Reality Hopping
In this story you can hop between realities following these rules:
No more then
- 1 a Day
- 6 a Week
- 20 every 4 weeks
- 50 every 12 weeks
- 180 every 48 weeks
These measurements are based on your home reality.
Your home reality is the one where you start your journey from.
When you hop to another reality you switch your mind with anybody who is there already.
If you hop to a different reality then your home reality from another reality then:
Reality 3 contains you.
Reality 2 contains the person from reality 3
Your home reality contains the person from reality 2
If someone dies then the person whose reality he/she home reality changes to that of the person who died. (Using the example above , if the person in your home reality dies your home reality becomes reality 2. If the person in reality 2 dies then the home reality of the person from reality 2 becomes
3.)
Written by Catprog on 22 August 2004
Alterntive Scenarios from Other Stories
This is for characters from the other stories in other scenarios.
Written by catprog on 21 February 2016
Generic Person. Generic Settings
A generic person in a generic setting.
Written by catprog on 03 June 2017
Gideon
Light gradually pierces the blackness until his eyes are forced wide-open. Gideon rubs his weary eyes and warily looks around him. Up above, three moons of varying size hang high and low in a bright purple and blue sky. Underneath him is a small bed of teal grass with strangely shaped, luminescent flowers growing in between the sea-green blades. To top it all off, it seems he’s in the middle of a forest of crimson and golden trees that are anywhere from a standard tree’s height, to that of a child, or what might as well be small skyscrapers. “Where the hell am I?”
“Clearly somewhere you’re not supposed to be here,” a male voice calls from somewhere above Gideon, somewhere in the colored leaves of the high trees.
“Who’s there?”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 10 April 2018
Zachariah
“It’d be better if I ask how you got here in the first place.” A large black crow flaps out of the leaf-shielded canopy and dives downward, sending a torrent of red pouring from the great crimson tree. The crow lands right in front of him and turns its head. Black beady eyes like volcanic rock stare into him, deeper than he thought a bird could. It opens its mouth as if it might shriek in Gideon’s face with a terrible caw, but instead a calm voice like the one he heard above comes from it. “Depending on who you ask you’ll get a lot of different names for me, but Zachariah is what most call me by and what I prefer to go by.”
Gideon almost couldn’t breathe out a response. “Y-y-you’re a talking bird?”
“Not really, considering that I’m not actually a bird, just someone who can turn into one.” The black crow before him gradually transformed. Black feathers melted and hardened to look like pale flesh and black leather. Those tiny, all-seeing black pebbles became larger and gained the blue of a vast cosmos, with just as much depth in those eyes as one. It grew taller and wider to have several inches on him. Hair sprouted from him like an emerging flower, silver hair stained in ebony. When the creature finished, it no longer looked like an animal, but a human.
He couldn’t have been older than late thirties. Hiding much of his body was a long, black leather coat, but with what could be seen, his body was muscular yet lithe at the same time along with broad shoulders. His eyes were like blue stars, deep and with a distant fire that emits a radiant azure glow that could probably light someone on fire if he stared at them long enough. Beneath his right eye was an odd-looking red tattoo of swirls and lines as if they were tribal markings. There were two faints scars on his face, one on his left cheek that curved downward into an artificial, oblong laugh line and another on his forehead going over his right eye like another crooked eyebrow. In his head of silver hair were patches of black almost like an inkblot test. But above all, the shapeshifter was handsome, handsome like a model rouge with too much experience or a veteran fairytale knight.
Zachariah finally spoke. “Care to explain what you’re doing in my home, Gideon?”
Zachariah smiled at him wryly.
Written by KnightofFellsia on 14 April 2018
Mind Reader
Gideon’s eyes widened. “Hey… How do you know my name?”
“You kidding me? Your mind is like an open book; it was way too easy to take a peek. But don’t worry, I just did a tiny bit of a surface glance to check you out and found your name.” Gideon felt a cold sweat start to form down his back. Zachariah’s lips turned upward into a self-amused smirk. Who the hell was this guy? In spite of his welcoming appearance, no matter what though, Gideon couldn’t shake this odd feeling, a kind of energy surrounding the shapeshifter that proved even further there was a lot more to him than at first impressions. A psychic and a shapeshifter all in one? Something told Gideon this was only scraping the surface of this intimidating entity.
Gideon hoped changing the topic would make things a little less uncomfortable, at least for him. “How’d I get here?”
“Yeah, you hopped right into my domain while you were unconscious.” The shapeshifter mutters under his breath, “And here I thought I secured this place tighter than a miser’s wallet.”
Gideon shook his head confused. “Hopped in here?”
“Meaning you came into my universe. Either a special rift opened up near you or someone sent you here, I can’t tell. Regardless, it doesn’t really matter.”
“Your universe…?”
He put up his hand. “It’s a long a story and there’s no point in standing around here all day. You can’t leave here without me, and I don’t want to let you off yet; you interrupted some of my personal time when I sensed you hop in and came to check you out. So… you’ll get to be my entertainment for a while.”
“Err…” Gideon stammered with his mouth agape. Oh god, what was he going to do to him?
Zachariah snickered and lightly tapped his fingers against Gideon’s head. “Relax. I just wanna play tour guide and host. It’ll be fun, trust me.” The young man had an uncomfortable, forced grin on his face. He rolls his eyes, “Anyway, you’ve got one of two destinations, Gideon. Either you can venture back with me to my humble abode, or you can come with me to pay a visit to some friends of mine. Both of which aren’t too far. Which would you prefer?”
Written by KnightofFellsia on 19 April 2018