"I didn't think you guys actually planned them so much as you just invited a bunch of people over."
"Well okay, yeah most of the time that was the case, but really I was the main one that got those parties going to be more exciting than they actually were. I also curbed the more destructive elements that actually occurred at those things by keeping people positive and happy."
"So…what? You're going to turn this place into a rave orgy?"
"No…well I mean I wish, but all I have to do is take my interpersonal skills and channel them in some way that will work here. Look, you said we need to try to start over. Well, I'm going to improvise with what I can so we can make a go of it here."
"You're right Donna. Okay, well I'll leave you to it."

Before you leave, Donna moves in to hug you. You weren't expecting it, but you return the hug.

"Be careful Suzy, don't get eaten." Donna remarks.
"Don't worry about me, you just focus on what you need to do." You say.

With those parting words, Donna heads towards the diner and you go back to Henry for your assignment.

Henry apparently has already told some of his people that you'll be joining them on the truck tops keeping a look out and hands you a rifle. Henry also mentions that this decision was met with mixed results. Some were happy since it meant they could take more breaks, others didn't like the idea since nobody really knows who the fuck you are and don't see why they should trust you yet. Still, Henry is pretty well respected you guess around here, because other than some grumbling nobody is outright making a major case out of it.

Henry takes you to the far back end of the truck stop. He says he hasn't really put many guards up here since its away from the road and borders the wilderness and so far nothing has come out from there yet, other than the occasional wildlife.

"Now I don't think anything actually will be coming up this way, since I imagine if we did have another cannibal attack they'll be coming from one of the other directions, but hey we shouldn't just keep our back completely undefended. Now you'll be here until about midnight, I hope you're up for that." Henry remarks.
"That's what I'm here for."
"Hm. Well like I said, there probably won't be much going on and about the most likely thing you're going to have to fight off is boredom. Um, if you need to go bathroom, there are some port a johns nearby, though suppose if you REALLY need to, you can go run over to the diner if you're a little more concerned with cleanliness, but whatever you do make sure you at least tell Larry over there so he can keep extra watch while you're gone." Henry points to a man over on top of a truck on the far side of where you are before continuing.

"Anyway, that's about it, and if you see anything that looks dangerous, yell your head off and warn us."
"Okay, got it." You answer.

You climb up the ladder propped against the eighteen-wheeler and take you place as a guard.

A few hours pass and just as predicted, nothing happens. You're not really bored yet though since you're taking a mental count of the number of rabbits you see hopping around in the field and making up little bunny names and little stories about their little bunny lives.

Every once in awhile while you're walking back and forth along the truck, you wonder how your sister is doing. You also wave to Larry once in an attempt to be friendly, but he doesn't return the wave and ignores you.

Eventually he has to pay attention when nature calls.

"Hey Larry!" you shout.
"What?!" he answers in an annoyed tone.
"I gotta pee!"
"So? Go over the side of the truck, its what I do when I gotta piss."
"Yeah, I'm not a guy and I don't have the luxury of the world being my toilet. I need to use a proper bathroom. Henry told me to let you know so you can keep an extra eye on things until I get back."
"(Sigh) Fine, don't fucking take all day though."

With Larry's acknowledgement of your bathroom needs, you go down the ladder and run to the diner. (You sure as hell aren't going to use those disgusting port a johns)

When you enter the diner, you find a variety of people singing songs and joking around. You then see Donna dressed in a waitress uniform wave to you.

"Hey Suzy! You done with protecting all of us?! This is my sister Suzy folks! She's the one that saved my life more than once this week!"

At this point everyone says hi to you.

"Um…hey. I actually just came in to use the bathroom" You reply caught a little off guard.
"That's Suzy, always the social one." Donna laughs and then goes back to talking to the crowd.

After taking care of business in the bathroom, you wash your hands and see Donna entering the room.

"Gotta hand it to you Donna, it hasn't been a few hours and already you've got the people here in a good mood." You say.
"Yes, and I didn't fuck all of them to get them that way in case that's what you were thinking." Donna says.
"Sheesh, I saw some children out there. I know you're not a degenerate Donna."
"Well, I'm glad you don't think I am. Never thought I'd say this, but your opinion of me has started to matter more this week. So how's guard duty?"
"It is what it is. I'm not quite the people person you are though, so all I've managed to do is piss off the one person assigned near me. On the bright side, I've managed to stave off boredom by making up stories in my head about the bunnies bouncing around in the fields."
"Heh, well you always were the imaginative one. Well I'll see you later."

You leave your sister and return to your guard duty, which continues to be uneventful. As the night comes your stories about rabbits give way to stories about wandering possums and raccoons instead. Thankfully no cannibals though.

Eventually someone comes to relieve you of duty. Some guy you haven't seen before, but at least he's a little more cordial than Larry.

You return to the diner where you find most people now asleep. Donna is still awake and sitting behind the food counter playing solitaire. She waves you over.

"Suzy, there you are. I waited up for you so I could show you where we'll be sleeping. Come on." Donna whispers and takes you through the back kitchen.

"Hey you didn't eat today did you? There's a lot of food here you know. There's also a shower in the waitresses' private bathroom if you need." Donna says.
"Nah, I'm good for now. I'll worry about that stuff tomorrow." You reply.
"Okay, well here it is." Donna says and opens up a small storeroom, which doesn't have much space.

"I tried to make it as comfortable as possible with a few blankets I borrowed. There are our bags of clothing. I figured those might work as pillows of a sort." Donna says.
"Well I guess it will have to do." You answer.

You lay down on the make shift bed on the floor and try to get as comfortable as possible. Donna does likewise and you drift off.

[User] Next day...

[Assistant]
SATURDAY

You wake up to a body spooning you, and an arm holding you tightly around your mid-section.

"Donna! Hey! Wake the fuck up!" you shout pushing your sister off of you.
"Huh? Wha? The hell are you pushing and hitting me for?" she exclaims groggily.
"Because you were about to commit incest that's why!" you exclaim.
"Oh. Sorry. It wasn't intentional I assure you. I probably was dreaming about Julie."
"Excuse me?"
"Well one time over her house her heating system broke down and we had to sleep together for warmth for a week."
"Okay, I don't want to know anymore about your little lesbian encounters with Julie." You say.
"Oh geez Suzy don't be so heteronormative, we weren't lesbians. We just had some fun on occasion. (Sigh) I wish she was here with us." Donna says getting a little tearful.

You pat Donna on the shoulder.

"I wish she was here too Donna." You say.

After that moment of silence to remember your friend, the both of you get up.

"You know what time it is?" Donna asks.
"No, but I know it's time for me to take a shower. You said I can use the waitresses' private one?" you say.
"Yeah, but you might have to wait for other people."
"Damn, speaking of waitresses, what's with the uniform?"
"Oh this? Well I needed to change my clothes yesterday and I was offered one of their uniforms. I figured I'd wear it to fit in a little better, besides its kind of cute don't you think?" Donna asks.
"It's kind of stripperish if you ask me. The skirt barely covers your ass." You reply.
"Well I think that's the point. This is a truck stop remember and they probably want the waitresses to look a little more on the sexy side."
"Hm, well I'll stick with my old non-stripper clothes."
"Prude." Donna snarks.

As you and Donna leave the storage room to start the new day you both suddenly hear a loud noise and a faint rumble. You then hear some screams and shouting from the front of the diner.

"Oh my god that was a fucking nuke!" you hear someone shout.

You and Donna just look at each other. Maybe its due to the week you've had, you're not entirely phased by this.

"(Sigh) I guess they finally went and did it." You say.
"Perfect way to start the day." Donna replies and the pair of you head to the front of the diner.

When you get there, you see a waitress trying to calm her children down. A couple people are arguing. A few are just sitting in a silent state of shock. Henry is actually outside the diner looking in the direction of where the bomb must've gone off. You can see the lingering remnants of a mushroom cloud in the far distance even from inside the diner.

"Well I can only hope we're far enough away that we aren't suffering from horrible radioactive fallout." You say.
"Yeah, I suppose not much can be done now if we are, just um…shoot me if my hair starts falling out okay?" Donna asks.

You briefly wonder if this bomb was the result of the nuclear war those Ground Zero ads kept harping on about or if this was just some internal thing to take care of those rabid people.

Either way, you suppose it doesn't really matter, life is going to be severely different from now on.

At this point Henry steps back in the diner and after calming some of the arguing truckers. He begins addressing the situation and stating that nothing has changed and that the situation is still the same, namely if people help, then they are welcome to stay. If not or if they don't want to stay then they are free to go.

A couple of the truckers who apparently have families elsewhere do leave. Everyone else stays and the work towards creating a permanent new "home" is begun.

After washing up and having something to eat, you head out to do your guard duty rounds. Donna comes to see you before you leave.

"Hey, Suzy."
"Yes?" You answer.
"Whatever happens next, I just want to say…I'm glad we're dealing with all this together."
"I'm glad we're seeing this through together too." You say.

And with those words, you and Donna hug and go contribute in your various jobs in this new community.

Funny that it took the collapse of society before you re-connected with your family again.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Sisterhood

The future…

"Hey, those trailer park rednecks had been fucking assholes to us for years. It was high time that we burned that whole heap of trash to the ground like it deserved. It's just too bad we couldn't do it when we were temporarily stuck in that hell hole." You exclaim.
"Yeah, I know I just sort of wish there had been another way to deal with them. Wiping out entire communities isn't really something that is particularly popular you know. I mean there were children and other innocents there too." Donna says.
"Well that's why we can blame that shit on the Cult of Tiamat. They're the crazies that took things too far, or whatever…I dunno, you know how to spin this shit, you're the politician not me."
"Oh yes, the alliance with the cultists. That's going to be an easy spin…(Sigh) I can't believe you convinced me THAT was a good idea."
"Hey look, if we had gone head to head with those trailer park assholes by ourselves, it would've been a bloodbath for us. Considering the cult was also their enemy, it was a good opportunity to re-establish an old contact as it were. Besides, Bobby's bitch of a sister Diana wasn't around anymore so I knew I'd have more clout. Not to mention we've got a peace agreement with them now so that's TWO less enemies in our immediate area now."

Donna gets up from her desk and pours herself a drink. She downs the whole glass in one gulp and pours another shot.

It's funny; she used to drink for enjoyment at one time. Nowadays she drinks to keep herself from being overwhelmed with all the shit she has to deal with. That party girl is long gone and when she took over New Security from Henry she disappeared completely.

Popularity was always her specialty, but you've always been the stronger one. Without you Donna probably would've failed at this community leader thing a long time ago.

Of course without Donna, you probably would've gotten lynched by an angry mob a long time ago. That "good girl" that once hid out in the basement is long gone too. While you didn't become the "outlaw savage" that you worried about becoming, you still lost that "civility" and over the years as you had to deal with shitty things in this shitty new world, well it was just easier to be the cold bitch that would kill someone without hesitation.

And that's why you're a team.

"So Suzy. You and Bobby rekindle something?" Donna asks putting down her glass.
"Hah, no. Bobby's one true love nowadays is his blessed Tiamat. Followed by his sister Helen. Still, it doesn't hurt that I was an ex that I imagine he still has the occasional fond memory."
"You think he'll leave us be?"
"Sure. I mean we'll always keep an eye on his group, but now that those rednecks are gone, more territory has opened up for Bobby. He'll be satisfied in the foreseeable future."
"Okay…(Sigh) ugh, I don't feel like going out there and giving a fucking speech right now…"
"Look, I know you're stressing about this, but I promise you the people of this town aren't really going to be that upset by the destruction of a bunch of hostile trailer trash. Some of them will probably throw a party. This isn't the old world anymore where you got the U.N. or some shit waggling their finger at you for war crimes. People are back to the mindset that their tight knit communities come first and fuck everyone else. Besides even if you do have some idealistic fools screaming about injustice or some shit, you've still got the support of our militia of which I am currently head of. I'd say you're not in any danger."

Donna smiles and shakes her head.

"Jesus Suzy. I'm sure glad you're on my side." Donna says.
"Hey, sisterhood forever right?" you say extending your hand.

Donna nods and grips your hand followed by a hug.

"Sisterhood forever Suzy."

And with those words, Donna straightens her clothing and heads out of her office to address the public and you follow close behind.

A few winks, a few smiles and a few lies later and Donna has the public in the palm of her hand just like you knew she would. She just needed your support for that extra boost of confidence.

Not bad for a party girl and a basement dweller.


[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 open the first door

[Assistant] Well the evil lord of the tower sure knows his European languages. You choose your door and turn the door knob but before you can open it, the suit of armour that guards your door plunges his spear into your back and it pierces all the way through your body, coming out of your chest. The spear also happens to be the stick on which his flag was attached and so you get to watch the little bloodstained flag flapping about before you slump to the ground and die.


[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 stay and fight the Woban.

[Assistant]
The Woban is clearly young, and therefore probably also over-confident. By contrast, what you lack in strength — not to mention skill with a spear — you should be able to compensate with patience and cunning. He will think he has the advantage, but he is what, all of fifteen years old? And less educated than your typical fifth grader? He will do something rash; you will recognize his obvious strategy right away, and handily defeat him with some run-of-the-mill move that you learned many years ago while playing flag football.

So what are you so nervous about? You got this!

Right?

At any rate, standing your ground seems preferable to running, so you slowly squat down to pick up the spear, never taking your eyes off your opponent. The Woban gets excited when he sees you reaching for the weapon he tossed you. He starts whooping and doing an odd dance, hopping from foot to foot and shifting his head from left to right. His tongue hangs down to his chin, making the entire act seem like a ritualistic taunt. You notice that his tattoo pattern extends across both shoulders, with lines that resemble stylized feathers; you suppose it is meant to resemble some kind of bird of prey, but the dance gives you the impression more of a gooney bird.

So now you are holding the spear in your hands, pointed straight ahead. You bend your knees and widen your stance, ready to spring into action as soon as he lunges at you.

But nothing happens. The Woban continues his silly dance, his nonsensical shouting growing louder and louder. Then he adds a slow rotation to his routine, showing you the tattooed feathers on his back for a short moment, his tongue still extended when he turns back in your direction.

"Come on, come and get me!" you say, briefly tilting the spear upward to signal your readiness to defend yourself. But still the young Woban does not charge.

"E kaua ia'u, nene me ka wawae ho'okahi!" he grunts. "Ua moe kolohe kou makuakane me kahi i'a make!"

"Look, that's nice. It's great to meet you too. Now can we get this over with?"

He shakes his head with his tongue protruding downward again. "AGGGH! Ke maka'u nei ka i'a make e ku'e ia'u!"

This is going nowhere. You have been waiting for him to attack first, but it is becoming clear he has no such intention. So what exactly are you supposed to do? If the Woban is trying to taunt you into charging straight at him with the spear, then you can safely conclude that is the last thing you should do.

"That's a nice necklace. Are those shark teeth?"

"Hiki ia'u ke kali i ka la apau, i'a make. Hiki ia 'oe ke kali mau loa?"

He continues to shift back and forth from one foot to the other, making his bare chest a moving target. If you did have to make the first move, though, it's not his chest you'd aim for — that damn tongue would be a much more satisfactory target.

But something has to give; it's not like you can just stand here doing this all day long. But what are your options? Make a feint, catch him off balance? Fake a distraction, strike when he's not looking? Then an idea occurs to you: just do what Paul Newman would do if he were in a situation like this! Specifically, you're thinking of that knife fight scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. It's one of the best moments in movie history, and you doubt this Woban has ever seen it; what's old to you will be new and unexpected to this cretin.

You stand up out of your defensive posture and hold the spear to your side like a walking stick. "I'm not going to fight with you — not until we get the rules straightened out."

"He ho'omake'aka keia!"

While the Woban appears momentarily confused by your words and change in posture, you casually step forward as if to greet him as a friend, tossing the spear aside.

"What, no rules? Then one-two-three-go!"

And once you are within range, you kick your opponent in the groin.

The Woban's reaction does not go according to script, however. He does immediately bend over in pain, but he is not as debilitated as you had hoped for. When you turn to deliver the knock-out punch, he is not on his knees like it was in Butch Cassidy, but enraged and coming straight at you.

Your horror is short-lived. In a pure contest of strength and brutality, you don't stand a chance against the Woban, and he doesn't leave any time for any more tricks. As it turns out, he was not as gullible as you had hoped he would be.

THE END


[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 flee

[Assistant]
You try and run from him but seeing that he does have a full clip and his boss just yelled at him his accuracy miraculously improves. He manages to hit you in your legs and before you can get up he runs up to you and shoots you in the head... oddly enough it doesn't kill you but it paralyzes you. Unable to move he then says something and he goes back to his car. He then begins to pour what you think is gasoline on you... Your killer then lights a match and says one last thing to you.

"Nothing personal, but you are a terrible vampire."

He throws the match on you and you light up like a Christmas tree light.


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
Nice and Safe

The Future…

"Take it or leave it. Don't have all day to haggle with you." You say to the scavenger.

He looks at the plastic bag of 9mm ammo for a moment.

"Alright I'll take it." He says and hands over two damaged rifles and takes the ammo without another word and leaves.

You look at the rifles again and think how glad you are to have someone who has a natural affinity to fixing thing.

"Daniel! Come out here, got a project for you."

You son comes out from his work area to see what you're yelling at him about this time.

"Mom, what is it now?" Daniel replies.
"Here. Got more rifles you can fix and we can sell for better profit later on." You say and pass the rifles to him.
"These need new bolts. I'm not sure if I have any spare ones. At least not for two rifles."
"Well do what you can. I'm sure you'll think of something. You usually do. Besides you know how everyone that comes through this place is always interested in weapons. If you get just one of them fixed, it'll still be a profit for what we got them for."
"Don't most people buy their weapons from Earl on the far side of the bazaar?"
"Yeah, but he specializes in that, the beauty of what we do is sell and buy a little bit of everything. So someone who might be looking for medicine might also end up buying a gun too. Besides, he's getting a reputation of ripping people off, so we need to be prepared for the possible day for when people start coming to us to buy their guns instead."

Daniel nods and says nothing else. He isn't really much of a talker or a thinker for that matter. Not that the boy is stupid, its just he focuses on other things. Like fixing. Sometimes he reminds you a bit of your older brother's son from the old days. That boy was definitely a savant.

Daniel head back to his workstation. You're so glad you've never had problems with him, though Roger thinks he should mix more with people…but then you remember your own isolationist days in a certain basement and laugh to yourself.

Compared to you back then, Daniel is a social butterfly and has an actual trade. He'll be fine.

Really its odd to you sometimes that you basically run the equivalent of a post apocalyptic general store, but as this place got bigger and better fortified, the original people began to rise in status and responsibility and here you are.

It certainly is better than being a wanderer out there. You've heard the tales and have no desire to leave the walls of New Security. Its safe here and you have everything you'd ever want.

It's your new basement.

You remember Roger wanting to lead the New Security recon team when it was formed, but you managed to talk him out of that nonsense. You didn't talk him into staying here in the first place and avoid getting nuked to atoms just so he could go play wasteland warrior and get his head blown off that way.

His job as lead protector of New Security holds more than enough danger and a test of his skills.

"Hey mom, how's business?" Cindy asks walking in.
"Fine. I'm guessing you went with your father today?"
"Yep. It was really cool. I got to learn how to shoot. I even killed something!"
"What?" you ask.

At this point Roger walks in and has heard the end of the conversation.

"It wasn't a person and she wasn't in any danger. It was just a large rat that had wandered on the range. She got it in right in the head on one shot. She's a natural." Roger says in an effort to reassure you.

You know it's a harsh new world now, and you know your daughter learning how to shoot is probably one of the best things for her, but you can't help worry.

"Well, glad to hear you had fun." You say.
"Yeah! I even got to see the New Security Scout Team coming in from a mission! They said they had to fight a mutant! Sounded exciting! I can't wait to be able to become one of them one day!"

Well now you're worried and Roger already knows it.

"Uh, Cindy why don't you go into the back, I'm sure we'll all be eating soon." Roger says. Cindy complies, but she knows all too well an argument is going to be occurring soon.

You give Roger that "look" that he knows all to well is one of displeasure.

"Suzy, before you even start I really did not put that idea into her head! I didn't even know the scout team was coming back today! Let alone that she was going to bump into them."
"You're the head protector! How would you not know that?!" you say.
"Hey, I take care of internal safety first. Besides, sometimes the scouts come back early if they don't find anything out there."
"A mutant sounds like something to me. Look I know Cindy's a teenager and I know she finds all this military type stuff exciting, but I'd at least rather not encourage her desire to want to go traipsing about the wasteland."
"Well I'd rather her be safe too, I mean that's why I'm trying to teach her how to shoot and other skills. I mean we can only guide so much and eventually she's going to be an adult and we won't have any control over what she does. You know that."

This is an old argument and Roger is right, but you really wish he wasn't.

"I know. I know. Just…(sigh) could you at least next time emphasize that being a scout isn't as glamorous as it sounds?"
"That I can do. Can't promise you it'll work, but I'll definitely do that."
"Well that's the best I can hope for."

Roger moves in to kiss you and you return it.

"Besides, I don't see why SHE gets to be in the scout team when I'm not a allowed to." Roger says with a smile.

You laugh and you close up the store so that you can spend time with your family.

It's not the easiest life, but it's more than you ever had before.


[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 wait it out and see what he says the next night, theres too much truth in what he says to ignore it all.

[Assistant]
You've had your doubts all along so now you want the facts. You wait till evening when you are all making camp and head out to the edges where the two men normally set up their bedrolls. It isn't long before they come over, set theirs up near you and join you at the fire. "So you didn't try to turn us in?"

"I thought about it a lot but I need to hear what you have to say."

"Hmm honesty at least, I'm not sure I would have trusted you if you said it didn't cross your mind." he gives you a smile then moves closer so he can speak in a lower voice. "Everything I said last night is true and we have the proof with us, letters and land deals signed by keys members of the council, all encouraging the war. One was even stupid enough to put in writing that he had captured the two Carn ships to use in 'plan spark'. Others talk about preparing for war and the buildup of the army being hidden from Carn's spies. Even the torture and murder of people they think might betray them or go to the king. Basically everything we need to avert a war and have the king put the men to justice."

You think for a while and decide if they really have all this proof that you are going to help them, besides now that you  know this much you are sure they would kill you if you show any sign or betraying them. You talk till sundown about plans and strategies.

[User] You reaching the Front Lines

[Assistant]
The marching is taken slowly but efficiently and you approach the lines in just under two weeks. The Capt calls a halt for the evening about half a day out from the front lines and says that  he plans to arrive by lunchtime tomorrow so you better all clean up your gear and look presentable for the last march.

That night you and the two men set up your sleeping rolls near the edge of camp like normal and the man you often see them talking to goes on sentry duty nearby. Its all been arranged for midnight when all but the sentries are asleep.

The three of you stay awake and near midnight you all pack up your rolls and sneak over to the sentry who steps back into the light. One more man joins you and the five of you slip out of the camp then turn towards the front lines and break into a jog. The weeks on the road has made you strong and fit so you all go double time for the first few hours before slowing to a normal fast marching pace.

The man who is obviously the leader calls back to you all "Right we need to get across by sunrise today or our chances of survival are near zero, our Proprietor has provided us a rough map of the front line fortifications as of when we left the city and plans of what work should have been completed since we will be heading about 2 miles south of the road where there shouldn't be any defenses in place yet so we will only have sentries to deal with."

You start marching again when you suddenly remember a conversation you had with Capt. Argor only 2 days back

"Wait!" everyone stops and looks back at you "listen, I was letting the Capt. go on about his love of rocks again when he mentioned a runner from the front, he said they came across solid granite just south of the road so moved a mining operation there at short notice, if its close to our crossing point it'll be swarming with men."

The leader stares at you for a second before considering the map again.

"Good work Glor, we cant afford to meet to many guards, so its north 5 miles instead. Double time people!"

You all set off at a fast jog and your just glad you let the Capt. talk about rocks.

[User] You reaching Carn

[Assistant]
Your leader guides you skillfully through he front lines, avoiding encampments and guards and you get across the lines with only one guard killed. You are sad that one had to die but there was no other way and plenty more would die if you didn't succeed.

You get through as dawn begins to break and all collapse two miles across the lines from exhaustion. You've all been jogging in full gear for just over 7 hours now and are all spent but you're across the lines and the leader says you can rest. You don't know what to expect but you soon see a small farmers cart approaching your position. The leader quickly speaks to the man and you all pile into the back as he turns back towards Carn and whips the horses into a trot.

The journey from there is uneventful, you all change out of your gear into nondescript clothing and the other men all have identification which marks them out as working for Carn's king so no soldiers bother you.

You reach Carn after several days hard travel, swapping carts a few times.

[User] The War

[Assistant]
THIS IS THE SECOND BEST ENDING, THE SOLDIERS ENDING.

 CONGRATULATIONS!

Once in Carn you are taken before the king and your leader makes his report after presenting the documents. King Hader immediately sends them to his scribes who make several copies and over the next few days they are smuggled out of Carn to all near-by kingdoms. King Hader also sends several emissaries to your City and is finally granted a cease-fire when one of your kings high council personally intervenes and tells the king that the council had been blocking Carn's requests and emissaries from reaching him. The Councilor was in fact your proprietor and was able to tell the king some of the truth of the situation.

Once the king knows he was being lied to he immediately took control of the military and ordered a cease-fire and confined the council to chambers under guard until he had found out the truth. And once the truth came out the entire council bar one was hung from the city gates. Peace was made between the two kingdoms and it was all due to you hearing your captain talk about his love of rocks.


[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 continue onward

[Assistant]
You can't do it. While you've sacrificed many in several different ways, you're not going to start draining the life force of your own Eternals like some undead horror. You've crossed many lines and all its done is brought you to this ruined state.

You struggle towards the fortress, but even with Damon helping you, you don't think you're going to make it, let alone have the strength to face Nicodemus.

"Take…take me back home…" you order Damon. You don't even need to tell him twice, he sees how pale and weak you are and all of you are making a hasty retreat.

Unfortunately between your age, your wounds, your exhaustion and the general negative energy in Mortos, you don't make back home alive and you unceremoniously pass away just before you get to the home portal.


[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 say "I don't know the password, Kyros didn't tell me!"

[Assistant]
"Bullshit. Kyros would've without a doubt told you the password. He's not an idiot. Fuck off, rebel scum."

Well. That was unsuccessful.

[User] You attempt to break down the door

[Assistant] You press your hands on the door, and begin to melt through the thick steal, as steel drips to the ground. Suddenly, you feel your energy hit an odd texture, before the anti-personal defenses prepared their blows, tearing your head off.


[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 just drop the pistol so it is not on your person

[Assistant]
You figure you'll just drop you pistol and then after the scan you'll just grab it and head into the elevator. After doing this you type in your name and insert you debit card where upon it drains most of your account. The door you stepped through sudden shuts and a hum is heard.

"Now scanning for unauthorized items…Scanning…Scanning…Scanning... WEAPON LOCATED IN FOYER! ACCESS DENIED! GZS SECURITY FORCE HAS BEEN DEPLOYED!"

Your first reaction is to escape, but the front doors have auto locked and the elevator doors are definitely not open. Shooting the door won't do any good either; it's thick and solid steel. The only thing you can do is resign yourself to your fate. You pick up your pistol, slump into the corner of the foyer and wait, wondering what's going to come next.

Surprisingly you don't have to wait long; you soon hear movement and voices by the outside door followed by a click and the door opening.

"GET OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP AND LEAVE YOUR WEAPON INSIDE!"

Feeling a little nervous and scared you do exactly that. When you exit, suddenly a spray of bullets is fired from one of the GZS security guards. You're hit several times in the body and fall to the ground. Amazingly you're still alive, but you're in no condition to do anything except listen to the security guards argue.

"You goddamn asshole! That's the THIRD person you shot! I told you CAN'T fire on anyone unless they're holding a weapon! Fuck, we're gonna be buried in paper work because of you!"
"Yeah well he looked like he was going for one."
"He had his fucking hands up! (Sigh) Nevermind, is he dead?"
"No, he looks like he's still breathing…so uh what do we do? We never had one that survived before."
"Drop him off at the emergency room."
"Can't we just finish him off? It would be a hell of a lot easier."
"Maybe, but the GZS guidelines say that anyone who violates the policy agreement is subject to a lawsuit. He broke it, by trying to sneak in a weapon, I'm sure management or whoever is gonna want to sue his ass for all the remaining money and assets he owns. So keeping him alive is in GZS best interest. Hell, with their connections they'll probably figure out how to sue him for the hospital stay. Why do you think I got pissed off when you killed the others? You can't sue dead people!"
"Alright, alright get off my ass. Let's move him into the van before he bleeds to death."

At this point you fall unconscious. When you wake up you're lying in bed with a hose up your nose and several other tubing going into various places of your body. Apparently you have a private room though; GZS is probably adding that charge to your lawsuit as well. You're most likely going to be living in a cardboard box by the time you leave this place, but you don't really care at this point anymore.

As you slowly recover occasionally you're visited by some lawyer types who spout some legalese at you, but you're so zonked out on pain medication half the time and fading in and out of consciousness you can't even pay attention. You spend most of your conscious time in the hospital watching the TV in the corner of the room. The state of the world isn't getting any better.

Monday 8:00 AM

You groggily wake up and hear a loud continuous beeping noise. It's a test pattern on TV.

"…BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…"

This is it.

You manage to lift yourself off the bed as you hear commotion going on in the hallway. After turning off the TV you look out the window and see the city practically in chaos. This hospital room doesn't seem so bad now; at least you've gotten some peace. You also can't help but to laugh, GZS won't be able to get anymore money from you now.

You continue to stare out the window laughing and then gaze upward towards the sky.

You see a bright light and then nothing at all.


[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]
If you're going to risk your life, it might as well be worth it and you're not seeing a carnival as being worth it.

"I'm more than willing to be a productive member of this community, and far be it from me to question your orders Mel, but I don't think the carnival is the right way to go. Assuming the carnies didn't already pull up stakes and assuming the military even bothered to send a detachment to a carnival, I can't believe that the detachment would've been any better supplied than the one sent here."
"So what are you saying exactly, blondie?"
"I'm saying that it would be a better plan to go back into town. I know my area alone has a couple of pharmacies and even a grocery store. I could easily direct you to them."
"Town? That was a clusterfuck the last time we tried that! Besides, how do we know those places haven't already been looted?"
"It's a risk, but I believe if you want a better chance at getting medicine and medical supplies, it would be better bet to go back into town. You're better equipped and prepared for what to expect in town now too. It's up to you though, you're in charge after all." You say.

Mel looks at you and then looks at Tina.

"Don't look at me. I voted to shoot them." Tina remarks.
"Yeah, yeah, you're never fuckin' supportive. (Sigh) Fuck it. You make a good point blondie. We'll head back into town, nobody's gonna like it, but like I said, fuck it. You go head over to the entrance, I'll be over there soon."

As you're about to go over to the trucks by the entrance, Tina grabs a hold of your arm with a semi-forceful grip. You spin around and see that her face isn't one of friendliness.

"So, you managed to change Mel's mind. Pretty impressive. I have a hard time doing that at the best of times. Maybe he is fuckin' ya." Tina says.
"What?! Tina I swear I'm not doing anything with Mel!" you exclaim.
"Oh no, I don't think you are, but you're not exactly adverse to usin' yer natural attractiveness to get yer way. Yer doin' it to keep the rest of the slugs off of ya. I get it, but if Mel does some fool thing because it was his idea, I can handle that. He does it on a regular basis. Hell, if he does some fool thing cause one of his drinkin' buddies thought it was a good idea, I can handle that as well since it doesn't even happen that often and he usually realizes it before it gets too out of hand. However, Mel goin' to do some fool thing because some tease fluttered her eyes at him is something else entirely.
"Tina, I…"
"Shut the fuck up blondie, fore I pull that pretty golden hair from your head by the roots. Now listen to me close, this is the LAST time you EVER influence Mel to do something ever again. Got it?"

While you've certainly "toughened up" this week and Tina's actually shorter than you, but even now you doubt that you'd be able to physically take a trailer park girl like her that's probably gotten into more fist fights than the number of years you've been alive.

"Got it." You meekly say.

Tina doesn't even acknowledge your compliance; she just shoulder shoves you out of the way when she heads back to her trailer.

With that unpleasantness out of the way, you head over to the trucks. When you arrive at your destination, a group of rednecks are already there checking various rifles and handguns. It really does look like they got enough to take on an army.

"Well now if it isn't blondie. I'm surprised Mel is riskin' his piece on the side like this." One of the sleazier rednecks says.
"I know that's right Ray. If she was mine, I'd be wantin' to keep her safe." Another says.
"Piece on the side? Is that what Mel told all of you?" you ask which is followed by a lot of snickering.

"Not in so many words honey, but we ain't the idiots that he thinks we are. Why else would he tell us to lay off of ya if he wasn't stickin' ya? Sonofabitch already has Tina, don't see why he gets ta have TWO fine pieces of ass while some of us ain't got none." Ray remarks.
"Nothing is going on between Mel and I." you say.
"Oh? Is that right blondie? Well how about you get something going on right HERE!" Ray remarks while grabbing his crotch causing everyone to laugh.
"Sorry, I'm not a lesbian and I don't eat pussy." You remark dryly.

Your insult doesn't quite sink in immediately, though Ray gets the idea he has been insulted.

"What the hell's that mean?" Ray demands.
"It means she doesn't think you got a dick and that you ain't a man. Something we all knew a long time ago Ray, not stop givin' the girl grief and hand her a pistol." Mel suddenly says as he walks up with a few more people behind him.

After Ray grudgingly hands you a pistol and then Mel breaks the bad news to everyone that they're heading back into town. There is predictably a lot of protesting and grumbling, but after shouting everyone down everyone complies with Mel's orders. Everyone gets in their vehicles and you ride up front in Mel's pick up truck.

As the trucks pull out from the trailer park, Mel fiddles with the radio, but he doesn't get anything except Ground Zero ads.

"Goddamn Ground Zero shit. I'm tellin' you like I've said to everyone else, it's a fuckin' conspiracy goin' on with them. In fact all of this shit goin' on is government related." Mel says turning off the radio.

The rest of your drive to town is mostly a quiet one. Mel doesn't bother speaking to you and you're a little too pre-occupied by what you're going to do about your current situation because between the incident with Tina and the one with Ray you can't help but think that you're never going to fit in or be comfortable there. Your sister might've just ditched you, but you're starting to think she had the right idea about leaving.

When you do finally get to town it's predictably a warzone. A war in which it appears the military did NOT win. You see overturned vehicles, dead bodies and destruction, but there is no semblance of organized order anywhere.

The only thing that is "organized" are the cannibal freaks and there are large groups of them roving the streets or already feasting on the dead. They naturally start attacking whenever your group drives through an infested area. Shooting and running them over becomes the order of the day as you direct Mel to the best way to get to your own neighborhood area.

When you finally do get to your area, the number of freaks severely decreases. It's sort of odd, but where you lived seems relatively safe. There are still signs of devastation here and there are certainly dead bodies to be seen, but so far it's a lot safer than the rest of the town.

"Guess the military cleaned up this area, before they got their asses kicked. How much further is our destination?" Mel asks.
"Just make a left up here and you'll be there." You remark.

Following your directions Mel makes a turn and then pulls into the parking lot of what looks to be a completely deserted pharmacy with a few broken windows. The other two trucks park nearby. The pharmacy across the street looks deserted as well. No telling what's inside either of them, but you sort of get the impression the noise of the vehicles would've attracted freak attention if any were lurking about.

"Where's the grocery store?" Mel asks.
"That's a few blocks up the street." You reply.
"Okay guess it's time to tell everyone the next phase of this plan."

Mel gets out of the truck and calls attention to everyone.

"Alright, we got three locations to search, which is good because there are three big groups of us. I'm gonna search this pharmacy. Ray, you go search the one across the street. Dan, your group can get back in your truck and search the grocery store up the block." Mel says.
"What? Aw Mel, why I gotta drive all that way?"
"Goddamnit Dan it ain't that fuckin' far! Just fuckin' do it! Besides, I know you. If you're searching one of these pharmacies, your junkies ass is gonna pocket all the med for yourself and claim you didn't find anything."

While Dan is in the middle of protesting, you're coming to the conclusion of your earlier thoughts on the ride over here. Namely, you're tired of this group and you're going to risk going it alone. You figure you're already close to your house, you could probably sneak away and head there for temporary relief to plan your next move. Though if you went with Dan you'd be even closer to your home.

When Mel finishes ordering everyone about, you go up to talk to him.

"Hey Mel, I think I should go with Dan."
"Huh? What the fuck you wanna go with that junkie asshole for?"
"Well grocery stores do tend to carry a small supply of medicine too, I figure I can keep an eye on him if he decides to not be in a sharing mood."
"Hmm, good point blondie…hey Dan! Don't go yet, blondie's comin' with ya so make room in the front!" Mel shouts before Dan pulls away.

You hop into Dan's truck and you're soon on your way though Dan's attention is half on the road and half on you.

"Sort of surprised you wanted to come with me blondie." He says scratching himself.
"Well, Mel doesn't entirely trust you. He thinks if you find any medicine in the grocery store, you'll just keep it for yourself. So he's sent me to keep an eye on you."
"Oh." Dan says.
"Don't worry Dan, I'm not gonna rat you out if you take some things for personal use. I know it's not really your fault and that you're just sick." You say in an empathetic tone.

Dan smiles at you revealing his horrible dental conditions.

"See that's what I've told people before! I'm glad you understand darlin'. I mean I've really tried to quit before, but…"

At this point Dan goes on with his pathetic sob story about how he's tried to kick his drug habit, but you're not really listening. Your thoughts of escaping these ignorant redneck assholes are filling your mind.

When you get to your destination, the grocery store is in much the same condition as the pharmacies were. Dan, you and the rest get out of the vehicle.

"Seems like this place could be clear, but keep alert anyway. Could be somethin' as big as a Butchie Billie, or it could be as small as Wade's dick!" Dan laughs causing Wade to swear at Dan and others to chuckle.

Still set on your plan of escape, you think about how you're going to do it. The easiest way would be to just sneak away at the earliest opportunity and run home. You're fairly confident you could do it.

Of course you're also wondering if you shouldn't just get away from these assholes, but the whole forsaken town in general. Staying here even in the "safety" of your home still isn't going to eliminate the problem that you're going to be located in cannibal central.

Of course if you want to leave town the safest way to do that is by vehicle which means you're going to have to engage in the riskier endeavor of stealing Dan's keys.

[User] You steal Dan's keys

[Assistant]
If you're going to escape, you might as well escape it all. You can worry about what comes after later.

You already got an idea of how to get the truck keys from Dan, but it's not something you're looking forward to…

Mustering up your mental fortitude you prepare yourself for the unpleasant task ahead.

Your group goes into the grocery store, which must still have on some sort of emergency lighting where upon everyone begins to carefully search the place. While there has been some looting and even signs of fighting that went on here, the place is in better shape than anyone thought.

"Hey Dan, the medicine aisle is over this way." You say while gently grabbing his hand. Dan is more than a little surprised by this gesture.
"Oh. Okay, lead the way then. Everyone else keep stockin' up on whatever food you want. " He responds.
When you lead Dan over to the aisle you remind yourself of what your goal is…
"Damn darlin' it looks like this aisle is mgh!" Dan is interrupted when you kiss him directly on his meth rotten mouth. It tastes horrible and it's only due to your strong gag reflex that you don't puke.

Dan is flabbergasted; he literally is at a loss for words.

"I gotta suck your dick right now Dan. It's all I've been thinking about since we were ridin' in the truck together. Shit, I woulda went down on you right then had there not been an audience in the back of the truck. Come on we can go into the bathroom of this place." You whisper in his ear.
Dan is still tongue tied, but at this point he's not arguing and passively follows you as you lead him to the women's bathroom in the back of the store. You make sure nobody has seen the pair of you enter and then lock the door.
"I…I…I can't believe you felt this way about me darlin'. I mean this is gotta be a dream." Dan says.
"Ain't no dream, now back against that wall, pull 'em down and let me get to suckin' what's gotta be a big ass dick. Gotta have it. Gotta have that juicy hot throbbing cock in my mouth." You say.

Dan's fantasies of an insatiable cock hungry hot blonde have probably been fueled for years by endless amounts of porn he's no doubt watched. So it's predictable that he doesn't even question the unlikelihood of any of this at all.

He wastes no time in putting down his rifle and unzipping his pant. It's an unimpressive sight. It's even more unimpressive when you're on your knees, eye level to it.

"Oh my god, this is gonna be better than drugs!" Dan says even closing his eyes as if preparing himself for the glory that is your mouth.

Unfortunately for him he gets none of that and instead receives a FALCON PUNCH to his balls.

Dan's reaction causes him to practically crumple onto you. He manages to wheeze a few swear, but you then shut him up by smacking his head against the bathroom wall, he groans a bit and still tries to grab a hold of you, but you stop him completely by pistol whipping him in the face until he's no longer moving.

You aren't sure if he's dead, but you're not really paying attention to see if he's breathing by this point, you're too busy looking for the keys…jackpot.
Then you hear some banging on the door and you freeze with your pistol in hand.

"Hey, who's in there? I heard some noise. Is that you blondie?" you hear a voice exclaim.
"…uh yeah it's me! I had to take a shit and there were just some big ass rats in here that scared me so bad I almost dropped a load in my pants! No big deal though!" you shout.
"Oh…um okay." The voice says. "Um, hey you seen Dan?"
"Thought I saw him still over by the drug aisle." "Yeah he's not…" the voice starts to say before you interrupt.
"Goddamn it I'm trying to take a shit that feels like I need a goddamn midwife for this thing! I'm not Dan's personal fucking shadow, go look for him yourself!" you shout.
"Okay! Okay! Sheesh, you don't need to be a goddamn bitch about it." The voice says and then you hear some footsteps leaving.

Well that will have bought you a little time, but when you leave, you need to make a beeline for the truck and hope that nobody is lingering around it at the time. Since you get the impression you're going to be shooting it out with the rednecks anyway, you take Dan's rifle over your shoulder.

You exit the bathroom and look around to see a few of the rednecks still stocking up on some more food. You quicken your pace towards the entrance of the grocery store while attempting to keep your head down so nobody immediately sees you.

When you get to the entrance there's one of the rednecks loading up something in the back of the truck. You think its Wade from earlier.

"Everything come out all right?" he asks meaning he must've been the one talking to you from outside the door earlier.
"Yeah, yeah." you say looking around if there are any others you need to deal with.
"Y'know, maybe you wouldn't be so backed up if you tried anal." Wade says with a smirk.
"Excuse me?"
"Ass fuckin', sweetcheeks. It'll loosen you up back there. I'd be more than willin' to help you out in that department honey." Wade says with a grin.

And at that point, you're done with stealth.

"And here's a new hole to loosen up your useless brain matter shithead." You say pulling your pistol blasting Wade in the head. You don't wait for the body to fall, you run into the truck.

You get the truck started and you already hear the shouting and sounds of the rest from the grocery store. These sounds are soon followed by the sounds of bullets hitting your truck as you drive off. You keep your head down as much as possible as the back window is blown out and several sounds of bullets hitting the metal parts of the truck. While you're glad none of them had the forethought to aim for your back tires, you just hope nobody hit the gas tank.

Your drive through your war-torn town is pretty stressful. Between trying avoid large groups of freaks and abandoned military blockades you are also constantly looking in your rear mirror thinking that you're going to see Mel's truck and the rest in pursuit, but that doesn't happen. You don't really relax a bit until you manage to get out of town.

"Holy shit, I made it. Fuck yeah I made it!" you shout in triumph as you continue to drive eastward.

You continue to drive for quite sometime. Maybe its because you never really left your basement, but you never really realized what a rural area you lived in before, a lot of wilderness on either side of you. The roads are pretty clear of traffic; you don't see anyone else driving in the opposite direction or your direction for that matter. You do see a few abandoned vehicles, but nobody around them. You don't even see any of the cannibal freaks. Maybe that's a good sign.

You pass by a few gas stations, diners and the like and while you do think you notice evidence that there are probably folks at these locations, you're not exactly in a trusting mood right now and quite frankly you don't want to deal with anyone. If anything you're sort of enjoying the solitude that you haven't had for a few days.

Soon, the day starts to become night and you're getting pretty tired. You have had a long day of escaping cannibal freaks and rednecks after all. You pull off to the side of the road near the edge of a "wall of trees."

You clear off the broken glass from the seat of the truck and lay down to get some sleep, hoping that something doesn't try to attack you in the middle of the night.

[User] Next day...

[Assistant]
SATURDAY

You wake up to a noise in the distance. At first you think it's something trying to cause you harm and you sit up with pistol in hand, but then you realize there isn't anything near you.

However upon looking around you do notice something in the sky when even with your half sleepy eyes.

You step out of the truck and stare towards the westward sky in the distance and see the remnants of a mushroom cloud.

"They finally went and did it…" you say to yourself.

You guess that it might've hit Security City (Good thing you drove east). Who and why it was dropped is unimportant at this point, but you're not really surprised given how things seemed to be going to shit here and the world in general.

Probably was a small one, since you're not feeling any aftershocks or anything, but you are somewhat concerned if you're within a lethal radiation zone. You suppose you'll find out in the days to come, but that leads you to your more immediate concern of survival, namely you're hungry and thirsty.

You check what those rednecks managed to load up on the back of the truck and hope that not all of it needs a can opener.

You see that a lot of it is cans, but fortunately some of them already have ring pulls on them. Other cans have suffered damage from the bullets that went through them. You suppose if you got desperate you could always suck out the remaining soup through the bullet holes.

You do find a couple bags of beef jerky, which is as quick of a meal as anything. You look to see if they loaded up anything to drink, but all you're finding is cheap beer. You've actually never drank alcohol before, but beggars can't be choosers so you sit on the tailgate eating your jerky, drinking your beer and pondering your potentially grim future.

While it's good you have some sustenance, it's not going to last long. Your truck only has around a half a tank of gas and the ammo you've got is what's left in your respective weapons. Hell you don't even have an extra set of clothes anymore.

You have no idea where you're going to go. You suppose continuing east might be your best bet, but. this isn't even taking into consideration the sort of people you're possibly going to run into and if those infected freaks aren't running around elsewhere.

With all these variables weighing on your mind, things aren't looking so good right now…

"Hey! Hey miss! Did you hear a loud noise?" a voice shouts.

You spin your head to your left with your hand instinctively reaching behind you to pull your pistol, but you see a male and female couple probably a little younger than yourself wearing large backpacks. They've just come out of the "wall of trees" and they don't look threatening, but you never know. In any case they don't seem to realize you've got a pistol behind you, though the fact that you're partially covered by the pick up truck's walls along with some bags might help.

"Sure, it woke me up. Where are you coming from?" you ask.
"Oh, we got a campsite nearby. We've been sort of roughin' it for about a week. No technology like cellphones or laptops. It's been sort of liberating in a way."
"Hm, yeah you never know when you might need to know how to get along without the creature comforts. Where's you vehicle though, you couldn't have walked all this way and I don't see any roads leading off into the wilderness nearby."
"Sure there is, look in front of you a few feet away."

You look and sure enough the man is correct, there is a little dirt road that leads into the trees. You probably didn't notice it last night because you were tired and you didn't notice it this morning because you were more focused on the nuke that went off in the distance.

"Yeah, it doesn't go very far in, but it was a good place to pull into so as not having to park on the side of the road. Anyway we're going to be heading back to Security City soon, we both got classes starting on Monday." The guy says.

You take another bite of jerky and drink of beer before breaking the unfortunate news to them.

"Yeah well I don't think that's going to happen. That noise you heard? A nuke just got dumped on Security City." You say flatly.

At this point the couple look at each other in disbelief.

"Bullshit, that didn't happen." The guy says.
"Look, you don't need to believe me, but I've got no reason to lie about something like that to two complete strangers. You said you've been fairly isolated from the world for the past week, well there was some serious shit going down this week. I should know I had to deal with it. Trust me, if things had been different I wouldn't be stuck out here in the middle of nowhere eating jerky and drinking beer. I'd be in the comfort of my basement." You say.

At this point the guy still isn't sure whether you're telling the truth, but the girl starts to break down a bit.

"Oh god…every time we tried to listen the car radio, all we got was those fucking Ground Zero shelter ads! She's probably telling the truth! Oh shit! No!" she exclaims and begins hyperventilating.
"Honey, calm down we don't know…"

At this point the girl begins to cry about her friends and family while her boyfriend attempts to console her. It isn't working.

"Well look at it this way, you avoided getting nuked and you've probably got still got some supplies left over and you've got all that really useful wilderness gear right?" you say eating the last bit of jerky.
"Huh? Yeah, look just don't talk to us anymore." The guy says still trying to calm his crying girlfriend.

You throw away the bag and down the remaining beer from the can.

"How much gas does your vehicle have?" you ask.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?! This is a fucking nightmare!" the man says while his girlfriend continues to be weak.

You crush the can and toss it in the middle of the street. You briefly think about not doing it, but then you think this is survival.

"Yeah, well it's about to get a whole lot worse for the both of you." You say and pull your pistol and shoot the man in the chest.

He falls to the ground and the girl now goes from crying to screaming though she's so terrified she doesn't attempt to run.

"Bitch, stop your goddamn screaming RIGHT NOW before I shove this gun in your mouth and shoot a load so hot down your throat that it'll be the last time you ever give head again." You say walking towards the scared girl.

Your colorful threat works and the girl just stifles her screaming to annoying whimpers. You look down at her boyfriend who is most certainly dead. You don't feel anything about it either. You don't feel joy, but it's just nothing.

"Okay, you're going to take your backpack and throw it in the truck, then you're going to take his pack and toss it in the truck too. Then we're both heading to your campsite where I'm going to take whatever I think I'm going to need. And if you're lucky, you might come out of this alive. Now come on."

As you bully your new captive into doing your bidding, you think if this is how things are going to be from now on. In your mind you justify your actions as ones of survival, though you were still pretty quick to shoot her boyfriend.

Maybe you're just having a bad week and something had to give.

In any case things are starting to look up… or at least for you they are.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Wanted: Bandit Blondie

The future…

"Give it up Blondie, you got nowhere to go and you're surrounded! Come out peacefully." Justice shouts from outside.

"Justice" Why do these bounty hunters always have such silly names?

"Yeah I come out and then you lot take turns bending me over and horse fucking me before you just shoot me in the head anyway? Don't fucking think so." You shout back from the abandoned house you're taking cover in

"Don't nobody here wanna fuck your sandy STD ridden wasteland pussy bitch!" you hear someone shout.
"Holy shit is that Mary Liberty out there? How's your husband doing? Oh right, he's a charred corpse. Guess I saved you the trouble of a cremation…"

Your taunt is interrupted by machine gunfire causing you to take cover.

"Mary, stop it! You're just wastin' ammo!" you hear another voice shout.
"I hear Bounty Bill out there too. I gotta say I'm really touched that you came all the way out from the Iron Union just for me. Guess those teeth marks on your dick really left a lasting impression." You laugh remembering how you got away from him last time.
"Keep laughing Blondie. I'll soon have more fond memories of you when that pretty golden mane of yours is detached from your scalp and is hanging up on my wall." Bill replies.

"Alright enough! This isn't about personal vendettas! This is a Ground Zero job and we're going to act like fucking professionals. Now Blondie, I counted how many shots you fired and you got exactly ONE left. You can't win this and you're not getting away. If you come out peacefully however I can assure you that you will not be harmed and you will get a fair trial."
"Fair trial before a GZ Board? You must be huffing gasoline if you actually believe that. They're more likely going to throw me in a cell and perform whatever fucked up experiments they do on me like they do with anyone that pisses them off. You're working for the most amoral entity in the wasteland Mr. Justice. Your name has never been more hypocritical." You shout back
"Yeah, yeah, look this is your last chance Blondie. You coming out or not?"

You look at your pistol and stand up near the window yet still remaining in cover.

"One bullet is all I need. Come and get my body bitches." You yell, fire your pistol in the air and then fall backwards so they can see your body fall in the view of the window.

"Goddamn it, she offed herself." Someone shouts.
"Move it, but remain alert! It could be a trick!" Justice shouts.

Well at least Justice is still thinking a bit, but he's still severely underestimating you if he thinks he's got you trapped. You wouldn't have run in here had you not had a plan. This isn't just some random abandoned house, it's one of the many places you store supplies. Some of which are fully loaded weapons.

Several bounty hunters cautiously enter the front entrance of the house, but it doesn't do them any good when you cut down most of them with an assault rifle before they can take cover.

Hearing more pour in from the back, you throw a smoke grenade to cover yourself and retreat elsewhere into the house where you have a trapdoor that leads under the house.

"Goddamn fucking smoke. Can't see shit!" someone shouts.
"Fuck this, burn it all down." Another says and you hear footsteps starting to exit the house from above you.

Meanwhile you continue to crawl under the house, eventually making your way under the backsteps. There you see in the area is Bounty Bill and a few other hunters.

"Shit, she's right there!" Bounty Bill shouts before you riddle him and his buddies with bullets. Doesn't take long before more hunters run around from the front to the back to flank you.

You barely manage to escape unscathed, but fortunately luck is still with you this day. You notice the house is starting to emanate black smoke from the front and the distinct smell of fire is now in the air. You also hear a vehicle revving up.

You pick up a couple of the pistols off the dead and cautiously head around the front of the house. You get there just in time to see Justice driving away like a little bitch. However, revenge is still very much here and Mary Liberty opens fire. You feel a painful sensation of a bullet going into your left leg.

"Fuck!" you exclaim and dive for cover and crawl behind one of many now abandoned vehicles.

"You're a dead bitch Blondie! You hear me!?!" Mary shouts while spraying your cover with bullets.

You and Mary have an old fashioned run and duck shoot out for several minutes, however unlike what happens in old movies, it does not ultimately result in some physical catfight with lesbian undertones where upon you proceed to rip each other's clothes off.

You just manage to get lucky again and shoot Mary in her right tit causing her to go down with the utterance of swears coming from her mouth.

You limp over to where she fell and see she's still trying to grab her pistol that she dropped. You shoot her in the hand blowing off a few of her fingers and causing her hand to recoil and she screams in pain. You pick up the pistol and train your own weapon on her. Already having a hard time breathing from the hole in her chest, she clutches her bloody hand with the other. The look in her eyes display a hatred you've seen many times before.

"I…I …I'll see you in hell Blondie." She utters, spitting blood.
"Probably." You say and then end Mary's life with a shot to her dome.

With all your enemies dead you sit on the trunk of a nearby car and watch your stash house burn down while you ponder what to do next.

The bullet wound in your leg will have to be seen to, so you'll have to make a run to another location where you've stashed some medical supplies. The bullet went through so at least you don't need to worry about digging something out. You're just glad she wasn't using hollow points and tie off your leg with your over shirt.

In any case, you're sure Justice will be back to chasing you around when he manages to scrounge up some more mooks. Honestly you'd like to catch a break where you don't feel like you have to look over your shoulder every other day, but this is the path you chose and as they say there ain't no rest for the wicked.

Didn't start out that way though you think. You honestly were just trying to survive, just like you continue to do today…but you suppose you really did start having a bit too much fun in doing what you did and still do. You wonder if it's genetic. Your uncle was a serial killer after all.

In any case you're a far cry from being the "good girl" that once hid in the basement.

All this self-reflection does give you an idea for your next destination after you patch up your leg.

Home.

It's been years since you've been anywhere near there. You've deliberately avoided it for several reasons, but you figure since you seemingly have more and more places where you're wanted dead nowadays you figure hiding out back in the old hometown might be worthwhile or at least interesting.

You loot Mary's body for her vehicle's keys and leave the dead and burning behind you. As you drive you wonder who is in charge of the town, is it still in shambles infested with those freaks (Though you haven't seen any of those in years now), did someone actually rebuild it, and is that redneck community still around?

"Well doesn't matter who's there or in charge, but they all better hide in THEIR basements, because Suzy's coming back home." You say to yourself.


[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 refuse to help murder your fellow gang member

[Assistant] You return to the kitchen and join Ed sitting at the table. A moment later Jesse walks up behind Ed and without a word he draws his pistol and shoots him in the back of the head, killing him instantly. Wrapping the body in a blanket you dump it outside before saddling up and riding away, heading to the Hite Farm in Kentucky where Wood, Dick and Bill are staying. When you arrive you learn that Tucker Bassham has been arrested in Missouri and named all of you who took part in the Glendale robbery, worsening Jesse's already grim mood.


[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 try hitchhiking back at the main road.

[Assistant]
It doesn't take long before you to see headlights coming down the main road.

You never thought you would be doing this but you stick your thumb out and motion the car toward you.

Something magical happens...the car pulls over as it slowly passes and the passenger door flies open. Two quick honks of the horn for you to get in.

[User] You get in the car

[Assistant]
Closing the car door behind you, you get a big whiff of smoke. It's very dark inside the large car but you make out the silhouette of the driver smoking a cigarette or something.

"You shouldn't be out here." the driver states in a "matter of fact" tone.

"Goblin Valley is not safe at night." he says. "You know how it got it's name?"

You stop to ponder this man's motives. He hasn't even stopped to introduce himself or anything. I guess beggars can't be choosers.

You shake your head "NO."

"The legend of Goblin Valley dates back to the 50's where some archeologists found fossilized bones in some caves out here." " They were said to be those of gargoyles."

A laugh escapes your lips and you pucker up real quick to stop anymore from coming out.

"I'm not kidding." says the mysterious driver aounding a little angry at you.

" It was said that at night they would fly around trying to find human females to breed with and then ... keep them in the caves until giving birth. This process would usually kill the female humans.

"Is this guy crazy." you think. Maybe he just likes scaring hitchhikers he picks up out here.

[User] You try an change the conversation

[Assistant]
"Where are we headed?" you break into his conversation.

"Gold Flake" he responds after a short pause.

"I can't wait to get there....anything is better than listening to this guy go on about gargoyles. you think."

....think again.

[User] You to Gold Flake...this way...

[Assistant]
The sun starts to come up over the horizon as you enter the town of Gold Flake.

The driver, you now notice, is an old man chewing on a large cigar.

"This is it." he says with a growl. He stops the car in front of a old wooden sign marked "GOLD FLAKE."

You are glad to get out and smell fresh air for a change. As he drives off, he kicks up dust making it hard to see.

You wave to the old man with only your middle finger outstretched.

Turning toward town, you look for any signs of life. Maybe you can get somebody with a working phone to call your uncle.

You notice a saloon nearby and see if anyone is around.


[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] No

[Assistant]
"I thought not. You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes," you say, raising an eyebrow.

"Then I think you will fill a few bottles," Count Grey says.

Count Grey bursts forward, grabbing you by the neck and twisting it. His fangs fly forward, stabbing through your neck. You gasp as your blood fills his mouth. The last sensation you feel is your bleeding neck wound being pressed against the rim of an empty glass bottle.


[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 attack Flynn

[Assistant]
That door is solid metal and probably magically locked, you doubt if you could even punch through it in time even with your enhanced strength, but you're still much faster than you used to be and you're certain that you can reach him before you can cast whatever spell he's casting. You're still going to be out numbered, but you're just going to have to hope for the best because you don't have many options.

You run towards Flynn and lunge over the priests.

Or at least you would have if they weren't forming a magical barrier, which you hit full on and go sprawling to the floor backwards. As you're picking yourself up off the floor, Elder Flynn and his people are still chanting and it's getting louder.

You try to pull at one of the other priests, hoping that maybe that will break the barrier, but they're not only creating the barrier, they're within it as well. You futility punch at the barrier and even attempt to mind control one of the priests, but nothing works, they're too focused and protected.

Out of ideas, you run back to the door and begin punching at it in frustration. You eventually manage to put your fist through it, but it's a little too late.

The room is suddenly bathed in a bright light. Bright as the sun and it has the exact same effect it would have on a vampire such as you.

You flail around on fire and desperately try to find cover, but there is none. You scream, wail and eventually collapse to the floor until you're nothing but a pile of bones and ashes.

Afterwards, Elder Flynn tells his followers to gather up your ashes and grind up what remains of your bones for spell components, as they will be helpful in the current religious faction war going on.


[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 tackle her to the ground, trying to get the gun out of her hands!

[Assistant]
You dive at her back, and tackle her to the ground. She cries out in rage, as the two of you roll about, struggling for the gun. Suddenly, the gun goes off! It strikes her in the chest!

She goes limp, and you roll off of her, grabbing the gun. Suddenly, as she breathes her last, the gun fades out of existance! It just vanishes from your hands!

Then, before your confused eyes, she slowly fades until she doesn't exist either! What's happening, you wonder, then with horror, notice your own hands turning transparent. Moments before you also vanish from existance, you can't help but wish you at least knew what she had been doing on your ship.

Then you are gone.