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
Supersoldiers!
You enter the Supersoldier Lab and find yourself in an enormous hallway lined floor to ceiling with glowing blue cylinders. The glow doesn't provide much light, but you can make out vaguely humanoid forms but they don't look at all humans.
They're more like...monsters. At the end of the hallway you can see another door. You consider going through, but you want to find out what's in those capsules first. Should you go through the other door, or keep poking around here?
Written by Zodiac on 09 April 2007
Through the Door
You approach the door and open it, finding it heavier than you expected. You step into a short, poorly lit hallway. On the other side is another door. The other two walls, as well as the floor and ceiling, are covered in vents. As you take this in, the door behind you slams shut, and you hear the squelch of an airtight seal. You try to force it back open, but to no avail. The opposite door is locked also. You hear a hissing noise, as the vents begin to billow a strange white gas. The smell is sickening, yet oddly enticing. As the plumes engulf your body, you drift into a deep, deep sleep...
You snap back to consciousness quickly, feeling quite out of sorts, and with no idea how much time has passed. You're lying on cold metal, and when you try to sit up, you find yourself immobile. Then, your eyes focus, and you see yourself in a mirror on the ceiling. The sight is unpleasant. Your clothes are gone, and you're lying on a steel contraption that resembles an operating table. Your wrists, ankles, chest, waist, and head are bound in what appeal to be bands of steel, although they fit you perfectly, as though the entire table had been made especially for you.
This seems unlikely, although your whole adventure has been made up of events you'd consider unlikely. You're also now female. Apparently a lot can happen in a drugged sleep.
You struggle against your bonds, which only serves to draw the attention of the two other people in the room, a frightening man in a lab coat and a younger man who you assume is some sort of assistant.
"Ah, good," the scientist says, "you're awake. We can begin. You have been given the honor of joining the ranks of the supersoldiers, an elite army of living weapons made from genetically manipulated humans."
"What?" you exclaim, "Who on Earth uses supersoldiers?"
"Oh, no one on EARTH." The scientist chuckles to himself, but you find none of this funny. You don't like the idea of being made into a "living weapon." Not that you have a choice, of course. "Lackey!"
Lackey mutters under his breath, "Charles. My name is Charles and you know that," then says in an audible tone, "Yes sir?"
The scientist either didn't hear Charles' first comment or doesn't care, and simply says, "Hand me serum number...
Written by Zodiac on 06 May 2007
Test Serum
The assistant looks up shocked "you mean the one that hasn't been tested?"
The scientist rolls his eyes. "Yes that one, and don't ask questions just give it to me!"
The assistant hands the serum the scientist. He grabs a large needle and puts it in the serum. A greenish blue liquid fills the needle. The scientist does that thing to remove the air from the serum getting some on the floor. The stuff on the floor almost immediately turns gray. "This shouldn't hurt, unless you struggle. "
The scientist walks over and sticks the needle in your neck. Due to you being a wimp when it comes to pain you try to sit as still as possible.
The scientist pulls out a clipboard; "now this serum should brake down your molecular structure allowing you to shape shift" the assistant brings over some sort of handcuffs that looked like they came out of a sci-fi movie.
They where made of some sort of blue energy thing. "These cuffs should stop you from escaping after shape shifting."
You find it hard to believe that the serum worked because you didn't even feel a tingle, let alone any pain. The assistant garbed your arm after releasing the things that bound you to the table. He put the cuffs on and led you to a cell. "You’ll stay here, oh and don't even think about trying to escape. The cuffs make it imposable to get pass these bars. While your here I suggest you practice the new ability, not like there is anything else to do here " he then closes the cell and walks away.
You sit in the corner wondering how you’re going to get out of here, suddenly you feel strange. You feel your bones cracking and your muscles shifting. You’re transforming? Into what?
Written by Stealfur on 01 March 2008
Disarmed
It doesn't take you long to realize that most of your bones aren't just shifting - they're disappearing. Your arms and legs go limp within seconds, squishy and boneless, then start to dwindle like deflating balloons. Somehow, the energy cuffs manage to stay attached. The two tentacle-like things that used to be your legs melt together into a single fleshy strip.
That's when your remaining bones take over. Like a stampede of vertebrae, your spine shoots out into your former legs, sprouting dozens of brand new ribs and joining itself to muscles you didn't know you had. It ought to hurt, but instead, it feels exhilarating - the strength of an entire body, condensed into a single sinuous limb. You can feel yourself filling with grace and power. Who needs arms?
As if to answer that question, your scalp itches. Of course, you think - after the way the rest of today has gone, it makes perfect sense that your head should start itching as soon as you no longer have hands to scratch it. The sad little blobs at your shoulders hardly deserve to even be called appendages. Your head flattens out, nose spreading, ears vanishing, your face becoming more snakelike to match your body. Rows of fangs sharpen themselves to needle points. Your tongue splits into a flickering fork - but the itch still won't go away.
It's only when the itching spreads down your neck and chest that you realize it's your scales growing.
They spread quickly down your body, a gleaming sheath of living snakeskin, white on your belly and olive-green on your back. As they go, they smooth out the last hints of humanity - your hair, your shoulders, your hips, your navel, your new breasts. The energy cuffs slide off as the remains of your arms disappear; they lie sputtering on the floor, unable to get a grip on limbs that are no longer there. Without a conscious thought from you, your body has picked the perfect shape for escape.
You rise up, a complete and elegant snake, free of your restraints. You can't hold a prisoner who has nothing to hold onto. Your streamlined shape slides easily between the bars. Impossible to escape, eh? Apparently, these scientists have forgotten that they're giving their victims impossible abilities. You hiss contemptuously at your empty cell and slither out into the lab.
Written by Chrysalis on 31 December 2009
The end (for now)