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
Climb the tree
You climb up the tree and sit on the branch.
The first sign that something is wrong is when your skin becomes itchy. You scratch at it but it feels different. You look and notice the feathers growing on your skin.
When you're completely covered in feathers, the next changes start. This time your mouth and nose stretch out to form a beak. By the time that the beak is finished your head has completely changed into a bird head.
Soon the changes are complete and you are now a bird. You look in amazement at your new sense of vision.
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
Soaring
Experimentally, you spread your wings out and flap them, noticing your body lifts slightly.
Feeling fairly confident, you jump off from the branch. After a few moments of terror as you fall, you start to flap furiously, pushing yourself up into the air.
You are flying!
You fly for about an hour, until you remembered that few birds can fly for great length, and settle down again on a tree.
Then you begin to feel odd again as you continue to change...
Written by Vanghar on 05 January 2007
What now?
Your body elongates and the feathers melt into fur. You shrink.
Smaller.
Smaller...
And you have an urge to scurry and search for acorns.
Written by Daizy on 29 February 2008
A squirrel?
Great... You're very low on the food chain now. You realize as you look at your long bushy tail that you've turned into a squirrel.
First things first, there's a very large eagle heading your way. Has he spotted you?
Yes he has!
Written by Daizy on 29 February 2008
Run for your Bite-Sized Life
There's a distinct shortage of tree above you; you got here from above, and now you wish you'd kept those wings a little bit longer. As it is, there's nowhere to go but down. You're sprinting before you even finish the thought - good reflexes are one of the few advantages of being a rodent - and you try not to think about the drop beneath you as you race headfirst toward the ground. You search frantically for shelter of any kind. The eagle flaps its wings above you. Your ears pick up the rush of air as it goes into a dive -
There! A hole in the trunk! You dart inside and squeeze as far from the opening as you can. The eagle pulls up short outside, screeching and flapping at the hole. You catch glimpses of two angry eyes and a set of very sharp talons. After a few seconds, the eagle gives up and flies away. You're safe - at least for now.
Unfortunately, being a squirrel means that every predator larger than a shrew is going to want to eat you. You decide to stay in the hole for a while.
You curl up to rest and calm your quivering herbivorous nerves. Running for your life is tiring work. You've had a rough day, and it's likely to keep being rough until you turn back into a human - or, at least, something less edible. The changes only seem to happen when you touch trees. Maybe you'd turn into something better on the ground...
You wake up a few hours later. The opening of the hole is dark, and you can hear night breezes blowing through the leaves outside. The tree sways gently back and forth. You're quite warm in here, curled up in a fluffy tail almost as large as your body; it's no wonder you fell asleep.
Of course, now you have to decide whether to spend the night here. The forest isn't safe for a squirrel at night. (It wasn't safe in the day either, but at least you could see what was trying to eat you.) On the other hand, there's a good chance this hole is inhabited, and the longer you stay, the more likely it is that the owner will come back and find you...
Written by Chrysalis on 11 May 2009
Talk about Rotten Timing
You decide to leave the hole. Whatever's out there in the dark, you'd rather encounter it with room to run. Maybe nothing will eat you before you reach the ground. You climb out of the hole and start carefully down the tree.
Climbing is harder in the dark, and now that you're not panicking, you can't help thinking that your four little paws are all that stand between you and a two-story drop to the ground. As if that wasn't bad enough, you're having trouble keeping your grip. Something seems to be wrong...
It takes you a moment to realize what's going on. You're changing again.
Written by Chrysalis on 11 May 2009
Something More Nocturnal
It's a good thing you're hanging by your hind paws, because your front ones are the first things to go. You nearly fall off the tree as your front claws shoot off away from you. You still can't see very well, but you can just make out what used to be your fingers as they stretch out into long, thin digits, little more than tendon and bone. Webs of skin stretch between them. The fur on your tail shrinks away, leaving you looking surprisingly ratlike until the tail itself starts shrinking. your head does the same thing. In fact, all of you seems to be shrinking except your front paws - whatever they are now - and your ears. Those seem to be getting larger. Your teeth shift from rodent incisors to a mouthful of tiny fangs. More webs of skin pull themselves out from the sides of your shrinking body, stretching between your front and back legs and joining them to your tail.
The changes stop a few seconds later. You cling tightly to the tree, a tiny, furry body between two huge, leathery wings and an enormous pair of ears.
"Huge" and "enormous" are relative terms, of course. You're barely two inches long from nose to tail - a rather small bat. Surprised, you let out a high-pitched squeak, and the echoes tell you the position of every tree around you. Those ears are for more than just looks; you're hearing in 3-D. Suddenly, the night doesn't seem so dark.
This is an improvement, you think - until you realize that, so far, each change has made you smaller. This may not be a good thing.
Written by Chrysalis on 11 May 2009
The end (for now)