Transformation Mansion
There are many points in the mansion where you will change forms.
The more nights you spend in a form the more your behavior will reflect that form (also the longer you stay at a time the quicker your behaviour changes).
If you change forms your behavior will go to the current state of that form for you.
(e.g you are a tiger for 10 nights , become a dolphin for another 10 and become a tiger again. The tiger form behavior is still the same as is was when you become a dolphin)
You can only spend 30 consecutive nights or 90 total in a form before your behavior is totally that form's behavior.
Also after 300 nights in the mansion, you will become the form that you have spent the most of the last 300 days in (apart from the one you entered in) in its current state.
If any of the 3 previous situations (30 consecutive or 90 in one form or 300 nights total) occur you will then be teleported out of the mansion.
You may also leave at any time through any exit, except the one you entered in. You will leave the mansion in whatever your current state of mind and body
is.
If you leave the mansion by any means you may not come back for 5 years.
To start you off you will receive a transformation into a...
Written by Catprog on 04 July 2004
Avoid the traps at the front door
You hold the map in your hand as you survey the mansion. It’s a gracefully intimidating building, with arched roofs and brick walls turned gray-black by time and the weather. Your sneakers squeak on the cobblestone path leading up to the aged iron gate, all the time telling yourself that this would be the last time you would ever do such a thing. There were rumors about the place, that people who went in never left, that there was a ghost with no eyes prowling the top floor. Of course you don’t believe such things, those are just urban legends and stories they told to scare kids. And of course, knowing this doesn’t to quell the unease churning in your stomach.
As you climb over the fence, the leg of your jeans catches on one of the jagged edges and tears, sending you to a very ungraceful landing on the other side. Undaunted, you pick yourself up off the over-grown lawn and dust yourself off. Sure, these were new jeans but you could buy some more anytime, especially considering the mansion was said to be absolutely loaded with gold and other valuables. It was a selfish motivation for breaking into a long-abandoned mansion, but it’s not like it’s going anywhere and if anyone wanted it, they would have brought it out with them, right?
You made careful steps towards the front door; one rumor you did believe was that the place was rigged up with traps everywhere. Even if it turned out they were exaggerated, it didn’t hurt to be careful. The door opens with a loud whine from the tarnished brass hinge, the moonlight coating everything in a soft blue light and tar-black shadows. The entry hall is moss green carpeting and floral wallpaper stretching away into darkness. A few clicks and your flashlight illuminates rows of doors on either side of the halls.
Your hands are clammy with cold sweat as you tried a random door. Behind it is nothing but dusty furniture and paintings of desert landscapes. You try another one only to be greeted the rictus faces of hunting trophies and not much else. Finally, a third door way at the far end of the main hall turned up something more interesting to your avaricious quest.
The door led into a private gallery of sorts, full of sculptures and jewelry taken from obscure and ancient parts of the world, all kept in delicate glass display cases. Any single item from here would get you enough cash on the black market to live comfortably for a good, long while. But there was one item that catches your eye as the ghostly white beam of your flashlight drifts over it.
Written by feder on 08 March 2017
Egyptian ankh
It was a solid gold Egyptian ankh, weathered from age but still whole and shiny. Next to it was a slip of paper proving it was a real artifact from ancient Egypt. You aren’t much of a history buff, but you know enough about the time period that this relic would make you some serious cash. You get out your toolkit and set to work picking the lock on the display case. You figure a big place like this could afford more secure locks, but it took mere seconds for you to crack it open. The gentle click of the lock releasing is music to your ears as you lift the lid up off the display case with surgical care and precision.
You can't help but chuckle as you take the ankh in your gloved hands. It has a good solid heft to it and curiously warm to the touch, but you’re preoccupied by the sheer windfall you had on your hands. You hold the relic in your hands like a trophy as you make your way back down the halls, feeling like the luckiest person in the world until a sudden, sharp in your back sends you to your knees. The ankh drops to the floor with a ponderous thud as it starts glowing a bright ethereal yellow. The glow flows over your, feeling like warm sunlight on your skin even through your clothes. The warm glow seeps into the fabric of your jacket and pants, growing hotter and hotter around you and flowing deeper and deeper into your body until your clothing combusts harmlessly into a shower of gold colored sparks, drifting around you like the embers of a campfire before dying down into nothingness.
Naked and alone, you scramble for the ankh, holding it in both hands as you kneel on the soft carpet. The pain in your back flares up again, building into a white-hot metallic stinging that slices down your spine like a razor as two nubs force themselves out of your back, twitching and flapping in the still air as they sprout into a pair of enormous wings with tawny brown plumage. They flap in uneven spasms, kicking up eddies of wind as your body forces itself to learn the motor function of its new appendages. Eventually you learn, and the wings fold up on your back like a bird at rest. Unfortunately, you barely have any time at all to get used to the idea of having wings before another storm surge of change flashes through your body. Your skin starts to feel prickly and hot all over as little golden tan hairs sprout all over your body, converging on your chest and back and spreading out over your body like a brush fire. The temptation to touch your new fur as it grows in proves much too strong, you roll around on the floor like a feisty kitten, running your hands all over yourself as the velvety soft fur finishes covering your entire body save for your head. You glance down at your fuzzy hands, your fingers start to feel swollen and puffy as they shrink down and grow into thick, clumsy feline paws. Your fingernails taper into sharp claws and sink back into the sheaths on the tips of your new forepaws. You flex them inward and the claws slide out, then pull back in when you straighten the digits out.
Written by feder on 19 March 2017