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
Wait.... am I really in another reality?
You open your eyes, shielding them from the bright light as they adjust. As everything dims down, you find yourself in a small wooden shack, laying in a small bed. It isn't fancy, just a mattress to provide cushioning, and a thin blanket that doesn't do much to shield from the cold.
Pulling the sheet off, you climb out of bed and look around. The room is a little spartan. An old wooden dresser is pressed firmly against the wall to the left of the bed, barely big enough to hold more than a dozen articles of clothing, with a tiny window just above it, sun light shining through. To the right of your bed is a doorway, no door, leading to another room.
You walk over to the dressed, open it up, and to your surprise find your clothes in there. Not the clothes you'd think someone else would wear. These are the clothes you had back in your world. Same pants, shirt, socks, and underwear.
Almost immediately, you feel something's not right. Still barefoot, you walk to the other room, and find it appears to be a small living room and kitchen, a small coal stove in the corner with a metal pipe snaking out above it, through the roof. There is a small TV in another corner of the room, an old CRT box tv, like those made at the turn of the century before flat screens became common place, with a 2 seater sofa facing it directly.
Glancing around, you try to find a mirror to look into, and see one over a sink. As you approach it, the feeling of dread slowly comes over you, and as soon as your reflection comes into view, it's quickly replaced by shock.
Staring back at you, the body you are in, is yours! The exact same body you had before you jumped. Every detail, from the length and color of your hair, to the size of your feet and color of your skin, is the same. Even you're underwear is the same as before. What is going on here? Did you really jump to another reality, or is someone pulling a prank and actually shipped you off somewhere in your world? And if you did jump, did that mean there was more than one of you, other versions of you in other worlds?
Written by Universal6 on 29 March 2013
Zoo
Perhaps if the house has not changed the area outside has? Looking outside you see what used to be houses down the hill across the road has been replaced by a zoo. And not just any zoo but a large sized one. Also it seems like they are having a promotion to celebrate their grand opening.
Heading over you find that the entry is free for the first week, unfortunately most of the animals are yet to arrive. You also are handed a map and find out the hill is only the front of the zoo, the plains behind it also are now part of the zoo. There also seems to be an aquatic area, an aviary, and a reptile house. It seems this zoo will have every kind of animal imaginable, once they have arrived.
You ask the guide "What happened with the animals that has delayed them."
He sighs "Well we ran into some problems in our last location. People ended up missing and we got blamed, so the animals are still there while we set up here. Once we are settled, then we can move the animals here. What is your favorite animal by the way?"
Written by Cason Whitlock + Catprog on 18 July 2015
Tiger
"Tiger" you say and the guide nods " We did not have them in the previous location. "You can go behind the scenes and have a look at their habitat. Go up the hill and you should be able to see the tiger habitat."
You head up the hill and look over the zoo. Looking back you see your house and where the zoo has gone over your neighbourhood, it is almost like a patchwork quilt, some of the houses now zoo, while their neighbour is still a house.
The thought goes through your mind that this is quite strange but given this is a new reality you quickly put it out of your mind. The tiger area is nearby and so you head out and soon arrive.
The tiger pens are open and as the guide said , no tigers. A sign is up saying "behind the scenes tour , enter the pens." There are a number of doors, each one with a name above it.
Written by Cason Whitlock + Catprog on 19 July 2015
Sancho
You head through the door under the name Sancho, having to get onto your hands to go through. You must of knocked something, because the moment you stand back up the door slides shut, blocking your way out.
The door through to the habitat though is open and you head out arrive in a jungle, no trace whatsoever of the zoo. You smile and try to get your bearings to head towards the wall.
You hear rustling in the bushes and you turn to see a zookeeper appearing out of what appears to be thin air. "How do you like the habitat? We have tried to make it as natural as possible, hiding all the observation points for the visitors." she says.
"It’s perfect. Plenty of jungle for me to hide in, a basking spot, and no way for me to even see the humans when they watch me its-what?" You shake your head. What on earth was that all about.
"Sounds like you are thinking like a tiger." she says grinning "Can you think like a tiger and find the way out?" she asks you.
You look at her curiously. "Um...I’m human. I’ll find my own way out thank you very much." You start to pat along the vine covered walls, looking in vain for the exit.
"The exit is not on this side. You have to cross the habitat. Find the animal trails and follow them to the exit." she says chuckling "This is the real point of these behind the scene tours, we want you to think about what the animals are thinking while they are in the zoo."
You look around critically. Finally you spot a dent in the dense underbrush, with an "Aha" you set off onto the trail.
You sense the zookeeper following you but no matter how hard you look you can not find any actual trace of her. However you soon arrive at a door and she is there waiting for you. "Congratulations, you have now found the exit." she says holding the door open for you. "When you look in the habitat on your way back out, please think about how different it looks from outside than inside. Think about how...at home you felt."
You nod and head through the door and turn back to find a rock face , no trace of the door. You head around the rock and find yourself looking over the enclosure, despite the feeling of being hidden inside, from the outside you can see almost the entire area, the only things not seen are the tiger pens and the door outside. There you can also see many places that you want to explore if you get to go back. However from the sun you think you have spent nearly the entire day in there. For a moment you feel an urge to go back to the pens, like that is where you should sleep. But you also see your house back there, and your own bed.
Written by Cason Whitlock + Catprog on 20 July 2015
Back Home
You get home and immediately go to the fridge to get a steak out. Sticking it onto the frypan. But as it starts sizzling you suddenly realize that if you cook it, it will lose all it’s blood. Quickly, you turn off the stove, and take the steak out, putting it on a plate. You sit down at the table and stare at the steak...then you grab it with both hands and begin ripping into it with your teeth.
You are about halfway through when you suddenly realise what you are doing and you toss it back onto the plate before getting the cutlery to finish it off. You must've been really hungry to use your hands. You didn’t eat at all today.
But no matter how you try, the fork seems alien to you. You stare at it and look at the knife as well. What are your teeth for? A voice in your head asks. "What indeed?" You say aloud. Looking around you see no one around, shrug, then pick the steak up again and resume your messy eating.
Soon the steak is gone, and all that is left is licking your hands clean. You look at the dirty plate and growl. Why did you dirty the plate in the first plate, you now need to clean that as well. Licking it clean before washing it in the sink.
You give a deep rumble in your throat. That steak really hit the spot. You look at the time. Already 8 PM. You could go to bed, or watch some Tv..or...the night is young. Maybe you should explore outside, or possibly even the zoo?
Written by Cason Whitlock + Catprog on 21 July 2015
Eat without cooking
There is no time to cook it so you just hold the meat and tear into it. Each bite smelling better and better. Cleaning up is easy, your tongue taking care of most of the job, leaving a quick shower to finish the job.
Brushing your teeth is a surprise. Your nose has changed, not only it is covered in a striped fur it is reshaped, much like a tiger. You touch it in disbelief as a wave of fear comes over you before you think about how much easier it will be to smell with it.
Perhaps it is just the sleep talking but you decide to sleep on it and see what the morning brings.
Sleeping brings you dreams. You are a tiger heading around the habitat in the zoo, once again though there is no trace of the humans looking in, the tigress hiding somewhere around your main focus.
You toss and turn in your sleep, moaning as you find the tigress in your dreams and have some...intimate moments with her. A deep purr rumbles through your throat as you sleep.
The morning arrives shattering the dream. Your feet have started to change , the underside are pawpads , helping you walk without shoes, the memories of your walk reminding you that bare feet are not good for long walks. They also have reshaped , forcing you onto the balls of your feet.
Written by Cason Whitlock + Catprog on 22 July 2015
Go to work
You look at your half-paws in confusion. How are you going to hide this? You take a step and smile. This is strange, but the padding on your feet will definitely make shoes unnecessary. You shrug. Maybe no one will notice or just think you are playing? You walk to work, which is a dead in desk jockey job.
But things are work are strange. People are giving you nervous looks, as if afraid of you. Suddenly a woman walks by you..a woman with a large orange beak in place of a mouth. She takes a look at your feet and squawks in fright, before running off.
Your colleagues look over and run out as well, you notice various animal parts on them, rabbit ears, zebra stripes (and somehow you know it is zebra and not a white tiger) along with various other prey animals.
The boss comes in, he has changed a lot, his head fully elephant. Dropping to all fours he charges at you, forcing you to climb over the desk and away. Behind you the elephant-headed boss runs through it only slowing slightly. The door is just ahead and you dive through it, leaving him stuck behind it.
Well there is not much point staying here now, perhaps you can go back to the zoo and find your way back into the habitat and explore the places you saw last time?
But you shake your head, looking down at your half-paw feet and touching your animalistic nose. No...this isn’t normal. You need to talk to the zookeeper. Maybe she will know what is happening to you and how...or if you can stop it. Or if you WANT to stop it. You shake your head violently. This is messing with your mind. Looking back at the building you walk away, determined not to head back inside.
Written by Cason Whitlock + Catprog on 23 July 2015
Around town
As you head off the roads you traveled to work on are now blocked the zoo seemingly grown over the buildings. Forcing you to head in a different direction. Cutting through a park you spot a bunch of otters playing in the ponds. They spot you and head towards you almost as if they had something to tell you.
But then they see your large paws and suddenly jump back, frightened. Something about you terrified them apparently. You look over to the pond and spot what seems to be writing there. "Human, must remember. Don't let her. " Even with so few words, the later words are much messier written even though they seem to be from the same hand.
In fact the writing seems to change it's meaning. The messy, kindergarten looking writing read; "Otter fun! Glad I not smelly hooman! Ooo! Clam!" And with that the writing disappears from your very eyes, no trace of it left.
You look around, and the entire park seems to have changed, the large areas of grass are now replaced by water with only small islands. You'd have to swim to get out now.
But that would be a very bad idea. Because there on the island is a family of humans. A family of humans covered in tough green scales. Although your vision seems to be better in some senses, the colors seem washed out
Written by Cason Whitlock + Catprog on 24 July 2015
