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
Walk towards the beach
You slip and fall into the water.
As you swim around, your legs feel funny. You look at them and realise why. They have joined together, along with your feet, now pointing outwards. As this happens, they go grey with a white patch on the front.
All the hair on your legs falls out, as they become smooth.
Your tail (as you'll may as well call it now) soon grows a dorsal fin.
Your fingers stretch and grow webbing between them as your arms shrink and change into flippers.
Meanwhile your skin is changing from the waist up.
Your head stretches like putty.
Your eyes move to the side of your head and your vision is mostly taken up by your grinning dolphin snout.
You suddenly feel uneasy in the shallow water.
As you look at yourself, you realise your now a dolphin.
You head out into deeper water.
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
Freak OUT! Bada, da da, da na, na na...
Swimming frantically around in circles, you make frightened squealing sounds that only serve to scare you more! Reality is broken! The laws of physics are ended! Science is useless! Logic is useless! Area 51 might have happened! Elvis may still be alive! Nothing is certain! SQUEEEEE!
Twisting and gyrating, you let the panic run its course, and then float listlessly in the ocean, dimly aware that a current is pushing you even farther out. How do you go back? What happened? Why did it happen?
Many questions, no answers.
Thus begins the longest, and perhaps most laid back, day of your life. For at least one cycle of sun and moon you are the only living creature you encounter, minus some fish you clumsily devour. Hour after hour you swim in solitude, thinking in circles, planning fruitlessly. It wouldn't be half bad if you knew that your errant humanity would be coming back, but there's no such guarantee forthcoming, and it's the uncertainty that really gnaws upon your cetacean mind.
Finally, who knows how many days later, you submerge again after breathing to hear unmistakable dolphin noises far off in the murky depths. Although you know little about dolphin social structure, any company at this point is welcome, and you pump your tail warily, heading toward the noises.
Written by Mr.Peaches on 11 February 2007
The end (for now)