You are standing by a tree
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?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
You sit under the tree
You sit under the tree.
Suddenly...
Written by catprog on 21 May 2003
A Blue Light
A blue light blocks everything else.
Written by catprog on 21 May 2003
Water Appears
Water appears and it continues to rise.
Written by catprog on 21 May 2003
What up, dog?
The water starts to rise faster, and you soon realise that you are going to have to swim. You decide to do the doggy paddle.
You start to swim and then you start feeling strange. The first thing that you notice is that your movements are becoming more natural. Then you notice the muzzle growing form your face. The sensation is weird, its like someone's taken your face and stretched it.
The tail comes next. All of of a sudden, it was there, as though it always had been.
At this point you know what type of dog you are becoming. It is the...
Written by underdrag on 17 May 2006
"I have seen the future and it is... pink??"
With a lot of splashing around your feet (paws, whatever) find solid ground, and after groping a bit to find out which way it slopes, you turn toward the shallow part and keep walking until you are on dry land. Well, as dry as it can get with a soaked dog standing on it anyway.
Giving in to your new canine side, you shake yourself dry and start looking around as the blue light fades. You are in some kind of park, and you have an awkward feeling that you should be particularly interested in the trees. To distract yourself, you look down trying to figure out what kind of dog the dog paddle has turned you into.
You suppress a gasp of surprise as you see a pair of dainty forelegs that are mostly furless, only the joints are covered with thick, curly fur. Pink fur. You thought dogs were colour blind, but apparently you are not colour blind enough to avoid seeing that loud, almost day-glow colour.
Whimpering softly, you throw yourself on your back and roll over tossing your head every which way to take in as much of your new body as possible. Everything you see verifies the first impression. You are furry in places, almost clean shaven in others, and pink all over.
Paddling in a puddle has made you a poodle. And you used to love wordplay.
Written by Won-Tolla on 28 July 2007
It's a dog's life. In pink.
Standing beside the pond (or whatever) you whimper and whine, and start yipping sadly. You can't even talk any more!
Suddenly you are interrupted by a deep growl that does not come from your stomach. You turn around and see a bulldog staring curiously at you. He growls again, and you feel like he's trying to say something you are on the verge of understanding. Maybe you just have to change mental gears?
You close your eyes and try thinking like a dog. Thinking like a pink poodle would be going too far, so you just try to think generic dog.
You open your eyes and say politely: "I beg your pardon?" Those aren't the exact words that come out your mouth, but your sounds, smell and posture somehow convey that meaning.
The bulldog rolls his eyes. "Well, la-di-da, Miss High Society!"
<span class="female">"There is no need to be like that!" you whimper.</span>
"Actually I find it quite useful for intimidating people," the bulldog points out. "Anyway, you're new. Don't know me, don't know anyone or anything. You should be careful so you don't upset the only one who can help you."
"And that's you?"
"Maybe."
"Well, can you help me?"
"We'll get to that. Right now we're working on 'Do I want to?'"
Written by Won-Tolla on 30 July 2007
The end (for now)