In a room
The sign reads
"Welcome all new travellers.
To continue you must go through a series of doors.
After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.
After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.
If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.
After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.
100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human
200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human
400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing
And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.
Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.
Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.
When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.
If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.
If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.
Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!
You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.
Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Water Creatures
You find yourself in what appears to be a glass room deep in the ocean.
The stairs are blocked by a force field.
You realise you have to go through one of the three dark blue doors numbed 1,2 & 3.
What door do you want?
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Normal Water
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying
Costume room for
Element: Water
Type: Normal
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Male Normal Water
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are five costumes in this room, all of them male, all of them are normal water creatures.
- Whale
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
My Flamethrower Will be Useless Now...
So, it would appear that fate has led you to this mysterious place, this labyrinth of rooms. The workings of the world are mysterious, indeed.
It's a pleasant sort of room, like a small spa one might find in a budget hotel. The floor is paved in white tile which continues up the walls and reaches a skylight in the ceiling from which white sunshine flows down. You run your hand over the rough grout between the tile, which is white and clean. A hole in the center of the floor some ten feet in diameter reveals a pool of clear water, reflections of which play up and down the tiled room in waves. Taking a deep breath, you jump into the pool, looking through the cold water for some sort of vent or tunnel. You find nothing; it's a perfectly solid cylindrical hole.
Emerging from the water, spitting decisively, you kick a few costumes out of the way and bang on the walls. Nothing; the door you entered no longer exists and an exit is just as mythical.
It would seem, then, that you have no choice but to actually do what the mysterious sign told you to do: try on a costume.
Brow furrowed, you survey the candidates.
Whale? Too big. Frog? Too common. Shark? Too creepy. Swordfish? Not quite.
But the *dolphin* costume, that has merit. Who could hate a dolphin, the cute revelers of the sea? If Captor X wants to see you dress up in costumes, then you could do worse.
Unfortunately, the suit is a skin-tight grey thing that zips up in front, a kind of one-piece pajama set with a hood, that flips up over your eyes. Forced to strip to your birthday suit, you squeeze into the tight outfit and flip the hood down, feeling the fin on top.
When completed, you hoist the flamethrower you'd kept on the floor onto your back, seventy pounds of jellied gasoline; maybe a door would open now.
...What? Don't look at me like that. You have a flamethrower, OK?
A tingling over your face interrupts your reverie.
The hood is spreading over the rest of your face! Clawing at it does no good; it flows over your face and into your mouth, over your teeth and into your body!
You claw at the zipper, feeling only your webbed hands on your cool grey flesh! The costume's tail tingles and swells as it becomes yours, flopping about madly over the tile. Your ears pinch and shrink, causing you to fall to your knees in dizziness!
"Arrrrgh...KEKEKEKE!" A dolphin chirp emenates from your mouth as your face pushes forward into a sturdy beak, consuming your nose and chin. Finally, air explodes from a blow-hole on your back as you gaze at the water drunkenly, staring at you... you as an anthropomorphic dolphin.
You have barely enough time to grope your beak before you're sucked into the pool in the center, flamethrower and all. Through the dark depths you go, the speed and vertigo causing you to black out.
When you come to, you're in a luxurious tropical lagoon somewhere, lying on your back half-in and half-out of the water. You groggily feel around for your flamethrower, but alas; she's gone to the depths, mate.
Having no better ideas, you opt to stare at the clouds for awhile.
Written by Mr.Peaches on 07 January 2007
The end (for now)