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
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
You find yourself in what appears to be a glass room suspended high in the sky.
The stairs are blocked by a force field.
You realise you have to go through one of the three sky blue doors numbed 1,2 & 3.
What door do you want?
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
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
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 01 January 1970
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 five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are normal air creatures.
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Cautiously, you wander through the room. You inspect each costume carefully. First, there’s a pelican costume. The pelican is the largest of the costumes, practically spilling off the hanger with all the parts to the ensemble. Hanging from the tag is a small tag, reading it’s title: “Pelican.”
You turn the heavy stock paper over, finding a small description of the bird. You skim rapidly through it, eyes jumping along the paragraph. “A large water bird... the Pelecanidae family... The bills, pouches and facial skin become brightly coloured for mating... Eight species... temperate zone... not in South America or the polar regions...”
The card falls from your hand, no longer interesting as you turn to inspect the costume itself. It has a main body piece, a suit of the white feathers and the small bit of color in the center of the chest that makes up the body of the bird. Then, hanging with the costume are a pair of wings with brown gray feathers edging along the shape of the wing, complementing the otherwise pale plumage of the rest of it.
“It’s so big...” you mumble, gently picking up one of the wings and holding it out from the costume. Then, you run a finger along the large beak piece, including the attached throat pouch that is so characteristic of the pelican.
“Ugh... I don’t want that big thing!” you think, moving past the pelican.
You continue walking, brushing your fingers along the soft feathers of the Albatross costume. You pause, staring at this less familiar name on the tag: “Albatross.”
You turn over that heavy stock paper again, skimming for some more information. “Largest flying birds... Highly efficient in the air... soaring... Feed on squid, fish... surface seizing and diving! Oceanic islands.... Ritualised mating dances...” You drop the card, leaving the rest of the paragraph unread. The wingspan hanging from the costume is huge, though you like the idea of soaring. Certainly, the snub-nosed beak of this bird is much sleeker than the pouch of the pelican.
“Hmm....” you wonder, staring over the suit. “None of these look too feminine at first glance, but especially not this one! Only thing maybe... is that eyeliner-” you chuckle, looking at the black streak that marks the face portion of the mask and hood, miming the Albatrosses black eye markings that often seemed to smoke out from their dark eye.
You continue moving, though you hold the Albatross costume in your mind. You shift over to look at the next one, with the tag dangling off the name: “Plover” from the mostly brown costume, a color change from the other two nautical birds.
The suit bears a more elaborate color scheme, black coloring most of the back while the stomach fades to a lighter shade, but then black and brown decorate the head and neck. It features a skinny leg. Once again, you pluck up the card.
“Feed mainly on insects- Ew! No!” You drop the card, shifting away. “I don’t want to be some little bug grubby bird” you think to yourself, besides the legs are really tight! “I don’t know if I’d want to wear that costume long!”
The next two wait for your inspection. First, you spot the rather familiar head of a Cockatoo with a plume of iconic yellow jutting from the top of it’s otherwise entirely white body. “Hmm... do I really want that on my head?” you think to yourself, eyeing the huge spread golden fingers that top the headpiece for this costume.
“That’d get really annoying....”
You shake your head, skipping right over it and moving to the final one. The brightest one. The parrot. “That’s so many colors!” You glance back at the nice, simple white of the Albatross. The albatross with the biggest wingspan of all the birds there! “Hmm...”
For a second you hesitate, but your eyes wander back to that large white spread of the Albatross wings. You shift back to that hangar, pausing once more to inspect the white down that covered the chest. Your fingers stretch out, petting down it’s center. “It’s so realistic...”
With a shrug, you reach up to where the hanger is hooked and lift it down. Almost automatically as you take the heft of the costume down into your arms, the other hangers begin to move on tracks on the ceiling. They all move at once, pulling back and disappearing through doors in the back wall with a quiet, mechanical whirring.
“Well... I guess there’s no changing your mind with this” you mutter, shrugging again before you shift to the bench centered in front of where all the costumes had been. You lay it out, balancing the long, un-stretched wings beside the body of the suit, planning to start there. Carefully, you search around, finding a zipper up the length of the back center fold of the feathered costume.
“Guess that’s how it goes on-” You slowly guide the zipper down, listening to it’s telltale zzzt as it traveled down the line. The body piece parted open, revealing a simple, smooth inside to the costume. You lift it up, slowly lifting your legs down into each of the leg’s for the costume.
Waiting on the bench, there’s a pair of wide-webbed boots to match, so for now your foot just wriggles out of an ankle-hole in the suit and plops back onto the dark flooring of the strange room. Then, you lift the suit up onto your chest, feeling how it seems to fit perfectly to your entire body.
“Wow... These must be nice quality, fits like a dream!” you murmur, twisting back to zip it up. With a grunt, you get the zipper most of the way up towards your neck. The downy feathers line down your entire body, with your arms marked with strange connecting pieces that will hook into the wing pieces. First, you tug the hood of the body suit up to cover your head in the smooth, feathered white. You fit it down over your face into the half-mask it is, leaving the underside of your jaw to the beak piece which you pick up next. “Time to get an eel-hunting beak!” you thought, laughing as you fit it over your jaw, feeling it line up perfectly.
The mask feels a bit hot, pressing flush to your face and fitting right to the contours of your jawline. Once again, you wonder if it was made exactly for your measurements. “Maybe the material is just ... a bit stretchy?”
Then, you started to shuffle your feet into the webbed feet boots. It took some wiggling, but once your heel popped down into them they locked into place perfectly snug. “Looks like we’re ready for the wings-”
You pick up the first of the wings. You held it, balanced between your two hands. Even just the one was massive, with black coloring covering most of the wing while white from his body spread up onto the upper side.
It hefted easily up onto the clasps with the arm, settling into the connection points before it locked into place. Then, the next one fit right onto the opposite arm. You rolled your shoulders back, feeling that weight shift and pull slightly at each arm. Suddenly, you realize how snug the suit really is. It seems to practically melt on your flesh, fitting like a second skin. “I can’t even feel the tags or zippers!”
You twist around, realizing that the zipper wasn’t there at all! “W-what?” You tug at the suit, but it doesn’t budge. It really had melded into your flesh! “What’s happening?” You grab for the sleeve, but when you reach for it you realize suddenly that your hand has morphed into the wing piece! Your fingers had begun to shrink and thin out, disappearing into the line of feathers at the tip of the wing. You spin, suddenly stumbling. Your legs are shrinking, becoming just the short stubs of skinny legs used for perching. You pivot around, suddenly staring out at an open wall of sky.
The expanse of blue stretches out, just white and fading pale blue. “A-am I expected to fly?” you stammered, looking down at where your body was settling downwards, wings fluttering outwards as you shifted your shoulders rapidly. But, before you could adjust into the seeping transformation, the floor suddenly began to roll back. Slate by slate, the dark material was escaping back away to reveal an open expanse of sky.
“O-oh my god!” you blurted, trying to stumble backwards to keep on the moving floor; but you were running out of space!
“N-No! I can’t fly!” But your voice started to come out higher, squawky-er as you yelped to yourself. Your toes clung to the floor, actually feeling the talons of on each foot twitching suddenly. The floor kept tumbling backwards, getting smaller and smaller until there was nothing at all to stand on and you began plummeting.
The wind roared past your face, whipping and screaming around your ears. Your felt the wind ripping around the edges of your feathers, making them flutter madly before you spread both arms out wide. Instantly, you slowed massively.
“O-oh! God!” you gasped, trying to move your arms and find an actual motion. The slow descent slowly revealed more color to the world of white air beneath you. You could see places filling in beneath you. There were pointed, wooden tops of buildings and the vast expanse of a dock system and then the sparkling, glittering blue of water.
Your wings kick through the air, suddenly sending a gush around beneath you before your feet crashed into the dock. You stumbled, pitching forward till your beak nearly hit the wood beneath you. Your body lurched, unfamiliar and small as you tried to adjust to the smaller size of this bird form.
With some shifting, you managed to close your wings to the resting position before you shuffled around in a circle, looking out at the sky around you. You look out over the dock area. You spot some bustling sailors in the distance, but otherwise it’s very calm and quiet. Then, to your opposite side, you spot a spattering of birds that look just like your own reflection in the water beside the dock!
“Hmm... Should I try to see some stuff on my own... or maybe the other birds can help me figure this out?” you ponder, looking towards the small gathering of other albatrosses.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 10 June 2016
“I think it’s best to avoid other birds... who knows how that could go! I think I should try to figure this out myself for awhile-” you decide, scanning over the area once again. There’s so many different area around you though, on all sides! Behind you, the sea stretched out into an expanse of deep blue shades. Somewhere, right on the edge of your range of vision, there’s some speckling like islands or trees in the far distance. Then, in front of you, the harbor is a cacophony of colors and life. Buildings pile up on each other while boats and shipments are scattered throughout the area. There’s plenty there, piling up in your range of vision.
“There’s certainly... a lot to look at-” Your head spins around, trying to take it all in. “Where should I even go?”
Written by Picklessauce69 on 11 June 2016
Your eyes continue out over the expanse of buildings, “No. I want to stay on land. Who knows what’s out on that water!”
You turn inland, starting to pump your wings madly to cover maximum distance; but the further and further you fly you begin to notice the world is utterly changed. The earth has been seared and exposed. Not a single shred of living green shows. Buildings are mere shells without windows inside the open bullet holes on the surfaces of brick and metal. Flying, gazing down at all, you wonder how such a place could have been leveled. Streets are littered with cars, some stoplights still work, flickering meaninglessly between green and red without anyone to tell go or stop too. “What happened here?” you think, mouth gaping open as you fly over a stadium where the field is intact, but there’s massive bundles of blackened, stained red. “Is that.... Blood?” Your back shudders with a fearful shiver.
“What could have happened that didn’t kill everything... just destroyed the city, the people?” You swirl down, lower to peer into the broken windows and hanging open doors of the buildings. You don’t spot a single soul. Shelves of stores have been ripped down, televisions smashed inwards. Signs have been littered on the sidewalks: “Repent!”; “God is Punishing Us!”; “The End is Nigh!” You just stare at these, confused.
“What could have caused such panic? What is it?! I’ve got to find out!” Slowly, you let your wings rest as you perch onto the top of a rusting sign post, it’s metal groaning beneath your weight as you look out at the entire landscape in front of you. In the far distance, back towards the water the sky is clear and the world seems green alive, but as you came closer into the development of the city, everything is dead. The ground is cement, but broken and torn up. Cars have been smashed, windows broken into. After staring, you begin to spot the crumpled forms of bodies inside some back seats, curled into fetal positions, praying positions, holding others.
“What caused such devastation... Such pain?” At the corner of your vision, you notice a giant crater towards the center of the city.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 14 June 2016
“I mean... I think the crater will have the answer...” You leap off, instantly feeling the sign crumble just as your weight pushes off from it. Your eyes watch the iconic “STOP” sign fall to the ground and it only makes you wonder more what happened to this city that everything fell apart so thoroughly.
You pump your wings, passing over top of more and more destruction as your course through the air. There’s a dog bowl beside a coil of chain and a dark, mangled mass of fur that makes your stomach lurch. An ice cream truck sits in the middle of a street, utterly abandoned with its music still, ever so faintly singing through the neighborhood, tempting the dead with cold treats.
Every little glimpse into the town as your fly over top only makes you shudder more. Until, finally, you reach the crater. It’s a massive drop, filled up with sparkling crisp rainwater which you dive into, floating on its surface as you sip from the cool, fresh drink. Something so fresh looks out of place within the major point of destruction in this dead town.
Your mind rolls back to the birds you’d initially seen that you’d left, they were doing their mating dance. They were preparing to create new life for the season, yet this town was leveled.
“Is it sad that it was only these people who died? Or happy that at least some life is continuing on?” you ask yourself, letting the silence of the city be the only response as you float and quietly offer a moment of remembrance for those who fell with this crumbled place.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 19 June 2016
The end (for now)