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In a room star star star star halfstar


The sign reads

"Welcome all new travellers.


To continue you must go through a series of doors.


After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.


After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.


If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.


After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.


100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human


200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human


400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing


And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.


Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.


Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.


When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.


If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.


If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.


Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!

You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.


Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room


Please type in a number 1 - 18


Number 1:
Number 2:
Number 3:


Illustrated by catprog

Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004

Normal Land star star halfstar emptystar emptystar


You go through the door.


All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.


There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying


Costume room for
Element: Land
Type: Normal
Gender: ????


So which door do you want

Illustrated by catprog

Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004

Female Normal Land star star halfstar emptystar emptystar

You go through the door.


All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.<P/>There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are normal land creatures.


  • Snake
  • <li><span class="female">Wolf</span></li>

Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004

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You stand before the mirror, the rat costume draped over your arm. Its worn fabric feels strangely alive beneath your touch, as if it's whispering secrets only you can hear. Curiosity gets the better of you, and with a shrug, you decide to try it on. The moment the fabric envelops your body, a jolt of energy courses through you. Your muscles tense, your skin prickles, and you feel a rush of warmth that starts at your fingertips and radiates outward.


As your vision blurs, you catch a glimpse of your reflection morphing. Your body shrinks, limbs retracting as your form changes. Gray fur sprouts from your skin, sweeping across your body like a soft wave. You gasp as your face reshapes, your nose extending into a snout and your mouth widening. The mirror reflects your bewildered eyes as your ears shift, growing larger and more rounded, now perched atop your head.


A sensation like a gentle tug at the base of your spine catches your attention, and you glance over your shoulder. A long, slender tail has sprouted, swaying rhythmically as you move. Your hands and feet contort, forming dexterous paws with retractable claws. Your voice changes, taking on a chittering quality that resonates with the vocalizations of a rat.


Your senses sharpen. You detect scents you never noticed before, each one telling a story you hadn't been able to read until now. The colors around you seem richer, more vibrant, as if your eyes have unlocked a new spectrum of perception. Your muscles flex, your body lithe and agile, primed for movement in ways you never imagined.


Whiskers sprout around your snout, twitching and swaying with every shift in the air. Your posture adjusts as your center of gravity shifts, making you feel more comfortable on all fours. An instinctual connection to the rat world fills your thoughts, a curious urge to explore, to dig, to climb, to claim your territory. Your heart races, beating with a rhythm that is both foreign and familiar.


The sounds around you become clearer, your ears honing in on every rustle, every footfall, every whisper. You realize you can hear conversations from a distance, piecing together snippets of human chatter that you never would have caught before. Your body temperature adjusts effortlessly, ensuring your comfort whether in warm or cool surroundings.


Fine motor skills wane, your dexterous fingers now paws meant for digging, climbing, and gripping. Your diet preferences shift, your digestive system adapting to your new rat-like dietary needs. The rat world's social structure and hierarchy become apparent to you, guiding your interactions and forming a deeper understanding of your role.


As the final stages of your transformation take hold, a surge of empathy washes over you. You feel a kinship with your fellow rats, understanding their struggles, their unity, and their resilient spirit. The memories of your human past start to blur, replaced by the rich tapestry of experiences that come with your newfound rat identity.


Amidst all these changes, there's one transformation that stands out – the shift from being a male to a female. You marvel at how this transformation has woven seamlessly into the larger fabric of your metamorphosis, adding another layer to your intricate story.


Amid the quiet rooftop, you cast your gaze beyond, taking in the cityscape that stretches before you. The world has transformed along with you, revealing a new layer of existence that you had never before perceived. Colors seem more vibrant, details more intricate, and scents more layered.

Written by - on 18 August 2023

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The moment your nimble paws touch the rain-slicked pavement, a rush of exhilaration courses through your veins. The city's cyberpunk charm envelopes you, its neon-lit streets beckoning you to explore its secrets. You dart through the bustling crowds of humans, androids, and fellow anthromorphic animals, your senses overwhelmed by the kaleidoscope of sights and sounds.


The neon lights cast an ethereal glow over the rain-soaked pavement, painting the streets in hues of electric blue, neon pink, and pulsating green. It's a mesmerizing symphony of color that dances with each raindrop, creating a shifting tapestry of light that seems to come alive under your gaze. You scurry past holographic billboards that tower above you, their animated displays advertising everything from augmented reality contact lenses to virtual reality vacations.


The cacophony of futuristic music fills the air, an eclectic mix of electronic beats and synthesized melodies that meld with the hum of hovercars and the pattering rhythm of raindrops on metal. The city's heartbeat thrums beneath your paws, an ever-present reminder of its vibrant energy.


Your whiskers quiver as you follow the scents that waft through the air – a tantalizing blend of exotic spices, sizzling street food, and the metallic tang of technology. The aroma leads you to a bustling street food vendor whose holographic menu displays a dizzying array of futuristic delicacies. With curiosity piqued, you approach and inspect the offerings.


Your keen senses guide you to a savory scent that makes your mouth water and your tail twitch with anticipation. It's a fusion of flavors unlike anything you've ever encountered before – a symphony of traditional spices interwoven with molecular gastronomy techniques. With nimble paws, you snatch a morsel from the vendor's display, savoring the explosion of tastes that burst across your newfound rat-like palate. The sensation is electrifying, and you can't help but let out a delighted chitter, drawing amused glances from those nearby.


As you continue your exploration, you find yourself drawn to narrow alleyways and hidden passages. The alleys are a stark contrast to the vibrant streets – gritty and worn, yet infused with the vibrant glow of neon signs and graffiti art. Glowing circuitry patterns adorn the walls, their intricate designs a testament to the city's marriage of technology and urban decay.


Around every corner, you discover new wonders. You stumble upon an underground art gallery where holographic installations tell stories of a world transformed by the fusion of biology and machinery. You encounter clusters of anthropomorphic animals like yourself, each species embracing its unique nature – foxes discussing the latest virtual reality experiences, wolves engaging in deep conversations about AI ethics, and cats showcasing their unparalleled agility in impromptu acrobatic displays.


As night deepens, you find yourself drawn to the towering structure that pierces the skyline – the Megatower. Its reflective surface is a canvas for the city's lights, mirroring the ever-shifting cybernetic patterns that illuminate the night. With a surge of excitement, you begin your ascent, your agile limbs carrying you higher with each leap.


From your vantage point, the city unfolds in a breathtaking panorama. Monorails glide through the air like glowing veins, transporting citizens above the bustling streets. Hovercars zip through the night, leaving trails of luminescent exhaust in their wake. The sky above is a canvas of iridescent stars and swirling clouds, a breathtaking backdrop to the city's neon-lit expanse.


The hours slip away as you explore the city's hidden gems – an underground gathering known as the Neon Underground, where rebels and hackers gather to celebrate art, innovation, and the spirit of resistance. The walls pulse with UV-reactive graffiti, and holographic installations tell stories of those who challenge the status quo. You dance to the rhythms of the underground music, your heart synced to the beat of rebellion.


As dawn begins to paint the horizon with the first hints of light, you find yourself perched once more on the edge of the Megatower. The city's neon glow is punctuated by the soft light of the rising sun, creating a breathtaking blend of colors that marks the transition from night to day. You sit in quiet contemplation, your heart stirred by the journey you've embarked upon.


From the moment you first donned the rat costume to this very instant, your world has undergone a metamorphosis. You've embraced your anthromorphic rat identity, delved into the heart of a cyberpunk city that pulses with life, and connected with a tapestry of diverse individuals who share your transformative origins.


As the dawn sky brightens, casting its warm embrace over the city, you take a deep breath. The journey ahead is uncertain, filled with mysteries yet to be unraveled and challenges waiting to be overcome.

Written by - on 19 August 2023

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With the first light of dawn coloring the sky in delicate shades of pink and gold, you descend from the heights of the Megatower, leaving behind the mesmerizing cityscape that you've come to adore. As you navigate the labyrinthine alleyways, you find yourself drawn to a hidden corner of the city, a place where the neon lights lose their brilliance and darkness reigns supreme.


Here, nestled within the dark depths of the cyberpunk city, lies your apartment – a sanctum crafted for your new nocturnal existence – a hidden alcove tucked away in the depths of the city. The entrance is almost imperceptible, a mere crack between two towering buildings. You slip through the narrow passage, your agile form allowing you to traverse the tight space with ease. The passage opens into a small, dimly lit chamber that serves as your apartment in this sprawling metropolis.


The space within is cozy, if not a touch claustrophobic, with walls that enclose you in a cocoon of solitude. A single, dimly lit bulb casts a soft, warm glow, creating pockets of illumination that gently caress the room's surfaces. Your apartment is windowless, a deliberate choice to shield you from the harsh sunlight that you've now become sensitive to.


The furnishings are minimal – a futon mattress laid on the floor, cushions for seating, and a compact table adorned with a few personal trinkets. Every inch of space is optimized for functionality, reflecting your desire for efficiency in this small, private haven.


As the door closes behind you, shutting out the world beyond, a sense of calm washes over you. This is your refuge, a place where you can escape the noise and chaos of the city above. In the soothing embrace of the shadows, you feel truly at home.


Something compels you to examine a section of the wall near your desk, a spot where the paint has chipped away over time. You pause, intrigued, as your sharp senses detect a faint outline, a seam that suggests the presence of a hidden panel.


With cautious excitement, you press against the seam, and the panel yields to your touch. It swings open silently, revealing a hidden compartment within the wall. Your heart quickens as you reach inside, your fingers brushing against something cool and tangible.


Carefully, you retrieve the object and bring it into the glow of the neon light. It's a book – ancient and weathered, its pages yellowed with age. As you flip through the pages, your eyes widen in astonishment. The book is a journal, a detailed account that chronicles the history of the city.


The journal speaks of an experiment, an audacious attempt to redefine the boundaries of humanity and create a symbiotic relationship between species and technology. But the experiment had unintended consequences – it triggered a chain reaction that led to the transformation of countless individuals into anthromorphic animals.


The weight of this revelation settles upon you, intertwining with the wonder and curiosity that have filled your evening. The journal's pages have unveiled a tapestry of interconnected lives, woven by the threads of experimentation, evolution, and a quest for unity.


As you read, the dim light in your apartment seems to grow softer, the neon lamp's glow casting a gentle ambiance over the room. Your eyes follow the text, absorbing the words that bridge the gap between the past and your present. But even as the knowledge fills your mind, exhaustion starts to creep in, a gentle reminder that your night of exploration is catching up to you.


A soft yawn escapes your lips, your whiskers twitching in tandem. You can feel the night's embrace tugging at your senses, coaxing you toward the embrace of sleep. The journal's pages begin to blur as your eyelids grow heavy. You try to resist the pull, to remain engrossed in the history that has unveiled itself before you.


But the weariness is undeniable. Your body, your anthromorphic form, has been through a whirlwind of experiences, from exploring the neon-lit streets to discovering the hidden journal within your apartment's walls. As much as you yearn to unravel every mystery, your body's need for rest prevails.


With a sigh, you close the ancient journal, its pages whispering with centuries of stories. You carefully place it back within the hidden compartment, a treasure trove of knowledge that you'll continue to explore when night comes.


Slowly, you make your way to a cozy corner of your apartment, nestled amidst the cushions that form your makeshift bed. Your body settles into the comfort of the cushions, and you allow your eyes to close, surrendering to the pull of slumber. The events of the night replay in your mind like a vivid dream, the neon lights, the hidden history, the sense of purpose – all merging into a tapestry of experiences that define your anthromorphic existence.


As your breaths deepen and your body relaxes, the city's symphony of sounds filters through the window, the distant hum of hovercars and the rhythm of raindrops a lullaby that soothes your senses. Your mind drifts, and for a moment, you feel the pulse of the cyberpunk city sync with the rhythm of your own heartbeat.

Written by - on 20 August 2023

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s the gentle rays of the setting sun begin to filter through the hidden corners of your apartment, your body stirs from its slumber. You awaken with a sense of clarity, your mind still steeped in the memories of your human life yet knowing that those recollections are fleeting, like dreams slipping through your fingers. The more you try to hold onto them, the more they dissolve into the recesses of your mind, leaving only fragments and emotions in their wake.


You stretch your anthromorphic form, feeling the subtle shift of muscles beneath your fur. The night has arrived once more, a veil of darkness that wraps itself around the cyberpunk city. Your senses are alert, and as you move, the realization strikes you – you have no coins, no identification for your rat body, nothing that ties you to the world of employment or even basic transactions.


The weight of this realization bears down upon you, a stark reminder of the challenges you face in this new existence. The city's neon glow outside your window casts an eerie light on the situation. Despite the lack of a visible window in your tucked-away apartment, you somehow sense the sun setting, the transition from day to night marking the passage of time.


With determination etched on your features, you rise from your resting place. Your agile mind begins to navigate through the hidden pathways of the city, those mental maps you've been crafting as you explored its nooks and crannies. Your instincts guide you toward areas where discarded food might be found, where the excesses of this futuristic world are carelessly thrown away.


As you slip through the city's labyrinthine alleys, you rely on your heightened senses – the scents of discarded food that waft through the air, the soft rustling of wrappers in the breeze, and the distant clatter of machinery from the bustling streets. The neon lights overhead create a dance of shadows, guiding your path as you move with the grace of an anthromorphic rat.


Your pursuit leads you to an area where food vendors have closed up shop for the day, leaving behind a trail of leftovers and scraps. You find a treasure trove of discarded items – half-eaten sandwiches, containers of exotic cuisine, and fruits that have been deemed too imperfect to be sold. With nimble paws, you gather these remnants, savoring the flavors that dance across your tongue.


As you nibble on your impromptu meal, the city's symphony envelops you – the distant echoes of conversations, the hum of hovercars soaring overhead, and the subtle rhythm of your own heartbeat. Amidst this vibrant urban landscape, you find sustenance and survival in the most unexpected places.


The neon lights above continue to flicker, casting their vibrant glow on your surroundings. With each bite, you feel a sense of determination growing within you, a resolve to navigate this city's intricate pathways and uncover its hidden opportunities. The challenges you face may be great, but so is your adaptability and resilience.


The darkness of the night outside is a reminder of the mysteries that await, the secrets that have yet to be unraveled, and the endless possibilities that this cyberpunk world holds. As you continue to nourish yourself with the discarded remnants of another's excess, you know that your journey is far from over. With each morsel you acquire and each hidden path you traverse, you're stepping closer to carving a unique path in this vibrant, ever-evolving city, and in doing so, embracing the essence of what it means to be an anthromorphic rat in this world of neon lights and shadows.

Written by - on 21 August 2023

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