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 find a pair of vr googles.
You put them on and you find yourself in a game, but which one?
Written by on 06 August 2005
For a moment, you sit staring at the computer screen. The game loaded so quickly, that now you’re waiting in of an opening screen. The pixels quickly formulate themselves into the backdrop of an open field on all sides of you. The faintest motion of wind rustling the thick landscape of grasses ripples across your vision, but even as the distant landscape formats with the loading page, nothing but the field is there. You shift your head, turning your gaze within the virtual reality of the game to check to your sides, but find only more of the same rippling landscape there as well. The same, golden shade of grass sprouted up from the Earth on all four sides of your body.
Eyebrows knitting together, you try to figure out what is supposed to be happening. “There’s nothing here” you mutter, considering trying to remove the goggles you’d placed on until you notice a selection screen. “Choose your character” flashed as fading white letters in the distant backdrop of blue sky. You read it, though you’re not sure what character to select or even how to do that.
You eyes scanned over everything again, noticing that a sign had been added to the game off to the left, font sketched into its surface: “Random.”
Written by Picklessauce69 on 08 December 2015
With a jolt, the waiting screen began to fade away quickly around you. The pixels of the open field, each blade of grass began to whiten until nothing. Your eyes jolted around side to side, seeing the selections start to turn into the same white nothingness.
"I guess I picked something?!" you tried to shout, but nothing came out as suddenly the whole world was flashing away. The comforting, fluttering motion of the grass was rapidly replaced by a whirring, whistling wind that shrieked in your ears.
"Ah!" Your hands jerked instinctively, trying to grab your headphones down from your head, but instead, you just saw your generating body flutter in front of your face. "Why!? Why am I trapped? How am I trapped?!"
You squinted, noticing something in the fleeting glimpse of your hands as they shifted around the fringe of your vision. You raised them once again, suddenly dropping your bottom jaw.
Instead of the familiar shade of your flesh and the simple, smooth surface of your skin your fingers were coated in short, velveteen strands of fur. "W-what..." you muttered to yourself, lifting your gaze up with building confusion.
All around you, the new location, the new world had filled in. Instead of grass, thick and crumbling dirt filled in the ground around you. Rocks were stacked in random, falling piles at different splashes across the dark, dank terrain. Pockmarks were twisted in the dirt, dragging out deep scars in the earth as dust whispered and skidded across the nearly flat landscape.
Above, dark clouds swirled like vultures through the sky. Gray fringed all edges cut the cloud out from the equally bleak sky they floated against. You furtively glanced around, feeling a tingly, nagging feeling of danger at your back.
With a squawk, a creature lunged out from behind you. Stepping back and turning, your legs seemed to roll together. Something usually so natural, so effortless and smooth became a challenge as you looked down to see four legs swimming beneath your furred torso.
"W-what the fuck!?"
You flinch, an electric jolt zapping your shoulder at the sound of the bird startling you. You swat at it, noticing the claws that mark the end of each of your slender, furry fingers. "Aha, a weapon at least!"
"Take that!" you shout, throwing another swatting punch at the depressive crow until it fluttered off into the dark sky, leaving you huffing and confused.
"What am I?"
Your usual legs had been utterly changed. No longer did you see the round of your knee and two regular length shooting down to your feet. Now there was two sets of legs beneath you, both of them entirely drenched in the thick orange fur that covered every finger as well.
"S-so... what?" You tried to run through the list of animals you knew. "Tiger?" You spotted the telltale stripes curling towards your backside around a thigh. "B-but tigers don't have so many... limbs?"
"That's because you're a Chakat-"
Written by Picklessauce69 on 13 November 2016
"Ack!" You leapt away from the sudden voice breaking the silence on your opposite side. "What the heck? Who are you?" Your eyes found the speaker, a mirror of your strange form, though his fur was midnight black with the dusty sheen of dirt muting its glossy shine. His hands hung loose at his sides, knuckles all torn and bloodied.
"My name isn't important-" he grunted, voice gruff and deep. "You're exposed. You freshly spawned or a respawn?"
"Spawned? Respawned? What?" you blinked, overwhelmed with his familiarity and speed as he shot off his questions. "Who are you?!"
"I'm just another player, like you. All the citizens of Zared."
"Zared?" you asked, realizing you'd have to start walking to keep up with the other chakat. Your legs stumbled together, kicking the front feet with the back as you struggled to the find the rhythm.
"Zared, Trap... Our town." He glanced over one shoulder, rolling his eyes at your stumbling. "We don't have all day! Get a move on!"
"Where are we even going?"
"Zared! Town! Night is coming! We have to be in the town at night to protect everything and for protection! You will learn as we have learned-"
Scrambling to keep up, you stumbled clumsily behind the other centauroid feline. Your feet feel too big. You body is unwieldy and differently balanced. Your feet seem to kick up dust with every step which sprays into the air, clogging the air around you.
With every step that you made, every foot the pair of you made it, the darker the sky grew. Shadows began to multiply and fade inwards, narrowing the line of vision until only a thin tunnel of fleeting light seemed to fill the space only the very nearest to you.
Only then did you stumble onto the edge of the town the nameless guide had mentioned. A decrepit sign staked into the earth, marking out a 'town' though no buildings truly supported the claim. "Where's the town?" you shouted, struggling to hear your voice over a rising, mounting wind whistling all around.
The other chakat only waved his hand, gesturing at a few rough lean-tos constructed from thin trees and piled grasses. You scowled, seeing a cluttering of familiar copies of your shared, oversized body shape. "That's it?"
"Yes, and it will be even less if you do not prepare yourself to fight!"
As if on cue, a horrifying shriek broke through the air. One of the other feline's had lunged backwards suddenly from the attacking claws of a massive, shadowy monster.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 29 November 2016
"What is that?" you screamed, following the rushing party towards the beast while your pounding heart and the churning nausea in your stomach told you to do the opposite.
"A ghoul! Their ghastly abominations!" With a hollering call, several more of them attacked, throwing their bare claws and fangs in waves at the shifting body of the spirit. Their attacks were mixed, some of them didn't even seem to land on the shifting, half-invisible sides of the creature while others landed to howling calls of pain from each blow.
You joined the throe. You struggled, nearly tripping with each attempt, but instinct began to slow take hold of the alien form as you lunged for the beast, scraping and clawing at the mere black shadow that marked its arms. "Die! Die!" you screamed, a fierce survival instinct grabbing ahold of you as the night and the unfamiliarity of the place shot fear streaking through your mind. Blood pounded in your head, in your ears with a steady thuh-damp, thad-dump, thuh-dump! With each pulse of your heart, you threw out your claws again, screaming and crying with confusion and fright.
That feeling wouldn't fade until night fell away.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 12 December 2016
In the morning
"Wake up, wake up!" A loud, demanding voice pounded down from above in hard, bursting phrases until your eyelids fluttered open to reveal a muddied mug fur of the guide from the day before.
"W-wha!?" Blinking rapidly, you tried to figure out when you'd even fallen asleep. "W-when did I-"
"You passed out when the sun rose, like most of us. Only time we can seem to sleep." He paused, hacking out a rough cough into his arm before he offered a furred hand down. For a second, you jolted at the sight of your own body spilling across the dusty patch you'd slept on. You wondered, to yourself, "How can that be me?" But, when you shifted to get up, the sudden ache that pulsed through every muscle sent the message sinking home: those were yours and they were tired.
"Up. We have to rebuild-" they demanded again. You yanked yourself upright, teetering slightly as you stared around the space. The rough structures from before were all weathered and slumping towards the ground with slates of wood broken through and dangling off the stacked lean-tos.
"Ugh..." Working by hand, every chakat in the small group, who you were starting to recognize, began to re-stack the pieces of their basic shelters. As the day stretched one, by mid-day, you realized that the size of the group was growing. More stragglers began to stumble into town all with the same shared dazed expressions plastered over their faces.
"My fingers... are aching!" you whined, looking down at the scuffed and mangled fur from a morning of labor.
"We're almost done... The shelters look as they were at least-"
"So... a nap maybe?"
A laugh was all that responded to your question.
"Now we explore, newbie." A chortle followed. "Unless you'd like to survive doing this endless cycle forever and never find a way to sign out."
Written by Picklessauce69 on 29 December 2016