Other World

"You would think so but no." said the old man. "What lies beyond this gate is a fey and deadly world, a place of beauty and savagery, undespoiled by human appetites. The laws of this world are quite different from ours, and will allow for no more than one intruder to enter safely."

"Then I will go." Fred volunteered. "I have my sword and armor, and the training to use them. I should be safer than either of you."

"Very well!" said the old man. "Rescue my dear Sculliverda, and I will use my magicks to aid your quest. Now, open your mind to me, and I will imprint her lovely image in your consciousness."

Fred did as he was told, and the old man pressed his hand against Fred's forehead. Fred recoiled in horror, but it was too late - the "lovely" Sculliverda's image was indeed forever burned onto his retinas. The perverted old man had seen fit to depict her in the nude! Only simple courtesy prevented Fred from retching. His genitals shrivelled, and Fred was sure he would never have need of them again.

"Yes, that happens a lot." the old man chuckled. "Now go! Save my beloved wife from the vise-like clutches of the Evil One! The werewolf and I will occupy ourselves with a game of Scrabble whilst you are away."

With that, the old man indeed pulled a Scrabble set from his robes in a blatant display of non-continuity. The crazed miser obviously had little respect for a fantasy setting. Fred shrugged and flung himself into the portal that led to this 'other world', before the old man had time to get himself a Pepsi, too.

After a dizzying vertigo head-trip rush, Fred found himself lying in a lovely garden terrace. A bright sun beat down overhead, and bees, butterflies and various faerie scum flitted between the flowers, of which there were thousands, of every conceivable species and color. A soothing, harmonious odor assailed our hero's nostrils.

An old marble sundial beside Fred showed the time to be around noon, and also had arrows pointing in the direction of north and south. There was no sign of the gate he had come in through. Fred cursed - the old man had conveniently forgotten to explain how to get back.

Well, nothing to do but find Sculliverda. Fred took stock of his meager possessions and decided to head...

1. ...north, where Fred could see a picaresque little building in the distance, with smoke billowing from the chimney.
2. ...east, where Fred could hear someone giggling. At him? How insulting.
3. ...south, where Fred could smell something cooking over an open flame. Mmm... burghers...
4. west, where Fred could feel some mysterious force drawing him ever onward.
5. Become a werewolf
6. Become a werewolf

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