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
In the shop
There is a table with a sign saying
<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one
On the table there is a fridge with a range of liquids. Also on the table are various magical trinkets including costumes. What would you like to take, or would you like to buy something?
Written by catprog on 10 April 2003
Other
You decide to get something else. But what?
Written by catprog on 13 December 2005
Play the VR Game
You find a pair of vr googles.
You put them on and you find yourself in a game, but which one?
Written by on 06 August 2005
Adventure Game
For a moment, you sit staring at the computer screen. The game loaded so quickly, that now you’re waiting in of an opening screen. The pixels quickly formulate themselves into the backdrop of an open field on all sides of you. The faintest motion of wind rustling the thick landscape of grasses ripples across your vision, but even as the distant landscape formats with the loading page, nothing but the field is there. You shift your head, turning your gaze within the virtual reality of the game to check to your sides, but find only more of the same rippling landscape there as well. The same, golden shade of grass sprouted up from the Earth on all four sides of your body.
Eyebrows knitting together, you try to figure out what is supposed to be happening. “There’s nothing here” you mutter, considering trying to remove the goggles you’d placed on until you notice a selection screen. “Choose your character” flashed as fading white letters in the distant backdrop of blue sky. You read it, though you’re not sure what character to select or even how to do that.
You eyes scanned over everything again, noticing that a sign had been added to the game off to the left, font sketched into its surface: “Random.”
Written by Picklessauce69 on 08 December 2015
Custom
You still can't believe the quality of this virtual reality game, from how real the world looks to the sounds of rippling grass around yourself, gently swaying strands that rustles in a digital breeze.
You look back to the small sign in front of you, a small frown on your face at the sight of the word 'Random'. In your experience, anything that was up to chance could only end poorly, and you begin to look for another sign.
Much to your surprise, before you can fully turn, the sign before you flickers, the letters twisting and morphing into a different word entirely: 'Custom'. You smile at that, a faint chuckle escaping your throat. "Now this is what I'm talking about."
You head to the sign and tap it, marveling at how the game was somehow able to give you a sense of tactile immersion. As you press the sign, it glows gently; and several new options pop up, far more than you'd expected. There's the expected race and gender menus, but also a series of odd menus, like 'stance' and 'species'.
The only question is... Which button do you press next?
Written by SketchySeraph on 09 March 2016
Gender (Female)
Never one to beat around the bush, you go straight for the gender option, arching an eyebrow as a few more options than you had expected appear. Male and female are there, of course; but there's also categories for hermaphrodites and gender-neutral settings. You ignore the last two for now, focused on the first two selections instead.
While it would be nice to play this game in your natural male gender, you can't help but remember how all of your characters in roleplaying games are female. It's a dilemma, but one that only lasts a few seconds. Old habits beat natural instincts, and you press the 'female' button with a grin on your face.
The effects of your action are immediate, a strange sensation flowing through your form, like you've just been dipped into a warm pool. You look down and find that for form is beginning to change, your arms and legs becoming slimmer; your hips beginning to round.
Your scalp tingles as though someone's massaging it, and you watch as your hair grows longer and longer; until it hangs in your peripheral vision and rests against your neck.
You've never grown your hair out this long before, so this is quite a novel sensation, and you brush the strands that tickle your cheeks to a spot behind your ears. Of course, the most prominent change is the one to your chest, as a pair of supple breasts slowly stretch out your shirt, held tight against the fabric. You can't help but let out a small moan at the feeling of how tightly your clothing is hugging you in some places, and you hurriedly undo the top two buttons of your shirt.
You know that you should probably be more modest, given that you're apparently now a woman; but you also realize that you're in a videogame. The judgment of a few pixels doesn't bother you in the least, and you look down to find yourself staring at a modest pair of breasts.
Naturally, you let your hands wander to them, squeezing each gently only to moan as a spike of sensation shoots through your form. That was unexpected; somehow that really felt... Real, for lack of a better term. You grin and make a mental note to explore your form later, letting your hands fall back to your curvy hips as you look back to the screen.
Written by SketchySeraph on 10 March 2016
Species(Wolf)
As you press the button for the wolf species, the entire world suddenly goes dark around you. The ground under your feet feels rough and uneven as something crunches under your feet while you stumble about. Your hands find leaves when you reach down, and as your eyes adjust to the darkness you realize you’re surrounded by trees. It’s probably safe to assume you’re in a forest at this point.
Just as your eyes are adjusting to the darkness, you find yourself bathed in a silver light coming from above. Blinking as your eyes try to adjust again, you find your gaze drawn to a full moon that’s shining brightly overhead. There may be other stars in the sky, but your gaze seems locked on the lunar orb without any understanding as to what you find so fascinating about it. It’s just the singular most important thing in the world.
Changes are occurring to you as you continue to stare, though they’re barely noticed in your trance-like state. Your hair is growing steadily lighter in color, becoming something close to a white-silver or pure white in coloring that slowly replaces your natural hair color. Said hair also seems to be growing thicker and fuller, though not as evenly as you’d expect. By the time it’s done changing, it looks like you have a something of a wild mane of hair, though nothing that couldn’t be managed with some work.
Speaking of wild things, the species change seems to be finally kicking in. You feel a breeze blowing along the top of your head, air catching against something that wasn’t there a second ago. They twitch and flick as they emerge from underneath your hair, your hearing becoming sharper as they grow larger. Your teeth are also gaining a sharpness you haven’t noticed before.
Heat starts to build up in your body despite the cool forest setting. It feels like a coat is slowly being added to you, a fur coat in this case. The hairs seem to start forming on your chest, intertwining, and growing fuller as they spread out to your limbs. A sharp pain in the tips of your hands finally manages to break your gaze from the moon, watching as small, sharp claws push through your fingertips. You’re also just in time to see the white fur working its way down your arms to your hands, matching the rest of your body.
Feel the call of the moon, child.
Your eyes dart back and forth at the strange, almost angelic voice. There doesn’t seem to be anybody else around, but someone else is using words to talk to you. Using them, but not necessarily speaking them; it feels like the words never actually pass your ears and instead go straight to your brain. There doesn’t seem to be anybody else around as you glance through the forest, however.
Do not worry, child. You are receiving my gift, my blessing.
Gift? Blessing? Your confusion is almost palpable until you look up at the moon again, and suddenly all is clear. It’s the moon that’s doing this to you, the one speaking to you now. It’s crazy, illogical, and yet you have no doubt this is the absolute truth.
It is. Now, make yourself known. Let all with ears hear what you are, and how proud you are to be it.
You know instinctively what that means. You bow your head for a second, feeling your jaw beginning to shift and crack as it pushes forward from your face. With a sudden burst you throw your head back, your muzzle rapidly forming as you let out a long, echoing howl that reverberates through the forest and the night sky. The howl covers the sound of the seat of your pants tearing to make room for your long, bushy wolf tail and completing your wolfish transformation.
You regain most of your self-control a few moments later as the surging wolfish instincts start to settle down a little. That was intense, and maybe a little scary considering how wild you felt for a minute there, but you seem to have gotten yourself back under control now. Still, you find your eyes subconsciously being drawn back toward the moon again, actively having to force yourself to not look up. The moon will not be totally ignored, however, as the voice speaks to you again.
Now, choose how you shall walk your path.
A screen pops up asking you to confirm your chosen stance. After considering your options, you hand presses the button that reads…
Written by LunaMoonstone on 25 October 2017
Bipedal
hough your transformation has maybe left you feeling a touch feral, you’re still quite comfortable on your own two feet. Confirming your bipedal stance choice, you hear that strange voice again.
Now, choose the path you shall walk.
A small gale of wind kicks up the leaves around you, temporarily obscuring your vision as they swirl around you. When they drop a moment later, you see three sets of uniforms hanging from nearby tree branches, the accompanying weapons leaning against said tree. After giving it some thought, your hand presses the button for…
Written by LunaMoonstone on 26 October 2017
Barbarian
You’re confused as you choose this class, considering how there seems to be no clothing included with this one. All you can see is a large doubled headed axe, nearly as big as you are tall. How am I even supposed to lift this thing, you wonder as your hand grips the wooden shaft. That answer comes soon after your fingers wrap around it.
Some use nature to conceal their movements as they hunt. Others use nature as an ally, summoning her animals and using her plants to aid them in subduing their enemies. You are not that. You are nature’s raw, unbridled strength.
At the mention of, “strength”, you feel an almost electric jolt run through you from the axe. Your grip tightens on it as the jolt becomes a heat, building up in your hand holding the axe and slowly crawling up your arm. Whatever it is feels like it’s in your veins, pumping directly through your bloodstream and into your body. It starts to feel a little uncomfortable, especially in your arms as your shirt sleeves suddenly seem to be under a lot of pressure.
You are no more uncivilized or wild than any other man or woman, most of the time. When it comes time for combat, however, you may be mistaken for something akin to a wild beast. Your blows are savage, rending unprotected flesh and bone with ease. Even should your enemy strike you, only the most grievous of injuries will slow your attack.
Your shirt sleeve practically explodes off your body as the muscles of your arm surge with size and strength. The feeling of growing power and size flows throughout your body, feeling bones shifting and even growing a little bit taller to accommodate your increasing bulk. Any fears about being stark naked are put to rest as more of your shirt strains, especially when your chest starts to push forward. Underneath your tearing clothes is a top made of brown fur, maybe from a bear? You certainly feel like you could go toe to toe with one right now as your bicep reaches a noticeable peak when you flex it.
Your pants follow suit soon after, revealing leggings of a similar design as you feel a bit of the earlier wildness coming back in force. You imagine yourself surrounded by dark animals, indistinct except for their vaguely canine shape. They growl, snarl, and leap at you, intent to swarm you with their sheer numbers. It might have worked too, if you didn’t then imagine grabbing the first one to leap at you by its neck and using him to beat the one who comes at you next. They’re animals, but as you destroy them one by one with just your bare hands, the truth becomes clear; you’re a beast.
As your finish your transformation into a muscle bound, near savage wolfess, you lift the axe with ease. It still has some heft to it for sure, but that only serves to aid instead of hinder you. Spotting a nearby fallen tree, you slam your axe down into it. Despite being easily a foot or more around, the axe cleanly cleaves the tree in two. Your tail wags as you heft your weapon onto your shoulder, eager to test your strength on a live opponent.
Written by LunaMoonstone on 28 October 2017
The end (for now)