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
IM A DOG!
You try to talk but all that come out is a bark..soon the water goes down and you are in a new world...a person gives you a dog biscuit and as soon as you eat it you no longer have any memories of your past life as a human...you are a dog for the rest of your life
Written by Racerboy on 03 September 2006
In dog years, you're dead
You spend your last few days in warmth and comfort, a gray-muzzled old dog surrounded by your family. It's a good death, as deaths go. At the end, you close your eyes, and the world fades into blackness. You drift for a long time in the dark...
And then the dark shrinks, or pulls away, you're not really sure which, and becomes the shape of a massive black dog sitting in front of you. You try to roll over - a show of respect seems in order - but find you have no body to roll. All you can do is look. Unable to make a sound, you send out a questioning thought.
?
"Yes, I am Death," says the black dog. "One face of it, at least. You really should have had the human one."
Human?
"Yes. You are human, or were. You should have been. Do you remember?"
Suddenly, you do. You spent - how many years? You don't remember - as a human, and then...
Then what?
The black dog nods approvingly. "You remember. Good. There was... a slight hiccup in the nature of reality, you might say. It happens occasionally. You were scheduled for a full human life, but that - obviously - did not happen. Having died far earlier than you should have, you may choose a new life to replace the one you lost."
Your mind is still mostly that of a dog, which might be why you're accepting all of this so easily. Human thoughts are starting to return, though, and you're starting to get the hang of this mind-speaking.
You mean you're giving me a refund on my life?
The dog's shadowy face doesn't move, but you get the impression that it's amused. "Yes. I suppose I am."
Your first impulse is to return to your old life, but the black dog is shaking its head before you even ask. Apparently, that's not an option. Maybe it's just as well. You have no idea how long you've spent as a dog; somehow, you didn't really keep track of time. You've been gone a long time, you know that. Everyone you know almost certainly thinks you're dead. By now, they've had time to mourn and get on with their lives. There's no sense trying to return to a space that's healed over in your absence. Besides, you've spent the last decade as a dog; there's no telling how much the human world has changed in that time.
Something new, then.
The black dog nods. You can tell, somehow, that it's pleased.
"You have roughly fifty years left. How would you like to spend them?"
Written by Chrysalis on 04 April 2010
The end (for now)