Reality Hopping
In this story you can hop between realities following these rules:
No more then
- 1 a Day
- 6 a Week
- 20 every 4 weeks
- 50 every 12 weeks
- 180 every 48 weeks
These measurements are based on your home reality.
Your home reality is the one where you start your journey from.
When you hop to another reality you switch your mind with anybody who is there already.
If you hop to a different reality then your home reality from another reality then:
Reality 3 contains you.
Reality 2 contains the person from reality 3
Your home reality contains the person from reality 2
If someone dies then the person whose reality he/she home reality changes to that of the person who died. (Using the example above , if the person in your home reality dies your home reality becomes reality 2. If the person in reality 2 dies then the home reality of the person from reality 2 becomes
3.)
Written by Catprog on 22 August 2004
Lazy day
A fly buzzes around your head, and you angrily swat at it, wondering how it got in the room. As your hand connects with it, satisfyingly flinging it against the wall, you hear a loud shriek from the other room, nearly making you fall off the couch.
"WHAT are you doing?!" You hear your sister yell as she storms into the room. As you wonder how she saw you from all the way in the kitchen, she stomps over to the little fly and cups in in her hands. You scoff as she walks over to the screen door and lets the little bug go free, then angrily turns to you. "You KNOW that could've been a jumper, you idiot. Why on Earth are you so careless!? What if you were in some other dimension and some big giant fly smacked you against a wall?!"
You sigh and roll your eyes, glaring at her. "That'll never happen because I don't ever plan to jump. There's too much risk involved. Who knows what I'll end up as? It's not like I get to choose."
Apparently you gave the wrong answer, indicated by a pillow being thrown in your direction. "But what if someone switches into YOU?"
You grumble and leave the couch, apparently not going to watch TV after all. Ever since the government made the 'Jump Start' known to people, life hadn't been the same. Although in practice for most, society had just found something else to argue the morality of.
The Jump Start was when the first person 'jumped' realities. Turns out the person he replaced was some governor in Wyoming. People noticed right away, and the guy was sent over to some secret base for testing. Luckily, despite everyone's worst fears, he wasn't some kind of supervillain or anything, and he came clean about jumping. Basically, people were able jump realities and switch bodies with another person, animal, or any living thing. A lot of people don't do it because of the risks involved, and some even went so far as to get 'mind-locked', a secret procedure used by the government to keep them from getting switched into. Only rich people could afford to be mind-locked though, so a lot of the population had to live in fear of suddenly being zapped out of their bodies without warning.
You walk to your room in a huff and slam the door, just sort of mad in general. At the situation, at your sister, everything. It's not like you stabbed someone. Just swatted a little fly.
Right as you're about to fall into your bed, you feel a strange pulling sensation all over your body. Like your soul is getting sucked through a vacuum cleaner. Before you can even scream for help, you feel yourself plopping in a chair and falling forward. Quickly trying to catch yourself, you slam your hand into a bar table, spattering a nearby group of people with booze and food. As your vision becomes cloudier, you see the faces start closing in around you. Whoever zapped you here better have had a damn good reason?
Written by Zorpix on 29 October 2014
Bar Fight
As the faces close in around you, you suddenly realize why someone might have wanted to switch out of here. Bastard. Maybe there's a way to talk yourself out of this.
"Hey! Hold up!" You yell, surprised you still have your old voice. The other guys seemed surprised too, as the stopped dead in their tracks. Good. At least you have their attention. "I'm not? whoever you?re looking for. He just switched realities with me. I just wanna get home, and then you can beat this guy to a pulp all you want."
The burly guys look at you like they still really want to hurt you, but somewhere in their drunkenly glazed eyes, you see a bit of understanding.
"One of our buds got switched a few weeks ago. Get lost, asshole."
Nodding curtly, you stand to dash out of the bar. However, your feet catch on each other and you feel your head start swimming. With a loud crash, you fall to the floor of the bar, invoking the laughter of just about everyone in the room. Apparently drunkenness doesn't transfer bodies. That bit stays. Giving a cheeky little wave to everyone else in the room, you pick yourself up and stumble out of the bar.
The place you've been taken looks fairly similar to your reality. Normal looking buildings and skyline. It looks like you're in some kind of city, with buildings stretching up high above your head. People line the city streets, but you can't make out any distant figures due to your drunken vision.
As someone bumps into you, you hear them call out "Watch it, scale face!" Scale face? What the heck was that supposed to mean? Looking down to your body for the first time since transporting, you realize what has happened. The body of the guy who switched with you was a lizard man! It wasn't your legs you tripped over in the bar, it was your tail!
As people bustle about you, you realize you have to get moving, else risk being run over. Looking left and right, you don?t see anything particularly helpful for getting back to your own life, so either way is going to just be a gamble.
There are some differences though. To the left, you see more city-like buildings, tall and bright. To the right, you see a more residential area that looks a bit quieter. You weight the options in your head. There might be places in the city that specialize in this kind of thing, but you?re not sure you want to risk wandering around in a big city you know nothing about. As for the residential area, there may be people who have had to deal with things like this before, and they may be more welcoming as well.
Your head starts swimming from your drunkenness and all the thoughts running around your head. Leaning back against the bar a bit, you wait until your vision clears before making your final decision.
Written by Zorpix on 29 October 2014