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

[User] You take a new path

[Assistant]
You have to admit you HAVE always been a bit curious, and this probably would be the easiest way to satisfy that curiosity.

"Fuck it." You say to yourself, throw your "wedding dress" aside and you turn around and approach Helen.

"Take off all your clothes." You say.
"Wha…what?" Helen remarks in surprise.
"Take off all your clothes. Obviously we got some things to work out before we proceed any further, or more specifically I got some things to work out before I proceed any further. So get your clothes off." You say and head over to the bed where you start taking off your own.

This is uncharted territory for you, but strangely as you lie in bed completely naked, you're not quite as nervous about it as you thought you might be. When Helen finally gets naked, you see she has nice little body on her. Her tits aren't as big as yours, but nobody's perfect.

As mildly anxious as you are, Helen has to be doubly so. She might've made the "first move" but you've definitely taken the lead. Helen's also a virgin for all intents and purposes. You wonder if that might be making all this a little hotter for you.

"You're very beautiful." Helen says walking over to you.
"Yeah…oh you're not bad yourself. So…you ready to do this?" you ask.
"Yes, I'm ready…um…I've never done this before with anyone…how should we start?" Helen asks.
"Uh, I guess kissing. Even in the movies they usually start like that." You reply.
"Okay." Helen remarks compliantly.

Helen lies next to you and the pair of you begin kissing and caressing each other. It's definitely different than when you're with Bobby who tends to be a little rougher. This really isn't all that bad; in fact the only downside is Helen is doing a lot of talking instead of focusing on the task at hand. It's not even dirty talk; she keeps asking questions if she's doing something right. Doesn't take you long before you start pushing her head down so she can stop talking altogether.

"Oh…okay…" Helen remarks as she gets the hint.
"And Helen, I don't want any more talking. Just focus, understand? Yeah…mmm…just like that…" you say as you feel the magic starting to happen.

Your back starts arching, your toes start curling, you begin to make moans of pleasure and grab the back of Helen's head. You're generally in a state of bliss as Helen does her thing. At this moment nothing else exists except your pleasure so you aren't paying any attention to the noise that is going on outside.

And you aren't paying attention to the door when it opens up…

"Urgh! What the fuck are you two doing?!" Veronica exclaims with a gun in her hand.
"Oh! Um…uh…" Helen stutters as she wipes her mouth and raises her head up and probably looking like a deer in the headlights from Veronica's perspective.
"SHIT! Doesn't anyone fucking knock!? What the hell are you doing in here waving a gun around?" you say and try to cover up as much as you can.

"I was coming to warn you that we're being fucking attacked by zombies! I didn't realize I was going to walk in on you two dyking it out! Does Bobby know about this?" Veronica says.
"Nevermind all that, did you just say zombies are attacking us?" you ask.
"Yeah, I mean…I dunno if they are. Maybe they're just rabid humans or something, but they're gnashing their teeth, moaning and coming at us like something out of a horror movie. We need all the help we can get to repel these things!"
"We'll be ready in a moment." You say as Veronica shakes her head.
"Well you two better hurry up, (Sigh) honestly, we're getting attacked and you two are busy licking…"

A loud crashing noise followed by gunfire is heard from downstairs.

"Shit! That sounded close! I gotta go!" Veronica shouts and you hear her run off.

Well at least it looks like Bobby's finally lit a fire under his relative's asses to pull their weight around here.

"(Sigh) Fucking zombies. Of course this day couldn't just be a pleasant one." You say fumbling with your clothing.
"I hope we get down there in time to help Bobby." Helen says getting dressed as well.
"We will, hold on let me get something first."

You go to Bobby's clothing drawer to get the spare gun he mentioned yesterday.

"Hey, what about me?" Helen asks.
"Well, just grab a blunt object! Unplug that desk lamp and use that to bash those freaks' heads in I guess."
"Suzy, I don't really want to argue, but do you even know how to use a gun properly? Maybe you should give me the gun and you just stay behind me."
"For your information my older brother Ben DID show me how to shoot a gun…a few times."
"A few times…Suzy, I was taught to fire a gun, aim and everything else before I was ten. I'm just saying in a situation like this, it might be best if I have the gun, I'm sure when we get to the others, Bobby will give you another one of his." Helen remarks.
"Yeah and in the mean time I'm fucking defenseless."
"You won't be! I'll protect you and I think you can count on that." Helen says and then follows up by putting her arm around your waist and then sensually kissing you on the lips.

You ALMOST want to head right back to the bed, but unfortunately you've got more important things to deal with.

"Okay, okay, you can take the gun, but me and you are definitely going to finish what we started after all this is over." You say and go unplug the small desk lamp you mentioned earlier to Helen and take it as a makeshift weapon.

The pair of you head through the corridor and down the stairs both not making many comments at this point. Might be due to the situation being more than a little tense and its only getting more so as the gunfire, yelling and guttural noises are getting louder as you approach the center of the fighting.

Helen then suddenly stops and turns to you.

"Suzy?" Helen says.
"What!?" you ask.
"I just want you to know that if something goes wrong…"
"Helen, nothing is going to go wrong, but we need to just focus and get to Bobby."
"Well just in case it does, I just want you to know I love…"
"SHIT HELEN! SHOOT! SHOOT!" you exclaim when you see two creatures bursting through the door in front of you.

Helen spins around and fires, hiting one of them square in the chest twice, but it doesn't even slow down, it just tackles Helen onto the floor. She drops her pistol and struggles with the creature while calling for you to help and while you'd love to do just that, the second creature is currently trying to make a meal out of you.

You swing at the creature a couple times, but it moves in such a jerky motion that you don't land a good hit and cause only a glancing blow to its head. Still it's enough to give you a bit of a breather while the thing tries to get back up off the floor.

You spy the gun nearby and wonder if you should go for it or help Helen directly first.

[User] You help Helen

[Assistant]
With as much strength as you can muster, you swing the lamp upside the head of the creature that is pinning Helen to the floor which is enough to cause it roll off of Helen, but not enough to kill it.

You soon have problems of your own when the second creature you hit before has completely recovered and tackles you to the floor.

With the map still in hand, you attempt to swing it from your prone position, but the creature has already dug its fingers deep into that arm and forcibly holds it to prevent you from doing so. You manage to keep it from biting your face off by at least pushing your forearms up across its neck. At this close range, it doesn't look rotten, just very dirty looking and crazed. Still, undead or not, you don't want to risk getting bit, let alone killed and eaten.

As you struggle with the creature on the floor, a shot is fired into the side of the thing's head and blood splatters on you, the floor and partially on the nearby wall.

"Shit!" you shout and then try to pull yourself out from under the corpse. While you're doing that, another shot is fired killing the other creature that was previously on top of Helen and recovering from the blow it took to the head from you. She then places two more headshots to both bodies.

"I think they're dead, we can't waste bullets, if there are more of them." You say.
"Are you okay?" Helen asks touching your bruised arm, which aches.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"These things aren't really rotten looking or anything. Maybe they aren't undead." Helen says.
"Well I still don't want to get killed and eaten by some virus infected asshole. Come on, this isn't over yet." You say.

By the time you get to Bobby and the rest of the family's location, they've managed to wipe out most of the things and you and Helen don't have much to do. Still, you wonder about their origin. Some sort of sickness perhaps? Maybe the government was fucking around with a secret weapon like they tend to do and it got out of hand. It would explain why there was a drastic rise in violence even before you left town and why the National Guard showed up later.

It isn't until after all the mad attackers are killed that Bobby manages to address you directly. He's incredibly tired looking, the rest of his family looks pretty tired too, but he looks like he's about to collapse.

"Are you okay?! They didn't bite you did they?" Bobby asks, stumbling a bit from exhaustion.
"No, I'm fine. We both are." You reply.
"Suzy saved my life." Helen remarks.
"Well, I think we both saved each other more than enough times this week." You say which causes a bit of a happiness of Helen's face.
"Could've used your help a lot sooner, if you hadn't been busy cheating on Bobby." Veronica snorts.

This remark causes every family member to stop what they are doing and take notice. Helen, looks more terrified than she did when facing the rabid people. Bobby looks more surprised than anyone. He looks at Veronica and then looks at you. You keep a straight face despite Veronica ratting you out.

"What's she talking about Suzy?"
"Well it's like this Bobby…" you say and then grab Helen close to you and give her a kiss on the cheek. Helen blushes a bit and tries to remain composed, but she's a mixture of bashful and fearful.

"Before all this shit went down, your sister and I were bonding in a way that I don't think you'll disapprove of. Helen loves you. I love you. Helen likes me and I've grown very fond of her and I want ALL of us to get married. Right now."

Now you've caught everyone off guard. One moment they're fighting for their lives, the next they're attending a wedding. Not mention this new bombshell you've dropped.

"Now?" Bobby asks.
"We just won a great victory! What, you don't want to marry two beautiful women?" you say.
"I didn't say that, I just…this is a bit surprising. Helen, I never knew you felt this way…why didn't you tell me? I guess it doesn't matter, we can discuss this in more detail afterwards, but by Tiamat's Chaotic Cunt and Twenty Tits YES! I'll marry the pair of you!" Bobby shouts and then you turn to Helen.

"Helen why don't you go get your grandmother's wedding dress and wear it?" You say causing her eyes to light up.
"You…you really want me to wear it? Are you sure?!" she asks.
"I'm sure. I think you deserve the honors and I think she'd want you to wear it."
"Oh thank you Suzy!" she says and kisses you on the lips and runs off.

Bobby at this point tells Brandon and Ronald to drag Diana out from her cell. Veronica looks slightly disappointed by the lack of drama and is even more disappointed when Bobby tells her to gather the children for the wedding. He then warns everyone to still keep an eye out for anymore of those rabid bastards just in case you didn't get them all.

Everyone complies and soon you and Bobby are left by yourselves. Bobby takes a seat to briefly rest. He yawns several times in a row and is struggling to stay awake, but you can tell your enthusiasm for the wedding has energized him a bit. You decide to keep the energy going by sitting on his lap and making a fuss.

"Hey, it's not time for the honeymoon yet." Bobby remarks with a brief chuckle.
"Oh it's always times for the honeymoon with you." You say.
"Damn, I wish I wasn't so tired…hope I don't stumble over the joining passage when I'm marrying us." Bobby remarks as he rubs your legs.
"Wait, isn't someone else doing that?"
"Huh? No, I'm doing it. I mean I'm the high priest here. Technically it could just be me and you here."
"What? That's it? We could've done that a long time ago!"
"I'm glad I didn't because obviously Helen would've missed out…wow still can't believe she was in love with me all this time…"
"Is it so hard to believe?"
"I guess I just wasn't paying attention to her. I mean it makes sense in retrospect given how attentive she's always been…just don't know why she never said anything before."
"Scared of Diana."
"That makes sense…speaking of not saying anything. Why didn't YOU tell me you were also into girls, let alone my sister?" Bobby asks.

You wrap your arms around Bobby and lean your body against him.

"Eh…well I sort of went through some odd self discovery lately…I'm not into girls so much as I just like your sister. I can't quite explain it all properly right now, maybe later. Let's just say it's been a weird week. Besides isn't all this spontaneity along with the carnage causing Tiamat's chaotic glory smile upon us or something?" You say.

Bobby looks around at the nearby mess of broken furniture and the couple bodies laying on the floor and smiles.

"I suppose you're right."

A few more moments pass as you wait for everyone to return. In the meantime you let Bobby rest a bit by closing his eyes. Veronica and Denise return first with all the children. Brandon and Ronald arrive gripping Diana by each arm. Predictably she's swearing up a storm and accusing everyone of being against her.

It wakes Bobby up from his brief nap.

"Oh? Everyone here? Good. Let's get this started. (Yawn) Sorry, I'm so damn tired…"
"Helen's not here yet. You don't need to stand up for this, just keep resting in your chair and I'll just be right here on your lap. I'm sure that's acceptable to everyone right?" you ask.

Before anyone can answer you, Helen returns in her grandmother's wedding dress. Everyone is in awe of how sexy she looks in it. If Bobby needed anymore rousing from his tired state, this has certainly done it. She's not having any problems walking on the heels either. In fact the only two who aren't in awe, are you mainly because you were just having sex with her not too long ago and this a pale substitute and Diana who just swears and looks disgusted.

"How do I look?" she asks a bit nervously.
"Well I'd do you right now, if it was just Bobby here." You say.
"By Tiamat's Angry Asshole I'm not fucking believing this! You're seriously going to marry them both? The traitor and the whore? I guess it would take two to replace me! Your TRUE soul mate!" Diana yells.

Ignoring Diana, Helen sits next to you and Bobby and the three of you hold hands as he recites what you guess is a passage from whatever holy book of Tiamat he got it from and when the time comes, you both accept your place as his wives.

Then the three of you exchange kisses with each other. Most of Bobby's family claps if they are able. It's definitely unusual, but it feels so right. You now feel like you belong here.

"Here. I've been carrying this in my pocket the whole day, nearly forgot it was there." Bobby remarks and hands you a ring with a sizable red diamond in the center and smaller black inlayed around it. It's definitely beautiful and when you try it on, you find that it fits perfectly.

"You…you gave her grandma's ring?! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! You dishonor that woman! I hope grandma's spirit comes back and rapes the three of you with a fucking broom handle!" Diana shouts.

Bobby ignores Diana and turns to Helen.

"I apologize…I didn't know I'd be blessed with a second bride today. I don't have another ring. I'll have to acquire another." He says to Helen.
"Oh that's okay. I'm just so happy to be married to you at last!" Helen says and squeezes him tightly.

Diana is completely livid.

"Oh fuck this! Fuck ALL of this! FUCK Tiamat! FUCK this family! FUCK my treacherous bitch of a sister! FUCK your blonde whore! And most importantly FUCK YOU BOBBY! FUCK YOU, you fucking fickle cheating bastard. Just fucking kill me now so I can leave this fucking shameful spectacle.

At this point Bobby calmly pulls out a knife.

"Who wants to do the honors?"

You take the knife and look over at Helen.

"Did you want to be the one?" you ask Helen.
"Can we do it together?" Helen asks.
"Of course." You answer.

The pair of you stand and walk over to Diana who has now become silent. You can't imagine the rage she's experiencing, but her gaze would burn through you both if it could.

You raise the knife and then Helen stand behind you and puts one arm around your waist and then one hand on yours that holds the handle so they are like one. You turn your head slightly over your right shoulder to give her a kiss and then together with one single thrust you both jam the knife into Diana's chest.

The blade strikes true, puncturing her heart. The hatred still burns in Diana's eyes as she coughs up blood, wheezing and finally dying. Brandon and Ronald let her body flop to the floor when her life force is gone.

And there it is, your first kill.

"Was it good for you?" Helen asks.
"Oh it was the best." You say.

At this point Bobby is completely alert.

"As hot as all this is and despite this being my wedding day…sadly duty comes first and this house has to be put in order. Who knows if we're going to get attacked again. Let's start with the clean up." Bobby orders.

Clean up goes relatively fast. Around the house at least since that's your primary concern. You go for the quick dirty approach of just getting all the dead bodies in one pile outside. You briefly think about burning them, but Bobby says that might attract attention and doing it tomorrow when everyone is more awake enough to defend this place properly is a better idea.

Broken windows and the front door are barricaded with furniture for the night.

Somewhere just after midnight everyone is ready to crash. Bobby, who has been practically sleep walking by this point just tells everyone to sleep with a weapon tonight and you can all just roll the dice without a night watch tonight. Nobody argues.

You and Helen help Bobby upstairs and three of you collapse on the bed. You and Helen still have a bit of energy left and you briefly consider celebrating your honeymoon without him, but that doesn't seem quite right despite the fact that you really wanted to finish what was started in this bedroom.

Instead you cuddle up to Bobby who is fast asleep at this point while Helen snuggles next to you. Feeling very loved, you head into dreamland, not even worrying about how Grandma Morningstar might fuck with you tonight.

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
SATURDAY

"Suzy! You've won! You've truly overcome all odds! You have not only survived the various uncertain events of this week, but you've also thrived! Ladies and gentlemen, let's give our small town girl some applause and respect for she truly is worthy of it!"

As the crowd claps, whistles and stomps their feet in support, you sit at a large table by yourself looking at…

A huge plate of those little Vienna sausages.

"Let me guess, they double as looking like oversized clits along with being phallic." You say.

No sooner have you said that, when everything disappears and you're facing Grandma Morningstar in the blasted wasteland again.

"Hey, that's quick catching on to the symbolism there, blondie." Grandma Morningstar says.
"I have my moments. So am I finally done with all this nonsense? Am I finally meeting this Misty?" you say.
"You figure out who it is yet?"
"Yeah and I can't believe I didn't catch it before. Misty…MISS T…Tiamat." You answer.
"Well shit, you're two for two! Glad to see you're on a roll and your pretty little blonde head finally got it, but no you don't get to meet her."
"What? After all this build up? Seems pretty anti-climatic."
"Yeah, well she's busy. Besides the jury's still out on you a bit."
"What? Didn't I win? I'm part of the family now. I mean I killed a bitch for Tiamat, married a pair of siblings and everything!" you say.
"So? You didn't like Diana to begin with, it wasn't like were killing some stranger you didn't have any grudge against. As far as marrying two of my grand children, well that's certainly unconventional, but hardly very interesting in the scheme of things. Though I suppose given how boring and repressed your basement dwelling years were you probably think you're a real wild woman."
"So what was the point of all this?!"
"None really…well I suppose for my own curiosity I did want to see if Bobby's blonde beauty was even worthy of being in this family and despite what I just said, the fact that you've been speaking with me means you're probably closer to Tiamat than most of them even are. The lot you're with are practically sheep to be lead around by the nose by Bobby. And Bobby's so in love with you he'll do anything for you. I mean sure you added Helen to the mix, but Bobby is always going to love you more. Helen's just so thrilled to be there that she's easily pliable as well. I dare say you probably could get either one of them to do what you want if you really pushed for it…but then you sort of already knew that didn't you?" Grandma Morningstar says with slight smile.

You don't say anything for a moment.

"Well it wasn't all because I felt sorry for Helen and that she gave good head. Helen being a second wife means she can have that whole mess o' babies Bobby wants. Let her worry about getting fat, stretch marks and the pain of child birth." You remark.
"Heh, interesting approach. So I take it you're going to be the opinionated sexy fun wife while Helen gets to be the submissive, baby and sandwich making one."
"Pretty much."
"Well guess you aren't quite as mediocre as you appear. That's good. Well maybe Tiamat doesn't give a shit, but I like you. In fact if I was still alive and decades younger, I'd bend you over and fuck you in the ass raw with a strap on. Make you say my name while I pulled that pretty golden hair of yours. Wouldn't that be fun?" Grandma Morningstar says with a creepy leer.
"Um…no." you just say backing away.

Grandma Morningstar cackles.

"Still prudish as ever. See ya around blondie, I think you'll be alright."

Grandma Morningstar waves goodbye to you, disappears and everything around you gets dark.

And you wake up.

You turn your head to the right and see Bobby reading and partially under the blankets. To your left Helen's face and body is practically on top of your own as she's still cuddled up next to you and got her arm around you.

When you try to move, Helen moves with you.

"Helen, Helen, move your arm, I need to sit up." You say.
"Huh? But I like holding you." Helen says still half asleep.
"Of course you do, but you still need to move." You say and forcibly move Helen's arm. She begins to stir a bit now that you've disturbed her comfort.

"It's about time you got up. You look a little frazzled. Bad dream?" Bobby asks putting his book away.
"Eh…better than others I've had this week. Probably should talk about at some point later, but I'm surprised to see you here. I figured you were going to going to get up early to work on the compound's defenses." You say.
"I didn't sleep for practically a day remember? Anyway, I did get up earlier and gave everyone their orders of what I want worked on then I told everyone not to disturb me unless cannibals or more asshole family members are trying to wreck the place. So far haven't had any trouble. Glad to see I don't have to hover around them constantly. I'm sort of surprised Helen has been asleep all day, she tends to wake up earlier than I do to see to the young ones." Bobby remarks.
"I felt I deserved a day off." Helen remarks starting to become more energetic.

At this point Bobby brings you closer to him by putting his arm around you. Helen also starts getting gropey again and you're now the meat in an incest sandwich.

"So how exactly are we doing this?" Bobby asks.
"Should we take turns?" Helen asks.
"I don't see why with a little bit of maneuvering, we can't all just get our pleasure simultaneously. Helen, you're still technically a virgin AND you've been practically waiting your whole life to get fucked by Bobby, so why don't we get that out of the way and then at the same time when he's doing you from behind, you can finish up where we left off yesterday. We can sort of go from there."
"Suzy…oh you're the best! I just love you so much! You're so thoughtful!" Helen exclaims squeezing you tightly.
"Hey, okay, okay, you can show your appreciation when your tongue is deep inside me. So, Bobby are you okay with this arrangement?" you say.
"Sure, but at some point during all of this, THIS is going inside you." Bobby says pointing at his dick for emphasis.
"I sure hope so." You say and kiss Bobby.

The three of you move around to get into your positions. Helen and Bobby briefly make out a bit and exchange a few sweet words to each other before getting to it. You imagine that this has got to be the best day her life. Actually it's probably Bobby's as well, but that's for different reasons.

As the three of you enjoy each other's company, a feeling of satisfaction overcomes you. Not sexual satisfaction…well there is that too, but you genuinely feel good about your situation. You have not one, but two people who love you very much. Helen's a bit "clingy" but you think you can handle that.

At one time having a three way with a pair of siblings after killing someone would've been unthinkable, but then again it didn't turn out quite so terrible either. While you're still not quite into all this Tiamat worshipping, you do have a slightly new outlook on life now.

You briefly wonder if you're "evil" for not only going along with all this, but also enjoying it to a small degree, but what other options did you really have? You're making the best of the current situation and you won't apologize for it. You're no longer that basement dwelling "good girl" anymore.

While you're in the middle of riding Bobby's dick and Helen sucking on one of your tits, that's when a flash of bright light briefly covers the windows and a loud noise is heard in the distance.

"Shit what the hell was that?" Bobby asks sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"I dunno, I'm glad we weren't looking directly at that flash though. I had my back to the window and that was still fucking bright." You remark

Helen doesn't say anything, she's still just rubbing her eyes, and then Bobby motions you to get off of him.

"Wait a minute, I think I know what it was…" Bobby says and gets up off the bed.

He walks over to the window and you and Helen follow close behind.

In the distance to the west, you see the remnants of a mushroom cloud. Probably landed on Security City or near it. You can only guess it probably wasn't a big one, but you're still a little concerned if you're in some sort of fallout radius.

"By Tiamat…" Helen says and squeezes Bobby tightly out of nervousness.
"So…they finally went and did it." You say.
"Looks like. (Sigh) Shit." Bobby says.
"What's wrong? I thought we were prepared for this sort of thing." You say.
"Oh we are. I'm not even worried about that, it's just I wanted to spend the day relaxing with the pair of you. Now? Well I think you know I'm going to have to go and direct everyone. Oh to hell with it, the apocalypse isn't going anywhere. Let's go back to what we were doing."
"Works for me." You agree while Helen nods and smiles.

Eventually you will have to deal with this new world and whatever its going to throw at you, but for now the three of you are going to get back to enjoying yourselves after this chaotic week.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Parent of Sanity

The Future…

"Mom, are you really sure you want to go to Emberville with me? I mean it's not exactly a relaxing journey." Enki asks.
"You don't think your mother can handle herself in a fight? I have been living in this post apocalyptic hell longer than you have, you know. Would you rather Aiden and Nadia go with you, because right now they're the only two not immediately busy."
"Yeah I know…don't really feel like dealing with ongoing private jokes at my expense on the trip. Okay, I guess I'd rather have you along."
"Well geez, I guess I should be honored you're allowing me to come with you." You remark.
"I didn't mean it like that…I just…look, are you fully prepared for this trip?"
"Of course, I got all my gear and everything. This isn't the first time I've been out of the compound you know. It isn't even my first trip to Emberville."
"Okay, okay, Mom, I get it. You're a wasteland bad ass, let's go."

You and your son get in the armored car and after a quick wave to one of the Morningstars at the gate you're soon on your way. You study Enki for a moment just sort of recognizing how much he looks more like you than his father. His personality is certainly more similar to yours as well.

Enki notices you studying him.

"What?" he questions.
"Nothing son." You say and then pausing to think of what to say to try to lighten up the mood.

"See? This is nice. How often do we get to spend any quality time together like this anymore? You're always locked in your workshop tinkering with gadgets and reading. It does us both some good to get out once in awhile." You say.

Enki just gives you a brief look before turning his attention back to the road. He isn't convinced that leaving the compound is ever a good idea, and you can't really blame him, but you're going to reinforce some life lessons in him today. That is one reason why you came on this trip, another is just so you can get away from Helen gushing about being pregnant for the umpteenth time.

You take a look behind your seat and see the several crates of berries and apples in the storage area.

"Those Emberville mutants sure enjoy their fruit. They'll trade just about anything for it, even medicine. Then I suppose medicine is probably the last thing they need now so it makes sense." You remark.
"Yeah, well I always feel like some of them are going to dispense with the civility one day and just take all our fruit, along with cooking me up as well." Enki remarks.
"Nah…well maybe a few of them, but I think for the most part they know a good ongoing deal."
"I guess. I just hate having to make this run. I'd rather be working on improving our compound."
"Well in a perfect world, you'd be able to just shut yourself away from it and spend all your time reading those books you gather up from the libraries, but if you're going to really make it, you have to deal with people…and mutants, you know what I mean. A little diplomacy isn't a bad thing; it can even turn potential enemies into friends. Trust me I know." You say.
"Diplomacy… is that what we're doing with those trailer park people? I heard Dad's last raid destroyed some of their trailers and killed a lot of them. Not to mention we got all those captives for sacrifice."
"Well, sometimes diplomacy fails, which is why you also have to be prepared for war."
"Surprised you didn't have me help dad instead of doing these runs."
"Oh, I'd never allow that even though your father really wanted you to start going on raids with him."

Enki predictably gets a bit insulted by this remark. It's silly of course because you know it's more of a male ego thing, the reality is Enki wouldn't want to go on raids with his dad either.

"What?!" Enki exclaims.
"Calm down, I don't mean it how it sounds. I just mean I'm not having you risking your life on regular shoot outs with a bunch of hostile rednecks." You say.
"But…driving to miles to a town full of mutants is perfectly safe?"
"No, but despite your paranoia, it's a hell of a lot safer than what your dad and some of your older siblings and cousins are doing. Think about it. Have you actually had any major trouble since you've been doing this? Other than a bunch of mutants trying their best to look scary and intimidate you, have you REALLY had any trouble?"
"Well I had to shoot a few bikers trying to hijack the vehicle once and another time I had to prevent a mutant from stealing a crate of fruit and running off with it." Enki points out.
"Hm, glad to hear that you've been able to handle yourself, but that's still a far cry from what your dad has been dealing with."
"Yeah I get it, I'm not dad."
"No, you're not. You're me and that's a hell of a lot better. Now shut up and listen because this isn't something you can learn in a book."

Enki goes back to watching the road while you talk.

"I never really had a great desire for children, I suppose that was one reason why I suggested the current arrangement I have with your father and your aunt Helen. It's worked out fairly well I think and I know it makes Helen very happy. She gets to be perpetually pregnant and raise children and for the most part I get to avoid it. Well for awhile anyway, see, your father may have a fondness for Helen, but he'll never love her like he loves me…I think even Helen might know that, but she's fine with it. Your father REALLY wanted to have a child with me and eventually after some thought to it, I agreed and here you are."
"So I'm only here because you let dad impregnate you instead of aunt Helen?" Enki asks.
"I told you not to interrupt!" you snap.

You continue.

"Now of course the general assumption was that I'd probably just let Helen take care of you, but I didn't do that. I gave birth to you, and I felt you were MY responsibility. You and I may be Morningstars by name, but we both know that we're not really like the rest of them. Think about all your brothers, sisters and cousins, can you honestly say you feel any connection to any of them? I'm not asking if you like, love or even care for them, but don't you feel disconnected just a little?"
"Well…I suppose sometimes I do." Enki says.
"And that is exactly how I used to feel with my own family a long time ago. I used to hide out from the world as much as possible and I did a good job of it too and then one week…a bunch of shit happened that changed my life forever. Quite frankly if it hadn't been for your father I'm not sure if I would have even survived it, because I was near totally unprepared when the shit hit the fan."

Enki looks over at you a bit more interested in what you have to say now. Good.

"I don't want YOU to ever be that unprepared. Hence why you have to occasionally deal with the outside world no matter how shitty it is. Had I actually been prepared, maybe I could've made some better choices. Don't get me wrong, I think I made the best of a potentially bad situation and I'm happy with your father, and my current life could be a hell of a lot worse, but still sometimes I think: What if?"
"Doesn't Tiamat teach us all that life is chaos and that ultimately our choices don't really matter anyway?" Enki asks.
"Do you really believe in all that stuff?"
"Not really."
"Which is another example of how you stand out from the rest. You're intelligent and you're a potential leader, Enki. You're not like your siblings…or rather your half siblings. Helen can have as many incest babies as she likes, She can have them in the double digits to match their IQ levels and your father can use them in whatever war he likes. Your life however is much more valuable. You're MY son and there is only one of you."

Enki looks at you in not quite disbelief, but something close to it. He knows full well you've always had a major hand in directly raising him and teaching him about this harsh new world, but this is probably the first time you've come close to expressing a close bond with him. Not in a twisted way like so many of the other Morningstars engage in, but in a normal way.

"I love you son and whether you eventually become head of the family or if you decide to just strike out on your own completely and find your own path doesn't matter. Don't get stuck in a rut or allow yourself to feel trapped so you have no options. Ultimately just do what is best for you because that's all you can do in this world." You say.

Enki is visibly overcome a bit with emotion. Some eye watering occurs and in true male fashion he turns his head away so you can't see, which causes you to smile a bit.

"Don't worry son, you can let your guard down in front of me. Just don't let those mutants see you like that." you say.
"Yeah, definitely wouldn't want that to happen. Showing weakness in front of them is probably bad for diplomacy." Enki chuckles and briefly rubs his eyes.

As you and your son continue on your way to Emberville, you talk much more and can see Enki is going to be just fine.

Maybe you made some concessions to get where you are and you even had some fun doing it, but at least your son knows that he doesn't have to compromise and can be a master of his own destiny rather than being a slave to circumstance.

Even Grandma Morningstar would approve of that lesson.


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

[User] Continue

[Assistant] You are trapped and now along with the shambler in the silo. You could probably escape if you really tried. there are two sections of fence down here, if you stood on one and wedged the other up against the wall you are pretty certain you could make the jump off it and up onto the small walkway. It would be fairley easy to ambush those humans when they returned too.

[User] You wait out the quarantine, a few days wont hurt and you have things to test on the shambler

[Assistant]
Three days down here wont hurt you and will give your arm time to start healing. You will also be just as talkative and lucid as before so they will obviously think you are fine and let you back up at the end, you just need to bind your arm so the wound is not so obviously healing too quickly. You tear a strip off the bag they threw down as a temporary solution and bind the wound up "Not visible now at least" You think as you settle in for the long haul.

Since you are here with a completely trapped shambler you have the perfect test subject to work on the persistent rumors of Harbingers abilities. You take the time to think through them all carefully since you only have three days and want to use them to the fullest. "They are stronger and faster than humans, check, cos I am." You think to yourself "Two, they heal faster, also check. Three they can control hordes of infected, unknown. Four, they don't bleed, false but very useful." You pause for a moment to try and recall any other rumor but you draw a blank for now "Controlling the infected it is then" You think as you lie back down and begin staring hard at the shambler.

â€‹You only last a few moments before your head begins to throb at you and you decide that maybe giving the head wound a few more hours to heal before concentrating too hard might be a good plan so simply lie back and let your mind wander over past encounters with infected and over the one close to you now, how you might control its mind.

You drift off to sleep still thinking about the shambler and how to control it and do not wake up for a few hours.

[User] You sudden light in the face

[Assistant]
You are woken by a light flashing on your face and you sit up quickly to look around. You hadn't planned to fall asleep, just to rest for a few moments. You immediately hear a voice from above "He's still moving at least" You look up and see the man has a torch in his hand, no longer pointed in your face though "You still talking? You've slept an awful lot." He calls down to you.

You are about to answer back sarcastically but remember you are supposed to be nice at the moment "Yeh, the head wound was hurting so I decided to rest a bit more, it's not really like I have that many options down here." The man nods in response then heads back out. You notice the bags near the railing look a lot bigger though so they must have brought something back when they came in.

You lie back down to rest but realize you can feel somthing near you, like when someone is in the room and you can kind of feel it in the hairs on the back of your neck. You turn towards the source of the feeling and it is clearly the trapped shambler. You can actually sense it already, either your head wound or the sleep helped you. You immediately decide that giving yourself another head wound is out of the question so you decide that it must have been the sleeping while thinking about the shambler that did it.

You spend the rest of the day concentrating on the strange feeling and the shambler and slowly resolving it into something you can control a little better. By the end of the day you can sense the mind of the shambler as a small compressed haze which represents it's mind. Your concentration is occasional interrupted by the man and woman coming and going, dropping off what looks like fruit and veg into the large sacks "So this is their scavenging expedition then, they come to the farms to get food for where-ever their base is." The woman always takes a few moments to try and apologize for your treatment but each time you assure them that it is completely understandable and the only smart option and that finally seems to calm her about it and by even she simply trades pleasantries with you.

You go to sleep once more thinking about the shambler and affecting the haze which is its mind.

[User] The difference between the shambler and your guards

[Assistant]
You wake just after dawn and find a lot of dried blood on your lip "Dam nosebleeds"  you think as you wipe it off, wouldn't be good for the humans to see you bleeding like this, they might jump to conclusions and last night you saw the other two men again standing outside, and they were carrying rifles.

You turn to begin your concentration on the shambler like before but find you don't need to. You can sense it near you easily. you concentrate anyway and find you can sense thing from its mind, or what is left of it. It feels like the dying remains of a mind, weak and rotting away slowly. You can tell where it is injured though and with a slight push you make it lift its arm up in the air. You are about to rejoice when you feel wetness on your face and realize you have a massive nosebleed again. You quickly wipe it away again and wait for the bleeding to stop "guess the side effects are going to just keep being annoying for a while, going to have to be careful" you also feel the beginnings of a headache but as soon as you stopped concentrating it lessened slightly again.

You lie back to take a break and realize another difference. You can sense a haze above you too, very different than the one from the shambler, warmer, full of energy and life "So thats the mind of a normal human then, I wonder what mine appears like?" You think as you try and concentrate on the human minds.

You make a little progress and have reduced the haze to a small area around the sleeping humans when they begin to stir and the headache gets too strong. You take a complete break and rest while they do their short morning routine. The woman pauses to lean over and look down at you, realizing you are away and looking back she calls down "You'll be out soon, sorry again about this but as you said, we have to be safe!" You grin and reply "It really isn't a problem, I just get to rest down here all day while you guys go scavenging for food, you have the more dangerous job if there are more of those mutants out there."

The man cuts in a little suspicious "How do you know we are scavenging for food here?" You just laugh as you see the woman rolling her eyes at him. He looks a little confused before she fills him in "We come in here 3 or 4 times a day and dump food into the sacs like 6 feet from his head, I would be more worried if he didn't know what we were doing." The man pauses then realizes his mistake "Right, then I'll be outside when you are ready" is all he says as he heads out the door clearly embarrassed.

"The woman turns back to you "Sorry for that, he can be a little paranoid but his heart is in the right place. My name is Cara by the way" She gives you a big smile. "It's lovely to meet you Cara" you reply "And don't worry, the paranoid ones usually live longer these days."

She smiles again as she heads out "Perfect, she trusts me already, I'll be out soon" You think as you settle down to your tests. You make the shambler do a few tricks and after throwing a couple of pieces of wood at it, you are confident you can sense what is happening to it. You do however get a wicked headache again and decide that you will need to pace yourself a little more. The headaches seem to accompany progress but they also might be dangerous as shown by the nosebleeds.

You take the evening off just to recover more and spend more time chatting with the woman when she returns, trying to resolve the haze around her more, you finally fall asleep still concentrating on the human haze.

[User] You morning resolutions

[Assistant]
The morning comes with more progress, things with the shambler seems the same, you can make it do anything you want already, but above you the haze has defined more. You can tell the difference between Cara's mind and the man's. You had spent time the night before gathering details and had given your own name and some details of your life before the infection spread but you gave away little of your recent life, just glossed over it as a hard life scavenging along. You did tell them about loosing some comrades recently to garner a little sympathy and from their looks they both knew what it was like to loose friends.

Their minds also resolved to be clearer and softer. Utterly different from the shamblers beside you, almost the opposite, exuding life and clearly full of thought and emotion but you find you cannot affect them in any similar way or gather feelings from them, just sense that they have them. The energy they seem to exude does seem to make your hunger worse though, just knowing how much you would gain from eating them.

You exchange a few more pleasantries as they head out and Cara throws you down a ripe apple for a snack, you thank her as you bite into it and find that it surprisingly helps with your hunger a little. Not a lot, but enough to take the slightest edge off, you are used to human food tasting terrible and barely sustaining you so it is a very welcome surprise.

You relax and eat some of the other rations while thinking of the conversation the night before and what you had learned. They actually live in an old walled community a couple of days walking North of here. The large walls and steel gate kept infected out and guns held off the looters until they fell to the infected so they survived well. They are one of several scavenging teams that head out to gather food and supplies for the community. They give few other details but you guess they are small of number, maybe 30 in all but they seem to do well enough there.

You finally decide that it is time to do more tests but you have exhausted what you want to try on the shambler so you put your mind to trying to sense other things around you. This takes most of the day, a nose bleed and several headaches but by evening you can sense some minds at the periphery of where your senses reach. You remember an old barn in that direction so assume that is where the infected you sense must be, that means you have several hundred feet of sensing ability.

You relax as you feel the minds of the humans returning and make sure you don't have any blood left below your nose. THe evening passes like before with chatting and telling stories, it's been a while since you enjoyed yourself like this.

[User] You decision time

[Assistant]
You wake in the morning and realize that once more you slept through the night instead of the normal few hours "Must be the mental training" You think as you test your senses to see what changed while you slept. Sure enough you can feel the infected in the barn more clearly now and with less effort "Two shamblers, one nearly dead and the other near it also in bad shape. Must be trapped in the basement of somthing"  you think to yourself as the humans above you wake up.

Once awake Cara immediately leans down over the bar "Time to wake up! Let's get you out of there!" The man groggily stands beside her, "Are you sure about this?" but she just gives him a disparaging look until he goes to fetch a rope and lowers it down to you, tying one end off on the railing.

You catch it as it comes down and are about to start climbing up when you realize that your arm will be healed a lot further than a normal humans and your makeshift bandage is almost certainly going to be replaced soon, you're going to have to bluff.

You climb up, pretending to be careful of the wounded arm but you secretly put extra strain on it and can feel the wounds tearing open again slightly "Perfect" You think as you climb ove the railing and immediately find yourself receiving a huge hug from Cara. You are taken aback for a moment by the very unusual occurrence and have no time to act before she hops away again "That was for saving my life, I've owed you it!" The she quickly hops out of the hatch, you can see the two men holding rifles greet her as she passes. The man turns to you "Wait here for a bit, we have to finish a quick scavenge then we will all return to discuss what to do with you."

You judge it best not to decide anything while the two men with guns have a clear shot at you and you have you climb through a hatch to get to them so you simply nod and take a seat to await their return.

This gives you plenty of time to think things through. It has not been long but you are already progressing amazingly with your abilities. You are certain you can control infected easily and can sense them coming a long way off and you can sense the presence of humans or 'normals' at an equal distance even if you can't affect them.

Cara trust you and you actually enjoy her company, the man doesn't fully trust you but isn't aggressive either. The two outside seem to be the guards for the scavengers, you have yet to speak to them but you can sense them always nearby the scavengers.

You could of course strike now, Cara trusting you and getting close to you can be used to your advantage, you just need to ge them off guard once when they return and you can take the guards out leaving Cara and Chris defenseless. It would be a little risky but you are certain you could pull it off. On the other hand you really are enjoying chatting with Cara in the evenings and the food they gave you is actually sitting well and taking the edge off your hunger, why not stay with them a bit, at least until you are back to their little colony, you can decide what to do when you are there after all.

[User] You ambush them, you may like her company but you gain more from eating them

[Assistant]
You need to be prepared if you are going to kill them all. Cara you can use since she seems to trust you, Chris is a fool and wont be trouble. It is just the guards outside that you need to care about, you need a good opportunity to get to them before they can react.

You spend the next couple of hours resting and preparing. You try some fruit from one of the bags but it tastes bad and sits horribly in your stomach as your hunger grows worse, you'll have to eat them soon. Finally you sense their approach and put on your best happy and innocent face to greet them. You think about putting out some food for them but you aren't sure how they would react to you going through their stores so you just wait instead.

Cara enters first and gives you a big smile which you return with an equally big smile and nod, and you even greet Chris which somewhat surprises him but he seems happy about it. "lets get started then" You think to yourself as they sit down and Cara says that it is time for you to discuss your future with them.

"Shouldn't we all be present for this?" You ask, indicating the two men standing outside with your head, "I haven't even met them yet."

there is a pause and Chris replies "It's our rules, the guards stay on duty all the time and do shifts through the night time, it's the only way we have kept safe so far."

[User] You suggest you all go outside then and discuss it there. You can get close to them that way and attack now!

[Assistant]
"Well why don't we all go out for our chat them!" You suggest "We could sit up on the silo behind them so they could be a part of the discussion while staying on duty."

The two look at each other but you see Cara wavering in your favor and push it a little "It's not as if it will be any more dangerous and I haven't exactly seen the sun in a few days" You say and immediately see the guilt working. Cara agrees and you all head outside. The guards are not so easily won over though. As you exit they spread apart. They are still close enough either side to hear what is happening and take part but they are no longer close enough to attack at the same time. You have to time your attack perfectly. You make a show of offering Cara your hand to help her out and onto the silo roof then with a flourish do the same for Chris who gives you a wry laugh, one of the guards even smirks about it, but only for a moment as you suddenly lunge at him and tackle him down.

You are faster and stronger than any human so it is only a couple of seconds before his neck is snapped and you are back to your feet, spinning to charge the other guard. Sadly it seems they did not survive this long without skills and the second guard is already pointing his gun at you.

You just have time to take in the horror and tears in Cara's eyes and the immediate revulsion in Chris and the guards before you hear the boom and feel the impact on your chest. You stumble back but hear the click click of a bolt action, you look up in time to take the second shot to the chest and tumble off the silo railing. You are almost grateful that you die before you hit the ground.


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

[User] You letters to home (There was this girl...)

[Assistant]
Hey Mallack!

I paid the messenger a little extra to give this one to you personally, don't show it to Mom or anyone else! I'm serious!

I finally did it!

I didn't even expect it either. I was off duty and taking a break from destroying a Quillar lair, so as usual I went down to the tavern to go play for the locals a bit.

While it is true there have been several "offers" from some of tavern girls before due to my lute playing ability, I dunno I just never felt comfortable about going with one of them.

However, I didn't get to the tavern; I bumped into some traveling merchant woman from the Brot Kingdom. I apologized and helped pick up her belongings and she noticed the lute I carried. She began to ask me about it since she said she really liked music and soon the pair of us were deep in conversation and going back to the Inn on the other side of town that she was currently staying at. I learned that her name was Helena.

We continued to talk in her room and I played for Helena a bit and before I knew it, we were on the bed naked!

I'm still not exactly sure how it started, but it sure felt good! I really liked her too, but I guess it was just a one time thing, because she left a couple days later. Though she did say if I was ever stationed in Brot, I should look her up again.

Anyway, I guess I felt like I just had to tell someone. I suppose I could've told the guys in my company, but I didn't really want to be sweated down for more detailed information constantly.

Okay that's it, and like I said, don't show this to Mom or anyone else! In fact you should probably just destroy it.

Your brother


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

[User] You quickly fire some firebolts

[Assistant] You spew fireballs from each hand, immediately engulfing two of the bolters, and their operators, in flames as they let out terrified screams. Unfortunately, the other three fire. Bullets slam into your boy, one quickly finding your head and blowing it apart.


[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 go back to the living room.

[Assistant] Sure, you're feeling desperate, but not desperate enough to look for hope where there is none. There's probably nothing worthwhile behind that door—and for all you know, the smell is coming from rotting corpses. You shake the thought out of your head and turn around to return to the living room, but when you arrive, there's a tall figure standing in front of you, holding a hunting knife in his hand. He looks just as terrified as you, but his reflexes are much faster, and before you know it, he's lunging at you with the knife.

[User] You run!

[Assistant]
You turn to run out the front door, but you only make it to the edge of the porch before you feel a hot pain in your leg. Shouting, you tumble down the porch steps onto the ground and hold your wounded thigh to your chest in agony. The man grabs you by the neck and raises the bloody knife over his head, and in that brief moment before death, when your life should've been flashing before your eyes, you see a glimmer of something in his. You can't be certain, but you think what you're seeing in his eyes is fear—something so human that it startles you, and yet is somehow relieving.

Then the blade penetrates your skull, and everything goes black.


[System] Narrate an interactive dark fantasy adventure. The world is brutal and unforgiving. Respond to the player's actions with vivid, immersive descriptions and let their choices carry real weight.

[User] You defeat Salzat yourself

[Assistant]
You have to defeat Salzat yourself. It was your thoughts that created the sword, by your own sheer force of willpower. If you believe in yourself, you'll be able to defeat Salzat, you know you will.

Salzat predictable charges at you, Qualan attempts to stop him, but once again his axe does nothing and Salzat smashes him in the face with his free hand, knocking him out. He's about to finish him off with his sword, but you prevent this from happening by stepping in and parrying the blow. For some reason, you feel much stronger than you ever have before.

"Whelp! You will be sustenance for the Shadow Tyrant!" Salzat hisses and tries to break through your defense, but your confidence and sudden increase in strength don't make you fear his threats or him. Your sword glows brighter causing the red dots that are Salzat's eyes to close in blinding pain. While he temporarily shields them, you press your advantage and strike Salzat multiple times causing him to unleash an unholy scream before dissipating.

You're breathing hard after the battle, and you sit down to catch your breath. Qualan's regaining of consciousness makes you jump again.

"Hey hold on there, it's just me! Wow, that really hurt." Qualan says holding on to his face. "Looks like you took care of him yourself. In my tribe you'd now be a man with all the benefits and respect as such. For defeating such a powerful creature you might even be considered an honorary great warrior. Here, take this."

Qualan gives you some sort of strange tooth. Its larger than a humans that's for sure.

"What's this?"
"A troll tooth. It's customary to take a trophy, but seeing as you fought a shadow, there is none, but you should have something to symbolize your hard earned victory, as well as possibly saving my life. Also know that you have made a permanent friend with no only me, but my entire tribe if you should ever meet them. It is our way."

You are filled with pride and pocket the tooth, while thanking Qualan.

The remainder of the night is uneventful. The next day, you and Qualan bump into a regal looking carriage making its way in the opposite direction. The driver looks annoyed that you're even on the same road as him, let alone in the way.

"Hey you peasants! Get out the way! The Archmage is on very important business in the name of the Parran Empire!"

Your eyes immediately light up in hope.

"A wizard?" you ask.
"An ARCHMAGE, peasant boy! And I told you and your barbarian servant to get out of the way!"
"Servant? I'm NO ONE'S servant! I am his friend!" Qualan raises his voice in a tone which makes the driver flinch a little.
"Erm…well yes, but I still need you two to…"
"Driver, what is the hold up here?" an old wild haired man in a robe asks getting out of the carriage. "Who are you lot?" he then asks you.

"You're a wizard from the Empire! And I need to get home! You have to help me!" you blurt out handing the Archmage the note that the Captain gave you. He reads it and nods as you tell him the rest of your tale.
"Hmm, you are a very lucky little boy. Not many get away from the Nightmare Tyrant, you must have a strong will." The Archmage says inspecting you. "I sense that your sword isn't natural, yet I can't determine its magical origins. Yes, you DO have some sort of power boy. Ever thought of being a wizard? We could use someone like you against the Nightmare Tyrant."

For a brief fleeting moment your adventurous side almost jumps at the chance. But still, you don't want your Mom to worry about you anymore than she probably is right now. You still don't know what you're going to tell her.

"No, I want to go home." You reply.
"Very well, we can't have people here that don't want to be. I can teleport you back home right now if you wish. I myself don't like to use it for travel unless it's absolutely an emergency. I still prefer to take life slower and travel the old fashioned ways, of course that's not really an option for you being from another dimension and all."
"I can go right now?"
"Oh sure I can get you there real quick. And don't worry; the Nightmare Tyrant won't be able to ever steal you from your home world again. He's only able to perform that feat of interdimentional kidnapping once on a person. Hence the reason why he was so eager to get his hands on you before you could escape again. Now the problem is once I start to open the portal, you need to get going fast. It will undoubtedly alert the Nightmare Tyrant to this location where upon he'll try one last time to capture you. I'll certainly help, but this spell will be requiring most of my energy and concentration so hopefully your barbarian friend here will be able to fend off some of the Shadows. Since I'm afraid my driver will most likely be hiding under the carriage the entire time."
"Hey!" the driver says.
Qualan steps forward and nods.
"Of course. I will do everything in my power to help him get home."
"Okay then, but that axe isn't going to do much good, let me enchant it first…there. Now let's begin."

The Archmage begins to chant while you and Qualan wait for the spell to take effect. The driver looks nervous the whole time, but he hasn't hid under the carriage yet.

The wind begins to blow strongly and once again that familiar darkness begins gather once again. This time it's followed a stronger sense of malevolence.

You suddenly hear a menacing voice in your mind.

"Boy, did you think you could escape from me? I am the Nightmare Tyrant! Destroyer of life! Your power will be mine and you WILL serve me!"
"NO!" you scream out in defiance!
"Don't listen! It's the Tyrant's way of trying to get inside your head! Don't let him do it!" the Archmage briefly shouts and then continues his hand gestures.

Shadow creatures come descending out of the sky screeching horribly as usual. Qualan stands in front of you ready to take the brunt of the attack.

"Almost done!" the Archmage shouts.

The shadows swarm your position, and you and Qualan attempt to fight them off. Your sword fortunately is glowing brightly, which at least keeps them from overwhelming you. While you and Qualan are fighting them off, the Nightmare Tyrant's voice booms from out of nowhere and clearly audible to everyone.

"FOOLS! Attack the wizard! He's the one who can create the escape portal!"
"Too late Tyrant! Quick! Get in the portal!" the Archmage commands as a blue portal opens up and he discharges lightning bolts from his fingers to destroy some Shadows attacking him.
"Go! We'll be alright! We can hold them off!" Qualan adds.

You're sort of worried about Qualan, but you realize you have to go now. The Nightmare Tyrant bellows again to his minions about not letting you escape as you run for the portal and entering it.

You are enveloped by blackness followed by swirling colored lights. Your sword also flickers in and out of existence. It's all so strange and overwhelming to you that you pass out.

"Hey! I told you breakfast is ready, are you going to sleep all day?" you hear your Mom call from downstairs as you awaken in surprise.

You quickly look around your room and nothing looks out of place. Your Mom hasn't seemed to notice that you were gone, in fact it doesn't look like you even left.

Was it all a dream?

You shake your head trying to decide if it was, then you notice a big tooth on the floor next to the toys you set up yesterday. The troll tooth and oddly its right next to a barbarian figure. Strangely it has a pleased look on their faces.

It wasn't a dream. It was real. Created by the power of your own imagination. You decide you'll keep this information to yourself though, since nobody would ever believe it!

You had an interesting adventure, but you're glad to be home you think as you go downstairs to eat.


[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 investigate the cry.

[Assistant]
Taking a deep whiff of air you can smell the magic. This place has more to it than abandoned pots of gold and rainbows after all. You order your horse to stay and guard your gold as you dart towards the disturbance, and he obeys, because that is what good horseys do.

You storm through the trees, snapping branches and scaring furry little forest critters. In your haste, you trample a chipmunk. The little fellow's bones make a nice crunching noise.

"Hey what's the big idea!"

You whirl around but do not see anyone. You inspect the bottom of your boot, but the chipmunk is not the speaker. He is squashed like a rotten pumpkin all juicy and splattered.

"Over here you idiot." A giant of a man posing as a tree rumbles toward you. He has moss and vines for a beard and hair. His green eyes glimmer with malice. A bear and a wolf lumber along at his sides. "Why are you destroying my forest?"

"Sorry, I was looking for whatever made that awful cry."

"That was a leprechaun bemoaning his sorry fate of being a leprechaun."

"Cool, can you show me where they are?"

"You murder my friend and harm my trees and you ask me for help? Give me one reason why I shouldn't bring you home to my wife and tickle you to death for her amusement while my children eat your toes!"

What in the name of Pegasus is this thing? Oh, if only you had brought that book on mythical creatures Samwellington bought you for your birthday. At any rate, something tells you he does not belong in Irelandshire. You also doubt you will be able to reason with him. If the chipmunk was his friend, honor would dictate that he avenge the cute little guy's mushy corpse. How do you want to play this?


[System] Narrate an interactive dark fantasy adventure. The world is brutal and unforgiving. Respond to the player's actions with vivid, immersive descriptions and let their choices carry real weight.

[User] You wipe out the Crimson Talons

[Assistant]
No point in taking chances...

"I appreciate the input Vaughn, but I believe a more permanent solution is needed here." You say.
"Well okay, but how are we going to do it? Camid just left with a little more than half the old gang. Besides us three, we only got a couple guys left and honestly I don't really have confidence in them if it's going to be a knock down drag out fight."
"There are more around guns nowadays you know. Don't need to be a good fighter to just shoot someone. I acquired one myself soon after I bought the inn." You say.
"Yeah, but Camid and his group could have the same idea. Pretty sure Camid owns one and will probably acquire more for the rest of the Talons. Plus most of them are one shot weapons. If anyone misses, it's going to come down to a real fight and we're going to be out numbered."
"Well, I guess we better make sure our aim is true shouldn't we then? Look, if this is going to be a concern, we could always go get some of those repeating crossbows. They cost a damn fortune, but..."

Suddenly Zal speaks up.

"Maybe we shouldn't risk our lives on this. It would be kind of tragic to get this far only to get brought down at the finish line." Zalmora says.
"So what are you saying? You saying you want to go with Vaughn's plan now?" You ask.
"No, I'm for getting rid of them, but I just don't think we should be the ones to do the deed if we don't have to."
"Okay. So you're saying you want a hired assassin? Great. You know any? Because I sure don't."
"Yes we do. In fact you hired him already once."

You exhale deeply.

"And in order to hire THAT guy again, I'm going to have to deal with Mr. Fucking Reynolds and who knows what damn price he's going to ask for." You say.
"He was actually pretty reasonable last time." Zal remarks.
"He also didn't tell me everything last time. There's always a catch with him. In fact weren't you against dealing with him last time?"
"I was, but that was a different time under different circumstances. I mean can it hurt to even inquire?"
"No, but I wish there was another alternative."
"We could always look for Scales." Vaughn jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"I don't think Scales is even alive anymore, if he was even lurking down in the sewers to begin with. I think Tom was the only one who was ever convinced of it. I mean we were in the sewers for years and never ran afoul of a supposedly territorial lizard. (Sigh) Alright, I'll go see Mr. Reynolds tomorrow and see what the price is."

The next day you walk into Mr. Reynolds' office.

As soon as you walk in, you see a strange ogrish looking creature, but much shorter than one. In fact if it wasn't for the oversized teeth and general monstrous appearance, you might mistake it for a very muscular dwarf.

You also see Henry, or at least you assume it's Henry. He hasn't changed much since the last time you saw him, though he's sporting a few scars across his face now.

Finally you see Mr. Reynolds and he certainly hasn't changed. Once again he stands up smiling at his desk.

"Well what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit from the head of the infamous Crimson Talons this fine day?" Mr. Reynolds says.
"I need some people killed." You say.
"Hm, straight to business I see. Okay then, I assume there is some reason why you aren't having your own people taking care of this?"
"Let's just say, most of my so called people are the ones I want to have killed."
"Ah, an internal struggle? Interesting. Well, I'm not sure what you want me to do about it."

You haven't been here five minutes, and he's already playing mind games...

"What the hell do you think..." You start to shout, but then you stop and then calm yourself before continuing.

"Mr. Reynolds, with all due respect, I have come here asking for assistance on this matter as I once did in the past. Your son did a marvelous job last time even if... I didn't quite appreciate its thoroughness last time. I have now come to respect it much more and I would like to implement his magnificent skills again on others that would see harm to me and my business."

Mr. Reynolds listens intently and smiles.

"I'm glad to see that wisdom has come with your age. That's good. Last time our business together was less than cordial. That's okay though, I still got paid. As I said, I would love to help you again in this matter, but I'm afraid, this isn't my call this time. Last time when Henry worked for you, you insulted his work and I'm afraid, my son takes things a bit more personal than I do. He won't work for you again."
"What?! But isn't he your employee? Can't you just order him?"
"Yes, but he's also my son! Really now sir, would YOU force your son to do something he doesn't want to? Yes, business is always important, but sometimes, just sometimes family comes first. Now if Henry wants to work for you on this, I suppose we can start coming up with a price, but I don't think it's likely."

You look over to Henry who just gives you a cold glance before walking away altogether.

"I think there's your answer." Mr. Reynolds says.
"Great. So I guess you can't help me." You say.
"Well now, I wouldn't say that exactly, I still have one employee willing to cause mayhem on your behalf."

Mr. Reynolds points over to the ogre looking creature.

"And who is that?" You ask.
"Who is that? Don't you see the family resemblance? This fine gentleman is the late great Olaf's son!" Mr. Reynolds exclaims.
"The late Olaf?"
"Yes, it was a sad day when Olaf passed a few years ago. Died right here in the office in his sleep in fact. He will be missed. But anyway his son Olaf Jr. has been following in his father's large footsteps and I don't mind saying he's been doing a fine job for me and his own mother is very proud of him."

You remember that Mr. Reynolds once said Olaf was married to a halfling. You can't imagine how that birth was even possible let alone how she survived the process. It does however explain Junior's strange appearance by ogre standards. (Or any standards actually)

Mr. Reynolds goes on to explain that while Junior doesn't have the same size as his father or quickness that Henry has, he assures you that he has more than enough skill to do the job you require. However, unlike last time Mr. Reynolds asks for a thousand gold coins in advance.

It's a hell of a lot of money and you have no real certainty. You're starting to think you might have more piece of mind investing in some weapons and doing this yourself.

[User] You hire Junior

[Assistant]
As crazy as this is, you know Mr. Reynolds values his word. If he says Junior will wipe out all the targets, then he'll do it. There's also the fact that you haven't completely dismissed what Zal said about failing at the finish line.

You could be as prepared as possible and still get yourself killed in the battle or perhaps even Zal would get killed. You have to admit you'd be pretty upset if that occurred. Maybe you are in love after all.

So it's with a slight reluctance that you once again take Mr. Reynolds up on his offer...

"Okay, it's deal, but I'll have to come back later with the money. I also have to do a little reconnaissance so I know where exactly to have Junior go find his targets. I'll be giving you a list of names and physical descriptions as well." You say.
"Sure. Sure. Take all the preparations you need, we'll be here. And as usual, it's been a pleasure doing business with you." Mr. Reynolds says.

You return to the inn and explain the situation to Zal and Vaughn. Vaughn says it shouldn't be any problem to locate where Camid and the rest finally settle down at, though he says once again that it will most likely be the old sewer location.

"Why couldn't you get the other guy?" Zal asks.
"I told you, personal differences. I don't doubt that this ogre...or ogrfling isn't capable of doing the job. Mr. Reynolds prides himself too much on his word." You say.
"Thousand gold pieces is a lot of money."
"Yeah, well if it keeps you...I mean us safe, it's a good investment." You say.

Zalmora smiles a bit.

"Wait, were you more worried about me?" Zal asks.
"Well you are my wife. I'm not going to live like a regular jack off alone. Especially since it was your idea in the first place." You respond.
"I'll take that as a yes." Zal responds and kisses you.

You return to Mr. Reynolds' office in the next few days with the money and all the necessary information.

"Ah, quite a few of them I see. Henry really should have taken this job, he would have loved it, but there's no getting through to the boy at times. (Sigh) Anyway, yes Junior will have no problems with this. Probably can get it done tonight. Come back tomorrow and we'll have proof."

Lacking anything else to do, you head back to the inn and get back to work, which still feels weird to you. Though more than anything else your mind is preoccupied with if that ogre freak is going to be successful. You have a little anxiety that he's not going to get the job done and one of those assholes gets away only to shoot you in the back a year later just when you think everything is going good.

Zalmora senses your concern and later that night you try to find reassurance and comfort in her embrace. It helps.

The next morning you wake up and you head over to Mr. Reynolds' place. You notice a lot of Klyton militia patrolling about. You also come across a young boy with a bunch of papers shouting about a vigilante.

"Hey mister, you need to buy the paper today! It's special edition!" The boy shouts.
"What's so special about it?" You ask.
"It's a breaking story that happened just last night! Some vigilante wiped out the infamous Crimson Talons!" The boy exclaims.
"Really?"
"Yeah! My boss suddenly got the scoop in the middle of the night! Anonymous tip or something. Anyway, the details are inside!"
"I don't have any money on me right now, but I might be back to get one later."
"Okay mister, but you better hurry up, these are selling fast!"

You leave the boy and continue on your destination. When you enter Mr. Reynolds' office, he's reading the paper.

"There you are. You didn't happen to see this morning's paper did you?" Mr. Reynolds asks.
"No, but I heard what the headline is." You respond.
"Heh, yes. I thought it would be the best way to deal with this one. After Henry disposed of the Bloody Smiles, people thought there was a blood stalker lurking in the woods for years. It's amazing what people's imagination can come up with."
"Mm, the imagination is a powerful thing. So where's Junior?"
"Oh I gave him a much needed day off. He was up all night fighting crime I'm sure you're aware. He even took a bullet or two. Still, nothing serious for a strong young creature like himself. He did leave the proof of his deed, do you want to see?"
"I can only imagine what he took as proof, but what the hell, I did pay for all this."
"It's over in the chest over there."

You look over to your left and see a medium sized chest. You cautiously open it and cough a bit when a smokey smell of charred flesh hits your nose. You then see a bunch of what looks to be blackened ears. Well some of them are a little more than just blackened ears and still have some of the side of the faces attached.

"(Cough cough) Shit! What did Junior do exactly?" You ask.
"Well according to the paper it says the vigilante used a hellfire thrower to wipe out the Talon enclave, but there is also evidence that firebombs were also used." Mr. Reynolds says.
"Wait, he burned everyone?"
"Yes, and blew them up with explosives. What? Did you think that he was just a simple brute that was going to bludgeon them all with a club?"
"Well, sort of."
"Oh no my dear boy. Junior isn't his father. He's very much into technology that causes the most amount of casualties in the quickest time possible. Though I believe he probably did bludgeon a few that didn't die right away."
"Judging by the number of ears here, I'm going to guess he didn't just stop at the assigned targets."
"Yes, I think there was one of those classless bum fights going on at the time when he arrived. Large crowd, but don't worry, he got them all."
"Yeah, I believe it." You say closing the chest.

You face Mr. Reynolds who stands up from his desk.

"So I trust our business is concluded and you're satisfied with the results?" Mr. Reynolds asks.
"You said he'd get the job done and as usual, you're a man of your word." You answer.
"Well I certainly try to be and I guess this closes the chapter on the Crimson Talons?"
"Guess so, or it does for me at any rate."
"Hm, well I wish you well on your new endeavor of running your inn successfully like your family once did and being just an average Klyton citizen...but then you never did officially become a citizen of this great city did you?"
"Nope, never got around to it."
"Well you really should, there's a Klyton Council election coming up in a few years and I'm thinking about running. I'll need all the votes I can get."
"You're running for the Klyton Council? Why now?"
"Oh I've been doing this job for so long and I think it's time to move on to bigger things. Just time for a change. Maybe you even inspired me a bit. How about that eh? Anyway, my son will be taking over this old business. He's more than qualified. Don't worry, if you ever need a loan for your inn, I've already told him that he can't refuse to do proper business with someone just because he doesn't like them. If that was the case, I wouldn't have done business with anyone at all!"

Mr. Reynolds laughs, and you make a mental note that you're NEVER going to take out any sort of loan from this place no matter what the circumstances.

As you leave Mr. Reynolds calls to you one more time about how you should go register as a citizen of Klyton soon. You get the strong impression that it wasn't a suggestion so much as it was an order.

Looks like you know who you'll be voting for in the future. You knew there was going to be a catch, still you suppose it's a small price in the scheme of things. Well at least you hope so.

You'll worry about it later; right now you have more immediate if mundane concerns.

Your days as a rogue are over.


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

[User] You drive to the trailer park

[Assistant]
Well Donna would know better than you how fucked up it is at Julie's house. You don't particularly care for the idea of her just leaving her doors open for any potential nutjob to come in. You'd at least have some more control over that, if you lived in the trailer with Donna who will probably be gone most of the time anyway.

And perhaps Donna's observations of the trailer park are correct; maybe it isn't as bad there as you've always believed.

A few minutes of driving to your destination and you're sure of one thing being pretty bad, the roads! Once again there are cops everywhere, but also ambulances and fire trucks racing to their various destinations too. Fortunately it seems to thin out as you leave town. Maybe this was a better idea after all.

You soon reach the trailer park, but you pull up near the entrance rather than inside it. You don't know which trailer she lives in, so you figure the owner knows and you imagine he lives in the trailer up front with the signs on it saying "Inquire about trailers here."

You get out of the car and go knock on the door.

"Goddamnit stop fucking knockin'. I'm comin'!" you hear an old crotchety voice shout.

The door opens up and your eyes are "greeted" by the sight of a little old man wearing nothing but an open robe and boxer shorts. His body is wizened and wrinkled and he obviously has no modesty at all.

"What the hell you want blondie? This ain't a fuckin' whorehouse." He exclaims.
"Uh, my sister Donna got a trailer from you the other day, I was just wondering where it was." You ask.

The old guy looks you up and down, squinting the entire time.

"I don't know nuthin' about no girl named Donna. All I do know is some whore yesterday sucked me off as down payment for a trailer. I don't normally trade property fer pussy, but goddamn if that girl wasn't lying about giving the best head ever…"

While you sort of had an inkling of how Donna got a trailer so quickly, you didn't really need to know the gruesome details. And now after seeing who she serviced to get it…you just want to change the subject.

"Okay, anyway which trailer does she live in?" you ask.
"She lives in the trailer at the far end of the park. Now unless you gonna rent a trailer wit money or yer lips too, get the hell outta my face an don't bother me!" the old man shouts.

As you leave the old bastard he slams his door shut. You get back in the car and drive into the park.

The first thing you notice that you didn't expect is how quiet the place is. You were expecting a lot more drama going on like on a bad daytime talk show, but you get none of that. You don't even see anyone really around.

Eventually you approach the far end of the park, and there you see a trailer, which seems to stand out near a large open field. You're guessing this one is it.

You park and approach the trailer and when you try the door that when you realize that you don't have a key for this place. Donna apparently didn't develop the bad habits of Julie either since the door is firmly locked.

"Damn. (Sigh)" you say to yourself realizing that your choice is either wait all day in your vehicle, or maybe go back to to the manager who might have a spare key, though you'd rather not deal with him again.

"Hey darlin' never seen you before here! My name's Jed!" a voice says.

You turn around and see a lanky redneck who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh. Hey." You say.
"Hmm, you sure are beautiful. Yer even prettier than that girl that just moved in this trailer. You a friend of hers?"
"Sister actually. Does the manager have spare keys to the trailers?" you ask.
"That mean old bastard? Yeah, but if you need that open, you don't need to go all the way back to him, here I can open it."

Jed walks past you and pulls out some sort of tool and starts fiddling with the lock.

"Hey, wait a minute, are you picking the lock?" you ask.
"Well I ain't ticklin' it honey. Letssee…yeah…easier than breakin a virgin." Jed says as the door easily opens for him with a click.

"There you go sweetheart. So said that girl livin' here now is yer sister? Guess good breedin' runs in yer family."
"Uh…yeah guess so. Thanks, but I really want to just get all my stuff in and rest." You say and turn to your car and there you see a huge man just staring at you like a gargoyle. It actually startles you, which Jed notices.

"Oh don't be afraid of him honey, that's just my brother Hugo. He's dumber than a bag of rocks, but he's strong as hell. In fact he can carry yer bags in for ya."

At this point Jed is getting uncomfortably close to you as he speaks and you're starting to feel on edge with these two.

"Look I thank you both for your help, but I really would like to be alone please." You say firmly.

Jed looks at his brother then at you.

"Whatever you say honey. Let's go Hugo." Jed says and the pair of them slowly leave and eventually disappear behind another trailer.

No longer being gawked at by the locals, you grab your bags from the car and haul them into the trailer.

When you get inside, you see that it isn't that bad. It's definitely cheap looking, but it's serviceable. You drop your bags by the sofa and quickly check the other areas like the bathroom and what you guess is a bedroom where Donna will sleep.

Just as you're turning around to check the kitchen at the other end, the door opens up and your heart sinks when you see Jed entering with what looks to be duct tape. He looks at you and a deranged smile is across his face.

"Now I already know what's goin' through yer head blondie, cause I've done this a million times. Yer first instinct is gonna be to scream and make a fuss. Well lemme tell ya right now. Ain't nobody gonna help yah. Most of 'em are at the carnival, an the few that ain't are either still passed out or ain't gonna give a shit. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Despite Jed's warnings, you do the opposite of what he says and scream as loud as you can anyway, while running back into the bedroom in an attempt to look for anything to defend yourself. Jed wastes no time in following.

Unfortunately there isn't anything in the bedroom for you to immediately use since Donna doesn't have any of her stuff here. You attempt to pick up the trailer's TV in desperation, but Jed grabs you and throws you to the bed.

You struggle, but it's no use. Jed is a dedicated murdering rapist with a mean streak a mile wide. After giving you a few punches to the face, you start to drift in and out of consciousness.

"HUGO! HUGO! You can stop watchin' the fuckin' door and gimme a hand over here with this bitch. I reckon we both got time to have some fun with this one before handing her over to ol' doc." Jed exclaims while ripping your clothes off.

"See Hugo? Told ya sticking around here would be better than the carnival."

In your haze, you feel the violations at first. Pain, humiliation and anguish are all abundant at first, but then you go numb and then nothing when you pass out altogether.

During your state of unconsciousness you have a brief dream of when you were much younger. When your mother was still alive and she was praising you about how good you are and how she anticipates great things in your future. It's more of a distant memory than a dream in fact though in any event, it's a nice "escape" from your horrible reality.

When you wake up, you're groggy, naked, incredibly sore and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you're in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.

The stench of chemicals fills the air and to your left in a darker corner of the room you see a man in a doctor's coat hovering over another gurney with a body on it.

Naturally in such a state you start to panic and ineffectively struggle to get free. The "doctor" hears you and walks over to you.

"Oh, you're up. I'll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, you weren't in the best condition, though I'm glad they showed a little more restraint than usual."

As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.

"Mmmm, nice. Though I appreciate a pretty face and I get the impression yours would've been a lot prettier had they not beat you up so much. Not to mention they both completely wrecked your rectum…I swear what the hell is it with rednecks and their pre-occupation for ass rape? Anyway, if I had the time, I'd probably still shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don't."

The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you've gone from mere panic to sheer terror.

"Really, you're luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep 'em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn't want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless."

You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.

"There we go. Won't be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would've liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I've got some other things to still look forward to."

You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.

A basement.


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

[User] You go to where no one is, it's safer that way

[Assistant]
You decide to avoid the large crowd of people and go to the less populated areas. The pickings are slim, but you manage to get your buggy at least half full with food. You should be able to survive at least a few months with this much.

You hear a few gunshots from a couple of isles over, followed by a mass of people running out of the store. You take this as your cue to leave, and quickly run out of the store pushing your buggy of food.

You get out fine, and your journey home is uneventful. You hope you don't run into those who made the gunfire later.

Well now you're home, you got food, next step is to....

[User] You barracade and wait it out

[Assistant]
You decide to barracade your house and wait things out. You grab various tools and pieces of wood, then board up all your windows and doors.

The next two months pass by and many things happen.

Many, many things....

[User] You well what happened?

[Assistant]
A week after the events of the first day of the infection various things happened.

Panic happened, riots happened. Real ones, not the initial ones which were actually just zombies causing havoc. Martial Law is put into effect, though it only lastws a few weeks before the military was over-run. Fighting the zombies head on was a bad idea but the military didn't learn this fast enough. They came by with caravans originally and picked up anyone who was willing to come with them. Then they created blockades and such to try and contain the problem. But eventually they were over-run.

Your home is attacked a few times, but nothing major. A few gun fights happened just outside as well, but you survive. You've lost a bit of weight, but you're alive and well...ish.

Two months have passed and for the past week it's been very quiet outside. No zombies, no people, nothing. Good thing too, because you're out of food and need to do leave the house now.

Oh and congratulations, you survived Phase 1 of the zombies.


[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 try to get out of town

[Assistant]
The whole town has gone to shit and it's either going to get completely obliterated by the government or its going to get overrun by those things or both. In any case, your best bet would be to put as much distance between you and this god-forsaken town.

"As much as I'd like to, I can't go home again. So if you know someplace we can go that's safe, I'm game if you are." You say.
"Well I can think of a few isolated places I've been through in my travels before I came to this town. Dunno, if they're safe right now, but it's worth a shot. Gonna be a long drive though and I need to go east so hopefully that way is going to be clear." Johnny says and pulls out of the driveway.

You pass by a few soldiers dragging a few more bodies and placing them in a large pile outside one of the homes in this area. Another large pile of bodies is burning outside yet another home. Nobody tries to flag you down or anything though, you're guessing that between the dark, the uniforms and the jeep, if anyone is actually paying attention to you driving through, they probably think you're just more soldiers patrolling around. It isn't like this is most stable of situations right now.

You continue drive and you go through another area where the National Guard has a presence. Again, you have no problems for the most part. However you then start hitting areas that are still suffering from conflict and in those cases, pretty severely. This is where some soldiers notice you a lot more and try to call out to you, presumably for help.

In one case, you see two soldiers ragged and bloody running desperately from several of those rabid people. They cry out for you to stop, but naturally you and Johnny just keep driving. You hear some faint curses and screams as you put distance between you and the unfortunate soldiers.

You eventually drive through areas that have been completely overrun by rabid. In fact you find that the military doesn't actually have that much control at all over your town and that there are far more of the rabid roaming around either chasing down normal people or attempting to break into houses.

However, you're in an area now that's thick enough with them that some of them are actually attacking the jeep or at least managing to bang on it a couple times before you out distance them. Johnny runs over a few of them that get directly in the way. They're starting to get too close for you at this point.

"Holy shit, this is just getting worse. Maybe we should go in another direction." You say.
"We can make it, we're almost out of town." Johnny says.

You aren't quite as confident as Johnny who now seems to be going out of his way to mow down rabid in the jeep. In fact he's got a big grin on his face as he smashes into another and turning the windshield wipers on.

"Johnny, would you fucking stop that!? We can't run over everyone one of these things! It's going to damage the jeep!"
"Relax! It's a military jeep, these things are built to last! Besides this is kinda fun. When else do you get the chance to just run over people?" Johnny giggles.

Johnny's obvious display of psychopathy might be more worrying, if you weren't more concerned with the bigger threat of a very large group of rabid up ahead.

"Johnny! You can't go through that group it's too fucking big! Turn around!" you shout.
"Fuck that, we gotta go that way and I don't give a shit how many of those freaks I have to splatter! Let's do this!" Johnny shouts and slams on the gas.

You close your eyes as the jeep speeds ahead while Johnny is laughing the entire time. He's really getting off on this.

Johnny manages to run over several of them, but there are just too many, it doesn't help there is also debris in the road left from the fighting that was going on here before.

A tire gets popped, a body gets stuck under another wheel. The jeep begins to skid and spin. Johnny tries to maintain control, but fails to do so and the jeep flips over landing upside down.

You're hurt, but since you had your seatbelt on, you're still able to move. You look over to Johnny and he's not moving. In fact he's half way through the windshield. He'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 jeep.

You struggle with your belt and manage to crawl out of the jeep only to be quickly nabbed by the rabid. They sink their teeth into you and gnaw straight through your bones. You die screaming as they eat you alive.