You are standing by a tree
There are 3 paths.
One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.
So what's its going to be?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
You sit under the tree
You sit under the tree.
Suddenly...
Written by catprog on 21 May 2003
See? Keep moving or you get tranked. That's how the game is played.
Your relaxing moment under the tree is rudely interrupted by an abrupt transformation. You are hit by a tranquilizer dart, which turns you into a person with a tranquilizer dart stuck in their neck. It's an easy change. Of course, your train of thought gets about as far as "Oh good heavens, a dart of some kind. I'd betteeerrgmphqq," at which point the dart takes effect, and you slump under the tree like a drugged-up rag doll. A half-hearted twitch is all the moving you do for quite some time. Eventually, you wake up. When you do, you are...
Written by Zodiac on 27 January 2007
The Institute
Whatever was in the tranquilizer, it's not very eager to wear off. In the vague fog between awake and asleep, you learn that you are in a sitting position, in a mildly comfortable chair, and there is a nice-sounding voice welcoming you to the Transformational Institute.
Your mind clears. You are in what appears to be some sort of lobbey. The walls are covered with mirror tiles (probably one-way mirrors hiding cameras, you note), as are the ceiling and floor. There is also a plain white desk, with an attractive woman in a labcoat sitting behind it.
On the wall behind her you see an elevator, and a frightening-looking black double door marked "Main Lab." On the wall to your right, there is a far friendlier door with a smiley face on it and a large orange "Welcome" painted on it. The woman in the labcoat smiles at you.
"Just pick a door and you'll be on your way."
So, which door do you pick?
Written by Zodiac on 27 January 2007
The Main Lab
Feeling brave, you pass through the imposing double doors and find yourself in a seemingly endless hallway. On either side are doors. The door behind you is locked, so your only option is to pick a new door. Where do you go from here?
Written by Zodiac on 28 February 2007
This is Botany?
You go through the door marked "Botany Lab." Plants seem very non-creepy.
Unfortunately, you're greeted only by another long hallway. After a few twists and turns, you find more doors. Which one do you go through now?
Written by Zodiac on 08 April 2007
Experimental Plants, Eh?
You enter a modestly large room filled with various plants that seem vaguely familiar, but not quite right, somehow. You don't get a chance for a second look, when a hurried-looking woman in a lab coat bumps into you.
"Oh, nuts. They sent another subject, didn't they?" She asks you exasperatedly. "I'm sorry, but I'm in no mood to deal with more subjects. Ah well, it's part of the job. Um..." She searches around for something to test on you, finally settling on the contents of her pockets. She pulls out a bluish-purple tomato-like thing, a blade of very long, jet-black grass, and some fluorescent green lettuce. "Pick one of these and eat it. And don't take all day, dang it, I've still got to work on some fertilizers."
The woman certainly seems like the type you wouldn't want to keep waiting. Then again, you don't want to just eat something that a frazzled botanist pulls out of her pocket. Those things could literally be ANYTHING. What do you do.
Written by Zodiac on 09 April 2007
Termater
"Fine.. It's not like I have a choice," you point to the tomato. Err. Tomato-thing.
You take a bite of the fruit. While you are weary of what may happen, at least it dosn't taste bad.
As you consume it, you become aware of some tightening of your undergarments. You take the last bite and look down. Your pants are stretched to the limit and still growing.
Seams tear and a tail escapes from your spine. Then another. And another. You now have two larger tails, and a bunch of small thin ones.
You now have an enormous hole in your overtaxed pants. Then, you start to feel full nauseous.
With a gurgle, your stomach pushes your shirt up, finally ruining all lower clothing. It is a pale green. Not good.
"What did it do to me?" You squeak. "No idea, dear. You are the first one to try it," The gardener had retreated to another area of the garden. That isn't good either.
The weight of your growing stomach makes you wobble. It blushes to pink around your belly button. Your shirt is now around your ribs. It looks like you've swallowed a beach ball.
Your 'tails' sprout leaves and flowers. Your growth accelerates. It forces you to the ground.
You cannot reach your, now erased, belly button, and it's color has deepened to an attractive mulberry purple. The rest of your body stays green.
Your legs and feet lengthen and become clawed and strong.
Your stomach has stopped it's takeover of the area. It is the size of a medicine ball and a bluish purple, like the 'tomato' you ate. Boy you regret that. The changes almost stop.
You ease your weight onto your new legs, squishing your stretched belly. They support you, but just barely.
You glare at the gardener, whipping your tails. "Answers," you demand, taking a laborious step towards her hiding place.
You can feel your innards shifting, but you ignore the unsettling feeling. Your teeth sharpen. You don't care. All that matters right now is that you have to get them to talk.
"I-I-I t-told you no one had tried it yet!" She warbled, clearly unnerved by being assaulted by you. "The seeds in it were untested!"
Forget mad, you were furious. Even as your ears pulled to points and your back sprouted branches, you make your way towards her. Right up until a seed came out of your mouth.
It was large, dark green, and smooth. It also surprises you enough to make you trip.
You land hard. Your hands can't reach the grond to catch yourself. Another seed forces its way out of you and you whimper in discomfort. Your skin turns a cinnamon brown, toughening to protect you.
The gardener, despite being the object of your attack, seems to take pity on you and finds something to lever you upright. You are sobbing, intterupted by the seeds.
She pats one of the two big branches sprouting from your back. "Do you need some water?" She asks. You nod shakily, no longer angry at her. It's her job, you shouldn't blame her for it. You can still question her judgement, but she seems not to really like the part of her job that did this to you. Maybe you can forgive her.
Written by Blueberries on 04 May 2016
A job..?
You decide to forgive her.
An hour of barfing seeds allows you to stand. Your stomach is still the size of a beachball, and your throat feels sore. But you'll survive.
The gardener escorts you out of your seed-laden clearing to a side room. Turns out when there isn't an enormous mass hanging off your front, you are taller than the doorframe.
The symmetrical branches on your back make for a close fit. But, at least your tails are useful.
"Wait right here while I get something for you to wear," the gardener enters a doorway. I hear several motors humming. After about half an hour, she emerges with an extremely long wide-bottomed shirt with holes in it, and a pair of oddly shaped pants.
You change behind a old-fashioned screen that, unfortunately, does not account for your new leggy height. Your body from your waist down is still a dappled shade of green. Your belly has an even sploge of dark purple over it.
The blouse and pants fit, but take a while to put on. That being due to all the holes and buttons.
The gardener claps as you come out. "Glad it fits you. Now, how would you like to help me with the seeds all over the lawn?"
Written by Blueberries on 05 May 2016
The end (for now)