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

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
You push the button on the walkie-talkie, and speak into it. "Hello?"

Moments pass. After several more crackles you get a response. A cool female voice speaks out, "Sebastian? Seargent, is everything alright?" British?

Kelso shoots you a sideways glance. You can almost feel him sending you a message with his eyes. Be creative, you call the shots for now.

You blink. Ahem, "I have spotted some of the err, creations."

"Well of course you have." Matter of fact tone. "We've known where the devils that are the Wolves have been for a while now. We just need to strike them. Which reminds me, we should get back to base."

Perfect. Ish. "No! The, uh, lord helped me and I found others."

"Others? What do you mean?"

"There are other Creations that have escaped aside from the, uh, wolves, and-"

The woman on the other side is excited, "More?"

"Um, only one. That I found, at least. But one is one too many. I uh, need backup."

"Stop stuttering, Sebastian. This is important. Where are you? Now searching it up..." Pause. "Your GPS tracker hasn't been functioning for a couple of days. That's probably why security has tightened around the City. Where the hell are you?"

Shit. "Well, uh, the battery died and, uh, things happened."

"Things? Sebastian, I... Did it take you hostage?"

You've decided you like her voice. "It?"

She lowers her voice, "What is your general location, Sebastian? We'll find you. You'll be safe."

You pause, looking to Kelso for help. To tell the truth, you have no idea where you are. Kelso looks the other way. You sigh, annoyed at him. Maybe he's just a bit offended that your plan was better. Or not.

"I..."

[User] You continue on, yourself.

[Assistant]
You lower your voice, "I... not sure. We're in some sort of house. Lots of sand."

No reply. You click it off.

Kelso nods in seeming approval. "It'll do. Let's just hope they underestimate one Creation and send only a couple soldiers. They are tasked to deal with the unknown. I got lucky with 'Sebastian'; the foolish Zealot wandered out alone."

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Your mentor and youself make your way to a particularly large sand-dune near the house, watching for incoming Zealots from the city ahead.

It doesn't too long-- after several minutes you begin to notice flashing armors marching in the moonlight. Your house is a surprisingly straight line to the city, and you notice some lights, formed in clusters, moving straight in your direction. Others seem to be coming in on a flank, moving to the left and right of the city before circling in, near your location. None are too close though, which gives time for Kelso to count them all.

"Five groups of five in all, with the Church having only a slight notion where we are and us having the element of surprise."

"You think that's good odds? From what it seems, they likely no more about what we can do then what we know they can."

"Not we, you. I fought Zealots before the facility was destroyed, you know. Even if they've grown considerably, they're still the fear-mongering, symbolic fools as ever. With enough force their armor can be clawed through, only thing you have to worry about is silver and their lightning rifles."

"Sounds fun." You chuckles out nervously, "Silver bullets and lightning rifles?"

"Ah yes, silver is specifically harmful to us, for whatever reason. It is very pure... and the only thing that will stop us from regenerating, thankfully though, I don't think they've caught on to that just yet. The shock-troops they send in are equipped with monstrous bayonets that shoot out streams of electrons at high velocity, which are scarily painful..." He notices your frown, and smiles in return, "But it's healable. And I think we can do it."

You nod, "Not if their flanks succeeds. We need to either split up and fight the ones coming on the side or take the clusters on together."

"No question, we should fight together. Splitting up may make this go faster and more efficiently, but it's dangerous enough that it won't be worth it. Together, we can capture one of them as well as efficiently annihilate the groups one by one."

You nod back, assured. Kelso may retain information, but he's never lied to you. You think.

This brings your mind back to the incoming horde of Zealots,  which are less than a mile away by now, marching tirelessly, not exactly in your direction, but close enough...

"So, who do you think we should take on first?"

[User] You zealots on a side.

[Assistant]
"Let's start on a side and move on from there. We can't let their flank be affective." Your mentor nods. "There was a reason why I saved you, even if I didn't realize it at the time."

"Which is...?"

"You're smart."

You'd blush if could, you like compliments, "No, the reason why you got me in the first place."

"You'll find out at some point."

You both laugh. Kelso drops information every once in a while, and at some point you want to just have several hours with him to discuss everything. Was the world always like this? What happened to it? What is my purpose? And on and on.

By now the collection of lights are nearing, so you stop chatting with your master and turn your attention to them. Keeping your head close to the ground and sneaking to the right, you prepare to overtake the group of five on that side. Your mind flashes back to your training in the training you did with Kelso in the dunes. You try your best to channel your anger while you run, Kelso behind, at the Zealots.

Why should I hate the Church? Your mind answers. Because they hate me for what I am. The man called Sebastian called me a 'demon'; I'm not that. I know I'm not that. But they will crucify me if they can. And I won't let them do that to myself or Kelso.

With your mind settled on some sort rage, you vent it with your sprinting, reaching the Zealots quick enough. They're big people, the C.E. Soldiers. Stygian black metal overlays their entire bodies, with an obvious group leader with a different helmet (with horns, like a medieval knight's would have.) The rest have a simplistic SWAT-team-like helmet with a visor. The most notable part of their ensemble is their heavily tusked rifles, which take up both of their arms, if only to carry the heavy block of metal. You assume that that's the thing that Kelso mentioned; the lightning bayonets. 'That, and their lit cross on the chest, flashing on and off. Thankfully, they don't seem to notice you, yet. Their heavy metal probably restricts them of that.

You pay little attention to where Kelso is, and you angrily lash out on the leader, leaping from over eight meters away from the ground. While in the air, you let your claws grow out and you come onto the huge black being's chest, and sink your claws into him, through the weak parts of his armor. Wet, sticky blood pours out, and you messily continue to clutch onto him while he tries to shoot you off with his tusked-bayonet. He manages to shoot up wards once or twice before slumping to the ground, the Other Zealots probably pissing their pants at this point. You roar at them, jumping off the corps of their leader and sending a heavy-fisted slash at a close one that is unbashfully trying to use hiw walkie-talkie. The hand you send clunks off of his helmet, but the heavy crunch you feel from it obviously means you broke his neck.

While you were busy with two, Kelso (still unseen) has done fine work with the remaining three, his body half-transformed into something... Animalistic. With hairy, muscular arms and sharp teeth he overpowers them easily, ripping heads off at insane speeds, to the point that you're convinced that you imagined part of it. After several lightning flashes from the last one, Kelso's new body soaks up the energy from it and grabs the Zealot, throwing him to the floor. Now, all that remains are you and your mentor. You hungrily sink your teeth into a nearby combatant, reinvigorating yourself. Kelso morphs back, seeming tired, and takes a helping from one of them. After only ten seconds, he grabs you to stop with him.

"That's one group down. There are three more groups to annihilate, two to the left (what used to be the middle) and the third which is standing back, way over to the left. I'll assume we're moving on to the middle?"

[User] You continue to the middle.

[Assistant]
"Indeed, the middle-men are next."

Two groups of hulking Zealots stand between you and the other. They know you're there, and the element of surprise isn't yours anymore. Worse yet, Kelso seems to have used up whatever the hell that transformation was. Still, you're confident that Kelso and you can tackle on the fifteen Zealots left over,

You see them aiming their blockish weapons at you, and charge. Two leaders... You look to Kelso, and he nods. You take one, and he takes the other.

As they move forward with their tusks, streaks of bright green at you. You quickly move to the side, allowing for some to take mercy and miss, but one or two manage to land on your armor, causing it to heat up...

Kelso manages to dodge every single one shot at him, and runs up ahead of you to disarm the Zealots shooting at you. While your metallic armor sizzles, you do your best to throw it off you and follow-up with Kelso before they reload and shoot again. Kelso jumps into the air, swinging his foot down on one of the head-Zealots-head. It doesn't take him out, but it stuns  him long enough for Kelso to throw him at the other line of Zealots, and proceed to restlessly break their weapons by punching it. The Zealots try to fight him, but your mentor doesn't give up.

Meanwhile, you quickly sweep the other Head's feet from under him during the confusion of Kelso's utter... coolness and fluidity in combat.  You stomp your sneakers on it's neck; the crack is all you needed to hear.

More bright streaks. You see the remaining six Soldiers trying to surround him and put him down, not paying as much attention to you. In return for their disrespect, you bring both of your hands to your sides, and begin a large tackle at the horde surrounding your master. Your rage-fueled push causes you to bleed (you're slamming your arms onto cold metal, remember) but pushes them all on top of eachother, all scarmbling to get up.

Kelso manages to get out of the huddle of Zealots, and picks up one of the bayonets, and begins spiking the clunky radicals. More, deliciously red blood squirts out, and you follow suit by taking your own bayonet. Now, only one group left.

Five fearful Zealots pitifully trying to snipe at both of you. But it's obvious who will win this fight, in your eyes.

[User] You finish off the bastards on the left.

[Assistant]
You continue to finish the ones trying to attack you. It is a quick fight, considering. Kelso rushes ahead, jumping up and using the butt of his new bayonet to whack the head-Zealot of this group over the head, not snapping his eck but at the very least knocking him out.

With blood-lust, you manage to bring up the hulking weapons to shoot lightning at one the group at point-blank, causing him to scream as his own armor boiled him. The others, no doubt bewildered by many things at the current moment, try their best to survive in various ways.

One continues struggling, actually managing to spear Kelso and shoot at the same time, only to find Kelso laugh, bring his arms back and snap the man's neck before getting out of the tusks.

One calls out to his god. In turn you gutted him with your rifle, piercing his armor like a can-opener.

And one from the other side of the battle-field, that you obviously didn't kill correctly, gets up to flee back to the city. Even he didn't get a break. Kelso, with uncanny familiarity with the rifle, shoots him in the back. The flashing Zealot slumps over, dead.

The fight ends there, and Kelso puts his hand on your back as you walk to the unconscious head-Zealot of the Left-group.

"So, what do we do with him?" You ask, warily, "The Church will probably send more of it's operatives to subdue us."

"Doubt it. The head-honchos in the Church are probably terrified right now. More Creations in addition to 'The Wolves' are definitely not what they wanted. Still, you're right. We need to find a new place, but only after we find out where the Wolves are, and subdue them."

"You still think they know where the Professor is?"

He looks at you, pondering, "Unsure. If they do, then we'll have to fight them. Which is doable, with your newfound talents." He points to bloody undergarments, "But if they hate the Professor as much as we do then we can join forces. Well, you might. I might have to leave soon."

You frown. "Why?"

"Ha, don't worry kid. I might not have to, but if I do I'll make sure you're ready to fend for your self."

[User] You loot the bodies and proceed to interrogate the Zealot.

[Assistant]
Shrugging the thought of not having Kelso around, you collect the armors of the Zealots, turning the flash off and equipping them. They won't save you from everything, but they will certainly make you physical attacks stronger, if only because they're reinforced by cold metal. You wear everything but the helmet, since you like having your vision unrestricted. Kelso does similarly, putting on the armor, leggings, and boots. You also decide to take one of the undamaged rifles; good weapons, and more effective on humans than on Creations, ironically.

After the slight diversion, you bring your attention to the rousing Zealot. Kelso points him out to you to deal with. With a cruel smile, you walk over to him, bringing your gauntleted hand to his armored helmet, and begin to squeeze.

That wakes him up.

He cries in agony, as his helmet soon becomes a 'custom-fit' of sorts. With your one hand, you pick him up by his face, and just hold him in mid-air. "Kelso, are we just interrogating him here or somewhere else?"

"Here's fine."

You shrug, and drop the Zealot on the floor. He groans in pain, bringing hands to his face to try to take off his helmet; he couldn't do it. "Tell you what, if I take off your new skullcap if you tell me where the other Creations are."

He looks up pitifully, nodding. Carefully... You peel off the horned helmet from his visage.

"You killed Sebastian, didn't you!" Is the first thing that erupts from his lips. That, and some spit. You back hand him, bloodying his face further and causing him to fall back onto the sand.

"Location, now. Or you end up having a worse fate than Sebastian."

The dark haired Zealots looks at you with menacing eyes, "I don't consort with demons. I will die with honor."

"That's not what you were saying when your face was in a can." You laugh, and Kelso gets on one knee, beckoning closer to him.

"You can become one of us, if you like. Be one of the damned, and survive the hell that is God's world. Just lead us to where the so-called 'Wolves' are."

"I won't sell out that easy, demon. Sebastian was a brother before you bastards killed him!" The agitated cripple would be somewhat intimidating if he wasn't in such a pathetic situation.

"Then it's time you became family." Kelso looks at you. "Try ghouling him."

Your eyes widen, "What do you mean, 'ghoul'?"

"Drink from him until he has only the minimum amount of blood he needs. He'll become one of us. Well, half. He'll also follow our commands in that state. For the first couple of days. An eternal slave." Your mentor grins. The Zealot, however, is horrified.

"No, don't! Don't drink from me, I'll get you to the Wolves, I promise! I'll even tell you when the Church is to attack their base. Everything, just don't turn me into one of you! Stop!"

Oh, so very tempting. But kind of... Evil, is it? Is there even a line anymore, after what I've done? Kindness will only hurt you at this point, and a side-kick if Kelso ever leaves is tempting...

[User] You ghoul him.

[Assistant]
Curious, and perhaps a wee bit thirsty, you motion to the Zealot. "What's your name?"

"David." He spits, "Why?"

"Because your new name is... Slave." His eyes widen in horror as you sink your teeth into his soft and milky flesh, this time getting it on the artery. The blood squirts down your throat, and the high that you get is unimaginable. Sweet and slightly sour blood, like apple-juice. The euphoria you get is uplifting, and you feel... Happy. Power surges through your veins, and your stomach does happy somersaults as it absorbs all the nutrients from the Zealot's warrior-blood, and you continue chewing on his neck, trying to get as much as you can from this man before he falters. Just sublime...

"Goddammit kid, your mother must have been some sort of an abuser." Kelso says with a chuckle, pulling you away. "But I think that' enough drinking, your new slave is deathly pale, but still breathing, albeit very slowly and inconsistently-- a sign that you've drunk just enough." He points out, "But hats off to you kid, you've got yourself a ghoul."

You both stand, waiting for your slave to wake. The pale Zealot opens his eyes back up, a glossy look to them. He doesn't speak, but instead lazily lets saliva and a red substance that likely is blood ooze out from the side of his mouth.

Nervously, you command him, "Lead us to the Wolves hideout." He lazily tries to get up, only to fall back down again. "Now." Firm. He gets up, straight this time. With uncoordinated steps he begins to march, stumbling through the sand and skin beginning to redden from the sun. You shrug, and follow your new ghoul. By the time you pass the City the trek is already nearly over. You take another left from there, then a turn to the right... And soon Kelso directs you and your new slave to stop.

"This," he begins, "is where I take my leave."

"What?" You exclaim, "Why now? Didn't you say that the other Creations might be on the Professor's side?"

Kelso tilts his head to the side, "The longer I think about it, the less it makes sense. But I've been worried about something, and I'm nigh certain I'm correct on this."

"What do you mean?"

Your mentor walks to your ghoul, tugging at his armor's sleeve to get attention, "You, David, what does the Church know about Simon Kurschner?" Who?

The slave replies in monotone, "Can't be found or traced. Not among Creations, unknown if even still alive."

You raise an eyebrow, "Who's this Kurschner?"

"The Professor." Comes the reply from Kelso.

"But I thought our plan was to see if the other Creations know where the Professor is? Which could mean that they still serve him. Or not."

"Exactly. If the Church has no idea of his whereabouts, then it's unlikely the Wolves have something definite either. Even though the Wolf and I have had our  arguments, I still trust him enough to give you vacancy while I search for the Professor."

"So where are you going?"

"Anywhere. The world left is just a desert, and traveling by night only will waste time, which is why we have t split for the moment." Kelso frowns, and holds out his hand to shake.

You firmly grasp it, "Then stay safe, Master. I trust you will return soon?"

He stares at you blankly, "I have no idea how long it will take. But I believe in you just as well. You can make it on your own, especially with how you proved yourself today. Strong decision making and vast knowledge on how survival works have made you to what you are. There is very little that I can teach you that I even know. You shall grow past what I can even guess you can do." He begins to let go of the hand shake, but you hold on.

Tightly. "There's one thing that you still haven't told me."

"And what's that?"

"How the World came to this pitiful state."

[User] The Wolf Underground

[Assistant]
Your mentor, the Ghoul, and yourself make your way through the remnants of the past world. Suddenly, it all makes sense to you. The world went to hell, and it was the Professor's abuse of his Creations that furthered it. Now, the Church hunts you all down for no reason other than to to give hope to 'real' humans. It's despicable, but it's the world you're in right now.

The hot sun beats down upon you, while your slave suddenly comes to a halt. "This is it." He blandly calls out, reaching down to the sandy flooring, and makes hand motions as to move some of the sand away.

You turn to wish your master a farewell, but he is already gone. Only a hazy version of him can be seen through squinting in the distance. So, it's just me and my Ghoul. Let's just hope it doesn't get bloody...

You follow David's beckoning, and bend down to see what he was unclearing. As your slave digs, more and more sand  seems to pile in. "What are we looking for?"

"They're underground, sir."

With a nod, you decide to help out with the digging. As you lay your hands on the sand, you thank fortune that you hadn't done this in the middle of the day, rather than just an hour or so after sun-rise. The sand would no doubt have burnt your fingers otherwise! Even though you and your ghoul are digging barehanded, it doesn't take too much time before you begin to feel the sand getting thicker, more doughy. With quick powerful stroke, you continue ripping through the sand, throwing it out of your radius, soon creating a little pit, low enough that you could stand up in it. After clawing at the earth with your servant for a while, you accidentally scratch at something... Hard, metallic. Underneath the sand lay a metal disk, with evenly-spaced holes around it's edge and the middle. Even as it is right now, it's fairly obvious that the disk is heavily embedded into the ground, and prying it out would no doubt prove to be a challenge. At first, you try just digging around and under it, but your efforts seemed to have been in vain; the plate appeared to be a part of both the earth and some sort of brick-well that goes much further down.

"You sure this is the place? You ask, making sure that this was the opening to the Wolf Stronghold. It'd make sense, as this is extremely safe from the Zealots, considering.

"Yes." Comes the monotone reply, "The few remaining GPS satellites pin-pointed this exact spot. We caught several monsters disappearing from under the sand here."

Now, how should we try to open this?

[User] You try to pry it open. The Ghoul's combined strength with yours should be more than enough.

[Assistant]
"C'mon Slave, you and I together can probably take this out of it's place." As usual, he complies. With a flick of your wrist, you bring out one of your signature claws, and draw your index finger along the bottom edge of the metal plate, taking as much sand out of it as possible. After thousands of sand pellets fall out, you both position yourselves opposite one another, and firmly grasp the end of the disc, clawing in anywhere possible to gain enough leverage to pull it upwards, out of it's fixed place. David and yourself glance at each other, and meet at the red-eyes.

1, 2, 3!

Forming an odd sort of mental connection with your ghoul, you both bring all the strength you can muster to pull the rough, grainy plate out of the stop of the well. As you pull at the disc, you can feel yourself pulling your muscles as well, the first feeling you've had of strain for a while. This would be a good thing any other time (sort of), but now it's just not a good time to go back to human-like limitations. Your ghoul on the other hand, glumly shows little exertion, even though he seems to be attempting to carry out your will. "David," You encourage, using his actual name this time, "Put your back into it. All your body, we can do this!"

You continue trying to pry open the hatch, but it just doesn't budge... Until a sudden movement. Feeling it shift slightly to the side, your ghoul instinctively follow you there, and you both pull at it in a close space, together. After exerting yourself greatly, you manage to take it out of it's wedge in a very sudden throw, flinging it out of your own pit with a clatter. You shrug, and smile at your Ghoul, and then proceed to look down the brick-well...

It's dark, for one thing, but you can barely make out the sound of feet pattering on cold concrete. Overcome with nervousness, you loudly blurt out, "We come in peace!"

Several dark figures appear from the bottom of the well, after several glances upwards at you and whispering, one of them waves you down. Shivering, you jump down the well, using the cylindrical bricks surrounding you to position yourself as to not fall on them. Still, you fall with a heavy thud. Yeah, I'm gonna need new sneakers.

Unlike yourself, David just goes down it normally, using the short metal bars protruding one of the sides, climbing downwards. The dark figures eye you carefully, taking a while to speak. One with dark gray hair and scruffy facial hair as well as a slouching hunchback of a surprisingly muscular body, points at your armor, "If you're a Zealot, I'd turn back right now."

His voice isn't too threatening, but his body language and thick-eyebrows suggest otherwise. He's clad in tight cloth shirt and pants, bulging with muscles, and is surrounded in an intimidating aura. The other one is completely cloaked, though watches your Ghoul with suspicion. "I'm not of the Church," you start, trying to make a good first impression, "and neither is he. Not anymore at least."

"Then what are you?" The gruff man calls out, his eyes narrowing.

"Well, I'm glad you asked. I'm a... A Creation, just like you. This is my Ghou--" By the time you uttered the word, 'Creation' he had already put you in a headlock. The cloaked one has already put your ghoul to sleep, though hopefully not forever...

The man continues, "What do you want from us, fangs-boy? I thought the rest of your clan died."

Clans? "No!" You exclaim, struggling out of his hold. You actually manage to surprise him with your strength and are able to push him off of you. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. But you're part of the Wolves, right? My associate and I want to join your strong hold."

He spits back at you, "We don't need any joiners."

"Why not?" You argue, your body tensing. "The Zealots are planning to raid this place soon, and I figure you could use as much help as possible."

The old man growls back you, "What are you, some sort of message-boy for the Professor?" Well, at least that means they aren't working for him. Probably. "The Church means no harm to us at this point. It'd be stupid for them to attack us. If you're trying to make a powerful group do something out of desperation, then oh boy, have you come to a bad place, vampy. I'd go back to the sun, where the pain is relatively quick." He cracks his knuckles. If you weren't so confident in your abilities, you might have been intimidated by this Neanderthal.

"Then perhaps you should ask my Ghoul, David. He was a Zealot before I brought him to the darkness." You point at the slumped body on the floor.

"He's dead now, too late." The brute says with a cruel grin, "Snapped his neck, Ragnor did."

You laugh, "I don't think he'd die from that." You take several steps toward your slave, waving the cloaked man aside, you grab David by the cuff of his armor and pick him up, then bring your hand to his neck and snap it back.

David glumly states, "Hi."

The Wolf grits his teeth, "Didn't know Vampires could use their powers like that."

"Then you'll be learning a whole lot more during my stay here. What was that you were saying about being the last of my clan?"

He smiles back, surprisingly, "Oh? So you don't know. You're the last of the Vampire Creations, as the rest died in this desert planet. I'm surprised you made it this long since the last Facility was destroyed. But if you don't remember that, then do you even remember your name?"

"I'm afraid not. Can you at least tell me yours?"

The Wolf laughs, "Call me Gideon. The cloaked figure on the side is Ragnor, our residential assassin, even if fighting has little place anymore." He brings out a hairy, clawed hand to shakes yours.

You accept it. "So I'm in?"

"I'm still suspicious of your reasons for coming here, and your story about the Zealots needs some checking."

"Is it really that surprising?"

"Less that and more that we don't want to fight them." What? Seeing your confused expression, Gideon continues, "Listen here Vampy, I'd rather die and let humanity survive than not. And most of us here are ready for that. If the Zealots come to our turf then we'll wipe them out easy, but we're definitely not going to seek conflict, even if me and the boys can take those choir-boys out in an instant."

"Why not? They want to kill us all?"

He shakes his head, his face now grim, "The Church may believe that we're demons, but they also value the sanctity of life, so I doubt they'd come here. Regardless, they aren't all that wrong about us. The things we've done... The innocents we've massacred in our wake. It doesn't mean that we're bad now, per se, but what we've done is inexcusable. The World has gone to waste, and I'm alright if we don't survive to see it rebuild itself.

You stand in silence for a little while, realizing that you've joined ranks with the modern equivalent of the hippies.

Gideon grins again, "But don't worry about that now, let's close the lid on top of our well and then introduce you to the rest of the gang."

[User] The rest of the Wolves.

[Assistant]
"Ragnor, use those climbing skills of yours and find a way to seal the top of the well better. Can't have one of them dust storms filling the place, nor let any traveler find us like these two rugrats." Gideon says, waving for you to follow him and his goofy walking pattern. While the cloaked man begins to climb, you and David follow the hunchback though the stronghold of the wolves. It's a dark tunnel path, but several well-placed torches along the concrete walls give you enough light to make out peculiar drawings on the walls. Not exactly professional artwork or anything, just passionate claw-markings. But still...

"Hey Gideon," you ask, examining one specifically for it's graphic nature, "What's up with the markings?"

The hunchback turns his head, but continues moving, "The writing? It's a code language we formed, mixture of all the languages the folks here are familiar with. It's more or less a system of simplified pictures, but you'll be able to read it if you stay here long enough."

"Can you read this one out to me?" You make sure to stop and point it out; the writing here is different than the rest, even more picturesque than the rest. You can't hope to read it, but you do notice a recurring theme-- a cross and a pentagram. Not only that, but they're much less refined than the others, as if written with anger.

"That one is rather basic, I think I even went over it before. It basically boils to, eh..." He shuffles closer to you, and brings his large eye to the writing, "Peace is what keeps our humanity, for the Professor, cursed be he, uses strife to tear us apart. The cursed Creator wishes that we destroy our brothers in battle so he reaps the reward when it's over." Gideon tilts his head back and continues forward, "I'd keep this in mind, vampy. I'm not sure why you're here, whether to warn us or to do devil's bidding, but I trust you enough to see you have no idea what's going on, so I'll be giving you the chance to give a little presentation for the guys here. By vote, we'll either agree or not. After that, it's up to you whether you stay or not. Got it?"

"That's all I could have asked for, sir." You reply, hoping you can prepare them for the Church's onslaught next week. If not, then, well, you and your brothers are done for, regardless of non-violent intentions.

After several minutes of treading through the passages of the tunnel, Gideon stops to look up, even if his head doesn't lift that far. You catch up to where he is, noticing what he's looking at: an opening, light.

"That's our hideout." The Wolf jumps up, grabbing onto some sort of ledge to bring his deformed body up. You watch his body struggle up it, land on solid ground (and then a lot of murmuring from above), then jump up yourself, making it up with ease.

The hideout is surprisingly low-key for the most powerful beings on the planet, but considering how they're just trying to survive a dimly lit room filled with sleeping bags and animal-carcasses strewn about is to be expected. The ragtag group that are the Wolves are surprising though; a thin man with dark hair, only to have a visible streak of white in the front; a rather hairy, though otherwise attractive female with dirty blonde hair who's around your age (early twenties?); several scruffy teenagers; a dark-skinned, mustached, and barrel-chested man; at least three of obvious Asian descent; and, of course, Gideon, pointing you out to everybody.

Most of them getting out of there bags, they begin gawking at you. You wince as the female eye you with interest, while the men seem to just want to know what you want so they could sleep. You motion to Gideon, and you get close to him and ask, "These are the Wolves? Not as... Impressive, as I thought they'd be."

"You're not exactly super-hero material either, child. Kinda stock; dark, straight hair and pale skin. Lean physique." Noticing you're confusion he just pokes at your chest, "What matters is what's on the inside. That's where power comes from. Remember that." He begins to raise his voice, "Now, this here is a Vampire. He has no name, so call him whatever you like, but he has some 'opinions' he'd like to share.

As your ghoul struggles up the hatch, you wonder how you want to persuade this group of lazy Wolves to prepare.

[User] You describe it with urgency, they need to realize how serious this is.

[Assistant]
It's time to get these sleepy assholes up and running.

You nod to the crowd as they gather around you, staring with glossy eyes and gaping mouths. "I'm not going to sugarcoat anything," you snarl, starting off with a very loud, though clear voice, "The Church has plans to raid our little stronghold here by next week."

Gasps from the Wolves, and men exit their bags. Seems to have worked, for now.

"And while that may be hard to believe, I'm sure we all know how ruthless the Zealots are. I escaped from the last Facility-- Facility 13, soon before it came tumbling down with C.E. Troopers, who burned down the laboratory. Since then, I have fought many of them, some purposely in order to find my brethren here, to join you as well as to warn you of the incoming second apocalypse. We are blessed Creations, gifted in our own right. We aren't innately evil, like the Church believes. Rather, we are capable of great things, but only if we survive our genocide."

"Then what do you want us to do?" One of them shouts out, interrupting you.

"I want you to fight back, and prepare for when they come next week. We need to take the initiative; I know how powerful Creations can be, so I have no doubt in my mind that we can beat them. But only if we get ready."

"Why should we trust you?" One of the younger ones ask.

You bare your teeth; fear is a big factor of your speech, "Because if I'm right then we all die." You seethe out, staring intently at your brethren. "We have three options the way I see it; defend the stronghold and prepare for when they come; try to take control of the city with our combined strengths before the attack; or just get slaughtered when the time comes."

Most of the Wolves continue gaping, though Gideon cracks his knuckles.

"Nice speech, Vampire" A voice declares, and the red-cloaked figure pops out of the hatch. Ragnor's hood fall down, and the profile is of a middle-aged, balding man. Terribly tall, and lean; powerful and domineering. "Do you really think we can overtake the Church?"

"If we do it carefully, yes."

He smiles, "Then I like what I'm hearing; I'm in." While it's amusing how enthusiastic he is, it also seems to win over more of the Wolves. Perhaps Ragnor is a big figure in the Wolf Underground. "It is likely to work, too. While some of us are inexperienced, we can easily beat them while their forces are divided into attacking our stronghold. We just need to be clever."

Gideon continues to grimly frown, "I think the 'hold the fort' idea will work better. It's safer, and more suited to our abilities."

It's odd, but you feel like it's completely your decision. Maybe they just really trust in you?

[User] You side with Ragnor on this one.

[Assistant]
"I... Think Ragnor has a solid point. We can definitely beat the Zealots as long as we have the element of surprise. And if this goes well, then we won't have to worry about extinction ever again."

The blonde vixen looks up to you, as do most of the Wolves. Ragnor laughs, and pats you on the back. Gideon, on the other hand, merely frowns, closes his eyes, and announces, "Right. Welcome to the family, Vampy. I'd rest, we're all practically nocturnal here anyhow.

The cloaked Ragnor frowns, "Are you sure? I was just about to bring out the alcohol..."

"No alcohol, Ragnor. We have a long night tonight, lots of training we need to go through. I don't think some of us here have actually fought Zealots."

Ragnor nods, and the rest of the Wolves shuffle back to their blankets. Gideon shuts the lantern off, and heads down the hatch, disappearing after a thud.

Meanwhile, you find a piece of concrete that is comfortable enough to meditate on, and begin to close your eyes... Only to realize that all the Wolves are watching you for some reason. They're all smiling, and the pretty one in particular seems to watch you in the dark of day. At some point during the night, she leans towards you to whispers, "Hi, I'm Cecilia." She giggles.

"Uh, hi." You whisper back lamely.

The next couple of days fly by, and you manage to go over the histories of your new friends, as well as prepare them for the fight.

[User] You assault on Church City.

[Assistant]
The week passes by too soon for for your liking, but you and your compatriots can all agree that you got work done. You spent the week teaching the lesser-experienced Creations how to use their powers in battle, emphasizing team-work and effort. Like Kelso taught you, you passed on the knowledge of the power of emotion-- something you can vouch works in a fight. As the training went on it became rather obvious that in their human form, you can easily take on the strongest werewolf. In the real, bestial for, however, you have to use your wits. For that, you are forever thankful you are on the Wolves' good side. Heck, you're leading them to possible suicide.

Other things you've focused on is appealing to both Gideon and Ragnor, both people whom you know you can trust to some sort of degree.

The one thing you feel somewhat apologetic about is that you haven't been able to spend as much time with Cecilia as you wanted to, but you manage to remind yourself that if you succeed in taking over the City, you'll have all the time in the world. Perhaps, with enough time, you'll even learn the wolven-lingo, though it's the least of your worries currently.

You focus on the plan: it's basic espionage, like how a movie would set it out (though you can't remember any one in particular). They send a one-man army to the middle of the battlefield, while they storm the castle-walls. You're confident that you can take care of yourself, especially in the night-time, assuming that's when you're sent in.

The Creations stand together in a circle, well below the surface, waiting for the the scouting team (Ragnor's group) to tell you whether today is the day. While the Zealots begin their march to the Stronghold, the Creations will quickly get away, and run toward the city, attacking it while half of it's forces are trying to find the nonexistent. Time passes; you do this twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, to see if they're preparing for a night-attack or not. You hope it's at night, as the Creations would have an advantage, probably. Additionally, you wouldn't have to worry about sun-tan lotion, the tube Kelso gave you will run out sooner or later. And so you wait, everybody around you waiting in silence.

You hear the codified knock: Clunk-clunk-clunk.

That's three times. Today isn't the day after all.

You go out to train once more, reviewing everything, and then turning back to refill on blood. Gideon gives you a broken plastic-cup with maybe an ounce of his blood. You drink it slowly, savoring the taste. It reinvigorates you, like usual, and you set down to meditate, waiting for nightfall.

That night...

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk

That's 4... Is tonight the night?

Ragnor's hooded head pokes out of the hatch, "Come on, wake everybody. Now!"

Getting out of your trance, you begin repeatedly whispering, "Now!" as you went along, pulling off blankets from the Wolves. As with procedure, the Wolves spring into action, readying their clothes and going down, dividing themselves into the groups. Soon, the only Creations left are you (after ushering everybody out) and Gideon. "Gideon, are you coming?" You ask, concerned. You don't want to be late, after all.

The hunchback stares back at you solemnly, not speaking.

"Goddammit Gideon, let's go!" You begin edging out of the room.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again.

"Gideon, if you don't come with us, you'll die. We want you with us, so just... Come, man."

"You may have been right about the Church, Vamp. But it doesn't change a thing. The real monster is the Professor, not humanity. Hurting them is hurting us..."

You shake your head in disbelief, before angrily waving him off. That hippie won't bring me down.

With haste, you make it to the well's opening, jumping off the walls to speedily catch up with Ragnor and the others. You were lucky they chose night-time, but that doesn't mean they didn't take advantage of it either. No flashes from miles ahead, just darkness, and maybe some slow movement here or there... But you only notice it if you squint. Crafty of them. "Ragnor, you see them?"

"Yeah." He says, calling out from ahead, "But where's Gideon? He's supposed to be leading his group!"

"I don't think that fool is coming." You spit out, finally catching up. "But it's unimportant. David can lead them."

"David isn't exactly a leading-personality."

"He knows what he's doing."

"Which is why he should come with you! He'd be much more useful by you than by us. We're just giving you time. We can have one of the other Wolves lead, but for now you will no doubt need help, and a former Zealot is just perfect."

[User] You urge for David to head a group.

[Assistant]
"Ragnor," you hold your hand out defiantly, "I can do just fine alone. I trust in David enough to know that he will aid you a lot in holding the fort than helping me on a stealth mission. Now come on."

Ragnor grunts in protest, but shrugs it off. You and the the rest of the Wolves, keeping your heads low, move around the incoming horde of Zealots, attacking the City on its other side, almost opposite from where the Zealots marched from. After an hour of movement, you're eyes manage to detect the sentries watching the City. There are only perhaps 6 in total, evenly spaced out in hexagonal circumference around the City, but they each handle a fierce strobe-light that will bring light to the actual situation. Thankfully, the group is just far enough away that you aren't spotted.

"So, do we have any good ideas on how I'm getting in?" You ask, your mind flipping through several theoretical simulations of getting into the City: most of them, you die.

"You see the narrow dark passage-way in between the strobe lights?"

"Yeah?"

"You have to slip through that, then quickly kill the sentry on this side before he can get to the other, and then climb the barb-wire fence. You'll have to figure out what to do from then, but I'd focus on finding the actual Chapel, and killing the Elders there. We'll be rushing the City on this entire side while you're inside, confusing the Zealots and buying you time. Got it? Why the long face?"

You hand him your rifle, "Guess I can't exactly bring this with me, haha."

He takes it, smiles, and then salutes; this may be the last time you see him or several members of the group. You don't bother saying goodbye, and leave it to the hands of fate. "Just take care of Cecilia and David." You say, turning around to slowly creep forward...

First taking it slow, you almost crawl on the ground as to not be seen by the sentry, and move forward. You position yourself perfectly so the lights miss you, and the cloudy sky allows you to remain concealed. As you crawl onward, you notice that the Zealot Sentry is practically sleeping; he must have been here all day, waiting. Seizing the opportunity, you make easy work of him by bite. The defenseless man is quickly drained, to the point of being unconscious for reasons other than tiredness. You don't even bother checking whether his pulse is still there, whether he's dead or not doesn't matter right now. Finding the big Chapel does. You keep the strobe-light on as to not raise attention to anything, and continue on inside of the City. You leap over the fence, still clad in the Zealot armor. What you see in the City is amazing.

Nothing, almost a ghost-town. While the City has flashing banners all over, only two large buildings seem occupied: one with a giant cross, the other with an upside-down cross, like a sword.

As you enter the former, obviously the Chapel, you see an elderly man open the door in front of you. His squinty eyes stare at you for a moment before he asks in a gravely voice, "Has my time come already?"

Wordlessly, you grab at his throat, and begin to unintentionally rip at it, blood trickling down your wrist. "You are the reason for my brethren's suffering." you start, your pupils widening in anger, "You and your Zealots made us have to resort to living in fucking burrows. This is where God's plans for you ends, Tomas."

"Then so be it."

He dies there and then, and you find several monks staring at you in horror from the Chapel's door. Noticing them, you enter the Chapel to kill them as well. The balding priests hold out their necklaces, yelling, "We shall fear no evil for there is God." Over and over again.

Thankfully, you aren't evil; you're just looking out for your race. Protecting it from those who want to cut down on it. The blood of the zealots tastes better than ever, but it gets cut short by the sudden blaring of sirens-- the assault has begun.

Yet, oddly, enough, over ten Zealots rush in from all sides come to gawk at your bloody attire. While you cackle evilly when jumping and clawing at them, they still manage to have you surrounded by numbers if nothing else, breathlessly ending your unlife with their bayonets, all in the name of their God.

You have been killed by the hands of the Church.


[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 kelso's tale (Optional)

[Assistant]
Kelso sighs, "Too true. It is about time I fill you in on the details, even if they're hard, even for me, to recall. It was a spread of about two decades. Surprisingly small for the whole world to collapse, but when shit hits the fan it has to either be cleaned or it'll spew out everywhere," he chuckles, motioning the Ghoul to continue the walk toward the Wolves. The story will probably take a while... You begin reanointing your sun-tan lotion while your mentor explains what happened.

"Years before you awoke, the world was in complete order. Governments were somewhat conciliatory with each other, and liberty and justice was preserved. It didn't take too long before the peace was endangered, the militant Religious-- like the Zealots," he shoots your Ghoul a glance, "began rioting, terrorizing less fortunate countries and gaining power there. While the governments were large and powerful, they were inexcusably... lazy when all this happened. Soon, this spread to the more developed places on Earth, like this continent. For a little while, these religions were corner-stones of society, but this weakened it. People were scared, and fear makes the common man do things they wouldn't do otherwise. To say the least, the 21st century was not off to a good start. And it slowly, but sneakily, went downhill from there.

"Amidst all this, the earth was a beautiful, natural place. Ecosystems filled with life and splendor were everywhere. Civilization was at its peak, human beings were able to do wondrous things like fly, and cure almost all illnesses and conditions using scientific means. The methods used, of course, bothered many 'men of God', like your slave. They wanted to stop progress in the name of a deity long dead. After years of struggle, they were quieted to close-knit communities, and had no impact on politics and scientific progress. During this struggle, the terrorists began gaining traction. Even worse, new viruses began infecting parts of the globe, and the irresponsible Governments continued doing nothing, until it was too late. Developed countries or not, many fell ill of the horrible new diseases, and the Old-Zealots started to control more and more land, becoming the dominant force in most places. That's why the world turned to desert and we've already found a lot of remnants of the Old World buried in it; they were pillaged by the hordes of humans, and as the population dwindled, plants weren't tilled. Soon later, there was drought, and the entire world as we know it has become a giant Dustbowl, just mixed in with disease and raiders. Simon Kurschner became the 'man with a plan' for years during this. He garnered enough support from the local governments with his experiments to get funding, as well as a whole Facility to save the human-race. His science was new, revolutionary even; and while many disapproved of what he was doing, the Professor was recognized as the last hope of humanity."

"What'd he do?" You ask, with vague memories coming back. Tidbits of information allow you to remember, but not enough...

"He created me and you. He found a way to create human beings with extraordinary powers, with abilities of legend. His Creations were disposable humans; ones who were going to die regardless. Even though he had no authorization to do so, he began using these dead bodies for his experiments. He gave the dead and dying new life, even with a price. The first experiments he made were immune to disease, and he said he hoped to save the human-race this way. But that wasn't true, he wished to rule what was left of the human-race with his new super-soldiers. Kurschner sent his Creations to fight the Militants, with each one as powerful as you or myself, ten of them made easy work of five hundred Zealots at a time. His new humans were invincible fighting machines, and all under his control. Similar to ghouls, only a step above that.

Regardless, even after the Militia problem was solved, the Professor began to mass-produce his Creations, each of them ravaging wherever they went, unregulated. Under his command, they annihilated whatever was left of the World Governments, and soon came upon humanity. The bastard trapped us in capsules, letting my friends out just to go on psychotic rampages on the humans opposing the Professor. That's where the other Zealots, of the Church, come in. Even though they were smaller at the time, they managed to push the Professor back  by exploiting the Creations' specific weaknesses, and silver. They managed to destroy most of his Facilities, fighting against what they thought, and still think as, the devil. They grew very large as well, and have taken part of what is rebuilding humanity, with religiously-suited technology and a brand new gospel. But absolute power corrupts absolutely, and they ordered their men to kill any Creations left, regardless of malevolent intent. Our Facility, Facility 13, was the last one standing. By then the Professor was on the run, but the New-Zealots were laying waste to any of his work, believing that they should reset the World, like God did in his bible. Fueled on fear-mongering, the only human societies left rely on fighting evil, us, even though they massacre us now, as if it's open season. But no, they believe we are the Devil's work, and as such our sentience means nothing to them. So we run, and we fight, but only in self-defense.

Now we're back in the Dark Ages, all thanks to the Professor, and once again, the Church." He kicks at the sand with a frown, but continues marching with you through the beautiful, though dead landscape, reminiscing about the world that was.

You barely speak throughout this, considering all of it.


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

[User] You old Tomes (The Ritual of Ascension)

[Assistant]
While studying the book that contains the initiation ritual in the library, Talia comes over to see how you're doing.

"Still at it? I didn't realize the ritual was that complex." She says.
"It isn't actually. From what I can tell it just requires a lot of focus and belief. I'm fairly certain I can handle that. I actually got sidetracked by some of these other tomes here." You answer and point out a bunch of other books nearby.

"Heh, sort of funny to see you like this. I remember a time when you weren't the most eager to perform any sort of magic mainly because you weren't very good at it."
"Trust me, it's still not my favorite area, but I feel I have been growing in power and gotten better. So I figured I should learn some of the other major rituals and such."

Talia nods as she looks through the books. Eventually she picks up a heavy black one and begins glancing through it.

"The ritual of ascension? What's that?"
"Good question. I actually wasted quite a bit of time reading through that one, before starting on reading the stuff I was supposed to be reading about. Basically I don't know what it does exactly. In fact some of it is in a language I don't even recognize."
"Yeah, I see that."
"The rest of the wording I have read is almost deliberately cryptic. Terribly annoying and not very helpful. You'd think whoever wrote it down, would've made it a lot clearer. Well anyway, I'll study it in length some other time. Right now I'm just going to go over the initiation ritual once more and then get some sleep."
"Very well. I'll see you then." Talia says and kisses you before leaving.

After she leaves, you take another glance though the book containing the ritual of ascension. Still not understanding it any better, you toss it aside and return to more immediate studies.


[System] You are the narrator of a dark fantasy text adventure. Describe the world and its consequences with unflinching detail. The player's choices shape the story — for better or worse.

[User] You take the ladder

[Assistant] You start climbing the ladder as quickly as you can, its not quick enough though. Hyde eventually bashes the elevator doors open and squeezes into the shaft, upon seeing you on the ladder he climbs up the shaft by digging his massive fingers into the walls. He climbs high enough to grab you off the ladder and squeeze the life out of you until you explode into a mass of blood like a bloated tick.


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

[User] You decline

[Assistant]
"That's too much," you say.

"We're not lowering the price," Skinrik frowns.

"Then I suppose we don't have a deal," you say.

Skinrik spits on the ground, before nodding at his guards.

"Take them back to their shuttle."

An hour later, you're back on your shuttle, heading back to the ship. You've had enough of this.


[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 talk your way out this

[Assistant]
Even if you do run, you could easily bump into more military outside.

"We need to distract them. Julie, go run up stairs and try to clean up your face a bit and then doll yourself up with make up. Put on something sexy, like lingerie."
"Wha…what?"
"Just do it. I'll call you when I need you."
"Suzy…I don't know…"
"Julie, just trust me okay?" You say.
"Okay." Julie says with a nod and runs off back to her room.

You run into your bathroom and toss the axe and shovel in there with Johnny's body and then draw the shower curtain closed.

Grabbing some scissors from the desk, you take your pants off and quickly cut the legs off of them so they resemble shorts and put them back on. You then tear your shirt and tie it up so it's really accentuating your breasts and exposing your midriff. You then grab some rubber bands and tie your hair in two ponytails on either side of your head.

More banging on the front door and you run into the kitchen.

You quickly put the pistol in a half full box of cereal, which you then put back into the cupboard. There isn't much blood on the floor, but what little there is, you easily wipe up with some water and soap.

"OPEN UP BY THE ORDER OF THE U.S. GOVERNMENT!" you hear a voice shout followed by more banging on the door.
"Hold on! Hold on! I'm coming! I'm coming!" you shout, running to the front door.

Looking through the peephole, you see two soldiers and a man dressed in a business suit.

"I really hope these guys are straight." You say and open the door.

You open the door and you lean forward a bit and to the side hoping you look seductive rather than ridiculous (It isn't like you do this a lot). Judging by the brief pause and the stares, you gather that you achieved seductive rather than ridiculous.

"Miss, didn't you hear us knocking on the door?" the man in the suit asks.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't answer right away, I was just so busy with something and I had to make myself presentable. So how can I help you today?"
"You can start by letting us in; we heard a gunshot coming from this direction. Granted that hasn't been an uncommon sound in other parts of this town, but this neighborhood has been fairly quiet and peaceful otherwise, so we'd like to know if you know anything about it. We already got soldiers searching around your backyard and the immediate area."
"Oh. I see. Well, you boys come on in and I'll try to serve you in any way I can. My name is Suzy by the way."

You turn around and attempt to put a little swing into your walk. You then you're your head to look back at them and flutter your eyes a bit. You actually feel really silly doing so, but the grinning expressions you see on the two soldiers suggest that you seem to be doing better than you'd believe.

The man in the suit tells the two soldiers to stand by the door and he sits down on couch. You then sit close to him.

"Okay, Suzy. You may refer to me as Mr. Zoll. Now you're aware this town is under marshal law correct?"
"Yes, we heard loudspeakers outside earlier. It sounded so frightening… should we be worried?" you say.
"I can't tell you specifics about such things, however I'm sure you're aware that this town has experienced a vast increase in criminal activity and rioting. More than your police force can handle. So until we get the situation under control again, we're here to stay."

Actually you weren't really aware of that, or at least not to the great extent that it was bad enough to call in the National Guard, but you nod and cross your legs and rub your hand over one of them in a manner that catches the attention of Mr. Zoll.

"So um…"
"You were saying Mr. Zoll?" you ask.
"… yeah anyway…so while this is a state of emergency, we don't want the citizens to feel uncomfortable. We don't want to just send in soldiers here to search every house for potential troublemakers. I mean this is still a free country and contrary to popular belief, the government is here to help. At least that's how I have always approached these situations. Much better to work with people than forcing them against their will. Still, as I said, gunfire was heard from this house and we have to investigate. So I'd like to at least ask you questions before deciding if we need to search this house further, you understand."
"Oh yes, of course I understand. You have such a difficult job trying to keep our wonderful country safe, I will comply will all your wishes and desires." You say and then place your hand on Mr. Zoll's knee in the process.

This is enough to cause him to smile nervously, but takes your hand off at which point you smile and giggle in return.

"Okay first of all you keep using the term 'we' is there someone else here?"
"Oh yes. I'll call her down. Julie! Could you come down here? There is a man that wants to ask us some questions about the gunshot earlier." you say standing up from the couch.

Julie appears and thankfully the girl has pulled out all the stops. She's wearing purple lingerie underneath and her legs are covered by purple stocking with garters. She's also wearing all the usual makeup that makes her look like a cheap whore and that's definitely a plus right now since everyone is looking at her. Julie walks down the stairs in such a manner that continues to keep their eyes on her. While she probably knows what some of your plan is by now, the rest of it is probably going to surprise her.

"Mr. Zoll, this is Julie, my life partner of many years. Come over here and sit sweetie." You say taking a seat in a chair.

Julie is indeed surprised by this, but quickly knows to play along. The two soldiers meanwhile can barely keep their mouths from hanging open. Mr. Zoll is better at keeping it together, but he's unsure of whether to stare at you or Julie and where!

"Julie. Don't sit all the way over there baby. Come over here." You say and pat you hands on your lap. Julie now has a bigger smile than anyone as she hops into your lap and puts her arms around you. You then give Julie a kiss on the lips; Julie however gets a bit overzealous by slipping you the tongue and grabbing one of your breasts.

"Now, now, honey, we have company." You say smiling and putting her hand back. "I apologize Mr. Zoll, but we plan on finally getting officially married soon, now that it's become legal and we were sort of celebrating before you knocked on the door. We've been friends and lovers for so long that its so liberating to long at last have the freedom to do what everyone else does. Did you know we came out to each other when we were sixteen? It was almost magical how we just knew it was so right in that high school shower room… "

Now Mr. Zoll crosses his legs because he's probably hiding a big boner. The soldiers at this point are unsubtly "rearranging" but it looks more like they just want to whip it out and start whacking it. Zoll manages to get back on track.

"Ladies, I really need to ask about this gunshot so let's get to it."

You and Julie say you heard a gunshot behind the house and not much else. Julie then mentions that she saw someone through the window jumping over the back fence, but couldn't make out what they looked like. Then she describes what they look like they were wearing from the back.

"All I know is I was so scared that I hopped right back into bed and held on to my Suzy." Julie says and hugs you a little tighter.
"There, there, it's over now. These big strong men are here to protect us from lawless scum like that." You say looking at Julie and rubbing her legs.

You turn back to Mr. Zoll.

"So that's all we know Mr. Zoll. I hope it was helpful. As I said if you must search this house we understand, but I as a law abiding citizen of this country I do hope it isn't necessary." You say to Mr. Zoll who looks like he's trying to scan you for deception.

"Nah, I don't think that will be necessary. You two seem like a nice couple that just wants to live your lives and be free to do… whatever you want to each other in the privacy of your own home. Whoever is dumb enough to run around in this neighborhood firing off guns is bound to fuck up soon and we at least know a partial description now. Okay anyway, onto the second reason for my visit. Do you need anything? We're not just here to keep order, but to help out as well. While you're quite aware that you can't leave your home, we could bring some basic supplies like food to you. So anything?"

Any other time you might take them up on the offer, but right now you just want them gone.

"Perhaps another time. Nothing right now thanks." You answer.
"Well hopefully for all of us, this will all be over soon. Okay, I leave you two ladies."

Mr. Zoll tells his men that they're leaving (who seem very disappointed). A few more glances back at you and Julie and soon they're out the door. It's over and you're safe.

"Holy shit, I can't believe we pulled that off." You say slumping a bit in your chair and breathing a sigh of relief.
"Oh Suzy, that was fucking genius!" Julie says who is still in your lap and hugging and kissing on your face.
"Stop, it's over now, get off my lap. I still got a body to chop up and to dispose of."

Julie ceases her affection and gets off your lap, though she looks a little hurt. Not wishing to cause more distress for her you apologize.

"Look, sorry. I just…I still lost a sister and that's been going through my head since I found out today."
"No, I understand. She was my friend. I don't think I've even processed her death fully due to my own near death experience and the National Guard coming in here. I'll leave you to it."

Julie heads back upstairs and you return to your bathroom where Johnny's body still awaits your destruction.

The thing is now; you don't feel like it anymore. The rage and sadness are still there of course, but what is chopping his body up really going to do for you? Nothing except more work and you refuse to expend any more energy than you have to on this scum.

You get more trash bags and cover his upper half with one and his lower half with another. Then you duct tape them around him until he's wrapped pretty tightly.

You then wait until dark and head outside in the backyard with the shovel. Luckily Julie's fences are high enough that nobody is going to immediately see you. (It's a big yard anyway and the neighbors aren't very close either) The night is actually pretty quiet, though you do hear the occasional rumble of what sounds like trucks or some sort of military vehicles driving on the nearby roads.

It isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world digging in the ground at night, but luckily Julie's yard also has some pretty soft soil and it only takes most of the night as opposed to all of it. You then return back to retrieve Johnny's body and see Julie waiting nearby.

"You could probably use the help in carrying this asshole right?" Julie asks.
"It would welcome." You say.

The pair of you lifts Johnny and carrying him outside and dump him into the hole you dug and then proceed to fill up. You and Julie then return inside the house.

"Well that's that." Julie says.
"Yep. And I'm going to bed." You say.
"Suzy?"
"Julie, I know. Donna still needs to be taken care of. I just don't have any more energy today. I can't deal with it now, I'm so drained it's taken all my energy not to just break down and cry."
"I know today has been rough for you and I wasn't talking about Donna. I just wanted to say I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been here to take care of all this. You really went above and beyond today Suzy. I'm never going to forget it."

Julie says and goes to hug you and kisses you on the cheek. She then faintly smiles and walks away.

You don't know what's going on with you, and honestly you're too tired to sort out all the cocktail of emotions you've been bombarded with lately, but right now you do know Julie doesn't really want to be alone.

"Julie, you don't need to got to you room, come on into my room."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'd hate for the National Guard to suddenly show up and expose us as liars." You manage to joke which causes a bit of a smile from Julie.

As you drift off to sleep all you can think is "How can this week get any worse?"

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
THURSDAY

You wake up and find that Julie is still fast asleep with her head nestled against your body and one arm draped over you. The funny thing is this sort of thing doesn't even bother you anymore.

But your increasingly odd relationship with Julie isn't excessively important at this time. Right now you're dwelling more on the grim situation you're still in and the event less pleasant task you still have ahead of you. Not quite disturbing Julie yet, you reach over and grab your cell phone to check the time. Slept most of the day as usual. Just as well, since you won't have long to wait for nightfall again when you have to dig another hole out back.

"Julie, get up I have to go." You say tapping Julie on the head.
"Hgm,.. no…" she utters.
"Have to, I've got to take care of something and I think you know what it is."

Julie slowly and reluctantly moves off of you and repositions herself on a pillow.

"I wish you could just stay in bed with me all day." She says.
"At this point, I wish that too." You say and get up to leave to go get your sister out of the washer and dryer.

You grab your seemingly never-ending supply of garbage bags, cleaning products, some towels, a bucket of water, some rubber gloves and go down into the basement.

Once again approaching the washer and dryer you open up them up and are bombarded by a horrible smell. You end up coughing and hacking up again.

"Ugh…(pant) ugh…goddamn it, I can get through this…" you say.

You empty the washing machine first, putting Donna's dismembered legs and arms in trash bags. You then dump some cleaning products into the washing machine and turn it on figuring that it will least wash most of the blood out.

The dryer on the other hand is not going to be as easy to clean. Johnny threw Donna's torso and head in there. While he didn't exactly eviscerate her, there are definitely some or her insides coming out. It's a horrible task (You try not to stare at her head for too long), but between the gagging you manage to get through it. Her body, her left over innards and her head all up into bags and tied up.

You then spend time trying to clean the dryer. Even with using bleach, you can't get rid of that horrible smell. You wonder if it'll ever go away.

"Ugh, that's a really horrible smell." Julie says causing you to turn your head and see that she's come down to check on you.
"What are you doing down here? I told you I'd take care of this." You say.
"You were down here awhile and I decided to check on you. Besides, your brother Peter called."
"Is that right?"
"Yep, he was returning your call from yesterday. Didn't realize you called him."
"I was in the middle of calling him when that psycho attacked. Anyway, you talked to him?"
"Yeah, but I didn't tell him about what happened here, save for the National Guard coming in and telling us to stay indoors. I didn't want to tell him about Donna, I figured you'd want to do that."
"Thanks. Peter and Donna weren't exactly the closest either, but I think he'd be pretty upset to hear about her death. So he didn't want to talk to me?"
"Well I told him you were really busy cleaning up an awful mess elsewhere in the house. He actually said he didn't want to talk long though because he was worried that the government was monitoring the phone call what with the marshal law and all."
"Huh, sounds almost like something my brother Ben would've said."
"Yeah, that's the other thing. He mentioned he was busily trying to locate Ben's old hidden bunker in your backyard. He said he wants to wait this out in there because he's scared shitless and feels vulnerable just being stuck in your house by himself."
"Well I can see him being scared since this isn't the most relaxed of situations."
"Yeah, but he said its more than just the National Guard. He said he saw a few of your neighbors acting nuttier than a shithouse rat in the streets for no apparent reason. Like they were rabid animals. He mentioned some of them was trying to bite someone."

You stop cleaning for a moment.

"What? Crazy people trying to bite others? That almost sounds like something out of a horror movie. You sure he wasn't exaggerating?"
"He sure didn't sound like it, I mean it sort of makes sense. People have become more aggressive and hostile. The crime rate in this town has gone up so bad that the National Guard had to come in. I mean maybe everyone in town is going crazy from some sort of secret military experiment!"
"If that's true, then how come we aren't running around biting people?" you ask.
"Well maybe it hasn't affected us yet, maybe we're immune, I don't know! Maybe it spreads by bite like in a zombie movie! I'm just saying maybe we should start blocking the windows and doors."
"Julie its entirely possible Peter saw some people just high on bath salts! I mean the people who live in my neighborhood aren't exactly the most morally upstanding. Let's wait and see for a moment. I mean I'm still cleaning up here, so it'll be awhile and…"

Suddenly several machine gun shots are heard.

"Oh my God!" Julie says and instinctively ducks. You on the other hand get up off your knees from cleaning and start to head upstairs.

"Are you insane, where are you going?!" Julie asks.
"Julie, while at one time it would've been unthinkable for me to head TOWARDS the sound of gunfire, I've left a pistol and an axe upstairs. If nothing else I'd like to retrieve to viable weapons if an impending zombie apocalypse is indeed coming."
"Well hold on I'm coming with you, I don't want to be by myself!" Julie says.

And like that you're cautiously going upstairs towards potential danger with Julie touching one of your arms and hiding behind you. Now you really do feel like you're in a horror movie.

When you get upstairs, you and Julie keep your heads down. The gunfire doesn't sound like it's immediately out in front of the house, but it's definitely nearby. You go and get the pistol first.

"Why is the gun in the cereal box?" Julie asks.
"Because I was desperately trying to find a place to hide it yesterday. Julie, I think you better go put something a little more protective on. If we need to suddenly leave in a hurry you're not going to want to be running around in your underwear."
"I suppose you're right. Where are you going to be?"
"I'm going back to my room to retrieve the axe from the bathroom, wash this blood off and change my clothes as well since I obviously ruined these by cutting and ripping them yesterday in the first place."

You and Julie part ways briefly to go take care of your short-term goals. After washing up and changing your clothes again you start to ponder what your next move might be. You don't quite get to do that since once again you're interrupted by the breaking of glass coming from the kitchen followed by snarling and grunting.

"Shit!" you exclaim and run to the kitchen to see a bloody arm through the window of the backdoor attempting to unlock it. The thing on the other side gets more excited when it sees you and starts pounding the glass with its other hand cracking more of it. It seems completely oblivious to the fact that it's severely cutting itself in the process.

It looks like a regular (if a bit wild) human. It doesn't look rotten (Could be fresh though) and maybe it isn't a zombie, but you know damn well you can't let it get in! You shoot at it through the glass completely shattering the rest of the window. The bullet hits it in the face and the thing falls backwards making one last death growl.

You cautiously move to look through the broken window and see that you've killed it. Meanwhile Julie has come running to see if you're okay.

"Suzy! Oh thank god! Are you okay?!" Julie asks.
"Yeah, but I apologize for doubting you and Peter. One of those… things, guess I'll call them the rabid just attacked. Look what one did to this door, I'd hate to think what more of them might do in a group." You say.
"Oh shit! We need to start blocking the doors and windows!"
"I'm wondering if we shouldn't just get the hell out of here while we can."
"I really think we we'd be safer if we stayed put! I mean we have more than enough furniture and items to barricade ourselves in here. If we leave, we run the risk of bumping into hordes of them and that's not counting the military who are still shooting people on sight, maybe even more so now. Where would we go anyway?"
"I admit, I haven't figured that part out yet, but I think you're hoping to ride this thing out until shit gets back to normal and I'm wondering if that's even going to happen. We aren't exactly well supplied here for a long-term stay even if we do barricade this place. Now I'll give you that it's probably going to be dangerous out there, but at least we'll have more freedom to move around."

Julie of course will follow you no matter what you decide, but she really wants to stay in. As much as you think it might be better to leave now, you probably would be safe if you barricaded yourselves in the house properly. Things do sound hectic out there right now with all the gunfire, it might even be best if you waited until things died down a bit and sneak out later.

[User] You leave now

[Assistant]
Things aren't going to "calm down", they're just going to get worse if anything. You've already had too many intruders inside this house, staying here obviously isn't safe even if you do barricade it. You need to get out now.

"Julie get some bags and start packing items like flashlights and the like because we're getting the hell out of here." You say.
"But again, where are we going to go?" she asks.
"And I still don't know, but I'm thinking we need to at least get out of this town though. From there I guess we'll play it by ear. Your car is still at the shop so we're going to have to use Donna's. Do you know if Donna had a spare set of car keys? When I had to…clean up, it wasn't like she was clothed at the time so there wasn't anything on her."
"She probably left her keys on a dresser in her room when she first stormed in the house on Monday. I'll check. Speaking of Donna, what are you going to do about her? I mean you were going to bury her, but now?"
"Yeah, I'm sort of wishing I'd buried her first instead of the asshole that killed her now. I dunno, I mean there just isn't time. (Sigh) Fuck it, she's just an empty shell now, the person that she was is gone and we need to make haste if we don't want to end up like her, so let's start getting a move on."

Julie and you both split up to pack your bags. One of your bags that you brought hasn't even been opened and is still full of clothing. You fill your other bags with more useful items like some of the non-perishable snack food Julie has, the duct tape you were using, a few of the bigger kitchen knives, loose batteries, some of the medicine in the bathroom, etc.

You then finish up with packing a few more of your personal items and are ready to go.

"Julie, are you ready yet and did you find the keys?!" you call up to her.
"Yeah, yeah I'm just making sure I got everything!" she calls back.

You hear more gunfire coming from outside which sounds like its right outside the front door. A quick look out the window and you do see several guardsmen firing on those crazy people running at them. It looks like the National Guard have set up a bit of a "base" in one of the houses further up the street. You just hope you can drive off without too much problem. You're going to have to be quick that's for sure.

Julie comes running down the stairs with two bags and a big luggage case.

"Julie, what the hell, I told you to just focus on the essentials!"
"I did! I need all this…shit!" Julie says and trips down the stairs due to all the stuff she's trying to lug around and going at a fast pace. You attempt to keep her from breaking her neck by getting in the way of her fall. You're partially successful though getting crushed by a tumbling body and heavy bags isn't fun.

"Fuck…shit…goddamn…" you utter as you feel the pain. Surprisingly Julie doesn't seem any worse for wear.
"Wow. That was lucky. Thanks Suzy." She says in a bit of an animated tone. You look at her eyes and see that her pupils dilated.
"Julie are you fucking high right now?"
"Uh…I don't know…"
"Goddamnit Julie, really?"
"I needed a little to take the edge off! I mean I've been practically sober for the past few days and I needed something to keep myself from breaking down completely! I've already proven I'm no good in these high stress situations and now we're going to enter a whole new level of fucked upness by leaving this house! I'm sorry if I'm not as strong as you!"

You don't really have time to argue with Julie about this right now, but she might have a point. If drugs are going to keep her from melting down into a quivering mess then maybe it is for the best that she's a little high. The funny thing is before all this happened you were the one that was a bit more of a worrywart and Julie tended to have a more laid back approach to life. Just goes to show how one can never tell how people will react in an emergency situation.

"Alright fine, but we're going to deal with this later and where are the car keys? I'll be damned if I'm going to let you drive in your condition."

Grabbing the keys from Julie, you pick yourself up and grab your own bags and cautiously open the front door.

"Alright we need to throw these bags in the back of car as quick as possible and then drive off equally as fast. These weekend warriors are patrolling all over this neighborhood and who knows where those rabid things are."

You and Julie run over to the car and open up the doors and start throwing in your bags. Takes a moment for Julie to shove in her big luggage case, but she gets it in. The pair of you then get in the front seats of the car and you start up the car.

You actually manage to swing the car out into the street before you hear shouting and then fired upon. Julie screams as the sounds of glass shatter behind you from the bullets. You keep it together and just drive hoping that there aren't too many of the guard in front of you.

It's a false hope as you do indeed bump into more than a couple patrols with itchy trigger fingers. Some you try to avoid by going down other streets. Others are actually busy fighting off others. How you and Julie aren't hit by any that do shoot at you is something of a minor miracle, but the car certainly doesn't come through unscathed since by the time you manage to make out of Julie's neighborhood, it's making rattling sounds.

"Oh god! I knew we shouldn't have left! The car's gonna die and then so will we!" Julie shouts.
"Julie take some more of your happy pills or calm the fuck down, I'm trying to think! Shit! There's some of those things!" you say as you smash the car into two insane looking individuals that just jumped out of nowhere. One goes flying off to the side and the other falls backwards in front of your car, which then promptly runs over him entirely.

You continue to drive and try to keep off the main streets though with your car now making several clattering sounds you're not exactly keeping a low profile.

"We're never going to make it out of this town! Not with the car in this condition! We need to go back!" Julie exclaims.
"We can't go back now Julie! I told you to take some more of… whatever it is you take and let me try to fucking think!" you say while trying to keep an eye on your immediate surroundings.

"Okay. I'm thinking that we're currently not too far from my house. I suppose we could go there and try to help Peter look for my brother's shelter and hold up in there. At the very least we could exchange cars there. I'm sure Peter isn't going to have any intention on using his.

Julie doesn't really answer you, she's too busy digging in her pockets for pills. You decide to just go ahead and head to your house.

Your drive there isn't quite as eventful as your escape from Julie's house, but it isn't without peril. The National Guard isn't quite as in control in your part of the town and there are far more of the rabid roaming around either chasing down normal people or attempting to break into houses. Most of them don't attempt to attack you, or if they do, you just continue driving fast enough that they don't get the chance.

By the time you get to your own house, your neighborhood is eerily quiet. There are definitely signs of past conflict all over the place, but there is nobody on the streets and most homes are not lit either. (Though you do see broken doors and windows on a lot of them) Fortunately your own house doesn't look damaged (At least not from the front)

You half expect to get swarmed by crazies as soon as you park in front of your house, but instead your only major concern is herding Julie's high ass to the front door and getting inside with all the bags you're both carrying.

"PETER?! Are you here?!" you call out when you get in the door since you saw his vehicle in the driveway. There is no answer though. You dump all your bags on the floor while Julie practically just collapses on the floor with her bags.

You help her up and lay her down on the sofa and see that she's feeling quite numb now, though she still tries to grip on to you when you pull away.

"Suzy, don't leave me…please…"
"Julie, I have to see if Peter's in the house or if it's just us. I won't be that far away."
"Suzy…I'm sorry I'm so fucked up…I don't know what…I would've done if you weren't around…"
"Julie, just rest right now."

With this last bit of reassurance Julie faintly smiles and closes her eyes.

The first thing you do is search the ground floor. Amazingly it doesn't look like your house has been attacked at all. Even looking out into the backyard things look fairly untouched.

Then you search the connected garage and that's when you wish you hadn't.

You find Peter and another unknown man both not quite entirely dressed, but that isn't the disturbing part. The fact that they're both dead is the disturbing part.

The garage itself is a bit of a mess, like there was definitely a struggle, and your brother's body and the body of who you presume is his lover or client both show signs of blunt trauma. Looks like their necks were both broken to ultimately kill them though.

You aren't sure what to think. You feel like you should be more upset than you are, but given what you've already experienced you've become desensitized. You're actually more concerned with how this happened. There isn't anyone else here to your knowledge and if it had been one of those things, the bodies would probably have bite marks. You suppose it could've been regular bandits or robbers, but you'd expect gunshot or even knife wounds and neither have that.

Also if it was bandits that killed them, you wonder why they wouldn't take Peter's car since his keys are still sitting on a dresser nearby. Whether Peter was planning on leaving himself or still looking for Ben's hidden shelter (And if he found it or not) you'll never know you suppose.

In any event you have the means to leave immediately if you so desire which given the uneasiness of this situation might not be a bad idea, but then again it's starting to get dark so it still might be best to bunk here for the night at least.

[User] You leave in Peter's car

[Assistant]
After pondering it several times over, you think it would be best to just get the hell out of this town. You're not wasting your time looking for Ben's hidden shelter, and after finding your brother's body in here, you don't think this would be a safe place to stay the night.

"Julie, come on get up, we're not staying here." You say jostling her.
"Mgh, can't we just rest here? I'm so tired and it's safe here." She says.
"No it isn't, I just found my dead brother in the fucking garage along with his boyfriend or whoever that guy is…"
"Holy shit, seriously?" Julie says waking up a bit.
"Yeah, so let's get the hell out of here! Come on, grab your bags."

With some effort, Julie rouses herself from her drug induced exhaustion and grabs her bags. You get your own and make your way to Peter's car.

After loading it up as quickly as possible, Julie slumps into the passenger seat and you get into the driver's seat and start it up. So far nothing has come running to attack you, but certainly don't want to stick around for it happen.

You make your way towards what you believe is going to be the quickest way out of town, but instead you come across more National Guard barricades. Naturally they tell you to stop, but you don't and once again you're making U-Turns under a hail of fire.

"Holy shit Julie! We just got out of being shot at once before, do we really have to do this again?! Can't we just go back…"
"JULIE SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M TRYING TO GET US THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" you scream and serve down a side street. Julie of course starts crying.

You're so harried and frustrated that you barely even know where you are. This town might not be the largest, but it seems like a maze when you barely leave the house for years.

You drive into an area that is literally swarming with the rabid. From the abandoned military vehicles it looks like the National Guard lost its battle here. A crowd of rabid see and hear your car and start immediately running towards you.

"Julie we can't run them all over! The car will overturn! Turn back! Turn back!" Julie screams, but you don't listen.

You slam the gas pedal and go full speed ahead.

You run over several of them and then their bodies begin to get stuck in the wheels causing the car to skid and spin. You attempt to maintain control, but you fail to do so and the car flips over lands against the wall of a building upside down.

You're hurt, but since you had your seatbelt on, you're still able to move, but unfortunately, you can't open the door on your side because it's crushed against a wall.

You look over to Julie and she's not moving. In fact she's half way through the windshield. She's obviously dead, but that isn't what concerns you at the moment. What concerns you is the rest of the rabid running over to the car.

After a few moments of struggling, the rabid eventually pull you out of the car and sink their teeth into you and gnaw straight through your bones. You die screaming as they eat you alive.


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

[User] You continue to talk to her about Kong

[Assistant]
"Look he says he's really sorry. Why don't you just give him a second chance?" you continue to press the issue.
"I said NO and if he sent you here to convince me then you can go right back and tell him you fuckin' failed!"
"Oh so Glenn's such a better choice huh? I though you were supposed to be a feminist. Usually those types are smart, you're about as bright as a fucking busted nightlight!"
"Get the fuck outta my house, you fuckin' males are all alike! Trying to boss us around and tell us what to do!"
"Yeah, yeah fine I'm outta here, enjoy bein' Glenn's fuck toy. I swear you bitches never know what the fuck you want…"

That last remark gets you a hard slap from Nancy. You go flying from the table and through the window and continue flying until you hit a tree. You then fall to the ground in a heap. You attempt to stand back up, but you're very woozy. You see Kong sitting nearby watching you try to regain your balance. She must've knocked you back to where you started!

"Well let me guess, she's not taking me back." He says
"Got it in one Kong." You say and then fall unconscious.


[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] Continue

[Assistant]
Jessica didn't ask for your help, and you don't want to make an annoyance of yourself, so you go to your seat and quietly do your work.

Soon, Jessica comes up to you and asks you for your help, since she knows you're good with computers. You're glad to lend her a hand. You've always liked her to some degree even if you never showed it. Now you have the perfect opportunity to do so.

As you explain things to her you get the feeling she no longer thinks of you as your sister's "creepy" brother anymore. She really welcomes your help.

Class ends and your confidence increases. You think you might even ask Jessica out tomorrow!

Lunchtime comes around and Aaron sits next to you as he normally does. He continues to thank you for what you did earlier. He says you've inspired him a bit.

Meanwhile you happen to over hear your sister's boyfriend Butch, who's bragging about his sexual exploits to his friends.

"Yeah I fucked that bitch straight in the fucking ass last night! Haw Haw!"

You're about to get up to defend your sister's honor, but suddenly you realize he's talking about a completely different girl. It appears Butch has been cheating on your sister again.

[User] You keep quiet

[Assistant]
Maybe you've gained a little more confidence in yourself, but you're not an idiot. You can see Butch has six of his friends there. They're all bigger and stronger than you, being on the football team and all.

You aren't going to let this go though. Lunch ends and you head to the rest of your classes as normal. After school you run into your sister, who looks happy to see you, until you mention what you heard Butch say.

She get mad, but not at you. She sees Butch coming out of the school and immediately confronts him and starts yelling at him. He starts yelling back.

[User] You stick around

[Assistant]
You aren't just going to leave, you stick around just in case Butch gets violent. Good thing you did, his temper gets worse and he raises his hand to your sister, which you immediately stop. He turns and can't believe you would dare confront him.

"Huh! You think just because you kicked Henry's ass today, you think you're fucking tough shit? I'm gonna fucking kick your nuts up through your fucking throat! An there ain't no teachers around to break this up!"

Butch swings at you and you dodge. You land some hits, but he's very strong. You feel a great crushing force to your stomach as he slams his fist into it. You fall trying to catch your breath, almost expecting him to finish you off, but Aaron comes out of no where and kicks him in the back of the head! Your earlier actions of defending Aaron have caused him to return the favor. He has distracted Butch long enough for you to punch him in the nuts as hard as you can three times.

Butch falls and is in no condition to do anything. Your sister then proceeds to tell him its over for good this time and kicks him a couple times as well.

Well you've accomplished a lot today at school. You've become a real defender, all your previously repressed energy has been channeled positively. However, home still awaits you and you know who awaits you there.

[User] You go home

[Assistant]
No point in avoiding it. You have to go home eventually. Your sister isn't staying out tonight, since she's just broken up with Butch. You take this opportunity to convince her that you should put up a united front against Mom. She agrees completely and says its about time Mom's tyranny came to an end.

You both get home, and psychologically prepare yourself for the battle with Mom, and then she enters the door...

The battle is joined! Mom starts in on both of you right away! Its a very intense and long arguement, but you have the confidence to finally stand up to her and you also have your sister to back you up. As much as Mom continues to threaten to throw you both out of the house, you can tell she's bluffing. She doesn't REALLY want either of you to leave her. If you guys weren't there, she'd have nobody around and then she'd truely be alone.

The arguement lasts into the night, but it finally ends, with you as the victor. Mom eventually half-heartedly gives in, but not before telling the both of you, what ungrateful brats you are.

You go to bed that night, with a complete and total feeling of liberation. You have confidence that you've never had before and you can FEEL. By god, you can finally feel!

Another day breaks, and you feel absolute joy.