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
A lamp
You take a lamp. Now what are you going to do with it?
Written by catprog on 05 March 2004
Transformation Genie
Just then, a huge puff of green smoke appears.
The smoke forms the shape of a humanoid, then finally materializes into a turquoise-skinned man who appears to be about 25 years old. You quiver with fear, staring at him (after all, you're not used to seeing turquoise-skinned men appear out of lamps).
"Who has rubbed the lamp of the Genie of Transformation?", the man asks in a light, yet stern voice.
"I-I did", you answer softly.
He steps closer to you and bows. "Thank You, Master, Thank You!", he says as he kneels to you.
"Master?"
He stands. "Yes", he says. "You have released me from the Lamp, and now you may have three wishes.
The wishes carry certain limitations, however..."
"Yes, like what?", you ask again, almost bursting with excitement (having your own genie and all).
"First, there are only three wishes, no more and no less, and this may not be changed by any wishes made. Second, all wishes made by the master should be precisely worded. If the wish is too vague, then I shall choose the remaining factors of the wish. And third, all wishes must be related to the change of the master, or of someone else that the master chooses. In other words, all wishes must be transformative."
Well what are you going to wish for?
Written by on 11 March 2004
I don't need a **** Transformation
"I don't need a transformation thank you very much," you say. "I am perfectly happy as a human". "You can take your conditional wishes elsewhere, you ****".
The genie's eyes widen. "You are going to regret mocking me". " You don't want a transformation, too bad you're getting one.
GULP!!!
Written by on 18 May 2004
Park
"You are going to my animal park and help with the breeding programs" booms the genie.
All of a sudden a portal appears and sucks you in.As you go through you get knocked out.
When you awake your in...
Written by on 22 May 2004
Myth Room
You awaken in a room with 3 doors.
Each door has a word inscribed on it.
Air
Land
And Water
Which one do you want?
Written by on 27 July 2004
Air
You go through the door.
You step out into open air.
You try to get back to the door but to your horror it has gone.
You then notice you are growing wings but what kind?
Written by on 27 July 2004
Dragon ... Well half anyway
With a sharp pain and a rip in your pants you grow a tail.
You watch in horror scales ripples down your legs.
When the transformation finishes you realise that from the waist down you're a dragon and from the waist up apart from the wings your human.
Written by on 28 July 2004
The Species Change Completes
Almost as soon as you are used to your new body the changes start again.
The scales continue to grow and soon cover your entire body.
You feel your head reshaping as the dragon's horns make their presence felt.
As you look at your hands and feet, claws poke out.
You feel your body making the final changes and, all of a sudden, you start to grow.
Soon you are a full dragon in all but mind.
Written by on 28 July 2004
Time to Start Flying
The transformation is a good thing, as you're still falling. Your chances as a human wouldn't have been good just now. As a dragon, they're better, but you're still tumbling straight down towards the surface of... wherever this is. It's time to use your new wings.
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It takes you a few rather anxious seconds to separate your various flailing limbs; there are, after all, several more than you're used to. Once you do, though, moving them is surprisingly easy. Your new wings move as naturally as the rest of you - it's like using a second pair of arms, or wiggling your ears.
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You can do that too, incidentally. You waste several seconds just flicking them back and forth before you realize you've lost another hundred feet. This is no time get distracted.
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As soon as you spread your wings, the wind stops rushing past you and starts hitting you instead. The feeling is surprisingly pleasant. You keep your wings out, membranes taut against the wind, and gradually conquer it. Your fall slows. Before long, you're gliding along on thick pillows of air.
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Now that you're no longer falling, you finally take a look at the ground. Most of it is an odd red-orange color. You're still too high to make out details, so you fold your wings and go into a dive. It's exhilarating when you know you're not falling to your death. You rush toward the ground like a torpedo. In your excitement, you let out a deafening roar, which you stop as soon as you realize it's coming from you.
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You are definitely not human anymore.
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You can think about that on the ground, though. Right now, you need to just concentrate on getting there.
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The orange, it turns out, is rocks. Lots of rocks. The entire ground beneath you seems to be rocks - tall, narrow ones, peaks and ridges, pillars carved into strange shapes by the wind. They're pretty, but not the best surface for landing on. You open your wings again. You can't help but grin at the snap of the air caught under your new limbs. Your fall slows for a second time, and soon you're gliding again. The jagged rocks rush by beneath you. You move your head back and forth on your long neck, looking for any place flat enough to land. Your neck is flexible enough that you can even look directly behind you. There's still nothing but rocks. A more experienced dragon could probably land here, but you've been flying for all of five minutes. You'd break every bone in your reptilian body.
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You glide on for a while, finding shapes in the rocks. That one looks like a chicken. That one looks like a monkey wrench. That one looks like... a rock...
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After a few minutes of this, you start to get tired of gliding. Surely you can do better than that. Gliding is all very well, but it's not real flying. It's time to see what these wings can do.
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You flap once, experimentally, and rise slightly. You do it again. You tip your wings - somehow, you know just the right angle - and swoop straight up, then curve over upside down and turn it into a loop. Then another loop. Before long, you're looping and twirling in patterns that would make fighter pilots jealous. You let out another exhilarated roar, and you don't stop this time. You're flying as a dragon; you might as well celebrate like a dragon...
Written by Chrysalis on 07 July 2009
Nice landing.
Finally, you find a little valley among the rocks. You circle over it for a while - if dragons can hover in place, you haven't figured out how. The valley is a narrow patch of green among all the red and orange, speckled here and there with little sparkly patches that are probably water. The perfect landing strip.
You got the hang of flying in no time at all. Landing can't be that hard, can it?
Yes, in fact, it can. Landing can be very hard indeed. Ouch.
Fortunately, the ground comes off worse than you do. You hit it with all four legs (or is that legs and arms? You're not quite sure yet), ripping up a wave of dirt, grass, and small rocks, like the bow wave of a ship. Fortunately, your long neck keeps your face well away from the flying dirt and rocks.
Looking behind you, you see a deep gash in the grass of the valley. Nice landing.
It's not until you get up, supporting your weight on your new claws, that you realize how much weight there is. Your feet leave deep prints in the hard-packed dirt of the valley; your head is level with the tops of the trees. You've grown quite a lot at some point without noticing - easy enough to do in freefall. It's hard to tell with only trees for comparison, but you think a human's head would just about reach your knees.
You can stand on your hind legs, which is a relief, but they're shorter than you're used to - about as long as your arms, actually. You have to lean on your tail to stay upright. Walking on two legs is out of the question. Your hands are still hands, with fingers and thumbs - even if they are the size of manhole covers- but you feel more comfortable when they're on the ground.
Still, you stand up to take a look around. There's not much you haven't seen already. Sharp red-orange peaks of stone cover the land all the way to the horizon, glowing like fossilised flames in the sunset. The sun is huge here; you hadn't noticed before, but it's easily six times the size of the one you're used to. The hot orange light feels good on your scales. It's good in a new way, though - it's not just warm, it's... It's... You can't quite put your talon on it.
Your scales, by the way, are a dazzling shade of coppery orange, as if to match the rocks. They look and feel almost metallic. The membranes of your wings are pink, almost a peachy color, and your underside is covered with softer scales in pale gold.
Speaking of which, you're naked. Completely. Between falling to your death and flying for the first time, you haven't really had time to notice, but you suddenly feel rather relieved that you're alone. Your clothes, what's left of them, have probably landed in some hole out there in the endless desert. You doubt they'd fit even if you could find them.
A quick check, though, and you find that you really have nothing to cover up; your chest is flat and reptilian, and there's nothing between your hind legs but a barely visible slit in the scales. Whatever reproductive organs dragons have are, apparently, all on the inside.
Besides, now that you think of it, who ever heard of a dragon wearing clothes?
With that weight off your mind, you take a look at your more immediate surroundings. The valley is quite pretty, aside from the big hole you left in it. Green grass, trees, little pools of water... Small red flowers in the grass... Black dots on the horizon...
Wait a minute.
There are things flying towards the valley - other dragons, you assume, though they're still too far away to tell. They probably heard you roaring your head off a few minutes ago. Either that, or the thud when you "landed." They're almost certainly coming to find you.
Written by Chrysalis on 03 October 2010
The end (for now)