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
Air Creatures
You find yourself in what appears to be a glass room suspended high in the sky.
The stairs are blocked by a force field.
You realise you have to go through one of the three sky blue doors numbed 1,2 & 3.
What door do you want?
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Fictional Air
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: Air
Type: Fictional
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Male Fictional Air
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 fictional air creatures.
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
...What? What do You Want From Me? I Just *Gave* the Title--'You Choose the Baby
A circular chamber lies before you--a cylinder with the ceiling opening up to a blue sky above its unclimbable walls. The floor makes you jump at first--it's made of the clearest glass, fully two feet thick, and below you see thick grey clouds rolling and bumping into each other like dumplings in the stomach of a man with sudden indigestion. Lightning explodes every so often from within them, like electrical byproducts of some great device that penetrates the barrier between dimensions.
Finally there are, of course, the costumes. Sundry masks and gloves lie in neat arrangements spaced along the circumference of the walls. Most are representations of some kind of Japanese pop-culture creation, save for two: the Superman suit and some rainbow-shimmering Mardi-Gras type mask with a dragon-ish flair. Your motivation drives you to put this mask on, thinking about just how good it is not to have to go to school for awhile.
For perhaps ten seconds your breath rasps in the mask, and the smell of rubber is overpowering. Suddenly, there it is--the snap, the clench, the leech-like attachment!
"Gragh!" It's so tight... suffocating! "Mmph... urchin! Hell vacuum! Off I say!"
But it don't matter what you say; it ain't goin' off. Rather, your face stretches and twists to conform to the mask as scales ripple down your body like streams of sweat.
"Urr, urr--HUARRRRGH!" Three body spasms pop you like a kernel of corn and you spill out of your clothing in a mass of wings and tail and claws, an anthropomorphic "baby" dragon, which equates to a dragon roughly your size and frame.
"Rarrrrg..." You pat yourself down experimentally. It's going to take awhile for your brain to put the feel of a lizard's skin and your own body in the same bucket. Well... what comes next? What'd that sign say? Something about worlds and stuff? Hmm... Well, the other costumes have now spontaneously combusted, so the only thing to do it get outta this room. Hmm... it opens at the ceiling... you'll have to figure out how to fly, you reckon.
*crack*
"...rrrrrack?"
*crack* *crack* *CRACK* *CRACK!*
My word! The glass! She breaks! Already cataclysmically-sized cracks are splintering throughout the thick floor, spikes and shards of the stuff ricocheting off your scales as they explode out of the calamity! It's going to shatter!
"Rrrrrrrooooo!" you growl, clawing at the walls. You can't fly! This isn't decent! You weren't born an anthropomorphic dragon, for pity's sake!
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *KUH-KUH-KUH-CRACKA BA-BOOOOM!*
Too late! The floor splinters into a hundred million pieces, sending you tumbling into the raging storm clouds below!
"RRRRAAAAAR!" You roar. What happens next is anyone's guess.
Written by Mr.Peaches on 20 November 2006
It's not the fall that kills you, it's hitting the ground
You try spreading your arms and legs the way you've seen skydivers do, and after a couple of gyrations you manage to stabilize your plummeting body. All that means, though, is that you are facing your doom and know which part of you is going to splat first. You are, in short, falling like a skydiver without a parachute.
Terrific.
Making a valiant attempt at calming down, you start thinking about flying. Do you even have wings? You recall catching a glimpse of something during your transformation, and there is a definite weight on your back that feels too much part of you to be a backpack. Or a parachute. Right now you wish it was a parachute so you could just pull the ripcord and float on down...
Alright, two extra limbs. Three if you count the tail, which you hope you won't have to worry about for a while.
Just have to figure out the wiring... Shouldn't be a problem, you do this kind of thing every day, right? Not.
Concentrating on the extra weight, you try to think of it as a pair of extra arms, and try to move the right one. Your grandfather used to tell you that when he was a kid, his father would take him down to the river, throw him in the water and tell him to sink or swim, and that's how he learned the latter of the two. If he learned to swim like that, surely you can learn to fly? Swimming doesn't involve any extra limbs though...
Your train of thought is violently derailed as you hit a cloud and everything goes dark and wet. The shock makes your whole body jerk, and suddenly what you take to be your right wing shoots out...
You scream in pain and surprise as your body starts tumbling even faster than before, and several hundred meters of altitude are lost before you stabilize and calm down. Okay, so that's how you move a wing.
Now just do it in a more controlled manner and on both sides simultaneously!
Written by Won-Tolla on 27 June 2007
Breaking the fall
As you make another attempt to reconnect with your wings in a more controlled manner, the air around you clears as you emerge from the cloud. Your heart makes a jump as the ground seems to have come into view at last.
It is pretty dark under the thick cloud layer, and for a moment all you can see is what appears to be the myriad lights of a vast city stretching from horizon to horizon. Small chance of making a soft landing on that!
Then you realize the lights are moving around and not growing bigger as you get closer, and you can see another layer of clouds below them. It's not a city, not the ground, just a layer of of strange sparks floating in midair.
You only have a few seconds for observation before you hit the sparks and to your surprise feel a moment of resistance before you keep falling a bit slower.
You feel a strange tug at your skin all over your body, and turning your head carefully to examine yourself you realize that you are covered with sparks. A sneeze dislodges a few from your nose, and they drift upwards to rejoin the big cloud.
Magic sparks that make you float? Heck, why not - you've already been transformed into a young dragon, so you're certainly not going to question something as relatively simple as a levitation spell, particularly not if it's going to save your bacon.
A bit more calmly than before, you try the wings again. Stretch out... slowly... that's it! You feel the wind against your wingtips, and your descent slows even further.
After a few progressively less nerve wracking minutes your wings are fully extended, and you are floating motionless about a hundred meters above the lower cloud layer. Carefully pulling your wings back in, you find that you are entirely suspended by the magic sparks. Great work, Einstein. Now how are you going to get down on the ground?
Looks like you still have to learn to fly, only now you have more time. You start experimenting with your wings, and as soon as you are pretty sure you can make them do anything you want them to (within physical limits) you reach out and start flapping - only to dislodge a cloud of sparks that immediately float away upwards. You start sinking slowly again.
At least you are in a controlled descent now, even if the controls only go one way. A baby dragon may not be able to fly properly, but as long as you don't shake off too many sparks you should at least be able to float or volp... whatever that word is. You just hope you'll be able to see the ground in time to pick a suitable landing place.
Written by Won-Tolla on 27 June 2007
Going down and meeting friends
As you go down you see a speck that quickly grows into a dragon.
It sees you and speaks "Oi, what are you doing up here baby dragon or are you a new arrival"
"new arrival" you say.
"Oh. Just glide down and you should be able to see some caves to introduce yourself. I'm trying to set the record for longest flight. Only one and a half days left or around 36 hours left"
You have passed each other and drifted out of range of speech when something he says hits you.
36 hours = one and a half days , but the sign says that a day is 20 hours which means that 36 hours would be almost 2 days but he said that is was one and a half days which means that time is different here then in the rooms. One more question to ask at the caves.
Written by catprog on 08 November 2007
The end (for now)