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

[User] You wait one more day, it wont hurt to be cautious now

[Assistant]
With the guards at the gate still active it is too risky, they could raise the alarm and ruin everything before your plan every really gets underway.

You sleep for  a few hours and wake with the dawn, heading down to the kitchen you find a couple of the guards there. You are immediately on alert but one smiles at you and waves you to a seat "So we decided you'll be joining the guards!" seems best suited for you if you survived this long out there along you'll know something about killing infected right?"

You relax a little and nod your consent as he continues "We came to get you but then felt bad for waking you before dawn since you aren't a guard YET. so we let you sleep, but come on Boring has asked us to show you a few things." The guards all get up and head for the door and you follow, you notice they are all carrying their guns but think nothing of it, it is their job.

They take you right to the bunker and lead you inside "So this is the bunker, our last line of defense. Our main job is not so much to hold off the attackers at the walls, but to delay them until everyone gets in here safely then we can simply wait it out!" You smile back and pretend to look around interested as you walk inside.

"Yeh I met someone in here the other day and he told me about it..." you begin as you turn to see the guards backing out of the door and locking you in as he says "And we can also use it as a prison for those we suspect, since there is no way out without a key." You rush the door but it locks in place before you can do anything.

[User] You prisoner in the bunker

[Assistant]
Your hunger pushes you to rage against the door, and you are about to give in before you calm yourself and step back. You try to call to them to profess your innocence for whatever they suspect but it seems like the door blocks the noise out too so you wander over to a fold-out chair and take a seat. It is several hours before you hear the door moving again. You jump to your feet but as it opens you see at least 6 men with guns pointed at you on the other side, no way you could get out the door before they shot you.

You see Boring stepping out from where he was obviously opening the door and move up to the entryway but not inside. You note that he never blocks too many of the gunmen from your view though, probably to make sure you still feel intimidated when he speaks "That wont work on me though, I am better in every way then him, I could easily crush his skull with one hand. But I will play along for now, then enjoy slaughtering everyone he cares about the second I get free."

He finally begins talking to you as you sit down again on your little folding chair "Well I am sorry to have to do this since several of our little community seem taken with you but things are looking suspicious right now and you wouldn't be the first raider to try and get our guard down this way."

You think carefully before replying "Oh come on, I have behaved perfectly, I was even sent here by Cara and Chris!" You see the man smiling in response "Yes you joked around the fire about saving her life and spending time chatting with them, but now they are two days overdue on their return. I sent out a couple of our fastest men yesterday to find out what happened to them. It might be a freak accident or problem, or they might just turn up late but we must be careful and until we know the truth you will be living here."

You try and protest but he backs out and closes the door again.

[User] You judgement day

[Assistant]
You have two more nights in the Bunker and open a couple of cans of meat to eat while you are there "Can't blame me for eating if they were the ones to lock me in here" You think, but the canned food taste horrible to you and barely does anything for the hunger, if it wasn't slightly better than nothing you wouldn't even bother.

Finally the door opens again and once more you see boring and the men with guns outside. This time though there are a few more of them. "Come on out now, there are people wanting to chat with you to work out the truth." You are confused at first but this is better than expected, maybe they didn't find the remains or thought that infected got them, there were two mutant carcass near the silo after all.

They look nervous though so you will have to be careful "Of course" you reply "I can clear my name that way and get back to helping out here". Boring simply nods in response and starts walking away, several of the men follow him off to the side, leaving only a few near the entrance and they stop actively pointing guns at you.

You walk up happily "I can play on their doubts, play the sadness card, pretend I am broken up about my new friends deaths bla bla. They will trust me again in no time, then I can tear them apart and feast tonight!" You think as you reach the doorway and notice that boring and the other guards had simply looped around as soon as they were out of sight and were now just a few metres away with all their guns pointed right at you.

"Heralds must die, that is the first commandment for survivors!" Boring shouts as the others all open fire. You go down in the hail of bullets "Ah, they must have worked it out from the bodies then" you think


[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 leap forward and tackle the beast

[Assistant]
You leap forward with a howl, your full weight smashing into the Alpha as the two of you roll to the side and smack into the dirt. You grab the Alpha in an embrace, forcing the creature back as its claws and arms wrap around. The two of you force your strengths against each other, each trying to push other down to tear your foe apart, but its an equal battle. Even with your gifts from Fenrir, the Alpha is an old being with a fearsome strength, and far beyond what you've dealt with before.

The two of you fight, claw and tooth, howling and roaring in the mineshaft, as you try to find everything within you you can find to win this battle.


[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 tell him the truth

[Assistant]
Lying to the kid would probably fuck you over in some way later. It was best to be upfront with everything that was about to happen so he wouldn't be surprised.

"Look kid, the process that were going to through is going to be...different than you would probably except. So please don't get to freaked out with what's to happen."

"Well, what's the process?"He asks, with a bit of force in his voice.

"You're going to be....coming into my body."You say bluntly.

"What!?"He yells loudly, giving you a look of disbelief.

"Yeah, you'll share a body with me, and be able to see what I see and go where I go, think of it as keeping me company." You say trying to make situation sound tame.

"But I don't want to go with you, I want to get off this fucking planet!"He cries.

"Yes eventually you will, but you just have to stay with me for a period of time, and once that period of time is over, you can ascend."

"How long is the period of time...?"He mutters.

You give him a sideways glance. "I don't know, it depends on the spirit."

Silence clouds the two of you as he seems to think this over.

"Well...I guess it's better than staying here I guess, now that the fishermen are all gone."The boy says with a gloomy face.

Even if he was to agree with the terms of coming with you, you still had to bring some happiness into him somehow, otherwise, the process wouldn't work going off of what Ruby had said.

"Don't look so down about it kid. Hey, is there anywhere you ever wanted to go, anything you ever wanted to do?"

"I...I wanted to play a video game that was supposed to be coming out."

You bit your lip hard as you tried your best to stop the laugh that was wanting to come out, you give a deep nod to him in confirmation. "Alright, well then I'll get the game you wanted and we can play it together, and anything else you want to do we will do it, O.K?"

"You promise?"

"I promise."

The kid smiles a little, and you think its a genuine one considering that he lets out his hand.

"Let's do this then, also my name is Owen."

Grabbing the boy's hand, you feel your head start to buzz.


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

[User] You visit the Kabal of the Bleeding Thorn

[Assistant]
"Uh... Karth?" your pilot asks nervously through the speaker, as the shuttle docks into the ship. "Do... do I get one of your bodyguards? Best to keep an escape route open, right?"

"Yeah, I'll do that," you respond, nodding to the massive, gas-mask wearing Tribal Opie and a gladiator holding a pair of plasma pistols.

"Got it, boss," the gladiator says, as you look around at the rest of your group.

Seeing as the Dark Eldar are almost certainly the most likely group to betray you of any in the Galaxy, you've stocked up on guards. The best of your forces surround you, ready to die for you. You've left your lieutenants on the ship so if it does go to shit, you'll have the majority of your leaders intact to continue your work. Only Fay has come with you, as your attempts to get her to stay led to her threatening to

"Knock out your teeth without needing to put her hand in your mouth". You didn't ask whether she'd punch out the back of your head, or go a... darker route.

The shuttle doors open, as your group raises their weapons. Three Dark Eldar stand there, there outfits adorned with blades and spikes. They're tall, dark figures, with a sense of misery reeking off them.

"Good evening," the only unhelmeted one says, its lips twisting upwards in a sick mockery of a smile."

"You must be Archon Merideza"

"Absolutely. I assume it's a pleasure," the Archon grins.

"You were allies to my predecessor, yes? Kyros?" you ask.

"Ah, yes. Kyros. Such an unfortunate man. I remember when he first came to me having such delusions of grandeur. Ending slavery, crushing Terra, becoming Emperor of Man! What a dreaded fool!" the Archon says, her grin looking more and more predatory with every minute. "I'll assume you're not as idiotic, are you?"

"I'll be optimistic and assume I'm not. I'm here to negotiate a non-aggression pact and an allian..."

"Yes, yes, this was expected. Well, we'll be clear. I assume you know of us and our past. I won't try to deceive you with lies, seeing as it'll be obvious. We're raiders. We raid the weak. You, however, are not weak, and not worth raiding. Stay strong, and that'll act as a non-aggression pact. Now, in terms of an alliance... if you're asking us to come to your aid when you're in trouble, we won't. We don't expect that of you."

"So, is that it, then?" you ask.

"No. We'd like to extend the offer we had with Kyros. When we're raiding, you can join us for raids on more high value, heavily defended targets, and we split the reward."

"We'll keep it in mind," you say guardedly.

"Terrific!" Merideza smiles.

"So... we need to talk specifics. What forces do you control, and what raider groups have pledged themselves to you?"

The Archon's "smile" droops, revealing a sneer that looks to be her face's natural position.

"We'll tell you about a job that needs assistance with, you'll tell us if you're willing and able to help us on it. That's it. Understood?"

You glare at the Archon, before nodding slowly.

"Surely if this was all you were willing to say, we could've done this through comms without me needing to come all the way out here."

Merideza smiles once more.

"I wanted to look you in the eyes," she says.

You stare at Merideza, before getting back into the shuttle.


[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 seek out Decena

[Assistant]
You're not leaving Decena behind. In fact with the way things are looking, you're not even sure you're going to be able to escape anyway. The demons have already started cutting off your escape paths and getting stuck in a cramped tunnel is going to make you a perfect target if they wander down there. Hell they might just try to collapse the tunnel on you from above.

If this is going to be the day you die, better that it be in battle than buried alive.

You tell the kobolds to escape on their own if they wish, but you need to stay and at least see if Decena's still alive. The kobold tries to convince you to leave again, but sees that you are unconvinced, so he wishes you luck and runs off.

"Pfft. Scaly little bastard could've at least offered to stay." You mumble, and start your search for Decena admist all this chaos.

While you're starting to search several explosions from above catch your attention. It's your airships. They've finally been overrun and destroyed to the point where flaming wreckage will be hitting the ground at any moment. You hastily move to a point where you'll at least be far enough away from the next explosion when they land.

You cut and zap your way through more demons and then you hear the voice you were hoping for.

"EMPEROR! Over here!" Decena shouts and you see her with several eternals and Flevas trying to hold their ground surrounded by a growing pile of demon bodies. You run over to help with a cone of cold freezing several demons in place. Decena and the rest follow up by smashing their frozen bodies and giving all of you a temporary breather in the middle of the battle.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Decena exclaims. "But why haven't you escaped?! These portals are just continually spitting out more demons! You were right, we have to fall back!"
"Because I was thinking about it and I was wrong. What we need to do is go chop off that demon lord's head Zelvix, or whatever the hell Semra called him. Because the sooner we end him, the sooner this invasion ends." You say.
"Demon lord? Wait? Is that what caused this? I didn't know anything about a demon lord." Flevas says.
"Well you do now and if you're lucky enough you'll get to be involved in killing him as well." You say.
"I don't think I have much of a choice at this point given that the demons have surrounded us from escape. So where is he?" Flevas asks.
"My guess is somewhere within the ruins of the city, let's get going now!"

You, Decena, Flevas and only four of the new Eternals make your way towards the ruins of Dequilet. Surprisingly the demon count is a lot lower the closer you, but then that's probably because most of them are focused on slaughtering your retreating army and rampaging across the countryside. Not much fun to be had in a city where everyone is already dead.

The flames, rubble and wandering demons all make your search more lively, but eventually you find what you believe to be Zelvix. He looks like the typical demon from all the stories you've ever heard and indeed probably most have heard. Great big wings, cloven hooves, furry lower half, muscular upper body, redish skin tone and two large horns on his head. He's the biggest thing in the city and he's certainly bigger than any of those minotaurs or chimeras you fought during the Tor War.

When you make your noisy arrival by killing his immediate underlings, he still doesn't move from his position, which seems to be one of concentration. Only when you cast several ice bolts at him does he move. He raises his hand and absorbs the bolts and turns his attention to you.

"And now you've gone and broke my concentration. Do you realize that keeping these portals open to my home isn't as easy as I make it look? (Sigh) No matter, so I imagine you must be the Eternal that Semra has mentioned in the past…hrm I thought you'd be taller. I hardly see how she expected you to defeat me."
"I'm not here because of Semra and honestly I don't give a shit what sort of dispute you and her had. I'm here on my own to kill you, because NOBODY threatens my Empire!" you say and advance upon Zelvix who doesn't move from his spot, he doesn't even react.

"Ah how I love mortal arrogance. Really I could use someone like you on my side, why not join me? Why not all of you join me?" Zelvix's deep voice exclaims which seems to penetrate your mind. The presence is strong. Stronger than you were expecting really. It's even worse than the time you had to listen to hundreds of gnome souls all at once.

And you aren't the only one, a quick glance to your left and right shows that your companions have stopped in their tracks as well and are holding on to their heads trying to fight Zelvix's mental attack.

The deep voice of "Join me." continues to echo throughout your own mind and despite your best efforts you can't block it out.

And that when you feel an arrow go into your side. You barely manage to block the second one with a force shield. Flevas is gone, he's given in completely and he's not the only one. Two of the Eternals have turned and already killed one of their siblings. The last one is one the ground screaming for Zelvix's voice to get out of his head.

Flevas attacks you again with his bow, but you manage to keep up your protection. You return fire with a blast of magical energy. Flevas stands no chance against it and falls dead. It's enough to make you collapse though. The combination of your expended energy, your wounds and Zelvix's mental assault is becoming overwhelming.

"Why are you fighting me Eternal? If you just join me, you can expand your Empire to the entire world! All I require is a tribute. Why, we could even track down Semra together and have our way with her. Doesn't that sound fun Eternal? Wouldn't you like that? Just JOIN ME…"

The tone, the voice is so convincing…part of you just wants to give in…

You feel a blade go into the upper left side of your back. One of the Eternals has attacked you while you're struggling to retain your mind. The second one would probably land the killing blow, but you're saved by someone who loves you so much that turning against you is completely unthinkable to her.

"NO!" Decena yells and cuts down both of the Eternals attacking you. The third Eternal who had finally succumbed to the mind control makes a half hearted attack, but Decena takes care of him as well.

"Now this one shows promise!" Zelvix says and suddenly more demon reinforcements arrive to defend their master.

Decena holds her own against the demons that attack her, though some of them attack you instead, believing that you're an easier target. While it's true you're in a more weakened state, you're far from being an easy target.

"Tch. Tch. Can't having you help her, wouldn't be fair now would it?" you hear Zelvix say and see the big demon lord standing over you. You feel a smashing blow to your face by his fist, which sends you falling back to the ground. The inside of your face feels like every bone in it has been broken and the exterior feels like its on fire.

Spitting out a few bloody teeth, you cast an enchantment on your weapon and try to strike at Zelvix's leg, but he dodges and manages to step on your sword breaking it with his cloven hoof.

"That was pathetic, did you really think…"

Zelvix's taunt is interrupted by the fact that he wasn't paying attention to the attack that you were really planning. A stream of lightning hits Zelvix in the chest and you don't let up even though you're feeling the effects of such a strong spell at this close range.

Zelvix roars in pain and the spell has definitely had an effect, but Zelvix is made of stronger stuff and bulls his way through and kicks you in the body breaking several ribs and causing you to fly into a nearby pile of rubble. You smack your head against several jagged rocks adding an open head wound to your list of injuries.

Zelvix attempts to finish you off by breathing fire at you, but you still have enough energy to block it with a force shield. You don't think you can keep it up, but fortunately you don't have to when Decena steps in and runs one sword into Zelvix's back and cuts through one of his wings with another one. Zelvix feels the damage but it still isn't enough to stop this monster. He swings around and backhands Decena to the ground. He then picks her up and smashes her entire body several times to the ground again. Her body battered, she hangs limply as he picks her up by one arm.

"Bitch! You think your pathetic love for this fool will save either one of you?! I've destroyed greater beings with less effort! You both should've joined me when you had the chance, but that time has passed. Time to die! Who wants to watch first?"

Zelvix is definitely more powerful than either one of you, but his weakness is he talks way too much. While he's pontificating on who to kill first, you summon all the energy you have and cast a concentrated frost ray at Zelvix's feet. It's enough to startle the demon and drop Decena.

"Still wanting to play eh? Fine, you're first then!" Zelvix says and throws a fireball at you. You're hit full force and the flames engulf you, but you refuse to die. You flesh burns, but you're expending so much energy into your frost beam, that your body is actually growing colder and forms frost, which is enough to keep you from burning to death.

Meanwhile Zelvix realizes his own body isn't just being encased in ice, its actually starting to become ice.

"DECENA ATTACK HIS LEGS! NOW!"

You didn't even need to give the word though, Decena was already on it. Seizing the biggest rock she could grab and wield effectively. She smashes it into one of Zelvix's legs causing it to shatter. An unearthly wail eminates from the demon lord as he falls to the ground, which in turn snaps off his other leg.

With Zelvix on the ground, you continue your freezing assault on him, only this time his position allows you to aim straight for his face. You see your hands going blue and starting to age. You're not going to survive this, but someone else needs to because someone else has to lead the Empire…

Zelvix desperately tries to crawl in an attempt to reach you, but eventually he's frozen to a point where he's barely moving at all.

"Decena…finish…it…" you say and you at last run out of energy of any and all kind. You collapse backwards and begin to drift in and out of consciousness.

You don't see it, but Decena does indeed manage to take advantage of the situation and smashes Zelvix's frozen head into several pieces. The demon lord's body convulses and tries to move (and even attack) but death is certain.

With Zelvix dead, it seems like the portals have closed as well as there haven't been anymore demons attacking you or Decena, though it can safely be guessed that the ones that are already scattered and causing havok will still need to be dealt with.

Decena comes over to your dying body and holds you in her arms. You can imagine how cold you must feel to her, but it's not going to deter Decena.

"Did…did we win?" you ask.
"Yes…we won my Emperor." Decena says.
"Good…good…(wheeze) but you're the Emperor now…"
"Emperor don't…"
"It's done. I'm not making this one…(wheeze) just be a strong ruler. The ruler…I always knew you could be. I'm so proud…of you…"

Decena at this point doesn't answer. She's desperately trying not to cry. Maybe it's a little late, but in these final moments you realize that you could've probably had a real relationship with Decena. She proved that she was more than a worthy mate for you. She had long since grown from being just your student with a crush. She is a true warrior and will be a worthy successor.

"Decena…I…love you..." you whisper to her as your final words.

As your vision goes dark you sense a brief kiss on your lips, which is the last bit of warmth you ever feel.

And then you feel nothing at all.


[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 go for a drive

[Assistant]
You calmly go to your van and start it up. You drive towards the city like you would if you were going to work. You see large black smoke clouds over it in the distance, out of control fires do doubt. You guess the exodus from the city is over, because the roads are pretty empty, except for the various car wrecks you pass by, this would almost be a peaceful "Sunday drive" if there wasn't hints of carnage on the road and the fact that it was Monday.

As you get closer to the city, your van stalls and then stops completely. You don't bother to turn it back on instead you get out of your car and look up in the sky shielding your eyes from the sun shining down.

You see a bright light and then nothing at all.


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

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Better to stay put and surprise attack him that way. Quite frankly if you don't get the drop on him, you're probably not going to get the chance to run anyway.

You get the closet and hide in the extra niche space within it. Hugo comes kicking in the door, he wanders in and probably looks around the room first, and then you attack hoping you kill him before he shoots you.

You took out one of those rabid things by yourself and that was pretty dangerous right? You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

You convince yourself as you wait in a closet to ambush a large and heavily armed retarded redneck rapist…

You wait, still hearing Hugo clomping around and probably knocking shit over if the sounds are any indication. You also start hearing some shouting outside. You can't tell what's going on, but you're more focused what's going on inside.

At any time, you expect to hear the sound of boots loudly stomping up the stairs, but you don't, in fact the sounds of Hugo's stomping get faint and soon you're not hearing it at all.

At first you think maybe he went back outside, but then it occurs to you that Jed told Hugo to look for Leslie. And if Leslie were here, he'd probably be in the basement so that might be where Hugo went.

You cautiously come out of the closet and try to listen for Hugo, but the only thing you're hearing now is Jed making "whooping" noises as well as shrieking. You peek out the window again just to see what the hell is going on.

You see the girl that was in the bed of the truck now bent over the tailgate and Jed raping her. Her arms are still tied behind her back, but she's not unconscious anymore. She's obviously squirming and making the shrieking sounds you heard before. Something isn't right though, and it's not just the whole rape thing. The noise that this woman is making doesn't entirely sound…well "natural."

You think she might be one of those crazies. That doesn't seem to bother Jed however, he just keeps laughing and punches her in the back of the head every once in a while to "calm" her. His shotgun is leaning up against the side of the truck. You guess he got over the idea of "catching" something.

You shake your head at this fucked up situation and then suddenly you hear a shotgun blast from within the house.

You then remember there are still four of those things locked up in those rooms in the basement. You have no idea if Hugo's just opened up one of the doors and killed one, or they've gotten out on their own though. You don't hear another gunshot, so you also don't know if he successfully killed it or it (or they) possibly got him.

Meanwhile the shot briefly get Jed's attention and he actually stops raping for one minute, but then he quickly goes back to it and starts shouting at the crazed woman.

"Hah! Sounds like my brother just put another one of you crazy bitches down!" he exclaims and then slams her face into the bed of the truck.

Well it seems like both brothers are suitably distracted and divided which is the best situation you're going to get.

Ideally, you'd take out Jed first and grab his shotgun. The only problem is there is no way you can really sneak up on him since his line of sight is directly in front of the house. Walking out the front door even quietly as possible and even with him in the middle of his rape of one of the rabid, if he sees you, it won't take him long to grab his shotgun and open fire.

Hugo on the other hand might very well already be dead for all you know. If he is, that doesn't necessarily mean things are going to be any easier with one of those insane people or possibly more than one lurking around free in the basement. Even if he isn't dead, the same problem arises that you're going to have when you thought he might come up the stairs. Might even be harder given the corridors don't allow for many places to hide and he's going to be more alert now.

Whether Hugo is alive or there are a group of cannibals eating him right now, you still feel like Jed would be easier for you to deal with armed only with a machete.

You move the dresser and cautiously leave the bedroom. You continually keep looking around as you head towards the stairs.

You make your way down the stairs and try to keep your head low so you don't possibly get seen through one of the broken windows.

The front door is wide open and you can see Jed with the girl. Right now he's got his head down and isn't paying attention to what could be in front of him, he's too busy slamming his dick into crazy woman and keeping her from getting away from him.

As quickly and as quietly as you can, you slip out the front door and hide behind one of the front porch pillars. You think if you're quick enough you could make it to hide behind the front Lilith's vehicle and then from there just crawl alongside that vehicle to Jed's vehicle, grab the shotgun and you're home free.

You peek around the pillar and see Jed's still engrossed in his activity. You immediately make the attempt…

Then another shotgun blast emanates from the house just as you're a the bottom of the front stairs causing you to stumble a bit and Jed to look up.

Your eyes meet.

"SHIT!" pair of you shout and Jed starts fumbling with his dick and pants.

You MIGHT make it if you make a sprint to grab the shotgun, but then again you might not and not getting it, means game over.

You've probably got a better chance if you run back into the house, but in that case you're going to be playing a game of cat and mouse with him and considering you just heard a second gunshot, it would seem Hugo is probably alive too.

[User] You run for the shotgun

[Assistant]
You're going to be at a severe disadvantage if you run away, better to just get this over with and if you die today, then you die.

Ignoring any pain you might still have with your ankle, you sprint for the shotgun. Jed at this point doesn't bother pants anymore and goes to grab the shotgun. Seeing that he'll easily beat you to it, you throw the machete at him.

It's enough to cause him to jump and stumble when he thinks it's going to hit him, which is enough time to grab the shotgun, unfortunately just not enough time to shoot Jed with it.

"Fuckin' bitch!" Jed says and elbows you in the side of the head. You try to hang on to the shotgun, but he manages to pull it away from you and then kicks you to the ground.

You hear a racking sound of the shotgun and you don't look up. While you're certainly scared, you're angrier that you failed more than anything else.

"I remember you…you were Miss sick weren't you? You don't seem so sick now. In fact you don't even seem like the crazies in town. Guess you had a big laugh about pullin' one over on me huh? LOOK AT ME!"

You look up, but maintain a defiant look in your eye as Jed continues to point his shotgun at you.

"Oh. Still the tough bitch huh? Well it don't mean shit and it ain't gonna change shit. Tell ya what though, I didn't get to finish up with my current girlfriend over there and as you can see my dick's still hard. Suck me off like the whore you are and MAYBE you might get a quick death." Jed says.

You take a brief look at Jed's filthy dick and look back up and smile.

"Jed, you better just shove that shotgun barrel in my face and pull the trigger because that's the only thing you're getting in my mouth and blowing a load in. It would at least be a lot more spectacular than what's actually between your legs."

Jed's face nearly becomes red with rage.

"Yer gonna WISH I blew your head off, you cunt!" Jed says and he pulls the shotgun up and then flips it around to use the butt of it smash you in the head. He's not quite quick enough though since you manage to shield your face with your hands. Still it's enough to knock you back to the ground in pain.

"Where the fuck is that machete." Jed says and grabs it from the ground before approaching you with it one hand and still holding the shotgun in the other.

"Been awhile since I fucked an amputee, guess we'll see if I can cum before you bleed out…"

Jed in his haste to "teach you a lesson" has completely ignored the fact that he is no longer restraining the crazy woman he was violating. You see the thing recover and get up from it's previous vulnerable position.

"You sure you want to do this Jed? Think your girlfriend is jealous." You say.
"Wha…AGH!" Jed says and turns just in time for the crazed townie to bite Jed between the neck and shoulder.

He drops the shotgun and swings the machete in an attempt to kill the rabid woman. While they struggle you scramble and grab the shotgun.

Jed manages to fight off the rabid woman and finishes her off with a chop to her neck.

"Aww, I was rooting for her." You say.

Jed turns around and sees you pointing the shotgun at him. He doesn't look scared.

"What, you think I'm scared because you're pointing a gun at me? Ain't the first time I've had one pointed at me blondie." He says.
"Heh, blondie now is it? Not whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever other unimaginative name you've called me before? I may not have been doing this as long as you have, but it seems like someone is scared."
"Pfft, you don't even know how to use that thing, the fucking safety is on you dumb bitch."

You pull the trigger and literally blow his balls off. The kickback hurts your arm, but it's a lot less pain than what you imagine Jed is feeling right now.

Jed howls on the ground in agony and you walk over near him.

"Did you actually expect I was going to fall for that like in a movie? Get me to check like an idiot and give you just enough time to possibly rush me? I just heard you rack this fucking shotgun not a few seconds ago. Not to mention with the time you spent playing with rabid girl over there, I would have had more than enough time to take the safety off and that's even if this particular shotgun HAD a safety feature on it to begin with which it doesn't!" You say.

Jed just looks at you with a mixture of pain and disbelief that you would even know that much about a gun.

"I know, brains and beauty. It's a curse sometimes, but after this week I'm starting to get the hang of it." You say and blast Jed into oblivion.

The first thing you do is keep an eye on your immediate surroundings. You, Jed and crazy woman made a hell of a lot of noise. Who knows what the hell might have been attracted. Not to mention the last thing you need is Hugo to have heard all of this and come running out. You seem to be okay for now though.

The second thing you do is search Jed's body or what's left of it for keys to the truck. It's a gory mess and the only thing you succeed in doing is getting your hands bloody. You do remember seeing Hugo getting out of the driver's side, so you imagine he's probably the one that has them.

"Well, he was going to be next anyway." you say and head back towards the house.

Once again you enter the house with caution. You get the feeling Hugo didn't hear anything outside or if he did, he's too pre-occupied with shit in the basement. Come to think of it, you haven't heard another blast and you know there are at least two more of those things down there, then again you've been a little pre-occupied as well.

You make your way to the stairs leading to the basement. You aren't hearing anything at all, which makes all the more scary.

"Made it this far by yourself Suzy, you can finish this…" you say and descend.

You get to the bottom floor of the basement and just looking down the corridor, you see several of the doors are open. No sign of Hugo or the "patients" though.

You head down the corridor fully ready for anything about to leap out at you. You look into the first room with the door open and see nothing. In fact, this is your old room.

The next two rooms obviously housed "patients." One of those patients is laying dead face down half in the doorway. The other is still in his room and hadn't even broken his restraints.

You notice the next room is empty, but the door looks like it was broken open from the inside. It would seem these rooms weren't as secure as Lilith thought. It is at this point you notice splatters of blood all over the floor and a trail of it leading to the last open door which again looks broken from the outside.

You slowly peek around the corner.

There you see one of the patients lying near the entryway with his head twisted all the way around and blood around his mouth. His teeth are clenched in a creepy death grin and you also notice the remnants of a couple fingers still gripped in it.

It would appear Hugo didn't get a chance to shoot this one.

Another patient lies further in the room with its brains bashed into the floor. It also has blood around it's mouth and in this case nails too.

Finally you see Hugo sitting up against a wall with his shotgun nearby on the floor. He doesn't look so great though. He's clearly wounded very badly. It looks like he's holding his stomach, which he is bleeding out of and you already know he's lost some fingers.

When he looks up at you. He doesn't even go for his gun, he just stares…with one eye. He apparently lost one of those too.

"HUGO HURT BAD." He says.

Either he doesn't recognize you, he doesn't think you're a threat, or is too concerned about his injuries.

"Yeah, doesn't look too good." You answer, Hugo still makes no move to the shotgun despite you walking in.
"YOU THE SICK PRETTY LADY." Hugo says finally recognizing you.
"Yeah, well I got better."
"DOC CAN MAKE HUGO BETTER."
"Doc's not here."

Hugo at this point winces in pain and coughs up some blood.

Hugo is just a retard; he probably doesn't even know he does bad things. You imagine his brother Jed has been manipulating him all his life.

It might even be tragic under normal circumstances.

"YOU SEE JED? JED MAKE HUGO BETTER."
"Sure I've seen him, I'll take you to him."

You point the shotgun at Hugo who doesn't even really realize the gravity of the situation and with a mixture of avenging angel and angel of mercy you pull the trigger and put Hugo out of his misery.

Probably quicker than he deserved, but it got the job done.

You exit the room feeling a bit drained. You weren't really expecting to do all this the first thing you got up this morning, but you handled it about as well as you could have.

It's amazing how much someone can change and what they're capable of within just a few days. You just killed two people this time and granted they deserved it, you still feel a little weird that you aren't sick about it or something. Maybe Lilith was right. Maybe you are capable of great violence without a second thought.

The jury is still out on that since as far you're concerned you haven't killed any innocent people, just two people who fucked with you. In any case you're a far cry from that "good girl" who hid in the basement.

Speaking of basements, you decide to check out the rest of this one since you're down here. You don't find much though except one large room that is obviously where Leslie did all his "experiments." Looks like he took most of his stuff and left a couple of dead bodies on his table behind. You don't really stay long due to the smell, which is pretty awful.

You leave the basement with a second shotgun and Hugo's truck keys.

You spend the rest of the day looting the house for any potential worthwhile items. The Morningstars left surprisingly a lot of every useful items behind, but then again they're going to be in a nice safe shelter so there really wasn't any need you suppose.

You pack what bags you can find full of stuff until you feel you have enough. After doing that you take a break to wash up again and eat. You grab something out of the fridge that looks like lasagna.

It doesn't taste like any lasagna you've ever had, but then again you've only ever eaten the microwavable kind, so that might be why it tastes a hell of a lot better. Leslie might've been a horrible human being, but damn if he wasn't a good cook.

As the sun starts to go down, you wonder if you should leave or stay one more night and leave in the morning. You ultimately decide now that you're a lot better armed, you can probably afford to stay one more night. You don't know if you'll get to sleep on a proper bed again.

Once again you take all the proper precautions of securing the house as much as you can and once again end with pushing the dresser to block the door of the bedroom before turning in to sleep.

A little less reluctantly this time given that you have two shotguns and as well as a machete for protection now.

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
SATURDAY

You wake up to the sound of a noisy vehicle outside. You waste no time in springing to your feet.

You cautiously peek out the window and see a military truck pulling up behind Jed's vehicle.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Is fate just determined to make my life more hell than it needs to be?" you say to yourself.

You then see a familiar figure getting out of the truck and carrying a rifle. He looks around and then wastes no time in running to the house.

"Bobby?" you say and then go move the dresser. By the time you've gotten out the door, you hear him downstairs kicking over the sofa in the front door entryway and calling out your name.

"SUZY! SUZY!" he shouts in a panic as you hear him knocking over shit in an effort to look for you.
"I'm right here and you're lucky it's just me, because anyone else would've long since blown your head off with the way you're announcing yourself by now." You say coming down the stairs.

When you see Bobby, he definitely looks like he's seen better days, but when Bobby sees you he drops his weapon and his face is one of extreme elation. Like a great weight has been lifted off of him by seeing you. He rushes forward to presumably hug you and you immediately pull your own shotgun up.

"Alright, stop." You say.
"Wha…it's me! Bobby!" he exclaims.
"Yeah, I know who you are silly, I'm just wondering WHY you're here. Who else is with you?" you ask.
"Nobody! It's just me! Suzy, just put the gun down, I'm…"
"I don't think so, after the week I've had I'm not too fucking keen on just putting my weapon down. Besides we didn't part exactly on the best of terms or have you forgotten?"
"I know! I know! I was an asshole about that! I didn't mean any of that shit I said! I was a big fucking asshole and you were right the whole time! I should've realized sooner that you were always the one for me and that I should've made the sacrifice for you because you're completely worth it and I still love you"
"And…what? You just realized this today?"
"No! I realized it soon after my aunt called telling me she had you over here."
"Wait, didn't she call you on Tuesday? I was drugged and held against my will by your psycho aunt and uncle and you didn't think to come here sooner?"
"I…it took me awhile to sort out my feelings…I was still confused…"

You can't believe this!

"Took you awhile to sort out your feelings?! Confused? Are you fucking kidding me?! That's your excuse?"
"It's no excuse! That's how it was! I thought there was no chance again with you given how bad we broke up! And besides, I'm sure my aunt told you how I pleaded for your life. It's probably why you're still alive."
"Yeah, okay fine I'll give you that. Your groveling probably kept me alive initially, but if you REALLY wanted to come here and play white knight and save the damsel, you REALLY should've got here fucking sooner! Do you even know what the fuck I've had to deal with here for past three days?"
"No, but I really did try to get here sooner! Seriously I did!"
"Oh yes, sorting out your feelings and probably getting one last fuck from Diana…"
"Hey! For your information I killed Diana."

Well Bobby's peaked your interest enough that you lower your shotgun.

"Wait, you killed that bitch?" you ask.
"Well it wasn't on purpose, but yeah I accidently killed her when I was trying to leave the compound. I told her to either the hell out of the way or I was going through that gate anyway. Never believed she wouldn't move and the crunch under the tires was pretty much an indication that I killed her." Bobby replies.
"That's not exactly an accident Bobby, but that's okay. That's another point in your favor."
"Anyway, I ended up getting held up in town by the fucking National Guard, when both of my cousins decided it would be a good idea to antagonize them even more by firing upon them. That went about as well as you'd expect…"
"Your cousins? You brought family with you?"
"Wasn't exactly my idea. Two of my cousins, William and Aaron wanted to leave the compound as well, so they followed me for a while in William's vehicle. Then before I knew it, Aaron was firing at shit, which called more attention than it needed to. I parted company with them as soon as I could, but by that time I had the National Guard all over me. Crashed the vehicle and nearly got shot. In fact I probably would've gotten shot had it not been for this tight ass government official insisting I be held for questioning. Thought I was a terrorist or something."
"So you were held captive by the National Guard?"
"Well I was on Wednesday and for part of Thursday until the camp got overrun by fucking crazy cannibals. Nearly getting eaten was a nice change of pace of getting punched in the face and beaten."

Well that explains the bruises and scratches on Bobby's face and arms as well as the condition of his clothing, which is torn in several places.

"Spent the rest of Thursday just trying to get away from those fuckers and trying to make it through the town which was a warzone at this point. Wasn't until Friday night I managed to get a hold of a Guardsman's truck and drive out of there."

You remain silent as Bobby at this point walks over to you. He takes your hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner Suzy, I really wanted to and I really tried. My mind was always pre-occupied with concern of if you were even still alive or not. I can only imagine what horrors you had to face here. I don't know exactly what happened here, but I saw all the bodies outside and the state of the house…and well I can guess you didn't have an easy time of it. I'm here now though and you don't need to worry anymore. We can go anywhere you want. We can run away to anywhere just like you wanted. I'm done with my family; I'm done with my religion. From the moment I knew you were being held here, I knew YOU were my family. YOU were my religion and I love you so much. You have to believe me."

You look at Bobby and see in his eyes he really means all this. You stroke his face lovingly.

"Oh Bobby…"

And then promptly slap him. He gives a surprised look.

"…you're goddamn right you don't know what horrors I fucking faced! I was scared the entire time!"

You go into an exaggerated tirade about what you experienced while you were here. Not that what you really went through wasn't bad, but to be honest it sounds like what Bobby went through was probably worse in his attempt to get here and you're not going to let Bobby just think he can waltz back into your life and get you back with ease with his "hero" attempt.

"…and did I mention I was nearly RAPED by rednecks several times?"
"They didn't…"
"No they didn't, but I had to fend for myself and I did a pretty damn good job at it. Proved to me that I have an inner strength that I never took advantage of before and when the chips are down, I don't really need anyone."

Bobby's face starts to show one of distress and just before he goes into his routine of telling you more honeyed words of his love for you and begs you to take him back, you stop him by continuing to speak.

"…but there also were times where things would have been a lot easier had someone had been around to help me."

Now you take Bobby's hand.

"(Sigh) Look Bobby, maybe all this crazy shit that's happened between us and to us is like wiping the slate clean or something. Maybe we do have a future. I believe you when you say you love me and obviously you went through a lot to try to get here to save me. But we can't just jump back into this like we were before. You're going to have to give me some time."

Bobby nods.

"Okay. I understand Suzy. I do."

You and Bobby just stare at each other for a while. It's funny how you never thought you'd even see Bobby again, let alone reunite with him. Somehow the argument you had earlier in the week just doesn't matter anymore.

"Okay, let's head upstairs to the bedroom." You say and pat his hand.
"What for?" Bobby asks.
"For sex duh." You say.
"Sex? I thought you said you needed some time."
"Yeah well I decided that some of that time involves pleasuring me. Besides, this isn't YOUR reward, it's MY fucking reward for surviving this shitty week. So I hope you're prepared to do a lot of licking."
"Hey whatever you need." Bobby says following up the stairs.

Doesn't take long for the pair of you to be totally into your reunification. In fact you're enjoying yourself so much you nearly don't notice the bright flash coming from the window and loud noise in the distance.

"Shit that was bright, glad I wasn't looking directly at whatever that was." You say.
"I wouldn't know about the light since my face was buried in your pussy at the time, I did hear the noise though." Bobby says.

The pair of you wander over to the window and in the far distance you see the remnants of a mushroom cloud. Probably landed on Security City or near it. You can only guess it probably wasn't a big one.

"So…they finally went and did it." You say.
"Looks like." Bobby says.
"Oh well, we'll be okay."
"You seem very sure of that, I remember a time you would've been worrying about radiation and everything else."
"Well you've been through this hellish week the same way I have and we both survived. Together I think our chances are even greater. Besides, your aunt told me GZ put drugs in the water that are supposed make people more resistant to radiation and disease and such."
"What seriously?"
"Seriously. That drug is what also made most people go batshit crazy. Doesn't affect everyone though and I never did get a solid answer on why I wasn't affected. Guess you aren't either."
"Maybe we're already crazy?"
"Probably." You chuckle.

You and Bobby go back to doing what you were doing and why the hell not? It isn't like the apocalypse isn't going to still be there.

Later you Bobby load up his army truck with all the stuff you think you'll need. You aren't sure where you'll go yet, but you maintain a positive attitude that you'll ultimately be fine.

As he begins driving away from the house, you open up one of the Tupperware containers of food that you took with you when you left and start eating.

"What is that you're eating? It looks awful." Bobby remarks.
"I dunno. I think it's some sort of beef. I know it's not much for looks, but it tastes delicious though. Your uncle Leslie was a really good cook. I've never been a big food person, but I'm seriously going to miss eating from that house. I took this as a last hoorah as it were. You want some?"

Bobby's face begins to look a little concerned.

"Suzy, you've been eating out of my aunt and uncle's fridge? How much have you eaten?"
"I dunno. I've had at least one meal a day there. What the hell else was I going to eat? I'm telling you though I'd like to know how to make this stuff, but I imagine just picking up meat from the super market isn't going to be an option anymore."
"Oh you can make that stuff without needing a super market. Suzy, my aunt and uncle were fucking CANNIBALS! You've probably been eating human meat for the past three days!" Bobby exclaims.

You stop eating and start looking at the meal you're eating. You poke at it a few times wondering if you're going to come across a finger or something, but after doing this for a few seconds you don't find anything out of the ordinary, and you scoop out another piece and eat it.

Bobby looks shocked.

"What? Still tastes good. Think of it this way, at least we know I'm willing to eat human flesh if things get tough out here in the big bad apocalyptic wasteland. You sure you don't want any?"

Bobby just shakes his head and continues to drive.

"Hm, more for me." You say with a shrug and take another bite.

"You really have changed Suzy." Bobby remarks.
"Yeah, well happens to the best of us." You say.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Love SICK Too

The Future…

"You know how mutants are dear, they act on impulse sometimes." You say as you sew up a shirt.
"Yes, I get that, but I specifically told my congregation NOT to attack Iron Union transports! Last thing we need is the GZ corporation sniffing around this town asking questions. I'm just glad I managed to convince them to clean up the mess, even if some of them were bitching the entire time." Bobby exclaims.
"Hm, well you are very persuasive when you want to be. Guess that's why they listen to you at all."

Bobby just sits down in a nearby chair continuing to rant about the troubles with his "congregation." You've heard the complaints before several times and really this is just a normal routine for you both. Bobby complains and you listen to his troubles. Just part of married life you suppose.

Making adjustments to accommodate your significant other's desires is another part of married life.

Bobby may have very well left his "religion" behind, but the cult leader part of him never really left him. You're not even exactly sure what "higher power" Bobby believes in now, if he does at all. Personally you think he just made up some shit and managed to convince a bunch of mutants to follow him. Not that you really care. He's bringing in the loot with his little band of brainwashed mutants and it provides him with a sense of fulfillment, despite the fact he's doing a lot of complaining right now.

"Bobby, you're worrying too much again. I'm sure your minions aren't the only mutants living in this town that have attacked Iron Union transports. Besides, last I heard the Iron Union is in the middle of a civil war. So even if they did find out, I doubt if they've even got the firepower to launch an attack on a place that has the reputation of being a large and extremely dangerous mutant town." You say.
"Heh, well they certainly got less now. There were some nice weapons in that transport." Bobby chuckles.
"See? Just gotta look on the bright side of things." You say.

Maintaining an optimistic mindset certainly came in handy during those early years when it was just you and Bobby surviving on the road, drifting from place to place. Not that it was all-bad and some of it was even fun, but you and Bobby were never truly happier when you finally managed to lay down roots here in Emberville.

You, of course for the reasons of comfort and security. Bobby of course still wanted a family. He had you of course, but you know deep down he still wanted to have children with you.

Which also became another adjustment, but really not one you were so resistant about anymore. You just needed time like you said and eventually you felt it was the right time.

"Alexander! Your shirt is done!" you shout.

Your son comes in from his room. Normally he's out playing, but there are times where he just shuts himself away and reads whatever books Bobby or you find for him. It's good that he has a variety of interests.

"Hey this looks as good as new." He exclaims.
"I doubt that, but I did the best I could with what I had."
"Where did you learn to sew Mom?" Alexander asks.
"Oh, my mother taught me when I was little. Never thought I'd actually ever take it up again though, but in this sort of world, it's sort of a handy skill to have."
"Hey how come you never told me about that little interesting tidbit about your life when we were first going out? I remember being surprised when you told me you had seamstress skills" Bobby asks.
"Like I said, I never thought it was important until this whole world went to shit and sewing up clothes was something I had to actually do more frequently." You answer.

"Did she teach you how to cook too?" Alexander asks
"Hah, no. I didn't learn how to do that until much later in life and I taught myself mostly." You say.
"Your mother is misremembering things again. She actually learned a lot from Mrs. Zerul down the street. Before we moved here, your mother's cooking probably nearly killed me more times than gunfire." Bobby jokes, which gets him a glare.
"Hey, there were several times that we didn't starve thanks to me." You snap.

"Well I think you're a good cook Mom." Alexander remarks.
"Thanks son, at least someone here appreciates me. Now go out and play and try not to ruin the shirt you're currently wearing. Especially if you play with that Jenny girl."
"Who's Jenny?" Bobby asks, not knowing all of his son's friends as usual.
"Jenny is a cute little mutant girl with talons instead of normal nails. Last time they were playing and Alexander came home with a shirt that was beyond my sewing skills."
"You sure they were just playing?" Bobby asks.
"Bobby!" you say.
"Hey, kids grow up fast without traditional social norms!" Bobby says.
"And what exactly would YOU even know what traditional social norms are?" you ask.
"…well I do know what they were even if I didn't actually practice them. In fact I'd say I'm a living example of what happens to a child growing up without traditional social norms." Bobby replies.

Alexander isn't quite sure what you and Bobby going on about, but speaks up.

"Me and Jenny were just playing tag that time my shirt was all ripped up, like I said."
"Yes, I remember and I believe you. Now off you go, and remember dinner will be ready just before night fall."

Alexander agrees he'll be careful and runs out to play with his friends.

You watch him briefly from the door.

"Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn't be a little more protective of him." You say.
"He's fine. Better he get some claw scratches and bruises now so he doesn't grow up to be completely sheltered." Bobby responds.
"Yeah I know all too damn well what the dangers that can bring, especially with the way the world is now. Still, can't help but worry at times."

Bobby stands up and walks over to reassure you.

"Well of course you worry, you're a good mother. And here you always thought you wouldn't make a good one, remember?"
"Yeah, that was a whole other lifetime ago. I can honestly say I'm glad those old days are behind us."

Bobby nods and begins to caress you. You return his affection with a kiss and the pair of you just sort of hold each other for awhile.

Seems surreal at times that you arrived at this point. Married, a child, and living modest home in a town mainly consisting of mutants. Though given both your family and Bobby's, maybe it makes sense you fit in better with a community full of mutants.

To be honest, you think the only real problem you ever had with moving in and marrying Bobby to begin with was due to the situation with his sister Diana. You wonder if you would've done all this sooner had she never been in the picture. Oh well, no point in playing "What if" especially since everything worked out.

This life is harder than your old one in several ways, but given all the new skills you learned and all of what you've managed to achieve, you're definitely a stronger and better person now than you ever were before.

"Well I guess I better get started on dinner. Unless you want what Mrs. Zerul is serving down the street." You say elbowing Bobby in the side for his previous comment.
"Oh yeah because hideous old women with humps on their back and scales on their face really do it for me. You know I was joking about that."
"I know. You brought the groceries right?"
"Yeah, just vegetables and meat though. Didn't get a hold of much else this time."
"It's all I ever really need. I know you're probably tired from getting the stuff last night, but can you help me get started?" you ask.
"Sure. Meet you in the kitchen." Bobby responds.

Bobby heads to the root cellar and you head to the kitchen when you start your preparations. You're lucky to have the kitchen amenities you have compared to most in this town. Wood burning stoves aren't that common here, but then again most mutants don't bother cooking their food at all. You and Bobby of course aren't savages.

As you're getting everything set, Bobby comes up with the groceries and sets them down on the large prep table.

"There you go baby. You need me to help prep the meat?"
"Nah, I can do it. Doesn't take me long."
"Okay, I'm going to get some sleep. Call me if you need anything."
"Will do. Thanks dear." You say and Bobby kisses you on the cheek before heading off to bedroom.

You grab your machete and stare at the table.

The tied and gagged naked young woman continues to squirm on the table. If she could, she'd probably scream or beg. You're guessing she was part of whatever caravan Bobby and his congregation raided. Probably the merchant since she doesn't look like a guard. That's a good thing; her meat isn't going to be as tough.

This would be the other advantage of living in a mutant town: They don't frown upon cannibalism here.

The young woman's eyes widen as you bring the machete down to finish her off.

As you chop up the rest of the woman's body, you briefly think about the past again, specifically when Bobby's aunt was psychoanalyzing you.

She certainly was right when she said you were prone to revel in great violence under the right circumstances.


[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

[Assistant]
You continue lying around and try to fall asleep. The pain won't let this happen and you lie in bed starring at the ceiling. You start thinking about Catia again as it seems to be the only thing you can focus on. You think about how much of an idiot you are for passing up sex with a demon.

Your front door makes a loud squeaking sounds followed by footsteps. Is Catia back to finish the job? You try to get to grab your sword but your head pounds forcing you to stay in bed. Expecting Catia to kill you at any second, you are very surprised to hear,

"Son, I'm home."

"Mmmm—-mmmmm—-mmother?

"Yes, it's me and I come baring bad news. Your Father, he was killed on our way home. I feel so empty I don't know how I'll go on."

She begins crying into her hands. The pounding in your head stops, allowing you to get up to comfort her.

"Everything will ok you just have to stay strong," you say while patting her back.

Your mother looks up at you and smiles. Her blue eyes shine through the tears and you know everything will be ok. She goes in to hug you and you return the favor. As you embrace, she massages your back making you feel like a kid again. She whispers into your ear,

"Will you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone after all that's happened."

Now you're really starting to feel like a kid again. This is your mother and as sad as it sounds, you could also use some company after all that's happened.

"Sure, I don't want to be alone either."

You both fall into bed and feel instant relief. She moves closer to you and grabs your hand. She moves your arm over her body and huddles your body close to your chest. As much as you want to say something about how uncomfortable this makes you feel, you know she needs company after all she's been through. You no longer feel like a kid, but feel like your father? This is pretty weird, but its just one night. One weird night is nothing to be alarmed about.

You drift off to sleep and have the best night of rest you've had in years. When you wake up you're surprised to find your mother still pressed up against your chest. Not wanting to disturb her, you just lay there eyes open. Your headache is gone, and you think you know why. Only the love between a son and a mother could dispel the curse Catia put on you. Your mother soon wakes up and says,

"I don't want to be too forward, but can we do this again tonight? The horrors I saw, the bloodshed, is too much for me to be left alone with my thoughts. I need someone to be my rock, so I don't fall into the pit of despair."

You've never seen your mother so sad before, thought its understandable. The question is, are you ok with doing this again? Sure, one night of sleeping in the same bed of your mom after such trauma isn't that crazy. But doing again, that may be a bit crazy.

[User] You agree to be her rock

[Assistant]
You agree to comfort her again tonight. It's as weird as the last time, but it seems to make your mom happy and that's all a son could want.

"Thank you, I need this right now," she says as you massage her back.

You sleep in the same bed as your mom everyday for the next few weeks. Demon sighting have been occurring more frequently and your mother is becoming increasingly worried.

"I think we need to get out of Ashton before its too late," she says.

"Where will we go and how could we survive alone?"

"I know a place, but you have to trust me."

You have no reason not to trust her and follow her once nightfall arrives. You leave the city walls and venture into a nearby forest.

"Where exactly are we going?"

"You'll see."

She speeds up showing a surprising amount of fitness for a middle-aged woman. You eventually reach a clearing where a river flows against rocks.

"It's beautiful," you say stunned..

"Not as beautiful as you," your mother says with a playful wink.

It gets kind of awkward for a bit until you break the silence.

"I still don't understand what we're doing here. How is a forest any safe than Ashton?"

"Oh, it's not safer at all. I just wanted to go somewhere nobody could hear you scream,"

Your mother dashes at you with inhuman speed. She pins you down and starts ripping off your clothes

"Ever since father died, I've had to suppress my sexual desires. Not anymore, never again."

You try to struggle but it's no use. You find yourself buck naked in the middle of forest.

"I want you to enjoy this as much as I do, so please don't fight back."

You always assumed you were stronger than mother but aren't so sure now. Perhaps you should give in to a deep seeded desire you've repressed for all these years.

[User] You give In

[Assistant]
You decide to just enjoy yourself and throw away all logic. This plan backfires once you begin to have sex. This is all wrong, and its not because its your mom, it's because…

"WHY DID YOU HAVE A PENIS!" you scream.

Your mother's voice grows deep and she begins to laugh. You are at her mercy as tears begin to fill your eyes. When it's all done you are left humiliated and at a loss of all self-ego.

"I don't understand."

"What's there not to understand? I pretended to have your mom to have sex with you. I assumed you were a momma's boy by the way you repelled my sexual aura. My assumption was correct!"

Your mother face contorts feature by feature. First, her eyes turn red, then horns grow out of her head. By the end of it you are staring face to face with the demon of your nightmares.

"Catia?"

You are given no explanation as she sends a powerful blast of dark energy at you.

"You may have been able to repel my aura, but you can't repel dark magic."

It strikes you and tears a hole through your heart. You die both literally and metaphorically heartbroken.


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

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
"Look at the birds, Mommy!" a child's voice exclaims.

You snap awake, checking for your weapons automatically before you remember you're on a civilian transport.

"Bout time, Zee. We left underspace half an hour ago," Hinsman says from beside you. "Smooth as butter. They have stabilizers set up here now, I didn't know that. This system's really had some work put into it since I was here last."

In his fifties but not yet looking his age, he's supposed to be dressed as an asteroid speculator out on holiday and is struggling in the narrow confines of his seat to tug his coat on. Hinsman's on the short side, and the garment is a couple of sizes too big. All around you others, tourists, businessmen, and families, are starting to collect their things as well.

"Anyway, just waiting on our transfer now."

You unsnap your safety belt. "Okay."

Hinsman's got the aisle seat, just one more factor in his unspoken role in keeping you from too much direct contact with the public. Fine by you. Your job has always been to protect these people, not make conversation. Gazing out the window, you have a good view of the green planet. Camarov IV. It's supposed to be beautiful, but it's not like you're here to sightsee. This is just your fastest route back to work.

The Order cruiser you'd been using got enough of a beating on your last mission it needed to be taken to a real shipyard for repairs, and meanwhile this transport was headed directly for Camarov and had two vacancies. There's another Order ship en route to here which you'll transfer to to be taken back to the Outer Rim. You'll never even set foot on this planet.

There is a gentle thud as the landing ship locks on and the crew starts shepherding passengers towards the exit. Hinsman combs his dark hair and tends to the mustache he's been cultivating. You just sit and wait.

Both of your wrist comms beep at the same time, and you see the Order ship has left underspace. There's a little flurry among the crew when it requests to lock on, but Hinsman flashes a badge and his signature smile and the two of you transfer over without incident.

Once aboard, the ship unlocks and moves to a safe distance for a jump. Then there's a delay as the pilot seems to have no intention of leaving until he downloads whatever media Camarov IV has to offer. Images of green hills and misty lakes and crystal spires and dancers on a stage and some sort of historical reimagining of Old Earth tumble across the viewscreen.

The pilot, Karoff, is middle aged, tall and with thinning blond hair just starting to shade to grey. His mustache however is much more impressive than Hinsman's. You've worked with him before. You don't always get his sense of humor, but he's okay.

The next stop will be The Last Outpost for refueling, then you'll be taken along a scenic tour alternating between the most boring and dangerous parts of the Outer Rim as you go down the list fulfilling your various obligations there and being available to lend assistance in emergencies.

You lean against the wall and mentally check out until it's time to strap in for the jump to underspace. Hinsman was right, the in system stabilizers do improve the experience quite a bit.

*****

The Last Outpost is dark when you approach.

"Well that's not a good sign," Karoff mutters. The station floats in place like a fat black spider against the pale backdrop of the system's single barren planetoid. Karoff makes a few adjustments to make your approach less obvious and then starts running scans from a distance. It took you nearly a week to get out this far from Camarov and you're all aware that if there's trouble it'll be just as long before you can find any backup.

The Last Outpost was once a research hospital on the edge of protected space. Now it's a ways past the official line, although after the rollback it persisted as a stopover and fueling station for both the military and any junker the colony worlds could put together to evacuate in. Officially out of service and abandoned now as far as anyone outside the Order is supposed to know, it's still got enough automated defenses that any scavengers looking for scrap will be sent packing in a hurry. Or it used to, anyway. Hinsman is frowning over the console now too.

"That's a lot of damage."

"Pirates?"

Hinsman shakes his head. "I don't think so. The way some of the plating is buckled, this looks like a string of explosions from the inside. Mostly just in that one arm, but the defenses are offline and there's no more than basic life support anywhere on the station."

There's a soft beep as a scan is completed.

"One life sign," Karoff grunts.

"Even if they pulled out everyone on mission, there should've be at least three here for maintenance still." Hinsman joins you at the window as he finishes speaking and stares across the distance. "But...I'll hail them I suppose."

"You sure?"

"Might as well. Doesn't look like they have much left to shoot at us anyway."

"Let's hope appearances aren't deceiving."

[User] You inquiry

[Assistant]
Karoff looks tense as Hinsman tries to contact the station. There's a long wait with no reply. He frowns and tries once again using Order passcodes.

A green light blinks on, and then a moment later a haggard-looking blonde woman with high cheekbones and thin lips appears on the viewscreen with a crackling of static. "So someone finally did show up."

The woman's voice is flat and blank. She's young and might have been pretty under other circumstances, but her eyes have dark rings under them, her face is sallow and her hair hasn't seen a brush in awhile. She dips a spoon in a tub of drippy, melting ice cream while staring at the screen indifferently.

Karoff pulls up her ID while Hinsman coughs and clears his throat. "Ah...you're Matti Oswen, correct?"

"Yeah."

"I'm Agent Hinsman. We were just stopping over on our way into the Rim, but it looks like you've had a bit of trouble here. Do you need assistance?" He keeps his tone light and injects a note of friendly concern.

She blinks at him owlishly a moment, then sets the ice cream aside and scratches lightly at the side of her neck. "I sent out a call, but the computer lost power and I'm not sure it went through. That was...almost a week ago, I think."

"You're a maintenance worker, correct? What happened here, Matti? And where are the others?"

"Inea and Markov? Oh, they're dead." Her voice is still flat and strangely disinterested.

Karoff dutifully pulls up their IDs as well. Their new status as deceased hasn't been updated in the Order database yet, anyhow, and as the three of you have heard nothing regarding the damage to the station or a rescue attempt you can only assume her distress signal never did make it out.

Oswen continues only after Hinsman prompts her again. "Inea had an accident while doing repairs and Markov killed himself and tried to take the rest of the station with him a couple of days later. I rerouted the power to redirect the blast just in time, but most of the generators still blew. I've been sitting around in the dark and trying to eat everything in the freezers before it all spoils, and then figuring I'd inject myself with something before the oxygen fails."

Hinsmans voice is soothing. "Well I'm sorry you had to go through that Matti, but you'll be safe now. We're going to send out a request for help and then lock on to see what we can do about repairs in the meantime. We can route enough power over to make sure life support holds up, anyway.

"Whatever."

Once the call is cut, a distress signal is sent back to headquarters along with a short recorded message. The three of you briefly go over the situation.

Hinsman sums it all up. "It'll be a few days before anyone can arrive to help, and we can't leave until then. Even if no survivors were here, the station itself is vulnerable and hell, it's probably more necessary to the Order than any of us, if we're being honest. Although this Oswen woman...she might be in shock, or there might be something else going on there. Not sure we can trust her."

Karoff spits out the end of his mustache. "We're gonna get in there and find out the bitch slit their throats and made bikini tops out of their skin. Seen it happen before."

You look at him. "Really?"

"Ahh, well not the skinning for bikinis part, but people get assigned to an out of the way place like this too long, they can just snap and start killing each other. Or there maybe was some kind of love triangle going on that turned nasty. And not the good kind of nasty," he adds, apparently feeling the need to clarify.

"Well I guess we're just going to have to risk our skins then," Hinsman says with a slight roll of his eyes. "Or you and I anyway, Karoff. But Zee, you were always going to be working alone anyhow. You won't have us standing by in orbit if you go on by yourself, but there's nothing stopping you from suiting up and taking a spare shuttle, if the job is urgent enough."

"Still may be awhile before we know exactly how bad the damage is to the Outpost," Karoff points out. "She could be needed here."

"True, but...Zee, I guess this one is going to be your call. I don't have details on the mission you've been requested for, so what's protocol here?"

This would all be simpler if you could directly contact a commander, of course, but out here that's rarely possible and having to make decisions like this on the fly is part of the job.

ORDER when it started out stood for Outer Rim Defense, Evaluation and Research. The joke everyone likes to make is how when the Hunger virus appeared on the scene the E stood for Evacuation, and then finally Eradication.

Of course that's the part you're all still working on. And it's not actually all that funny.

The Order is the peacekeeping force out past the edge of protected space, although not in any kind of official capacity anymore. A little over twenty years ago when the Hunger virus was at its peak and blazing from planet to planet, the border was rolled back and then rolled back again. Colonies and mining facilities, trading stations and outposts were cut off in the midst of the chaos and anyone who wouldn't or couldn't evacuate was left to fend for themselves.

Some of the Order agents were recalled back to New Terra, but for many more this was their home, this was just what they did. Momentum and habit went a long way and the organization already had enough ships, stations and equipment out here to continue operating much as they always had. If anything they were more effective now that the bureaucracy and red tape had been stripped away, although that sometimes birthed its own kind of controversy.

Independent, isolated colonies and small time miners and traders had no one to protect them from piracy, not to mention the trade consortiums that amounted to a more organized version of the same thing. They welcomed the Order's presence on one hand while resenting anything they perceived as meddling in their own affairs on another. In areas where the line between New Terra and frontier authorities blurred, certain parties also never failed to point out that the Order had no more jurisdiction than any other private organization; outside of the ancient one of might making right and the bit about possession and how it related to law, anyhow.

And although on paper the organization kept to the same laws and standards they had from the beginning, they were just as on their own out here as anyone and had to see to their own people's interests and protection as well. New blood could be hard enough to find as it was without asking it to spill itself simply because it was the right thing to do. About the only thing anyone could agree on was that the Order were the only ones equipped to really do anything about the Hunger virus and so they should be left to it, no questions asked.

So thankfully, politics and the rest of that nonsense aren't anything you ever have to concern yourself with. All you do is your job, and all you worry about is doing it well. Right now that means making a judgment call on where you'll be the most effective. And right now, that does seem to be here. Nothing you were given indicated anyone was in direct danger, and the Last Outpost is as valuable to the Order as any of the other facilities you were asked to check on, and far more strategically important. The refueling station is what makes these little forays out in this area of Rim possible in the first place.

[User] You secure the station.

[Assistant]
You indicate to the others that you'll stay for now and Karoff directs the ship on a route toward the station. It makes sense to at least do a cursory inspection of the damage and make sure that at least life support will hold up. And of course there's the other issue of the alleged sabotage and personnel having been lost under circumstances still waiting to be confirmed. Leaving just two operatives to handle it all isn't ideal.

Of the station's eight arms, the docking bay is luckily on the side that's suffered the least damage. Karoff locks on without incident and the panels of the reinforced portal retract with a gentle whirring. Beyond, the station is dark and cold. You all file out and make your way out of the landing bay and down a hallway with the aid of flashlights. With what little power remains rerouted to life support, the portal to the central complex refuse to open. Attempts to contact Oswen on a short range channel fail, and so Hinsman finally gets the door moving with the aid of his gun; wiring the energy cell to the panel next to it, that is. At the jolt of power it snaps open with sudden speed, then begins to close again in slow motion and grinds to a halt about a third of the way. The three of you squeeze past and before long find yourselves in an open area, a kind of joint dining hall and exercise room with dead video screens lining the walls.

The kitchen area behind the dining hall is a disaster zone of empty plastic trays, overflowing trash bins and spoiled food. There's no sign of Matti although you do find her abandoned ice cream bucket. The three of you begin to search area by area. Although reluctant to split up, you do move a bit faster than the others and take to checking into rooms and around corners ahead of them.

A pool of vivid crimson against the polished grey tile is your first confirmation that something has gone wrong. You race forward to Matti Oswen's crumpled form and check her pulse, clamping another hand down on the stub of her severed arm. Lifting the woman from the ground and calling out to the others, you splash your way through the blood, tracking it behind you while more soaks into your uniform.

A medical station was one of the places the three of you had already searched, so you hasten to it and deposit her on a steel table, keeping your grip just above the wound while Hinsman activates the computer.

"This nursing AI was obsolete fifteen years ago," he grumbles, taking a protective suit from a persistently dinging open door and yanking it on over his clothes.

"Isn't that a bit of overkill?" Karoff asks, watching him.

Hinsman's response is muffled through the breathing filter. "It won't let me even proceed without it. This place was last used to quarantine evacuees exposed to Hunger, there's no such thing as overkill as far as the computer is concerned. Just be glad the whole station isn't set to self destruct the moment someone gets a paper cut." He pauses a moment to apply a tourniquet. "Now...Zee, you step back, it hates you too."

Karoff looks at you and snorts. "I imagine so. You look like you just left the scene of an axe murder."

You'd already moved away at Hinsman's order, and now you ruefully wipe you face, hoping to achieve a clean spot. Karoff's ensuing guffaw informs you you probably just made the situation worse.

"I'll go clean up the mess in the hall...and myself," you say, turning to go.

"Zee, wait, wait, Miss Oswen is going to need an arm transplant, don't you think?"

You blink at Karoff. "Are you serious?"

This just provokes more laughter.

Hinsman, who has been preoccupied with the soothing voice of the medical AI and the use of instruments taken out of little drawers that have been popping open in sequence, now shakes his head at the two of you as he changes to clean gloves. "I'm not that good a doctor, I'm afraid. Zee, you go on."

He snaps his fingers at Karoff and in the other hand produces an oversized needle, like a magician's trick. "But I will need a blood donor, and guess who's compatible?"

Already on your way out, you turn and get a glimpse of the pilot's grimace as the door slides shut between you.

Cleaning up is a tedious but straightforward affair. You scrub yourself down and change into a plain grey jumpsuit you find before returning to the scene of the accident and getting to work.

[User] You dispose of the severed arm

[Assistant]
It seems Oswen had been trying to unjam a door that leads to one of the station's storage arms, in much the same way Hinsman had gotten you all into the central complex earlier. It was her misfortune that upon receiving a jolt from a maintenance tool the door had snapped shut, meaning it had been open to begin with.

There's enough juice left to get it back to where it was and you carefully retrieve the severed limb on the other side, slipping it into a biohazard bag. Taking a moment to confirm with Hinsman there's nothing he can do as far as reattaching it, you consider your options for disposal. An incinerator would the most straightforward, but those require an amount of energy that seems wasteful if not impossible to produce given the station's current reliance on emergency backup power for life support.

You remember then the walk in freezer in the kitchen behind the dining hall. At least that would keep it from rotting if it takes longer that expected to get the power on full. The room isn't able to maintain freezing temps anymore but it's still noticeably colder than the rest of the station, and the rest of the station is cold enough. Placing the bagged arm on a shelf, you halt a moment as your gaze fixes on the two bundled forms in the back. So you weren't the first one to have the idea to use the place as an impromptu morgue. These must be the bodies of the other two maintenance workers, Inea and Markov.

[User] You inspect the bodies

[Assistant]
Opening the largest body bag first, you briefly examine Markov. Evidence of cuts, burns, and some bits of broken glass still embedded in the skin seem consistent with him having been in the vicinity of an explosion, although there were a lot of unanswered questions in Matti's brief explanation. Further details will have to wait till she's conscious again, you suppose.

You zip the bag back up and turn your attention to Inea. The dark haired woman's cause of death is immediately obvious, her skull on the left side having been caved in just above and behind the ear. 'An accident while doing repairs' was how Matti had described her death. While you can't yet find anything to contradict that, as you probe along the edges of the splintered bits of skull and cold globs of brain matter it seems to you it would've taken an awful lot of force concentrated in that one spot all at once to do that kind of damage.

Then again, Matti had nearly managed to kill herself as well. You wonder what sort of accident it was supposed to have been. It's almost incredible to you that three people so incompetent had been left in charge of such an important Outpost. It's true that space is a big place and Order agents and personnel are stretched thin, but in your experience it's rare for things to go this spectacularly wrong without someone being at fault.

Finding nothing more of note, you close up that body bag too and then exit the freezer. Grabbing a mop from the corner of the kitchen and filling up a bucket, you make your way back to where you'd found Matti and go to work on the rapidly drying blood. The blood has begun to dry and it's obvious this will take awhile so you clear out your mind and focus on the task.

[User] Back to the nursing station

[Assistant]
Matti is asleep. Hinsman is seated at a table near the bed, freshly showered and changed into a grey jumpsuit identical to yours and looking exhausted. Karoff is nowhere to be seen.

"He's back on the ship seeing how much power we can spare," Hinsman tells you, before you can ask. "This medical station's about the only thing working as intended in this place right now. We need to at least get the computers up before we can figure out what all needs to be repaired and how. It'd be really great if we had a maintenance worker familiar with the place to talk to, but..." He inclines his head toward the young woman's supine form and shrugs. The end of what's left of her arm is neatly wrapped in bandages, but her face looks pale and strained even in her sleep and her eyes twitch restlessly behind her lids.

Briefly you relate what you'd discovered.

"The plot thickens," he mutters, then gestures toward the computer. "Why don't you see what you can find there as far as internal records on these three?"

You nod and take a seat, flashing your wrist at the sensor. The computer blips once and you're in. You have a pretty high clearance. Higher even than Hinsman's you suspect, although that's not really a thing you're supposed to ask anyone about. Retrieving sensitive data from wrecked Order ships or evacuated command stations is one of the things you need to be able to do with no fuss when required, and your superiors know this.

[User] You look up Inea

[Assistant]
Name: Inea Banca
Eyes: brown
Hair: black
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145
Age: 46
Other: tattoo on right forearm
Origin: Camarov IV
Skills: fringe space station maintenance
Years service: 9


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

[User] You keep riding on

[Assistant]
You keep riding and hear a boom of a rifle and see Bill fall from his saddle dead to the ground. As you all reach the bank several more shots are fired at you: Jim is hit in his other shoulder and a bullet grazes your right hip making you wince. Outside the bank Clell Miller and another man are lying dead in the street while, Cole bleeding from his own wounds, is outside the bank firing his pistol into the air. As you arrive Bob, Jesse and Frank emerge from the banks and mount their horses, except Bob whose horse has been killed so he takes shelter under some wooden stairs.

"It's no use boys, let's go," you shout at everyone and turning your horse you spur it down the street leading out of town. You are soon joined by Charlie and Cole, the latter bleeding from several gunshot wounds. As you reach the edge of town you hear a scream behind you "Don't leave me boys, I've been shot!"

Glancing back you realize you have all forgotten Bob who has sprung out of his hiding place and is sprinting down the street after you. "Shit," Cole mutters and glances at you and Charlie. "Cover me boys," he orders. Cole then does the most incredible thing you have ever seen someone do in real life: he spurs his horse directly back down the street towards his injured brother. Several men are shooting at them and though you and Charlie are firing your pistols at the buildings you might as well be throwing stones at them for all the good it does.

Cole and Bob seem to be moving through a virtual rain of bullets. Bob stumbles as one shot hits his leg. Two more graze Cole's horse making it scream and rear but he keeps it under control. Reaching down he helps Bob climb onto his horse. As he does three more bullets hit Cole, the dust exploding from his clothes in small puffs as each bullet hits him. Gritting his teeth he turns his horse around and gallops straight back towards you and Charlie. The gunfire is directed at you two now: one bullet grazes Charlie's arm and another bullet whizzes right past your right ear. As Bob and Cole reach you both you turn horses around and gallop out of town after Frank, Jesse and Jim.

Behind you leave the dead bodies of your two fellow outlaws and the shattered myth of the invincibility of the James-Younger Gang.


[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 ignore him

[Assistant]
You leave Aaron to his fate. Your emotions have become dead again. You just don't care anymore. What happened at the house was just an usual oddity in your "normal" behavior you guess.

You go through your day numb as usual, when you get home, Mom reads you the riot act for this morning. This only makes you realize that speaking out against her wasn't a good idea in the first place. You go to bed.

Another day arrives and you feel nothing...


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

[User] You help Ozzy attack the group

[Assistant]
You look at Ozzy, and point to the other group. He holds up his gun and nods.

You position yourself behind a dumpster, right next to the leader of the other group. You'll grab him and hold him hostage, so that the others will let you go. You wait until the right moment...

The man decides he needs to get up, and you strike. As soon as he's on his feet, he's on the ground again, with you holding him down. "Nobody move!" You yell.

Sadly, while your plan would have worked, Ozzy wasn't on the same page as you. He fires his gun in an attempt to hit the leader, but instead hits you in the chest, killing you.