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?
Illustrated by Catprog
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
There is a table with a sign saying
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
You decide to get something else. But what?
Written by catprog on 13 December 2005
You take a lamp. Now what are you going to do with it?
Written by catprog on 05 March 2004
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.
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 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.
Written by on 18 May 2004
"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
You awaken in a room with 3 doors.
Each door has a word inscribed on it.
Which one do you want?
Written by on 27 July 2004
You go through the door. You step out onto Land.
You try to get back to the door but to your horror it has gone.
You then notice you are changing but to what?
Written by on 27 July 2004
A genie’s magic is something ancient, far older than even elven sorcery. Their spells are no mere incantations or arcane formulae that bends reality, but a force of nature capable of reshaping and altering reality at a fundamental level.
His power is a blistering maelstrom that blows over your body, energetic and penetrating, rousing your soul away from your body. It surpasses the material world and drags you into an existence of impossible forms and black-green dreams. Trying to resist it is useless, it shapes your soul into something new, igniting it with an intense energy. The magic remakes you into something inhuman and powerful.
“Such hubris and ignorance,” the genie chastised you. “But at least humans are easy enough to shape, their flesh is so pliant.”
You close your eyes tightly as arcane energy seeped from your soul into your body. Flesh and bone give away under his control, barely a touch of his magic is needed to give your body new instructions of how it should be, how it always was. Your body was driven into overdrive, cells quickly multiplying and changing to conform to your new form, fueled by the genie’s powerful and strange magics.
You were a warrior, an adventurer, a human. Not anymore.
Heat washed over your body, coursed through your veins, from the tips of your fingers to your very beating heart. Your clothes were suddenly too tight, too constricting, digging into your sweat-drenched skin.
You opened your eyes and the world is too bright, you blink several times your slit pupiled, unnaturally green eyes. The night air is abruptly filled with all kinds of strange scents as you breath in, the smells of the trees and night flowers are pleasing and welcoming, but above them there are the acrid smells of humans living, and building, and killing, and shitting all around you.
Your body is only a shell around your mind and soul, being redone to accept something much more complex and deeply powerful. It’s a redefinition of you and everything that makes you human… No, you are not human anymore that’s for sure.
What do you see when you look at your hands? What’s growing under your skin, waiting to be set free?
Overwhelmed by these new sensations you fell to your knees. In front of your eyes your hands grow, splitting the skin and exposing dark, glossy scales underneath. Bone and sinew warping made your hands into large paws, ripped open your leather gloves. From the tip of each of your four fingers your nails grew into inch-long claws that are as dark as your scales.
“What isss happening?” You hissed the words, your tongue was now thin, dark, whip-like, and forked. This new tongue pressed against your teeth, now growing into vicious fangs.
“You disdain my gifts,” the genie explained calmly. “You offer me no courtesy or hospitality! If you wish to act like a beast, then a beast you will be!”
“I’ll make the wishes!” You still tried to plead with the genie. “I wish to be human! Any human, just stop this!”
“That’s simple enough, just a clap of my fingers and in the blink of an eye you would be walking on two legs with your opposable thumbs, and highly-developed cortex lobes… But there’s a little problem. My contract only binds me to obey the wishes of humans,” the genie grinned, slowly returning to his bottle and leaving you alone.
Your skin ripped and broke apart, no more capable of containing your growing body. It came out dried and dead; under it scales grew and hardened, spreading over your body in irregular patches. Black and glossy, but as hard as steel. Gasping for air, not of exhaustion, but out of some innate desire you filled your lungs and from your throat came a hard, primal roar.
Written by Ashley Natter on 02 April 2021
“Monster!” The owner of the store screamed pointing at you and soon the screams are being replicated through the village. Torches were lit and an alarm bell wailed.
You raised your hands in a signal of peace, but the sight of your large claws only made the peasant run away screaming for his life. You looked around desperate for help, knowing that with some luck the blessing of a priest could undo these curses, but all you can see is the angry and scared faces of the villagers hiding inside their houses, desperately clutching their farming tools.
The first arrow landed just near your feet, shot by a shaking soldier wearing only a shoddy uniform and a couple pieces of old, dinged metal armor. Behind him stood at least a dozen militia carrying their shabby weapons with rusted blades and dented shields. There were even a couple of enthusiastic old veterans carrying their swords after way too many years only holding the hoe.
You wanted to try and explain, and maybe that would have worked if your voice didn’t come out like a low roar and clicks that had little resemblance to any human tongue. You wanted some time to think and find a way to just make sense of everything that was happening. But the villagers kept coming closer, their weapons looking suddenly way too sharp and their eyes way too murderous.
You took a deep breath and smelled their cold fear, then exhaled some of your humanity.
You jump to your feet and hit the ground running, bare feet slapping against the wet soil as you raced out of the village chased off by the angry mob.
Your body carried with amazing speed. Too light, too strong. Effortlessly you closed the distance to the village gate and forced it open. The log holding it closed shattered.
With you outside of the village the peasants broke their pursuit, no one felt brave enough to venture into the forest in the middle of night. They were sure that either you would end up as prey to some of the strange creatures that lived in the forest or as a trophy to the monster hunters. Either way, you weren’t their problem anymore.
The dark forest, once a place of so much fear and darkness, was now welcoming. The smells were known to you, their identities revealed to you in a haze of half-remembered memories that weren’t yours, at least not yet.
These were simple desires, your instincts. So much easier now, not? Just let them guide you, awaken your more deep, feral needs.
So much easier now to let go of all humanity, in the forest you can truly connect with your instincts, feeling them flow through your blood. They grow in power, they become a part of you.
Eyes again struggling to focus, you blink hard, trying to find something to focus on. Your feet give up under you, spasming as muscles and tendons weaved themselves anew.
Your body unfurls with a series of creaks and pops, you breath in the cold air and let out a roar. From the base of your spine bone grew, quickly tied by tendons and muscles into two long and thick tails that ended in bony spikes.
Your head turned in a neck that was now too long, more flexible too. Your tails lashed wildly, hit the trees with impressive strength, dark scales now covering them until they seemed to disappear in the night.
Ideas and concepts unfolded into your mind, pushing back against your humanity. Images pulsed and formed into coherence, the knowledge you needed to move your tails, to move your new muscles.
And it grows inside of you, this understanding of your body, the understanding of your very soul. Accepting it all just makes it easier, your legs grow stronger, your scales become thicker, your muscles grow with power.
When there was no conflict, you felt the euphoria.
There’s a beastly beauty in your body, a fascinating and terrible strength in every move. Your dark scales shine even under the dim moonlight, your slitted green eyes can pierce the darkness, and your snout picked up the reverie of smells of the forest.
You are a Hydra, the word becomes you, a creature of destructive power and incredible regeneration.
Your eyes snapped open with newfound understanding, you change your posture letting your body walk on all fours as it should from the beginning. Covered in dark scales, you are a part of the night, your eyes make even the dim light of the moon enough to hunter prey. Your reptilian body wiry with corded muscles under your scales, deceitfully agile and dreadfully strong.
Your forepaws had four fingers ending in long claws, one of them in opposition to the other three; your hind paws had three fingers that came to blunt claws, with a backward-facing, razor-sharp dewclaw. Your neck was long, serpentine, it gave you a better view of the forest and agile enough to track a hummingbird in flight.
Something large stood in front of you, attracted by all the noise and the strange smells. It smelled acrid, acidic, corrupted. It was once a wolf, large and imponent, but now corrupted by the arcane filthy coming out of the human’s settlements. Already half-dead, a parody of life with bony spines growing out of pestilent wounds on its back and his mouth is full of large fangs that drip with unclean blood. You felt its pain even as you felt its rage.
Written by Ashley Natter on 04 April 2021
He roared and the night went silent, frogs and insects suddenly going quiet as the wolf charged, its head lowered, wicked fangs pointed at you. You tried to dodge, but the fangs opened a deep cut on your neck, it spilled blood and left your vision twisting.
The strange wolf readied for another charge, but ferocity unfolded inside of your mind.
There’s more of you. More thoughts, more ideas, more violence. Your wound closed, but your power was greater than that, it gave you the need to survive, but also to grow. A second head grew out of the base of your neck, bones and sinews and flesh and veins, all rising at once.
Your thoughts multiply, it was you, but at the same time it’s ferocious, it’s violent, and primal in a way you couldn’t replicate. This predator didn’t roar, but hissed menacingly, two long fangs unsheathed in his mouth, dripping with poison like some form of viper.
“Kill,” he hissed lowly, the long neck coiling into a strike position more like a snake.
The wolf charged and now your body moved faster, the grace and agility of a natural-born hunter. You stepped aside and this predator stroke in a burst of speed, the long fangs piercing the corrupted flesh and injecting his poison in barely the blink of an eye.
You followed suite, biting down on the corrupted beast. Your fangs break the flesh with a hideous give, the beast’s blood filled your mouth with a red flavor that was sweeter than any wine, more tantalizing than the best meals you ever had before. The taste was stronger and more real than anything before.
The wolf still screamed as the poison coursing through his veins destroyed his blood, as your powerful fangs broke his flesh. It takes mere moments for the beast to go quiet and you stood over it, victorious, licking the blood out of your muzzle.
Biting down on the still warm flesh was just too good. All the alterations in your body left you starved and, consumed by the desires of the Predator, you eat it raw. There was not even time to care about whatever might have polluted the flesh of this creature. You just pulled free large chunks of it and eagerly devoured it. And you grew, with each bite, with each gulp of the defeated beast you grew in size and power.
You found your way through the forest, across the old trails, and paths only used by animals until you found the temple. Out of place and time, a building of stone and dark iron, half buried in the soggy marshes.
Written by Ashley Natter on 06 April 2021
A glorious creation of time immemorial, still glowing softly with strange magics that protected it from time and the elements. You take the steps one by one, the stone covered by green and black mold, the once regal door frame was forced out of its hinges, the wood rotten and breaking down under its own weight.
Inside, two creatures watched you through big, yellow eyes. They were small in comparison to you, but then very little else could match your height now. They moved cautiously as if afraid of catching too much of your attention, and with their long limbs they carry weapons of wood and stone, their green skin almost blended amidst all that mold.
Goblins, you remember from that distant dream of being a human, mostly considered a plague and invasive species by adventurers. They dwelled in the deep jungles, often taking over ruins of other species and reappropriating them to their own uses. Industrious little creatures, reaching about three feet tall, with long, sharp ears, and yellow eyes. They rarely posed danger in open confrontation with humans, but were adepts at ambushes, traps, and other devious tactics.
You let them be, there was nothing they could do for you now and maybe with some rest you will feel better and ready to start making sense of it all.
They twitched and moved slightly with every step you took into the temple, but those funky little creatures were more curious than worried you would end up eating one of them. They kept to their hideout, but you could see them talking to each other in whispered and emphatic hand gestures; pointing and gesticulating towards you.
Then at once they scattered away through the vines, disappeared amidst the mold as you heard the distinct sounds of booted steps coming through the door.
“There’s a big monster here, lads!” A man wearing metal armor and a long sword in hand calls back.
“You will make a perfect trophy, beast” He gloated, taking the sword in both hands and charging ahead without waiting for his friends, like an idiot. “I came here looking to collect some goblin’s ears, but you are a much bigger prize! I’ll become the knight of Hydra when I’m done with you!”
Written by Ashley Natter on 08 April 2021