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
Alterntive Scenarios from Other Stories
This is for characters from the other stories in other scenarios.
Written by catprog on 21 February 2016
Generic Person. Generic Settings
A generic person in a generic setting.
Written by catprog on 03 June 2017
Gideon
Light gradually pierces the blackness until his eyes are forced wide-open. Gideon rubs his weary eyes and warily looks around him. Up above, three moons of varying size hang high and low in a bright purple and blue sky. Underneath him is a small bed of teal grass with strangely shaped, luminescent flowers growing in between the sea-green blades. To top it all off, it seems he’s in the middle of a forest of crimson and golden trees that are anywhere from a standard tree’s height, to that of a child, or what might as well be small skyscrapers. “Where the hell am I?”
“Clearly somewhere you’re not supposed to be here,” a male voice calls from somewhere above Gideon, somewhere in the colored leaves of the high trees.
“Who’s there?”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 10 April 2018
Zachariah
“It’d be better if I ask how you got here in the first place.” A large black crow flaps out of the leaf-shielded canopy and dives downward, sending a torrent of red pouring from the great crimson tree. The crow lands right in front of him and turns its head. Black beady eyes like volcanic rock stare into him, deeper than he thought a bird could. It opens its mouth as if it might shriek in Gideon’s face with a terrible caw, but instead a calm voice like the one he heard above comes from it. “Depending on who you ask you’ll get a lot of different names for me, but Zachariah is what most call me by and what I prefer to go by.”
Gideon almost couldn’t breathe out a response. “Y-y-you’re a talking bird?”
“Not really, considering that I’m not actually a bird, just someone who can turn into one.” The black crow before him gradually transformed. Black feathers melted and hardened to look like pale flesh and black leather. Those tiny, all-seeing black pebbles became larger and gained the blue of a vast cosmos, with just as much depth in those eyes as one. It grew taller and wider to have several inches on him. Hair sprouted from him like an emerging flower, silver hair stained in ebony. When the creature finished, it no longer looked like an animal, but a human.
He couldn’t have been older than late thirties. Hiding much of his body was a long, black leather coat, but with what could be seen, his body was muscular yet lithe at the same time along with broad shoulders. His eyes were like blue stars, deep and with a distant fire that emits a radiant azure glow that could probably light someone on fire if he stared at them long enough. Beneath his right eye was an odd-looking red tattoo of swirls and lines as if they were tribal markings. There were two faints scars on his face, one on his left cheek that curved downward into an artificial, oblong laugh line and another on his forehead going over his right eye like another crooked eyebrow. In his head of silver hair were patches of black almost like an inkblot test. But above all, the shapeshifter was handsome, handsome like a model rouge with too much experience or a veteran fairytale knight.
Zachariah finally spoke. “Care to explain what you’re doing in my home, Gideon?”
Zachariah smiled at him wryly.
Written by KnightofFellsia on 14 April 2018
Mind Reader
Gideon’s eyes widened. “Hey… How do you know my name?”
“You kidding me? Your mind is like an open book; it was way too easy to take a peek. But don’t worry, I just did a tiny bit of a surface glance to check you out and found your name.” Gideon felt a cold sweat start to form down his back. Zachariah’s lips turned upward into a self-amused smirk. Who the hell was this guy? In spite of his welcoming appearance, no matter what though, Gideon couldn’t shake this odd feeling, a kind of energy surrounding the shapeshifter that proved even further there was a lot more to him than at first impressions. A psychic and a shapeshifter all in one? Something told Gideon this was only scraping the surface of this intimidating entity.
Gideon hoped changing the topic would make things a little less uncomfortable, at least for him. “How’d I get here?”
“Yeah, you hopped right into my domain while you were unconscious.” The shapeshifter mutters under his breath, “And here I thought I secured this place tighter than a miser’s wallet.”
Gideon shook his head confused. “Hopped in here?”
“Meaning you came into my universe. Either a special rift opened up near you or someone sent you here, I can’t tell. Regardless, it doesn’t really matter.”
“Your universe…?”
He put up his hand. “It’s a long a story and there’s no point in standing around here all day. You can’t leave here without me, and I don’t want to let you off yet; you interrupted some of my personal time when I sensed you hop in and came to check you out. So… you’ll get to be my entertainment for a while.”
“Err…” Gideon stammered with his mouth agape. Oh god, what was he going to do to him?
Zachariah snickered and lightly tapped his fingers against Gideon’s head. “Relax. I just wanna play tour guide and host. It’ll be fun, trust me.” The young man had an uncomfortable, forced grin on his face. He rolls his eyes, “Anyway, you’ve got one of two destinations, Gideon. Either you can venture back with me to my humble abode, or you can come with me to pay a visit to some friends of mine. Both of which aren’t too far. Which would you prefer?”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 19 April 2018
Friends
Very well. Come along with me this way.” The pair started down a path filled with multi-colored trees and travelled eastward for a time. Around them the features of the landscape were changing with steadily less and less red and gold trees and bright grass, until Zachariah stopped them. “The terrain gets a little rough from here. Allow me to make it easy on us.”
His clothes melted away into goo that left him naked, as light, silvery tufts of fur sprouted across his body that smoothed over into a fine coat. Zachariah contorted onto all fours and developed hard, dark hooves in the place of feet. Despite no longer standing, he grew taller and soon was almost Gideon’s height. His face grew longer and thinner with large eyes of blue stardust. Pearly white extended from his skull, which curled and branched into several sets of sharp horns. When all was said and done, Zachariah looked simply majestic. He had transformed into a giant deer that looked like a guardian of the forest. Gideon was very impressed by this form.
Zachariah lowered himself near to the ground and allowed Gideon to mount his back. Upon getting on, the shapeshifter pranced along their route. “How are you able to do that?” Gideon asked.
Zachariah laughs a little. “It’s a very long explanation. Stick around long enough, maybe I’ll tell you. After all, if you are going to be here for a while then you’re going to see more than me change in and out of human form.”
“What do you mean?”
The environment continued changing. The forest was all but gone; what trees did remain looked like skeletons. A lot of the color that had existed faded away into a bleached, washed-out grey that looked as if everything were coated in a thin layer of ash. “Take my friends we’re going to see for an example.” He says in a low voice, “When we get there, don’t look too surprised.”
“Err…” He nervously bumbles, “Why do you say that?”
“Oh no real reason. I can just tell you don’t have much of anything that’s “fantastical” or “out of the norm” where you’re from.”
Gideon practically gulps down the concerns bubbling up his throat. “And your friends are…”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 26 April 2018
Anansi
“The Anansi. To put it about as bluntly as a club hitting a skull, they’re more or less ‘spider people.’”
His eyes widened and a shiver went down his spine. “S-spider people?”
“Oh yeah. But they’re really nice and actually rather shy. I’m sure you’d fit in just fine.”
“Are you sure they aren’t going to eat me or anything?” Gideon asked.
“Yes, I am. The only meat they eat is from the giant insects they hunt near their village. Outside of those big flies and such, they’re utterly harmless. They’ve never once hurt anyone.”
“Sounds like you’ve got a history with them…”
“Eh, yeah, that’s one way to put it. I’ve known them ever since they first came to this world, and I was their first friend. Off and on again I drop by and meet with them, have a little bit of fun, and just check up in general.”
“Are there more like them?” Gideon asked.
“How do you mean?”
“These… animal shifters.”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 11 May 2018
Village
“Ah yes.” Zachariah somehow managed to smile even with the lips and face of a deer. “There are many, more than you might think. Typically there’s at least one shifter species in every biome, often around three or four. And if that sounds like a lot, you should see what it’s like under the oceans and seas.”
“Any of them like you?”
“Entirely depends on what you mean by that,” he snickered. “But no, I alone am like me here, and no one else here can do what I can.”
Gideon left it at that. He figured he wouldn’t be able to get much more out of Zachariah at this point. They rode on deeper into the dead forest with snow-white grass until they came upon what looked like a large village weaved from black, embroidered tapestries and dark grey and white material akin to webbing. Zachariah turned his head at Gideon and winked. This must have been where the Anansi lived. Going in, Gideon could see some people. The pair grew closer to the Anansi wandering the village and going about their day.
They were ghastly pale like a corpse drained of blood. Cheeks came either hollowed and/or with pointy cheekbones. Everyone seemed tall—roughly close to seven feet tall—thin, and slightly gaunt (even the children, who looked like malnourished teenagers), yet everyone wore an earnest smile and waved at Gideon and Zachariah with wide, open grins, putting on full display two long, thin vampire fangs that poked out not far above from their bottom lips; these teeth were even visible when lips were kept shut. Their eyes were small and sunken with often pale-yellow irises. Pale lavender on their heads and ashen white eyebrows seemed to be the only hair on their bodies. (Past the village, Gideon saw something big move through the trees, and there quite a lot of them… and he swore they looked like spiders.)
When more and more people had taken notice of the two, a crowd of hundreds formed around them as people poured out from their homes. The people waved and many called out Zachariah’s name in greeting. It amazed Gideon on two levels, because it seemed that everyone knew Zachariah and they could recognize him regardless of how he looked. From the forest swarmed a wave of titanic spiders the size of small cards, consisting of countless different species that had a vast array of characteristics. The eight-legged arachnids quickly morphed back into the familiar humanoid forms of the Anansi and joined with the crowd.
“Alright, ride’s over,” Zachariah quietly said. He leaned to the side and let Gideon slide of onto his feet. From a very large hut came a woman with very long, pale hair that went down to her calves. She seemed shorter than the others, and something told Gideon that she was older too despite not looking it; this woman must be the leader of the Anansi. Their leader whistled and sent dozens of people scattering back into their homes to bring out all manner of food, decorations, structures, and instruments. And with a clap of her hands the people rushed to assemble everything and set into order, with a large party constructed in a matter of minutes. Upon completion, the Anansi broke into song and dance with each other and ended up dragging Gideon into participating. As he was pulled into the lively crowd, Gideon saw Zachariah walk away with the Anansi leader.
Written by KnightofFellsia on 17 May 2018
Festivities
Hours passed. Gideon became enamored in the acrobatic dances of the spider people and tried his best to keep up and dance along, greatly amusing them. He surprisingly enjoyed the many insect-based dishes they had on display. The young man didn’t necessarily want to know where they got their drinks from or what exactly they were, but regardless he thought they were the sweetest, most succulent things he’d ever drank. Gideon found that the Anansi were exactly like Zachariah described. They were awkward at first and didn’t know what to say to him, but they offered Gideon everything they could and were probably the friendliest people he’d met in his entire life.
While he was content and busy with enjoying himself in the festivities, an arm reached out and grabbed him. It was Zachariah, who pulled Gideon away from the festivities and into a private, quieter section of the village. He had an odd look on his face, one that Gideon could only really describe as serious, or perhaps harsh. Zachariah said, “Enjoying your stay?”
“Of course! This was a lot better than I thought it would be.”
“I see…” Zachariah looked down at the ground and then back to Gideon. “Given the choice, would you rather stay in this world or go back to where you came from?”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 21 May 2018
What do you mean?
The question took Gideon aback a little. “What do you mean?”
Zachariah shrugged his shoulders. “Just curious. If I know, then I’ll know what we can do next. So what do you think?”
Gideon thought on it a bit. “… I’m not sure, Zachariah. That’s a lot to ask from me, especially when I know so little of this place.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. You can tour more of the world with me and make your decision whenever you wish. In the meantime, we can stay here and depart tomorrow. It won’t be long before the evening now.”
“How can you have an evening in a place with only moons?”
“You’ll see,” Zachariah answered with a wink. Sure enough, evening did come within the next hour. Two of the three largest moons disappeared beyond the horizon while the smallest stayed high in the sky. And with the movement of the moons, the light they provided dimmed to a low glow that truly made it seem like night on Earth.
In due time, everyone in the village would go to sleep, all but Zachariah. While Gideon and the Anansi slumbered, Zachariah walked out and stood under the night sky. He crossed his arms and frowned as he turned his head up to stare at a black, infinite void alit only by a pale, silver moon and thousands of stars. Deep in his gut and feeling made him feel ill, and voices buzzed around in his head. Zachariah wanted to hunt. Zachariah wanted to fly free. Zachariah wanted to abandon his responsibilities, the scars and tattoos that marked his body, and the heavy heart in his chest that weighed like lead. Zachariah didn’t want to wear the flesh of a human… Beyond that though, Zachariah thought of something else: Why had Gideon come to his realm, had someone gotten him here, and what would come of him?
Written by KnightofFellsia on 27 May 2018
The end (for now)