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
Wait.... am I really in another reality?
You open your eyes, shielding them from the bright light as they adjust. As everything dims down, you find yourself in a small wooden shack, laying in a small bed. It isn't fancy, just a mattress to provide cushioning, and a thin blanket that doesn't do much to shield from the cold.
Pulling the sheet off, you climb out of bed and look around. The room is a little spartan. An old wooden dresser is pressed firmly against the wall to the left of the bed, barely big enough to hold more than a dozen articles of clothing, with a tiny window just above it, sun light shining through. To the right of your bed is a doorway, no door, leading to another room.
You walk over to the dressed, open it up, and to your surprise find your clothes in there. Not the clothes you'd think someone else would wear. These are the clothes you had back in your world. Same pants, shirt, socks, and underwear.
Almost immediately, you feel something's not right. Still barefoot, you walk to the other room, and find it appears to be a small living room and kitchen, a small coal stove in the corner with a metal pipe snaking out above it, through the roof. There is a small TV in another corner of the room, an old CRT box tv, like those made at the turn of the century before flat screens became common place, with a 2 seater sofa facing it directly.
Glancing around, you try to find a mirror to look into, and see one over a sink. As you approach it, the feeling of dread slowly comes over you, and as soon as your reflection comes into view, it's quickly replaced by shock.
Staring back at you, the body you are in, is yours! The exact same body you had before you jumped. Every detail, from the length and color of your hair, to the size of your feet and color of your skin, is the same. Even you're underwear is the same as before. What is going on here? Did you really jump to another reality, or is someone pulling a prank and actually shipped you off somewhere in your world? And if you did jump, did that mean there was more than one of you, other versions of you in other worlds?
Written by Universal6 on 29 March 2013
Jungle
Looking outside you seem to be in the middle of a jungle. Trees grow everywhere, their green leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Only the occasional bird chirps can be heard, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. The jungle is completely overgrown and impassable right on the outside of a perfect circle, but inside the circle, the plants seem to have been carefully trimmed and pruned. You stand there for a moment trying to figure out what to do.
"Hello?" you call out. "Is anyone here? Hello?"
Nothing.
You walk along the edge of the jungle, the plants blocking you from progressing. But still, there is no movement. No sign of any animals, or people moving about. Just nature.
Your mind is racing. If this is the real world, where is everyone? Where is this place? How did you get here? All these questions buzz through your head. Yet, as much as you wish for answers, all you hear are the sounds of the forest.
As you walk along you eventually arrive back at the start.
This time their is a staff sticking in the ground. Pulling it out, you examine it. It seems to be wood, but looks as though someone carved it into a perfectly cylinder, at first you think it is smooth, but upon closer inspection there are faint scratches upon the surface, like claw marks.
You gaze at it for a moment, thinking. Then you set it down again still focused on trying to find a way out. After a few more laps of the clearing you pick it back up.
"Welcome" a faint voice says.
A chill runs down your spine. You freeze in place, staring intently at the staff.
"What...what do you want?" you ask.
The staff speaks again. "You want to leave this place. I can help you" it states.
Debating the wisdom of trusting it you eventually reply "…Yes,".
Written by NovelAi on 20 November 2022
