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
In the shop
There is a table with a sign saying
<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one
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
Fridge
You have a look in the fridge.
In the fridge are a range of drinks,potions and other trinkets.
Written by catprog on 13 December 2005
What is Important?
Light flows through dust as you glance around the utterly empty shop, out to the utterly empty wilds outside. Are they really empty, or is everyone just waiting for something?
Regardless, you feel no guilt in taking a free sample of something from the fridge--no shopkeep could possibly become irate over taking something they offered for free, after all... yeah.
What to choose, then? There're cans and potions and metallic jinglies, inexplicably put into the fridge as well. But what intrigues you most is a little ice cube sitting on an ornate carved glass plate. You can see the point of the other things, but an ice cube just seems silly, so you pick it up and hold it in your hand, figuring that if it's a dud, then no harm done; no free sampler you've ever met begrudged you a second serving.
Surprise and bewilderment! The small, frosted over trapezoid begins to sizzle and hiss, causing you to drop it in alarm. The cube hits the dusty grey-brown wood of the shop and explodes into a glittery grey mist that swirls about you and flows groggily down the shop's aisles. From out of the mist, a disembodied voice that sounds exactly like Sean Connery says:
"What is important?"
'What's important?' Kind of a vague question, but you're an honest person, so you scratch you head, shuffle a foot and say "Well, to me..."
Written by Mr.Peaches on 06 January 2007
And Also Truth, and the American... urf?
Written by Mr.Peaches on 06 January 2007
Gods damn it.
You decide to get pissed. Whoever put that damnable shop there knew exactly what would happen to you. And if not you, someone else. Anger fumes within you as an involuntary growl escapes your throat. The growl only further enrages you as you stand. You give into the anger, growling and all.
You decide to run off to find the shop again. You quickly trip and fall over your strange feet. The heavy robe is not helping.
Written by Russet Wolf 13 on 11 October 2007
Breaking loose
You decide to toss off the heavy robe, reasoning that it's only holding you up.
You find a set of loose pants underneath, cinched tight with a silk belt. You think about tossing the robe and spade. But since you have no idea where you are, you decide to take them with, just in case.
You roll the robe into a solid strip and tie it around your waist. Without the robe you can see your now furred chest. Your anger is spent, and you now face your new existance. "Oh god. It was hard enough getting women to like me as a human, what the hell am I supposed to do now?" You are saddened, but decide to push on.
You slowly get your balance as you move on, you're capable of walking, just not like before. Soon you pick up your pace, walking quicker and quicker.
Soon you are running, and you find great wells of stamina in your new body. It's not the greatest rush, but you're enjoying yourself.
Slowly you begin to tire, and you notice that you can't even find a game trail. Just woods and flatland. "There's gotta be a path somewhere. I can't have been moved that far away." But as the sun lowers you begin to think that you may never find the shop again.
You sit down to rest and are once again forced to sit and think about your new body.
Written by Russet Wolf 13 on 11 October 2007