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
Life as a Hero (almost)
You find yourself in a pub. No particular description at all but it has all the features of a standard pub. Dancing girls, old angry Scottish bartender and a shadowy figure in the corner. Yep and here you are just standing there in street clothes. Or at least thats what you thought you were in. You look down and your cloaked. You have on a brown cloak with one button securing it close. Where do you go from here?
Written by Razortail on 20 September 2005
Non human character
As you shuffle around the bar you realise that you are a non human character disguised as a human.
So what exactly are you?
Written by catprog on 09 April 2007
In the mirror
Wandering into the restroom you pull back your hood and have a look at your own face in the mirror.
Or is it your own face? Gazing into the eyes of the fairly nondescript human visage you get a feeling that it's not quite there.
You notice an amulet around your neck. It is in the shape of a small round mirror framed by multicolored stones, and you have a feeling that it's magic.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you slowly take off the amulet and look into the mirror again as the glamour spell dissipates.
You have to suppress a cluck of surprise. Staring back at you is an anything but nondescript face full of white feathers. You have a small hooked beak, red wattles and a high crest.
You're as chicken, I tell you! A giant chicken!
Written by Won-Tolla on 25 June 2007
The end (for now)