You are standing by a tree
There are 3 paths.
One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.
So what's its going to be?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
You walk towards the cave
You go into the cave.
All of a sudden you feel a weight on your behind. You turn and manage to get a glimpse of your new tail. As you do so it hits the side of the cave and causes a cave-in. There is still light coming through however.
You watch as scales slide up your body and tail.
You feel wings come out of your back and with a sense of amazement you try them out by hovering.
You realise that you are a dragon.
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
Making a passage out of the cave
You crane your long, neck back, admiring the scales of your flank and the heavier, thicker, darker ones that gave way to lighter spines that run along your back in twin ridges. You rub your head with a paw, feeling the fine frills along the sides of your neck... And the tail! A tail! It swings back and forth, a powerful weight, as naturally as if you'd been born to it.
You decide that you need to get out of the cave. First you scrape at the rock with your new claws. It doesn't seem to make a difference. Suddenly you remember that you can breathe fire, as you're now a dragon. You breath fire and make a large passage out of the cave.
Written by Cat on 03 April 2003
Flight of Dragons... dat daaa... Flight of Dragons...
So, apparently, reality itself has decided to fall to pieces. OK, you nod with the air of one whose mind can't possibly comprehend the magnitude of this and so is relatively all right with it, in that case you might as well do this epic journey thing properly.
All by yourself upon the rocky precipice for the time being, you figure the best place to start in any epic adventure is to fraternize with the local townsfolk, make some social connections. Of course, they'll probably try to kill you more likely than not; you are a dragon now, after all. Because you can't count on this alternate universe to be progressively-minded, you opt for a clever strategy.
Quickly gaining mastery of thy new wings, you alight in a forest. An hour later finds you approaching the outer limits of the nearest, humble townstead, waving a huge elm bough woven through strips of birch bark--a giant white flag. The hardy citizenry emerge from their log houses, chattering excitedly at the sight of you, but your clever use of the magic of the white flag seems to be keeping them from panic/violence.
An envoy of gnarled townsfolk meets you close to the gates, aiming what appear to be rifles upon you.
"All roit, dragon, what do yew want?" Inquires the leader.
You figure that hiding information only comes back to haunt any character in a decent epic adventure. "I was once a human being, but today I found myself sucked into an alternate universe--here--and turned into the dragon you see today. Now I figure that because my reality is broken, I might as well socialize with the locals to get a good sense of what's going on around here."
This registers for a moment. Finally, the bearded leader scratches his mighty facial hair. "I think we should get the village elder for this one," he rumbles bemusedly.
Written by Mr.Peaches on 11 February 2007
