A small humble village of good people at the riverside of a large forest. This is where Stacy, her mother and stepfather live... and where you reside, deep in Stacy's mind.
A twisted demon of lust looking for entertainment in the corruptibility of mortals. Over the last year, you have twisted the once pure sweetheart of the village into a nasty little whore.
The first to be lured in was Stacy's step father, a huge bear of a man. You could hear what was left of poor Stacy screaming away in her own mind crying out for you to stop... for her step daddy to stop. Thick sausage like fingers around her throat you coaxed him to hit you, to fuck you to breed you, warping the once friendly woodsman into a wife beating alcoholic rapist... it wasn't long before he caused enough trouble to be arrested and executed.
Now that was fun and all but the last couple of months had been painfully boring. Sure you wrecked a few homes, had your cute host pounded at but none of them compared to big daddy... but why was that? Hell the village studs didn't even choke fuck you, but why?! Then it hit you...
While being a deranged little demon, you were never all that strong. You've grown weak corrupting such a good people, at this rate there's no way you could even return to hell! What you need is something dark... something REALLY depraved to recharge those supernatural air miles. Stacy needed to die. Not just die she had to be killed in a real nasty way, yet obviously you do not have the power to tease someone into snapping, you're too weak for that, and Stacy is always trying to take back control of her ruined life.
By chance you overhear some of the locals talking about having seen the signs of bandits in the woods, of some unnatural goings on.
With a twisted smirk across your hosts face you pull from the bar and into the forest, and this is where our “choose your own horrific rape/murder” game begins.
[[Start.]]Icy rain pelted down through the dimly lit forest, crashing down on the thick foliage with a cascade of water soaking the dirt path, getting more and more vague as she ventured onwards.
It had been four hours now, and not a bandit, or nasty daddy hermit to be seen, and now it was getting REALLY dark, giving your already temperamental hold on Stacy difficulty with every clumsy step made.
But what was this? A light in the distance! Further up the overgrown grassy hillside,you can just make it out... But this place looked more than just a simple shack, even from this distance. Easily just over a mile away... But nobody actually lived that side of the forest, did they?
No, even if they did, even if it was some dreamy, rough, rugged, mountain man with a mean streak, that was still a hike away... uphill... in the pouring rain. Maybe you should try again tomorrow... but would your hold on Stacy even last that long?
[[Head to the light.]]
[[Make your way home.]]It's too much. You need to make this journey during the day, that much is certain. You can hold on for one more day, right? You better hope you can! Every minute you can feel your control slipping.
Now posed a challenging question. How was she going to get down? No matter how hard Stacy tried staring into the darkness, she could only just about make out the tiny lights coming from her village, but she couldn't even see much of the ground she was standing on, and she certainly wasn't able to make out where the dirt path had gone, washed away by the steady stream of rainwater... Though at least she knew the water from the rainfall would run right down into the village river, and from there it would be a simple walk home. she had two choices:
[[Follow the slope.]] (Not implemented.)
[[Follow the stream.]]Making your decision, you have Stacy carefully follow the trickling water. Her sopping wet sneakers squelched across the mud and rocks as she took her time to avoid slipping into the stream. It wasn't all that deep so there was no fear of drowning, but the last thing she wanted right now was
for your meat suit to slip and injure itself!
After a few minutes of slips and stumbles, she gazed up at the night sky, clouds shifting overhead revealing the full moons light, illuminating her path a little. She gave a small sigh of relief, before the howling began. so very loud, and so very many. She couldn't even guess how big the notorious wolf pack was... only that the howls were soon joined by the rustling of bushes and the snapping of twigs all around her!
Her heart pounded in her chest, looking all around her as she began to panic. She stood deathly still... until she caught a glimpse of bright yellow eyes in the inky black of night.
She ran! Bolting as fast as her legs could carry her, leaving the streams guidance, pushing past branches, the sounds of growling and huge paws pelting along the ground were getting louder, more howls as if to let others know! All seemed hopeless, until she reached a small log cabin with an oil lantern hanging from the porch surrounded by dense trees.
[[Approach the cabin.]]
[[Back away.]]
[[Call for help.]] No! You've been dragging you whore of a host around for hours, and she was NOT going home now!
Clawing at the sloppy mud slope, rain pelting at her back, kicking and grunting, dragging herself uphill, lightening lit up the inky black night sky, flashing her silhouette across the sodden ground.
Slipping and, scrambling halfway up the difficult terrain, she trembled all over. Fingers dug deep into the mud, her eyes shut. You needed her to move NOW you can feel your control slipping!
[[Make your way home.]]
[[Climb faster!]]
[[Ignore the howls.]]WIP
[[Hide in the forrest.]]
[[Run to the village!]]A wooden cabin was never going to stop the infamous wolf pack of this messed up forest! You had to get back to the village and make the journey when Stacy can actually see where she's going!
Backing away from the sounds of wolf howls and growls, she slipped down the muddied path, rolling through several shrubs until she finally stopped, just at the waters edge.
By some miracle she'd come out of her intimate experience with the floor with little more than a few scratches and mud stains.
Now sat up, it has seemed as though she'd finally lost the wolves... for now, but she didn't want to stick around long enough to find out. From where she sat, she strained her eyes into the distance, and could actually pick out lights from the village. Finally an idea where to go!
[[Follow the slope.]]A few wolves should be little challenge for a hardened woodsman, if you could only play the victim, you're sure the hermit in the cabin would save you, and hopefully use Stacy and finish her off, that would be perfect!
“Help, please! There are wolves out here!” She cried out at the cabin. A shiver ran down her spine as she waited for some huge grizzled man with a shotgun to kick open the door and chase away the beasts... only that never came.
“Hello? Please, I'm all alone!” She practically screamed, about to scamper over to the cabin when the sound of twigs snapping underfoot had her freeze in place, and slolwy look over her shoulder at the many pairs of eyes shining in the darkness.
Fuck!
“E-easy ther-” She stammered, a sharp yap from the alpha wolf cut her off, while the others paced around her in a circle
Her heart racing in her chest she panicked and took a deep breath to scream for help one more time, but it was no use the pack lead was already on top of her with his jaws around her throat, tearing it out as the others closed in on her, when the sound of howling echoed around the pack making them all prick up their ears. A rival pack? It was enough to deter the pack, but too late for Stacy. As they bolted she stared up at the sky, the sound of feet kicking through the mud and leaves. Not that it matters. Forced from your host and so very weak you can't even sense the presence of anyone nearby, let alone possess them.
“What a fuckin' waste.” A deep gravely voice boomed.
So close... yet so far.
“Well at least we have this.” Another snorted
have what? A corpse? Yeah, great, know yourself out.
“Yeah not every day we get to eat a demon.”
Wait, what?
Amongst the sinister laughed your very soul feels as if its being sucked out and devoured in several different directions. So weak, couldn't even see your attackers... what the hell was up with this forest?!
Bad end: Devoured buy werewolves.Stacy's knees shook with exhaustion as she quickly stumbled over to the cabin from behind, and peered through the window to a surprisingly tidy little home. A nice warm fire going too, yet there was nobody to be seen.
There must be someone inside, somewhere in one of the other rooms perhaps. Either way, someone as house proud as this, surly wouldn't be the type of person to let a cute girl get eaten alive would they? Even if it was so they didn't have to sweep her remains from their porch the next morning.
A loud howl brought Stacy back to earth with a wide eyed gasp, making her clumsily dash around to the cabin door, but are you seriously going to risk trespassing? You might get Stacy kicked back outside with hungry wolves just waiting for her.
[[Knock.]]
[[Open the cabin door.]]By some miracle, Stacy slips through the sturdy wooden door and slammed it shut in the face of the alpha wolf as it flew at her mid pounce. Yanking the large wooden barricade down into the strong iron brackets, she slowly backed away from it, watching in horror as it rattled violently.
The blood thirsty barks and growls from the other side made her knees wobble, and Stacy finally dropped to her knees.
The cabin was surprising well kept, she'd expected a messy squalor but this cabin had been made into a nice home all things considering.
After a few minutes of scratching and yapping, the wolves finally seemed to give up.
“So quite now...” She though to herself, taking in her surroundings.
The cabin itself was nice and warm. A cosy fireplace crackled at the end of the large main room, the smell of a nice home cooked meal still lingered from the small kitchen area, but where was the owner?
They certainly weren't here, that much was for sure, and you needed needed them here soon!
So, do you make your host sleep, and bide your time? Or do you let her dry herself by the fire where the missing resident would find her upon their return first?
Either way, you could feel control slipping, and you knew you couldn't keep hold of her for much longer. At least if she was sleeping she'd be easer to hold under your weakening influence.
[[Try to sleep.]]
[[Try to get warm.]]No fucking about! You weren't about to take your chances with a pack of wolves!
Dashing to the modest porch, Stacy slammed her fist down at the door over and over.
“Hey, anybody home? Open up, please! There's wolves out here, help me!” She cried out to... nothing. No answer.
“Come on, I know you're in there, open up!” She continued, before freezing at the low growl from behind... Those wolves couldn't have been more than leaping distance from where she was... if she turned around it may be the last thing she ever did.
Her fingers slowly curled around the cabin door handle... if this door was locked, then she was fucked. But she's ran out of alternatives. And so have you.
The next aggressive yap had her yank the handle and push!
[[Open the cabin door.]]Forget it, you had to retain what little hold you had on your host. You have one, maybe two more commands left in you, better choose wisely.
Doing as she pleased, Stacy pulled her shivering body over to the fire place, hugging her knees as she gazed into the flames with a deep sigh. Feeling the warmth over her soaking wet body and slowly closing her eyes for a minute, her racing heartbeat finally calming itself... for a moment at least.
Not half an hour after she began to nod off, the door was pounded and shaken loudly, waking her with a freight.
“Damn things stuck! Boy, go round the back and see who's in there!” A deep grizzled voice barked from the other side of the door.
This was it. Angry mountain men to your rescue... and Stacy's doom!
Large clawed hands pressed against the glass window at the other side of the cabin, the creatures snout huffed, steaming up the glass. A wolf? No, not quite. Not with hands like that. This was a monster, and Stacy could do little but stare in horror.
Shit! These weren't human, these were just werewolves! Would getting mauled by these fuckers even count as the evil within mans heart? Why did getting into hell seem so damn hard all of a sudden?!
“It's a girl, paw! A human girl!” The wolf at the window called back, wiping at the steamed up glass with his large hand.
“Then get in there, and open the damn door!” The other grunted, giving the door another impatient thump, making the barricade brackets rattle.
It was now or never. You had enough influence to command your host one last time before things get risky. There was a fire poker next to the fire place, you could try your luck with that... or try to reason with the beasts.
The time for thinking was over though. The younger werewolf had leapt through the window quickly made his way across the room, ignoring Stacy, and obediently pulled up the barricade. shaking pieces of glass from his ebony fur, he turned gazing over Stacy's trembling body as the alpha slammed the door open, snarling, as he loomed over the her.
[[Defend yourself!]]
[[Beg.]]Finding a stranger in your house would be unforgivable... especially if you were a big scary mountain man, but you're going to have to resort to making Stacy the Goldilocks of this story, and sleep in their bed.
All these choices, every demand you made of your host was draining, you were so very close to losing control.
Just barely managing to pull Stacy's trembling knees from the floor, she clumsily made her way through the main room, leaning her arm against the door frame of small bed room, panting softly. A wet trail of mud and leaves lead right to her, there was no way she wouldn't be found anyway.
As she finally crashed, her face slapped against the soft pillow, and just like that, she was out for the count.
You had no idea what Stacy was dreaming about, you couldn't even influence her dreams any more. How the hell did you get so weak?
Even if you couldn't sleep yourself you could at least let go of her... for a couple of hours or so.
[[Wake up.]]Look at the size of this monster! Stacy would never be able to fight him off, let alone two of them with just a fire poker!
“Please don't hurt me, oh God please no!” She cried, on her knees shivering away, drips of water ran from her hair, down into her busty cleavage, quivering before them meekly.
Her face was already a mess of smeared cosmetics and leaves from her time outside, and it seemed that her little display had quite the effect on the beast... whether or not it was the one she was after. At the vary least they no longer had a mind to hurt her.
With a sinister purr, the alpha stood up straight, right above Stacy, giving her a long look at the crimson tip poking from the damn fur of his smelly sheath.
Urgh that wet dog smell.
“Oh we won't hurt you, girly, we'll even keep you safe from the wolves outside... if you're a good girl that is.” He teased, bearing his fangs, his thick veiny meat slipping free from its confines.
Things were looking rather one sided right now, but maybe if you used what limited influence you had left, you could make your escape! That dangling doggy dick certainly looked like a throbbing weak point to you.
Sure you could have her play along, and escape the next morning, but there was no guarantee you'd last that long. Or you could feign tears, get their guards down and attempt to make your escape.
[[Escape!]]
[[Knot is the Best!]]Snatching at the fire poker you command Stacy to strike at the huge beast!
I'd like to give you a nice ending for this one, but before Stacy knew what went wrong her skull was slammed against the hard wooden floor, thick clawed fingers wrapped around it, squeezing down harder and harder as the iron poker clattered to the floor. Stacy grunted shivering in shock of the sudden result of your decision. Her eyes wide as she could actually hear her scull cracking with the increasing pressure around her head
“Paw, stop she's a cute one she is!”
Growling the large glared at the younger less experienced wolf as her skull finally gave in and caved in on itself.
“Never spare a human that tries to attack you.” The alpha snapped back, flicking his wrist, flinging gore from his clawed fingers over your hosts twitching corpse. ”Especially not one that's possessed by a demon.”
Shit.
Taking hold of your weakened form, the alpha held the dark cloud like essence in his bloodied fist. “Eat.” He instructed, offering you out to his son.
Seemed the werewolves around here had taken to eating souls to become stronger... not that it mattered. Nothing mattered for you any more, and as the younger held you to his maw with both hands, you hope at the very least, that you give him the shits.
Dead end: "I will break your head, and conviscate your life, rude boy!" - Tyrone.You couldn't stop her even if you tried. The corrupt little harlot reached out, gingerly placing her hand across big papa's obscene bulge, earning a pleased growl from the rugged monster, his flannel shirt burst open with huge muscles and coarse wiry fur.
“Smart choice, girly.” He purred, reaching out, and running his huge clawed palm across her soft cheek. “You're our bitch now, understand?” His voice rumbling in his throat with a dominant tone while she nodded, giving his twitching length a nice firm squeeze.
“Yes big papa.” She answered playfully, failing to suppress a giggle of excitement.
This had suddenly taken a turn for the worse. You'd get NO energy from consensual fucking, no matter what kind of beast this was! No, this couldn't happen, you just need to regain control somehow!
“Ngrrrr, paw! How long are ya gonna let that thing sit in there!” The younger yapped, not quite transformed, yet his fingers sported large claws, raking them across the door frame.
“Out, brat! You'll get your turn!... we all will, won't we, bitch?” He purred, running a clawed finger across the bulging denim just enough for his length to burst free, his red knotted meat pulsing before her eyes, making her jaw drop.
“The boy does have a point though, don't you think, demon?”
Fuck.
“Let's get that pesky little parasite out of your head, shall we?” Gently stroking her forehead with his thumb. She took his hairy hand in her grasp and nodded, kissing at his palm.
You had to get out of here! So weak, but it didn't matter you had to-
Eyes glowing on the huge wolfman, it was as if his soul lunged from his body in an ethereal
light and bit through Stacy hard, ripping you from your meat suit, devouring your very essence.
“Aww paw you said I could have the next demon we find! Hows I supposed to gets stronger?” The younger asked, only being met with a loud snarl, pushing a thumb between Stacy's lips wherein she greedily sucked on it, the hardened flesh pressing against her little pink tongue. Finally free of your hold on her, yet the damage was done, and she'd resigned herself to this perverse fate.
Turning his attention back to the eager little bitch, he let out a deep warm breath across her face, pushing her on her back, and tore his leather belt from his ruined jeans. His crimson bestial meat slapped across Stacy's stomach as she gasped, staring wide eyed, as that heavy slab of canine fuck meat lay all the way across her stomach.
“Don't be scared, bitch. You'll get used to the knot... eventually.” He snickered, swiping at her corset, tearing it from her body with a quick pull, making her bounce beneath him, breasts finally spilling free, yet one was quickly snatched up in the alpha wolf's strong grasp.
His claws leaving red scratches across her soft pale flesh, small beads of blood forming as she cried out, lower body rocking up against his shaft, his sticky pre nut spilling across her bare stomach.
With a dominant growl, his long flat tongue plunged it way between her lips, muzzle clamped around her cheeks carefully in a depraved interspecies kiss.
Stacy's fingers ran through the thick wiry fur around his shoulders, and the back of his head, scratching at the nape of his neck, as if petting a dog. It was all that was needed to tip the beast over the edge and wedge his throbbing veiny mast between her thighs, roughly shoving one leg out the way, and letting it instantly hook back around his waist as he pulled away from the 'kiss'
“Ahh d-do it papa.” She she begged, in a hoarse whisper, raking her fingernails against the back of his neck over, and over.
Tapered tip pressing against those chubby cunt lips aggressively, the animal impatiently pushing, pressing his massive weight against her, coating her entrance with his slippery pre, his scent, marking her as his female, and just when she thought it would never fit, he slid inside suddenly, eliciting a sharp gasp. Eyes wide staring up at the ceiling, mouth agape as her partner grunted animalisticly, rutting his way deeper inside.
That warm juicy pussy that had only known a mans shape was now being outfitted into the perfect canine cock sock. Her stomach bulged out with his girth.
The beast snarled above her, rocking the bed with such force the back legs gave in sending the foot of the bed to the floor with a loud CRACK!
His fat knot pressed against her cunt like a meaty tennis ball, grinding slowly, firmly as the pair panted with need.
When his huge hands slid under her shoulders, he held her tight to his rock hard chest, and began to dart in and out of her quivering twat, making her whine and cry out a long list of squeals and curses. Stacy's sopping wet dog house of a cunt batted over, and over, by the beasts brutal member, squirting all over his balls, making those passionate slaps all the louder, while the younger werewolf could only watch, jealous. Impatient for his turn .
“Grr fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!!” She screamed out, with each worryingly violent slap their hips made. The beasts tail swishing above when he finally thrust in hard enough to slip that firm knot inside, locking himself in deep. That tapered tip just poking through her cervix, her poor womb squashed against the end of his battering ram like cock.
He spun her around like some kind of twisted cock ornament and with a strong hand snatching each ankle, he pulled her feet up at either side of her head and pulled her into a tight headlock, his taught bicep almost choking the life out of her, as her tongue hung from her lips like a retard, as he pressed her into the broken beds mattress, and began pounding away at her, with his knot lodged in place, balls slapping at her, he fucking her like a jackhammer, while she could do nothing but wheeze and quiver, squirting her shameless juices against the sheets as he brought her to climax again, and again until the alpha wolfman could hold out no longer, and practically roared into her ear.
With a series of clumsy, extra nasty thrusts, he began draining his balls inside her baby maker, holding her in his steel like grip, with no regard for how much her womb began to swell or how much finally spurted from her battered pussy lips, forming a thick gooie puddle beneath her.
It was almost an hour before the alpha stud finally released his bitch. Laying face first, drooling and twitching on what was left of the bed as he pulled himself from her with a sloppy wet pop and a deep sigh of satisfaction.
“Hey, is it my turn yet?” The younger called out from the main room.
“Yeah. He grunted, stiffening up, slowly morphing back into his human form, and stepped out into the main room, now full of werewolves. Some transformed, some not, most huge nasty looking fuckers, chuckling as one pulled the younger back by the scruff of his neck. “Maybe next time, runt.” One laughed, striding past him, headed for the bedroom, quickly followed by the others.
The pack alpha sat nude, across the large sofa, and pulled out a cigar. “Be gentle with her boys, she belongs to me, remember?”
Eyes blurry, Stacy looked over at the huge figures at the door frame as they gazed over at her cum stained body with hunger in their eyes.
Not as large as the alpha... but these younger wolves definitely had a lot more stamina, and that exactly what Stacy has on here mind. With a mindless giggle, she reached out, beckoning them all over.
Bad end: Lost your host and got devoured by a werewolf!WIP
Brood mother werewolf endBiting her glossy bottom lip, Stacy's eyes gazed up at the Alpha as she leaned in closer, giving his pulsing meat a soft kiss, eliciting a pleased growl from the beast.
“You see, pup. Humans can easily be trained when you wave a nice juicy 'treat' in their face.”
The younger wolf approached curiously from the open door, his own dick hanging free, swinging between his hind legs, as he made his way over to his father.
“Hey, do me too, human!” The younger whined impatiently.
Stacy's fingers wrapped around each slick rod, stoking them back and forth. A kiss here, a small lick there, the werewolves tails wagged away as she reached even further, just at the root of their swelling knots and pulled hard, making the pair yelp out in pain.
The younger dropped to his knees in pain, while the alpha roared in anger, his own knees shivering, giving Stacy her chance scramble to her feet, and escape, bolting out the door, and into the darkness.
Was it too late to head for the other path? You had a rough idea of where it was from here, even in this darkness, but no doubt those werewolves would be after you.
Running further and further into the hard slippery terrain You spot a cave through Stacy's eyes. Running through the forest was fucking suicide in the dark, and if Stacy hid in this cave, she should be safe, the rain would have distorted her scent to the werewolves sufficiently enough to elude them, but then again, there could always be something nasty in there too... plus, did you even have enough influence to last until morning?
[[Follow the slope.]]
[[Head for the cave!]]WIP
Wolf rape bitch end.You must have dosed off, or shut down for a while. Or perhaps you just stopped thinking?
Viewing the room through Stacy's eyes, you're greeted by the whistle of an old kettle on the stove, and the wolfish grin of a young blond shirtless man, sat on a wooden stool, licking his lips as he got to his feet, lunging at the slut.
“Hey, morning babe!” He growled, baring his teeth with a cruel smirk, and quickly snatched a handful of her long blond hair.
Frozen in fear, Stacy gasped sharply,with a meek shiver, as the stranger leaned in and aggressively pressed his tongue against her cheek, dragging it across her face.
You were powerless. Unable to even make your meat suit move. She was fucking useless, whimpering, mouth agape. Her voice croaking out in fear before a much larger man came up from behind and belted the other across the back of the head with a newspaper.
“Get out of it!” He snapped, eyes bright yellow, with an intense stare.
The younger man slipped out of the room with a loud yelp, while the large sat his huge muscular frame at the foot of the bed, taking Stacy's jaw between his rough calloused thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him.
“The pup can be pain in the ass, girly... but I'm sure you know what that's like, don't you?” His gravely voice rumbled, motioning with a nod of his head at the broken cabin window in the main room. “You want to explain to me why I had to break into my own home?”
Stacy's heart pounded in her chest as she stared back into his piercing eyes,wheezing with fear with a slow little shake of her head.
This was PERFECT! This was just what you were after! Now all they have to do and fuck her up... maybe rape her, and bingo! Home in time for a well needed recharge.
“Of course you wouldn't.” He growled with a sinister grin. Eyes wandering down to Stacy's bust all squashed together in her still damp baby blue corset.
“Interesting choice of attire for a hike.” He commented, releasing her jaw. A rough thick finger dipping between her breasts, pulling at her corset with an amused look on his face.
“Its like you came here looking for trouble. You're lucky you made it here in once piece.” He chuckled, pulling his finger from her clothes, with a little tug, leaving her breasts jiggling, and sat himself up. One tree trunk like leg over the other, his jeans bulging with a monstrous package.
“Well, maybe 'lucky' isn't the right word. You can call me big papa.” He teased, the other man poking his head round the corner, scratching at his short hair with an impatient growl.
Stacy's eyes had been glued to 'big papa's bulge for a few seconds now, and found herself nibbing at her bottom lip, before finally bringing her big blue eyes back up to the smug woodsman.
“The question is, are you going to be a good girl...?” He grunted, letting out a deep breath while his forearms began to sprout thick dark grey hairs, his face slowly beginning to change into something... bestial.
“Or are you going to be our next meal?” He snarled, glaring back at the horror in her face, furry ears raising to a point.
Werewolves. At this point you weren't even surprised any more, but this one was not your decision to make, it was out of your hands now.
[[Attack big papa!]]
[[Knot is the best!]]
[[Stay.]]WIP
rape and dead endWIP
[[Go deeper.]]WIP
[[Run home!]]
[[Find a guard!]]
[[Take shelter in the church.]]WIP
Dead endWIP
Rape and mind broken endWIP
[[Stay hidden and watch.]]
[[Stop this madness!]]WIP
Beaten, raped and killed endWIP
Rape and mind break with mom endWIP
Approach the mansion.
[[Approach the cabin.]]Oh no, not now! Not fucking wolves! With renewed vigour, you force Stacy to scramble upward as she looked over her shoulder at the sets of glowing eyes in the dark. You HAVE to be slain by the evil in man's heart, NOT this circle of life bullshit!
Snatching at a handful of prickly vines, she pulled herself up, wincing in pain, as the thorns pierced her soft palms.
Finally she managed to pull and claw her way to the top, heart thumping in her chest as she dropped to her knees and rolled onto her back panting away, the rain washing way mud from her silky pale flesh.
Sitting up she winced, looking at her hands in the moonlight, throbbing with pain, and covered in blood and scratches. fortunately her cuts were pretty shallow, it didn't look too serious, but holding anything was going to be a pain, but that could wait... She turned her attention toward the mansion before her and picked herself up with a grunt of discomfort, and began shuffling towards it when the loud howls of the forest called after her.
Come on... just a little further slut! Frustration rising it was like driving a car about to break down.
[[Make a run for the mansion!]]Stupid wolves, always howling away. Stacy was used to the loud bestial cries, she'd lived with them all her life, even you'd gotten used to them by now. Every full moon the village would be haunted by the chilling sounds and You, like most other residents had learned to ignore them, even sleeping right through them...
But this was where they lived, where they hunted, and where they ate. Now being eaten by wolves would certainly free you from your host, but would being killed and eaten by a bunch of stupid animals be considered evil? there was no guarantee it would recharge your batteries...
Trembling fingers held Stacy's position up the grassy mess of mud and brambles as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling, bust squashed against the sloppy surface unaware that her exit has become blocked by a small pack of large dire wolves, each the size of a bear, fangs like butcher knives, their thick ebony fur shrouding them in the dark of night, save from those piercing eyes.
finally having caught her breath she reached out to climb a little higher when a shallow growl rumbled from the throat of the alpha among them, snatching her ankle between his huge maw, teeth sawing through bone, pulling her down as if she were being hurled like a flail into the middle of the pack.
To shocked to scream, the pain in her leg nullified by the fear in her eyes, her vision blurred as she gazed up at the moon for a few seconds before a dominant bark, beckoned the others into a frenzy, snarling, snapping at her jiggly body! One bit through her shoulder, another at her torso as she bucked and shuddered, mouth gaping wide unable to scream! The horrific scene lit only by the occasional bold of lightning, as the wolves tucked into their modest snack, everything going dark for the young harlot when a huge pair of jaws snapped around her skull, with a loud series of hideous cracks!
The feeding didn't take long at all. Flesh, clothes, blood, and bone. All devoured, not a scrap of meat wasted. What a shame, the night is still young.
In the aftermath you look down at the remains of your host, straining to return home... or anything... so weak you doubt you'd be able possess anyone else if the happened to come this far into the forest... fortunately you don't remain long as you suddenly find yourself surrounded but stronger hungrier spirits of the forest...
Bad end 1. devoured by spirits.
Try again? Back to [[Start.]]You don't know how close those bloody wolves are, but you dare not turn back to find out! You just keep Stacy running. Slipping across the long wet grass every so often, but keeping her balance well enough until you're was certain that your not being followed and slowed to an exhausted wobbly shamble, her mouth dry, throat raw from exhaustion, but she was finally here, in front of the mansion that shouldn't even exist.
Now before the huge wooden double doors, Could within these walls hold your salvation? Going back at this point was impossible it was now or never, you'd never keep your hold on her after tonight! You're host's body however, twisted by your vile handiwork however was itching to be fucked into the floor by a big rapey daddy, Although, maybe a little inspection of the building wouldn't be a bad idea.
[[Try the door.]]
[[Walk around the building.]]Deciding that the entrance would be a little too dicey... if the fucker in this place turned out to be some kind of diet coke tier evil she might just wind up with a shotgun blast in her chest... not quite the level of naughtiness needed to recharge the batteries. You make Stacy take a step back, and find an alternate entrance.
Looking back, the mansion had clearly seen better days. The huge stone pillars at the entrance were chipped and cracked in places, thick vines had curled around from behind the building, and had claimed a room on the the second floor, with greenery dug in through a broken window.
Following the Vines around the side of the huge residence she noticed that there were no lights on inside. While it was late, she would have expected there to be at least some signs of life inside. If she knocked, would there even be an answer?
Finally she reached the back of the house... or at least the huge rusted iron bars that were bolted to the rear end of the house. She gazed through the rough rusting iron at the huge serine looking garden, almost like a large palace grounds... palace was right, the 'Mansion' was so huge it was almost like a modern castle! but I digress, it was time to choose her your way inside. Time is growing short.
[[Climb the vines.]] (Not implemented.)
[[Squeeze through the iron bars.]] (Not implemented.)
or you could go back and [[Try the door.]]The front door seems a pretty good place to start, time to see if it's as desolate as it appears.
Reaching out, Stacy gripped the the heavy iron ring knocker and pulled it back with a grunt. The neglected metal creaked as it was raised for the first time in who knows how long, and clacked with a loud echo that rang through her whole body.
She waited a while in silence... bar the rumble of thunder in the distance and reached out to give the door another knock when the door creaked open a little.
Slipping inside, Stacy peeked around the corner for the one who opened the door, yet all she saw was the dark dusty lobby.
The sudden BANG from the door slamming behind made her stiffen up with a shudder, a powerful red aura flashed from the pentagram of light beneath her feet and disappeared just as quickly as it made itself known. A strange occurrence, one that even shook you... but why? What was that light?!
Stacy's eyes widening as the huge chandelier, a good twenty five ft above flickered on, bathing the room in a soft orangy glow, capturing the shadows of the marble gargoyles sculpted into the support pillars around her, holding up the balcony to the first floor.
The tall windows rattled as the heavy rain pelted the glass loudly, as if it were about to shatter. She leaned into the window sill and peered into the inky blackness. She could barely see the forest or the town, not even the stars in the sky... even the moon had been eclipsed by the thick rain clouds.
[[Explore the mansion.]]WIP
[[Take a closer look at the water.]]
[[Pick up the rusty knife.]]
[[Walk away.]]WIP
Upper floor to be drafted out.WIP
[[Back to the bars!]]
[[Run away from the monster!]]
[[But that dick though...]]WIP
[[Run away!]]
[[Fight the monster!]]
[[Head back to the bars.]]WIP
Drowned in the pool end.Wip
Maybe [[Try the door.]] of the mansion
[[Follow the slope.]] of the mountain forrest and head home!WIP
Killed as fuckWIP
[[Dive into the hole in the shack.]]
Run to the [[Mansion Lobby door.]]
[[Escape through the Broken window!]]
[[Follow the garden path.]]WIP
Freaky monster sex endWIP
[[Dive into the hole.]] in the shack.
Dash to the [[Mansion lobby door.]]
Try To escape throught the [[Broken window.]]
[[Run down the path.]]
WIP
Vines block the way caught by monster endMaking her way to the door, an eerie chill ran down her spine. She could swear she could hear something like grunting... masculine grunting. Putting her ear to the door to get a better idea of what was going on, she listened for a few seconds before a loud gunshot rang from the other side.
Surprised, she stumbled back landing on her ass... Best to leave this one for now and [[Explore the mansion.]] some more. No need for a merciful death.WIP
[[Left balcony.]]
[[Right balcony.]]
Open the [[Handcarved wooden door.]]You decide the best place to start would be the the doors on the left. Gritting her teeth Stacy pulled at each handle with a frustrated grunt until they finally creaked open.
As she stepped into the dark room, lit only by the occasional lightning strike she realised this was a huge dining room... well more like a feasting hall! This room was HUGE!, the windows were so tall they extended all the way up around 20 - 25 ft, and the table just stretched from one side to the other, a beautiful hand crafted table... it would have been quite an impressive sight if not for the hundreds of flies buzzing around the table... and the smell. the smell of rot and decay, she had to steel herself for a moment, leaning back against the door.
Smells like home. Something was fucked up around here all right, freedom was so close you could practically TASTE it!
Go back to the lobby and [[Explore the mansion.]] somewhere else
[[Inspect dinner table.]]Enough standing around! While spooky, getting here had been your goal. To find whoever lived here and hope they're as twisted as the villagers believed!... which begged the question; why on earth wasn't this place lit up like earlier?
Had the owner just gone to bed?... No, horse shit. If they wanted to sleep they could do it tomorrow! You need OUT of this meat suit!
Now which way to go... To the left, there was a single set of hand carved wooden double doors with abstract patterns lovingly crafted into the frame... To the right were a pair of normal looking white doors, each a good few feet apart from each other, and finally the large marble staircase. Stacy's sodden wet Sneakers squelched across the gorgeous red carpet that led from the front door to the staircase, leading to a balcony at either side of the landing.
[[Far left door.]]
[[Climb the stairs.]] (Not implemented)
[[Upper right door.]]
[[Lower right door.]]Loud soaked foot prints echoed through the large marble hall as Stacy approached the door, a foreboding dense of dread shook her whole body as she stood in front of the door.
Gulping, she reached for the old decorative brass handle crafted in the shape of a pouncing lion, fingers griping the icy cool metal. She braced herself for what was to come, and turned the han- locked? what do you mean locked?! You needed out of here NOW! You're losing control... or so you thought. Could it be you're strength is returning just by being here? no... this was different... like you can't leave Stacy any more...
Oh well, it looks like there's nothing more to do here. Best to go back and [[Explore the mansion.]] some more.WIP
Back to [[Climb the stairs.]]
[[First door on the right balcony.]]
[[Second door on the right balcony.]]
[[Third door on the right balcony.]]WIP
[[Explore the grounds.]]
[[Follow the path.]]WIP
[[Look out the window.]]
[[Climb the stairs.]]
[[First left landing door.]]
[[Second left landing door.]]WIP
[[Inspect the pool.]]
[[Servants quaters.]]
[[Head to the Old shack.]]WIP
To be drafted.Some twisted fascination urged her to get a closer look at the vile mess, narrowing her eyes, holding her hands over her head to deter large tennis ball sized files from flying into her. how the hell did these flies even get this big?! or the... maggots.
She gulped, standing at the end of the long table, the table cloth rotted and tatty, the varnished finish chirped and bubbled over with hundreds maybe thousands of maggots of all different shapes and sizes. Some barely an inch long, others as big as croissants! All writhing and crawling over one another, squirming out of the long spoilt... whatever it was in the bowls. porridge? soup? It seemed to have the consistency of a runny rice pudding... whether the vile gristly lumps were meant to be there or not was anyone's guess, as was the amount of time that had passed since the 'meals' were laid out, but what now? She wouldn't actually have a taste... would she? No, come on! The smell was horrible, you really don't want to... right?
[[Try the porrage like gunk.]]
[[Move away from the table.]]
Disgusting, time for the [[Far dining room door.]] (needs rewriting)Braving the horrific stench, You decide it would be best to leave this room and continue on, in search of the freak who lives here.
Stepping around the dining table to the right, more illuminated part of the room Stacy stepped across the white marble floor, her sodden wet trainers slipping a little with each step. The sounds of squirming continuously echoing around the room quietly like someone stepping into a bowlful of cooked pasta, broken up only by the loud tick tock of the grandfather clock against the middle of the wall and the fire at the far end crackling away.
All these quiet sounds set the mood for the lonely castle like house... It was no surprise that the loud clack of a footstep caught her off guard. Now around halfway across the dining room, Stacy spun around.
At the other side of the table stood a grotesque bloated zombie. It's eyes locked onto her with a bone chilling groan. Undead... you never expected that, and while being eaten alive would be a nasty way to go... would it truly be... evil? Was this abomination man's doing, or was big guy downstairs just fucking about?
Is it worth the risk? You only have one shot at this, best play it safe and avoid the flesh eater for now, but who knows if there are others hiding in here...
[[Walk carefully.]]
[[Run over to the door!]] (needs rewriting.) No, this was utterly disgusting! Not to mention a huge waist of time, You can't risk damaging your own host, especially not now.
Holding her hand to her face she took a step back into the shadows, a large fly flew into her head with a bump as if she were struck by an incoming ping-pong ball, when she backed into something soft.
Stacy shivered, feeling it jiggle against her back, followed by a low raspy groan rumbling in her ears making her stiffen up, her heart thumping so hard it was practically in her throat. What to do! what to do! This is it! Only a deranged madman could stand hiding in such a dark nasty room! Finally, your chance! Seduce him, tease him into fucking you up! This is it! This is what you've been waiting for!
[[Turn around.]]
[[Hide under the table.]]WIP
Against the narrators squick cringing Stacy bit her bottom lip, finding somthign almost mesmerising abotu the way those fat ugly maggots rolled over each other, some dropping to the floor, one or two inching up her muddied thigh high socks, and with morbid curiosity, she delicatly took the handle of a filthy spoon embedded in the filth in the bowl, stiring it slolwy, watching the thick ooze curl around the spoon.
she let out a shallow breath, her lips parted as more wriggling little grubs ascended her legs, some reaching her knees now as she pulled it out, a pair of baby maggots dropping from the spoon back into the sludge.
Her tounge cradling the back of the spoon before she closed her jaw around the grimy utensil, pulling it from those greedy lips with a little slurp.
severla ribbed maggots rolled around on her tounge as she sampled the meaty... strangly sweet flavour and swallowed with a shiver, biting down on her bottom lip. "W-woah."
maybe branching pathway MUCH later on.
Infestation bad end.Playing it carefully Stacy Dived under the table, almost too late as she felt the flabby gut bump against her ass, making her crawl faster.
Now beneath the table she hugged her knees, looking all around in the pitch blackness, a bolt of lightning showing the silhouette of a chunky pair of legs lurching around the table slowly.
Her heart thumping in her chest, she sat back, assuming she was safe here... for now at least, until the next bolt of lighting just barely illuminated the crawling corpse of a muscular undead, a mature gentleman before he became... this thing. What a shame, he was just her type too! Better make up your mind, because chances are that this monster wants to do more than just hold Stacy down and tenderly love her... no sane person would risk it, right?
[[Crawl away!]]
[[Daddy as fuck.]]Steeling herself for whatever it was Stacy meekly looked over her shoulder, a well timed bolt of lightning briefly illuminated the large fat man... no a monster! the whites of its eyes locked on her small frame, a creepy gargle rumbling from its bloated stomach in a far ruined brown suit. rips and tears covered the things body.
It's shirt buttons long since popped off, exposing its churning gut. This... was not a man, this was a beast, this was circle of life, not circles of hell!
Terrified she took a step back, backing against the table, her fingers clamped around the maggot hive of a table, ass pressed firmly against the edge, eyes wide as it slowly shambled toward her, coming into the dim candle light.
Its hair had mostly fallen out, lips chewed and and eaten away. It's jaw gaping wide, snapping at the air, each clop clop clop of teeth sounded like pieces of old wood knocking against each other... and a very suspect rip in the beasts pants, exposing its fat flaccid dick. Foreskin wrinkled around the head like a fleshy turtle-neck sweater... that of course Stacy was drawn to, even with all the fear of her impending doom, even with you screaming in her mind to move, she couldn't help but stare at a fat dick... even a pale warty undead one. You reap what you sow I guess. Maybe if you hadn't been such a cunt you wouldn't have gotten yourself into this mess.
With another lurch forward, the zombies rotund gut pressed against the once pure village girl, her busty chest and cheek flat against it, as she gazed up into its dead eye as it leaned in, snapping its teeth.
She squealed, unable to find the breath to scream, shutting her eyes tight, shuffling her legs nervously, her thigh brushing against its grotty cock. Her eyes shut, bracing for the end... that never came.
Upon opening her eyes she looked at the surprisingly docile expression on the monsters face. Low raspy groans escaped its dry throat as she gazed up at him, confused until she became aware of her trembling thigh shuddering against him... That wasn't his leg, was it?
With a nervous gulp she turned her eyes back to the zombies somewhat calm expression... who'd have guessed they'd become so agreeable when stimulated? and this one WAS stimulated. Thickening and hardening against her thigh, she shuffled back against the table, sitting on the end. The proud necrotic cock flopped across her stomach as the creature leaned in, now face to face he groaned into her ears making her quiver all over, as she clumsily rocked her body against the dick sandwiched between them, panting softly as maggots began crawling up her body as she filled her lungs with the rooms stale air with every breath she took.
This was perfect! if she could just get this... thing off, then she should be able to escape with her life, and most importantly Yours!
Her grip tightening against the tables edge, she rubbed herself up against his gut, stroking him off with her whole body, a twisted smirk on her face, proud of the effect she was having on him.
Plum maggots pushed past the necrotic flesh of its face an slithered from its nose, worming its way through the undead's rubbery flesh, and dropped onto her breasts, that were squashed firmly against his stomach, and wriggled between her warm mounds.
Grunting and huffing louder, she rocked a little faster against him "C'mon, finish already~ spray your nasty cum all over me!" She hissed. Though her words were incomprehensible to the corpse, it did begin to thrust up against her with rough hip strokes, pushing against the table, making it screech across the marble floor with every roll of its hips.
So much strength. There was no way she could get away now. The feeling of helplessness making her reminisce about her stepfather with a shiver, her puffy lipped cunt soaked behind those short slutty shorts. She silently wished for the creature to have its way with her when she was brought out of her trance with the icy wet sensation of rotten goo like cum shooting across their stomachs, soaking into her clothes... and a familiar writhing sensation, no doubt maggot infested zombie seed.
After a few seconds, the morbidly obese monster's strength seemed to leave his body, as he leaned into her, pushing her onto her back across the table, squashing God knows how may grubs, knocking bowls and utensils to the floor with a series of loud clangs and smashes.
"Did you like that...daddy?" She whispered with a giggle... her response however was a groan followed by a set of brownish dry teeth sinking into her shoulder.
No no no no! You were so close! There was no escape now and you knew it.
Eyes wide, her mouth agape. Stacy couldn't even scream, it seemed once this beast was done with her it was back to business, and it was starving.
Pinned against the table and still suffering from the shock, Stacy could do nothing but stare at the ceiling above, convulsing until everything went dark for her. The sounds of loud chewing and snapping the last thing she ever heard.
[[wake up]] (start of lewd path. no content yet. thank you for playing.)No, fuck THIS! No matter how strong this sluts craving to be filled were, this is your meat suit, and it would obey you!
You need to offer her up to a human! An evil human. If they decide to feed her to the undead then FINE! That will be mankind's twisted evil, not the hunger of a soulless beast! You have to get this thing off of your host now!
[[Kick off trainer!]]
[[Struggle!]]Snatching at her foot, The undead clawed its way closer, as Stacy bit her bottom lip, parting her thighs. "Come on daddy~ show me what happens to naughty girls that like to break into other peoples houses." She purred, feeling another hand squeeze at her thigh. "Y-yeah, I'm right here daddy!" She hissed, another lighting bolt illuminated the scene just enough to see that jaw open wide above her, the cold wet feeling at her thighs was slime and gore from the monsters missing legs. Fuck.
"W-wait I changed my mi-" her voice croaked out before it bit into her throat, leaving her there trembling beneath him as he made short work of her body, eating and eating... how very sad, the meat merely pushing out the other end, yet the monster was unable to stop trying to fill his missing stomach.
[[wake up]] (start of lewd path. no content yet. thank you for playing.)"No!" She screeched, flailing her arms and legs, kicking free a little too far she found when a huge meaty hand snatched at her foot and dragged her out from under the table, holding her up by her leg.
The Bloated zombie held her upside down, her face slapping against something firm, cold and clammy. Grunting, she struggled, against it when the fat zombie paused, as if waiting for her to do something. Odd, it was about to bite into her leg, but now it merely stood there quietly, groaning. The next lighting bolt shed a second of light for her. Her face has been bouncing off a wart riddled calloused dick all along, and she thought the maggots smelt bad! The scent hit her hard as soon as she discovered the source. If it meant this or be eaten... what choice did she even have? What choice do you have?
The impatient groan and feeling of teeth pressing against her soaked sock was all the encouragement she needed, and latched to his pungent penis, wrapping both hands around its greasy girth.
The bulbous head between her lips, eyes shut tight, her tongue slathered across the tip, coating it with drool, trying to ignore the foul rubbery texture, let alone the taste!
Stroking the meat, against her glossy lips, she coughed up mouthful of puke, making the bulbous tip sloppy with throat slime, the back of her throat burned from the nasty release of stomach acid.
At the very least it seemed to be working. The beasts teeth withdrew from her leg at last, letting out low pitched groan making her shiver against his rotund gut.
Opening her eyes she found herself looking back at the crawling zombie now at the large ones feet, staring up at her, impatiently snapping its teeth at her like dry wood clopping together.
He couldn't reach her and it was that confidence that made her think it would be a good idea to tease it, swirling her tongue around the bloated undead's crown, scraping at the muck from underneath, pulling the tip from her lips with a wet pop, showing off the vile grit on her tongue off to the crawling monster, constantly working the meat in her hands before swallowing with a bratty laugh.
"Aww what's wrong, feeling legless?” She laughed while it snapped its jaws at her. “That's what you get for trying to eat me, stupid zombie!" She smirked, the feeling of power over the beast making her take her time and really squeeze that fat dick.
"You will never get this." She purred, regardless of whether it understood her or not and sucked the fat tip back between her greedy lips. Her tongue however, was met by the wriggling of a particularly fat maggot, inching its way from the monsters urethra.
A wide eyed look of disgust plastered across Stacy's face as she watched the crawler. That fat ribbed maggot inched up her tongue before being blown to the back of her throat by a torrent of gritty mud like ejaculate, staining her taste buds with its... meaty flavour for several shots, forcing her to swallow the chubby grub.
Cum oozed from her lips, running across her face along with the entire contents of her stomach, retching on his dick as dead seed and vomit splattered onto the zombie below.
With a desperate grunt she pulled the tip from her mouth with a wet pop, panting, gagging as she shook violently, the ever present cock slapped against her cum stained cheeks, still spurting the occasional glob of its vile bollock yogurt for a while until the greedy bloated zombie bit into her leg anyway. FUCK!
Eyes wide, Stacy gritted her teeth, the zombie below almost mocking her before she was dropped on top, followed by the obese monster dropping to its knees to continue its meal with the crawler, and poor Stacy didn't even have the energy to fight back or scream, laying there as if parallelized, covered in sick, cum, and maggots.
[[wake up]] (lewd route not started yet. thank you for playing.)WIP
[[Crawl damnit!]]
[[Dick is huge.]]No, it was better to just pull harder. “Damn it, c'mon!” She grunted loudly, eyes wide open as the creatures' second hand snatched at her leg. Uh oh...
Unable to pull away any more, and the first zombie closing in, Stacy cried out for help. Her cries bounced and echoed off the large walls, light flashing across her attackers faces followed by the familiar rumble of thunder as the crawler sank his teeth into her leg. Her other leg shook as she lost her balance, falling back against the bloated gut of the creature behind.
Crying and wheezing, she yelped as the crawler took another greedy bite, a puddle of crimson quickly forming beneath her quivering body.
The bloated undead tightened his steely grip wrapped around her long blond hair and arm with a violent pull, bringing her hand to his dry, exposed jaws and bit through her fingers with a series of gut churning snaps and crunches, breaking through flesh and bone before going back for another bite leaving her throat raspy, her trembling body bucking with sharp spasms as she went into shock. The pain mercifully blocked, but her ears filled with the sounds of chewing and crunching, as she watched herself being devoured in the dim light.
Pulling itself along, the crawler took an ambitious bite of her juicy inner thigh, the first greedily going for the parallelized girls throat, crushing her windpipe between its powerful jaws, turning the maggot hive of a room into a bloodbath.
Bad end!The room was dark and the floor wasn't the easiest to walk on, what with her squeaky wet footwear. As long as she kept her distance, she could just barricade the door at the end of the room without interacting with the zombie, she just had to be careful.
If only it were that easy. Not three steps away from the door, the hand of yet another zombie Snatched at her foot from beneath the table!
Keeping her balance by some miracle, she yelped in a panic, her heart leapt into her throat as she struggled she'd have to either lose a shoe or try to kick herself free!
[[Try to pull free!]]
[[Kick off trainer.]]Run! just run! She mentally screamed to herself, turning back around a little too quickly and slipping acrss the floor landing on her backside with a squeak! Looking over her shoulder to check the zombies advance he'd just stumbled around the side of the sable, he now had a straght 8 ft path to her.
Scrambling across the floor she went to get back up when a a strong corpse hand snatched her leg from under the rotting tablecloth, a nother one! She screamed out as the table cloth parted showing the bald, leathery head of her captor, leaning out with a loud raspy groan.
Screaming she shuffled back dragignthe zombing out as it snatched highed u her leg with its free arm until the monsters torso slipped from under the table... and nothign more, ust a trail of dried gore, its legs missing, making stacy hyperventalate, puking on the floor as she kicked at the legless zombies facewhen the first fat monster fnally approached them and dropped to its knees, opposite the other, holding her harms above her head as she screamed and struggled, crying out as she felt the first pair of crooked jaws sinking into her soft flesh.
for an agonising twelve minutes the zombies fed on her before she lost consiouness, her innards all ver the placeand after a couple of hours the slow eaters left what was left, not even enough remains to reanimate.
BAD END!WIP
Slip inside the [[Servants quarters.]]
[[Jump into a bush and hide!]]WIP
Kick out the [[Broken glass.]]
[[Just jump!]]WIP
Locked
Still got to [[Run away from the monster!]]WIP
[[Turn on the light.]]
[[Wait in the dark.]]
Try to make your way [[Around in the dark.]]WIP
To be drafted outWIP
[[Leave the door open.]]
[[Slam it shut!]]WIP
Wounded
to be draftedWIP
Alerted
to be drafted.WIP
make your way [[Around in the dark.]]
[[Turn on the light.]]WIP
To be draftedWIP
[[Talk to the creature.]]
[[Inspect the creature.]]
[[Back away from the creature.]]WIP
[[Keep quiet.]]
[[Scream!]]WIP
[[Fight for your life!]]
[[Beg for your life.]]WIP
[[Tell him the truth.]]
[[Lie about yourself.]] (needs writing up)
[[Lie about somthing else.]] (needs writing up)
[[Lie about another thing.]] (Needs writing up)WIP
Pulled out by the monster out side and killed. endWIP
[[Fight for your life!]]
[[Beg for your life.]]WIP
Killed and eaten.WIP
Killed. end.WIP
Killed.WIP
Killed.WIP
Killed.WIP
Killed.WIP
KilledWIP
[[Hide under the side table!]]
[[Run down the corridoor!]]WIP
killed.
WIP
[[Reach for the gun.]]
[[Remain still.]]WIP
[[Left room.]]
[[Room at the end of the corridoor.]]
[[Upper right room.]]
[[Upper left room.]]WIP
[[Shoot the garden monster!]]
[[Stay hidden.]]WIP
Killed.WIP
to be drafted
WIP
to be drafted outWIP
to be drafted out
WIP
To be drafted out
WIP
To be drafted outWIP
[[Turn on the Light.]]
[[Wait patiently.]]
[[Meander about in the dark.]]WIP
[[Run away!]]WIP
[[Slip inside.]]
[[Hide in the bush.]]WIP
[[Kick in the glass.]]
[[Jump for it!]]WIP
To be draftedWIP
[[Turn on the Light.]]
[[Meander about in the dark.]]WIP
[[Talk to the shack mutant.]]
[[Inspect the shack mutant.]]
[[Back away from the shack mutant.]]WIP
to be draftedWIP
to be draftedWIP
[[Stay silent.]]
[[SCREAM.]]WIP
[[Fight the Mutant.]]
[[Beg the Mutant.]]WIP
[[Tell the mutant the truth.]]
[[Lie about who you are to the mutant.]]
[[Lie about the outside world to the mutant.]]
[[Lie about how he looks.]]WIP
DedWIP
DedWIP
Pulled out from the hole and killed by garden monster.WIP
[[Fight the Mutant.]]
[[Beg the Mutant.]]WIP
[[Stab the mutants hand.]]
[[Try to avoid the blow.]]WIP
DeadWIP
[[Stab the mutants hand.]]
[[Try to avoid the blow.]]WIP
DedWIP
DedWIP
[[Stab eye.]]
[[Stab throat.]]
[[Run, just run!]]WIP
DedWIP
DedWIP
[[Reach for a weapon.]]
[[Get back!]]WIP
DedWIP
Run to the other side of the cage. (to be drafted)
[[Get back!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Slam the Door.]]
[[Leave the Door open.]]WIP
[[Run down the corridoor.]]
[[Hide under the small table.]]WIP
DedWIP
[[Grab the gun.]]
[[Remain very still.]]WIP
Ded.WIP
[[Too dangerous.]]
[[Shoot it already!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Left Door.]]
[[Far Door.]]
[[Upper Right Door.]]
[[Lower Right Door.]]WIP
Ded.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
to be drafted.Lose you're shoe or lose your life? well that was one of the easiest decisions she'd ever made! with a grunt she pressed her free foot to the heel of her shoe and wriggled free, losing her ballance and fallign back, crawing away from both eager undead as she got to her feet and kept her distance, sighing with releif.
To be draftedWIP
[[Maybe it will be worth it?]]
[[Snap out of it!]]WIP
[[Kick off other trainer.]]
[[Just fucking run!]]WIP
DedWIP
[[Grab a fire poker.]]
[[Get to the fucking door!]]WIP
Get to the fucking door!WIP
[[Get to the Door!]]WIP
[[Kick it in the face!]]
[[Push it away!]]WIP
Ded.WIP
DedWIP
Ded.WIP
[[Kick it in the head!]]
[[Push it away!]]WIP
[[Run to the far Left Door.]]
[[First door on the Left!]]
[[Back the way you came!]]
[[The first door on the right!]]
[[The door on the far right!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Head up the stairs.]]
[[Door next to the stairs.]]WIP
[[Leave the Room.]]
[[Shower and change clothes.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Run to the far Left Door.]]WIP
to be drafted.WIP
nowt
[[First left landing door.]]WIP
to be draftedWIP
Back to the [[Left balcony.]]
[[Inspect body.]]
[[Search the room.]]
[[Next room.]]WIP
back to the [[Left balcony.]]WIP
[[Fireplace.]]
[[Study desk.]]
[[Bookcase.]]WIP
[[Search body.]]
Leave it alone [[First left landing door.]] WIP
locked
[[First left landing door.]]WIP
[[Try desk draw.]]WIP
[[Open book.]]
[[First left landing door.]]WIP
[[Open curtains.]]
[[Take decrative fire poker.]]WIP
Parasite zombie end.WIP
Locked
[[Search the room.]]WIP
[[Search the study.]]WIP
[[Pass out.]] WIP
Poker equiped
to be draftedWIP
Butler
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Search the Old room.]]
back to the [[Right balcony.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Do what the blood tells you to.]]
[[Wipe off the blood message.]]
[[Search the hole in the floor.]]WIP
[[Have a shower.]]WIP
[[Take dead cat.]]
[[Drop it!]]WIP
Gory end.WIP
[[Try to leave.]]
[[Submit to the hive.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
Stung to death.WIP
[[Wipe blood off with dead cat.]]WIP
[[Search the Old room.]]WIP
[[Get out of there!]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Talk to Vince.]]
[[Don't trust him, run!]]WIP
[[Right Balcony.]]WIP
[[Climb the stairs.]]
[[First door on the right balcony.]]
[[Third door on the right balcony.]]WIP
Left door [[Communal room.]]
Upper right door [[Hobby room.]]
Lower right door [[Bedroom.]]
Go to the [[End of the hall.]]
Leave and [[Explore the grounds.]]WIP
[[Look closer.]]
[[Back away from the pool.]]WIP
[[Turn the lights on.]]
Leave and [[Explore the grounds.]]WIP
[[Explore the grounds.]]WIP
[[Call out to the boy.]]WIP
[[Back away from the pool.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
[[Talk to the Shack mutant.]]
[[Search the shack.]]WIP
[[Wipe the blood off the wall.]]
[[Take the pitch fork.]]
[[Do what the blood wants.]]WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
To be drafted.WIP
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