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
Dungeon World
A towering guildhall looms before you, its regal red brickwork inlaid with bands of smooth white stone. You ascend its wide marble steps, through huge wooden doors carved with the guild's symbol, a black anvil, and into the dark shadows and cool air inside.
You enter a room, its walls orange in the glow of many torches. Shadows dance wildly across the walls like fragments of a nightmare, appearing for a moment before disappearing forever into darkness. The creatures in here are a curious lot of various human and animal traits. All turn to look at you, some with eyes like a doe's, others with eyes like a hawk's.
"How are you still alive?" one of them asks "You still are fully human"
"What do you mena?" you ask in response.
"You have no idea what we are talking about? If you don't have any dungeon taint then your humanity is at risk."
"My humanity?" you ask. One of the creatures rolls her eyes and sighs, beckoning you over to her.
"It is very rare for someone to avoid all taint. Let me have a look at you"
As you step towards her, she puts a hand to your chest and her eyes flicker. She laughs, a strange noise like a squelching pipe being slowly deflated "You are safe for now small one but if you gain much more then you will soon be beyond even my help."
"You need to go into the dungeon and gain a buffer. That will keep you safe."
"What's a buffer?" you ask.
"While we are no longer in the dungeons, we will lose our humanity if we do not replenish our taint. We must go and replenish ourselves, lest we be overwhelmed by the shadows."
"What's going to happen to me?" you ask, scared.
"You are going to go through a dungeon and you will be safe" she replies instantly.
Other creatures have approached carrying basic gear.They get you fitted with the gear and soon you are standing at the dark entrance to a stairway down.
Written by Ai Dungeon on 09 April 2021
Rats
The walls of the stairway down is covered in depictions of rats running along a winding path into the earth. You reach the bottom of the stairs and are immediately attacked by a group of rats.
The creatures are quick and relentless. You fight back but your sword cuts through them with ease and as quick as you can kill them more appear. Each time you strike one, it dissolves into a cloud of dust and blood. You scream in anger as the rats bite and nibble at your feet, climbing up your legs. You try to shake them off but more take their place. You try to ignore the pain that runs through as you kick and stomp at them. This fire beats any of the others you have faced, but your mind is focused on surviving this.
Finally, the rats stop coming and you are left, panting heavily, covered in blood, sweat and tears. With a gasp, you reach a hand to your face. You find it... changed. Hardened. Your fingers are more rigid, blunt, like the claw of a rat your lips have thick fur growing on them.
Your senses are different too, heightened, like the rats that scurried around your feet you can hear the whispers of the shadows from the darkest corners. You can smell the blood of your enemies that stain the walls and floor.
You take a step forward, growing used to your new limbs.
You enter the next room, long, dark corridors stretching out before you. The walls are cold stone, dirty and stained. The blue light of torches illuminates the damp, stone walls, and thousands of beady black eyes stare back at you.
Written by Ai Dungeon on 16 April 2021