『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer
Or, dive into your own fantasy.
C) as an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment
You open your eyes to find yourself inside a cold metal cage. The room is dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lamps hanging from the ceiling. You hear nothing except for the occasional buzzing sound of the machines around you. You slowly rise to your feet and stumble towards the cage door, trying desperately to escape this nightmare.
I check my pockets and what my surroindings
The room is empty except for some medical equipment scattered around, but there's no key to unlock your cage. On the floor near the door lies a piece of paper with scribbled writing in red ink: "Abandoned Project #13". Flickering light casts eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as if something is watching you.
I use my black magic to conjure a glass of milk
A milky mist materializes before you, taking shape into a chilled glass filled with creamy liquid. The illusion falters, leaving only an empty space where the drink once was. The buzzing grows louder, and an ominous hum fills the air, warning that such powers may not be tolerated here. Your cage door rattles ominously.
So no magic alowef here??
No magic allowed! The sudden appearance of magical power has triggered alarms within the facility, and you can now hear frantic footsteps approaching your cell. Guards dressed in all-black tactical gear burst through the doors, weapons drawn and aimed directly at you.
I slowly take the medical equipment still staring and giving my face to the guards...and without they can see i start making a deadly weapon behind me you seem altered guards, did you miss me??
Guards tense up, aiming weapons at Carlos. "Hands up! Drop whatever you're hiding!" Lead guard barks commands, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Don't try anything funny."
Ouhh come on guys, im your buddy remember...fine fine i held one of my hands in the air holding a part of my clothes...they get distracted by the scene, so i quicly trow my pointing weapon to the cealling where boiling water was waiting to fall from some cups attached to the cealing...i run towards and take again the ponting weapon in my hands, the guards are bursting in the water when i attact the neck of one of the...blood starts to flush to my face lets the hunting begings
The guards' focus shifts as the boiling water erupts, revealing Carlos's hidden weapon. The ensuing chaos leads to a moment of tension as the fate of Carlos hangs in the balance.
the blod of the guard flow through my skin and a new feeling of strenght and power travel all my body yes!! There are many ways to get power without magic hahha i take the weapon of the dead guard and attack two more guards on their head, traspasing their skulls with only one strike
"Fight! No one escapes the facility alive!" Guards raise weapons, surrounding Carlos in a sea of steel.
new blood flow through the cell, covering eyes of some guards, the streng only growns inside me, i push the rest of the gueards outside the cage...bitting and rapping the neck of one of them...we are finally outise the cage finally i can sense some magic in the air
Blood-stained Carlos steps into the hall, breathing heavily. He senses residual magical energies still lingering despite the no-magic policy. Down the corridor, a red door marked "Authorized Personnel Only" beckons with an aura of mystique and forbidden knowledge. Alarms continue to blare, drawing approaching reinforcements and setting the stage for further conflict. [END_OF_DIALOG]
I summon a black dager with the little surrondoing magic...i break the door with the dagger and get inside
As soon as the door cracks open, a dark, musty scent wafts out of the room. Inside, rows of glass jars line the shelves, each containing a floating fetus-like creature suspended in a murky fluid. A central table holds several larger jars, housing more developed beings with visible faces contorted in agony. On the far wall, a single word is scrawled in blood-red paint: "Subjects."
My brothers...what a shame i run through the room and break all the jars while i passing through youre free now a river of blood creates in the ground...flowing in my direction
The crimson tide pools at your feet, swirling ominously as the broken remnants of failed experiments shatter against the cold stone floor. The air grows thick with the coppery scent of spilled blood, mingling with the sterile chemical reek of the facility itself. From beyond the sealed door comes the sound of heavy boots and shouted orders—the cleanup crew has arrived, determined to contain the mess left by Carlos's rampage.
So the scent of black magic like me are also in my fallen brothers blood...excelent i bending down on my knee and touch the blood in the ground...in seconds a black armor materialize around my body, created by the bloods of the subjects...the restant blood travels to my guts and body lets finish this hunting
With a fully realized dark form encased in the stolen armor, Carlos charges into the fray, an unstoppable force amidst the facility's tactical team. Bullets ricochet harmlessly off the enchanted plate as he cuts down foes with brutal efficiency, his own power surging higher with each life taken. [END_OF_DIALOG]
hours passed by and all the guards lyes on the ground excelent hunting, and finally free
The facility lies in ruins, with blood-streaked walls and scattered debris. Amidst the destruction, a single figure stands victorious—a figure cloaked in black armor, his eyes gleaming with newfound power. The world beyond the shattered doors awaits, offering countless adventures for those brave enough to seek them out.
i kill the rest of the prisioners and ate their hearts...i finally gets out the facility, the armor banishes through my skin just to pass inavertid hahha i walk to the nearest town
Town gates loom ahead, rusted hinges creaking ominously as you approach. A sign reads "Welcome to Ravenwood" in faded letters. Shadows lengthen across cobblestone streets as the sun dips below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the ramshackle buildings lining the main thoroughfare.
Well the magic outside its overwelming...i can get used
As you enter Ravenwood, the air crackles with untamed magical potential. Here, anything is possible—and danger lurks around every corner.
I walk to the near bar and talk with the barman
The grizzled bartender wipes his calloused hands on a stained apron, eyeing Carlos warily. "What can I do for ya, stranger?" His voice drips with suspicion as he leans against the counter, ready to defend himself if needed. [END_OF_DIALOG]
I need money and a place to stay
A storm brews in the sky, lightning illuminating the darkened forest.
A lone figure steps into the shadows, clutching a glowing amulet.
The air hums with ancient power, waiting for the next incantation.