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
See? Keep moving or you get tranked. That's how the game is played.
Your relaxing moment under the tree is rudely interrupted by an abrupt transformation. You are hit by a tranquilizer dart, which turns you into a person with a tranquilizer dart stuck in their neck. It's an easy change. Of course, your train of thought gets about as far as "Oh good heavens, a dart of some kind. I'd betteeerrgmphqq," at which point the dart takes effect, and you slump under the tree like a drugged-up rag doll. A half-hearted twitch is all the moving you do for quite some time. Eventually, you wake up. When you do, you are...
Written by Zodiac on 27 January 2007
The Institute
Whatever was in the tranquilizer, it's not very eager to wear off. In the vague fog between awake and asleep, you learn that you are in a sitting position, in a mildly comfortable chair, and there is a nice-sounding voice welcoming you to the Transformational Institute.
Your mind clears. You are in what appears to be some sort of lobbey. The walls are covered with mirror tiles (probably one-way mirrors hiding cameras, you note), as are the ceiling and floor. There is also a plain white desk, with an attractive woman in a labcoat sitting behind it.
On the wall behind her you see an elevator, and a frightening-looking black double door marked "Main Lab." On the wall to your right, there is a far friendlier door with a smiley face on it and a large orange "Welcome" painted on it. The woman in the labcoat smiles at you.
"Just pick a door and you'll be on your way."
So, which door do you pick?
Written by Zodiac on 27 January 2007
Portal Lab
Your heart flutters and you feel as though you are having a hard time keeping your feet on the ground. Today is the most important day of your life. You have been chosen, amongst your peers, as a volunteer test subject to test out the first teleportation portal. You've been jumping at the chance to take the spotlight of this momentous occasion while those around you shrunk at the thought. You are admittedly having small, tickling second thoughts.
It is a massive, clunky thing. Millions of taxpayer dollars have been sunk into closing the gap between maybe ten feet of oxygen and atmosphere. The scientific and ethical implications of this tiny experiment are gigantic and just thinking about the possibility of a successful test boggles the mind.
So here you stand, in a starchy jumpsuit completely free of pockets or contraband. The teleportation room is large and gunmetal gray. The steel walls and floors are matte and do not reflect light well. The lights are fluorescent and cast an ugly shadow on everything they touch. While a few of your peers stand behind you, ready to escort you to the entrance portal, which stands 20 feet tall and emits a soft blue light, most of the people here witness you from a room attached to the high ceiling, looking down through glass windows with notepads and clipboards in hand. "T minus 30 seconds to activation..." speaks an electronically amplified voice at your back. You recognize it to be the voice of Dr. Callen, a man whom you've shared drinks and good times with. You understand his cold professionalism to be necessary to the experiment.
"It is time." A female scientist beside you says, bringing her hands out of her pockets. You watch her walk to the exit portal, also emitting a soft blue light. A male scientist to your left escorts you gently to the end of the entrance portal, a safe distance from any electrical discharge the portal may create upon activation.
Thirty seconds has passed and the portal begins to stir, and the soft blue gives out to a whirling vortex of blue, white and stands of gray. You've been told to expect some disorientation upon exiting the portal, as something that was once far away will appear very closely. You are expecting, as best as you can, to imagine the woman at the exit portal to appear at your side sooner than you would usually imagine.
"Teleportation Test Subject #1, please step through the portal."
Dr. Callen would otherwise call you by your name. You know he would.
Written by Martin Prance on 31 January 2016