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
Tiger
You watch in a mirror as fur ripples down your body replacing your clothes.
Soon you are a full tiger
Written by on 04 July 2004
Go upstairs
You pad up the stairs marveling at how soft each step sounds.
When you get to the top you notice many doors.
Which one do you wish to go into?
Written by on 09 August 2004
The one with the tree chart on it
You go through the door.
You look back and find that the door has gone.
You are left with 2 doors.
A green one which has a picture of some trees.
And the other one which has a picture of an tiger.
Which one do you want?
Written by on 09 August 2004
The Tiger Door
You go through the door.
A loud voice booms welcome to the animal kingdom.
You look around and notice that all of the doors have the name of a phylum of the animal kingdom.
So what door are you going to choose?
Written by on 01 January 1970
Chordate
The same voice booms "Welcome to the phylum of Chordate"
You notice the doors have the name of one of the classes of Chordate.
So which door do you choose?
Written by on 09 August 2004
Mammals
Booming Voice: "Welcome to the Class of Mamillia"
The doors have written on them names of the orders of mammal. These are
- Monotremata: echidnas and platypus
- Didelphimorphia: New World opossums
- Paucituberculata: shrew opossums
- Microbiotheria: Monito del Monte
- Dasyuromorphia: marsupial carnivores
- Notoryctemorphia: marsupial mole
- Peramelemorphia: bandicoots and bilbies
- Diprotodontia: koalas, wombats, kangaroos, possums, etc.
- Xenarthra: sloths, anteaters, armadillos
- Pholidota: pangolins
- Rodentia: rrodents
- Lagomorpha: rabbits, hares, and pikas
- Macroscelidea: elephant shrews
- Primates: primates
- Scandentia: treeshrews
- Chiroptera: bats
- Dermoptera: colugos
- Insectivora: shrews, tenrecs, moles, hedgehogs, etc.
- Carnivora: dogs, cats, weasels, seals, etc.
- Tubulidentata: aardvark
- Hyracoidea: hyraxes
- Proboscidea: elephants
- Sirenia: manatees, dugong
- Perissodactyla: horses, tapirs, rhinoceroses
- Artiodactyla: even-toed ungulates
- Cetacea: whales
<li>Taken fromhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mammal</li>
You spot a door that intrigues you so you go in.
The door
was...
Written by underdrag on 29 April 2006
Carnivora
Booming Voice: "Welcome to the Class of Carnivora"
The doors have written on them names of the families of carnivora. These are
- Taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnivora
- Eupleridae : Malagasy carnivores
- Felidae: cats
- Herpestidae: mongooses and allies
- Hyaenidae: hyenas and aardwolf
- Nandiniidae: African palm civets
- Nimravidae: false sabre-tooths (extinct)
- Prionodontidae: Asiatic linsangs
- Viverridae: civets and allies
- Ailuridae: red panda
- Amphicyonidae: beardogs (extinct)
- Canidae: dogs and allies
- Mephitidae: skunks and stink badgers
- Mustelidae: weasels, martens, badgers, and otters
- Odobenidae: walruses
- Otariidae: sea lions, eared seals, fur seals
- Phocidae: true seals
- Procyonidae: raccoons and allies
- Ursidae: bears
Written by on 24 July 2006
Canidae
"Welcome to the family for dogs and close relatives"
"Now you must pick a Genus "
Written by catprog on 26 December 2007
Fox
"Welcome to the Genus of Vulpes the genus of foxes now please pick a species†Says the voice
You see a series of doors with different species of foxes on them they read:
(Taken from Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fox)
Vulpes bengalensis
Vulpes cana
Vulpes chama
Vulpes corsac
Vulpes ferrilata
Vulpes lagopus (Arctic Fox)
Vulpes macrotis
Vulpes pallida
Vulpes ruppelli
Vulpes velox
Vulpes vulpes (Your standard red fox)
Vulpes zerda
Written by Hnhn on 11 November 2008
Too warm
You glance about the room as the door shuts behind you. It feels quite warm. Touching the wall, you realize that it isn't warm; you are. Looking at your hand you see it is rapidly growing fuzzy with white fur. It quickly spreads up your arm and you feel it growing on your chest, back, and legs. As the fur grows longer and thicker, hiding your skin, your change shape, forming pads and claws as they turn into paws. A thrust from your backside grows into a long tail, sprouting thick, bushy fur as it does so. Your clothes magically disappear as the dense, white fluff envelopes your entire body, creating a very warm coat. Your ears become pointed white triangles with the faintest black highlights at the tips, matching the barest black point at the top of your incredibly long and thickly furred tail. As your face becomes pointed and fox-like with a black nose and thickly tufted cheeks you realize you have also shrunk in size and weight. Though you are actually quite slender, your soft, full coat makes you appear plump, with your thickly furred feet and legs completing the fat image.
Taking a tentative step forward in your new form, you trip and fall. But the unbelievably thick fur absorbs the impact. Clumsily you roll on your back, and it feels like you are enveloped in a silky floating cocoon of warm luxurious white fur.
It's hard to not enjoy this feeling as you wiggle like a dog on his back who wants a belly rub, but you quickly realize it is too warm for you now.
Written by Nom on 02 March 2016
Error Correction
Something must be wrong. You realize you are not a dog or an arctic fox, merely changed. Why are you thinking like a dog? And it is too hot.
"Error" a voice states loudly. You get up to your feet, looking around. "Human proportion too small, mind limited. Calculating correction."
You look around, trying to find the source of the voice, but your sensitive ears have you believe it is coming from multiple directions.
"Do you understand your situation?" the voice asks. You hesitate, then slowly shake your head no.
"But you do understand my speech?" You nod your head yes.
"Can you speak?"
"Rowr rown rin ror..." You make an attempt but nothing intelligible comes out.
"Adjusting parameters. Adding positive humanity proportions. Adjusting."
You realize you are growing in size. Your forelegs shorten and hind legs grow to become plantigrade. Your neck changes as your front paws become more handlike. Your fur and overall shape remains, but you are soon able to stand on your two feet. Your clothing reappears, but adapted for your tail.
The lighting adjusts and you see a door before you with a full length mirror on it. You look at a plump, white, anthropomorphic arctic fox, which looks back at you. As you glance at your hand paws, your reflection does the same. The black claws and the end of your white furred fingers are short but strong, and you feel the claws on your toes in your boots. (Those socks aren't going to last long, you think to yourself.)
You turn to look at your tail. It seems longer than it should be in proportion to your body, and nearly as thick as you are. You raise it up straight and it nearly comes up to the top of your head. The weight of it pulls you back a bit, and you lean forward to compensate.
"Human proportions meet established parameters. Overall proportions sufficient for age equivalence. Appendage proportions... tail size excessive. Allowance granted, balance for error returned in other areas. Recalibration required for next subject. Move forward through door, please."
"Thank you" you say quietly. As you approach the door and reach for the door knob you are surprised that it is nearly shoulder height.
"Wait a minute!" your voice sounds higher, younger than before, like that of a child. As you turn back, your hand turns the knob and the door opens. The light in the room goes out. You are sucked out the door by a tremendous wind.
Written by Nom on 03 March 2016
New Location
You fall to the ground on your hands and knees. Nearby is an empty street, with what looks like dead trees lining the other side of it, destruction lying beyond. On the side you are on, what appear to be damaged, abandoned brick buildings rise up about 3 stories above the ground.
There is a slight tear on the one knee of your jeans from your landing, but you don't seem to be injured. You brush the dust off of you as you get to your feet and look around.
The sky is overcast with dark clouds. Everything feels dry and dusty, the buildings appear to be coated with dust. The dust in the street also shows little traffic has been through here recently. Looking around, there seems to be nothing attractive to go to, so you start walking in the direction you are standing, down the street with the buildings on your right.
It's relatively cool out, you can tell that from the air you're breathing, but not cold, and definitely not too hot for you like it was before in the room. The dust smells a bit acrid, so you don't hurry. Maybe you should cover your nose with your shirt or something: with the dust in the air you wouldn't be able to smell anything even if you still have a fox's nose. But you do hear something around the corner of the next building.
Listening, it sounds like kids - teenagers probably. Not sure what they are saying but there are more than a few of them up ahead. Realizing you are no adult yourself in this body, you wonder if you should hide before they come around the corner.
Getting closer to the wall, you look for a place to hide. There's a doorway between you and the corner, five steps going up and what may have been a porch area underneath. You'll fit in there easily, and quickly move there to take a seat before they come out from around the corner.
Looking between two rusty garbage cans, you see the first ones come out. A mix of animal kids like you, only bigger. Tigers, dogs, a kangaroo, cats, an otter - you lose count after ten as they half run, half walk around the corner, jockeying a sad-looking soccer ball between them. A few of them are carrying bottles of something. They are all bigger than you. One of the dogs suddenly comes to a stop and looks around.
"What is it, Pill?" The kangaroo asks as he comes to a stop as well.
"Something different in the air. Not sure what."
"How can you smell anything around here with this dust?" one of the Tigers asks.
Pill takes another long sniff, then coughs. "Dad says we have come from a long line of good noses."
"Your Dad only smells what's at the bottom of his brew-jug" laughs one of the cats.
Pill looks at him sharply. "At least I know my Dad, Tom."
The cat jumps quickly at Pill, his claws out.
"Enough! the kangaroo shouts. "Fred, you know better than to make a drunk comment to Pill. And Pill," he turns to the dog, "you know better than to pull out a term like that for a fellow bricker. Now get back to what you were sniffin'."
Fred and Pill scowl at each other but Pill takes some short sniffs in the air.
"I don't know," he says. "Canine, but not."
"Wolf?" the other tiger asks, glancing around.
"No, he hasn't been by here since before dawn. Something ... cleaner."
"What the heck does that mean?" says one of the other dogs.
Now that all of the kids seem to be out, they are spreading around, looking at the buildings, peering at the windows, the roof, out into the desolation beyond the street. While most of them seem to be going away from you, one of the cats is coming nearer. He is barefoot, and you are surprised you can hear his claws hitting the sidewalk softly as he walks hesitantly, looking around, coming closer, closer. You don't move a muscle.
"Jack, come over here. Let's go to the warehouse." What looks like a bobcat is calling to the cat closest to you.
"Ok, ok. Just being point." Jack looks up at the building above the door, turns as he looks down to go back to the group when he stops and whips around to look right at you.
Written by Nom on 03 March 2016
Caught
"Caught ya!" Jack leaps over the stairs to the side you are on, effectively trapping you in your hiding spot. The rest of the kids soon surround the steps and you.
"Come out." The kangaroo comes over, looking down at you.
You slowly come out, tail and ears down. You barely come up to the chest of the smallest cat.
"Spying on us, huh?" The otter glares at you, looking you up and down.
"Awful clean looking, there, whitey," the green eyed tiger speaking seems to be older than the rest. But he backs down when the kangaroo holds up his hand.
"So what are you doing in bricker territory, kid?" he says, a half smile on his face.
"I didn't know where I was, I...," you're not sure what to say. "I just kind of fell here and didn't know where to go."
"Pill, track him back, find out where he came from. Jaro, Thread, go with Pill."
Pill and the two tigers come over to you. Phil gives a sniff, then grins and walks back the way you came.
He stops where you were when you first heard them coming and looks back at you for a moment, then goes on, the two tigers following him.
"Now, what are we going to do with you?" the kangaroo seems to be thinking out loud.
"Maybe he could be a mascot" the bobcat grins, showing one of his broken incisors. A few others chuckle, and you don't think that sounds too good.
"Hey!" Pill hollers. "His tracks stop here!" He's standing right where you landed.
"Who dropped you off, kid?"
"I don't know..." How can you possibly explain this?
"Is someone gonna come looking for you?"
"Maybe." But you have serious doubts of that.
"Look how fat he is. Maybe we could sell him to the butcher." Fred the cat eyes you up and down.
Pill and the tigers have returned. "He's just a bunch of fluff," the yellow-eyed tiger says, looking you over. "There's a lot of fur there, but not much meat on his bones. The tail makes up half of him!"
The others laugh a bit. "I bet we could get a couple of dinaros for him from the exotic dealers." You could tell Fred was not the nice sort before, but the way he says this sends chills down your spine all the way to your tail.
"Maybe." The kangaroo looks you over. "Betty, what do you think?"
A tall, female skunk comes over. You hadn't seen her before. She looks at you, sizing you up and down, glancing at your tail then briefly at her own.
"Not sure," she says. "He's not from around here, that's fer sure. Look at those clothes - decent quality, clean. And that fur! Like it was made today, hardly dusty at all. Never seen anyone so white. But blue eyes and black nose - he's not a pinkie. Most would not even notice the black edges of his ears. With some powder and shades he could pass for one. Might be useful in a few years if he keeps. It's a risk. Bird in the hand, though."
"I'll think about it." The kangaroo straightens up. "In the meantime, let's get to know him. Guys, have some fun."
Fred pulls you out of your spot. A couple of the dogs each grab a hand and pull you along, nearly tripping you as they go. The otter stops them and says "I like his shirt," and promptly pulls it off of you.
"So white!" says Fred. "He's gonna blind me!"
"Here!" says another cat. "Let's give him some color!" He holds up a bottle.
"Yeah! says a dog, holding up a similar bottle. "It's a regular blank canvas!" He opens the bottle and dumps part of it on your left ear and head. The liquid splashes in your left eye, stinging it. You see a bright yellow patch on your nose with your good eye. You wretch a hand free to wipe your eye and accidentally poke yourself with a claw that you are not used to having on your fingers.
They laugh and another kid pours some bright blue liquid on your shoulder, staining your fur. Pushing and pulling you around, others splash more brilliant colors at you, creating splotches of green, orange, and red. Then they start hitting you, saying you got colors on them while they pour more of the bright liquids over you. You try to run down the street, but are quickly tackled to the ground.
"Hey, let's make a rainbow out of that tail!" "Yeah! See? I told ya we'd find a use for this dye!" A couple of the kids sit on you. It's hard to breathe.
Soon your tail is a sopping mess of colors, completely soaked, mixed with the dust of the ground which has turned into multi-colored mud. Faintly, beyond it all, you think you hear a motorcycle, but then it stops.
"You got some dye on me, kid." One of the tigers growls. You didn't even realize he was near you, and doubt you could've moved enough to have even splashed him.
He comes up and stomps on your left arm.
You gasp as the sharp pain tells you immediately it is broken, the stinging of you left eye momentarily forgotten.
"He doesn't cry much for a little kid, does he?" One of the dogs looks at you with his head tilted.
"Yeah, he's been kind of quiet. Maybe he thinks he's tough enough to be a bricker?"
"Too little." says one.
"Give him a try," says another.
"Worth a shot," says a third.
"His arm's already broken, it's too late for that."
"I'm gonna get me some of that fur!"
They start kicking and punching you as you are held to the ground.
Written by Nom on 03 March 2016
The end (for now)