In a room
The sign reads
"Welcome all new travellers.
To continue you must go through a series of doors.
After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.
After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.
If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.
After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.
100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human
200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human
400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing
And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.
Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.
Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.
When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.
If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.
If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.
Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!
You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.
Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Myth Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying
Costume room for
Element: Land
Type: Myth
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Male Myth Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are five costumes in this room, all of them male, all of them are mythical land creatures.
- Werewolf
- Yeti
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<span class="female"><li>Naga </span>
<span class="female"><li>Unicorn
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Centaur
You slide your legs into the front spaces of the suit, its cylindrical shape slid around your limbs with ease as you wriggled the material taut around your body. You continued pulling the cloth up your leg, unbunching the fabric as you worked your way farther into the costume.
You begin to feel your legs moulding to the tightening shape of the fabric, your hands begin to claw frantically at the tight skins as they wrap themselves around your legs. The thick furs were unaffected by your attempts to get them off; the tingling was surging through your limbs as you felt the transformation spreading through your body. The sleeves of the outfit began to hug tightly around your muscles, almost expanding them slightly as the elastic fabric moulded to your shaking frame. Tingling spread throughout your flesh as if every coarse hair of the costume were penetrating every follicle lining your flesh.
Knees ached as they stretched and morphed to accommodate for the equine anatomy, an uncomfortable stretching traveled up your legs in pulsating waves, causing you to barely stand in your private corner. You lean on the top of the chair in front of you, to your surprise, the chair had appeared much shorter, a bend forming in your waist as your legs almost seemed to stretch with every moment.
The ends of the costume had hardened and connected to your feet, as if they were hoofed keratin shoes cupping your feet. This jarred you, causing you to jump slightly, once again in unison with an even larger bump from the rocky hillside roads. The shock of feeling your backside almost twice as heavy as usual had surprised you caused you to stand once again, figuring you had just sat on the rest of the costume. Oddly enough, you raised your new hind legs, supporting your weight with two extra limbs. They just now began to feel less numb as you stretched them out awkwardly for the first time.
You feel your body hit the ground hard on your side, your new muscles almost cushioned your impact as you slowly begin to lose consciousness, the black dots in your vision begin to swell the edges of your sight. The last thing you remember is a mysterious deep laughing in the back of your mind, a darkness took over your vision, as your body felt weightless for a moment.
Written by Driftingdragon on 18 April 2020
Underworld
Sharp jagged stalactites of all sizes hung from an infinite ceiling, while stalagmites below them crept with skinny veiny fingers the rest of the way up to meet them. The smell of sulfur and ash filled your nostrils, causing you to bellow as the fear and anxiety began to grip you once more. Jumping to your feet suddenly, the weight of the realization of your transformation hits you like a train. Your appearance had resembled a horse-headed centaur; your eyes crossed to see the thick muzzle sticking out from the center of your face. The thin fur which covered your entire body felt coarse to the touch as you ran your fingertips along your sleeves, and down your stomach, examining your new and muscular frame. Further down your eyes trailed to your waistline, leading down to a pair of lean legs. Knobby knees connected your modified leg joints to resemble that of horse forelegs. In surprise, you do a quick turn. Your hooves scraped audibly against the hard bedrock beneath you. You stumbled uncoordinated in a tight circle to view your muscular posterior. Your neck was adorned with a long pure white mane.
The knobby joints of your back legs stuck tight to your skin as you examined the veins pushing out hard around your bones.
The long hairs on your tail whipped gently against your flank as you took your first steps forward, leading into a trot, then a hardy cantor, before breaking out into a full trot, your hooves flying skillfully over the dark land. You could feel your hardened feet rip up roots, break apart stones, and trample twigs, as you walked towards a towering structure, which almost seemed to appear in front of you.
“Was that there before?” You remark to yourself, recalling your spin from earlier. The idea made you nervous, but you knew that you needed to ask someone of your whereabouts.
As you creep closer to the tower above you, you spotted the black gilded double doors, split down the middle with a beautiful pale yellow-gold hue; unsaturated and flaking from the wooden frame as the centuries weathered its structural integrity. A headpiece jutted far from the center of both thick wooden door panel, resembling a muscular young bull, a nose ring adorned its face, acting as st the edge of the deserted clearing. The fear overtook your body sent your equine legs carrying you clumsily through the overgrown brush. Though you have ran for hours, it feels as if you would never get anything, but something had compelled you to continue running. You had never stopped running, the curse of the underworld had completely overtaken your mind the moment you turned away from the Hades’s door. Ultimately, your decision had sealed the deal, proving you didn’t have what it took to win this game. an opulent knocker for the immaculate front door.
Your fingers danced across the deep crevices in the wood, following the intricate patterns all the way to the knocker, before wrapping your hand sturdily around the cold round steel. One, two, three, knocks ring out into the void, before you give it a moment, waiting patiently once more for what’s to come.
Suddenly, a loud bang rang out for miles across the vast expanse. The heavy wooden door was flung in an instant by a strong gust of wind from within the building, nearly knocking the doors from their hinges.
Written by Driftingdragon on 19 April 2020
