Gravitational Force
Dark Lord of Creativity
Wherever you were, whatever you were doing, whoever you were with, that is no longer the case. You're standing on a beach under an alien sky in an alien place, a green sun shining in the sky and silver sand beneath your feet. The waters around you shimmer and hiss and the smell of acid invades your nostrils as you cough and make your way up from the shore to escape the fumes. Further ahead you can see a forest of metallic trees from which glowing crystal orbs hang.
Looking around you you can see other people, all looking as confused as you are. You suddenly feel a chill, and looking up you see a massive shadow blotting out half the sun. In the shifting darkness in front of you a figure appears, seemingly unconcerned by your distress. Their body is obscured by the robes and mask they wear but you can sense the wrongness radiating from them. They spread their arms wide as they address the crowd.
"Welcome one, welcome all! Welcome to all of you who now have the opportunity to seize a great destiny in the Ascension Game! Fear not for your safety and don't worry, for I'm here to explain what's going on! Each of you has been chosen from your worlds for a chance many would kill for and you will likely need to kill to keep. Claim victory in this challenge with the powers you will receive and rewards beyond your wildest dreams will be yours! Rejoice, for ahead of you lies the most important event you've yet experienced in your lives!"
Clapping their hands together, they look around expectantly.
One young man steps forwards. "What's going on?! Where are we? Who the Hell are you?! Send us back NOW!!!" He raises his hands to threaten the target of his anger.
The figure turns to him and the crowd instinctively draws away from the questioner as if somehow knowing what's going to happen. The figure cocks their head beneath their hood.
"Didn't I just finish explaining? You're here because you were chosen. Where 'Here' is and 'Who' I am is irrelevant to that. Well except for me being authorized to do THIS to you if you ask stupid questions or otherwise prove yourselves in need of correction:"
A tentacle ending in a syringe-like protuberance shoots out from beneath the figure's cloak and plunges into the man's neck. His eyes widen as it injects something into him and he collapses to the ground twitching in paroxysms of laughter as his face contorts into a forced rictus grin. The figure turns back to the crowd and you feel your bodies freeze and find yourselves unable to do anything but listen as the figure continues speaking.
"He'll be fine within an hour. Now since I'm all about fair play and sporting chances, here's some examples of good questions: 'What's the event?' 'What powers will we get?' 'Is there food and medication?' 'What do we get for winning the event?' That sort of thing. I won't be there in the near future but you will want to also consider questions such as 'What is that monster and how do I stop it eating my face?' 'How do we maintain group solidarity in the face of perverse incentives, moral hazards, and the various nefarious individuals among us' and 'Would death be preferable to my current situation?'"
They pause and shrug.
"The answer to that last one is 'No' by the way, so think positive and focus on surviving, because the name of this Game is 'Survive on this island of deadly dangers and untrustworthy strangers for long enough to figure out and fulfill the win condition.' It's a bit of a mouthful, but I like how it sums it all up. For the rest of the relevant details, let's see: you'll have to wait and see what powers you get, there are supply caches of necessary goods and materials scattered all over the island, and you'll have to win to see what the prize is. Personally I'd view surviving what you're about to go to through as your main concern, but don't let me stop you from hoping. Also please keep in mind that in the case of emergency your fellow survivors can double as food! Let's see, I think that wraps it all up. Now don't forget to have fun and I hope you enjoy your time here! Ohandyou'realsonottheonlyonestransportedheresowatchoutforotherworldlybeingsbye!"
They vanish in a burst of shadows as you find yourselves able to move again. But before you can do anything you find yourselves falling to the ground in a clearing in the forest. It seems like the group you were in has been split into smaller groups and scattered around the island. As you pick yourselves up you get one final surprise as you feel your bodies change.
(Insert your characters developing your mutations here. Feel free to be creative when describing the change as it happens. Your characters have a few minutes to figure things out.)
After managing to recover from your bodies mutating you see that you're not alone in the clearing. The announcer is there and next to them stands a monster.
In front of the monster is a table with two buttons on it, one green and one red.
The announcer wastes no time before launching into another spiel. "Welcome to your campsite! Before you make yourselves comfortable you need to make a choice: do you want to fight this monster for the basic necessities or life or do you want to instead answer questions? Just press the button that corresponds to the choice you want to make!"
The monster lifts its bladed arm and brings it down on the red button with enough force to smash it and break the table into splintered pieces. The announcer giggles.
"Good choice, fight to the death it is!"
The sluglike monster isn't fast, but it moves with determination as it surges forwards and sends James flying into the side of a nearby tree before charging the rest of the group as the fight begins.
Looking around you you can see other people, all looking as confused as you are. You suddenly feel a chill, and looking up you see a massive shadow blotting out half the sun. In the shifting darkness in front of you a figure appears, seemingly unconcerned by your distress. Their body is obscured by the robes and mask they wear but you can sense the wrongness radiating from them. They spread their arms wide as they address the crowd.
"Welcome one, welcome all! Welcome to all of you who now have the opportunity to seize a great destiny in the Ascension Game! Fear not for your safety and don't worry, for I'm here to explain what's going on! Each of you has been chosen from your worlds for a chance many would kill for and you will likely need to kill to keep. Claim victory in this challenge with the powers you will receive and rewards beyond your wildest dreams will be yours! Rejoice, for ahead of you lies the most important event you've yet experienced in your lives!"
Clapping their hands together, they look around expectantly.
One young man steps forwards. "What's going on?! Where are we? Who the Hell are you?! Send us back NOW!!!" He raises his hands to threaten the target of his anger.
The figure turns to him and the crowd instinctively draws away from the questioner as if somehow knowing what's going to happen. The figure cocks their head beneath their hood.
"Didn't I just finish explaining? You're here because you were chosen. Where 'Here' is and 'Who' I am is irrelevant to that. Well except for me being authorized to do THIS to you if you ask stupid questions or otherwise prove yourselves in need of correction:"
A tentacle ending in a syringe-like protuberance shoots out from beneath the figure's cloak and plunges into the man's neck. His eyes widen as it injects something into him and he collapses to the ground twitching in paroxysms of laughter as his face contorts into a forced rictus grin. The figure turns back to the crowd and you feel your bodies freeze and find yourselves unable to do anything but listen as the figure continues speaking.
"He'll be fine within an hour. Now since I'm all about fair play and sporting chances, here's some examples of good questions: 'What's the event?' 'What powers will we get?' 'Is there food and medication?' 'What do we get for winning the event?' That sort of thing. I won't be there in the near future but you will want to also consider questions such as 'What is that monster and how do I stop it eating my face?' 'How do we maintain group solidarity in the face of perverse incentives, moral hazards, and the various nefarious individuals among us' and 'Would death be preferable to my current situation?'"
They pause and shrug.
"The answer to that last one is 'No' by the way, so think positive and focus on surviving, because the name of this Game is 'Survive on this island of deadly dangers and untrustworthy strangers for long enough to figure out and fulfill the win condition.' It's a bit of a mouthful, but I like how it sums it all up. For the rest of the relevant details, let's see: you'll have to wait and see what powers you get, there are supply caches of necessary goods and materials scattered all over the island, and you'll have to win to see what the prize is. Personally I'd view surviving what you're about to go to through as your main concern, but don't let me stop you from hoping. Also please keep in mind that in the case of emergency your fellow survivors can double as food! Let's see, I think that wraps it all up. Now don't forget to have fun and I hope you enjoy your time here! Ohandyou'realsonottheonlyonestransportedheresowatchoutforotherworldlybeingsbye!"
They vanish in a burst of shadows as you find yourselves able to move again. But before you can do anything you find yourselves falling to the ground in a clearing in the forest. It seems like the group you were in has been split into smaller groups and scattered around the island. As you pick yourselves up you get one final surprise as you feel your bodies change.
(Insert your characters developing your mutations here. Feel free to be creative when describing the change as it happens. Your characters have a few minutes to figure things out.)
After managing to recover from your bodies mutating you see that you're not alone in the clearing. The announcer is there and next to them stands a monster.
In front of the monster is a table with two buttons on it, one green and one red.
The announcer wastes no time before launching into another spiel. "Welcome to your campsite! Before you make yourselves comfortable you need to make a choice: do you want to fight this monster for the basic necessities or life or do you want to instead answer questions? Just press the button that corresponds to the choice you want to make!"
The monster lifts its bladed arm and brings it down on the red button with enough force to smash it and break the table into splintered pieces. The announcer giggles.
"Good choice, fight to the death it is!"
The sluglike monster isn't fast, but it moves with determination as it surges forwards and sends James flying into the side of a nearby tree before charging the rest of the group as the fight begins.
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