[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.

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[Assistant]
THURSDAY

"Due to new developments, today's contest has been canceled. We sincerely apologize to you good folks, but don't despair with any luck our reigning champion Suzy will return to us soon to take on more challengers! Let's still hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" the announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Well this is certainly different, but it's also a nice change of pace. You were starting to feel insulted by the implications of yourself participating in all these phallic food-eating contests.

However, you're still a little fond of being cheered for, so you stand up and take a bow for your fans.

No sooner have you done that, when your surroundings immediately change to that of a blasted wasteland. There is nothing around you save for burned out buildings in the distance and dead landscape. Reminds you a bit of a video game you once played.

"You know, the entire world is soon going to look like this…how I wish I could be young and alive to experience the uncertainty and chaos that is going to shape the years to follow." You hear a voice say.

You turn around and see Bobby's grandmother again. She's an old lady walking with a cane this time.

"But enough about the future, let's talk about the present. You survived a lot longer than I thought you would, maybe you are worthy of my grandson after all. You even are starting to manipulate him a bit, that's good. The true leaders in Tiamat's service have always been women anyway. I swear if it wasn't for us prodding them in the right direction every now and then, most men would be content just jacking off to pass the time. Still, you aren't quite there yet. I think today should prove to quite interesting. Survive today and you might just meet Misty yet."

"Okay, I want some answers, who the hell is Misty, and what's going to happen today? Is Helen going to kill me?" you demand.
"Helen? Oh yes my submissive co-dependent grand daughter. Yes, that was sort of an interesting way you dealt with her…" Grandma Morningstar replies.
"So is she going to try to kill me or not?"
"Who said she ever was? You just came to that conclusion yourself. She told you she was never going to try to kill you. I suppose it's up to you to believe her or not. I think the better question is, do you like her?"
"What?"
"Do you like her? Not a hard question blondie." Grandma Morningstar says tapping on her cane.
"I don't dislike her despite everything…I mean growing up in this family is prone to make her a little fucked up." You say.
"Hm, well do you think she's pretty?"
"Pretty?"
"Yes, sheesh you go fucking deaf blondie? Pretty, you know better than average looks." Grandma Morningstar replies getting annoyed.
"Um…well I suppose she is." You say.
"Is one of the reasons why you spared her is because she reminds you of yourself in some ways?"
"No…I mean…well maybe somewhat. I mean I just couldn't bring myself to kill her on suspicion. But yes, I suppose the fact that I see some of myself in her did cause me to be a little sympathetic to her."
"So if you fucked her…it would almost be like fucking yourself right?"
"Wait…what? What are you trying to get at?" you ask.
"Oh I think you know EXACTLY what I'm trying to get at. It's okay Suzy, I'm making no judgments. The female form is a beautiful thing. Well anyway you'll find out what's in store for you today soon. As for Misty, well why don't you put some thought into it. I mean it's pretty simple even for you blondie." Bobby's grandmother replies with slight distain.
"Well can you at least tell me what's deal with all these contests in my dreams?"
"Sorry, I really don't know anything about that. If you're lucky and actually meet Misty, maybe you can ask her, but I just assumed you really liked dreaming about sucking dick...in a symbolic way I guess. Hmm, come to think of it this would explain why Bobby's so enamored with you. Maybe you aren't a whore blondie, but you sure got the mouth of one. It's almost as if it was a highway for oral sex."
"Hey!"
"Don't take offense blondie. It's a good thing. Suck a man's dick right, and you can practically get him to do ANYTHING for you. I mean you got natural talent. Hell, maybe even Tiamat blessed you with it so you stood an equal chance against Diana. Now that girl, as much as she loves Bobby, she just can't suck a dick properly. Bad gag reflex, slightly oversized teeth, I dunno. Tiamat works in whimsical ways I suppose."
"How do you even know all…nevermind I don't want to hear anymore." You say.

Bobby's grandmother ignores you though and continues to speak.

"Still, Bobby always did have a slight obsession for blowjobs. He likes them a lot more than he's probably told you."
"Gah! I'm done listening!" you shout feeling increasingly uncomfortable about hearing Bobby's grandmother talk about his sexual interests.
"Oh, alright Miss Prude. I'm rambling and it's time for you to go anyway. See ya Deep Throat!" Bobby's grandmother cackles again and then raises her cane and all your surroundings go black…

And then you wake up.

"Something bad is going to happen today." You say to yourself.

(Then again why should today be any different from the rest of this week?)

You look around and see nobody in the room (Save for Bobby's grandmother's portrait staring like a gargoyle). Looks like Bobby woke up before you as usual. You look at the time on your phone and see you've actually slept until the afternoon.

While the normal thing for you to do would be to just stay in your room and avoid everyone, but given your recent dream, you think your best bet might be to be a little proactive today.

After going through your usual routine of washing up and getting dressed you head down to the main living area where you know everyone usually gathers.

Before you get there you bump into Helen, who looks a bit harried and is carrying a pistol in one hand. You tense up immediately.

"There you are, good. Saves me time…" she says.
"Uh…Helen …" you start to say and back away slowly.
"Huh?" Helen looks down at her pistol.
"OH! Shit! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I didn't come to do anything to you! Here, you can take it, if it makes you feel better, but we need to go!" she exclaims and hands you the pistol.

You snatch the weapon from her and eye her suspiciously. She gets worried at first that you're going be the one to shoot her, but then just continues to explain in greater detail about what's going on.

"Aaron came back and he's threatening to drive an army truck through the front gate if we all don't leave the compound. He claims that we're defying Tiamat by not embracing the chaos outside. Bobby's been trying to negotiate with him through the intercom, but he thinks we're going to have no option but to open fire on Aaron."
"Where the hell did he get an army truck? Is William with him?"
"Apparently the town has been in a state of martial law since yesterday and the National Guard have taken over according to Aaron's ranting. I guess he stole one. I don't think William is with him. Anyway Bobby wants you to be safe so follow me to where all the children..."

Loud shouting by Bobby in the distance suddenly interrupts Helen. You immediately rush towards where he might be located despite the protests by the Helen that you need to come with her though she just runs along with you.

You soon manage to catch up with the most of the family (Save for the younger children and Diana) who are standing in the foyer with their weapons ready and Bobby who has opened the front door.

"Aaron, I tried being reasonable. YOU left here without permission, but that was fine because it's obvious you didn't feel happy here. There are several paths to Tiamat's glory and you obviously had your own ideas about which one you should pick. Anyone here is free to leave, but NOBODY is going to be forced to leave due to your threats! Again, if you try coming in here, you're going to be shot down like a fucking dog and I'll personally perform Tiamat's ritual of desecration over your stinking body so your soul NEVER enters Timat's glory!" Bobby shouts and walks out with his rifle drawn. Bobby's brother Jordan is the first one who cautiously follows afterwards and then everyone else slowly walks towards the door as well. You don't think anyone has even paid any attention to you or Helen (who keeps pulling on you to leave).

"My soul is already with Tiamat! You can't do shit about it ritual boy! If you unworthy fucks won't embrace chaos as Tiamat intended, then I'm gonna bring it to you!" Aaron shouts through a bullhorn, which is followed by a laugh.

The truck revs up and Bobby orders everyone to open fire. You and Helen are still inside at this point so you don't actually do so and just hang back as you watch Aaron mow through the gate followed by a hail of bullets peppering the oncoming truck.

The truck swerves hard to the left smashes into Brandon's parked vehicle. You can hear him swearing about it. Meanwhile you also see Jordan jumping up and down in victory and running over to the wrecked truck.

"Yeah! We got that bastard! Whoo!" he shouts.
"Hey Jordan, get the fuck back here, don't go off ahead like that by yourself!" Bobby shouts.
"Aw, it's fine, he didn't survive that!"

And that's when Aaron proves Jordan wrong, starting by recovering from his crash and shooting several holes into Jordan. Then he follows up by throwing several grenades out the truck window.

"SHIT!" Bobby shouts and everyone runs back, but not before several explosions occur. Nobody is killed, but everyone scrambles and on the ground crawling for cover. Bobby himself crawls behind cover of another parked vehicle and continues to fire in the direction of the truck.

Helen now really tugs at you saying you need to come with her where its safe, but you wonder if you should try to help Bobby considering he's the only one currently trying to kill Aaron. Everyone else has completely retreated and is even running past you.

[User] You go with Helen

[Assistant]
Getting into a fistfight with Diana is one thing, but you're definitely not up to dealing with this crazy asshole. You just hope Bobby is up for dealing with him though apparently Helen thinks so.

"Come on! Bobby can handle this, but we need to get to the children where it's safe!" Helen exclaims and you start to follow her.

The pair of you run upstairs away from the sounds of shouting and gunfire. You soon reach the top and follow Helen through a corridor doorway.

And then Helen nearly gets bashed in the head with a bat when she passes through an entryway. She does take a hit to the shoulder though which causes her to fall to the floor in pain. Diana steps out from the corner she was hiding behind and then rushes at you.

You're caught off guard and point your pistol at Diana, and actually manage to fire a shot, but unfortunately Diana's smashes your arm with the bat away from her direction so your shot goes wild. Hardly matters since between the kickback of the pistol and the pain you end up dropping the gun entirely.

With you unarmed and Helen still clutching her arm in pain, Diana's head swivels back and forth rapidly, to make sure neither one of you are going to suddenly lunge at her, though she's also eyeing the dropped pistol too.

"After Bobby ripped my heart out I went upstairs to my room and overheard you two bitches conspiring against me. Didn't know you had it in you Helen. I always knew you loved Bobby, but always figured you'd be too weak to do shit about it. Guess that's my fault for showing you mercy." Diana remarks.

While Diana's ranting to her sister, you attempt to make a play for the gun, but Diana swings her bat at you, nearly hitting you in the face. You step back just in time.

"And you. You certainly have proved yourself the stereotype of dumb blonde, because if you actually bought that bullshit that my sister fed you, you're stupider than I thought you were. You actually think she's gonna just let you have Bobby? She's gonna backstab you the same way she backstabbed me."
"Maybe she backstabbed you because you were a fucking bully to her, you ever think of that?" you say.
"Bully? She oughta be grateful I didn't kill her ass and instead made her strong enough for her to grow a spine to betray me in the first place! Hey! Where the fuck you goin'?" Diana remarks when she turns her head to see Helen getting up to run away.

Diana throws her bat at Helen's legs, which successfully hit and trip her up. Diana then goes for the pistol and that's when you pounce and manage to tackle her. The pair of you are soon rolling on the floor again, punching, scratching and kneeing each other.

You both try to go for the pistol on several occasions, but neither of you gets the advantage, in fact when Diana finally does, you knock it out of her hand and it goes sprawling and down the stairs to the first floor.

"Bah! I don't need a gun to do my work anyhow! I'll enjoy it even more killing you with my bare hands!" Diana remarks and lands a good punch on you and then she slams the back of your head into the floor causing you to become a little dazed. She'd do more, but then Helen comes up from behind her with the bat in hand.

Unfortunately for Helen, Diana hears Helen and catches Helen's feeble swing and stops the bat from actually hitting her.

"I'm gonna so enjoy hurting you little sister…" Diana exclaims and attempts to rip the bat from Helen's hand. Helen's grip is strong enough that Diana doesn't succeed so instead Diana uses Helen's weight against her and pushes the bat towards Helen as hard as she can. Helen, not expecting this, loses her footing on her already bruised legs and falls back on the nearby wall, dropping the bat entirely, which rolls away.

Diana gets off of you, to take care of her sister who at this point is begging to not be hurt.

"Diana, please…this isn't my fault…Bobby chose Su…" Diana squeaks.
"BOBBY CHOSE ME FIRST! BOBBY IS MINE! HE'S ALWAYS BEEN MINE BY BIRTH! You fucking little weakling traitorous bitch! Had you just stayed in line, I might've even been kind enough to let Bobby face fuck you on your birthday, but the only fucking you're going to get now is in your ass because I'm going knee deep in it!"

At this point Helen squeals in fear and curls up in a tight ball while Diana starts kicking the hell out of her. Meanwhile you're starting to come around a bit more. Things are still a bit dizzy for you and you're a bit wobbly standing up, but you manage it.

You attempt to make a run (or fast paced wobble at any rate) for the bat, but Diana stops you before you can even reach it.

"Don't think so bottled blonde bitch!" Diana says and knocks you to the floor and then follows up with a kick.

Diana gets on top of you and while you struggle to fight her off, she slaps away your attempts and wraps her hands around your throat.

"You are going to very dark place and I'm going to enjoy putting you there." She remarks and then she starts doing some weird chanting, similar to the shit Bobby says at times when you're having sex with him, but this isn't nearly as fun.

You try to pry her hands off your throat, but her grip is like iron. You start to lose consciousness.

You try one more time to get her off of you by punching her in the face, but your swing isn't strong enough and Diana is just too determined to end your life.

Diana's face gets blurry, you choke and then everything goes black.

Everything is black for what probably seems to be forever. There is nothing. No fluffy cloud heaven, no lake of fire, and definitely not any Tiamat.

Then you feel a sensation around your mouth and the sensation of air going in. It's pleasant enough that you instinctively throw your arms out to embrace Bobby. When you open your eyes you find Helen's face lip locked to yours.

After a few seconds you actually freak out about it being her instead of Bobby.

"H…hey! What the hell?!" you say and push Helen off of you.
"I'm sorry Suzy, but you were unconscious and I was resuscitating you." Helen remarks.
"I wasn't breathing?" you ask.
"Um, well it didn't look like you were. I mean Diana choked you out before I got to her."
"Wait, I was just unconscious. (cough) You didn't check to see if I was still breathing first? You just wrapped your (cough) lips around mine and started blowing into my mouth?"
"I panicked and didn't want to waste time checking! I didn't want you to die!" Helen exclaims.

Well you can't really fault her for trying to save your life.

"(Cough) Well thanks Helen. So where is Diana?" you ask rubbing your throat which still hurts like hell.
"Over to your right." Helen points out and sure enough you turn your head and see Diana laying face down on the floor.
"I smacked her in the head with the bat when she was choking you. I dunno if I killed her. I didn't check to see if she was still breathing either, I was too busy worrying about you. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." You slowly starting to stand. It takes some effort, but Helen helps you up. Your whole body hurts.

You stare at Diana's body and see her chest briefly rise and fall, so it looks like she's still alive, just unconscious. Though you're severely tempted to put an end to that, but you've got a better idea.

"You think Bobby would let me sacrifice Diana?" you ask which takes her a little by surprise.
"Um…I don't know. I mean after we explain what she did, I can't see he'd have any objections. There are no rules against it." Helen replies.
"Good, it's my fucking wedding day, I should at least get to pick…well shit looks like she's waking up already." You remark when you see Diana begin to stir.

"Hey, guess what Diana, you're going to be at my wedding after all. You're going to be one of the most important people there in fact. Helen, do you have anything to tie this bitch up with?" you ask.
"Uh, yeah I think I know where there are some handcuffs and there's always duct tape laying around somewhere." Helen replies.
"Well go get them. I'll keep an eye on Diana." You say and pick up the nearby bat.

While Helen goes running off, you standby staring at Diana who is giving you the stare of death, but is obviously still in lady pain.

"You think I'm gonna just let you throw me on the altar and shove a knife in me like some fucking sheep? You gotta another thing coming blondie." She remarks.
"I don't see as you have really a choice at this point." You remark.
"Bullshit, I still got a few choices. Like for instance, I could rush you right now, take that bat from you and bash your brains in with it."
"You think you still got the strength for that, let alone the speed?"
"Maybe I'll make it, maybe I won't, but we're gonna see…" Diana says and spits blood from her mouth.

Just as you're about to put out Diana's lights again, you suddenly hear a very loud explosion which sounds like it's coming from the left side of the house. You've been so busy with Diana, you've completely forgotten that Bobby's been battling it out with Aaron elsewhere in the house. Your concerns are briefly for him instead.

However, with this very brief distraction, Diana takes advantage and lunges at you and the pair of you are struggling with the damn bat again.

Diana seems to be fueled by some sort of unnatural rage at this point, because she's certainly more formidable than the first time you fought with her in the dining room, or maybe she's not underestimating you like she did last time. In any case, you need an advantage, which is either going to be the bat you're currently still struggling with, or the gun which you know is still somewhere on the stairwell.

[User] You continue to struggle with Diana

[Assistant]
You don't have time to go hunting for a gun when Diana's already at your throat. Besides, if you shoot her, you risk killing her and you've still got that plan to sacrifice her ass.

Diana's grip and pull on the bat begins loosening your on grip on it. She's going to have it soon, but since she's so focused on the upper body, she's not really paying attention to her lower defenses.

You let go of the bat, which causes her to fall backwards slightly. Not enough to fall, but enough to put her a bit off balance and back up from you. Within this brief window of relief you follow up with your next attack and as hard as you can you kick her RIGHT IN THE PUSSY.

Diana's grip on the bat fails and you're quick to retrieve it while she's grabbing her girl parts in agony.

"And I don't dye my hair, I'm a fucking natural blonde, you fucking bitch!" you say and smash Diana's nose in with the pommel of the bat. She falls to the floor bellowing in pain.

Meanwhile Diana's finally returned with the duct tape as well as a pair of handcuffs.

"Shit, what happened?" Helen asks.
"She attacked me again, what the fuck do you think happened? Come on let's tie this bitch up, I just heard an explosion in the house and I want to go help Bobby."

You and Helen waste no time in handcuffing Diana's hands behind her back and then duct taping her ankles together to the point where the bottom part of her legs look like a mummy. Of course when she won't stop swearing and cursing at you both, you duct tape her mouth shut as well.

"Okay, she should be secure. I'm going to grab that gun that's probably somewhere still on the stairs and check on Bobby. Here, you take this and keep an eye on that bitch." You say to Helen and hand her the bat.
"Okay, please be careful Suzy." Helen remarks and you're off.

On your way down the stairs you find the pistol that was dropped and take it. Then when you get to the ground floor you start cautiously making your way to the left wing of the house. You still haven't seen anyone yet.

The smell of gunpowder and smoke is in the air of this part of the house and peering in one of the rooms you see the results of what you assume is from grenades. The room is charred, blackened and wrecked. Whatever items were in this room have been completely destroyed and there is now a large hole allowing direct entry from the outside to the inside.

You also notice small splotches of blood on the floor causing an easier to follow trail. Though who's blood it is you have no idea. You can only hope it's Aaron's.

"Shit, I really hope you're alright Bobby." You say to yourself and begin to follow the trail.

You pass through a series of rooms to get to your destination. Some furnished, some empty. Eventually you get to a small room that has a door leading to stairs going down. You wonder if this is the dungeon that was mentioned to you in passing before.

While you're a little reluctant to go down there, this is where the blood trail leads. The smell emanating from that direction isn't pleasant though it sounds silent down there. You slowly walk down the steps.

The closer you get to the bottom, the smell becomes worse and when you finally get to the bottom there is no mistaking that this is indeed the dungeon, but it's a complete wreck.

There are body parts, gore and blood all over the place. A few of the cages you see are destroyed and at the farthest wall there is a large chunk taken out of it. Apparently there was more explosive fun down here.

And sitting close to one of the more intact cages on a sturdy looking chair is Bobby looking down at the floor. Most of his clothing is covered blood and looks a bit dejected, but doesn't look hurt so that's good at least.

"Bobby? Bobby are you okay?" you ask causing him to look up.
"Oh yes, I'm fine…what happened to you?" Bobby says and starts getting up.

You didn't think about how you might look after coming back from your tussle with Diana. You're probably sporting a few cuts and bruises of your own.

"Oh, I had a knock down drag out with your sister Diana. Tried to kill me and Helen this time. We took care of it though."
"She dead?"
"No, but I decided if I have to sacrifice someone on my wedding day, I'm requesting…no I'm demanding that it be her. So we've got her tied up for that purpose."

Bobby doesn't respond in too much surprise at your request.

"Well, I think after everything you've gone through, I think you deserve that right. It's just as well anyway considering Aaron's crazy ass just blew up all the prisoners." Bobby says with a sigh.
"What's wrong? Didn't we win and everything has worked out?" you ask.
"Yeah, it did…it's just…I dunno. I guess some of Aaron's ranting just got to me that's all."
"Well what did he say?"
"Oh he just kept accusing me of not really being dedicated to Tiamat. I dunno, I know I shouldn't pay any attention to it, but I can't help but think he might have had a point. Maybe I am a little caught up in ritual…but still I THINK it's important to revere Tiamat in a formal way! Just because I'm not completely running amok stealing army trucks and throwing explosives at shit doesn't make me any less dedicated to glorious chaos! I mean…does it?"

And that's your cue to support the fragile male ego again.

"Well of course it doesn't my love. Your way is obviously a more intelligent approach to chaos. Just because something is chaotic, doesn't mean it's mindless. You're playing the long game and attempting to build a dynasty. Instead of burning out quick, you're plotting and planning labyrinthian schemes to eventually burn them all." You say while looking into Bobby's eyes and stroking the side of his face.
"I'm so glad you understand me." Bobby remarks and hugs you tightly.

Bobby really does always feel completely better with just a few supportive words from you. Its sort of amazing really since you didn't realize you had this sort of power over him, then again you two were never really in a situation like this before except the first time you met and that was when you counted on him to "rescue you." That dynamic has clearly changed. You guess this is what his grandmother meant when she spoke to you in the dream.

With that settled, Bobby and you make your way back to where Helen and Diana are. When you arrive, you see several other family members who finally came out of hiding.

"Bobby you're alive! I'm so glad to see you're safe!" Helen remarks.

Bobby just nods acknowledging Helen, but then turns his attention to everyone as a group.

"Helen, you go check on the kids, if you haven't already and YOU four, I'm gonna have another long talk with, but we're going to do that later. Right now, Brandon, Ronald you grab Diana and throw her in one of those cells in the dungeon. There's a couple of good ones still left. Afterwards, all of you are going to help me clean up this place…shit there is so much to do."

Bobby tells you not to worry about doing anything as you did enough just having to deal with Diana and he wants you to just rest up for tomorrow. You offer to help, but he really won't hear of it. You don't press the issue since hey if he doesn't want you doing any work, you're not going to argue about that. Before you leave he tells you that he's got a spare gun in his clothing drawer just in case of an emergency.

Before you head to your room, you grab a quick meal since you realize you didn't really eat yesterday. By the time you get to your room, you're really glad you didn't have to help Bobby, because you're really starting to feel the aches and pain all over your body. You take another shower, which helps a little.

You spend the remainder of the day and night in the bedroom just resting. You hear noise occasionally from downstairs. At one point you hear the sound of vehicles outside and looking out the window you see someone driving the damaged army truck in front of where Aaron crashed through the gate as a temporary barrier you guess.

Eventually you hear a knock on the door. You ask who it is and it's Helen. You tell her to come in.

"Hey Suzy, I just came in to check on you. Are you feeling okay?" Helen asks.
"Well my body hurts all over, but other than that, I'm fine. You?" You ask.
"Oh, I'm a little sore too, but nothing to worry about."
"Hm, so how's the clean up going?"
"Oh, I suspect that will be going on through the night."
"Well I guess Bobby won't be coming to bed tonight then." You remark.

Then Helen walks towards the bed closer and asks:

"Did…did you want me to get into bed with you? I mean I know it's not the same but..."

You're almost at a loss for words.

"Excuse me? I just meant he won't be coming to bed, I wasn't even implying anything sexual, and why are you offering to get into bed with me?! Y'know Helen, you've been putting out some strange signals towards me a couple times these past few days and at this point I'm starting to think you're attracted to me…"

Helen's face turns a little pale and she attempts to turn to run away.

"Helen, stop! I wanna know what's going on in that head of yours, so come back." You demand and sit up as Helen slowly walks back over.

"I'm…sorry Suzy…I just thought…I dunno…you liked me…" Helen says looking down.
"I do like you, but…wait, so you don't love Bobby anymore?" you ask.
"I do…but I feel like we've been so close these past two days, I think I'm starting to fall for you too. I mean when our lips were touching I felt a closer connection to you than I ever had before."
"You were giving me mouth to mouth resuscitation!" you shout.
"But you embraced me in your arms! You even slipped your tongue in my mouth and when you opened your eyes you didn't even let go immediately…" Helen points out.
"I…I… was out of it! I thought you were Bobby!" you exclaim.
"Bobby kisses like me?" Helen asks.
"No, you tasted sweeter…I mean…fuck…Gah! Look I thought you were Bobby okay?"
"Okay…I'm sorry Suzy. I didn't mean to offend you."
"I'm not offended, this is just…weird though. I'm not a lesbian, not to mention I'm going to marry your brother. (Sigh) Look Helen, I'm a little tired to deal with this right now. I think we might have to address this in more detail tomorrow."
"But the wedding is tomorrow."
"Well, I guess that will be one more thing to deal with then, so until then good night. And before you even ask, no I won't tell Bobby about this. I'm sure he's got enough on his mind." You say.
"Thank you Suzy." Helen says and then slowly walks out of your room.

After she leaves you rub your face in disbelief of how this day has ended. This whole week has felt so random that you feel like you're in one of those choose your own adventure books, you can't even imagine how tomorrow is going to go.

The only upside is unless this is some really elaborate seduction plot, Helen's not planning to kill you like you thought she might be.

Then again, who the hell ever knows in this house?

As you start to fall asleep, you can imagine Grandma Morningstar is going to have a field day with this one.

[User] Next day…

[Assistant]
FRIDAY

"And now Suzy, having beaten the chicken soup out of all her other opponents this week, will take this final challenge by herself! Will she be able to do it ladies and gentlemen? Will she be able to impress Misty at last? We'll find out today! Let's give our small town girl some encouragement for her task at hand!"

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 tacos, fish tacos to be precise. The lack of subtlety is hardly surprising at this point.

You double face palm before exhaling and looking up.

"Really?" you ask in disbelief.
"This is the last task Suzy…" the disembodied announcer's voice whispers.
"I don't give a shit, the concept of fish tacos is fucking disgusting for one thing and for another…"

Suddenly Bobby's grandmother appears as she has been doing in your dreams.

"See? Told you we should've just went with traditional beef. Anyway I think the point was made." Bobby's grandmother cackles and with a wave of her cane, you're back in that blasted wasteland you were in last time.

"And what point would that be? And am I meeting this Misty yet or what?"
"No, you're not meeting Misty yet, and as for the point I think we both know what point that was."
"Yeah and I'm not a lesbian." You say.
"Who said you were? It's pretty clear you love the cock, but you're in some serious denial if you're standing here claiming that you're not into girls as well. It's okay, really. There are no lines, we're all here to enjoy each other's bodies."
"I'm not!" you protest.
"Oh come on Suzy, you know deep down you're curious. Some of that three way porn on your computer involves the two girls and a guy configuration. I'd say beyond curious at this point. We both know you find Helen cute because you're a narcissist at heart and she reminds you of yourself in some ways. Nothing like self love."
"Well she does have pretty eyes… but I'm still not interested. She's a girl and I just don't swing that way." you say.
"Bullshit, are you seriously saying you wouldn't like to put a strap on and do my grand daughter from behind? Pull her hair and make her say your name and then after you were done fucking her, you'd shove her face in your pussy until she licked it clean and you climaxed in her mouth?"

You're not sure what's more disturbing. A dead old lady giving graphic descriptions of how you'd fuck her grand daughter, or the fact that it's sort of turning you on a bit.

You're a little at loss for words.

"Hey…hey two girls and one guy isn't lesbian porn." You say fumbling with a partial defense.
"Oh? I see. So it's not gay if it's a three-way? Well whatever you have to tell yourself I suppose. Still, if you truly feel that way I'm wondering if you'd be open to…nah…"
"What?" you ask wondering where she's going with this.
"Hah! You ARE curious!" Grandma Morningstar cackles.
"I'm not! I'm just wondering what you were going to drone on about!"

"Okay then here it is, besides being really into getting blowjobs, Bobby's also really into girl on girl stuff. Bobby probably wouldn't turn down the idea of having a second wife which would be Helen in this instance. This wouldn't have worked before with Diana, because of how much you two hated each other. However, with Helen, I think this would be more workable…" Grandma Morningstar says.
"What? He's never told me this! He's never even gave any indication!" you say.
"Well of course he hasn't, as I told you before he's a bit too much a gentleman to suggest it and I'm fairly certain he's never even felt any romantic feelings towards Helen either. However I know for certain if you approached him with the idea, that he damn sure wouldn't be against it."
"Well I'D be fucking against it!" you say.
"Wait, so you're fine with murdering someone on your wedding day, but you're against marrying two people. You're fine with being associated with a bunch of murderers that practice incest, but you're against having sex with another girl even one you find attractive even if you don't want to admit it. Interesting set of moral values you've got there blondie."
"But I'm marrying into YOUR family! Isn't that a little hypocritical to criticize me when you've probably engaged in all manner of illegal and unnatural acts yourself?"
"Not at all. My point is I didn't really have the same arbitrary limits you place on yourself. I'm just pointing out your odd inconsistencies. I suppose it's not really your fault. You can't help the puritanical way you were raised."

You're getting a little agitated and getting tired of insane troll logic at this point.

"Look, if all you're going to do is insult me, I think I'd like to wake up now." You say.
"You will soon, in any case I'm just trying to help YOU out!"
"How is sharing Bobby helping me out?"
"Sheesh, first you still can't figure out who Misty is, now this? You really are slow on the uptake ain't ya blondie? You're lucky you're pretty." Bobby's grandmother asks and then taps you in the forehead with her hand.
"Ow! Stop!" you say and back away.
"Look, I'm just going to end with this sagely wisdom. If you really want to live in a harmonious household, I suggest you open your mind a little. You've already made a few steps in the right direction; you might as well go all the way. I mean who the hell is going to be judging you? Nobody important that's for sure. Besides, I'm sure with a little forethought you can think of the benefits of such an arrangement and turn it into an advantage. Well, that's what I think. Anyway, congrats on your wedding and you've got my blessing. Good luck!"

Good luck? Somehow that doesn't sound reassuring. You're about to ask Bobby's grandmother what she exactly means by that, but then she waves that damn cane again and you're enveloped the blackness and then you wake up.

"Gah, fucking bitch." You say groggily.
"Oh...I'm sorry for waking you…I just wanted to apologize for yesterday and give you this to see if it fits, but I understand if you don't want me here…" a familiar female voice remarks.

You look around the room and see Helen coming in carrying some red clothing.

"Huh? No, not you…wait what are you doing in here anyway? Did Bobby spend all night working on the house?" you ask
"I'm bringing in your wedding dress and yes, Bobby has been working on the house for the most part. Trying to patch up the big hole in the house, cleaning up the dungeon, blocking the front gate. He had to bury our brother Jordan as well. I don't believe he's actually slept yet."
"Oh yeah, forgot that that asshole killed one of your siblings. I didn't know him that well, but sorry for your loss." You remark.
"Thank you, but I suppose we're all just puppets in Tiamat's glourious chaos, so we all need to just move on right? We have to accept that some things just will never be…anyway could you see if this fits?" Helen asks holding up the red clothing which now looks a lot like lingerie.
"Wait, that's the wedding dress? It looks like slutty underwear from Hot Secret." You answer and get out of bed.

Helen's face looks a bit offended by that statement.

"My grandmother wore this on her wedding day! She had this dress made of the finest silk, not whatever cheap material they use in North Tiwanaland or some place! THIS is a one of a kind article of clothing! It's not something you'd find in some edgy teenager hang out!" Helen remarks.
"Okay! Geez. I'm not trying to insult the dress or your grandmother. It's just…well I thought I'd be wearing something a little more… substantial. But seeing as your family isn't exactly conventional and when in Rome…I guess I better try it on. Um, you washed it right?"
"Of course. Hand washed it myself. Can't risk putting it in a machine." Helen says and hands it to you.
"Red fishnets…red high heels…" you say.
"Yes. Those shoes were also special made with the finest…"
"Leather. Yes, I can imagine. Let me guess the fishnets were made with the finest silk as well."
"Well of course, what else would it be?"
"What else indeed. Okay, well I guess I'm going in the bathroom to change."
"I understand. I'm still sorry about making you uncomfortable about my unwanted advances." Helen says.

Before you enter the bathroom, you start to wonder…

"Helen, why did you approach me? Or rather I know why, but you were attracted to Bobby long before you met me. You obviously have the inner strength to make the first move as it were."
"Well, that was a little different for several reasons. I mean Diana would've killed me had I actually made a move on Bobby! With you, I just…I dunno. The moment felt right? And it still wasn't easy. Of course I misread signals. Sorry." Helen remarks meekly.

And there it is, Helen's subservience in action. Even with Diana gone, Helen's mindset hasn't changed much. You're just a "nicer" replacement to Diana. You're fairly certain now that Helen means no harm to you, if indeed she ever really did.

So this is it, you'll marry Bobby, have children by him and live happily ever as queen in this twisted family. Helen as usual will play the second fiddle content with her lot in life. As strange as that seems all relatively good for you, you still can't help but think Helen doesn't deserve better in some way. She did directly save your life after all.

It makes you start to ponder Grandma Morningstar's words of opening one's mind to make way for new possibilities…

[User] You continue on your path

[Assistant]
And you silently dismiss that idea immediately!

Grandma Morningstar may or may not have been right about your "flexible" sexuality, but even if she was, you are still not fucking Helen just because you feel sorry for her or on some whim!

Besides, you're about to marry Bobby and you made a damn commitment. You can't just be fucking his sister, hours before the wedding. Maybe nobody else in this family has any much sense of "social mores" but that's just wrong as far as your concerned. And even if Bobby WAS okay with it, you're already making enough sacrifices for him and giving in to his possible secret desires for a harem aren't part of that plan. You're the only one and that's that. You don't fucking share.

You enter the bathroom and go through your usual routine of showering and such. Afterwards you finally get around putting on the "wedding dress."

The first thing you do is look at the dress before putting it on and wondering if it's going to be bigger in the chest area. While you're not lacking in that region, you've met Bobby's grandmother (in dream form anyway) and she's got at least another couple cup sizes on you. In fact her body type back in her prime was more of an old school 1950s pinup girl hourglass figure than your own "petite" size.

The funny thing is, as soon as you put it on, it seems to fit perfectly to your own body. The material isn't any sort of spandex or stretchy material, it's silk like Helen said, but given Bobby's family's strangeness, you have to wonder if it's…magical?

"Magical underwear." You scoff; shaking your head in half disbelief you're even considering it. Not surprisingly the stockings AND the shoes fit you perfectly as well.

Yeah, Grandma Morningstar probably had all this stuff weaved by a giant magical spider voodoo priest or some shit because it doesn't make sense that any of this stuff would fit you so well.

Regardless of its origins, you do feel pretty comfortable despite looking like a Hollywood streetwalker. The heels don't even hurt your feet, though you're still a little unsteady on them due to not being used to wearing such things. Let alone these being stilettos.

The last time you wore heels was when Uncle Ed made you wear stripperiffic clothing with the intent to lure Bobby and his dad into the woods where he could kill them. While everything turned out for the best because you met Bobby that fateful night, the part with Uncle Ed still gives you the shivers just thinking about it.

You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before leaving the bathroom.

"Well Suzy, you might look like a whore in this thing, but at least you look like a high priced one." You say to yourself.

When you exit the bathroom Helen stands up and looks at you.

"Oh my. You're…you're…so beautiful looking. I knew it would fit you perfectly." Helen gushes.
"Yeah I am pretty hot looking in this get up. Shit, still can't balance on these heels though." You say.
"Hmm, well maybe you can dispense with those. I mean I'd hate for you to fall down the stairs when we go show everyone how you look. Maybe we should take some pictures!" Helen says approaching you.
"What? I thought I was just putting it on as a test drive as it were. While I won't deny this stuff feels pretty comfortable on my skin that I don't mind wearing it, I sort of don't want to be walking around the house with it on until show time. Besides everyone can see how awesomely sexy I am then."
"I think they should see you now. It'll raise the spirits around here seeing you dressed like this." Helen remarks as she begins touching your arm.
"Well it'll raise something with the males around here when they see me of course. Not sure about the ladies of this house, though you're getting a little too close there Helen."
"Oh please? At least go show Bobby. I know he'd like to see you." Helen says ignoring your previous remark about invading your personal space.
"I'm sure he's really busy right now, besides isn't it bad luck for me to see him right before the wedding?"
"Oh you're thinking of those silly traditions for other weddings. That's not the case here. Come on I'll take you to him." Helen says and at this point is pulling on your hands almost causing you fall.
"Hey! I nearly fell! I told you already that you're too damn close!" you snap.

Helen immediately backs away and looks down submissively.

"I'm sorry Suzy. I didn't mean to violate your personal space."
"(Sigh) It's fine Helen…just calm down a bit and let me at least take these shoes off first before I go heading downstairs."

As you sit down and start taking your shoes off, you and Helen start to hear noise from outside. The both of you go over to the window to take a peek.

You and Helen see several figures crawling under the truck blocking the broken front gate or trying to climb the fence. The ones that have gotten in are loping in a wild jerky like motion. They're also screaming, howling and making inhuman sounds. From your vantage point they LOOK human, but they're certainly not acting like it.

Then the door swings open causing both you and Helen to jump a bit. It's Veronica with a gun in hand.

"What the hell are you two doing in here, dyking it out? Don't you know we're being attacked by zombies?" Veronica exclaims.
"I was trying on my wedding dress, thank you very much and we only just saw the freaks outside, so they are zombies?" you say.
"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.
"Well hurry up or else there isn't going to be a wedding. We're having a hard time trying to…"

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 HAD to get worse…" you say shaking your head.
"Suzy, we need to hurry to go help Bobby." Helen says pointing out the obvious.
"Yeah, hold on let me just get something."

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."
"What? I'm not giving you the gun! And 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.

Helen's insistence on wanting the gun is making you even more paranoid in this already fucked up situation. In the back of your mind you can't help but think she's going to shoot you even though the pair of you are supposed to be cool with each other. Of course it's possible she'd just feel safer with the gun in her hand.

You don't actually know if she's a better shot than you, though you aren't exactly a highly skilled sharp shooter. Especially after failing to hit Diana during your scuffle yesterday.

[User] You hand the gun to Helen

[Assistant]
You're making a big leap in faith here…

You look at Helen and the gun, then with a deep exhale you slowly hand it to her.

Helen takes the pistol and checks it before addressing you.

"You still don't trust me do you?" Helen says looking a little hurt.
"I gave you the gun didn't I? Come on let's go deal with these zombies, or whatever they are before they eat us or something."
"Um, aren't you going to change your clothing?" Helen asks.
"Huh? Oh." You say not even realizing you were still dressed the way you were. "No, it's my fucking wedding day, but I will be taking this." You say and then unplug the small desk lamp you mentioned earlier to Helen and take it as a makeshift weapon.
"Um, okay then." Helen remarks and the pair of you are out the door with her taking the lead.

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.

As you approach yet another door, suddenly two of the creatures burst through it. The sight and surprise cause the both of you to scream, but Helen manages to keep her cool long enough to shoot the first creature directly in the head, dropping it immediately.

The second one however tackles Helen to the floor. She drops her pistol and struggles with the creature while calling for you to help. You don't even bother scrambling for the gun yourself; you just smash the side of the thing's head with the lamp you already have in hand, which is enough to cause it roll off of Helen, but not enough to kill it.

With a massive head wound the thing starts to move again, continuing to make all sorts of horrible guttural noises. Helen however has retaken possession of the gun again and fires two more shots into the thing's face. It ceases moving and slumps lifelessly to the floor.

"Shit, that was intense." You say.
"Yeah, thanks for getting that thing off me." Helen remarks.
"No problem. Guess it was a good idea handing you the gun afterall. You are a much better shot. I probably would've missed and dropped the damn gun as soon as those zombies came running through the door."
"Y'know 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 and help Helen up.

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.
"I'm just glad the both of you are okay. I have to ask though, what's with your clothing?" Bobby asks.
"Oh yeah, I guess Veronica didn't tell you, I was trying on the wedding dress when all this shit went down. Speaking of which let's get this wedding started! I'm anxious to get married!" you say and go up to Bobby giving him a kiss.

Now you've caught everyone off guard. One moment they're fighting for their lives, the next they're attending a wedding.

"Now?" Bobby asks.
"We just won a great victory and I'm in my wedding dress. What better time than now?" you ask.
"Well I suppose you have a point." Bobby says with a smile.
"Good! I'm ready to become part of this family." You say.

Bobby looks around at the rest of his family.

"Well, you heard my soon to be wife! Let's get this started! Helen go get the kids, Brandon, Ronald, go grab Diana and the rest of you do a quick sweep of the house just to make sure we got all those bastards. Let's go!" Bobby orders.

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!"
"Well, like I've told you before, I just wanted it to be perfect."

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

"Bobby, just being with you, is enough perfection for me. Besides, isn't the carnage surrounding us true perfection in the eyes of Tiamat's chaotic glory or something?" you ask.

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

"Yes, I suppose you're right." He says and then pauses. "You know I've been thinking. I'll take care of Diana personally; you don't need to worry about her anymore. You don't need to go through some sacrifice ritual just to prove yourself…I know you love me and that you're one of us now. No need to dirty your hands on her."
"That's sweet and I'm really glad you feel that way. But I'll take the knife anyway, I've got something special in mind." You say.
"Oh? Like what?"
"Oh, you'll see." You say with a smile.

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, then Helen with all the children. Finally 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…"
"Bobby, 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.

Nobody has any real objections to this, well except Diana of course.

"Bobby! You're making a fucking mistake! I'M your soul mate! I'M the one supposed to marry you! You're betraying Tiamat and everything we hold dear!" she screams.

Ignoring Diana, Bobby recites what you guess is a passage from whatever holy book of Tiamat he got it from and when the time comes, you accept your place as his wife.

Then the both of you kiss like you've done so many times before, though this time it's different. Most of Bobby's family claps if they are able. 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. Diana's eyes would burn through you if they could.

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

At this point Bobby calmly pulls out a knife and hands it to you.

"Did you still want the honors?" Bobby asks.

You take the knife and look over at Helen, who is trying her best to look supportive. Well, you know she IS supportive, but you also know that this isn't really what she wants. Still, maybe there is a way to make things just a little better for her.

"Helen, you and I have been through a lot this week and in this week I've come to see you as the sister I never had. Now that I'm officially part of this family, we ARE sisters. I know this is my day, but I feel like I should at least share some of my fortune with you. So here you go. Time to finally put all those years of bullying to rest." You say and hand Helen the knife.

Helen is shocked by your gesture. Several other family members are as well. Diana however is still livid.

"Oh by Tiamat's Chaotic Cunt…I'm not believing this…fine. I've been a bullying bitch to you, I won't deny that, is that what you want to hear? But if you REALLY love Bobby as much as I KNOW you do, you'll take that knife and stab the shit out of that bitch over there before you stab me, because if you don't you're just going to play second fiddle to blondie for the rest of your life and NEVER get Bobby. And you'll just be loser like you alw…UGH!" Diana's words are interrupted when Helen rushes to her and stabs her in the chest.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU WERE ALWAYS IN THE FUCKING WAY! JUST FUCKING DIE! DIE! JUST DIE ALREADY! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! DIE!" Helen screams alternating between laughing and crying while stabbing Diana. Brandon and Ronald let go of Diana and everyone just watches Helen's meltdown.

When it's all said and done, Helen is on top of her sister's bloody body and the floor covered in blood.

"I…always…(pant)…why? Why couldn't you (sob) have…just been nice…(sob) just once? Nice…like…Suzy." Helen says in a quivering voice and looks at you.

At this point you get up and walk over to Helen. You even kneel down in the blood next to her. She drops the knife and goes to hug you and completely falls apart in your arms.

"Shhh, it's okay Helen…it's okay. It's over now…" you say.

Helen looks at you and nods silently. While she sniffles and tries to compose herself, you address everyone who are probably starting to form their own ideas about what Diana might've been babbling about. Even Bobby is alert again.

"Okay folks, I'm sure we need to clean up around here after this recent attack and I also imagine that Bobby could use some rest, so let's help him out and get to it!" you say.

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 help Bobby upstairs and the pair of you collapse on the bed. You won't be celebrating your honeymoon tonight, but at least you'll be sleeping together.

You cuddle up to Bobby who is fast asleep at this point and head into dreamland yourself, fully expecting Grandma Morningstar to fuck with you in some way as usual.

[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 broomstick.

It's just a plain wooden broomstick, nothing more, nothing less.

"Nice. I'm guessing you were listening to Diana's rant earlier." You say unemotionally.

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

"Hey at least it wasn't a plate of tacos this time. Guess you really are deeply repressed." Grandma Morningstar says.
"Whatever. 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.
"Yay! Your pretty little blonde head finally got it! And no you don't get to meet her."
"What? After all this build up? Seems pretty anti-climatic."
"Yeah, well besides her being busy, the jury's still out on you."
"But…didn't I win? I'm part of the family now."
"Yes, yes, technically you won, I suppose, but the lot you're with are practically just sheep to be lead around by the nose by Bobby so they'll accept anything he says and Bobby's in love so of course he's fine with whatever you do as long as you're petting his ego and sucking his dick. However, it wasn't like you killed Diana yourself."
"So? I let Helen do it. I think it was pretty therapeutic for her."
"Hmm, and do you think Helen is going to be on your side in the long run knowing how she feels about not just Bobby, but you as well? You're too soft hearted, but marrying her and Bobby might've better solved the potential problems you may have with Helen in the future. However you didn't do that and while you probably appeased her feelings in the short term, I still say problems are going to crop up in the future with her. You don't think she won't just snap one day or silently plot against you?"
"Maybe, but I'd say that's unlikely."

Grandma Morningstar snorts.

"And how can you be so sure?"
"I'm not, but isn't that what chaos is all about? The risk on a possible outcome no matter how small? I mean I'm sure the pragmatic thing to do would be to kill Helen, but I don't really see why I should or need to. In fact a little kindness is already going a long way with her and will most likely do so in the foreseeable future. Besides, this whole week has taught me a little something about myself."
"Oh? And what's that?" Grandma Morningstar asks.

"I'm fucked up." You say.
"Well I could've told you that." Grandma Morningstar cackles.
"No what I mean is, there is a dark place within me. I know that now. I even feel it sometimes. Why else would I willingly marry a man in a murderous cult? I mean obviously I've got some serious mental issues going on in my head that I've only managed to not act on and outright block out mainly because I've been doing next to nothing in life. Until recently that is. I've been realizing that the more fucked up things get around me, the easier it would be for me to just say fuck it too and go full retard on the dark side and the thing is, I'd probably be fairly decent at it. Probably even better than most of the current family here."

Grandma Morningstar listens intently wondering where you're going with this.

"But I'm not going to do that, because I also still have a sense of decency. I see no reason to just go engaging in murder, rape and all the rest of that shit just because I'm…evil? I mean am I evil? I don't know. Probably to most I would be. Probably to you, I'm not evil enough, but to me I'm just me. And THAT'S all I have to worry about. My own fucking code. So, if I want to show kindness to Helen because a small part of me feels genuine pity for her, then so be it. And by the same token, if I suddenly feel the need to blow her brains out because I feel she's a risk, well we'll just have to see what happens in the future."

Grandma Morningstar leans on her cane and remains silent staring at you, then a creepy smiles spreads across her face.

"Well, I guess we will blondie. I guess we will. I suppose Tiamat's chaos can be as kind as it can be cruel. Who is to say what is right? Well anyway, see you 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 still with you partially under the blankets. He puts down a book he was reading.

"Hey, it's about time you got up. You look a little frazzled. Bad dream?" Bobby asks.
"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." Bobby remarks.

As Bobby brings you closer to him by putting his arm around you, and he surprises you with his next words.

"So…Helen was in love with me huh?" he says.
"…yeah…she was. She probably still is." You say.
"(Sigh) Shit. You don't think this will be a problem do you?" Bobby says.
"Why would it be? You don't have the same feelings for her do you?" you ask.
"No, never thought about her in that way. Didn't know she felt that way about me until Diana opened her mouth yesterday. Guess it's sort of obvious in retrospect. I was just more concerned about you though. I don't want you fearing for plots against your life. I mean I can go talk to her…"
"Don't worry about it. I've discussed all this with Helen on more than one occasion this week. We've worked it out." You say.

While this reassures Bobby you start to wonder about a few of the things you spoke to his grandmother about.

"Bobby?" you ask.
"Yes?"
"Are you disappointed that I didn't kill Diana?"
"What? What's brought this on? I told you that didn't need to kill Diana."
Yeah, but it seemed so important to you before and it doesn't have to be just Diana, I mean are you disappointed that I haven't killed…anyone? I mean before this week went all to hell, I was supposed to sacrifice one of your captives that Aaron blew up."

Bobby's arm squeezes around you a little tighter as if to reassure you.

"Suzy, I've had a lot of things to think about this week. I had all these grand plans of how this week was going to go and due to unforeseen events some of those plans went to shit. Such is the way of chaos and such is the will of Tiamat. Maybe all of this was her way of showing me that. But getting back to you, I had time to think hard about our relationship and why I fell in love with you in the first place. Your innocence." Bobby remarks.
"My virginity?" you say.
"Ha ha! Well that might've been part of it, but I was referring more about the fact that well you hadn't grown up in the same sort of environment I did. That you hadn't killed anyone."
"Are you saying the fact that I hadn't murdered anyone made you more drawn to me?"
"Yes initially. You have to remember Suzy, as fucked up as YOU think your family were, you were the closest link to normal for me and I guess that was sort of a turn on. Of course in time when our relationship grew into love, I wanted even more to…corrupt you? I guess that might be the right word. I wanted you to be more like me, more like my family."
"But…?"

"But, like I said a lot of shit happened this week. I tried to make plans that didn't work out the way I expected which made me realize that maybe I shouldn't have been making so many plans, and then I came to the conclusion that maybe I shouldn't be trying so hard to change you either. I should just go more with the flow and whatever happens, happens. If you never sacrifice someone in Tiamat's honor, that's fine. Hell, if you never even accept her glorious chaos, that's fine too. I love you for who you are now, that's good enough for me and always will be."

Bobby's words make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You might not be that "good girl" that once hid from the world in basement anymore, but apparently in Bobby's eyes, you're still "his good girl."

You begin to initiate closer intimacy and then 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." You remark rubbing your eyes too.
"Wait a minute…I think I know…" Bobby says and gets up.

He walks over to the window and you 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.

"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."
"Oh we are. I'm not even worried about that, it's just I wanted to spend the day relaxing with 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.

Eventually you will have to deal with this new world and whatever its going to throw at you, but for now you and Bobby allow yourselves to enjoy yourselves after this chaotic week.

[User] Continue

[Assistant]
Calm in the Storm of Chaos

The Future…

"Look Nergal, I know Emberville is miles away, but ever since those dumb ass rednecks have been aggressively trying to move in on our territory, we can't trade with them or even New Security anymore in the near future. So get these crates of berries and apples over there as quick as you can and get us some medical supplies." You say to Nergal having to strain your neck just to look up at him a bit.

Nergal is an imposing figure to be sure. He's the largest member of the family, but he'll always be your "baby" as far as you're concerned.

"But why do I have to do this? I want to go help Anu and Dad fight those trailer trash fuckers." Nergal replies.
"Don't argue son. Besides, Aiden and Nadia are going with you. I thought you liked hanging out with them."
"Well they're good in a fire fight sure, but…I dunno I always feel like they're telepathic talking about me inside each others' heads. They're always making odd laughter about some private joke that only they know."
"Well that's probably because they are, but trust me, you know deep down they'll come through for you. Right?" you say asking Aiden and Nadia.

The two twins look at each other.

"Of…" Aiden says.
"course…" Nadia says.
"Aunt Suzy." They both say in unison with a smile.

You've gotten used to a lot of odd things since marrying Bobby, but these two sibling never fail to creep you out to a minor degree. You go back to address Nergal.

"Now get a move on, you know those mutants really like their fruit…oh and DON'T waste any of it on some three legged hooker like before. You remember what happened last time, you had to use up some of the medical supplies just curing yourself of whatever the hell that… thing was carrying…ugh. You're lucky your cock didn't turn green and fall off."
"Aw mom…" Nergal says looking a bit embarrassed.
"Don't aw mom me. You heard what I said. Now get going and be safe son." You remark and hug him goodbye before the three of them get in the truck.

You watch the gate open, the truck leave and the gate close again before going to check on your other son who is inside the house.

You find Enki in his workshop with a stack of books and reading one he took from the library (Unsurprisingly the town library was mostly untouched in the chaos, nobody in town has ever appreciated reading very much even before the bombs). As usual he's reading something science related, probably in the effort to figure out how to possibly improve something around here...or perhaps he's just doing it for his own enjoyment.

"Anything interesting son?" you ask.
"Oh. Didn't see you there mom. I fixed those guns Dad took from the last raid on those rednecks. I was just catching up on some reading. I was reading about solar power, but I dunno where we'd get the panels. I guess we're sticking with biofuel in the foreseeable future. In any case I think I need to go search the library again, I'm almost done with the books I took last time."

You smile at how he's always trying to learn new things. He's always been the smartest of your children. He's also the quietest and most introspective. He probably takes after you the most, not surprising since he looks the most like you.

You pat him on the shoulder.

"Sometimes I think it's a shame you didn't grow up before the bombs. You would've really liked the Internet. All that knowledge at the tip of your fingers and you never had to ever leave the house." You say.
"Yeah, you've told me before mom. Sounded really useful, wish it was still around." Enki replies.
"Certainly occupied a lot of my time, anyway I'll let you get back to it. Remember to eat something son, I know how you get really involved with your reading and tinkering."

Leaving Enki to his own devices you decide to go back to your own as well by heading to your room, and that's when the sounds of various laughter and similar noises coming up from the basement stairs. School must be out.

Several little ones pass you by, a few wave or say "Hi Aunt Suzy" but most to run off to go play. You don't even know which ones belong to who anymore, you just know they aren't yours or Bobby's and you are definitely glad that it isn't your responsibility to look after them.

"Children! Remember if you go outside, to stay within the fence! Don't try to climb over it! I mean it!" you hear Helen shout.

You then see Helen slowly walking from the basement stairs. She looks pretty drained but then having to look after the Morningstar youth constantly for years tends to do that to a person.

"You need some help there Helen? You look a little tired." You ask.
"Oh, hey there Suzy. I'm fine. They were just a little overly rambunctious today. All excited about tonight's sacrifice to Tiamat I guess." Helen replies.
"Oh is it time for one of those again? Didn't realize. Seems like you've been having a lot of them lately." You say.
"Well, we are at war with those trailer parkers. Tends to bring in some more captives than usual."
"Mmm, true." You say with a nod.

You're about to leave when Helen makes more conversation.

"You shouldn't worry about them you know. They're fine." She says.
"Who shouldn't I worry about?" you ask.
"Bobby and Anu."
"I wasn't worried. Why would I be Helen?"
"Oh…um…well I thought maybe with them leading these raids against the trailer park, your concern would be increased." Helen starting to stumble over her words.
"Not particularly, I know they're both far more skilled than some trailer trash."
"Yes…of course. I just know how much you love Bobby and wouldn't want anything to happen to him, and Anu being your first born and all."
"Indeed, but I'm almost inclined to believe you're more worried than I am especially given your own feelings towards him." You say.
"What? I don't love Bobby! I mean I do, but not in that way! I mean it's not like that anymore!" Helen exclaims.
"I wasn't talking about Bobby. I was talking about Anu." You say.

Helen begins to look panicked.

"I…I um…" Helen begins to sputter.
"Oh come on Helen, Anu, looks almost exactly like a younger version of Bobby. You probably saw it as a second chance even. I'm not blind Helen, I know you've been fucking my son."

Helen's eyes begin to tear up and she begins to shake. You ALMOST have an urge to press this a little further, but you just can't bring yourself to torment poor Helen even if it would be funny to do so.

"Helen, Helen, relax okay? I'm not angry. Stop worrying and calm yourself." You say and put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to reassure her.
"Y…you're not?" Helen responds.
"Well…that might be the wrong choice of words. I'm not THRILLED by the idea, but I already confronted Anu about this, months ago when I first started to notice it. Wasn't really a conversation I wanted to have and Anu swore up and down that it was all his idea…though I suspect he wasn't entirely truthfully about that…"

Helen's head looks down.

"I'm sorry…I just…I was so lonely…you don't know what it's like…" Helen meekly says.
"I know Helen. I know. (Sigh) Look, the only reason why I'm not excessively angry about this is because…well this family isn't exactly conventional and you're both consenting adults and Anu's old enough to make his own decisions."
"So…you're okay with it?"
"Eh…let's just say…that time you brought me back to life in the past? That debt's finally repaid. Just…just continue to keep it low profile okay?"
"Of course! We will Suzy…and thank you for understanding." Helen says and hugs you tightly.
"Mm, well I am the nice one in the family." You say patting her on the back and slowly withdrawing yourself away.

Helen bids you goodbye with a slightly more upbeat tone and leaves to go see to the children. You just shake your head at how simple it is to make Helen happy. You guess after all these years; you still can't help but feel sorry for her.

You may not be a born killer like most in this family, but you've definitely proven that even living among incestuous cult killers, a little kindness still goes a long way.


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

[User] You break up with Cindy

[Assistant]
You have to go for this. Even if doesn't work out you'll always be wondering "What if?"

But before you can do anything, you have to break up with Cindy first. You aren't looking forward to it, but in a way you feel it's probably for the best no matter what happens with Eliza. You don't particularly want to move and you're happy where you're at right now. Cindy's been dominating your relationship since you've been together and it's time to put an end to it.

When you get home, Cindy's already there questioning where you've been. You take a deep breath and say what's on your mind about her whole plan to move and how you're not into the idea. This of course has the predictable result of causing an argument, but Cindy's not an idiot. She KNOWS there is more to it than just the moving. She continues to press the issue of where you've been before you came to tell her this new revelation.

Eventually you just tell her everything about how you also have feelings for Eliza. Cindy becomes very upset and even throws a few objects at you before attempting to hit you with her fists. You manage to fend her off long enough so she stops and just resorts to calling you every swear word in the human language (and a few in some other languages!) before starting to pack her belongings.

"Cindy, I'm really sorry, I didn't want it to be like this, I just…"

"Save it asshole. I can't believe I fell for you! I see now that you can take the boy out of the gutter, but you can't take the gutter out of the boy. I hope you and your trashy barmaid have a good life together because you certainly deserve each other. Oh and don't think you're getting away with this insult. My wrath will be terrible. This, I fucking vow dickhead!"

And with that Cindy leaves while slamming the door of your apartment. It went about as well as you could've expected. All you have to do now is talk to Eliza again. You figure you should probably give her a couple days before do so though.

A few days pass and after work you head over to the inn.

"Oh it's you. I suppose you're looking for Eliza, well she's here. Dunno where though. Y'know, you should've just tried to hook up with me instead. Hell I wouldn't have even cared if you still wanted to stay with Cindy." Rita says.

"Yeah, just as long as I bought you something nice and expensive right? Sorry, I don't go for gold digging whores."

"Oh fuck you, Mr. big shot doctor! Don't try to play moral superiority on me with all the drama you got going on!"

"I wasn't playing anything and none of this is about you anyway, despite the fact that you like to think everything is." You retort and leave.

After a quick scan of the room, you don't see Eliza. You head over to the bar where Wendy is located.

"Wendy where's Eliza?"

"You're back a lot earlier than I expected. You just cost me 20 coppers in the bet we had going. But nevermind all that, I'd just like to say, that you really fucked up with how you handled this situation. I hope you've at least had the sense to break over with that snooty bitch before trying this again."

"Cindy's not…" you begin to say still feeling the need to defend her, but you stop yourself "(Sigh) Yeah, yeah I did. And I'm probably going to pay for it later."

"We all pay for our mistakes in some way. She's in the kitchen. And hey! Be gentle with her, she's been upset for the past few days and in a fragile state right now."

You nod and enter the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen all eyes turn to you. Eliza's, your mother's, the other workers you don't know, everyone. You half expect Eliza to run off again, but she doesn't in fact she seems ready to confront you.

"Um, Flameflower can you be in charge of the staff for a little while?" she asks.

"Can I? I've waited for this day to come!" Flameflower gleefully says in semi-power drunk glee and then telling everyone to quickly get to work. Her sister Sunshine looks a little jealous. You knew Eliza had managed to instill a work ethic into them, but you didn't think either of them would jump on the chance for more responsibility.

"If you two are going to talk here at the inn, I suggest one of the empty rooms upstairs and I'd rather you not cause such a scene this time." You mother says.

"We won't."

You and Eliza exit the kitchen through the back way.

"Hey wait doesn't this lead to your family's living quarters?" Eliza asks.

"Yeah, and what better place to talk? Nobody will be there, nobody will interrupt us and if something upsetting does happen, a scene won't be caused."

You take Eliza to the living area to talk. You notice she's shaking a bit.

"How come you're shaking?"

"I'm nervous. I've been nervous about all this for the past few days. I didn't know what was going to come next. I didn't even know if you were going to come back after what I said to you."

"What you said? If anything, I should be the one apologizing for all the stuff I did. I mean I mean you were right, I dumped all this stuff on to you suddenly, I also just grabbed and kissed you the way I did. That was really out of line, I'm sorry about that."

"It wasn't so much the kiss that bothered me, it was just the situation in which it happened really. I always believed our first kiss…if we ever had one, would be under different circumstances."

You take a deep breath before continuing.

"Well I feel you should know, I've broken up with Cindy."

"You really broke up with her?"

"Yes, she's vowed revenge on me and everything."

"Revenge? You don't think she'll do anything crazy or violent do you?"

"I don't think so and least I hope not. Look, I'll deal with it when it happens. The point is, I want you to know is I'm here for YOU now. If this means your ready, then I'm ready too. If this means you still need some time, I'll back off and wait. If that means you don't want me at all, then fine I'll leave you alone."

Eliza takes your hand.

"I don't want you to leave. I've waited a long time for this moment, but I still have concerns about whether we'll really be happy together or not. I mean what if you come to the conclusion one day that you've made a mistake breaking up with Cindy. I'd hate for you to start resenting me for that."

"Eliza, my breaking up with Cindy wasn't only for you. I mean I hate to admit it, but yeah perhaps there were selfish reasons for breaking up with her as well. Like not wanting to have her plan our entire life out with minimal say on my part. I really should've broken up with her earlier (Sigh) I really did handle this poorly. I just hope you can forgive me for putting you through all this."

Your talk with Eliza goes on for awhile, eventually you both agree on taking things slow at first, but the pair of you are pretty happy about this new relationship.

Time passes and your relationship with Eliza is going well. Unfortunately Cindy is true to her word and takes revenge even after she leaves Klyton.

She doesn't do it directly, but rather indirectly, namely through her father's business connections. The price of booze distributed to your family's inn is increased, the food too. Most of the traveling merchants that used to stay at the inn now have taken their business elsewhere. Your family's inn takes a huge loss, and it ends up resulting in laying off most of the staff.

While your mother could keep the place running even with all the cut backs, she ultimately decides it isn't worth it and sells it altogether in a few years. Naturally Cindy's father makes sure his people are the ones that get a hold of it. The revenge tries to continue on directly through price gouging from a few shops you buy from, but you manage to put an end to that, by reminding the various owners that you're a doctor and how pissing you off might not be beneficial for their health plan should they ever get sick in the future.

You apologize to your mother for the situation with the inn however, but she tells you not to worry about it. She got enough from the sale and is moving to Teckleville like she originally planned. She just hopes that you and Eliza will visit every once in awhile.

With Eliza out of a job, she moves in with you. It becomes permanent when you get married. Eventually you also move to Teckleville to start a private practice and soon Eliza gives birth to twins and you start the next phase of your relationship as a family.

Overall your life with Eliza is a good one and you never regret your decision even if it did result in the loss of your family's inn. Besides you always had the best thing that was ever connected to that place and really that's what was important.


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

[User] You say Nothing

[Assistant]
You look at the woman, Monica according to the badge you found, and try to remember her from when you were just a kid. Vaguely you do remember her. A stranger you didn't know who was there to talk to you and your family a few times. Her presence had made your parents nervous, your stepfather was angry that she was there at all. The night before she visited for the last time, he had come to your room and the game he wanted to play was rougher than usual.

"You don't talk to her. You tell her you love your parents and that we treat you nice. You don't tell her about our playtime after bed. Or we'll play a new game and you won't like it at all," your stepfather's voice had been cruel as he whispered the threat into your ear that night.

The next day, you had done exactly as he said. It hurt to sit down and talk to her, so you had shifted back and forth to try to find a sitting position that didn't make you feel sore. She had attributed it to you being a hyperactive child and nothing else. You don't remember what all she asked of you, only that you didn't tell the truth for them. Your stepfather was scarier and than some stranger, you didn't know anything about after all.

But, she was a professional. Monica should have seen through all of that. It was her job to save children. But, she hadn't saved you. She left you there with your stepfather and his fucked up games. He got bold after that. Every night for years he had come into your room until you were finally old enough in your teens to spend most of your nights couch surfing at friend's houses. It was better to be arrested for sneaking out of the house and loitering somewhere at night than to have to play another one of that monster's games.

Maybe she did deserve this.


[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 head back to road

[Assistant] You continue down the road for another hour. You finally see a road sign saying "Clayton 5 Miles". This sparks a bit of joy in you. By this rate you'll definitely be there within an hour and half. Then to Bright Meadow within two to three hours.

[User] You move forwards faster

[Assistant] Your energetic boost pushed you further down the road. In the distance you spot an abandoned car.

[User] You search vehicle

[Assistant] You look through the windows and don't see much left in the car. One of the side windows was broken open.

[User] You get into the car

[Assistant] You immediately check for keys and they aren't in the ignition. You decide to search the car more.

[User] You check the glove box

[Assistant] You open the glove box and it has papers in it. Mostly car insurance and information.

[User] You check the backseat

[Assistant] You notice a dried blood stain on the back car seat. There is also some trash.

[User] You check the floors

[Assistant] You scan underneath the front car seats and the floors. You find the car keys were just out of sight under the driver's seat.

[User] You start the car

[Assistant] You try to start the car several times and nothing happens. You think of the possibility it needs gas and maybe they had spare gas in the trunk.

[User] You pop the trunk

[Assistant] You press the button to unlock the trunk. It slowly lifts open.

[User] You check the trunk

[Assistant] You get out of the car and walk towards the trunk.


[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 sit back and watch the show

[Assistant]
No way are you going to miss a front row seat to watch the master do his work! You just need a good place to be at that's out of the way of the destruction.

"Okay so now that that's settled, is there any place on the island that's relatively uninhabited?" you ask
"As you can see the island is mostly still in its natural state, but I'm assuming you're talking about areas that aren't visited or traveled very often, well there's a peninsula on the island that's pretty much avoided since it just consists of a rocky plateau. Nothing grows there and it's barren."
"Good that's where I'll be then." You say.
Moreau looks at you wondering why you're acting strangely, then he wonders the same thing about Gil when he starts asking to leave.

"Uh…Moreau can you take me back to the mainland? I don't care; just drop me off at the nearest swamp." Gil asks.
"What?! I can't leave right now, the Martians will be here soon and so will your cousin, I have to look out for my people! Why do you want to leave anyway? I thought you were going to live here."
"I changed my mind! Look it won't take that long, I just need to leave!"
"Well I'm not leaving now, you'll have to wait until this blows over. Or if you really want to leave I'm sure you can swim."
"It's the fucking ocean you dick! I can't be swimming in saltwater for extended periods of time! I can't wait either! My cousin still sounded like he was pissed at me! He'll destroy this whole island and me with it!"
"What?!" Moreau says startled.
"Uh, Gil's exaggerating! Nothing to worry about!" you say attempting to shut Gil up.
"Wait a minute! What the hell have you two brought to my island!?"
"Dammit Moreau, if you don't know who the fuck Godzilla is it's your own damn fault! Look just keep your freaks out of the way and everything will be fine." You say.

Now Moreau looks as green as Gil, who's looking even greener if such a thing was possible. They're looking very worried.

[User] You come up with another plan

[Assistant]
"Hey look I got an idea…"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP WOLF!" Moreau screams.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into calling my cousin!" Gil says and then attacks you!

You and Gil start wailing on each other pretty good, eventually your fighting brings you both in the middle of the town where Moreau's freaks look on in wide eyed wonder. They're even more surprised when Moreau comes out with a silver fork and stabs you in the back with it.

"Agh! What the fuck? Fuckin' silverware? You're gonna have to do better than that Freakmaker!" you say turning around, and slashing Moreau a couple times across the throat, killing him. Unfortunately you turned your back on Gil, who takes advantage of the fork in your back and drives it in deeper, puncturing vital organs.

You fall to the ground in extreme pain attempting to catch your breath, as Gil smashes your face into some rocks and reenacting a psycho killer tactic by repeatedly stabbing the shit out of you with the silver fork, until he's sure you're dead.

Gil's revenge is short lived though. He's killed in the big battle between the Martians and his cousin a few days later. In fact nothing on the island survives the battle except Godzilla.


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

[User] You letters to home (Last letter...)

[Assistant]
Dear Mom,

We're falling back again. No surprise there. I've had a lot on my mind lately, but not for any of reasons you'd know, so I'll tell you.

Normally this would be something I would've told Mallack, but since he's dead, I feel like I should tell you. I really miss Mallack.

I was in contact with a woman by the name of Helena. She was a traveling merchant who I met years ago during my tour in Retlad. We had a relationship of sorts I suppose. We met whenever she was in the area I was stationed in. Dunno why I never told you about her, I guess I just felt weird about telling you. Silly now that I think about it.

Anyway, she was in the city of Edat a few months ago when it was utterly destroyed. I suggested that she should just stay in the Retlad province since the fighting wasn't as bad there, but she said there was a big deal to be made in Edat, so she went. Reports say there were no survivors. Of course reports have been wrong before and I have used some of my connections to find out for certain but considering the carnage that occurred I hold little hope.

I'll miss her. I can only hope that like Mallack, she wasn't turned into one of those things.

The word "hero" gets thrown around far too much and I should know first hand, but I'll use it here: Where are the "heroes" to stop this? Shouldn't some party of adventurers been able to slip through the Great Lich Lord's defenses and chop his head off by now? Wasn't that how the first one was stopped? Isn't that how it's supposed to go? Where are the gods? Why aren't the good ones doing something to stop the utter destruction of their worshippers?! Hell, the evil ones would even suffice at this point! I mean just to know that SOMETHING is looking out for us in some fashion!

If they haven't abandoned this world, they better do something quick, because I feel like we're in the last hours here. Actually I think we're on borrowed time.

We're getting a report that we might have to fall back to the heart of the empire soon. At this point I'm not sure if I'm even going to do it. I know I've been duty bound this long with only a few falters along the way, but now? In the face of extinction? What's the point?

Sure there may be nowhere to run from death, but perhaps I can evade him for as long as possible.

But I haven't forgotten about all of you. I'd never do that. Even if I have to drag you all out of that infernal farmhouse kicking and screaming.

Leave a light on for me, I may be coming home.

I love you all.

Your son


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

[User] You attack him

[Assistant]
You don't waste time, you just attack! Unfortunately the demon is more than he appears and easily dodges your attack. You don't have time to turn and react again when he's tripped you up and put his fist in your face causing your nose to explode into a mass of blood. You're dazed.

"(Sigh) And here I thought you were the reasonable one of this bunch. Nevermind." The demon says.

He follows up with another fist to your face. This one goes through your head killing you instantly.