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
The ground collapses #2
All of a sudden the ground collapses and you fall.
You get knocked out. When you awake you find that you are in a room that contains lots of costumes.
Are you going to put on a costume or what?
Written by catprog on 01 May 2005
Another vacation ruined.
It figures something like this would happen after you finally got you parents permission to stay in town and not go with them to that cursed jungle.
The moment you stepped off that airplane and onto the island's soil you felt a presence of black magic, later confirmed by the shopkeeper claiming to be a wizard and giving you a brochure with lists of the island's curses.
Your parents unfortunately thought it was just a joke. But they knew it wasn't after they had crossed the bridge and it fell apart, "luckily" letting them proceed into the cursed jungle, while you were stuck on the other side, without hotel or car keys.
All you could do was sit under the tree and hope you parents found another way out of the jungle before it's curse turned them into lions or tiger or bears (Oh my!).
Which brings us to the present. You're in room full of costumes, given that your apparent sixth sense that lets know about the presence of magic is going through the roof, you guess
it might not be a good to put any on. You do however grab several Pokemon and animal costumes and put them in your Hammer-Spacer Backpack(TM). You figure if you ever find a way to de-enchant them they'll be great for Halloween or costume parties. You then start looking for a way out, and find a small, dull, green lever.
"Perfect!" You think. "The polar opposite of the infamous "Big, Shiny, Red Button." I should be perfectly safe pulling it." And indeed you are safe, as a door opens, leading to a path to what looks to be the bottom of a dry well you saw earlier. Unfortunately, you have no means of getting out of this well.
You decide it might be better to be subjected to whatever magic is in these costumes than die of starvation in the bottom of a well, so you pull a costume out of your bag and are just about to put it on when?
Written by Lost on 24 May 2007
Creepies and Crawlies
You look at the costume you pulled out of your pack. Somehow, you managed to pull out what must have been the most disgusting costume in the place. Spreading it out in the faint light at the bottom of the dry well, you are both pleased and disgusted with your random selection - a giant spider.
The costume radiates a feeling of unpleasantness. You shudder. If your guess is right and the skin does what you think it does, getting out shouldn't be a problem. Spiders can climb up anything, right?
Still, even if those clothes granted you the power of the spider, what would the trade-off be? Would anything be... permanent? Not wanting to give in to the beconing magic before you absolutely need to, you try scaling the walls without any supernatural help.
ooof!
You don't get very far up before you slip and land painfully on your rear. The dark magics of the costume beckon, pulling harder on your mind. I can help... it seems to say.
Your stomach rumbles. With a sigh, you give in. Really, what's the worst that can really happen? Surely you'll just embarrass yourself where nobody can even see you, right?
Sensing victory, the costume seems to project a warm feeling of welcome, but as you pick it up you realize that woven tarantula legs can only be so welcoming no matter how nicely the parts are stitched. You close your eyes and throw the costume over your shoulders.
As the spider suit sits on your shoulders, you can feel it slowly enveloping you in a gentle embrace. The shifting sensation as the costume moves on its own is the scariest thing you've ever felt, and you freeze in place, to scared to even scream. It wraps you in a skin-tight embrace, and you're glad you can't see what you look like covered in braided tarantula legs.
Then the suit begins to melt and merge with your body. As it is absorbed, and its spider-hair becomes your own, the real changes begin. First, your skin hardens into segments and forms an exoskeleton. Then, as your skeleton dissolves to leave you one very gooey sack of organs, your butt - that is, abdomen - swells out like a balloon. There is a very disorienting sound as you fall to the ground when your two legs change, but you manage to catch yourself with your hairy spider-arms that are developing some very lethal-looking spider-claws where your hands used to be.
Finally, your jaw shifts as your mouth changes to accommodate the mandibles that are growing out. Then you are disoriented when you open your eyes. Then open your eyes. Then open your eyes. All without having blinked in between! You really don't want a mirror right now to see what kind of eight-eyed freak you've become!
Speaking of eight, shouldn't there be more of you to stand on? As if on cue from this thought, your sides start itching fiercely as your other four legs begin to grow. You roll on your sides in a futile attempt to ease the terrible itching.
Finally, you're on your feet. All eight feet. Your eyes look up at the rock wall. All eight eyes. You look at your giant tarantula claws.
Climbing up the side of the well is surprisingly easy, and before too long you've reached the top and are pulling your hairy spider abdomen out of the creepy old well.
You look around for what seems to be the first time. You suppose that, for six of your eyes, it is the first time.
Your abdomen hurts.
Written by Sam on 17 July 2007
The end (for now)