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<<if $Taint gte 95>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>"Hey lady," A sailor, clearly drunk says as I pass his table, "How about you come sit in daddy's lap," He pats his lap suggestively, grinning up at me in a way that makes me wary.\n\n//Does he think I'm some kind of wench? Or prostitute?"//\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>Grinning inwardly, I take a step toward his table before I even stop to think about it.\n\nThe sailor's grin only grows at my willingness to approach, "Daddy wants to get his cock wet."\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I stand up straighter suddenly as I feel someone roughly grab my ass. \n\nBefore I can turn to see who my assailant is, his hot breath, reeking of alcohol, sends a shiver down my spine as his lips brush my neck, "I bet your pussy is just aching to be filled with a nice hard cock," The man says softly.\n\nNo matter how much I want to deny it, the wetness between my legs testifies to the truth of his words.\n\n"I'll even make this easy for you," He says, slipping an arm around my middle and pulling me back toward him. I'm unable to focus on anything else as I feel what can only be his erection press against my back, "I can pay you for your time."\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>My mind tells me that this is a bad idea, but the aching need between my legs begs me to accept the man's offer.\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>I pull away from him quickly, a mix of fear and arousal waring within me.\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>"Interested in keeping a man company?" An aging sailor says as I pass.\n\nTurning toward him, I can see him grab his crotch suggestively. I can already see the bulge beneath his trousers growing.\n\nAdrenaline courses through me suddenly, <<if $Depravity gte 5>>my heart thundering in my chest as my pussy moistens at the prospect of having this man's, this stranger's, cock filling the aching void between my legs.\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>and for just a moment my fear at what is being suggested is enough to keep my arousal in check.\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint gte 45>>As I walk across the Barmaid's Daughter, I can see that many of the people are looking at me. The females with a mix of sympathy and contempt. The males with lust dominated leers. \n\nEvery glance makes me feel more self conscious about my changes, //If these changes continue, it will become easy to mistake me for a woman.// The thought sends a chill through me that seems to settle into my bones as I make my way through the room.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<else>>As I walk across the Barmaid's Daughter, I can see heads turn toward me. I can't help but think that I see a bit of sympathy in the eyes of some of the females. And I am increasingly unsettled by the way some of the men leer at me. //Are they faggots?// I wonder, a bit put off by the thought, //Why else would men look at another man like that?//\n\nTrying to avoid making eye contact, I finish making my way through the room.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>

You should have just subtracted 1 point from all skills.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $PlayerBrawling -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerEttiquette -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerFirearms -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerIntimidation -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerInvestigation -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerOccult -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerPerception -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerSecurity -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerStreetwise -= 1>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 64>><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>I let my eyes trail up and down Nadia's body, //She might be a bit older than I typically take an interest in, but there's an exotic look about her that's more than a little intriguing. Why not?//\n\n"I suppose I could find a few minutes to help you out," I reply with s little smile.\n\n"Just what I wanted to hear," She purrs, her eyes flickering towards the shop's front door before starting to unbutton her shirt.\n\nWhen her shirt comes loose, her breasts are on full display, her bare breasts are dark tan with chocolate colored gumdrop nipples.\n\nI can't help but feel the first stirrings of an erection, my eyes locked on her chest.\n\n"You going to step behind this counter and scratch my itch? Or you just going to stand there staring at my titties all day?" She asks jokingly.\n\nA sheepish grin touches my lips, my cock hardening further. Not waiting for further invitation, I step behind the counter, slipping my hands around her waist, my hands trailing up her belly until my palms are filled with with her full breasts.\n\n"Play with those while you're fucking me," Nadia half growls at me. With her hands, she reaches behind herself to pull her skirt up over her hips, revealing a lack of undergarments beneath.\n\nMy belt comes loose a moment later, I push them down past my hips until they fall the rest of the way to the ground. \n\nPausing, I admire the view before me, her perfect dark tanned ass before me. With one hand, I reach out, letting my hand rub lightly over her bare ass, marveling at the feel of her smooth skin against the palm of my hand. \n\nWith my other hand, I take hold of my achingly hard cock, aiming it towards Nadia. Shuffling forward, I slide my cock up and down her crack, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy as the tip of my cock slides along her slit.\n\n"Curse you," Nadia says breathlessly, "Quit your teasing and stick that cock in me already." \n\nNot waiting any longer, I slip my cock head between her pussy lips, feeling the humid tightness swallowing my cock as I slide slowly inside until my balls press firmly against her.\n\n"Mmmmm, that's nice," Nadia purrs.\n\nPulling back, I slide out of her until only the crown of my cock is still inside of her before thrusting forward.\n\nA contented moan escapes her lips as I bottom out in her a second time.\n\n[img[images/Nadia Fuck.jpg]]\n\nPulling back again, I begin to fuck her with slow, steady strokes. Within seconds, we have our rhythm. Her hips move back to meet my own with every thrust. Our rhythm slowly builds until the sounds of our coupling fills the small store. My cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston as my need nears its peak.\n\nI can feel my balls beginning to tighten, my cock swelling almost painfully inside of her as she begins to cum.\n\n"Ohhhh, that's it, keep fucking me. I want to feel you fill me with your cum," She moans as her body begins to buck against me, her pussy trembling around my cock.\n\nI can't hold back any longer, I shove into her as deeply as I can, my cock twitching and jerking as I fill her pussy with my seed.\n\nFor a minute or more, we remain like that, my cock softening inside of her as we both try to regain our breath. When my cock slips free of her, I step back, taking a second to admire the perfect ass before me before pulling my paints back up and buckling my belt once more.\n\nWhen Nadia turns around, her blouse is buttoned once more. She leans forward quickly, giving me a quick peck on the lips, "You can scratch my itch any time," She purrs<<elseif $random is 2>>"You know you're older than I am right?" I ask, feeling a flush of arousal.\n\n"So what if I am? I can see your cock tenting your pants from here," She says with a sheepish grin.\n\nSelf consciously, I reach down, adjusting my rapidly growing erection. \n\nAcross the counter, I can see her bite her lip, unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. By the time the third button is undone, its clear that she is wearing nothing underneath.\n\n"You planning to stand there all day, or you going to come scratch my itch?" \n\nMy cock throbs almost painfully in my suddenly too tight pants.\n\nOne more button and the whole front of her blouse opens, her dark tan breasts spilling out. When she leans forward, they rest against the counter. \n\nThere's a hunger in her eyes that spurs me to action. My hands are working to unbuckle my belt even while I move behind the counter.\n\nTurning towards me, she hikes up her skirts revealing a complete lack of undergarments. Seeing my expression, she somehow smiles even wider.\n\nReaching out, she pulls me towards her, pressing her cool lips to my own. A draft against my groin is the first sign that she's finished what I already started with my pants.\n\nHer hands feel rough as her fingers wrap around my penis. With a little pull, she draws me closer.\n\nWhen she breaks the kiss, she looks at me with a staggering intensity, "Now that you've got me all hot and bothered, you had better get that cock inside of me."\n\nAnother little pull and I feel her guide the crown of my aching member to her humid slit. With a little push of my hips, I slide easily inside of her.\n\n"Mmmmm," A soft moan escapes her lips, "Now fuck me," She gyrates her hips, sending a wave of pleasure through me.\n\nSliding out until only my tip is still inside, I hilt myself inside of her a second time as I start to fuck her steadily. Her pussy is incredibly wet, leaving the point our bodies connect soaking wet. Every thrust fills the small store with wet slapping sounds.\n\nOver the next few minutes, my pace increases, her moans becoming louder with every thrust. Its not long before my pace starts to become irregular, my balls pulling tight as my cock suddenly throbs.\n\nAt the same time, her pussy clamps down, her cry of passion is piercing as she clings to me. Unable to hold back my own release, I cum hard, jet after jet of cum filling her cunt.\n\nTaking a step back, my deflating cock slips free of her. I can see cum running from her freshly fucked hole. I can't help but marvel at how pink the inside of her pussy looks in contrast to her otherwise dark skin. \n\nIt takes perhaps a minute for me to catch my breath again, //Not as young as I once was.// I think with a half smile.\n\nAs I watch her, she lets her skirt fall back down to hide her legs, then while watching me in return, she slowly buttons her blouse back up, "I might be older than you," She purrs, "But that just means I need to get it all I can before I'm too old to enjoy it anymore." \n\nWith a wink, "Now, unless you can get that thing hard again, you might want to put it away and find your way to the other side of my counter again."<</if>><<set $Taint += 3>><<else>><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>I hesitate, my mind going to the changes I've been experiencing. \n\nNadia must sense my train of thought. Leaning forward, her bosom threatens to spill from her ruffled white blouse. My eyes widen slightly when I realize I can see the edge of one of her nipples, "Hey," She gives a little smile that draws attention to her one missing tooth in front, but her expression is soft and sympathetic, "I can see it, hell, everyone can see it. But just because you're changing doesn't mean you can't still have a little fun with me. My pussy's been aching for some attention all day, and I'm pretty sure it can use a good tongue lashing," She smirks at her own joke.\n\nReaching out, she takes hold of my collar and pulls me to the counter where she presses her lips against mine, her tongue darting into my mouth. We're both a little breathless when she breaks the kiss, "Now get back here ."\n\nWhen she releases my collar, I do exactly that, stepping around the counter just in time to see her sit on the floor. She hikes her skirt up revealing a lack of undergarments. Then she spreads her legs, the petals of her vagina parting like a delicate flower to expose the wetness within.\n\nHesitating only a second, I kneel in front of her. She quickly reaches out, pulling me towards her again. This time, instead of pulling me to her lips, she pulls my face towards her crotch instead. \n\nThe moment my lips touch her humid pussy, I can feel her legs wrap around my head to hold me in place.\n\n"Don't you be teasing me like this, put that tongue of yours to good use," Her voice holes a happy purr.\n\nI give her pussy a lick, letting my tongue ride up her slit until it flicks her clit. Then I return to my starting point and begin again. \n\nThe happy sounds Nadia is making is a clear indication of her approval. \n\nA third lick, and I allow my tongue to push slightly into her hole on the way past. I can feel her body shudder slightly as I do so. I repeat the action several more times before I can feel her legs tighten around my head, nearly smothering me in her pussy, the heady aroma of her sex making me feel a spike of arousal.\n\n"What did I tell you about teasing me," She says, her tone holding a mixture of amusement and desperation.\n\nSmiling to myself, I let my tongue dart deep inside of her. Her hips buck with enough force I think she cut my lip on my teeth, a faint coppery taste of blood momentarily perceivable in my mouth before being overwhelmed by the sweet flavor of her pussy.\n\nMy tongue begins to dart in and aout of her, effectively fucking her with my tongue. Her hips begin to gyrate and buck against my face, but I never let up. \n\nIts not long before her entire body shudders, then goes limp for a few seconds before she unsteadily moves her legs so I can escape their grip.\n\nI give her pussy one last lick, causing her to shudder again. When I look up at her, her eyes look unfocused, but the expression on her face is clearly a happy one.\n\nWiping some of her wetness from my face, I stand back up. My own state of arousal, unsated as it is, inevitably turns my attention back to the changes I've been experiencing since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\n"Help me up," Nadia breaks me out of my repreve, reaching up with one hand. Taking it, I help her back to her feet. Her legs barely hold her upright, causing her to sway slightly. I slip my arms around her to steady her, "You are really somethig, you know that?" She gives me a little hug before releasing me, "You can come back and do that again any time you want."\n\nI barely start to smile before she continues in a much sterner voice, "Now get out from behind my counter before someone gets the wrong idea."\n\nThere's a hint of a smile on her face as I do as she says.\n\n<<elseif $random is 2>>Against my better judgement, I begin to step around the counter, my arousal beginning to build already. \n\nMy thoughts turn to the changes I've experienced since arriving in Wanton Cove, //This is a bad idea, all I'm going to do is embarrass myself.// I think.\n\nAs if reading my thoughts, Nadia pulls up her skirt up over her hips, exposing her lack of undergarments underneath, "Put that tongue of yours to good use," She purrs.\n\n//I guess there's always that,// I think with a faint smirk. \n\nI kneel between her legs, her ass inches from my face. With one hand, I reach between her legs, sliding my fingers along her already wet pussy. \n\nSlipping a single finger up inside of her, I slowly slide it back out. I can see her juices glistening in the shop's light. My tongue darts out, tasting her before sucking the rest of her juice from my finger.\n\nI must have been savoring the taste for too long, because Nadia prods me on again, "Its not nice to keep a lady waiting." She gives me an accusing look over her shoulder.\n\nNot needing further invitation, I lean forward, my tongue sliding along her slit once.\n\nHer happy moan is the only sound I can hear in the entire shop.\n\nWhen my tongue slides along her slit a second time, she presses back against it, burying my face between her legs as she begins to grind her pussy against my face, "Eat it like you //crave// it," She growls.\n\nI can't help but think that I //do// crave the sweet nectar of her pussy as I taste her honey'ed flavor of her cunt.\n\nDriving my tongue deep inside of her, I reach up with my hands, one hand roughly grabbing her ass while the other moves to rub her clit.\n\n"Mmmm, you know just what I need, don't you," She says with a sigh.\n\nIt isnt long before her hips begin to buck wildly against my tongue, her juices filling my mouth as she cums.\n\nWhen I finally stand back up, I can't help but notice that my own arousal has not been sated.\n\nNadia turns around then, leaning forward, kissing me firmly on the lips. The kiss seems to linger, as if she is tasting herself on my lips. When she finally pulls back, she gives me a small smile, "You can scratch my itch any time." <<set $Taint += 2>><</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Step back around the counter.|Nadia]]

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<<if $babyAzumi is "Played">>"Pastor Victor Erkon," I say.\n\nVick's expression darkens with the suddenness of someone flipping on a light.\n\n"I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about the man."\n\nHis eyes narrow as he glares at me. I can't help but notice the way he holds his rifle just a little tighter.\n\nRealizing that the situation is rapidly taking a turn for the worst, I try to change tact, "I've heard that he was a good man, and Mr Morichi spoke highly of him, though he also expressed that his daughter Azumi may have done something that upset him terribly." Every word out of my mouth is chosen carefully, trying to coax him into speaking on the subject while not allowing the situation to turn violent.\n\nVick nods slowly, his eyes never leaving my own.\n\n"There are people in Wanton Cove who would be happy to know Pastor Erkon is alright."\n\nI can see emotions warring behind his eyes, chaotic and laced with madness. When his expression finally stills, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n"You have no idea what is happening here," He growls. His voice is completely different than what I am used to, "Everything is happening at once, and its because of you," He jabs me in the chest with a bony finger.\n\n//His accent, its gone,// The realization surprises me.\n\n"//She's// coming, and we have to stop //her//." I can see his grip tighten on his rifle, his eyes just a little too wide as he looks towards his cabin door, "Meet me at the edge of the forest tomorrow. One way or another, we end this."\n\nScrambling to put my thoughts in order, "Wait, what exactly are we doing? What's going on?"\n\nRather than answering, he raises his rifle and levels it casually at my chest, "//She's coming, and if we can't stop her, the whole world will suffer. Now, leave my home and make yourself right with God," He gestures towards the door to his cabin, "I have God's work to do."\n\nUnsettled by Vick's sudden and drastic transformation, I do as he says. I refuse to take my eyes off of him until the cabin door is closed behind me, and I watch the cabin warily until it is out of sight.\n\n//What the hell just happened there?//\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<set $PastorConfront to "True">><<set $Vick to "Revealed">><<else>>"Passeur Urkon?" Ah new em. 'Ood man, wus nisuh ta me dan mose people round ere," Vick begins. \n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) lte 7>>Vick fidgits a little, but I can't tell if its because the question makes him uncomfortable, he knows something, or something else entirely.<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) lte 12>>Vick fidgits a little, his expression hardening slightly for the briefest of moments.\n\n//He either knows something, suspects something, or he was close to the Pastor.//<<else>>Vick's expression changes, hardening in a way I've seen with hardened criminals or con artists when they believe they know what's best and that they see you as little more than a fool.\n\n//Man's got a serious chip on his shoulder if nothing else. I wonder what he's holding back.//<</if>> \n\n<<if $Taint gte 75>>I can't help but notice the way he looks at my chest while he talks to me<<if $Depravity gte 9>> or the way my heart races just a little as he does so.<<else>>, uncomfortable under his scrutiny, I cross my arms over my chest. With a look of disappointment, his eyes move upwards to meet my own again\n\n<</if>><</if>>"I hear he passed a while back now. Anything you can tell me about it?" I ask, seeing what more he might be able to tell me.\n\n"Aye, truh dat. Ah eard eh jummed fum da bluff. Sory nevuh sonned ite ta meh."\n\n//Yeah, a lot of what happens on this island doesn't sound quite right,// I think darkly.\n\nI wait a few seconds, hoping he might continue without my need to nudge him along. Finally I add, "Anything else?"\n\nVick answers with a simple shake of his head.\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]<</if>>

"He's gone?" Nadia sounds surprised, "He's either at home, at the Barmaid's Daughter, or out fishing," She shrugs, "And he hasn't done much fishing the last couple of years," \n\nShe gives you a sympathetic look, "Sorry I cant be more help than that."\n\n"That's ok, thanks anyway," I reply.\n\nWith a little smile and a wink, "Anytime," Nadia replies.<<set $Lie to "Played">>\n\n[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>[[Ask about your physical changes.|Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]

<<back>>\n\nThis game contains Adult Content. \n\nFirst off, it should be noted that this game //features// slow Male-to-Female transformation.\n\nWithin this game, you can also expect to see:\n-Oral Sex\n-Vaginal Sex\n-Anal Sex\n-Non-Consensual (Rape) sex\n-M/F Sex\n-F/F Sex\n-Prostitution\n-Tentacle Sex\n-Supernatural Sex\n-Bestiality\n-Masturbation\n-Threesomes\n-Orgies\n\nAll of these things have the potential to appear in the game at one point or another. Additional items may be added to this list as needed.\n\n<<back>>\n\n\n

//<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>The hermaphrodite <</if>> looks at me, her breath ragged from screaming, tears flowing freely from her eyes. Her breath catches when the tip of my knife touches the hollow at the base of her neck. I can see something change in her eyes, //She can sense what is coming,// causing me to smile down at her in understanding. She closes her eyes tightly just before I pierce the perfect hollow, then draw the blade down across her sternum, cutting to the bone.\n\nAll around us, the chanting continues to grow louder and louder, intent to drown out the sounds of my victim.\n\nAt first, she screams from the pain, but then something else begins to happen. In my excitement, I reach down, taking hold of her cock and beginning to stroke it, even half limp from the pain, it begins to harden again. \n\nDropping the knife to one side, I watch in wonder as the flesh near the cut I just made begins to move, like something //inside// is searching for the wound. First one, then several other stark white fingers slip through the opening. Perfect porceline fingers smeared with crimson.\n\nThe cock in my hands seems to swell, throbbing with impending release as its owner is being torn apart from the inside. I watch as cum begins to fly from the tip in thick white streams, //a fitting tribute to the birth of our great mistress,// to splash across the bloody fingers reaching out from inside of <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>chest.\n\nI watch as the fingers take hold of the edges of the wound, grasping the bloody flesh, then shoving with inhuman strength. The wound is wretched open wide, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones and tearing meat. I look up at the vessel's face, seeing shock in her expression, her eyes already beginning to glaze with shock and impending death. Blood bubbles at her lips and leaks out one side of her mouth. \n\nWhen //her// arms reach out of the gaping wound in the vessel's chest, I lean forward, allowing //her// to take hold of me. I brace my hands on the stone table beneath me, but even so, //her// powerful grip is nearly enough to pull me into the vessel's dying body. \n\nStraining with all of my strength, inch by inch, //she// enters our world. Arms first, then head and shoulder before her perfect, pale torso begins to emerge from the now lifeless vessel. \n\nI know that I am unworthy to gaze upon such unspeakable beauty, but I am unable to look away as my Goddess is born before my eyes.\n\n//She// looks unsteady as //she// pulls her legs from the broken remains of the corpse that birthed her. \n\n"You are more beautiful than I ever imagined," I say, barely managing to whisper the words.\n\nI don't even notice right away that the other figures in the room have fallen silent, looking on in awe.\n\nZal'chaas tilts her head, pondering me, then reaches out towards me far too quickly for a mere mortal's eyes to follow to take me by the throat. I can feel how strong she is, even in her newborn state. She could snap my neck like a twig if she so desired. \n\nInstead, her grip loosens, then her fingers begin to trail down my body until she touches my manhood. The pain and surprise is enough to make me scream as her fingers tear into my tender flesh. She twists, then pulls, severing my proud cock with no visible effort before casually tossing it to the side. \n\nI look down in horrified shock to see blood gushing from the wound. Before my eyes, I see the wound close, pain unlike anything I could have ever imagined before surges through my body, like acid coursing through my veins. The remaining shredded flesh that was my penis pulls inwards, but before I can see a vagina begin to tryly form, my chest heaves forward, eclipsing the view with a pair of full breasts. My vision fades, turning gray around the edges as I barely resist the urge to black out.\n\nIn seconds, my masculine body transforms into that of a woman's.//\n\n[[Continue.|Night8b]]

I kneel down for a closer look at the White Goo. At a glance, I notice that it seems to have a slight luminescent quality. \n\nThe second thing I notice is the way it seems to cling to the twigs and dry grass. \n\nI glance around, finding a small stick, then returning my attention to the goo. With almost exaggerated care, I poke it with the tip of the stick. In spite of it's thick, fluid appearance; when poked, it moves, and sticks to the stick like grease or tar.\n\nI raise the stick up for a closer look.\n\n//Rhucc'na, we'chupuuha,// the feminine voice urges seductively.\n\nAn unnatural urge to taste the fluid washes over me, but I try to fight it down.\n\n[[Resist the urge.]]\n\n[[Touch the White Goo.]]\n\n

//I feel a thrill go through me at the realization that I am to be her first tribute upon entering our world. Both fear and excitement war within me, //I'm not worthy.//\n\nShe pushes me onto my back, then quickly mounts on top of me. I have just enough time to look down at her massive phallus before she shoves the too large member between the folds of my freshly created vagina. Something tears inside of me as she forces herself inside with inhuman strength. A stab of pain against a world of bliss. I can barely breathe as I feel the head of her flared cock push into my womb, then past it as she forces herself deeper than any penis is intended to go inside a woman.\n\nI quiver upon the stone table as she uses me for her pleasure. The pain inside of me is acute, and I have little doubt that her violent entry has damaged things inside of me that will lead to my death, but even in the face of that, her touch is bliss and I welcome it even if it means my end.\n\nAgain and again, she slams her cock into me, forcing a grunt from me with each new thrust. When she shoves forward, I can feel her large balls press firmly against me, then a liquid heat like fire begins to fill me. Feeling her essence enter me in such a personal way, I feel myself cumming around her cock. \n\nMy vision begins to fade, and part of me can tell that its because I am dying.\n\nThere's a wet slurping sound as she pulls out of me, a thick mixture of blood and cum gushing from my freshly used hole in her wake.\n\nI feel like the sun has passed behind a cloud when she looks away from me, my life not having meaning unless //she// blesses me with her notice once more.\n\nPerhaps the thought alone is enough to draw her attention back to me because she turns her head again, regarding me again with her featureless face. She reaches out, and I smile in rapture, as she touches my cheek, delicate fingers tracing my jaw line before cradling my cheek. Her other hand joins the first, doing the same with the other side of my face. \n\n//She loves me,// I have just enough time to think before she wrenches my head from my shoulders with a single savage twist.\n\n[[Continue.|Night 8 Wake]]

<<set $Mutation +=1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to loose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>><<set $Mutation += 1>>

"You know as much as anyone I've met here on Wanton Cove, and you've been more open as well," I pull the bundled book out of my jacket. \n\nSensing that this could be something important, Mr Morichi quickly moves his teapot to one side of his little table to make room for the book.\n\n"I found this while looking around the island, and I was wondering if you might be able to tell me anything about it?" With care, I unwrap the book and lay it on the cleared portion of the table.\n\nMr Morichi lets out a little whistle that seems to hang in the air for an unusually long amount of time, "It has been years since I last laid eyes on this," His tone holds almost a reverence, "Might I ask where you procured this?"\n\nI consider refusing to say, but given how open he has been with me, I feel like I owe him the same courtecy, "I found it in the basement of the old Church."\n\nNodding slowly, "That makes sense," His eyes turn upwards to meet mine, "Pastor Erkon purchased this book from me a few short months before his untimely demise. It became his obsession if what people have said is true."\n\nMr Morichi reaches out, almost touching the book, but then wrapping the cloth back around it instead to cover the old tome, "It supposedly belonged to Zodak Alhazred and was one of the few things that survived when part of the bluff collapsed, taking him and his home into the sea's embrace,"<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//So this comes back to Mr Morichi and his family,// My thoughts trail off into dark places, the voice murmering in my mind sounds suddenly pleased.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>\n\n//It all returns here. How could this be related to Mr Morichi, does he have some secret part in all of this?//<<endif>>\n\nHis mannerisms become almost dismissive as he nudges the book towards you as if its an unclean thing he does not wish to touch, "It always made me uncomfrotable, so when the pastor showed up at my doorstep asking if he could buy it, I gladly sold it to him. Though come to think of it, I never did learn how he discovered the book's existance in the first place."\n\nRealizing I'm unlikely to learn more, I chance the subject.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]

<<if $Nadia is "Not Played">>"Hi, I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>." I offer my hand in greeting.\n\nHer smile turns to a toothy grin as she extends her own hand to shake mine, "You can call me Nadia." She says pleasantly.\n\nI can't help but notice the coarse, almost scaly texture of her palm.\n\n"it's a pleasure to meet you." I reply. <<set $Nadia to "Played">><<else>>"<<print $PlayerName>>, what can I get you today?" Nadia purrs. <</if>>\n\n"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" I ask.\n\n"Not at all," Nadia starts to twirl a long strand of hair around her finger, biting her bottom lip in a way that I find terribly distracting.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 40>>//Maybe she knows something about what could be doing this to me,// I think, looking down at body, //She had to have noticed I look a little different by now.//\n\n[[Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]\n\n<</if>>[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $JackobsonHouse is 3>>\n\n[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]\n

"Name's <<print $PlayerName>>, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>" I offer the old sailor my hand.\n\nHe looks at it, but doesn't take it, "Cobb," He replies, his eyes momentarily flickering to our surroundings.\n\n//He's scared of something.// My instincts tell me.\n\n"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" I ask.\n\n"Yeah, I mind," Cobb says, his attention shifting out over the cove. As he turns away from me, he shuffles his feet slightly.\n\n<<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10 or ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 7>>My eyes flicker towards his feet. I notice his foot is at an odd angle, as if he's trying to hide something. I can see a hint of some kind of white fluid at the edge of his boot. Strangely, it appears to glow slightly.\n\nMy eyes settle back on his face before he looks back at me again.<<set $SailorGoo1 to "Played">>\n\n<<endif>>"Wanton Cove doesn't get many outsiders," He finally says when it becomes obvious that you don't intend to leave immediately, "You'd do yourself a service by getting back on the ferry when it leaves in the morning.\n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerIntimidation) gte 5>>[[Try to scare some information out of him.][$CobbIntimidate to "Played"]]<<endif>>\n<<if ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 5>>[[Try to persuade him to talk to you.][$CobbStreetwise to "Played"]]<<endif>>\n[[Talk with him for a few minutes.]]\nor \n[[Head into the center of town.|getTownLink()]]

The forest canopy roars as heavy raindrops pummel the leaves over head. It only takes a few second before the heavy rain starts to make it to the ground, the leaves dipping to pour the rain to the ground in little streams of chilly water.\n\nPulling my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the downpour, [[I continue walking down the path.|Trail]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>Glancing towards the ocean, I can see flashes of lightning among the clouds. Occasionally I can hear a faint growl of thunder reach me from across the water.\n\nAcross the sky, I can see dark streaks of heavy rain. \n\n[[Continue through the rain.|overgrown park]] <<else>>As I walk, a light drizzle begins.\n\nAll around me, it's as if the air simply became //so// saturated with moisture that it can no longer hold it all, but is reluctant to release the water it holds.\n\nReluctantly, I pull my long coat a little tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]<<endif>>

Stepping through the doorway, I step face first into a spider's web. \n\nI cry out softly in disgust, cringing back as I try to wipe the web from my face. I've nearly finished clearing the web from my hair and skin when I feel something along my jaw line. Swatting at it in a near panic, I feel my hand make contact with the web's owner, flinging the quarter sized spider several feet away from myself.\n\nI start to take a step, to stomp on the little creature, but it moves faster, running across the floor to dissappear beneath the nearest pew.\n\nFighting back a little shudder, I turn my attention to [[my surroundings.|stepping carefully inside.]]

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the dock the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<</if>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the yellowed grass the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]<</if>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 65>><<if $Mutation gte 7>>"Changes?" Phil grimaces, "Truth is, things like that seem to happen here in Wanton Cove, and no one likes to talk about it."<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a piece of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I've pulled things out of the sea that look almost as human as you do at this point, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>"Changes?" Phil grimaces, "Truth is, things like that seem to happen here in Wanton Cove, and no one likes to talk about it."<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a bit of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I had noticed your features are getting a bit gray, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<else>>"Changes?" Phil grimaces, "Truth is, things like that seem to happen here in Wanton Cove, and no one likes to talk about it."\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a bit of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I had noticed your features look a bit on the, uh, //soft// side."<<endif>><<else>><<if $Mutation gte 7>>"Yeah, I couldn't help but notice you've started to grow a pretty nice set of tits," He says bluntly, his eyes shifting to your chest for a few seconds before returning to your face.\n\n"Was trying to be polite and not draw extra attention to it though by saying something," He shrugs, the motion only serving to emphasize how just how powerfully built the man is.<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a piece of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I've pulled things out of the sea that look almost as human as you do, tits or not, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>"Yeah, I couldn't help but notice you've started to grow a pretty nice set of tits," He says bluntly, his eyes shifting to your chest for a few seconds before returning to your face.\n\n"Was trying to be polite and not draw extra attention to it though by saying something," He shrugs, the motion only serving to emphasize how just how powerfully built the man is.<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a bpiece of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I had noticed your features are getting a bit gray too, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<else>>"Yeah, I couldn't help but notice you've started to grow a pretty nice set of tits," He says bluntly, his eyes shifting to your chest for a few seconds before returning to your face.\n\n"Was trying to be polite and not draw extra attention to it though by saying something," He shrugs, the motion only serving to emphasize how just how powerfully built the man is.\n\n"After all, growing tits has to be aweful awkward," His eyes shift to my chest a second time, this time his expression is apprasing.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[Nevermind. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

<<if $babyAzumi is "Played" && $AzumiFriend is "Played" && $Cabin is "Played">><<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 11>>"I'm afraid I have something I want to know that you're probably not going to like talking about," I begin cautiously.\n\nA slight smile pulls at the corner of Mr Morichi's mouth, "Thus is the cost of friendship at times. Perhaps one of these visits I shall ask an uncomfortable question of my own, just to watch you squirm for a change," His little laugh sounds forced.\n\n"I'd like to ask you more about the Pastor."\n\nThe small smile on Mr Morichi's lips falters, his eyes taking on a distinct sadness, "You may ask," He replies.\n\n"Your photo album from before, there's a picture of him in there, holding Azumi when she was a baby," I begin.\n\nMr Morichi nods slowly, waiting for me to continue.\n\nI spend a couple of seconds considering how to continue, finally I decide to come straight out with it, "I not sure that he committed suicide." \n\nMr Morichi's eyebrows raise slightly, "Someone murdered him you think?" His eyes never leave yours as he reaches for his tea.\n\n"No, unless he has a brother that looks just like him, then I think he may still be alive."\n\nAmusement flashes across his features, but vanishes just as quickly when he realizes that I am serious. Leaning back with an exaggerated slowness, he raises his cup for a small sip.\n\n"I met a man in the forest. Said his name was Vick."\n\nThe surprise in Mr Morichi's eyes is all the confirmation I need to know its the same man, "He's clearly unwell, ranting, and difficult to understand. He's got a cabin out there and bones //everywhere.//"\n\nSitting his cup down, Mr Morichi leans toward me, "Was there supposed to be a question in there somewhere?"\n\nI open my mouth to reply, then realize that he's right, "I guess not."\n\n"Victor Erkon was, //is//, a good man. If you see him again, let him know that I am sorry for any misfortune he may have experienced at the hands of my daughter, and that he is still welcome in my home if he ever wishes to visit."\n\nMr Morichi falls into silence, his expression troubled, but otherwise unreadable. The seconds stretch into minutes as the two of you sit in silence. Eventually, Mr Morichi clears his throat, "Forgive me for being a poor host. You bring tidings that an old friend is still alive, yet I reward you with an uncomfortable silence."\n\n"It's alright, I think its something I will look into further while here on the island. If I'm able to learn anything, I'd be happy to share it with you.\n\nMr Morichi nods, "I would be grateful for that." His expression is distant, like his mind is elsewhere still. \n\nFeeling like I won't learn anything further, I decide it may be best to simply change the subject.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>"Can I ask you some more questions about Pastor Erkon?"\n\nMr Morichi's lips become a thin line for a second, then he sighs, "Thus is the cost of friendship at times. Perhaps one of these visits I shall ask an uncomfortable question of my own, just to watch you squirm for a change," His smile doesn't quite touch his eyes.\n\n"When you were showing me your photo album before, there was a picture of him holding Azumi as a baby. I've seen him before."\n\n"A small world then, he didn't travel much."\n\n"No, I've seen him on this island, since coming here."\n\nMr Morichi's expression become skeptical.\n\n"I met a man in the forest. Said his name was Vick."\n\nThe surprise in Mr Morichi's eyes is all the confirmation I need to know its the same man, "He's clearly unwell, ranting, and difficult to understand. He's got a cabin out there and bones //everywhere.//"\n\nSitting his cup down, Mr Morichi leans toward me, "Was there supposed to be a question in there somewhere?"\n\nI open my mouth to reply, then realize that he's right, "I guess not."\n\n"Victor Erkon was, //is// if what you say is true, a good man. If you see him again, let him know that I am sorry for any misfortune he may have experienced at the hands of my daughter, and that he is still welcome in my home if he ever wishes to visit."\n\nMr Morichi falls into silence, his expression troubled, but otherwise unreadable. The seconds stretch into minutes as the two of you sit in silence. Eventually, Mr Morichi clears his throat, "Forgive me for being a poor host. You bring tidings that an old friend is still alive, yet I reward you with an uncomfortable silence."\n\n"It's alright, I think its something I will look into further while here on the island. If I'm able to learn anything, I'd be happy to share it with you.\n\nMr Morichi nods, "I would be grateful for that." His expression is distant, like his mind is elsewhere still. \n\nFeeling like I won't learn anything further, I decide it may be best to simply change the subject.\n\n<<else>>"I have questions concerning the Pastor," I ask bluntly.\n\nMr Morichi's expression hardens, "I may have answers."\n\n"I've heard he committed suicide, but I think he is still alive."\n\n"And I think this jest is in poor taste," Mr Morichi replies flatly.\n\nI take a deep breath, staving off an angry retort, "I met a man in the forest. He looks like the Pastor holding Azumi in your photo album, just a bit older and unkempt," I can see Mr Morichi preparing to cut in, but I continue anyway, "He said his name was Vick."\n\nWhatever Mr Morichi was prepared to say is stillborn on his lips. His mouth closes slowly, then he leans back in his seat, the unhappy expression before slowly transforming into one of curiosity, "You have not struck me as someone who jumps to conclusions easily, if you say you saw someone who looks like Victor Erkon, then I believe that is true. His first name was never widely known," By the end of it, he sounds like he's talking more to himself than to me.\n\n"Victor Erkon was, //is// if what you say is true, a good man. If you see him again, let him know that I am sorry for any misfortune he may have experienced at the hands of my daughter, and that he is still welcome in my home if he ever wishes to visit."\n\nMr Morichi falls into silence, his expression troubled, but otherwise unreadable. The seconds stretch into minutes as the two of you sit in silence. Eventually, Mr Morichi clears his throat, "Forgive me for being a poor host. You bring tidings that an old friend is likely still alive, yet I reward you with an uncomfortable silence."\n\n"That's fine, I think its something I will look into further while here on the island. If I'm able to learn anything, I'll be sure to share it with you.\n\nMr Morichi nods, "I would be grateful for that." His expression is distant, like his mind is elsewhere still. \n\nFeeling like I won't learn anything further, I decide it may be best to simply change the subject.<</if>>\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "True">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<</if>><</if>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]<<else>>"I hear that the Pastor of Wanton Cove committed suicide up on this bluff," I gesture vaguely out the window.\n\n"So I have heard," Mr Morichi replies dryly, "One would think you are here to solicit information from me rather than a friendly visit."\n\nMy expression must amuse him because I can see his smile just touch his eyes.\n\nBefore I can open my mouth to reply, he begins to speak, "Forgive my small amusement," He replies, "No matter how good a guest you are, I understand your visit to Wanton Cove is not one for pleasure." \n\nTaking a long sip of his tea, he levels his gaze on me, "You would like me to start at the beginning and tell you all I know?" As he speaks, I can see his expression darken, becoming somewhat haunted.\n\nI nod, "Yes please."\n\n"Count yourself fortunate," He raises his cup to his lips and drains it before sitting it back down, his expression is clearly unhappy, "While this is something most of the locals know, or at least expect, its something I have not personally spoken of before you."\n\nMr Morichi pauses, his eyes locked on my own. They bore into mine like he is searching my soul for some deep understanding on my part.\n\nI wilt slightly under that hard look, feeling uncomfortable and lacking anything to say.\n\n"Indulge me, this story begins long before Pastor Erkon's suicide," He pauses, looks at his empty cup then back at me. He opens his mouth like he's preparing to speak, but then stops and pours himself another cup.\n\n"My family has always been a part of this town, but always apart from it. We have had few friends, and I am no exception in that regard. Azumi's mother demanded that she be baptised when she was born."\n\n//I don't recall him mentioning Azumi's mother before, from his tone, I can tell it is a topic that hurts him deeply.//\n\n"Pastor Erkon held a private ceremony for it, and while she was a generally happy baby, I had never seen her so happy as when he held her that day," Mr Morichi looks at his cup, but does not pick it up, "The two had an affinity for one another, both seemed happier in the other's presence. He would come visit regularly, every couple of days just to see how Azumi was doing. He was welcome in my home, and he was the only friend Azumi had as a child."\n\nMr Morichi's expression pinches, like he's trying to force himself past something difficult, "Until she came of age," His voice is horse as he says it, like the words were flayed before spilling from his mouth, "She began touching him inappropriately, and exposing herself to him. I could tell that it bothered him, but he kept coming to visit anyway, saying 'God has a plan, even if we don't understand it.' and I think he believed it when he said it."\n\nStopping, he glances at his cup again, this time he picks it up and rises it to his lips. I can see him breathe deeply of the bitter fluid, but he only takes a small sip before sitting the cup back on its saucer, "He was the first person she ever raped. She begged him to have his way with her, and when he refused, she sodomized him."\n\nThe expression on his face is full of pain, his eyes wet like he might cry. His voice is husky when he continues, "He did not return to the mansion after that, though I heard he would sometimes walk up to the bluff afterwards. Azumi didn't understand. The only man other than her father who ever seemed to care about her, suddenly wouldn't come to visit anymore."\n\n"How do you tell your daughter that her misguided act of love drove away away the very person she hoped to grow closer to?" Lacking anything to say, I remain silent, waiting for Mr Morichi to continue.\n\nThere's heartache in his voice, the heartache of a father who wants to see their child happy, and knowing there is nothing they can do to bring it about, "I heard that the Pastor began acting strange after that. The book I had loaned him became an obsession to him, and he started acting paranoid, like he was on the cusp of madness. It continued to get worse over the couple of years that followed. At the same time, Azumi became uncontrollable, sneaking out of the house at all hours, looking for //him// but taking her frustrations out on anyone she encountered."\n\nMr Morichi lets out a heavy sigh, a slight shudder in his voice as he does so. He dabs at his eyes, then looks at the moisture on his fingers like the sight is completely alien to him.\n\nHis voice has a hollow quality when he continues, "Azumi found him the night before. She swears that she didn't hurt him, that when she saw him at the church, he screamed at her, saying all kinds of vile things. She came home crying, heartbroken."\n\nI remain quiet, letting him talk in his own time, "I heard the next day that he had thrown himself from the bluff. No one mentioned Azumi, though I often wonder if their encounter might have been what triggered his suicide," He trails off for several seconds before continuing, "He was a good man, and the center of my daughter's world."\n\nHis lips become a thin line across his face as he presses them together, clearly struggling to hold back tears. It takes him a while to recompose himself, "I unfortunately know no more than that on the subject, and I ask that you not speak to Azumi about it, I would not see her hurt by the memory."<<set $AzumiFriend to "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "True">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the sidewalk the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>>\n

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Pausing, I can see something white, glowing faintly, dripping slowly from a broad leaf of a bush at about hip level. \n\nLeaning in, I see that its the same kind of White Goo I have seen before. \n\nWatching a thick dollop of the fluid drip slowly towards the ground, its thick consistancy allowing it to streatch several inches before a bit breaks off and falls to the ground to join a growing puddle of it beside the trail. //Whatever left this must have done so recently.// \n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\nor\n[[Investicate Closer.|TG1]]\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>><<set $GooCounter += 1>>I step in something slick, half skidding, half falling before I can catch myself. \n\nMy hand and part of my leg smeared in a fresh coating of mud, I get back to my feet with an unhappy growl under my breath.\n\nTurning my attention to what I just stepped in, I can see another of those puddles of White Goo.\n\nSilently cursing myself for not seeing it before I stepped in it, I lean closer for a better look. \n\nOther than the smear of it stretching across the ground where my stepping in it spread it across the trail, I see nothing about this puddle that seems any different than what I have encountered before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\nor\n[[Investicate Closer.|TG1]]\n\n<<else>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>>Among the rocky mud that makes up the trail I am walking on, I can see a faintly glowing patch of ground. \n\nWhen I near it, I can see that its a puddle of the same strange luminescent White Goo I have seen before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\nor\n[[Investicate Closer.|TG1]]\n\n<<endif>><<else>>I see a sheen on a nearby puddle, though the sight does not immediately catch my attention. It takes me a moment to realize that that whatever is in the water is thick, white, and puts off a faint glow.\n\nMy curiosity suddenly piqued, I move closer. Whatever it is, it floats in the water, and I get a nagging sensation that whatever I am looking at is somehow familiar. \n\nReaching out, I touch the substance in curiosity, the substance seeming to cling to my fingertips. "What the heck is this stuff?" I wonder out loud.\n\nRaising my fingertips to my face, I sniff, but all I can smell is a slightly sweet hint of salt.\n\nAfter several seconds of looking at the fluid, I realize that there isn't nearly as much on my fingertips as there was originally. Quickly, I wipe what's left off on the leg of my pants, then step around the puddle.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\n<<set $Taint += 1>><<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $random to random(1,8)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" && $random gte 5>>Nearby, I can see the large creature, one of the gray-green fish menpeople, position itself to attack.\n\nNeedle sharp teeth fill a too wide mouth. Beneath those bulbious eyes and horrible mouth though is a scaly gray green creature with thick scaly looking skin. \n\nIts body glistens in the rain at it stares unnervingly at me, one eye blinking slowly just a second before the other does.\n\nA cold dread settles into my belly, the familiar weight of my trusty .38 Special bringing me little comfort with what I have little doubt is about to come.\n\nAs if sensing my realization, it bares its mouth full of razor sharp teeth menacingly. Making the same sound that drew my attention in the first place, the creature lunges at me.\n\n[[Fight|fight2]]<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<elseif $random lte 3 && $Day gte 5>>Motion draws my attention to a sickly pale shape moving my direction. Turning towards it, I can see something hiddeous. \n\nToo wide eyes stare at me as its massive mouth opens to reveal a double row of needle like teeth. \n\nIn instinctively reach for my .38 Special at the same moment the abomonation charges.\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(5,7)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>> \s\n\n[[Fight|fight]]<<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Near one of the warehouses, I can see someone standing in the shadows, watching me. \n\nI pause, my hand reaching for my .38 Special, its presence bringine me a sense of comfort. Almost as soon as I do so, the figure moves, his stride and demeanor setting off alarms in the back of my mind. \n\nThe man is almost to me by the time my .38 Special clears its holster.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>On the docks, I see a figure looking at me. I can't tell if its a man or a woman, but the anger coming off of the figure is almost a physical thing.\n\nMy hand reaches for my .38 Special at almost the exact moment that I see a smile touch the figure's lips.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I hear a boot strike the wooden dock just outside of my pariphial vision. \n\nInstinct kicks in, I take a half step to the side as I turn towards the sound, my hand finding my .38 Special with practiced ease.\n\nMy .38 Special clears its holster as the figure rushes me.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $enemyWeapon = "gun">>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 30>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,6)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><</if>><</silently>> \s\n\n[[Fight|fight]]<<endif>>\n

<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>I'm not really sure why I walk up onto the bluff, but I discover myself standing in the shadow of the Morichi mansion, looking up at the tall building.\n\nI'm about to turn around and leave when I hear something above.\n\nTurning my eyes upward, I can see a window, metal bars covering it, //Azumi's room,// I realize.\n\n"Back door," You can hear Azumi's voice carry barely loud enough to hear over the wind, "Don't let anyone see you!"\n\nYou almost miss the glint of metal as something falls from the window. Taking a quick step back, you follow the object as it falls, seeing it splash down in the muddy water. \n\nKneeling down, you feel around in the mud and water in search of whatever was just thrown to you. Your fingers close around a fist full of mud and something small. Lifting your hand, you can't see what is it, so you swish your hand about in the puddle to rinse most of the mud from your fist before looking again. \n\nAn old metal key lays across your palm. \n\n//I was told not to come back,// You think, looking at the key, //But maybe I can sneak in and visit with Azumi one more time?//\n\nYou look up at the window. Taking a step back so you can see it better, you can see the drapes covering the interior of the window, but no sign of Azumi.\n\nAbsently, I slip the key into my coat pocket.\n\n[[Approach the back door.]]<<set $AzumiKey to "true">>\n\n<<else>>Motion at one of the windows on the second story of the mansion draws my attention. I can see the pink drapes settling back into place behind the heavy metal bars outside the window.\n\n//Seems I had a secret observer,// The thought amuses me more than anything else.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Bluff]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>Light occasionally dances across the sky, punctuated by the rumble of thunder. \n\nGlancing up at the sky, I can see heavy, dark clouds roiling as rain falls heavily all around me.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|Run down part of town.]] <<else>>Slow and steady, the rain continues to fall as if the clouds hold an endless supply of moisture. \n\nAs I walk, I can see where the rain hits the puddles, creating little rings in the water before being swallowed by the ripple created by the next drop to strike the water.\n\nI absently pull my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the weather.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

<<if $Day is 4>><<set $FCounter += 1>><<endif>><<if $FCounter is 3>>I'm standing right in front of the Barmaid's Daughter when a man steps through the door. When his eyes settle on me I see his too large eyes dialate visibly. The sight is so surreal that the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n"You! You filthy outsider, //she// looks upon you," He tilts his head hard to one side, the crackling of his neck clear in the damp air, "They should have killed you when you first arrived," He roars\n\nPutting actions to words, he lunges at me. \n\n//Who are 'they'?// I have just enough time to wonder before I find myself defending my life.\n\n<<if ($PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength) gte 11>>His undisciplined fighting style gives him a moment's advantage, but as soon as I deflect his initial attack, I jab with my right fist catching him in the gut. His breath leaves in whoosh and he nearly falls to the ground.\n\nInstead of staying down like I expect him to, he grabs my legs and stands, hurling me into the air where I crash into the mud several paces away. \n\n"Got some questions to answer," I say through gritted teeth.\n\nYears of experience has me back on my feet even before he can close the distance. Instead of facing a prone opponent, I meet him head on. I swing my fist in a powerful left hook that strikes with bone jarring force. I grit my teeth at the sudden pain lancing up to my elbow. \n\nThe man however does not fare nearly as well. I can see blood at his mouth already where the inside of his cheek was split against his teeth. He starts to turn towards me, spitting blood in my direction.\n\nNot taking any chances, I hit him a second time before he can fully regain his bearings. This time he goes down in the mud. \n\n<<elseif ($PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength) gte 6>>His fighting style might be unrefined, but his sudden attack gives him an early advantage all the same.\n\nThe man's fist catches my shoulder with enough force to drive me back a step. His followup to the ribs forces the wind from my lungs. \n\nFor a second, he towers over me triumphantly. He prepares to take another swing at me, but I quickly lunge at him in spite of the fact I can barely breathe. I hit him hard in the chest with my shoulder, knocking him off his feet as I follow him to the ground, driving my own weight into his chest when we land. Air explodes from his lungs.\n\nKneeling over him, I hit him twice in the face, breaking his nose with the second hit.\n\n<<else>><<set $CharHP = 1>>I barely even see it coming. He hits me in the jaw, sending me sprawling to the ground. Before I can regain my bearings, he's already on me, pinning me to the ground as he rains down blows. My head is ringing, stars bursting behind my eyes with every punch as he pummels my face and head. \n\nWithin moments, I can feel my vision starting to blur around the edges, the thought of this man killing me sends a surge of adrenaline through me. With a sudden burst of desperate energy, I drive my knee up into the man's groin. I dont have time to appreciate the expression on his face however. Pitching to the side, I dump the man off of me, and lacking the strength to prop myself up for a proper punch, I bring my elbow down on his face several times instead.\n\nFor the next several seconds, I lay there in the mud beside the man, trying to regain my strength. I can tell that I'm badly hurt, but I somehow manage to stagger to my feet all the same.\n\n<<endif>>I have just enough time to realize that I won the fight, that I might be able to get some kind of answer from this man, when I see blood surge from his mouth.\n\n//What the hell?// I move quickly to help, just in time for him to spout more blackish blood all over my arm and side.\n\nThe man smiles up at me, revealing a double row of pointy, blood covered teeth, shredded flesh between them.\n\nHe chokes, gags, and then pukes another mouth full of blood onto the ground at your feet, bits of flesh that can only be his tongue amongst the gore.\n\nI'm powerless to do anything as I watch this man, this man who just chewed off his own tongue rather than talk to me, as he bleeds quickly bleeds out, sagging into a puddle of his own dark blood.\n\nI stagger back a couple of steps, unsure that there was anything I could do to help the man.\n\nEventually, I step towards the Barmaid's Daughter, stepping inside of the door, "The man who just left here!" I hell, bringing all conversation in the establishment to a halt, "Who was he? And why did he just attack me?"\n\nSeveral of the people in the place look towards Aaron as if seeking an answer, and its Aaron who finally does, "Anton? He's a good man, but doesn't hold his drink well," Aaron looks concerned, then finally asks, "What's this 'Who //was//' business?"\n\n"He's dead. I told him I was going to ask him some questions and he bit his own tongue off."\n\nThe statement leaves several people looking unsettled, especially the females in the tavern.\n\nA couple of people rush past me out the door but one of them quickly returns, "No one there, but there's a lot of blood just outside the door." \n\nConfused, I quickly step back outside the door, and sure enough, blood and bits of flesh still lay in the mud, but the rain is quickly washing the gore away already.\n\nI'm left standing in the mud, wondering what happened. After a while, I take a quick look around the area, but seeing no sign of my attacker, return to where the fight took place. Already, I can barely make out the diluted blood among the puddles.\n\nStepping back inside the Barmaid's Daughter, I try to talk to a few of the people inside, but no one can shed any light on the situation.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>Stepping into the Barmaid's Daughter, I pause for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the lighting in the bar.\n\nThe main room is filled with the stench of cigar smoke, cheap alcohol, and stale sweat, with a none-too-subtle undertone of old piss and vomit.\n\nHanging high on the walls are far too few small oil lamps, illuminating the dim interior with dull flickering light.\n\nThe Barmaid's Daughter is decorated in a nautical theme, old fishing nets, taxidermied sea life, and bit's of driftwood. Scattered across the floor is a series of stained tables and old mismatched chairs.\n\n<<if $Day is 2 && $Sighting1 is "Not Played">>Suddenly, my heart races as I see a familiar tuft of carrot red hair near a poorly lit table on the other end of the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\n"Tom!" I call out before I consciously realize what I'm seeing.\n\nThe young man's face looks up suddenly, alarm in his shadowed features, //Its him!// \n\nI've barely finished calling his name when he turns and darts for the exit.\n\n//What the hell?// I think, dashing after him, heedless of who or what I crash into in my headlong rush to catch up with him.\n\nI can hear cries of alarm and outrage in my wake as people's drinks are spilled or they are knocked into other people.\n\nPrecious long seconds later, I finally manage to shove my way out the back door of the Barmaid's Daughter and into the mud slick alley beyond. <<if ($PlayerSecurity + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>I glance around, looking for any sign of Tom's passing. In the mud, I can see a trail of rapidly filling puddles created some someone running down the alley. \n\nI spring back into action, following the footsteps. I almost loose the trail when I see motion near an abandoned building. \n\nThere, more than a block ahead of me, I see someone quickly duck around a corner towards the forest.\n\nI follow, slightly more cautious now. Knowing that the figure is within earshot, I call out, "Tom! I know you can hear me. Its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, your father sent me to find you. Please, come out, your father is worried about you, I'm here to bring you home!" \n\nFor a couple of minutes, I stand there, hoping that he will return, but eventually, I let out a heavy sigh.\n\nAs if to add insult to injury, the sky seems to open up with a torrent of rain that leaves me soaked to the bone within seconds. \n\nMy boots squelching in the muck and mud beneath my feet, I make my way slowly back towards the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nOnce back inside, the hostility in the air is almost a physical thing, hard angry eyes turning towards me. \n\n"Sorry," I say softly, doubting that such a simple word will appease the crowd of patrons. To my surprise, I see a couple of them nod and return to their drinks, in the following seconds, others turn their attention back to their companions, their drinks, and their thoughts.\n\nInwardly, I let out a sigh of relief.\n\n[[Next.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Sighting1 to "Played">><<elseif $Day is 2 && $Sighting1 is "Played">>I glance around, looking for any sign of Tom's passing, but seeing nothing, I pick a direction at random and start to run. A minute later, with no further sign of Tom, I yell, "Tom! If you can hear me, its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, your father sent me to find you. Please, come out, your father is worried about you, I'm here to bring you home!"\n\nFor a couple of minutes, I stand there, hoping that he will return, but eventually, I let out a heavy sigh.\n\nAs if to add insult to injury, the sky seems to open up with a torrent of rain that leaves me soaked to the bone within seconds. \n\nMy boots squelching in the muck and mud beneath my feet, I make my way slowly back towards the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nOnce back inside, the hostility in the air is almost a physical thing, hard angry eyes turning towards me. \n\n"Sorry," I say softly, doubting that such a simple word will appease the crowd of patrons. To my surprise, I see a couple of them nod and return to their drinks, in the following seconds, others turn their attention back to their companions, their drinks, and their thoughts.\n\nInwardly, I let out a sigh of relief.\n\n[[Next.|The Barmaids Daughter][$Sighting1 to "Played"]] <<else>>Glancing around, I see no sign of his passing.\n\n"Tom! I know you can hear me. Its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, your father sent me to find you. Please, come out, your father is worried about you, I'm here to bring you home!" \n\nFor a couple of minutes, I stand there, hoping that he will return, but eventually, I let out a heavy sigh.\n\nAs if to add insult to injury, the sky seems to open up with a torrent of rain that leaves me soaked to the bone within seconds. \n\nMy boots squelching in the muck and mud beneath my feet as I turn towards the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nOnce back inside, the hostility in the air is almost a physical thing, hard angry eyes turning towards me. \n\n"Sorry," I say softly, doubting that such a simple word will appease the crowd of patrons. To my surprise, I see a couple of them nod and return to their drinks, in the following seconds, others turn their attention back to their companions, their drinks, and their thoughts.\n\nInwardly, I let out a sigh of relief.\n\n[[Next.|The Barmaids Daughter]] <<set $Sighting1 to "Played">><<endif>>\n\n<<else>><<if $GooCounter isnot 2>>Near the bar, <<if $Prostitute is "Played">>I see Tanya sitting on a stool.<<elseif $Prostitute is "Not Played">>a pretty girl, probably in her mid twenties.<</if>> Her shoulder length red hair has just a hint of a wave to it. Her piercing green eyes meet mine just a second before a slight smile finds it's way onto her full lips. <<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>>For just a second, I think I see a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I wrack my mind for any memory of her, but I quickly come to the conclusion that I don't know her.<<endif>>\n\n<<endif>>Behind the bar, my eyes fall on a portly little man. The thin wisps of hair on his head are matted to his skull with sweat and grime. I see his lip curl in distaste, then he turns his attention back to the bar, pointedly avoiding looking at me. Years of interviewing witnesses and suspects tells me that he doesn't want me here. \n\n<<if $GooCounter is 2>>Letting my eyes trail over the occupants of the Barmaid's Daughter, I see no sign of <<if $Prostitute is "Played">>Tanya.\n\n<<elseif $Prostitute is "Gone">><<else>>the pretty girl from before.\n\n<<endif>>//Must be off entertaining a client.// I think to myself. <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>><<if $Prostitute is "Played">>[[Talk to Tanya.|Tanya]] \n<<elseif $Prostitute is "Not Played">>[[Talk to the pretty girl near the bar.|Tanya]]\n\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $Pr is "Played">><<if $Barkeep is "Played">>[[Talk to Aaron.|Aaron]] <<else>>\n[[Talk to the Barkeep.|Aaron][$Barkeep to "Played"]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $Drunk is "Played">>Towards the corner of the room, near the bar itself, I can see the [[drunk from the Church.]]\n\n<<endif>><<if $Room is "Played">><<roomlink "Your room.">><<endif>>\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">>\n\n<<if $Day is 2>><<set $D2Sleep to "Played">><<endif>><<endif>><<set $GooCounter to random(0,2)>><<endif>><<set $Bed to "True">>

<<back>>\n\n!Abilities\nBrawn: Your physical prowess. This affects the following Skills: Brawling, Firearms, and Intimidation.\n\nIntelligence: Your mental faculties. This affects the following Skills: Investigation, Occult, Perception, and Security.\n\nSocial: Your natural charisma. This affects the following Skills: Etiquette, and Streetwise.\n\n!Skills\nBrawling: Your aptitude in a hand to hand fight.\nEtiquette: Your ability to efficiently interact with civil individuals.\nFirearms: Your aptitude with a firearm. This affects your likelihood of hitting your target.\nIntimidation: Your ability to force individuals to talk when they might not otherwise.\nInvestigation: Your police training, affects what you notice when viewing a crime scene or looking for clues.\nOccult: Your knowledge and understanding of things otherworldly. Helps you understand what you are looking at when seeing things of the occult nature, or helps when deciphering arcane texts and languages.\nPerception: Your alertness, helps you notice details you might otherwise miss.\nSecurity: Your knowledge of how to avoid or circumvent locks or other potential deterrents.\nStreetwise: Your ability to efficiently interact with less savory individuals.\n\n-Just like in any RPG, there is no right or wrong way to build your character, but how you build your character can have a HUGE effect on how the game plays.\n\n-Your core stats can be adjusted as low as 1 or as high as 10. These numbers are not just for skills. Sometimes in the game there will be a raw Attribute check that takes into account your Attribute scores only, without skills associted with them. In other words, you may have more skill points to use if you dump a bunch of points into Intelligence, but you'll suffer in situations that require an unmodified Brawn or Social check.\n\n-Your Attributes are a starting point and can have a huge impact on your skills as they are added to those scores for skill checks in the game.\n\n-Probably 90% of all skill checks range in difficulty from 5-12. For a well rounded game with the largest number of options, dialog, and descriptions during play, I'd recommend getting as many skills as you are able into the 10-12 range.\n\n-Having high rated skills in the range of 13-15 will give you access to scenes, lore, and dialog that would otherwise be impossible to access.\n\n-On rare occasions, skills will work in conjunction with each other, meaning that you might have to possess a combination of two skills at a certain level in order to completely experience the details of a particular scene\n\n-There is no leveling up in this game. Once your character is created, those will be your stats for the remainder of the game. Choose, . . . wisely, . . . \n\n<<back>>

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">><<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, a gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<endif>><<set $Mutation += 1>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">><<else>>\n<<if $random is 1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to loose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 54>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The wet cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of rain striking the rooftops is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//What the fuck does he think// he's //doing?// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He wouldn't have, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing wet and chilled, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My mouth feels a little slimy and tastes faintly of salt. Turning my head to the side, I spit a mouth full of whitish plhegm at the ground beside me before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nI notice that my pants are pulled low around my waist, as if my assailant had tried to pull them off of me, then gave up. \n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The soft wishper of light rain falling is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//Please don't.// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He did, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My ass hurts slightly, my pants tangled around my ankles. Reaching back, I touch my tender ass, my fingers coming away with what is clearly cum on my fingertips, //What the fuck is wrong with these people?//\n\nPulling my pants back up and securing my belt, I shudder slightly, not entirely from the cold.<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Stepping forward, my assailant grabs hold of a fist full of my hair, throwing me to the muddy ground. \n\nI catch myself on my hands and knees, my whole world tilting wildly as I try to stay upright. A familiar sound, but one I have difficulty placing in my disoriented state, cuts through the soundof my labored breathing. Turning towards the sound, I see my assailant moving towards me, his zipper down as he fishes his big dick out through the hole. //A zipper.// I think with disgust.\n\nThe man grabs a fist full of my hair again, slapping my face hard. Stars burst forth before my eyes, "Bitch needs to learn her place," He growls.\n\nBefore I have time to figure out what he means, I feel his hard cock shove past my lips into my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion, his firm grip on my hair keeps me from jerking away from his offending member. The man fucks my face savagely for maybe a dozen thrusts, then shoves me back down into the muddy street. \n\nI start trying to get up, but I feel his booted foot placed on my ass, then he pushes hard, sending me sprawling in the mud. I'm barely to my hands and knees again before I feel his rough hands on my hips, grabbing my pants and pulling them down almost to my knees with one savage yank.\n\nThe cool air on my ass, and alarmingly wet pussy makes me shiver. A feminine whimper, touched with a hint of fear, escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice, a clear indication of how much I've changed since arriving in Wanton Cove, frightens me almost as much as the realization that I'm about to be raped by this man.\n\nA second pull of my pants pulls them past my knees to tangle around my ankles. Before I can even fully assess my options, I feel both of the man's hands on my hips as he starts to shuffle into place behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<</if>>Within moments, the man's thrusting rhythmically into my pussy, the wet sounds filling me with embarrassment as I realize much of it is from the wetness of my own arousal.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are thrusting back to meet his own. The satisfied groan that escapes his lips only serves to make me blush crimson, his own thrusts starting to come quicker.\n\nI can feel a pressure starting to build within me, my pussy's rough fucking sending waves of pleasure through me.\n\nThe man thrusts forward suddenly, holding himself deep within my depths, his cock pressing firmly against my cervix. His cock pulses within me, hot cum exploding against my cerivix in jet after jet of his seed.\n\nMy own pussy convulses, like a massive wave crashing against the shore, the walls of my pussy milking his tool of his cum.\n\nThe man withdraws slowly, I can feel a trickle of his cum slip from my pussy to run slowly down my thigh.\n\nBreathing heavily, I lay face down in the cold, muddy street, my ass up in the air. Behind me, I can hear the man zip his pants back up, then a satisfied chuckle from him before his footsteps retreat into the distance.\n\nBarely fighting back a sob, I spend a few seconds cleaning myself up, then quickly dress myself.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The man steps towards me in a swift motion, like a cobra striking. His fist flashes out, catching me in the stomach, the air in my lungs expells violently, leaving me gasping to regain my breath. \n\nMy assailant wastes no time in shoving me down on my back on the cold, muddy ground. With a ferral grin, he pounces on me, one of his hands going around my throat while the other goes to the front of my pants, working to free me of my belt and pants. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 7>>Batting and clawing futilely at the arm holding my throat and thrashing wildly beneath him, the man barely acknowledges that I'm trying to break free of his grip.\n\nTugging at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 12>>Clawing and batting at the arm around my throat, my efforts are rewarded with a backhand to my face that leaves me seeing stars. \n\nWith his grip firmer than before, I have small satisfaction at the sight of blood trickling down his arm where my fingernails have gouged deep scratches in the flesh of his arm.\n\nTugging once more at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) gte 13>>Struggling beneath him, I dig my fingernails deep into the flesh of the man's wrist, probing for the nerve I know is there.\n\nThe man lets out an angry hiss as his grip loosens. Taking advantage of his distraction, I drive my knee up between his legs with enough force to knock him off of me. \n<</if>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Wish a firm push, the man sends me sprawling across the muccy street in the poor part of town.\n\nI barely manage to get to my hands and knees as I try to stand back up when his boot catches me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the sound a rasping groan as I curl in on myself, my arms protectively over my middle.\n\nA moment later, the man is on me, his hands pulling at my pants. I curl into a tighter ball, trying to make it more difficult to remove my pants, but the errort proves futile. The man half picks me up with the next pull, I think I hear something start to tear, then my pants pull free suddenly, reaching my knees before they catch again.\n\nThe man places a dirty boot on my ass as he pulls one more time, my pants passing my knees to tangle around my ankles.\n\nThe man's caloused hands grip my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.\n\n//Crack!// His hand strikes my ass with a sound that seems to carry into the distance. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, one of his hands sliding between my legs to brush my moist slit.\n\n"All ready then," The man growls, obviously pleased at my wetness. \n\nThen I feel the man moving behind me, spreading my legs as much as the tangled pants around my ankles will allow as he moves into position behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.<</if>>\n\nA few more thrusts and my body begins to respond on its own. I try desperately to ignore the pleasure, but it only takes a little while before I can feel my body building towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nThe man's cock inside of me glides in and out like a well oiled piston, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts becoming more insistant as he begins to near his peak.\n\nMy entire body tenses and trembles as my orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave. Behind me, the man holds onto my hips, hilting his throbbing cock deep inside of me.\n\nWith my pussy quivering around the cock probing my womb, I feel the man's penis pulse and jerk inside of me, filling me with a warmth that seems to seep into my soul.\n\nUncerimoniously, the man pulls out, I can feel his cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh.\n\nThe man pulls his pants up, already walking away without so much as a glance back at me.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><</if>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>\n<<set $Mutation +=1>><<endif>>

<<if $Body1Seen is "Not Played">>Moving closer to the scene, the man looks up, towards me. //What's Aaron doing out here?// Is my first thought.\n\nAaron glances at the mass again, then back to me, motioning for me to come.\n\nThe well dressed woman continues to look down at the pale mass on the ground, a blank look with just a hint of shock in her features. It's a look that I came to associate with people who had seen something horrible, and their mind is still trying to make sense of it. \n\n//Good luck with that.// I think darkly.\n\nA moment later, when I can see the shape better, it becomes gut wrenchingly obvious that the mass isn't just another dead fish, or some other bit of sea life, but is instead a pale and naked female body.\n\nMy mind instantly shifts gear, my eyes taking in everything in the immediate area, "Both of you should step back from the body, and don't touch anything." //Why does it feel like I'm suddenly back in my element after leaving the force?//\n\n//She was young, maybe in her mid twenties.// I think, //Dark hair, but it covers her face, obscuring who she might have been. Looks like a dislocated shoulder from the way her arm is twisted to one side. She was in good shape, athletic, . . . // I pause, my attention locked on her ankle, //An old scar, and a nasty one at that. Might be something that can help identify who she was.// \n\nMy eyes never leaving the body, I add, "Stay close, I'd like to ask you both some questions once I've had a chance to examine the body," My voice is firm and focused.\n\n[img[images/shoreBody.jpg]]\n\nSeveral paces away from the body, I pause, my eyes carefully going over every inch of the area surrounding the body for anything that seems out of place. All I see are jagged rocks, small bits of driftwood a bit down the beach, and the water lapping at the rocks right beside the body.\n\nIt takes me several minutes to walk around the body, looking for anything that might explain how, or when, the body might have come to rest among the rocks of Wanton Cove's shore.\n\n<<else>>Stepping back for a moment, I look over the scene again, taking in the details as I consider how best to proceed.\n\n<<endif>>[[Move closer for a better look.]]\n[[Question the woman.]]\n[[Question Aaron.]]\nor\n[[Finish up and move on.|B1Exit]]<<set $Body1 to "Played">>\n\n

Several minutes later, I'm jogging down the old forest trail, watching for the north fork of the trail. \n\nA gunshot, the deep boom of a rifle sounds from somewhere deeper in the frorest.\n\nMy pace slows as I listen. A second gunshot rings out, followed this time by a scream. \n\n<<if $PastorConfront is "True">>//That sounded like it came from the Pastor's place.// My pace quickens once more as I run in that direction. I hear gunfire two more times before I reach the clearing where his house is.\n\n//Boom!// I look towards the house. Vick, //Pastor Erkon// is standing over //something// wriething on the ground. Whatever is it is a mass of tantacles and teeth, blackish blood coating the ground near it and spattered across Victor's front. \n\n"I don't know how, but it got past the bones. I've never seen one of these things so big before," He says to me when he sees my approach.\n\n"What the hell is is?" I ask, my eyes scanning the treeline while keeping half an eye on the tentalce creature.\n\n"They're in the book, you're read it right?" The look in my eyes is all the answer he needs, "Well," He gestures at the thing, "What are you doing out here anyway?"\n\n"Azumi's been taken, Mr Morichi says she'll be at the Cathedral."\n\nI'm only a few paces away when he says, "Catch," and tosses the old Parker double barreled 20 gauge to me. I catch it with one hand, glance at the //thing// dying on the ground, then release the break to fish the spent shell from the one barrel. The other looks good, so I leave it. I'm just about to close the break again when Vick tosses a small leather bag to me, "Ammo, I'll go grab my rifle."\n\nI pause just long enough to check the bag, finding it full of additional shells. I reload the shotgun before stuffing the bag into my jacket and pointing the shotgun towards whatever the thing is on the ground is.\n\nA minute later, the //thing// has nearly stopped moving, and Vick returns with what looks like a hunting rifle in hand.\n\nThe man suddenly seems to pull himself straighter, the result is jarring as this pole of a man suddenly draws himself up to his full imposing height "So it begins," He says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, "We'd better get moving if we're going to help her," He adds much clearer.\n\nLacking any arguement, I nod in agreement. It's not until we are well on our way down the trail before I realize he allowed me to take the lead.\n\nEvery step I take after that makes me more uncomfortable than the last, realizing I have Vick standing right behind me with a rifle. I try to push aside the paranoia, but I can't quite shake the feeling that if he intended me harm, all he would have to do is point and pull the trigger, and I'd never be the wiser.\n\n<<elseif $WoodHouse is "Played">>//That sounded like it came from the Vick's place.// My pace quickens once more as I run in that direction. I hear gunfire two more times before I reach the clearing where his house is.\n\n//Boom!// I look towards the house. Vick is standing over //something// wriething on the ground. Whatever is it is a mass of tantacles and teeth, blackish blood coating the ground near it and spattered across Victor's front. \n\n"Ah doo'n noo how, but it goot pahs me bones. Nevveh een ohn dat big effore," He says to me when he sees my approach.\n\n"What the hell is is?" I ask, my eyes scanning the treeline while keeping half an eye on the tentalce creature.\n\n"Doon know," Vick shrugs, "Wat breens ye oot ere?"\n\n"Azumi's been taken, Mr Morichi says she'll be at the Cathedral."\n\nI'm only a few paces away when he says clearly, "Catch," and tosses the old Parker double barreled 20 gauge to me. I catch it with one hand, glance at the //thing// dying on the ground, then release the break to fish the spent shell from the one barrel. The other looks good, so I leave it. I'm just about to close the break again when Vick tosses a small leather bag to me, "Ammo, I'll go grab my rifle."\n\n//What the hell just happened to his accent?//\n\nI pause just long enough to check the bag, finding it full of additional shells. I reload the shotgun before stuffing the bag into my jacket and pointing the shotgun towards whatever the thing is on the ground is. \n\nI half watch the house for his return, concerned about the sudden change in his behavior, and his suddenly clear speech.\n\nA minute later, the //thing// has nearly stopped moving, and Vick returns with what looks like a hunting rifle in hand.\n\nThe man suddenly seems to pull himself straighter, the result is jarring as this pole of a man suddenly draws himself up to his full imposing height "So it begins," He says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, "We'd better get moving if we're going to help her," He adds much clearer.\n\nLacking any arguement, I nod in agreement. It's not until we are well on our way down the trail before I realize he allowed me to take the lead.\n\nEvery step I take after that makes me more uncomfortable than the last, realizing I have Vick standing right behind me with a rifle. I try to push aside the paranoia, but I can't quite shake the feeling that if he intended me harm, all he would have to do is point and pull the trigger, and I'd never be the wiser.\n\n<<else>>//Sounds like it came from that way,// I glance down the path that I'm already following. Picking up my pace, I start to run. I hear gunfire two more times before I reach a clearing. \n\nStanding in the clearing is a filthy, rail thin man wearing torn clothes. His unkept hair is a tangled mess with bits of what looks like bone woven into it. More importantly, he's standing over //something// wriething on the ground. Whatever is it is a mass of tantacles and teeth, blackish blood coating the ground near it and spattered across the man's front. \n\n"Never seen one this big before," The man says, glancing my direction. I can see his grip on the shotgun tighten for a second, like he's going to try something, but then his grip loosens again, "Catch," He says unexpectedly, tossing the old Parker double barreled 20 gauge to me, "I'm running into the house for my rifle. Watch the treeline."\n\nI release the break, seeing that there's one good shell still loaded before closing it again. \n\nA minute later, the //thing// has nearly stopped moving, and the man returns with what looks like a hunting rifle in hand. "What brings a stranger to my neck of the woods?" The man asks.\n\n"I'm looking for someone, a girl named Azumi. Her father says she was taken to the Cathedral." I watch the man warily.\n\n"Little Azumi? Oh no, . . . " He trails off. I nearly level the shotgun on him when he reaches into his jacket, but when his hand reappears, he is holding a small bag he throws to me.\n\n"Ammo," He says before I can open it, "Name's Vick."\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply instinctively.\n\nThe man suddenly seems to pull himself straighter, the result is jarring as this pole of a man suddenly draws himself up to his full imposing height "So it begins," He says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, "We'd better get moving if we're going to help her," He adds much clearer.\n\nLacking any arguement, I nod in agreement. It's not until we are well on our way down the trail before I realize he allowed me to take the lead.\n\nEvery step I take makes me more uncomfortable than the last, realizing I have Vick standing right behind me with a rifle. I try to push aside the paranoia, but I can't quite shake the feeling that if he intended me harm, all he would have to do is point and pull the trigger, and I'd never be the wiser.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|CaveEndgame]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>>//I find myself standing, naked, on the rocky shore of Wanton Cove. The cold, damp air leaving me feeling chilled to the bone.\n\nI know that I need to return to my room, find some clothes, and get warm.\n\nMy bare feet pad across the shore and onto the street that runs through the core of Wanton Cove. My feet slap wetly against the cold street, splashing in puddles that I find myself unable to step around.\n\nUp ahead, the Barmaid's Daughter seems impossibly far away, it's windows dim points of light in a gloomy grey world. \n\nThere are sounds all around me, the ravings of madmen and wails of anguish bound together in a uncomprehendable drone that is impossible to understand, though I know in understanding, I would find salvation.\n\nI push forward, refusing to look to either side, knowing that there are horrors all around and to look on them would draw their attention.\n\nThe Barmaid's Daughter is closer now, though I feel I've traveled towards the tavern for hours.\n\nI see something in a window on the second story, my room. I see a silhouette, a feminine form standing in the room, it's head tilted. I know that she is looking down on my sleeping form.//\n\nThis is only a dream. I can't be in two places at once. I'm asleep in that bed, so I can't be here in the street.\n\n//Around the feminine form, I can see a half dozen or more tentacles reaching out towards where I am sleeping.\n\nFrom the street, I scream at myself to wake up, trying to rouse myself from my slumber, but no matter how hard I try to cry out, no sound escapes my mouth.//\n\n[img[images/Dream1.jpg]]\n\nMy eyes snap open, my heart pounding in my chest. I sit up shakily, becoming aware of how my sweat slick body sticks to the sheets of the bed.\n\nI breathe deeply, trying to calm myself. When I glance out the small window nearby, I see that the grey sky has just started to brighten with the coming day.\n\n<<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>\n[[Your room.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>Laying in bed, I close my eyes. \n\n//If this storm would just let up. I could take Tom, //Tanya//, and get away from this place.// Even as I think it, I doubt my resolve, //I still need to figure out how this all fits together. How //exactly// that murder is tied to Wanton Cove.// I argue to myself.\n\nSeemingly in response to my thoughts about the storm, the building rattles as the wind buffets it. I can hear the wind whistling around the window in my room.\n\nI open my eyes just a little bit, staring at the blackness outside the window, I watch at the roiling black clouds are illuminated in a series of flashes from within. I can almost fool myself into thinking I see something massive, something alive, moving in the distance. Its hulking form casting an inhuman shadow across the sky.\n\nClosing my eyes tightly, a dank chill seeps into my bones as I pull the covers tightly around myself as if that will somehow ward me against thatever lurks just beyond my sight.\n\n[[Fall into a fitful sleep.|Dream8]]

Sleep does not come easily for me. I lay in bed, tossing and turning for what seems like hours. Sometimes even getting up out of bed to pace about the small room I have rented. \n\nReturning to my bed again, I lay down feeling troubled and impossibly aroused. I consider masturbating, anything to take the edge off, but instead I force my gritty eyes closed. \n\nI don't know that I ever completely fall asleep. I feel like I'm still half listening to the storm outside, the activity in the Barmaid's Daughter below, the entire time I lay in bed. However, when I open my eyes again I can tell that many hours have passed. \n\n//The storm finally let up?// I think in wonder when I realize my room is lit from the light coming through the window.\n\nSitting up stiffly, I groan, //To be even ten years younger again, . . . and maybe take a little better care of myself,// I muse. I rub at my eyes, feeling like I have sand packed beneath their lids, then look outside the window of my room.\n\nThe sky is still filled with dark and angry looking clouds, but they are lighter than they were just yesterday. For the first time in days, I can even make out a brighter patch against the gray backdrop where the sun is. //I slept in,// I realize when I notice how high the sun is in the sky, //It's late morning already.//\n\nTurning toward the little table in my room, I take a step toward it to retrieve the old leather bound tome before I stop short, //It's not there,// I realize. \n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Gone">>My thoughts turn to the creature I encountered on the bluff, wondering what became of her, and what she might have done with the book. Lacking any way to answer my own thoughts, I file the thought away for another time.<<elseif $PastorBook is "Tanya">>My thoughts turn to Tanya's visit, and the hand written note she left me. //Damnit Tom, why? I'm here to help you.// I think in anger.<<else>>//The book was there when I went to sleep,// I think in alarm, looking about the small room for any sign of it. The next couple of minutes become a frantic search of the room, going so far as to flip the mattress of my bed on the impossible chance that the book might be hidden beneath it. \n\n//The book is gone,// The thought chills me, //Someone was in my room while I was sleeping,// A profound sense of disquiet washes over me.\n\nI turn to the door to my room, inspecting it for any sign of forced entry, but see none. Next I turn to the window, finding it still locked from the inside.\n\nUnlocking the window, I throw it open, allowing the cool ocean air wash over me. The brisk air helps to clear my head, but I find myself no closer to discovering how someone might have gained access to my room without a key.\n\n//That rat bastard Aaron would have a copy of the key.//<</if>>\n\nWith that thought first and foremost in my mind, I quickly dress myself and start down the stairs.\n\n[[Downstairs.]]

<<if $CobbIntimidate is "Played">><<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerIntimidation) gte 12>><<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 13>>I quickly step into his swing, catching his wrist with one hand and driving my fist into his belly with the other. The piece of wood falls from his hands.\n\nShoving him, I push him solidly against the side of the nearest house, "Want to tell me what that was about?" I ask, my tone angry.\n\n"Fuck you," He hisses, then spits in my face.\n\nThe moment I move to wipe the spittle away, Cobb suddenly thrashes wildly, freeing himself from my grasp and starting to run as fast as his feet can carry him.\n\nI take off running after him, but the man is //fast//, quickly out pacing me.\n\nWeaving around buildings, its not long before I loose track of him.\n\nCursing under my breath, I look around for any further sign of him, but come up empty.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 9>>He swings in a downward arc, but I'm just barely quicker. The piece of wood snags my jacket but does not hurt me.\n\nBackpeddaling, I quickly move out of his reach, my hand instinctively reaching for my .38 Special.\n\n"You need to leave this place," He says, holding the stick out in front of himself as if that somehow makes his point, extending it towards me, "Just leave."\n\nFor several seconds, he glares angrily at me, as if prepared to make some further point, then he drops the stick and starts to run away.\n\n//What the hell was that?// I wonder, for a moment thinking about trying to catch him, but then deciding against it.\n\n<<else>>He swings in a downward arc, the piece of wood catching me in the shoulder with enough force to knock me sprawling to the ground. \n\nWhen I look up, its just in time for him to hit me in the ribs with his stick.\n\nAfter a few seconds of not being hit again, I cautiously glance past my arm. \n\nHe's standing beside the building he had originally rushed me from, "You dont have a fucking clue what you've gotten yourself into," He hisses angrily, then throws down the stick and vanishes behind the building.\n\nBy the time I get to my feet, realizing that I dont have any serious injuries, he's long gone.\n\n<<endif>><<else>><<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 13>>I quickly step into his swing, catching his wrist with one hand and driving my fist into his belly with the other. The piece of wood falls from his hands.\n\nShoving him, I push him solidly against the side of the nearest house, "Want to tell me what that was about?" I ask, my tone angry.\n\n"You're in over your head, you're messing with things you dont understand," He hisses.\n\nI loosen my grip on him, and in that moment, he jerks hard to one side, freeing himself from my grip and starting to run.\n\nI take off running after him, but the man is //fast//, quickly out pacing me.\n\nWeaving around buildings, its not long before I loose track of him.\n\nCursing under my breath, I look around for any further sign of him, but come up empty.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 9>>He swings in a downward arc, but I'm just barely quicker. The piece of wood snags my jacket but does not hurt me.\n\nBackpeddaling, I quickly move out of his reach, my hand instinctively reaching for my .38 Special.\n\n"I really dont want to hurt you, but you //really// need to leave this place," He says, holding the stick out in front of himself as if that somehow makes his point, extending it towards me, "Just leave."\n\nFor several seconds, he glares angrily at me, as if prepared to make some further point, then he drops the stick and starts to run away.\n\n//What the hell was that?// I wonder, for a moment thinking about trying to catch him, but then deciding against it.\n\n<<else>>He swings in a downward arc, the piece of wood catching me in the shoulder with enough force to knock me sprawling to the ground. \n\nShielding myself as best I can, I see him standing over me, stick still raised above his head as if prepared to blugeon me into submission.\n\n"Whoa, cant we talk about this?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"Talk? Like you did on the docks the other day? Fuck you," He throws the stick at me, then starts to walk away.\n\nPart of me wants to rush after him, but the ache in my shoulder tempers my response. By the time I'm back on my feet, Cobb is already gone.<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>><<if $CobbStreetwise is "Played">>"Hey," I say softly in greeting.\n\nCobb's eyes flicker around, as if he thinks we are being watched, "Man, you've kicked up a hornet's nest around here," The old sailor says, a slight tremor in his voice, "You should have got right back on that boat and left, like I told you." \n\nHis head jerks to one side, as if he sees something. Following his gaze, I see nothing of interest in that direction and turn my attention back to him. His bloodshot eyes have already returned to me, "I'm just here looking for someone. Tom, the son of a friend of mine. I find him and I'll be on my way."\n\nCobb seems to deflate a little, "Don't say I didn't warn you," He starts to reach out, as if to reassure me, but then stops, shying away from me, "If you wont listen to reason, then there's nothing I can do for you. Stay the fuck away from me, I don't want to be pulled into whatever you stir up."\n\nThe cold finality of his tone makes me pause, uncertain of how to respond.\n\nI watch as he turns and starts to walk away, between the houses. \n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $CobbIntimidate to "Duncel">><<set $CobbStreetwise to "Duncel">>

"Your family has a history in this town," I begin.\n\nMr Morichi raises an eyebrow, his expression turning amused.\n\n"So I was wondering if you might know a little bit about the ruins?"\n\nHe takes a long sip from his cup of tea, then looks down at the half empty cup, "I don't know a lot, but I'll share what I have heard."\n\nFor several long seconds, he looks thoughtful, "I don't know anything for sure, just hearsay and cryptic family diaries," He looks about to take another sip, but then puts the cup down, "Bear in mind that I don't know how much truth there is to any of this. I saw an old family diary when I was a child, I have no idea what became of it, and that diary said this island was chosen for the town of Wanton Cove because of something that was already here. I do not know if that something was the ruins, or something else. I have also heard rumor that the ruins are not abandoned, that someone or //something// may still reside there," He trails off for a second then looks me in the eye, "But regardless, there have always been people who have taken an interest in the ruins for some reason. And for many who find them it becomes an obsession, like a rot that takes hold of the soul."\n\nMr Morichi pauses, refilling his teacup and taking a sip before continuing, "I have never visited the ruins themselves, but I've see evidence of whatever once stood here, all over the island," He pauses, looking concerned, "If I thought it would persuade you, I would ask you to forget the ruins and not spare another thought for those cursed ruins. But since I know better, I will instead ask that you be careful if you seek them out."\n\nHe is quiet for a long while, sipping at his tea as I think about what he said, "I have seen bad people go to that place and come back worse than before. And I have seen good people go to that place and I have not seen them again," He takes another small sip from his cup, his gaze shifting to the choppy waves in the distance out the rain slick windows of the room the two of you are sitting in.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "True">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]<<set $RuinsMorichi = "Played">>

Unable to think of a better way to approach the conversation, I come straight out an ask, "My chest hurts and my cock is shrinking," I nearly choke on the words as I say them.\n\nNadia maintains her friendly expression for all of about half a second before bursting out laughing, "Ah!" She starts when she can finally breathe again, "If you aren't a crisp fresh ocean breeze on a muggy day!" \n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//As if your amusement has anything to do with the question. You're reveling in my circumstances!// The thought crosses my mind with the subtlty of a clap of thunder. It takes me only a second to stomp the thought down.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>//What //do// you know about all of this?// I feel like a dark cloud settles suddenly over my soul, trying to smother me. //Can I even trust what you say?//<<elseif $Madness is 1>>My eyes flicker to the rafters, searching for any sign of unnatural shadows //SHE may be listening.//<<else>><<endif>>\n\nHer smile seems to light up her face, but over the next few seconds, something sad seems to creep into her eyes, "Not sure exactly what causes it," She starts, her tone soft, almost conspiratorial, "But this town, or maybe this island, seems to change people."<<if $Mutation gte 4>>\n\nShe fidgets slightly, then reaches for her collar, pulling it back slightly to reveal a path of gray pebbly skin along her collar, "Ran into something in the dark a few months back, and next day I found this," She confesses, her eyes seeming to linger on your own mutations, "Guessing you ran into that same something." She gives me a sympatheitc look, "I do my best to not be judgemental, and I make an effort to avoid drawing attention to things like what's happening to you, especially when," She trails off, moving her collar back up to cover the deformity, "When I'm in the same boat."<</if>> \n\n<<set $random to random(1,5)>><<if $random is 1>>Nadia's eyes flicker to the door just before I hear it open. I step to the side as Nadia begins to speak to the newcomer. After a few minutes, the newcomer buys a few small items, then exits the store.\n\nI see Nadia take a deep breath, "Lot of people in town act strange about things like this, be careful who you talk to about this kind of stuff."\n\nShe glances at the door again, as if making sure the store is still empty except for the two of us, "As I said, I dont really know much, but I do know that people who ask too many questions aroung here have a tendancy to go missing," She grimaces, "Or end up experiencing the kind of thing you're going through."\n\nWith a little shrug, "I'm sorry I can't tell you more than that."\n\n<<else>>"And it seems more inclined to change people who are nosy,' She gives a sympathetic look, "I try to keep my nose out of everyone's business, know what I mean?"\n\nContinuing, she glances toward the door, as if making sure no one has entered, "Lot of people in town act strangely about this kind of thing, downright hostile at times. Most people who start asking around very much find themselves changed, others go missing."\n\nTaking a deep breath, "Be careful who you talk to about this kind of thing. I dont know much, and I'd like to keep it that way."\n\nWith a little shrug, "I'm sorry I can't be of more help than that."\n\n<</if>>[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 2>>\n\n[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]

Self conscious of the changes I have been experiencing since arriving in Wanton Cove, I'm hesitant to enter the room. \n\nMy little cock throbs in my pants, my arousal unusually high as I look at the couple.\n\n//I'm not sure that I should. I need to find Tom and leave this place.// I think uncertainly.\n\n"Come on," The man says, "I don't bite, and she only does if you ask nicely." He jokes.\n\nMy hand strays to the front of my pants, adjusting my erection to make it more comfortable, //Maybe I'll just stay for a few minutes?//\n\n\n[[Nevermind.|Decline the offer.]]\n[[Make her suck my cock.]]\n[[Eat her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her ass.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Suck her juices off his cock.|ReluctantSuck]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>

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<<back>>\n\nChangelog 1.14\n-Wrote a DP scene for the prostitution function. Even managed to work a line into the scene that was a nod to one of my favorite games. ;)\n-Wrote a slightly degrading scene for the prostitution function.\n-Wrote a new blowjob scene for the prostitution function.\n-Wrote a titjob scene for the prostitution function.\n-Includes the usual assortment of bug fixes, spelling/grammar fixes, and all that fun stuff.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 12/02/18\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 468k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.13\n-Added a second way into the mansion for those who get thrown out. Includes new scenes and new variants of existing scenes.\n-Added the ability to whore yourself out in the Barmaid's Daughter. It includes a series of scenes that can play out if your Depravity is high enough. These scenes are affected by Depravity and Virginity status. At present there are only three sex scenes (One has several variations), but I plan to add at least two more soon.\n-Added whoring yourself out to the Cheat Menu.\n-Added one new image to the game.\n-There was a broken bit of content in the tavern which was preventing one scene from playing the way it was intended. It has been fixed.\n-Adjusted the chance of Lady Anne appearing in the good part of town. She should appear roughly twice as often now.\n-Spelling/Grammar fixes.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 10/23/18\n-Added about 21k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 460k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.12\n-Added a new ending to the game. This one involves the Tentacled Thing.\n-Added a new White Goo event to the ruins.\n-Added a new function to the Cheat Menu to allow people to generate Tentacled Thing losses more easily. Three losses then encountering the Tentacled Thing again will lead to a new game end.\n-Adjusted Lebron Sisters content so they generate Depravity if you have low enough Depravity.\n-Added a shortcut to the Cheat Menu to include the new Azumi sex scenes from the previous build of the game.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 9/16/18\n-Added about 13k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 439k words of content.\n\nChangelog 1.11\n-New sex content with Azumi. It's a really big scene that can play out in a total of 14 different ways depending on Taint, Depravity, and state of Virginity. (Basically it boils down to 4-5 primary scenes with variations of each.)\n-New conversation with Lady Anne.\n-Added one new image to the game.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 9/11/18\n-Added about 10k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 426k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.1\n-Added one the final scene in the Azumi Origin path. Once you've talked with Lady Anne, seek out Mr Morichi to speak with him. Fair warning, your etiquette skill has a big impact on how volatile this conversation becomes.\n-Added four new sex scenes with the Lebron sisters. All of these have multiple variants depending on your stats.\n-Added two new ambient scenes to the good part of town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the bad part of town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the main street in town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the park.\n-Added four new ambient scenes to Nadia's Shop.\n-Added a Knife to Nadia's shop.\n-Added Cigarettes to Nadia's shop.\n-Got the new items from Nadia's shop coded into the character's inventory.\n-Fixed a bug that was preventing one of the ambient scenes from playing in the good part of town.\n-Added two new images to the game. Character portraits for the Lebron sisters.\n-Added the new interactive scene in the Barmaid's Daughter to the Cheat Menu shortcuts. Should have done that back when it was originally added, my bad.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 8/16/18\n-Added about 9k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 416k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.09\n-Added one new story driven scene related to the "Azumi Origin" path. Once you've talked with Ms Sherwood, seek out Lady Anne for a conversation that perhaps creates as many questions as it answers.\n-Added one new image to the game's intro.\n-Added three new ambient scenes to the Ruins.\n-Added three new ambient scenes to the bad part of town.\n-Added six new ambient scenes to the Barmaid's Daugher. One of these is affected by your current Taint level.\n-Added three new ambient scenes to the main street through town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the hallway between the tavern and your room.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the forest trail.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the waterfront.\n-Did a minor rewrite to one of the park fountain related scenes. It had the potential to reference the leatherbound tome before you actually acquired it. \n-Found and fixed a bug that was preventing an ambient scene from playing on the main street through town. \n-Found and fixed a bug that was preventing an ambient scene from playing in the Barmaid's Daughter\n-Found and fixed a bug that was preventing an ambient scene from playing in the ruins.\n-Worked through several small improvements, minor bug reports, and spelling errors.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 7/19/18\n-Added about 4k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 407k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.08\n-New Female Deep One fight in the Ruins.\n-New Female Deep One fight on the Waterfront. VERY rare.\n-Updated the Case Notes area with new information related to the "Azumi Origin" story.\n-New conversation with Ms Sherwood for those who have progressed far enough down the "Azumi Origin" path.\n-Did minor rewrires to many of the locations in the game to improve flow. Much of the game was originally written as if you were entering the location from the direction it was first presented for, when you come back through those locations this has caused confusion for some players. I am working to get these discrepancies fixed.\n-Added Female Deep One fight for both the Waterfront and Ruins to the Cheat Menu shortcuts for easy access.\n-Fixed a spacing issue in Nadia's shop that made the Machete difficult to notice.\n-Fixed a bug in Aaron's dialogue about the Ruins.\n-Then realized that there was a second bug related to Aaron and the Ruins, . . . so fixed that too.\n-Fixed a double link issue related to a White Goo event on the Bluff.\n-Fixed a bug with Rose Crow that was tripping up her content a bit.\n-I THINK I fixed a double link issue in the good part of town related to Cobb's scene there.\n-There was a broken set of circumstances when you talk with Tanya about Tom. I've never been able to run down the cause of it, but I did just write a small scene to fill that spot which should prevent people from seeing the blank screen from now on and will fit any timeline in the story.\n-Made a small adjustment to the dialogue in the Fountain Investigation scene to reflect that some players may not have met Nadia yet.\n-Did some major work to the NewGame+. I had failed to reset all of the variables going into the second playthrough. This should now be resolved.\n-Added a possible fix for the money bug that has been lingering for months now. Thanks to HiEv over on TFGamesSite for providing a solution.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 6/29/18\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 403k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.07\n-Added a substantial new scene to the Tavern that can trigger at random. New Naughtyness with a chance of raising Depravity.\n-Added new conversation for Azumi.\n-Added two new scenes to the Ruins location.\n-Fixed a bug related to the Dock fight that was spitting the player out in the bad part of town.\n-Added a new title image. It's set up to display randomly. 80% of the time the new one will appear, the rest of the time the original one will appear.\n-Added new image for the first time you visit the Church.\n-Fixed the Lebron Sisters so they cause Taint as intended.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 6/06/18\n-Added about 6k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 395k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.06\n-Added four new sex scenes with the Lebron Sisters. \n-Added one new story driven scene to the Ruins.\n-Added five new ambient scenes to the Ruins.\n-Added three new images to the game.\n-Updated Cheat Menu with shortcuts to the Lebron Sisters sex scenes.\n-Updated Cheat Menu with Ruins combat scenes.\n-Fixed a bug in Aaron's conversation code on the Ruins discussion.\n-Fixed a minor bug that was preventing one of the ambient scenes from playing on the docks.\n-Added a missing link to a couple of places in the combat code. \n-Fixed a bug that was preventing the day count from resetting in New Game +.\n-Fixed some code realted to the Deep One loss scenes. Once done, I streamlined a bit of related code as well.\n-Fixed a bug that was preventing some people from having an exit from the Female Hybrid scene.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 5/11/18\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 389k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.05\n-Added new dialog option for Aaron related to Azumi's Origins story.\n-Added a new scene for Toby/Sophie that can play out several different ways depending on your Etiquette skill.\n-Added five new ambient scenes to the Ruins.\n-Improperly coded one of the ambient Ruins scenes in the last build and that was preventing it from appearing. Fixed.\n-Updated Case notes related to the Ruins.\n-Added Case notes related to the Tentacled Thing.\n-Found an ambient event on the waterfront that wasn't properly plugged into the game. It should play normally now.\n-Fixed an issue where the fountain scene mentioned the book from the church even if you didn't find it yet.\n-Added three new images to the game. Busts for Lady Anne, Pastor Erkon, and Victor.\n-Added a missing link to Mr Jackobson's home.\n-Did some rewrites to the Deep One loss scenes in the Ruins to reflect the location they take place.\n-Ran down and fixed a hand full of minor bugs, including one that was preventing some of Rose Crow's content from appearing as well as preventing Felix' entry from appearing in the case notes.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 4/13/18\n-Added about 3k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 384k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.04\n-Wrote two scenes for arriving at the Ruins (One for initial arrival, one followup.)\n-First exploration of the Ruins written and added to the game.\n-Wrote return scene for when you exit the Ruins.\n-Added a new Deep One combat scene to the Ruins.\n-Added the ability to explore the Ruins.\n-Added new enemy that is only available in the Ruins including combat, win scenareo, and 5k words of loss smut. \n-Added new conversation with Vick related to the Ruins along with a followup.\n-Added random event mechanic to the Ruins. \n-Added a total of twelve random events that can be triggered in the ruins.\n-New Game + has officially been added to the game. Progress through one of the main paths of the primary ending of the game and you get to start a new playthrough with your stats maxed out among other perks.\n-Added a link to the WantonVerse Wiki on the start page of the game for ease of access.\n-Fixed several spelling and grammar errors that were reported.\n-Added one new image to the game.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 3/29/18\n-Added about 28k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 381k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.03\n-Updated the Character Creation notes with some new/changed information. A lot has changed in the last couple of years, and those notes did not fully reflect those changes.\n-Updated Case Notes with updated Azumi's Origin notes related to new content in this build.\n-Updated Case Notes with updated Ruins notes. New content is unlocked here through two separate conversations.\n-New ambient content in the good part of town. There are three scenes in total and are all related to one another.\n-New ambient content in the good part of town. There are three scenes in total and are all related to one another.\n-Through the mentioned ambient scenes above, a new NPC has been introduced to the game.\n-New dialog for Nadia related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Phil related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Aaron related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Mr Morichi related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Azumi related to Azumi's Origin story.\n-Added two new images to the game.\n-Fixed a host of spelling/grammar errors that were reported.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 3/14/18\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 353k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.02\n-New conversation added to Mr Morichi.\n-Added four new ambient scenes on the main street through town.\n-Added the rest of the first meeting with the Lebron sisters.\n-Added first bit of followup content for the Lebron sisters.\n-Added an indicator to fights to give players some idea of how much health they still have.\n-Updated some case notes related to Vick.\n-Updated some case notes related to Azumi's Origin.\n-Updated some case notes about the Ruins.\n-Resolved a host of spelling and grammar errors.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 2/13/18\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 348k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.01\n-Wrote new path in the primary ending of the game for male characters. Requires you to have been intimate with Azumi.\n-Added a shortcut to sex scenes in the Cheat Menu. I'm sure I missed a few, but the bulk of that content should be there. If you see something I missed, be sure to let me know and I'll get it added to the game.\n-Fixed a bug where you were not recognizing Mr Morichi at the start of the endgame.\n-Fixed a bug where you and Azumi were not recognizing each other through the window of her room.\n-Closed Tom inquiries after you learn his fate. (Sounds like a couple of things are still flapping in the breeze, still need to make another pass related to her content to shut off the rest of it.)\n-Wrote one small ambient scene for the Barmaid's Daughter that triggers after you loose the old book.\n-New scene in the Park for those who have found the old leather bound tome.\n-Added two new NPCs to the bad part of town (You meet them together.)\n-Added one new piece of completed art to the game.\n-Updated the "People" area of "Case Notes" to include the Lebron sisters.\n-Added New Game Plus option and added Happy Ending through that.\n-Did a minor rewrite for Dewey Anne's content.\n-Fixed several reported bugs and spelling errors.\n-Added about 7k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 340k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.0 (No, this is not the end.)\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 1/18/18\n-Wrote the "Cathedral" segment for the primary game ending.\n-Wrote the "Other World" entry for primary game ending.\n-Wrote "Other world" story progression.\n-Wrote "Male" branch for the primary ending of the game..\n-Wrote both of the "Sexless" branches for the primary ending of the game.\n-Wrote all three of the "Female" branches for the primary ending of the game.\n-Added a single piece of art. A bit of naughtyness for Nadia.\n-Added 14k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to a bit over 333k words of content.\n\n\n\nChangelog .99a\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 1/2/18\n-Resolved a phrasing issue with one of Ms Sherwood's scenes as well as added an additional Depravity check to the scene to create a better range of reactions from the protagonist.\n-Ran down and worked on some issues related to the old leatherbound tome.\n-Wrote one new scene for the game as well as made a couple of minor rewrites.\n-Added 3k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 319k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .99\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 12/19/17\n-Wrote the night 9 scene.\n-Day 10 Tavern Scene\n-Day 10 Forest Scene\n-Added two new pieces of art to the game.\n-Added 5k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 316k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .98\n-Added one new piece of art to the game.\n-Did some minor rewrite to the Night 8 scene.\n-Fixed an error I found in the Night 8 scene.\n-Placed a series of links for Deep One fight loss endings. Hopefully that will get that working correctly.\n-Updated Case Notes, People section to reflect new information about Tanya.\n-New book entry written. This is the last one. Much of the new content in this build is associated this.\n-Added two more ambient scenes to the forest trail.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 12/03/17\n-Added about 7k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 311k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .97\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 11/17/17. You guys have no idea how much your support means to me, you make all of this possible!\n-Added four new pieces of art to the game, along with two revisions of existing pieces.\n-Added a new scene for Mr Morichi on day 9.\n-Added a new scene for Vick on day 9 (Followup from Mr Morichi scene mentioned above.)\n-Updated conversation for Mr Morichi.\n-Updated conversation for Vick.\n-Updated Case Notes.\n-New content in the Anne resedence.\n-Added about 6k words of content to the game, bringing the game's total size up to about 304k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .96\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 11/09/17. You guys have no idea how much your support means to me, you make all of this possible!\n-Added the Night 8 scene to the game.\n-Fixed a bug where you were able to buy ammo when you didn't have enough money.\n-Fixed a host of spelling and grammar errors.\n-Made some minor changes to madness variant of the night events.\n-New key scene that takes place on the waterfront. 50% chance of it triggering.\n-New conversation option for Lady Anne.\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game, bringing the game's total size up to about 298k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .95\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 10/20/17 You guys are awesome!\n-Added a new key scene to the bluff that can play out any time on or after day 7. There are three distinct paths through this scene, with multiple variants of each of those paths.\n-New scene with Cobb beneath the church for those of you who asked him to meet you there.\n-Updated "People" area of the case notes.\n-Added a new conversation option for Lady Anne.\n-Added new book reading event to the game.\n-Updated the Book entry in your items.\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game, bringing the game's total size up to about 293k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .94a\n-Fixed a bug where one of Tanya's conversations wasn't giving an exit.\n-Did a minor rewrite for one of Tanya's dialogs.\n-Looked into several other minor issues reported and fixed what I was able to locate. Unresolved items were added to a list to look into further when I have more time.\n\n\nChangelog .94\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. Than you guys! 10/13/17\n-Took care of a spacing issue on the "People" tab of your case notes.\n-Added two pieces of art to the game.\n-Followup to the Cathedral scene from the previous major build has been written and added.\n-Minor rework of the trail that leads to the cave, along with the related content.\n-Followup from 7th day morning scene with Tanya.\n-Night 7 event has been added to the game. No new content on Day 8 yet.\n-Added new content to the Anne household.\n-Added Dewey Anne to the "People" section of the case notes.\n-Updated case notes with information regarding Tom and Tanya.\n-Added about 4k words of new content to the game. This brings the game's total size up to about 285k words.\n\n\nChangelog .93a\n-Added one piece of art to the game. Should have added it in the previous version but forgot.\n-Fixed a bug that was sometimes preventing people from collecting the book in the Church basement.\n-Fixed a small number of other spelling/grammar issues.\n\n\nChangelog .93\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up level. You are awesome! 9/23/17\n-Fixed some spelling and grammar issues. Some of them were reported, others I stumbled across on my own.\n-Added some naughtyness at the Anne household. Scene is locked behind Depravity (Amount depends on how far TFed you are), and is affected by both Taint and virginity status.\n-Did a minor rewrite of the mansion unlock in the hopes of making it a little more obvious to those who have been missing it.\n-Did a minor rewrite for a lot of Azumi's content to show the protagonist's inner struggle to resist her charms.\n-Cleaned up a bit of content related to the Deep One TF. There was a bug reported that I was never able to locate, but after cleaning up some of the code, I am hopeful that its been resolved. That said, if anyone notices something not working right related to fight/loss scenes, let me know and I'll take another look.\n-Added new story driven content to the Cathedral on Day 7.\n-Added new content to Lady Anne.\n-Added new story driven conversations with Aaron (Well, four major variants of the same one depending on story progression and skills)\n-Added one new ending to the game.\n-Added about 8k words of new content. This brings the games total size up to about 281k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .92a\n-Cleaned up some code in the Waterfont area.\n-Cleaned up some code in the Main Street area.\n-Cleaned up some code in the Park area.\n-Cleaned up some code in the Bad Part of town.\n-Cleaned up some code associated with the protagonist's room.\n-Cleaned up some code associated with the Good Part of town.\n-Dropped the ambient content from the Waterfront, Main Street, Park, Bad Part of town, Good Part of town, and your room into a spell checker. Didn't find much, but fixed what I found.\n-I spent a little time looking into a reported issue with the day counter. Wasn't able to duplicate the issue, and its possible that my tinkering may have fixed it. If the issue appears again, please report it so I can take another look.\n-Played around with Tanya's content, should resolve the blank page issue. Had an else/if out of place within the code.\n\n\n\nChangelog .92\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with new Patrons at appropriate levels. 9/9/17\n-One of Tanya's sex scenes now has art. See, art that's not associated with an ending! More art will appear in upcoming releases. \n-Rebuilt Lady Anne's intro and wrote three variants of the willing entry scene.\n-Added new dialog for Lady Anne.\n-Added a new story driven scene that should play out on the 7th morning. \n-Added new dialog for Tanya after 7th morning scene.\n-Added about 3k words of content to the game. At the same time, I sent through and streamlined a bit of content, trimming some redundant content from the game that probably cut us by about 1k wors as well. This brings the game's total size up to around 273k words.\n\nChangelog .91\n-Fixed a bug that was causing backgrounds to not always display correctly.\n-Fixed (what I hope is) the last bug related to combat right now. In doing so, I streamlined the code and removed some redundant content. In doing so, shrunk the game size by about1k words. Full credit to Rfpnj for pointing me in the right direction for where that final bit of trouble was.\n-Added first set of conversation options with Lady Anne.\n-Added Lady Anne to the case notes.\n-Added Toby Anne to the case notes.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with some new notes, as well as updated it with new Patrons at appropriate levels. 5/21/17\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game. Between that, and the 1k worth of redundant content that was removed, we've brought the game's total size to a little shy of 271k words.\n\nChangelog .90b\n-Looks like I fixed most of the bugs with the last quickfix build, but missed one. Hopefully this buid will finally resolve the Lady Anne issues that includes a bug that was preventing her followup content.\n\nChangelog .90a\n-Fixed a host of bugs that were reported.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with new Patrons at appropriate levels. 5/18/17\n\nChangelog. .90\n-The usuall minor fixes. Dropped everything up to the arrival in Wanton Cove into a spell/grammar checker and made some fixes/adjustments where needed. Also worked through everything but the cheat menu associated with the sidebar. Elsewhere in the story, if I saw it, it got fixed. \n-Added a new cheat option for Mutation that does +/-2 and can serve to showcase the new set of TF events related to Mutation. \n-Adjusted combat difficulty to make it a little more difficult.\n-Unique fight added to the waterfront on day 7. This fight must be triggered before the related enemy starts to appear randomly in the game.\n-New enemy added to the game. \n-New Enemy scenes added to Forest. 1/6 chance that if there's a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New Enemy scenes added to Main Street. 1/5 chance that if there's a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New Enemy scenes added to the bad part of town. 1/5 chance that if there's a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New Enemy scenes added to the waterfront. 1/3 chance that if tehre is a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New loss scenes for combat with new enemy.\n-Wrote and added new Mutation based Transformation scenes\n-New NPC: Lady Anne, has been added to the game. She is not complete yet (She is playable to a point), but the framework has been added to allow for future content to be added.\n-Completely rebuilt the code for fight intros. Not only should this fix the combat bugs that were present, but this should also make it easier to work with this code in the future.\n-Added about 27k words of new content to the game. This brings the total game size up to about 267k words. Please note that more than half of this new content is tied up in the new TF sequences and fight loss scenes that are largely repeated between more than one location (Some minor rewrites between locatios.)\n\n\nChangelog. .89\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes. If I saw it, or someone pointed it out to me, I tried to get it fixed. Found a few I/You instances in the bad part of town among other things.\n-New story driven scene on the main street of Wanton Cove. There are three major branches depending on choices made up to this point in the story, and several variants to those scenes depending on your character's state of Taint and Madness. Implied followup content has not yet been written.\n-Phil has been updated with content related to Madness.\n-Mr Morichi has been updated with content related to Madness.\n-Added image for third Deep One ending.\n-New scene for Mr Morichi to follow up on the fifth book entry.\n-New scene for Azumi to follow up on the fifth book entry.\n-New ambient scene in the mansion on the bluff. New variants for three of the existing scenes.\n-Six new ambient events for the Docks. Two are White Goo events.\n-Wrote one new White Goo event for the bad part of town.\n-Added about 6k words of content to the game, bringing the total up to about 240k\n\nChangelog. 87b\n-Scene involving Town Drunk was working after the latest fix, but his scenes were still buggy. Had an error in the code that was causing it. Easy fix once I knew what I was looking for.\n-Was a bug in the "People" portion of the Case Notes preventing one of the entries from displaying correctly, it was throwing an error instead. Should be fixed.\n\n\nChangelog .87a\n-Bug in the Barmaid's Daughter has been fixed. Town drunk should be working correctly now.\n-Bug(s) in the Church Basement has been fixed That content should be playing correctly now.\n\n\nChangelog .87\n-Updated "People" case notes.\n-Updated "Current Tasks" in case notes.\n-New scene in the lower area of the Church.\n-New location added to the game.\n-Rewrote the 4th book entry to reflect "Madness."\n-Updated Azumi to account for "Madness."\n-Updated Nadia to account for "Madness."\n-Updated Ms Sherwood to account for "Madness."\n-Twelve new ambient scenes on the main street running through town. (Actually, two scenes, but twelve major variants between them.) Some of these are dependant on day, and others are affected by Taint, Madness, or even Depravity.\n-Partial rebuild of the waterfront body scene.\n-Worked through a pile of minor rewrites, spelling fixes, and grammar issues.\n-Once you have met the town drunk, he will then appear in The Barmaid's Daughter. Several small scenes have been written for him. More content will be added to him in the future.\n-New cheat options: Remove Cherry, +/-5 Depravity.\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game, taking the total up to about 234k.\n\n\nChangelog .86\n-Added two new pieces of art. (Related to the Deep One endings.)\n-Fixed a host of spelling and grammar errors.\n-Added four new scenes to the main part of town.\n-Added five new scene to the trail. Four of these have to do with the White Goo.\n-Added one new scene to your room.\n-Added two new scenes to Nadias\n-Added one new scene to the bad part of town.\n-Added one new scene to the good part of town.\n-Added the next night scene. This one has a lot of variants.\n-Updated the Special Thanks passage with people who have pledged at those elvels. (7/3/17)\n-Added about 11k words of content to the game, taking the total word count up to nearly 229k.\n\n\nChangelog .85a\n-Fixed a bug with the book displaying several bits of text instead of just one.\n-Couple of minor rewrites.\n-Fixed some spelling and spacing issues.\n\nChangelog .85\n-Fixed a host of spelling and grammar errors that were reported.\n-Did several minor rewrites that were suggested by players. Still got a few to work through, but make it through about half of the list.\n-Fixed a bug that was making the forest encounter repeatable.\n-Added descriptions for NPCs where appropriate in the "People" section of the case notes.\n-New book entry.\n-New journal entry related to the book.\n-Did a rewrite of a minor scene in the Barmaid's Daughter.\n-Found and fixed a bug where you were being prompted to check into the Barmaid's Daughter when talking to Nadia, even after you had checked in.\n-Wrote and added 2 new scenes for the Cathedral.\n-Wrote and added 3 new scenes for the Trail. One of those is dependant on the day.\n-Wrote and added 1 new scene for the hallway leading to your room. Your current Depravity level affects how the scene plays out.\n-Updated special thanks passage with patrons from relevant levels. (6/15/17)\n-Added about 7k words of content to the game, taking the total word count up to more than 218k.\n\nChangelog .83\n-Added several new options fo the Cheat Menu, including additional options related to Taint, ability to remove Mutation, and ability to restore your own female virginity.\n-Wrote and added 16 new scenes related to the Park. Many of them are dependent on your current state of Madness or what day it is.\n-Wrote and added 6 new scenes related to the Cathedral. Many of them are dependent on your current state of Madness.\n-Wrote and added 28 new scenes to the Barmaid's Daughter. Many of these scenes are dependent on your current state of Madness, what day it is, or your current state of transformation.\n-Wrote and added 5 new scenes for the Church. Three of them are dependant on Madness.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with new Patrons at each relevant level. (6/7/17)\n-Added three new pieces of art to the game. All three are related to the "High Taint Bad End" and are intended to reflect your current state of Mutation.\n-Added about 5k words of new content to the game, bringing the word count up to just a little under 211k words of content.\n\nChangelog .82a\n-Fixed an issue with a blank page in the Tavern.\n-Fixed a bug where the character was not returned to one HP at the end of a fight, resulting in auto loss if you entered a new fight.\n-Some other minor stuff I can't remember right now.\n\nChangelog .82\n-I think (hope) the Tavern bug is finally fixed. If its what I found, it was locking people out of the most involved of the ambient tavern scenes.\n-"Madness" has been fully implemented mechanically.\n-New NPC added to the game in the bad part of town. Unlocked through play.\n-New bad ending added to the game.\n-New scene related to Madness.\n-New scene for Aaron for those with one or more points of Madness.\n-New content related to Azumi for if you're locked out of the mansion.\n-New backdrop has been added to the bad part of town and related scenes.\n-Updated Vick to reflect your state of Madness.\n-Updated Aaron to reflect your state of Madness.\n-Updated Tanya to reflect your state of Madness.\n-Added about 6k words of new content to the game, bringing the game up to about 206k words of content.\n\nChangelog .8a\n-New mechanic added to track "Madness"\n-Cheat menu updated to track "Madness"\n-Cheat menu exits changed to drop you back where you activated the cheat instead of sending you back to your room all the time.\n-A couple of minor rewrites.\n-A couple of spelling/grammar errors have been fixed.\n-Error in one of Tanya's oral sex scenes at low Taint has been fixed.\n\nChangelog .8\n-Fixed a few minor (Non-game breaking) bugs and some spelling/grammar errors.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" page to include Patreons who pledged at those levels.\n-Added the fifth day sleep option and a related scene. No new content starting on Day 6, and still have a couple of loose ends to tie up on day 5 before that is complete.\n-Tanya is now willing to fool around with mid, and high, taint characters. Nine new scenes were written to accomodate this.\n-New scene plays out on the Forest Trail at random. Its a unique event that plays out at random on the 5th day or later\n-Added about 7k words of content, bringing the game up to about 200k words of total content.\n\nChangelog .78a\n-Cleaned up a bit of code with the cave so you can find it AFTER day 3.\n-Took care of a few spelling errors that were reported.\n-Wrote some bad code that were preventing the new Church event from playing, its been fixed.\n-Had a bug in Azumi's code that has been fixed.\n-//Should// have Jackobson's house working and not throwing a blank page anymore. Let me know if there are any troubles associated with it still.\n-Couple of minor rewrites in the game to make content clearer.\n\n\n\nChangelog .78\n-Cleaned up a little bit of code to be easier to work with in the future.\n-Did a couple of minor rewrites.\n-New scene at the Church on day 5.\n-New scene on the Bluff on day 5.\n-Case Notes Updated.\n-New conversation with Phil.\n-May now go visit Azumi.\n-Azumi is now sexable if you have a little depravity.\n-Image added for Church.\n-Did a little rebalancing to combat. Let me know if its too difficult or still too easy.\n-Added 12k words of content to the game, bringing the total up to about 193k total.\n\n\nChangelog .76b\n-A host of minor bug fixes that were breaking some scenes. Hopefully everything is working correctly now.\n-Changed "You" in the sidebar to "Character Details" and moved it to below the day number. I think it looks better that way.\n-Moved Cheat menu to sidebar in the Patreon build. This will make its addition/removal much easier in the future as well as make the mechanic available to players anywhere in the game instead of being limited to the character's room.\n-Minor rewrite to one of Ms Sherwood's scenes.\n-Added two new background images, one for content involving the Barmaid's Daughter, and one for content having to do with Vick's place.\n-Added background images to the Docks, Main Street, and Tavern fights.\n-No significant change to the word count of the game on the grounds that this is a bug fix rather than a content update.\n\n\nChangelog .76\n-The usual bug spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Added a cover image to the game. Art by the talented Silverjile over on Hentai-Foundry. (Added contact information in the main game folder for anyone interested in seeing his other work, or wants to commission any art work.)\n-Added background art to many of the passages. This is a work in progress and additional images will be added as they become available. Thanks to Fae over on TFGamesSite for the great art work.\n-Reworked Bath scenes to reflect Mutations.\n-Reworked Phil to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-Reworked Mr Morichi to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-Reworked Mr Jackobson to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-Reworked Tanya to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-New ambient scenes on the main street of town starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the bluff starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the good part of town starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the forest starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the waterfront starting on day 5.\n-New book entry and related content.\n-TheMadExile was kind enough to help with some of the coding issues we had been experiencing. An issue with Mac users running into troubles should now be resolved, and they completely rebuilt the stat portion of character creation to make it more efficient.\n-Added about 6k words of content, bringing the game's word count up to about 181k. This is after TheMadExile cleaned up some of the code and shortened some of the clunky stuff I had added, effectively shorting the game of about 1k words of unneccessary code and text.\n\n\n\nChangelog .73\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Fixed a couple of bugs that I felt were small enough not to be game breaking and therefore opted to wait to release it with this build instead of with a bug fix.\n-Completely rebuilt Ms Sherwood.\n-New Sherwood naightyness for those with a little bit of Depravity and have taken advantage of her more than a couple of times.\n-Reworked Aaron to include some reaction to your Taint and Mutations.\n-Reworked Mr Morichi's Henchman to reflect reactions to both Taint and Mutation better.\n-Reworked Vick to better reflect reactions to both Taint and Mutation.\n-New ambient scenes in the Park that start appearing on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in the bad part of town that start appearing on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in Nadias starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in the Barmaid's Daughter starting day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in Church starting day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in Cave starting day 5.\n-Added the complete second string of combat scenes have been added.\n-Added about 22k words of new content. Bringing the word count up to about 176k. It should be noted that of this new content, probably 15k of it is either code or repeated text related to the combat stuff.\n\n\nChangelog .70\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Random events added to the Cathedral.\n-New entries in Case notes.\n-New dialog added for Mr Morichi.\n-Introduced a new NPC (Assuming you have high enough Etiquette skill to open the content that allows you to meet her.)\n-One new erotic scene.\n-Dream Sequence for day four.\n-New endings related to Mutation. Granted, this can not yet be reached through regular play. Temporarily added a cheat option for non-Patrons so you can explore this content. This option will be gone come the next build.\n-Added about 8k words of new content. Bringing the word count up to about 154k.\n\n\nChangelog .67\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Added some some detail to the Cathedral from a couple of builds ago, as well as opened up a new path around the island.\n-Added some dialog options for Mr Morichi.\n-One new erotic scene.\n-New scene in town.\n-Added about 8k words of new content, bringing the total word count up to about 146k.\n\n\nChangelog .64\n-The usual bug spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Added Two new scenes for day 4 as well as some followup content.\n-One of the new scenes is combat oriented and is a unique combat scene. This scene has three different loss scenarios based on your current taint level and is not repeatable without the debug tools specific to the cheat menu version of the game. This scene also introduces the beginnings of a second transformation to the game. The full TF has been writting (Lacking the ending related to it) and coded into the game, though most of it is currently unreachable without the cheat mechanic.\n-Added about 11k words of content to the game, taking it to more than 138k words of total content in the game at this time.\n\n\nChangelog .60\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes. Including a major rework of the threesome scene at the inn above the Barmaid's Daughter. About 1k words of new content added to the threesome between all the paths to reflect your current physical characteristics.\n-Added two new locations, one of which has content beyond a simple description.\n-Two new NPCs have been introduced. One of which has some content.\n-New item added to the store in town. Becomes available after visiting a certain location in the game on the third day.\n-Followup scenes for those who missed the body on the waterfront on day 2.\n-Night three dream sequence written.\n-New depravity event can trigger in the bad part of town. Very rare.\n-Added about 10k words of new content total, bringing the grand total up to more than 127k words of total content.\n-Patrons who pledged $10 or more have been added to the "Special Thanks" section of the game. You guys are awesome, and you have no idea how much your support means, or how much it helps. Thank you.\n\n\nChangelog .56\n-Your usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-New conversation options for several NPCs.\n-New "Leatherbound Tome" entires.\n-New naughtyness for fully female characters.\n-Added about 7k words of new content total, bringing the game to a grand total of about 117k words of total content.\n\n\nChangelog .53\n-Your usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-First of the Day 3 content has been added to the game. (Hang out in a basement, read a creepy book, get hit with a stick, have some laughs, . . . . )\n-New dialog option(s) added to some NPCs.\n-Added about 7k words of new content total, bringing the game to a grand total of about 110k words of content total.\n\n\nChangelog: .50\n-The usual spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Fixed a bug that was keeping Nadia unsexable.\n-Some small cosmetic changes.\n-New items button in the sidebar instead of needing to reference the "you" button. Should serve to make use and reference of items more instinctive.\n-Major update to the content in the sidebar.\n-"Wanton Cove History Book" now has readable content.\n-The remainder of the Day 2 content has been added. (Some followup still needed among NPCs)\n-About 8k words of new content total, bringing the game to a grand total of about 103k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .45\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Added naughty endings for combat to replace lethal ones. This affects the Waterfront, Forest, Street, and Slum areas.\n-Bath scenes have been added for all taint levels.\n-A TON of mechanical rework in order to streamline the code/make the code easier to work with/make the game run a little smoother, that should save me a bit of time in the long run.\n\n\nChangelog: .40\n-The usual bug, spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Combat added to Main Street (Three variants)\n-Combat added to Trail (Three variants)\n-New event for Tanya for characters who have talked with Phil about Tom.\n-Five new random scenes for your Room, one of those is HUGE with more than forty different ways it can play out depending on choices made. (Basically, I felt the need to write a little porn for a change.)\n-Increased chance of events when going to your room.\n\n\nChangelog: .30\n-Combat engine built, debugged, gebugged again, and finally got it working correctly.\n-Combat added to Waterfront.\n-Combat added to Tavern.\n-Combat added to Slum.\n-Cabin in the Woods location Added to the game.\n-Ms Sherwood's home Added to the game.\n-First Aid Kit added to the General Store.\n-First Aid Kit made usable from Inventory.\n-First Aid Kit made usable in Combat.\n-Major rework to NPC menus.\n-Recluse NPC Added to game.\n-Ms Sherwood Added to her home.\n-New character to sex up, with two new scenes, one of which has three (Minor) variants.\n-Major rework to random encounters to make taint events to trigger at the time of goo events instead of the next time they navigate to a different location.\n-Major rework to Case Notes section, including updates and cleaning things up a bit. Every person introduced in the game should now appear in the case notes now.\n-Fixed multiple minor bugs, spelling errors, grammar errors, and other minor improvements.\n-No more scene teleportation when navigating from location to location.\n-Trail, Shipbuilder's Shack, and Bluff are no longer accessable on the first day.\n-Tanya received major rework, including two new intro scenes depending on when you talk to her and what you have done up to that point.\n-Default name added to main character make it less likely that you can accidentally leave it blank when starting the game\n-Can no longer go straight back to bed after sleeping the first night.\n-Can no longer buy yourself into debt at the general store.\n-New Font added to the game. I felt it gave the text more flavor. Let me know if you guys don't like it, I can change it back.\n-Tried several different backgrounds for the game. Wasn't happy with any of them. This idea has been put on the back burner, until a suitable background can be located.\n-Reworked some taint/sex scenes to better reflect the character's description.\n-Special thanks to Rfpnj and Sensate for grinding their way through about a dozen test releases. Without all their hard work, this update would still be a long way out, and it would be buggy as hell.\n-60K words of content, 10k more than the previous release.\n-Most recent Test Build: Test .25n\n\n<<back>>

I pull my long coat around myself, if only to cover my fully female body from myself for a fleeting moment.\n\nMercifully, I begin to hear something. Something that momentarily draws my attention away from my physical changes.\n\nThe sound is somewhere between a hum and a chant, with soft moans of arousal punctuating the drone at the very edge of my ability to hear.\n\nI focus on the sound, using it to anchor myself so I do not have to think about my female form too much.\n\nI begin to turn in a slow circle, trying to figure out from which direction the sound might be coming from, but it proves difficult. I've nearly finished turning in a full circle when I notice a patch of the fog that seems darker than the rest. Not for lack of fog, but as if something is pulling the depth and substance from the fog.\n\nMy curiosity winning out over my caution, I take a few steps toward the darkness. I quickly stop short when I realize that I'm merely looking at that black //nothing// from before. \n\nTurning back toward where I had come from, I stagger backward in alarm when I find the void mere inches from my face. \n\nBefore I can fall, I hear the sound of my boot striking wood. Reaching out quickly, I close my hand around a thick length of rope. I look around frantically, trying to orient myself again only to realize that I'm somehow standing on the rope bridge from before, or perhaps another like it.\n\nWhile it only took a single step back to end up on the bridge, it somehow takes me a dozen paces before my feet touch the brown gray soil of the land once more. \n\nI look from side to side, trying to spot the blackness again. It feels like my head is spinning in circles as I try to make sense of my situation, I question my sanity, I question whether this is a dream, and more than anything I feel deep down that I'm not understanding something profound in this moment, like I'm the alien in a place that was never intended to host a being of my limited understanding. And that more than anything makes me feel shaken, knowing that whatever is happening here is so far beyond my understanding that I'll never be able to see the world in the same way ever again. //Is this still my world? Or is this somewhere //else//.//\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEnd2]]

<<set $Depravity += 1>><<if $Taint gte 95>>Uncertain about what I'm thinking about doing, I turn towards Azumi. Without warning, she leans in to kiss me on the lips. I can hear her moan happily at the contact. \n\nWith a push, I land on my back on her bed. She quickly straddles me before I can offer any resistance, her hands running over my chest through my clothes once, causing a pleasant tingle, befure she roughly shoves my shirt up over my head. \n\nLooking up into her deep brown eyes, I can see raw hunger in her expression. Once my shirt is off, her hands quickly move to my crotch.\n\nThough I dont try to stop her, I dont try to help either, regardless she has little trouble freeing me of my pants. She climbs off of me just long enough to pull my pants free and toss them on the floor before she pounces on me. Taking hold of both of my legs, she lifts them up into the air, spreading them slightly then draping them over her shoulders. \n\nShe takes her cock in hand, guiding it to my moist slit.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as Azumi's cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of her cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as she settles balls deep inside of me. My eyes bulge at the feeling of her massive cock inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, she holds herself deep inside me before she pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds she's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as she begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\nThere's a look of pure euphoria on her face.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the Azumi a moment to line himself up with my willing hole. With a gentle nudge, she presses forward, her cock sliding into my pussy. \n\nShe then pulls back, then thrusts forward as she begins to fuck me. Looking at her face, she looks to be in a state of complete bliss.\n\n<<endif>>Azumi's hips thrust wildly, with no sense of technique, but instead with a raw need. \n\nAll I can do is moan beneath her as she repeatedly plunges into my depths.\n\nSuddenly, she shoves forward, I can feel the crown of her cock press past my cervix to peek inside my new womb just before she starts to tremble on top of me. Her cock bulges inside of me as it throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth that brings me to orgasm. My cervix spasms, kissing the tip of her cock as it tries to receive more of her seed.\n\nHer expression is affectionate as she pulls back, her still hard penis slipping free of my hole with a wet sound. I look down to see a strand of her cum connecting us as it sags before finally breaking.\n\nA shy smile crosses her lips, then she quickly stands up, turning away from me as she picks up my pants to return them to me.\n\nIt takes me a minute, especially given how distracted I am by the sight of her naked body, her hard cock still glistening with a mix of our fluids, but I finally get dressed again.\n\nWhen I sit back on the bed, she quickly joins me again, clutching at my arm once more and rubbing her face against my shoulder in a gesture that makes me think of a cat.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 75>>I turn towards Azumi, my other arm slipping around her middle to pull her to me. \n\nWith a surprising display of agility, she pivots and lands on my lap, straddling me. A faint smile is obvious on her lips.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at her, admiring her beauty while fighting the urge to end this before it truly begins. \n\nMy gaze strays to her breasts. I barely have to lean forward to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans loudly in delight. After a moment, I move to her other nipple. I can feel her hands encircling my head, grabbing a fist full of hair in each hand as she presses my face into her breasts. By the time she releases me, we're both breathless.\n\nReaching under herself, she unbuckles my pants and shoves them part way down my hips to expose my embarassingly small manhood. She glances down, but shows no sign of dissappointment at the sight. Instead, she lowers herself onto my lap and starts to grind her hips against me. I can feel the tip of my little cock catch at her opening as it slides up and down her slit, but never quite entering her fully. \n\nThe feeling is incredible, and I fall back on the bed, closing my eyes as I try to simply enjoy the sensation of my little cock gliding along her feminine folds.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel the first signs of an impending orgasm, her own movements quickening as she too grows close. She presses down hard on my groin with the next rock of her hips, and I finally feel my short length slip inside just in time to start cumming. At the same time, I can feel her pussy quivering around me, and as I open my eyes, her cock jerks, sending a thick rope of cum flying through the air, most of which flies right over my head, though a little bit of it catches me across the forehead and one cheek.\n\nFor the next several minutes, I try to catch my breath. All the while she continues to move her hips slowly, seemingly to savor the feel of my little penis inside of her pussy.\n\nEventually, she smiles down at me, a little color creeping into her cheeks, //She runs around naked, and NOW she acts embarrassed?//\n\nShe looks away self consciously, then slips out of my lap to sit on the bed beside me. I can tell from the angle of her head that she is looking at my crotch as I pull my pants back in place.\n\nWhen I finally sit back up, she scoots up beside me, pressing her body against my side again.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>As if sensing my thoughts, Azumi stands up quickly, reaching for my pants and pulling them roughly down. The moment my already hard cock comes into view, she smiles broadly, a twinkle in her eye as if she just found some coveted prize. \n\nHer sudden aggression makes me more hesitant than I already was, but she shows no sign of noticing.\n\n"Fuck me from behind," She says, excitement clear in her beautiful voice. Without waiting for any response from me, she crawls up onto the bed on her hands and knees before looking over her shoulder at me.\n\nSwallowing hard, I wonder if its too late to back out. She wiggles her ass at me enticingly.\n\nI pause, looking at the view before me. She has a perfect ass, smooth and pale, with a small anus. Below that is a glistening pussy, so wet in fact that I can see a bead of her juices running down the inside of her thighs already. Beneath her pussy is her scrotum, filled with two full testicles, and her big cock dangles hard beneath her, bobbing with every movement she makes.\n\n"Hurry," She says, arousal thick in her voice.\n\nStepping out of my pants, I move onto the bed behind her. Buying myself a moment of reprieve, my fingers find her pussy, sliding along her velvety folds. She presses back against my fingers, moaning lewdly as she does so. \n\nAfter a few seconds, I replace my fingers with my penis. I barely touch her slit with the tip before she presses back, somehow managing to line herself up perfectly and take me balls deep inside of her with a single swift movement.\n\nHer body trembles, and I realize that the mere act of penetration was enough to make her cum. I waste no time, taking hold of her hips and starting to fuck her. The wet slapping sounds made from our contact fills the room with a steady rhythm. The sound punctuated by her wanton moans.\n\nI can't help but marvel at how tight she feels around me, especially since my manhood has shrunk so much since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\nNo matter how muck I would like the feeling to continue forever, its not long before I can feel my balls starting to pull tight, my cock swelling slightly as I try to hold back for a few more precious moments. \n\nI can feel her pussy clamp down suddenly, quivering around my length. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any more if my life depended on it. My cock throbs, firing a blast of my cum into her pussy, a second, third, and even fourth stream flows forth with no sign of slowing. All the while she cries out with her own orgasm, her pussy seemingly intent to milk me dry. My cock twitches again, my balls starting to ache as they give up the last of their contents.\n\nAzumi makes a soft sound of protest as my wilting manhood slips free of her hole, though when she rolls onto her back, there is a content look on her face.\n\nReaching for my pants, I start to put them on. In the meantime, Azumi spreads her legs, showing me her pussy as she begins to play with it. I can see my cum slowly leaking out of her hole as she pushes it back inside with her fingers.\n\nOnce I'm dressed again, I reach out, offering her my hand. She takes it and I pull her back into a sitting position before sitting beside her again.\n\nShe makes a contented sound as she snuggles up beside me.\n\n<<else>>"I'm not really sure if we should be doing this?" I say hesitantly.\n\nAzumi looks up at me with surprise, biting her lip as she smiles in sudden understanding, "Please," The one word is enough to break my reluctance.\n\nI stand up, working the buckle on my pants before taking them off. Meanwhile, Azumi lays back on the bed, spreading her legs for me.\n\nMy eyes are drawn towards the pillar of flesh jutting up from her groin, but my cock seems only interested in the welcoming hole resting beneath it. I crawl onto the bed as I get into position, reaching down, I guide my member to her slit where I slide it along her sopping wet folds once before pushing forward. \n\nThough her pussy is tight, I have no trouble sliding into her. I can feel my balls press firmly against her flesh as my full length enters her.\n\nShe looks up at me, bliss on her face and adoration in her eyes. When I start to move, her eyes roll back in her head slightly as she moans lewdly. \n\nAfter the first couple of thrusts, she begins to move her hips, her movements matching my own perfectly. Between her tightness, and her clear carnal talent, I know I wont last long.\n\nShe wraps her legs around me, her heels on my ass as she encourages me to fuck her harder. I oblige, my pace speeding up significantly. Less than a minute later, my rhythm becomes erratic as I fight to hold back just a little longer, and even so she's still able to match my movements. \n\nWith a loud roar, I struggle to hold back just a fraction of a second longer, but when her heels spur me into her depths again, I loose all control as I begin to paint her womb with my seed. Her vagina convulses around my length, her body trembling as she experiences her own orgasm. I feel something wet splash against my shirt as her cock jerks, spraying cum everywhere.\n\nLong after all my seed is spent, I can feel her pussy still quivering as it tries to coax just a little more out of me. I can see her cock still leaking a lazy stream of cum that is pooling on her belly.\n\nWith some reluctance, I sit up, my wilting cock slipping free of her hole with a soft, sticky wet sound. For a moment, I look at her, enjoying the view of her body before reaching for my clothes to redress.\n\nA couple of minutes later, I sit back on the edge of the bed as she moves to sit beside me.\n\n<<endif>><<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>><<set $AzumiSex += 1>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 49>>I'm only a step past the threshold when a sudden movement draws my attention to a window to my right. For a split second, I think I see a shape behind the stained glass, but even as I look, the pale shadow fades from view.\n\nFeeling uneasy, my gaze lingers on the stained glass window for several more seconds before I turn my attention to [[the interior of the Church.|stepping carefully inside.]]<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>Barely over the door's threshold, I see an all too familiar, feminine shape behind one of the stained glass windows lining the side of the Church.\n\n//Shagth, larlay'eh, larish uch'uuh Zal'chaas?// The feminine voice purrs in the back of my mind.\n\n"I'm not ready yet," I answer. Shivering, goosebumps rising on my arms as I realize I just answered a voice I could not understand.\n\n//What the Hell is wrong with me.// I think, fear welling up inside me like blood from a fresh cut.\n\nThe shape behind the glass tilts its head to one side, something about the movement making her look pleased. Dark shadows seem to reach forward, enveloping her form in tentacles of darkness before fading from view.\n\nMy hand almost strays to my crotch before I manage to stop myself. I shudder as I feel something brush against my crotch, driving my sudden arousal higher. I barely stifle a moan, then the feeling is past. \n\nShaken to my core, I watch the window for several more minutes, unsure if I'm more afraid of her return, or more afraid that she wont.\n\nSwallowing hard, I turn my attention to the [[interior of the Church.|stepping carefully inside.]]<</if>>

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to pull my eyes off of the man's cock, his length glistening with the woman's juices.\n\nTaking a couple of steps towards him, I fall to my knees right in front of him.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I feel a thrill run through me, part excitement, part fear, and part revulsion at what I find myself wanting to do. Seeing the look on my face, the man merely smiles down at me, pointing his cock straight towards me.\n\nI lean forward, giving the tip a tentative lick, //I can taste her pussy,// I think as the flavor hits my tongue. I give a second, longer lick, letting my tongue linger this time, //Maybe this isn't so bad,// I think as my arousal rapidly increases.<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement, my pussy dampening perceptibly as I lean forward, giving the tip of his cock a tentative lick.\n\n//That tastes nice,// The thought crosses my mind of its own accord. I shudder, and I'm not sure if its because of the person I've become since arriving in Wanton Cove, or if its in arousal.\n\nI let my lips close around the crown of his cock, the ridge around its head just barely outside of my mouth as my tongue twirls slowly around the pulbious purple head of his penis.\n\nClosing my eyes, I savor the texture of the man's precum against my tongue for several long seconds, the tip of my tongue lingering at the little slit at the tip of his cock. <<endif>>\n\nImpatient at my timid approach, the man grabs hold of my head, forcing me down on his cock. Mercifully, he stops half in my mouth, my lips stretched wide over his large cock, before I can gag on his considerable length.\n\nI try to pull back, but the man's grip tightens, refusing my retreat. My eyes widen as he begins to fuck my mouth, never thrusting quite hard enough to make me gag.\n\nIn spite of myself, I find myself enjoying the man's rough treatment. My tongue instinctively twirling around his shaft.\n\n"Oh god, with a little practice you could be a real pro at this," The man says in clear approval.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>A hint of a smile touches my lips before I can suppress it, "I'm going to cum," The man groans, thrusting his cock down my throat. I can feel his big cock throb and swell in my throat, a moment later, I feel warmth gushing down my throat and into my belly. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize that he's cumming down my throat.\n\nWith a satisfied groan, the man pulls his cock out, leaving me gasping for breath, his last trickle of cum coating my tongue with his salty, slimy seed.\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>A hint of a smile touches my lips before I can suppress it, "I'm going to cum," The man groans, thrusting his cock down my throat. I can feel his big cock throb and swell in my throat, a moment later, I feel warmth gushing down my throat and into my belly. My eyes widen in surprise as I sputter, the man's seed quickly overflowing my mouth as he pulls out, spraying an astonishing amount of cum on my tongue, lips, and face. <<endif>>\n\nThe man grinned down at me, his smile a hint unkind. "You'll make a good little slut," He growls.\n\nPutting the odd comment aside, I wipe my mouth. My eyes flicker to the woman, who watched the whole scene with an amused smile on her lips.\n\nTurning away from both of them, I quickly exit the room.\n\nA minute later, [[I find myself back in my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 3>>\n

I scream as I sit bolt upright in bed. My entire body is drenched in sweat, though I shiver uncontrolably.\n\nWith trembling hands, I reach down to touch my body, finding myself to be mostly unchanged from the night before.\n\nIt takes me several minutes to get my breathing back under control, and longer than that before I stop shaking enough that I trust myself to get out of bed. \n\nI look out the window in the hopeless desire to see the clouds part, for just a hint of sunlight to become visible. \n\nInstead, I see the same dark clouds that have plagued my existance for the better part of a week now. I wonder if they are perhaps just a little lighter, though I fear I am merely guilty of wishful thinking.\n\nReluctantly, and questioning my state of mind, I finally slip out of bed and prepare myself for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nMy pulse pounding in my ears, I face the inhuman //thing// before me.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tThe abomonation is still on its feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tThe abomonation falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at the creature.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by the creature's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|HybridLoss]]\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tThe creature slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,4)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe creature's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|HybridLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe creature's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tThe abomonation throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(2, 3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|HybridLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe creature missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nThe abomonation attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tThe creature disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tThe abomonation fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering the creature, you [[flee from your attacker.|Run down part of town.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|Hybrid1]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|Hybrid1]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch the creature.|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot it|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|I prepare to defend myself.][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

The last of my clothes discarded on the floor, I lay on the bed, my pussy aching with need. I don't have to\n\nI don't have to say a word. With a lewd grin, she moves to stradle me, the fingers of one of her hands part the wet folds of my pussy a second before her own pussy is positioned above my face.\n\nWith a smile, I lick her pussy, a second later, I feel her tongue slide lightly across my slit. I shudder in pleasure. A second lick parts the lips of my pussy and flick lightly across my clit. \n\nA little moan escapes her lips when my own tongue glides over her clit. She pauses with her lips against my pussy, her moan vibrating plesantly against my sensitive flesh. Taking her reaction as encouragement, I focus my attention on her clit, licking and sucking at her erect bud. \n\nWith her lips against my pussy, I feel her tongue slide against my opening, squirming as her tongue begins to work its way into my hole. <<if $Cherry is "True">>Her tongue worms deeper inside of me, the sensation completely alien to me. I tense suddenly as I feel a sudden discomfort when her tongue puts pressure on something inside of me.\n\nAs suddenly as I tense, she stops, lingering at that place inside of me before backing off of me.\n\n//Did she just press her tongue against my hymen?// I barely have time to realize how close I just came to having my cherry popped by this woman when she starts lapping eagerly at my pussy, sending me into a state of bliss that leaves me unable to focus on anything by my own pleasure <<else>>Feeling her tongue work its way deep inside of me, I can't help but moan softly.\n\nTaking my reaction as encouragement, she begins to eagerly tongue fuck my dripping pussy.\n\nAll I can do is lay there on the bed, my eyes closed as I'm nearly overcome by my own pleasure. <<endif>>\n\nWhen I finally start to regain my focus, I return my attention to her clit.\n\nA few seconds later, I feel the bed shift, but I pay little mind to it, my attention focused on the taste of her pussy and the feel of her tongue working its magic on my cunt.\n\nSomething slides past my nose, my eyes focusing on something directly in front of my face. \n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>A mixture of surprise and revulsion cross my features as I see the man's cock before my face, lining up with the woman's cunt and sliding inside.\n\nFrom my position beneath the woman, there's no escape for me. For several seconds, I watch, feeling a hint of arousal, as I see his cock gliding in and out of the pussy I had been licking just seconds before, his low hanging balls swinging only inches above my face. \n\nClosing my eyes, I try to ignore the fact that the man is fucking the woman doggy style so close to my face, instead focusing on the sensations of the womans moans as her lips press firmly against the lips of my pussy.\n\nHer tongue works faster and faster, my own orgasm approaching rapidly.\n\nFrom the sound of the couple's fucking, mere inches from my face, I can tell that the man is nearing his own climax.\n\nI tense, the woman pressing her face tightly against my pussy just a second before I start to loose control. My pussy floods with my juices, spilling out around her lips to soak her face. At the same time, the man above me slams balls deep inside of the woman's cunt. I can see his balls pull up tight in his sack, his muscles clenching rhythmically as he fills her pussy with his cum.\n\nAfter several seconds, he pulls out suddenly, some of his cum dribbling out in his wake to spatter my face with his seed.\n\nThe woman remains on top of me for several more seconds, leaving me unable to wipe the man's cum from my face. When she finally does move, I quickly wipe his seed from my face, while he lets out a soft chuckle.<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>Looking up, I'm surprised to see the man's cock mere inches from my face. I see him line himself up with her cunt, sliding inside in a single motion.\n\nFrom my position beneath the woman, I couldn't escape the situation even if I wanted to, not that I minded the view. I feel my pussy quiver against the woman's mouth as I watch, fascinated, as I see the man's cock sliding in and out of her well lubed pussy like a piston, his balls swinging inches from my face.\n\nReaching up, I rub the woman's clit, my eyes locked on the place where the man's cock keeps vanishing into the woman's cunt. I can't help but smile at the exquisite view before me,\n\nIts not long before I can feel my orgasm approaching. At almost the same time, the man slams deep inside of the woman on top of me. I can see his balls pull up tight, muscles clenching rhythmically as he fills her pussy with his cum. The sight is enough to push me over the edge, my pussy floods with my juices, spilling out around her lips to soak her face.\n\nWhen the man pulls out, a gob of his cum slides from her pussy in his wake, striking me across the cheek and lips as it falls from her pussy. \n\nSurprised, I keep my mouth closed until the woman moves off of me. The moment I can reach my face, I wipe the man's seed from my lips.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Looking up, I'm plesantly surprised to see the man sliding his cock into the woman's cunt, his balls brushing over my nose as he sinks his length into her. Leaning forward, I lick the woman's pussy, right where his cock meets the woman's pussy. I can feel the man's shaft sliding along my tongue as I lick at her pussy.\n\nMy pussy aches with need, as the woman's talented tongue coaxes me closer and closer to orgasm. \n\nIts only moments before the woman tenses up above me, a powerful orgasm coursing through her body. At the same time, the man quickly pulls out of the woman's pussy, his cum spraying my face as his cock twitches above me. When he nudges forward, I find my lips wrapping around the crown of his cock, suckling at it for the last couple drops of cum within. \n\nAfter a couple of seconds, the man pulls back, his balls brushing over my forehead as his cock slips free of my mouth. Seeing the cock poised over my face erodes my last bit of resistance, my body tremble in pleasure as I begin to cum, my juices flooding into the woman's mouth.\n\nI can't help but grin as the three of us disentangle ourselves. <<endif>> \n\nQuickly redressing myself, [[I retreat to my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $random to random(1,8)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" && $random gte 5>>Nearby, I can see the large creature, one of the gray-green fish men, position itself to attack.\n\nIts body glistens in the rain at it stares unnervingly at me, one eye blinking slowly just a second before the other does.\n\nA cold dread settles into my belly, the familiar weight of my trusty .38 Special bringing me little comfort with what I have little doubt is about to come.\n\nAs if sensing my realization, it bares its mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Making the same sound that drew my attention in the first place, the creature lunges at me.\n\n<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<elseif $random lte 3 && $Day gte 5>>Motion draws my attention to a sickly pale shape moving my direction. Turning towards it, I can see something hiddeous. \n\nToo wide eyes stare at me as its massive mouth opens to reveal a double row of needle like teeth. \n\nIn instinctively reach for my .38 Special at the same moment the abomonation charges.\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(5,7)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>> \s<<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Near one of the warehouses, I can see someone standing in the shadows, watching me. \n\nI pause, my hand reaching for my .38 Special, its presence bringine me a sense of comfort. Almost as soon as I do so, the figure moves, his stride and demeanor setting off alarms in the back of my mind. \n\nThe man is almost to me by the time my .38 Special clears its holster.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>On the docks, I see a figure looking at me. I can't tell if its a man or a woman, but the anger coming off of the figure is almost a physical thing.\n\nMy hand reaches for my .38 Special at almost the exact moment that I see a smile touch the figure's lips.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I hear a boot strike the wooden dock just outside of my pariphial vision. \n\nInstinct kicks in, I take a half step to the side as I turn towards the sound, my hand finding my .38 Special with practiced ease.\n\nMy .38 Special clears its holster as the figure rushes me.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $enemyWeapon = "gun">>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 30>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,6)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><</if>><</silently>> \s<<endif>>\n\n[[Fight|fight]]\n

Each careful step causes a new creak or groan from the old rope bridge. Occasionally I freeze up as I hear a board start to splinter beneath my boot. \n\nI'm nearly half way across the bridge when I dare to look down again. The sag in the middle of the bridge makes it easier to see what is below.\n\nThrough the fog I can see something white, and fluid. It moves gently like something is moving just beneath the surface. <<if $SailorGoo1 is "Played">>The faint glow the substance puts off, accompanied by the smell in the air, I have little doubt that what lies below is a small river of White Goo. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 25>>Feeling more uneasy than I had before, I wonder at the implications.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>I feel a sudden ache in my pussy as a rising tide of arousal leaves me breathless. Tightening my grip on the rope bridge, I spend several seconds fighting back the urge to simply dive over the side of the bridge into the stuff.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>I can feel a rising tide of arousal course through my body, my undersized cock throbbing suddenly in my pants. I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself, but it only serves to make things worse as I fill my nostrils with the heady scent of the White Goo. For several minutes I stand there, focusing my thoughts once more.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 45>>My heart suddenly races at the implications. My eyes widening in horror as I wonder what so much of the stuff would do to me.\n\n<</if>><<else>>Looking down, I can see that the stuff puts off a faint glow, and part of me wonders if the stuff accounts for the salty sweet smell in the air.\n\nThough I find myself curious about what the stuff might be, the rational part of my mind suggests that it may be better if I don't find out.\n\n<</if>>I don't know if its because I stood in place for too long, or if there was some other reason, but with a sudden cracking sound that echoes loudly in the fog, the board beneath my feet splinters and gives way.\n\nFrantically, I grasp at the rope bridge, loosing my grip on one side as I fall, then wrenching my arm violently as my other hand catches all of my weight at once. \n\nI make the mistake of looking down in panic, seeing my feet dangling bare inches above the river of White Goo.\n\nWith my free hand, I flail, trying to grab hold of anything that might help hold me up. But its too late. I can't quite get a grip on anything before the fingers of my other hand slip from the rope.\n\n[[I scream as I fall.]]

<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>Glancing around the room, I find a piece of cloth large enough to wrap the book in. Its not a perfect way to transport the book, but it will keep most of the weather off of it.\n\n//I'll have to work on translating this when I have a moment. Not sure if it has anything to do with the pastor's death, but it never hurts to follow all of your leads.// I think as I tuck the book beneath my heavy coat.\n\nWith one last glance around the room, I turn back to the ladder and climb back up to the Church.\n\n<<else>>With one last glance around the room, I turn back to the ladder and climb back up to the Church.\n\n<</if>><<churchlink "Church.">>\n

[[return|$return]]\n\nNOTES: \n-Many of these scenes are affected by your current Taint and/or Depravity levels. \n-Combat loss scenes have not been added on purpose. Too many things that can break the game if not routed through combat first.\n-Many of these scenes are set up on randomizers so clicking the same link multiple times may result in different scenes even at the same Taint/Depravity levels.\n-Some of these scenes have the potential to break the game if you play them before the game intends, resulting in people you've never met recognizing you, or other weirdness.\n-It is possible that you will be unable to interact with some scenes because where you are in the story or other factors. \n-I have also added several of the non-interactive "Adult" scenes to this list. \n-Its entirely possible that I have missed some of the "Adult" content in the game. If you can think of anything I may have missed, let me know and I will get them added to the game.\n-You have been warned.\n\nBarmaid's Daughter Threesome: \n[[Nighttime Fun]]\n\nBarmaid's Daughter:\n[[Lady public fuck 1]]\n[[Aroused Lady 2]]\n[[Tavern4]]\n[[Tavern7]]\n\nBad Part of town:\n[[ArousedSlum1]]\n[[Slum 3]]\n\nTanya:\n[[MSSN1]]\n[[MSSN2]]\n[[BJ1]]\n[[BJ2]]\n[[DGGY1]]\n[[DGGY2]]\n\nAzumi:\n[[Have sex with her.]]\n[[AzumiSexMid]]\n[[AzumiSexHigh]]\n[[Azumi Rape]]\n\nNadia:\n[[Nadia Sex.|Accept her generous offer.]]\n\nMs Sherwood:\n[[Sherwood Sex]]\n\nAnne household:\n[[Anne Husband Sex]]\n[[Dewey sex.|Ask about her son Dewey.]] (Only Taint +95 will trigger sex here.)\n\nVick:\n[[VickSuck]]\n[[VickDoggy]]\n[[VickMSSN]]\n\nLebron Sisters:\n[[Lebron Home. First]]\n[[Lebron Visit.]]\n\nWhore yourself out: (Requires full female and +4 Depravity to play properly. Otherwise will rout you through some ambient scenes.)\n[[WhoreSelf]]\n\nBestiality:\n[[Puppy Love]]\n[[DogFuck]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

window.getRoomLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 3);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 2) {\n\t\tpassage = "Your room.";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonRoomEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};

So, you have delved into the darkest depths of our tale, and still wish to see more? \n\nMy, aren't you a brave one.\n\nWe have but one little question before we begin our tale anew:\n\n[[Do you wish to play the game with enhanced stats?]]\n\nor\n\n[[Do you long for a Happy Ending?]]

I bolt upright in bed, sweat dripping from my body and my sheets matted to my skin. A loud rumble of thunder is only just now starting to fade. //That one must have been close.//\n\nMy heart is racing, my pulse loud in my ears. I turn my eyes towards the door of my room, but there is no sign of Tom, or that thing that he had been replaced with. \n\nRattled, I shake my head in a futile attempt to clear it, then glance out the window. \n\n//Storm's still going strong.// I think as another flash of lightline lights the sky. Less than a second later, the roll of thunder follows.\n\nI can tell that its still really early, but I also know I won't be able to get any more sleep after the dream I just woke from.\n\nReluctantly rolling out of bed, I start [[preparing for my day.|Your room.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>Raising my hand, I knock on the old wooden door. The dirty white paint where I hit the door seems to flake off onto my knuckles. \n\nThe sound of my knocking is loud and crisp in the cool, damp air.\n\nFor almost a minute, I wait, listening. Soft groans can be heard from the mansion, like a sleeping giant that I might somehow rouse from its slumber. But it quickly becomes obvious that no one is coming to answer the door.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I raise my hand, using my knuckles to knock on the old wooden door. The sound that is caused is loud and hollow, echoing through the mansion and heard clearly against the backdrop of waves breaking against the rocky shore below.\n\nWaiting for several seconds, I can hear soft creaking sounds from the mansion, though I'm unable to determine if its the sound of someone moving around inside of the house, or if its merely the sound of the old mansion protesting as it settles in the damp earth.\n\nI stand there a little longer in the hopes that someone might answer the door, but eventually decide my time might be better spent by coming back at a later time.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>The sound of my knuckles rapping against the old wooden door is like the distant clap of gunfire in the cool air. \n\nAlmost immediately, I can hear what sounds like footsteps from inside the mansion, and I glance to the side just in time to see a curtain shift slightly.\n\nTaking half a step back from the door for a better look at the window I had seen the curtain move inside of, I wait expectantly.\n\nThe seconds tick on, stretching into minutes. Stepping towards the door again, I knock a second time, but this time I can hear nothing from inside, //Guess they dont want visitors.// I scowl, making mental note to come back at another time.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\n[[Step off the porch.|Bluff]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>The rain falls all around me, fat heavy drops that seem intent on beating me into the ground.\n\nRolling my shoulders, I try to ease the cill tightness in my neck and shoulders with little sucess. <<else>>For a brief moment, there is a small break in the clouds overhead, a ray of sunshine illuminating the area where I'm standing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward in the hopes of catching sight of the sun for the first time since arriving in Wanton Cove, but by the time I can look up, the clouds above me have already closed over the sun like a snuffer draped over a candle to put it out.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

Standing on the bluff overlooking the ocean, I glance down at the calm waters below. <<if $Day gte 5>> So camlm in fact that I can see raindrops breaking the surface of the ocean.<</if>> \n\nThe water moves gently, barely a rise and fall among the jagged rocks. But more troubling still is the way the wispy tendrils of fog that seem to reach impossibly towards the cliffs. <<if $Day gte 5>>\n\n//You'd think the rain would do away with this fog quickly, but it somehow seems to linger everywhere on this damned island.<</if>>\n\nFor more than a minute, I watch as the fog seems to reach towards me, just a little closer with every little rise of the water. An unexpected wave comes in through the rocks, crashing against the cliff face in a spray of salty water. The wave shifts and breaks the tendrils of fog, causing them to drift back down the cliff.\n\nAs the last signs of the wave vanishes amongst the shifting water among the rocks, the fog seems to recede from the cliff face.\n\nUncomfortable, [[I step back from the cliff's edge.|Bluff]]

A single woman, wrapped tightly in a rain coat makes her way down the street, her pace hurried. Walks only a few paces from where you are standing, only bothering to glance in your direction for the briefest moment before she's past. \n\nYou half turn to watch her go, but at the end of the block she takes the corner and dissappears from sight between two buildings.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>The air is filled with a roar as rain falls in heavy sheets from the unrelenting black sky. Across the street, you can see a pair of figures moving quickly, trying to shield themselves from the rain as they move.<<else>>Two women accompanied by a single younger girl walk huddled in a small group. When you look at them, your innocent glance is returned by uncertain looks. The kind I've seen before when people know something but are far too scared to utter a word. \n\nI make mental note of their faces on the off chance I meet any of them alone, thinking that its possible I could glean some information from them.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>A figure is running down the street, wearing clothes that are clearly too large for them. When they get closer, I can see that it’s a woman wearing men’s clothing.\n\nAnywhere else, I’d find the scene amusing, but here in Wanton Cove it only serves to leave me feeling troubled.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>My eyes widen at the sight, not because of the woman or how she is dressed, but instead in horror at the shadows I see, dark patches reflecting off the rain rippled puddles that are formed in each place her boot presses into the muddy street.\n\nI want to cry out, to flee, but instead I am rooted to the spot as I wait for black tentacles of shadow to lunge forth to entangle me. \n\n//It’s not real.// I try to tell myself, but I know the thought for a lie even if I was somehow able to ignore the sound of the laughing whispers that threaten to deafen me.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>The whispers in my mind seem to coo, clearly amused. I try to shut them out, with limited success.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Is it really a woman though?// The though sobers my mood.<<else>><<endif>><<else>>As I walk, I can see someone moving down the street, clearly in a hurry. It seems odd the way they are clutching at their clothes, as if trying to hold them in place. It reminds me of a child trying to dress in their parent’s clothes.\n \nAs the figure gets close enough to see clearly, I can see that it’s actually a woman wearing men’s clothing.\n\nI have just enough time to find the scene amusing before I notice the look on the woman’s face. The self-conscious expression leaves my smile stillborn on my lips.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>Looking between two buildings, I can see the rain falling off the roof in a curtain to splash among the mud and grime in the narrow alley. <<else>>A whimper pulls my attention to a narrow alley between two buildings. \n\nA woman, her skirt hiked up around her hips and her underclothes down around her knees is leaning against one wall. Behind her is a man with his pants bunched around his ankles, thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>Seeing the scene fills me with a hint of jealousy, my own arousal becoming nearly impossible to ignore. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>> My cock becomes rigid, almost painfully so as it throbs with need. At first, I try to adjust it in my pants, but after a few seconds, I slip my hand inside my pants, my fingers slipping around its girth.\n\nMy eyes never leaving the couple, I time my strokes with the man’s thrusts, imagining what it must feel like to be inside of the woman, her pussy wrapped around my length. \n\nIt only takes a couple of minutes before I can feel the telltale pressure building in my balls, the tightening in my groin as I near orgasm. My hips jerk once as I begin to cum, my seed coating the inside of my pants with a sticky wetness.\n\nWhen I start to focus again, I can see the couple looking at me, both of them watching me as they continue to fornicate.\n\nI half smile, unsure of what else to do, then hastily make my exit.<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>My undersized cock stiffens, almost painfully so. At first, I try to adjust it in my pants, but after a few seconds, I slip my hand inside my pants, my fingers slipping around it.\n\nMy eyes never leaving the couple, I time my strokes with the man’s thrusts, imagining what it must feel like to be inside of the woman, her pussy wrapped around my length. \n\nIt only takes a couple of minutes before I can feel the telltale pressure building in my balls, the tightening in my groin as I near orgasm. My hips jerk once as I begin to cum, my seed coating the inside of my pants with a sticky wetness.\n\nWhen I start to focus again, I can see the couple looking at me, both of them watching me as they continue to fornicate.\n\nI half smile, unsure of what else to do, then hastily make my exit.<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>My tiny cock throbs, painfully hard. I squirm, but nothing I do seems to help. \n\nFinally, I give up on resisting the urge and slip one hand into my pants. At first, I try to take hold of my little cocklet, but finding myself unable to accommodate its small size, I instead start to rub it, like a large clit. \n\nMy eyes almost roll back in my head at the sensation. Timing my movements with the couple coupling, it’s not long before my body stiffens, my penis jerking as I coat my fingers with my own sticky cum.\n\nWhen my head begins to clear again, I notice the couple looking at me, watching what I am doing while still fucking one another. \n\nFeeling sheepish, I pull my hand from my pants and hurry on my way.<<else>>My pussy dampens, and though I try to squeeze my legs together and ignore it, the sensation seems to only grow more intense. \n\nAlmost against my will, one of my hands slips inside of my pants to touch myself, my fingers sliding along the folds of my slick new pussy. My finger’s movements are timed with the man’s thrusts down the alleyway, and it takes only seconds to bring myself to a powerful orgasm that leaves me weak in the knees. \n\nSagging to the muddy ground, I tremble in post orgasm bliss for several seconds before I realize that the couple is looking at me now, still fucking, but clearly both focused on me. \n\nI bite my lip, then stand quickly, hurrying from the scene.<<endif>><<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>I feel a surge of arousal at the sight, feeling a thrill at the thought of being involved in such a tryst. \n\nFor several seconds, I watch until I finally manage to force my eyes away from the scene.<<else>> My eyes widen at the sight and I quickly turn away from the scene.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>When I see the person, at first I think it's a man, but as our paths draw us closer to one another I start to notice that their facial features are more androgynous. \n\nMy eyes trail over their body, and I can detect a slight swell to their chest, like their shirt might be hiding breasts.\n\nWhen the person notices me looking, they fold their arms over their chest self consciously and make a point of looking anywhere but at me.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>> A woman nearly bumps into me as she passes by, prompting me to look a bit closer. \n\nI quickly do a double take when what I see is not what I expect to see. While the person clearly has a feminine build, and obvious breasts pressing against the front of their shirt, I can also see an adams apple and just a hint of soft hair on their face.\n\nStopping dead in my tracks, I start to turn to keep the person in my sight. The person notices however and their pace quickens, carrying them away from me before I can even think to say something.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>>I can see a woman standing in front of a building not far down the street. From where I am walking, I can see her fidget in her clothes, pulling at them as if trying to make it all fit properly. \n\n//If she didn't have a heavy jacket on to protect her from the rain, that dress would look rather flattering on her.//\n\nThe look on her face is one of annoyance as she tries to adjust her breasts to fit properly in the blouse of her dress. Then when she sees me watching, I can clearly see her blush even from where I am standing before she hurries off in the opposite direction.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

There are two ladies walking along the main street. Both are walking close to one another, the older looking one has her arm around her clearly pregnant counterpart.\n\nThe younger woman is so pregnant that she more waddles than actually walks, and it's fairly obvious that the older woman is there to help. \n\nHooked over her shoulder, the older woman carries a large satchel at her side. When she notices me, she casts a hard glare my direction but never slows as she walks with the younger woman.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

I struggle to fall asleep for an hour or more. Struggling to come to grips with everything that I learned today. \n\n//Tom,// The thought is surreal, //I found him.// \n\nI turn on my bed, my eyes opening up just wide enough to see the narrow band of light creeping under my door before closing them again. //But now what?//\n\nThat's the thought that dominates my mind as I finally drift off to a fitful sleep.\n\n[[Wake.|Your room.]]

<<if $SherwoodSex is "Not Played">><<if $Taint lte 30>>"Are you ok over there? It looks like you might have an itch that needs scratching," I ask softly.\n\nHer eyes snap up from my crotch, her blush deepening, "I, . . us, . . . should be," She stammers.\n\n"Its ok," I assure her. The way her hands are both shoved between her legs protectively only serves to make my cock harden.\n\nHer eyes wide, they return to my crotch, a mild tremor in her voice as she speaks, " I-I'm a virgin."\n\nThe admission takes me back a little, it takes me a second to regather my thoughts, "I think I can help you out without changing that," I say with my most reassuring smile I can manage.\n\nMs Sherwood's eyes flicker to her Bible, then back to me. Looking ashamed, she turns her eyes away from me and moves her hands away from her crotch.\n\nShe trembles as I touch the hem of her skirt, lifting it enough to slip my arm underneath as I kneel on the floor in front of her.\n\nA shuddering moan makes it past her lips as my hand slides up the inside of her thigh. \n\nWhen she tenses up, I slow my advance significantly, instead allowing my hand to lightly rub little circles on the inside of her thigh. Each circle I rub becomes slightly larger than the last, allowing me to make slow but steady progress towards her fragrant pussy.\n\nEnjoying the caresses, she eventually begins to relax a little, the little moans that escape her lips are a testament to the pleasure she is experiencing.\n\nWhen my fingertips first brush her panties, she lets out a startled moan, tensing a moment after her hips buck involuntarily.\n\nI let my hand remain against her panties, my thumb pressed lightly against her slit through the material until she begins to relax again. Her panties feel wet against my fingers.\n\n"I-I'm not sure thi-" She cuts off as I slide my thumb along her slit, distracting her from her train of thought.\n\nIts only a few seconds before Ms Sherwood begins to move against my hand, her hips moving in time with my thumb sliding up and down her panty covered slit.\n\nThis continues for a couple of minutes before her hands grasp my wrists in a vice like grip, her body shuddering in orgasm as she fights to suppress her cries of pleasure.\n\nWhen she finally starts to relax again, I lean forward, my head under the skirt of her dress. Ms Sherwood lets out a startled cry as I pull her panties to the side, my lips coming in contact with her bare slit as I taste her sex.\n\nHer hands grip the back of my head suddenly, though I'm unsure if even she knows if its to hold me where I am, or to try pulling my head away.\n\nMy tongue darts out, sliding easily along her glistening slit before flicking her clit.\n\nHer moan, part whimper, half cry of pleasure, is all the encouragement I need. I begin to lap at her sex with my tongue, pressing hard enough to part her netherlips as I drink her flowing juices.\n\nFor a moment, I consider plunging my tongue deep into her hole, but her admission to being a virgin restrains me. Regardless, its not long before her body tenses once more, a second, more powerful orgasm coursing through her body.\n\nWhen I slip from beneath her skirts, she's breathing heavily. One hand rests lightly on her bosom, while the other holds the arm of her chair in a firm grip.\n\nHesitantly, she looks me in the eye, "I never," She stops for a second, then tries again, "I didn't know you," She blushes a little darker, swallowing hard, "Maybe we can do that again some time?" She asks, her voice barely a whisper.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$SherwoodSex to "Played"; $Taint += 1]]<<else>>I start to open my mouth to say something, but stop short, //Maybe this isn't such a good idea.// I think dryly. \n\n//Given the changes I've been experiencing, I should at leat try to focus my attention elsewhere.// Attempting to turn my thoughts away from sex for a moment, I decide its best to simply change the subject.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood]]<</if>><<else>><<set $SherwoodCounter += 1>><<if $SherwoodCounter gte 5 && $Depravity gte 4 && $Taint lte 30>>"Ok," Ms Sherwood says meekly.\n\nLeaning back, she starts to lift her skirt, her eyes flickering to my own. I can see a mix of trust and affection in her expression.\n\nMoving towards her, my eyes never leave hers when I lean close, my face near her own. \n\nSeeing uncertainty enter her expression, I close the short distance between us and let my lips touch hers. \n\nShe seems surprised for a second, then she reluctantly returns the kiss.\n\nNot breaking the kiss, I reach for my belt, unfastening my pants before they slide down to pool around my knees.\n\nShe does not seem to notice.\n\nOne of my hands slides under her skirt, finding her panties. When my fingers slide over her panty clad pussy, her hips buck involuntarily as she tries to grind against my hand. \n\nI quickly pull her panties to the side and let me fingers glide along her wet pussy. She moans into my mouth, her tongue suddenly thrusting forward as if trying to penetrate my mouth the same way I plan to violate her pussy.\n\nShe makes a soft sound of protest when I remove my fingers, using her own juices to lubricate the tip of my cock. A pleased sound escapes her lips when my cockhead brushes her slit, but the moment she realizes its not my fingers pressing against her pussy, she tenses up.\n\nI shove forward. A cry of discomfort, offset by her moan of pleasure, fills the room. Her legs suddenly wrap around me while her hands cling to me, though I dont know if its in the hopes of preventing my escape, or to push me away from her.\n\nBreaking our kiss, I look into her eyes. Her expression is part aroused, part confused as she feels my penis filling her core. \n\nShe opens her mouth, and I'm sure she's going to say something, but instead she pulls my face close to hers as she kisses me with a hungry desperation.\n\nMoving my hips, I begin to fuck her with slow and deliberate movements. Her entire body shudders against mine.\n\nShe tries to move against me, but her inexperience shows as she breaks my rhythm with her awkward motions. Even so, the aroused sounds she is making, combined with the incredible tightness of her pussy convulsing around my throbbing cock is enough to push me over the edge in a matter of a few short minutes.\n\nPressing my hips firmly against her own, she gyrates her hips against me, trying to force more of my length inside of herself. Unable to hold back any longer, my cock begins to jerk inside of her. I can feel the ring of her cervix pressed tightly against the crown of my member as I begin to unload my seed directly into her womb.\n\nHer lips leave mine and I can see a shocked look on her face as she looks into my eyes, her body shuddering as she begins to cum, "Oh, OH! Ohhhhhh." Ms Sherwood's orgasmic moans fill the room.\n\nBy the time I have my pants on again, I can see her fingers sliding along her sex, worry clear in her expression as she rubs my cum into her pussy. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can say a word, I kiss her one more time, distracting her from whatever she's about to say.\n\nMs Sherwood is breathless when I finally break the kiss again.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood]]<<else>>"Ok," Ms Sherwood replies to my offer with a nervous smile.\n\nShe lifts her skirt slightly, not willing to meet my gaze as I approach, "Just what you did last time, ok?" She implores.\n\n"Sure," I reply, one of my hands sliding under her skirt and sliding slowly towards her crotch. \n\nHer knees part, allowing my hand better access as I near the damp crotch of her panties. \n\nA little shuddering moan escapes her lips as my fingers slide up and down her slit through her panties.\n\nPulling her skirt up a little, I kiss the inside of her thigh, letting my lips trail upwards towards her moist pussy.\n\nCarefully, I pull her panties to the side, my lips lightly brushing over her netherlips. Both of her hands grasp the back of my head firmly, her hips bucking in an effort to draw my lips more firmly against her sex.\n\nThen my give her exactly what she wants, my tongue gliding between her pussy lips, she moans, shuddering on the verge of orgasm almost before I can begin.\n\nMy tongue has hardly lapped between the sweet folds of her pussy a dozen times before her orgasm crests, her whole body thrashing, her lips pressed firmly together as she attempts to suppress her cries of passion.\n\nI lap slowly at her juices as she begins to calm, causing her to shudder lightly with every movement of my tongue. \n\nWhen she finally releases her grip on my head, I slide from beneath her skirt. Ms Sherwood looks embarrassed and wont meet my gaze, but at the same time, I can see a hint of satisfaction in her expression.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 54>>As I regain my seat, I can't help but notice the way my cock throbs and strains almost painfully within my pants.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$Taint += 1]]<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Moving back from her, slipping back into the small couch across from Ms Sherwood, I can't help but notice the way my little cock throbs insistently, aching to do a job that its now inadequate to perform.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$Taint += 2]]<<else>>Slipping back into the small couch across from Ms. Sherwood, my own pussy feels sopping wet and throbbing with a desperate need to be filled.\n\nWith a conscious effort, I try to focus my thoughts elsewhere.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$Taint += 3]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n<<endif>><<set $Taint += 5>>

Entering the small, overgrown park, I see someone standing on the other side of the park.\n\nWhen the figure moves, I see a flicker of red hair under their wide brimmed hat. //Tom?//\n\nBefore I consciously make a decision, I'm already in motion, my footsteps taking me rapidly across the small park. As I'm passing the fountain, I see the figure begin to move. For a split second, I get a better look at the figure. The red hair is about shoulder length, and the person's features are much thinner and feminine than Tom's.\n\nMy pace slows as I continue across the park, the momentary excitement of finding Tom quickly replaced by disappointment as I realize the figure isn't him.\n\nBy the time I reach the place the figure had been standing, they are long gone. I take a second to search my surroundings, glancing at the muddy holes that the figure's boots had made.\n\nI start to turn back the way I came when I see part of a hand rolled cigarette in a clump of grass nearby. Kneeling, I pick it up. The smell of smoke is still strong from the cigarette, and unlike everything else around me, its still dry to the touch.\n\n//So, our redhead is a smoker.// I file the little bit of information away in my head in case it ever becomes useful.\n\nFlicking the cigarette into the mud at my feet, I drift back into the park.\n\n[[Return my attention to the park.|overgrown park]]

Nadia's General Store has a slight musty smell about it. My boots striking the wooden floor is loud in the otherwise quiet store.\n\nA cursory check of the store reveals that the shelves are stocked with the kind of food and equipment that one would expect of a small store in a meager town like Wanton Cove.\n\nSlowly, I make my way through the store, taking note of what is here in case I have need of anything later.\n\nTowards the back of the store, I come across a large counter-top, an assortment of candies and trinkets on display around an old button operated till. \n\nDirectly behind the till is a middle aged lady. Her flowing brown hair hangs loose down her back. Her dark tanned skin is weathered and leathery. Her brown eyes meet my own, the smile on her lips just barely touching her eyes.\n\nWhen she opens her mouth to speak, I see that she is missing one of her front teeth, "And what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" She purrs. Leaning over the counter-top, her ample bosom threatening to spill out of her frilly white shirt.\n\n<<if $Nadia is "Played">>[[Talk with Nadia.|Nadia]]<<else>>[[Talk with the shopkeeper.|Nadia]]<</if>>\n\n[[See her wares.]]\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">>

The rain falls hard, I can hear the raindrops thundering against the leafy canopy far above. \n\nRemarkably though, I realize that very little of the rain is actually reaching the ground where I am standing.\n\nI glance about, noticing the way that water seems to run down the buildings, following every little contour as the water makes its way toward the ground. But when the water reaches the base of the buildings, it quickly vanishes between the cracks in the old road. \n\n//Is that by design?// I have to wonder.\n\nTurning my eyes to the ground at my feet, I realize that the paving stones appear completely dry still.\n\nNot sure what to think about what I am seeing, I force my attention back to the ruins as a whole.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Stepping closer to the body, I begin to take in more details.\n\n<<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerStrength) gte 12>>My eyes follow the gentle waves breaking softly against the jagged rocks of the shore. The way the water moves among the rocks to stop just short of the body, the light spray of water misting the body and keeping it wet. //Tide is going out,// I think, //She probably washed ashore this morning.//\n\nI let my eyes trail over the perfect, porcelian skin, taking note of the slight bloating of the body. Seeing how the hair is tangled with bits of seaweed, I lean a little closer, //For that seaweed to be tangled in her hair like that, she must have been in the water for quite a while.//\n\nWhen my eyes move to the dislocated shoulder, I see less sign of bruising near the injury than I would normally expect. //The dislocated shoulder must have been post mortum, otherwise I'd been seeing a lot more bruising around the shoulder.//\n\nLooking closer at the woman's ankle, the deep scar, combined with its placement, //I bet she walked with a faint limp.//<<set $B1Limp to "Played">>\n\nFinally, I reach out, nudging one leg to the side slightly while I look for bruising on the inside of her thighs, or any other sign of possible sexual assault. I see no sign of bruising, but I can't help but notice a bit of <<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>White Goo that seems to trickle slowly from her pussy. //That's the same White Goo I've seen before.//\n\n<<set $B1Goo to "Played">><<else>>white fluid, possibly semen, that seems to trickle slowly from her pussy. <<set $B1Sex to "Played">> <</if>><<elseif ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerStrength) gte 7>>My eyes follow the gentle waves breaking softly against the jagged rocks of the shore. The way the water moves among the rocks to stop just short of the body, the light spray of water misting the body and keeping it wet. //Tide is going out,// I think, //She probably washed ashore this morning.//\n\nI let my eyes trail over the perfect, porceline skin, taking note of the slight bloating of the body, //She's probably been in the water for a while too.//\n\nWhen my eyes move to the dislocated shoulder, I see less sign of bruising near the injury than I would normally expect.\n\nFinally, I reach out, nudging one leg to the side slightly while I look for bruising on the inside of her thighs, or any other sign of possible sexual assault. I see no sign of bruising, but I can't help but notice a bit of white fluid, possibly semen, that seems to trickle slowly from her pussy. \n\n<<set $B1Sex to "Played">><<else>>One of the first things I notice is that the gentle waves breaking softly against the jagged rocks of the shore, the water moving among the rocks stop just short of the body, while the light spray of water leaves it visibly damp.\n\nWhile my eyes trail over the body, I can see that the skin looks almost porceline, slightly bloated as if it had been in the water for an extended period of time\n\n<<set $B1Shoulder to "Played">><</if>>After a minute, I step back from the body again, //Looks like she might have been in the water for a while, I don't think I'll learn anything more from the body at this point. At least not without a proper autopsy.// <<set $B1Water to "Played">>\n\n[[Step away from the body.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]<<set $Body1a to "Played">>

I sputter, trying to force words past my lips. The implications of what she is offering sinking in with an unsettling certainty. "No," I croak out, my own voice sounding small.\n\nWhen her expression turns mildly dissapproving, I hastily add before I fully register what I am doing, "No Ma'am."\n\nHer husband has a strange look on his face, almost like he's both thankful for my rejection and thankful for it at the same time.\n\nWhat I said must have been the right thing, there's a slight upward twinge at the corner of her mouth that I'd call the start of a smile on almost anyone else.\n\nUnsteadily, I start to get to my feet, Lady Anne's eyes boring into my soul like she's looking at some kind of curiosity. My eyes dart to the door, fighting the urge to make my way that direction.\n\n"I'll be looking forward to our next visit," She purrs.\n\nLike I was suddenly released by some invisible chain, I take an unsteady step towards the door. Each consecutive step being a little more certain than the last.\n\nStopping at the door, I turn back towards Lady Anna, "Goodbye," I manage around my suddenly dry mouth.\n\nThe slight rise at the corner of her mouth wanders towards becoming a smile before I step out of her home.\n\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]

[[return|$return]]\n\n!Items:\n<<if $Settled is "Not Played">>Rucksack\n<</if>><<if $Letter is "Played">>Letter\n<</if>>.38 Special (<<print $Ammo>> Rounds)\n<<if $Armor is "true">>Heavy Vest\n<</if>>First Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]]<<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n<<if $Flashlight is "true">>Flashlight\n<</if>><<if $Knife is "true">>Knife\n<</if>><<if $Machete is "true">>Machete\n<</if>><<if $Rope is "true">>Rope\n<</if>><<if $History is "true">>[[Wanton Cove History Book]]\n<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>[[Leatherbound Tome]]\n<</if>><<if $Cigarette gte 1>>Cigarettes: <<print $Cigarette>>\n<</if>>Money: $<<print $Money>>\n\n[[return|$return]]

The scene before me stops me dead in my tracks. \n\n//Its happening.//\n\nI can barely make out shapes in the fog, though they seem to slip from sight any time I try to focus on any of them. Instead I direct my attention to the stone table, the altar laid out before me.\n\nOn the altar, I can see a man laying on top of a woman who appears to be chained to its surface. From the angle I am standing at, I can clearly see him penetrating her, thrusting repeatedly as he fucks her cunt. \n\nYears of habit take over. I reach into my jacket for my .38 Special, only to find it missing. Lacking that, I try to force myself forward, but seem to be rooted to the spot. \n\nI can only see the back of the man, but he seems somehow familiar, //The bones in his hair,// The man thrusts forward one last time, I can see his balls pull tight from where I am standing, his cock throbbing as he cums inside of his victim. //It's Vick.//\n\nWhen he climbs off of her, I can see the woman clearly for the first time. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi!// I think in alarm. <<else>>//The hermaphrodite from my dream.// I think in surprise. <</if>>Her expression is glazed, as if she is there in body, but her mind is elsewhere. From the neck down she is covered in blood from a thousand little cuts across her torso. My every instinct demands that I help her.\n\nVick turns toward me, a smile on his thin lips, "You're just in time." His tone holds a cold satisfaction to it.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Vick. Suddenly able to move again, I start making my way toward his captive, keeping plenty of distance between Vick and myself.\n\nAll the while, shapes move in the fog. I try to ignore them as best I can, but increasingly I am aware that not all of the shapes are human. I shake my head, trying to clear my increasingly chaotic thoughts enough to focus on the task at hand. \n\n"I'm here to help," I say, hoping <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>> is aware enough of what is happening around her to really hear my words. \n\nBy the time I reach the stone table, I'm already taking stock of her injuries. The cuts, while they have resulted in quite a bit of blood loss, do not seem to be individually life threatening, //I need to find some way to cover these cuts, slow the bleeding until I can get her to someone who can help.// Lacking any other ideas, I pull off my long jacket and start to wrap her in it. She makes little sounds of pain as I work, but she offers no resistance or protest.\n\nUnseen behind me, the void pulls harder at this strange place, becoming more than it once was and less than the nothing it already is at the same time.\n\nThere's a scream from somewhere in the fog. Short and crisp, ending abruptly. //Tanya.// I'd recognize her voice anywhere.\n\n"You know what comes next," Vick's voice comes from somewhere else within the fog, but I barely register his words, "Welcome back." The last words are barely a whisper at the edge of my perception.\n\n//One crisis at a time. I can help Azumi now, and I don't even know where exactly Tanya is in this damned fog.//\n\n"Go fuck yourself," I growl impotently into the fog.\n\n"This is going to hurt," I say softly Azumi. She whimpers softly as I pick her up, cradling her in my arms,\n\n//Now I need to figure out how to get out of this place,// I think, feeling nearly overwhelmed by despair.\n\n[[Next.|AzumiFinal]]

<<if $Depravity lte 6>>A mixture of fear and excitement course through me as I discard the last of my clothing on the floor.\n\nThe man smiles, my hands instinctively moving to hide my breasts and pussy from his gaze, only causing him to smile wider.\n\nThe woman moves towards the head of the bed, making more room for me to get on the bed. \n\nI watch as the man moves onto the bed, laying down, his erection pointing towards the celing like a flag pole. \n\nI feel a momentary urge to flee from the room, but quickly fight it back. \n\nSlowly making my way towards the bed, I begin to crawl onto it. I can't help but realize just how wet I'm becoming. \n\nThe mans hands move to my hips, maneuvering me so that I'm straddling him. Nervously, I move his cock so I can sit on his hips, the hard pillar of flesh penned against his belly, my slit resting along his length.\n\nI'm distracted when the woman moves towards me, kissing me on the lips.\n\nUnderneath me, the man shifts his hips, sliding his cock along my slit, making me moan into the woman's kiss.\n\nWhen the man shifts his hips again, I press down against him this time, feeling his throbbing member slide along my wet pussy, brushing over my sensitive clit.\n\nA hand cups one of my breasts with surprising tenderness, but I am reluctant to end the kiss just to see which one of them is doing it.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are shifting forward and back, my pussy gliding along the underside of his rigid cock. Every time I shift forward, I move until I feel the tip of his cock flick my clit, and back until I feel it glide past my vaginal opening. \n\nI let out a whimper when his hands move to my hips, stopping my movements. When I feel him lift me up, I feel a momentary dissappointment, thinking that he wants to stop, but that moment quickly turns to surprise, my pussy throbbing when I feel him positioning me over his hard cock. \n\nThe woman breaks out kiss. I see her look down, her hand reaching for the man's cock. With a stunned fascination, I see her hold the man's cock steady as he begins to lower me, linking the angry purple head of his throbbing member up with my aching hole.<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>With the last of my clothing falling to the floor around me, I find myself moving slowly towards the bed.\n\nThe man smiles at me, his eyes trailing over my body. I fight back the urge to try hiding my body. My pussy aching with need, I can feel moisture beginning to coat the inside of my thighs.\n\nThe woman moves to make room for me on the bed, the smile on her lips reminicent of the one on the man's.\n\nThe man crawls onto the bed before laying on his back, his cock pointing skyward like a monolyth. \n\nI find myself crawling onto the bed, trembling in anticipation. I can feel the first trickle of moisture running down the inside of my thigh. \n\nThe mans hands move to my hips, maneuvering me so that I'm straddling him. Reaching down to take hold of his penis, I move it so I can sit on his hips, the hard pillar of flesh penned against his belly, my slit resting along his length.\n\nI'm distracted when the woman moves towards me, kissing me on the lips. My arms go up to encircle her, pulling her closer to myself until I can feel her breasts press against my own, her nipples becoming distinct hard points against my sensitive globes of flesh.\n\nUnderneath me, the man shifts his hips, sliding his cock along my slit, making me moan into the woman's kiss.\n\nWhen the man shifts his hips again, I press down against him this time, feeling his throbbing member slide along my wet pussy, brushing over my sensitive clit.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are shifting forward and back, my pussy gliding along the underside of his rigid cock. Every time I shift forward, I move until I feel the tip of his cock flick my clit, and back until I feel it glide past my vaginal opening. \n\nFor several minutes, I glide along the length of his shaft, but the whole time I can feel a hunger growing between my legs. A desperate need to have something fill my aching hole. \n\nSliding forward once more, I wait until I can feel the head of his cock slide past my opening, then shift my hips so that when I slide back again, he will slide into me.<<elseif $Depravity gte 9>>With the last of my clothing falling to the floor around me, I find myself moving slowly towards the bed.\n\nThe man smiles at me, his eyes trailing over my body. I smile, taking a deep breath as a heft my breasts to show them off to him. My pussy aching with need, I can feel moisture beginning to coat the inside of my thighs.\n\nThe woman moves to make room for me on the bed, the smile on her lips reminicent of the one on the man's.\n\nThe man crawls onto the bed before laying on his back, his cock pointing skyward like a pillar. \n\nI find myself crawling onto the bed, trembling in anticipation. I can feel the first trickle of moisture running down the inside of my thigh. \n\nUnable to think of anything but what its going to feel like when he slides his thick, hard cock up inside of me, I straddle him, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards my hungry hole.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, I rest my ass against his lap, getting used to the feel of him inside of me before raising back up and beginning to slowly fuck him.<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I feel his cock slip past my pussy lips and begin to slide deep inside of my cunt. A moment later, I feel my ass come to rest on his lap, his throbbing cock resting balls deep inside of me.\n\nAfter a second, I raise back up, then back down again, savoring the feeling as I begin to ride his big cock.<<endif>>\n\nWithin seconds, I'm sliding up and down his cock slowly, enjoying the way it feels as it slips into my depths each time. Its not long before I'm riding him in a steady rhythm.\n\nI'm sweating with exertion when I begin to feel the first stirings of an approaching orgasm. \n\nThe man must sense that I'm starting to get close because he takes hold of my hips, starting to thrust up into me, his pace almost twice as fast as my own was.\n\nHe's only managed maybe a dozen thrusts before I can feel my orgasm hit unexpectedly, my pussy gushing fluid around his cock. At that same time, he thrusts balls deep inside of me, his cock jerking hard as it begins to unload his seed deep inside of me.\n\nGasping for breath, I collapse on top of him. \n\nWhen I start to come back to my senses, I can feel myself held to the man's broad chest. The woman's hands are lightly playing over my ass, slipping between my legs to slide along the point where the man's cock is still buried inside of me. My body trembles lightly with the orgasmic aftershocks her attentions cause.\n\nAfter a few seconds, I regain the strength needed to roll off of him. \n\nGathering up my clothes, I redress myself as the couple watch.\n\n[[I return to my room.|Your room.]]<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 4>>

"I wanted to ask you about something," I start, "You're the only person in town that I've met who seemed to know the former pastor very well, so I was wondering if you knew about anything he might have been involved in?"\n\nMs Sherwood looks into my eyes, as if trying to discern what I'm saying. <<if $Madness gte 2>>//I wonder if she can see the madness in my eyes?//<<else>>//Guess I'll need to get right to the point.//<<endif>>\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 12>>I reach into my jacket, producing the book I found in the church basement, "I was snooping around the church a little bit," Her expression turns alarmed, "Dont worry, I wasn't doing anything bad. I just wanted to see if I could find something that indicated why Pastor Erkon might have done what he did," The alarm in her eyes seems to fade, so I continue, "While I was looking around, I found this," I unfold the cloth, revealing the book within.\n\nShe looks at the book, seeming to shy subtly away from it, "I dont know what that book is, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it in my home." Ms Sherwood's expression is that of someone looking into the face of evil, her features seeming drained of color.\n\n"Please, just look. Its obvious that you dont recognize it, but maybe you can tell me if it belonged to Pastor Erkon, or to someone else?" I prompt.\n\nShe seems to shy away further as I open the front of the book, revealing the first of many notes within, "What about this hand writing? It looks like someone was trying to decipher what was in this book. Do you recognize the hand writing?"\n\nThere's a faint tremor in her voice as she answers, "That //is// his hand writing," She manages.\n\nClosing the book, I quickly wrap it back up and slip it back inside of my coat, "Thank you, my next question would be, do you know what he might have been doing with that a book like this?"\n\nMs Sherwood shakes her head, and I can tell that's all the answer I'm likely to get from her without upsetting her further.\n\nThank you, you've been a huge help," I reassure.\n\nFor several seconds, she looks at my jacket, right where the book is tucked within, then seems to relax slightly.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>I reach into my jacket, producing the book I found in the church basement, "I was snooping around the church a little bit," Her expression turns alarmed, "Dont worry, I wasn't doing anything bad. I just wanted to see if I could find something that indicated why Pastor Erkon might have done what he did," The alarm in her eyes seems to fade, so I continue, "While I was looking around, I found this," I unfold the cloth, revealing the book within.\n\nShe looks at the book, seeming to shy subtly away from it, "I dont know what that book is, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it in my home." Ms Sherwood's expression is that of someone looking into the face of evil, her features having taken on a nearly deathly pallor.\n\n"Please, just look. Its obvious that you dont recognize it, but maybe you can tell me if it belonged to Pastor Erkon, or to someone else?" I prompt.\n\n"No, no, no, that is an evil thing," Her voice holds a rising panic.\n\nQuickly, I pull one of the written notes out of the book, then wrap the book up and hide it within my jacket again, //Hope I can find where that note went again later.// I think darkly.\n\n"I've put it away," I say, "Its ok," I pause for several seconds, allowing her time to regain some of her composure, "Maybe you can look at the note, let me know if you recognize the hand writing on it?"\n\nI hold out the note for her to see. At first, she seems to shrink away from it, but then she leans forward, "That's Pastor Erkon's hand writing," She says softly.\n\n"Thank you," I reply, "My next question would be, do you know what he might have been doing with that a book like this?"\n\nMs Sherwood shakes her head, and I can tell that's all the answer I'm likely to get from her without upsetting her further.\n\nThank you, you've been a huge help," I reassure.\n\nFor several seconds, she looks at my jacket, right where the book is tucked within, then seems to relax slightly.\n\n<<else>>I reach into my jacket, producing the book I found in the church basement, "I was snooping around the church a little bit," Her expression turns alarmed, "Dont worry, I wasn't doing anything bad. I just wanted to see if I could find something that indicated why Pastor Erkon might have done what he did," The alarm in her eyes seems to fade, so I continue, "While I was looking around, I found this," I unfold the cloth, revealing the book within.\n\nShe looks at the book, then nearly falls out of her chair as she tries to move away from it, scrambling to put several paces between herself and the book, "I dont know what that book is, but it is //NOT// welcome in my home!" Ms Sherwood's expression is that of someone looking into the face of evil, her features having taken on a nearly deathly pallor.\n\n"Please, just look. Its obvious that you dont recognize it, but maybe you can tell me if it belonged to Pastor Erkon, or to someone else?" I prompt.\n\n"No, no, no, that is an evil thing," Her voice holds a rising panic, "That //thing// is //vile//," Her voice is now bordering on shrieking.\n\nQuickly, I wrap the book back up, tucking it away within my jacket once more, "Its ok," I try to sooth her, "I've put it away, and I'll take it with me when I go," I assure her.\n\nIt takes me several minutes to calm Ms Sherwood once more, but as we continue to talk, I catch her glancing at my jacket from time to time, as if she's waiting for the devil himself to emerge.\n\n//Well, that didn't accomplish anything useful.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $SherwoodSex is "Played">>\n\n[[Maybe I can itch that scratch for you again?|Sherwood Sex]]\n\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]

The first thing I notice is the musty, unlived-in smell that seems to be as much a part of the Church as the very walls.\n\nI spend a couple of minutes wandering the old Church, the crisp sound of my footsteps echoing in the abandoned Church. \n \nThe pews are in long even rows, arrayed to point at the small pulpit.\n\nThe pulpit is a polished oak stand, a torn piece of fabric hangs askew from it's front.\n<<if $PlayerIntelligence + $PlayerInvestigation gte 10>><<if $ChurchFoot is "Not Played">>\nI'm about ready to leave when I notice old footprints among the dust.\n\n//Someone has been here, not recently, but from the patterns in the dust, I'd guess they were looking for something.//<<set $ChurchFoot to "Played">><<else>>\nLike before, my eyes are drawn to the old footprints in the dust. //Who was here, and more importantly, what were they looking for? And did they find it?//<</if>><</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Played">>\n\nAfter a short search, my eyes fall on a large area rug that looks out of place. From the patterns in the dust, it does not look like the rug has been moved.\n\nStepping closer, I reach out to take a hold of the rug by a corner, it feels both gritty and slightly sticky to the touch. With a tug, I pull the rug off the place it is resting, filling the air with a heavy cloud of stale smelling dust.\n\nWaving my hand ineffectively at the dust in front of my face, I retreat a few steps while the worst of the cloud once again settles. \n\nMy eyes fall on the trap door on the wooden floor, //interesting// I think to myself, stepping forward for a better look.\n\n[[Open the trap door.]]<<elseif $PastorBook is "Taken">>Eventually, my eyes fall on the drapdoor leading to the basement of the church.\n\n[[Open the trap door.]]<</if>>\n\n<<slumlink "Step back outside.">>\n

I feel dizzy when I open my eyes. The room is cast in shadow, the dim light coming in through the closed window of my room giving no indication of how long I may have been out for.\n\nRolling to my side, I realize that I'm in my bed, //Did Tanya help me to the bed, close the window?// It takes me a few seconds to piece together what happened, but once I do, I bolt upright in bed. The sudden motion sending a wave of nausia through me. I force it back down, looking towards the table.\n\n//The book is gone,// There's a cold finality to the thought.\n\nI look around the room, seeing nothing else out of place. Eventually I stand up, noticing my .38 Special still sitting on the floor where I left it, I pick it up and slip it back into its holster. Then I look towards the table. Where the book was sitting, I can see a slip of paper resting there. \n\nApproaching the table, I realize that my eyes have mostly recovered from the lightning strike earlier as I pick up the note.\n\n//I'm sorry.\n\nThe Al Azif may hold the key to learning what has been happening to both of us, maybe even curing my condition. When you blacked out, I moved you to the bed, but when I tried to wake you I couldn't. I know a little bit about what is happening here, and I think I can learn the rest through the Al Azif, or at least enough to change me back.\n\nI know you're going to be mad that I took the book. I know you are going to look for me. But its a waste of time, I know a place where I won't be found by anyone. I promise, once I'm able to cure myself, I'll bring the book back to you and help you too.\n\n~Tom//\n\nAnger wells up inside of me, but with no obvious outlet, it quickly becomes frustration, //Guess this means she won't be downstairs.//\n\nI slam my fist down on the desk and feel the anger fading into dissappointment, //I come here to help, and this is the thanks I get.// Picking the paper up, I crumple it into a ball, then throw it against the wall. I nearly start to leave the room, but then think better of it and instead pick the paper back up, smoothing it back out before folding it and slipping it into the pocket on the inside of my long jacket.<<set $Prostitute to "Gone">><<set $Tom to "Gone">><<set $PastorBook to "Tanya">>\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

[[return|$return]]\n\n<<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 15>><<if $Read gte 7>>NOTE: Book lost at this point in story and will not be returned before endgame, no need for entry. If you see this message, please report it.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as unquestioning servants. They are said to prefer the deeps of the oceans, thus their name, but are known to come onto land when they have reason to. //In other words, if they're here, it's for something specific.//\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi is some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world in a permanent way once she has gained enough power to do so.<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'perfect host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world permanently once she has acquired the power to do so.<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world permanently would be terrible.\n\nThe book goes on to detail the conception of the vessel, . . . graphically, though the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as unquestioning servants. They are said to prefer the deeps of the oceans, thus their name, but are known to come onto land when they have reason to. //In other words, if they're here, it's for something specific.//\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi is some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world in a permanent way once she has gained enough power to do so.<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'perfect host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world permanently once she has acquired the power to do so.<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world permanently would be terrible.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as unquestioning servants. They are said to prefer the deeps of the oceans, thus their name, but are known to come onto land when they have reason to. //In other words, if they're here, its for something specific.//\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' As close as I can tell, his name is Cthulhu.\n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIn the book, I found a strange glyph, a fragmented spiral. Something about the glyph makes me instinctively uneasy, but I've taken note of it, and plan to watch for it around Wanton Cove.\n\nIt would seem that there is a cult that surrounds this Zal'chaas. //Zal'chaas' chosen.// They worship her, the men becoming better endowed and more sexually potent in exchange for their faithfulness. The less faithful, and those who are unfortunately enough to cross paths with her seem to transform into females instead.\n\nThere is a horrible ritual depicted in the book, one I am certain was used to create the patchwork body in the alley four years ago. Every detail is a perfect match.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>Within the book is a chamber with a round table at its center where the ritual is taking place. I'm certain that this is the cave known as the 'cathedral' here on the island.\n\n<<else>><</if>>It looks like the cultists believed that she could cross into this realm of existence from //wherever// she resides, and that the more time she stays here, the easier it is for her to come here to our world.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' As close as I can tell, his name is Cthulhu.\n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIn the book I found a strange glyph, a fragmented spiral. Something about the glyph makes me instinctively uneasy, but I've taken note of it, and plan to watch for it around Wanton Cove.\n\nIt would seem that there is a cult that surrounds this Zal'chaas. //Zal'chaas' chosen.// They worship her, the men becoming better endowed and more sexually potent in exchange for their faithfulness. The less faithful, and those who are unfortunately enough to cross paths with her seem to transform into females instead.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' As close as I can tell, his name is Cthulhu.\n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIn the book I found a strange glyph, a fragmented spiral. Something about the glyph makes me instinctively uneasy, but I've taken note of it, and plan to watch for it around Wanton Cove.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>><<if $Read gte 7>>No further entries at this time.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as either slaves or unquestioning servants of some kind.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi may be some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world once she has gained enough power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world once she has acquired the power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world for any period of time would be terrible.\n\nThe book goes into detail about the vessel. It looks to me like there's an extensive ritual related to the conception of the vessel, though the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as either slaves or unquestioning servants of some kind.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi may be some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world once she has gained enough power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world once she has acquired the power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world for any period of time would be terrible.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as either slaves or unquestioning servants of some kind.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' \n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIt would appear that this Zal'chaas entity is capable of changing those around her, changing, or //enhancing// the genders of those around her.\n\nDelving deeper into the book, I also discover details of a macabre ritual, one I strongly suspect was used in the butchering of the body in the alley four years ago.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>Within the book is a chamber with a round table at its center where the ritual is taking place. I'm almost certain that this is the cave known as the 'cathedral' here on the island.<<else>><</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' \n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIt would appear that this Zal'chaas entity is capable of changing those around her, changing, or //enhancing// the genders of those around her.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' \n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9>><<if $Read gte 7>>No further entries at this time.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and I'm left under the impression that they serve the more powerful evils illustrated within the pages of this old tome. \n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>I'm not entirely sure how she fits into this, but it is possible that Azumi has a part to play in whatever is happening here. Could it be that this 'vessel" talked about in the book could have something to do with her?<<else>>There's something about a vessel or host, but I was unable to make much sense of it<<endif>> I feel as if there is something important I am missing here.\n\nIt seems that the book goes on to detial the rituals involved in the conception of the vessel, though the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and I'm left under the impression that they serve the more powerful evils illustrated within the pages of this old tome. \n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>I'm not entirely sure how she fits into this, but it is possible that Azumi has a part to play in whatever is happening here. Could it be that this 'vessel" talked about in the book could have something to do with her?<<else>>There's something about a vessel or host, but I was unable to make much sense of it<<endif>> I feel as if there is something important I am missing here.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and I'm left under the impression that they serve the more powerful evils illustrated within the pages of this old tome. \n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>Within the book is a chamber with a round table at its center where the ritual is taking place. I'm fairly certain that this is the cave known as the 'cathedral' here on the island.<<else>><</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 6>><<if $Read gte 7>>No further entries at this time.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man. They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>There's something about a 'vessel' and every time I think on it, I feel like I'm overlooking something obvious.<<else>>There's something about a 'vessel' that I do not fully understand.<<endif>> I feel as if I'm missing something of terrible significance.\n\nMore and more this book becomes a source of frustration. I found a ritual in its pages that seemed to detail the conception of the vessel. Clearly it is not something the writer wanted to leave to chance. Unfortunately the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much or real worth.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man. They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>There's something about a 'vessel' and every time I think on it, I feel like I'm overlooking something obvious.<<else>>There's something about a 'vessel' that I do not fully understand.<<endif>> I feel as if I'm missing something of terrible significance.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man. They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it hass become clear that this is somehow tied to the murder in the alley. \n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has only served to show me just how depraved the one who wrote this book was. Images better suited to the depths of hell than to a revered tome grace its pages. \n\nSomething deep inside of me tells me that I'll never be the same if I continue to read, but that same instinct also tells me that it might just contain the answers I seek.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel. I don't think I'm up to it.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n[[return|$return]]

The heavy breeze on the bluff stops suddenly<<if $Day gte 5>> leaving behind only the heavy rain<</if>>. I pause, my eyes searching my surroundings, the sudden still in the air making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\nSlowly, a light breeze begins again, building over several seconds until its the same heavy breeze as before the still.\n\nUneasy, [[I start to walk again.|Bluff]]

<<if $Depravity lte 5>>"Uh," I fidget, "I think I'll pass." I step back, starting to close the door, "Have fun." I hastily add, closing the door then making my way to [[my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I give a little half smile, part of me wanting to stay in spite of myself. "I think I'll pass." I say simply before closing the door behind me. \n\nMy thoughts still on what I had just witnessed, [[I return to my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I feel my arousal spike at the offer, and its only with a conscious effort that I decide to pass on their offer, "Maybe some other time?"\n\n"Absolutely!" The man replies with a smile.\n\nLeaving the door ajar behind me, [[I make my way to my own room.|Your room.]]<<endif>>

<<if $Day gte 5>>I hear thunder rumble in the near distance, causing me to pause. A bare second later, I'm nearly blinded by a bright flash and an immediate //boom!// as lightning strikes only a short distance away.\n\n[[Continue through the storm.|Run down part of town.]] <<else>>For a brief moment, there is a small break in the clouds overhead, a ray of sunshine illuminating the area where I'm standing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward in the hopes of catching sight of the sun for the first time since arriving in Wanton Cove, but by the time I can look up, the clouds above me have already closed over the sun like a snuffer draped over a candle to put it out.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

Looking at the female abomonation laying at my feet, I idly wonder why she wanted the book so badly, //Guess there's no asking her about it now.//\n\nTaking a deep breath, I let it out in a heavy sigh.\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]

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<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 13 and $Mutation lte 4>>Toby //Or maybe its better to call him Sophie?// looks startled when he notices me coming his way. His eyes dart toward the house then back to me, "Hi," He says softly in an overly feminine fashion. \n\nEven though he tries to be subtle about it, I can tell he is staring at my crotch. I quickly push the realization aside and try to engage in conversation with the man, "Hi," I reply, "Never really got to //talk// with you previously," I find myself choosing my words carefully, though that only seems to make my attempt to converse more awkward.\n\nTo his credit, Toby takes it in stride, "Yeah, I don't really get to //talk// often," He replies.\n\nThe two of you lapse into silence for a few seconds, though surprisingly it's not an uncomfortable silence.\n\n"May I ask you a question?" Toby asks softly, his tone and expression both suggesting that he's scared I could react harshly to the inquiry.\n\n"Sure, ask," I reply.\n\nMeeting my eyes evenly for the first time, he asks, "Why did you come to Wanton Cove?"\n\n"That's a complicated question," I reply lightly.\n\n"I, I didn't mean to pry, I'm sorry if I'm out of line," Toby says in a rush, suddenly scared.\n\n"No, its fine," I reassure him. After a second he visibly relaxes, //Wow, his wife really has him rattled,// "I guess you could say I came here for several reasons. I came looking for a young man named Tom, but I had a more personal reason as well," I avoid fully answering his question.\n\nAfter a short silence, you continue, "Mind if I ask you a couple of questions as well?"\n\nLooking suddenly nervous again, Toby nods, "I guess the first question is simple enough, do you know anything about Tom? He's a young man who would have passed through some time in the last few weeks. I'm trying to learn more about his time here on the island, and I've been asked to bring him home."\n\nToby's eyes widen, //He's going to lie to me, or at least be reluctant to share what he knows. But I'd bet my last dime he knows something,// "I, uh, I don't really know much about him. My son mentioned that a newcomer had come to Wanton Cove recently, said it was a young man who was interested in learning more about the ruins."\n\nI watch the man's expression, his eyes just a little too wide, "That helps, thank you," //Pushing him any further isn't likely to get anything more from him, but stopping now might mean he'll talk to me again when I know more.//\n\n"Your wife isn't an easy person to talk to. If I'm being quite honest, she unsettles me just a little bit," I don't think Toby realizes that he's nodding in agreement with my words, "I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about your family?"\n\nHe looks at me, clearly searching for any sign that I'm mocking him or planning to use what he says against him in some way, //Like an abuse victim.// "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I'm just curious." I assure him.\n\nRaising his cigarette to his lips, he takes a long pull off of it, then throws the remnant of the cigarette into the mud at his feet. Holding the smoke in his lungs for several seconds, he finally exhales it through his nose, "My wife might be a better person to ask about the family," He mutters, then looks at my eyes. After a second he sighs, "I barely knew her for a week before we were married. I used to be a proper man," He mumbles the words, clearly self conscious and scared, "But she made me like this. She was pregnant with another man's baby when I met her. And the only time she ever let me inside of her was the day she conceived Dewey, my son." He babbles on, like a man too long since confession that wants to ensure he shares all of his sins, but I barely hear the words.\n\n//Another man's baby? Was she the fiancée Mr Morichi spoke of? Could she possibly be Azumi's mother?// There must have been something in my expression, because that's when Toby trails off.\n\nThere's a horrified look on his face, "My wife will be looking for me soon," Its clear to me that he's just making an excuse, "I need to go," Then he's gone, rounding the corner of the house and entering through the back door before I can think to stop him. I hear a lock clicking in place on the door before the thought of following him even crossed my mind.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 10 and $Mutation lte 4>>//Or maybe its better to call him Sophie?// looks startled when he notices me coming his way. His eyes dart toward the house then back to me, "Hi," He says softly in an overly feminine fashion. \n\nEven though he tries to be subtle about it, I can tell he is staring at my crotch. I quickly push the realization aside and try to engage in conversation with the man, "Hi," I reply, "Never really got to //talk// with you previously," I find myself choosing my words carefully, though that only seems to make my attempt to converse more awkward.\n\nToby clearly looks scared, his eyes flickering between myself and the back door of the house only a few paces from where he's standing., "Yeah, I don't really get to //talk// often," He replies.\n\nThe two of you lapse into silence for a few seconds, the silence it tense as I half expect him to simply excuse himself and leave..\n\n"May I ask you a question?" Toby asks softly, his tone and expression both suggesting that he's scared I could react harshly to the inquiry.\n\n"Sure, ask," I reply.\n\nMeeting my eyes evenly for the first time, he asks, "Why did you come to Wanton Cove?"\n\n"That's a complicated question," I reply lightly.\n\n"I, I didn't mean to pry, I'm sorry if I'm out of line," Toby says in a rush, suddenly scared. He takes a step toward the back door of the house before I can even speak.\n\n"No, you're not prying," I reassure him. After a second he visibly relaxes just a little bit, //Wow, his wife really has him rattled,// "I guess you could say I came here for several reasons. I came looking for a young man named Tom, but I had a more personal reason as well," I avoid fully answering his question.\n\nToby fidgets, clearly unsure if he should speak further or try to make his escape.\n\nAfter a short silence, you continue, "Mind if I ask you a couple of questions as well?"\n\nHis nervousness moves toward outright fear, Toby nods uncertainly, "I guess the first question is simple enough, do you know anything about Tom? He's a young man who would have passed through a while back. I'm trying to learn more about his time here on the island, and I've been asked to bring him home."\n\nToby's eyes widen, //He's going to lie to me, or at least be reluctant to share what he knows. But I'd bet my last dime he knows something,// "I, uh, I don't really know much about him. My son mentioned that a newcomer had come to Wanton Cove recently, said it was a young man."\n\n"He say anything else about Tom? Why he was here? What he was doing?" I press.\n\nHe shakes his head in a jerky motion, "No, not really, no."\n\nI watch the man's expression, his eyes just a little too wide, "That helps, thank you," //Pushing him any further isn't likely to get anything more from him, but stopping now might mean he'll talk to me again when I know more.//\n\n"Your wife isn't an easy person to talk to. If I'm being quite honest, she unsettles me just a little bit," I don't think Toby realizes that he's nodding in agreement with my words, "I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about your family?"\n\nHe looks at me, clearly searching for any sign that I'm mocking him or planning to use what he says against him in some way, //Like an abuse victim.// "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I'm just curious." I assure him. He still looks like he's about to run.\n\nRaising his cigarette to his lips, he takes a long pull off of it, then throws the remnant of the cigarette into the mud at his feet. Holding the smoke in his lungs for several seconds, he finally exhales it through his nose, "My wife might be a better person to ask about the family," He mutters, then looks at my eyes. After a second he sighs, "I married her about nine months before my son was born, we have a son." He quickly trails off, clearly not wanting to speak further on the subject.\n\n"My wife will be looking for me soon," Its clear to me that he's just making an excuse, "I need to go," Then he's gone, rounding the corner of the house and entering through the back door before I can think to stop him. I hear a lock clicking in place on the door before the thought of following him even crossed my mind.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7 and $Mutation lte 4>>//Or maybe its better to call him Sophie?// looks startled when he notices me coming his way. His eyes dart toward the house then back to me, "Hi," He says softly in an overly feminine fashion. \n\nEven though he tries to be subtle about it, I can tell he is staring at my crotch. I quickly push the realization aside and try to engage in conversation with the man, "Hi," I reply, "Never really got to //talk// with you previously," I find myself choosing my words carefully, though that only seems to make my attempt to converse more awkward.\n\nToby clearly looks scared, his eyes flickering between myself and the back door of the house only a few paces from where he's standing., "Yeah, I don't really get to //talk// often," He replies, "If you want to use me," He swallows, looking at my crotch, "You'll have to speak with my wife for permission. I'm not allowed to do anything unless she tells me its ok."\n\nI find myself at a loss for words, wanting to take advantage of his isolation in the hopes of learning something while at the same the same time too surprised at the implications of his words to say anything.\n\n"My wife will be looking for me soon," Its clear to me that he's just making an excuse, "I need to go," Then he's gone, rounding the corner of the house and entering through the back door before I can think to stop him. I hear a lock clicking in place on the door before the thought of following him even crossed my mind.\n\n<<else>>The moment he notices me coming his way, he throws his cigarette into the mud at his feet and rounds the corner of the house. By the time I reach the back corner of the house, I can hear the back door clicking shut and a lock sliding into place,\n\n<</if>>[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $TobyTalk to "Played">>\n\n

Before me, the scene continues to unfold, some men fuck the women gently, while others seem to be in a rut as they thrust savagely into their counterparts. Some men pull out and spray their loads across the girls' bodies while others shove deep, their asses clenching as they cum deep inside of willing cunts.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>I'm not sure when I slid my hand into my pants, but I realize that my hand is wrapped around the girth of my cock only when I start to near my orgasm.\n\nRealizing that I'm about to cum in the presence of so many people, even if none of them seem to be paying me any attention, makes me feel a little awkward, but that does not stop me from blowing my load all over the inside of my pants.\n\nPulling my wet and sticky fingers from my trousers, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>I'm not sure when I slid my hand into my pants, but I realize that my fingers are wrapped around my cock only when I start to near my orgasm.\n\nRealizing that I'm about to cum in the presence of so many people, even if none of them seem to be paying me any attention, makes me feel a little awkward, made more so by the fact that even swollen as it is my cock feels so much smaller than it once was but that does not stop me from blowing my load all over the inside of my pants.\n\nPulling my wet and sticky fingers from my trousers, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>I'm not sure when I slid my hand into my pants, but I realize that I am rubbing my tiny cock only when I start to near my orgasm.\n\nRealizing that I'm about to cum in the presence of so many people, even if none of them seem to be paying me any attention, makes me feel awkward, made more so by the fact that even swollen as it is my minuscule manhood is barely worthy of the name. My little cocklet twitches, barely dribbling fluid from it's tip as I cum.\n\nPulling my wet and sticky fingers from my trousers, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<else>>Absently, I slide one hand into my panties. I can feel the heat coming off of my sex even before I touch it. My slit is slick to the touch, my fingertip dipping between my pussy lips with little trouble.\n\nAround me, a couple of the men move closer, <<if $Depravity lte 8>>I jerk away from the closest one and they seem to take a hint, giving me a little space though I can still feel their eyes lingering on my female form.\n\nMy fingers against my sex makes me loose track of everything around me again. With the ambiance of the gangbang happening before me, I'm quickly trembling with pleasure from my own touch.\n\nA whimpering moan escapes my lips as my pussy begins to quiver. My knees nearly give out as I cum, my vision blurring at the edges with the intensity of it.\n\nAs soon as my senses begin to return, I realize the circumstances of my situation again. Concerned that I'll get pulled deeper into what is happening before me, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I hesitate, tensing as I feel them reach out and touch me. \n\nEmboldened by my lack of protest, their hands start to drift across my ass and chest.\n\nI shy away from their touch instinctively even though a part of me craves that very touch.\n\nTheir hands linger, though their enthusiasm seems to have waned.\n\nThe orgasmic cry of one of the girls focuses my mind on the present, my current circumstance, and I pull away from their touch.\n\nStepping back, I start to withdraw from the group. I can feel just how slick my pussy is, how desperately I want it to be touched. Resisting my baser urges, I finally break from the group and put some distance between myself and the rest of the group.\n\n//They aren't going to just let me watch. If I don't make myself scarce, I'm going to be in the middle of this.//\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I embrace their touch, allowing their hands to roam my body. It doesn't take long before their hands find their way beneath my clothes. \n\nA moan escapes my lips when a hand drifts over my smooth belly toward my breasts. My nipples harden as a calloused hand drifts over them. \n\nWhen a hand begins to slide into my pants, I allow it even though I have to remove my own hand to make room for his touch, his rough fingers slipping down toward my aching sex.\n\nI close my eyes, savoring the feeling of their hands on my body. Hands on my chest, pinching my nipples, squeezing my ass, fingers dipping between my labia to gently probe my opening. \n\nIt's not long before I can feel my juices running down my legs. If not for the two men molesting me holding me up, I'd have surely fallen to my knees.\n\nI quiver and shake, overwhelmed by the powerful orgasm that washes over me like a wave.\n\nWhen I finally come down from my orgasmic high, the men release me, leaving me standing unsteadily between them. \n\nFeeling content, I withdraw from the group.\n\n<</if>><</if>>Once I am outside of the group's reach again, I reflect for a moment on what just happened before turning my priorities elsewhere.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

The fire in my own loins spurs me to motion. I close the gap between myself and the visibly aroused woman.\n\nAt my approach, she raises the skirt of her dress over her hips, exposing her moist cunt to my view. \n\nAlmost without thought, I drop to my knees before her, breathing deeply of her scent before leaning forward, my tongue darting out to sample her nectar. Her taste is almost intoxicating, one of my hands straying between my legs to rub my crotch through my pants. The hollow ache where my little cock rests fills me with the desperate need to filled. //What?!?// The thought shocks me, disorienting me momentarily.\n\nMy lips make contact with her slit, my tongue parting the lips of her pussy as it probes for her hole. At the same time, my hand finds its way into my pants, causing me to moan in pleasure as my fingers brush my dicklet.\n\nI find my tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy as my fingers time their movements as I rub my little penis.\n\nIt isn't long before I feel my own thighs starting to tremble, the woman before me tensing up. Her hands hold my face firmly against her cunt as she gyrates against my tongue, her powerful orgasm leaving my face coated with her sticky juices. At the same time, my legs begin to tremble uncontrollably as my fingers are covered in a dribble of my own cum.\n\nWhen my legs feel like they can support my weight again, I get to my feet once more. The woman before me smiles, then leans forward to kiss my lips lightly.\n\nGetting my clothing back in order, [[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 3>>

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I begin to feel disoriented, whether it's from the way this place is laid out or something else, I am not sure. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath of the cool salty air.\n\nWhen I open my eyes again, movement at the edge of my vision draws my attention. I whirl toward the shape but even as I do so it moves deeper into the shadows. Whatever it is makes a shrill chittering sound, then rustling in the undergrowth announces its retreat.\n\nI stand in place for several seconds, debating on if I really want to follow whatever it was, //Probably just some animal. If its not going to bother me though, I should probably leave it be.//\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Trembling, I stare at the rigid equine cock jutting out before her. When she takes a step toward me, I spread my legs to accept her.\n\nShe half walks, half glides toward me. Strange shadows seem to shift behind her, sometimes appearing as a mass, other times looking like tentacles that could reach out at any second. \n\nWhen she reaches me, she stands directly over me. I watch with a sense of wonder as a large bead of precum forms at the tip of her cock before starting to sag. The single bead of precum stretching before starting to drip, still connected to the flared tip of //her// massive penis. The bead of precum is bare inches above me before the strand connecting it to her finally breaks.\n\nThe bead of precum lands directly on my exposed clit. I cry out in pleasure as the most powerful orgasm of my life hits me. My vision fades at the edges as my body thrashes uncontrollably on the ground. When my senses begin to return, I'm laying in a puddle of my own juices, still shaking occasionally as I experience aftershocks of the orgasm.\n\nIn that wonderful, blissful moment, I understand that I will never experience //anything// that even begins to compare with the orgasm //she// just gave me.\n\nLooking up at //her//, I can see //her// head tilted down at me, seeming to ponder me where I lie upon the ground.\n\nI'm barely able to manage the coordination to move my hands, moving them to my leaking pussy to spread myself wide with trembling fingers. I shift my hips to give //her// a better view, trying to entice //her// to fuck me, to fill me with her glorious tool and fill me to overflowing with her divine seed.\n\nIf a mere drop felt so good, then I would surely die of pleasure if she filled my aching cunt with her massive cock. In that moment and all the time that follows, there is nothing I ever desire more than for her to take me. \n\n//Surely, she will satisfy her lust on me.//\n\nHer head turns away from me, and I feel like the sun has just been eclipsed. \n\nI shiver. Longing for her gaze to fall on me once more but every passing second becoming more agonizing than the last as I realize that I have already been forgotten by my goddess.\n\nShe steps over me, her footsteps leading her toward the //nothing//, the dark void that has been growing ever since the ritual of her birth had begun.\n\nThe darkness embraces her. //The harbinger had come.//\n\nTHE BEGINNING OF THE END\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

My eyes locked on his cock, I watch as he climbs onto the bed, laying down on his back. \n\nUnable to look away, I finish undressing myself. A moment later, I find myself climbing onto the bed.\n\n"Bring your cunt over here, I want to taste you," The man says, sending a wave of arousal through me.\n\nI pause, my eyes flickering to him, a smile on his face. Then to the woman where I follow her hungry gaze to the man's cock. \n\nCarefully, I straddle the man's face, turning to that I can lean closer to the man's cock. \n\n<<if $GooCounter is 0>>I pause as the man's tongue touches my pussy, closing my eyes as I enjoy the feel of his rough tongue parting my folds.\n\nWhen I feel the bed move slightly, I open my eyes again, only to see the woman leaning in, taking the man's cock into her own mouth.\n\nNot to be out done, I lean forward, kissing the side of his shaft with her lips wrapped around his tip. I can see the smile in her eyes as her gaze meets mine. \n\nAn involuntary moan escapes my lips as the man's tongue glides over my clit, lapping eagerly at the sensitive little bud.\n\nThe woman's mouth leaves the man's cock with an audible //Pop!// and she quickly aims it at my own mouth. With only a hint of surprise, I take what she offers me, wrapping my own lips around the head of his cock, my tongue tracing the ridge of his cockhead.\n\nThe woman watches me for several seconds, encouraging me, then she turns her attention to the man's balls, taking one into her mouth as she sucks lightly at it, then moving to the other, alternating every few seconds.\n\nI can feel my own juice flowing out of me in a steady trickle, the man's tongue expertly working me towards orgasm. I can feel my thighs trembling, and every few seconds, my hips gyrate involuntarily.\n\nBy this time, my head is bobbing up and down his shaft, only taking a little over half of his length, but applying all the limited skill I possess. \n\nWhen my orgasm overcomes me, I begin to thrash on top of the man, the woman leaning back to watch, my lips wrapped tightly around the crown of his big cock. \n\nThe man's cock twitches in my mouth, his first jet of cum hitting the back of my throat causing an involuntary swallow reflex from me. Even as I start to sputter, a second jet of cum fills my mouth.\n\nWithout thinking, I swallow the load of cum in my mouth just in time for the third and final stream to fill it one final time. Hesitantly, I swallow the load, then start to roll off of the man.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Leaning forward, I have my lips wrapped around the crown of his cock moments before I feel his tongue part my folds. \n\nHis tongue teases my opening, causing me to moan around the cockhead in my mouth.\n\nNearby, I can see the woman watching, her fingers buried in her snatch as she slides her fingers in and out slowly.\n\nEnjoying the feeling of his tongue, I reluctantly start to focus some of my attention on his cock, my head bobbing slowly as I take more and more of his length into my mouth.\n\nWithin moments, I realize that the woman is masturbating in time with the bobbing of my head, the realization makes my pussy quiver with arousal.\n\nSensing my increased arousal, the man's tongue begins to probe me more insistantly.\n\nI can feel the man's cock beginning to swell, filled with a sudden warmth, and I barely have time to pull back so that only the head of his penis is in my mouth before he begins to fill my mouth with stream after stream of his seed. Instinctively, I swallow his load.\n\nThe taste of his cum is sweet on my tongue, the mere taste being enough to push me over the edge to my own orgasm. I grind my cunt down against the man's talented tongue as my body trembles.\n\nAcross from me, the woman's body jerks as if she is struck by some invisible force, her hips jerking wildly as I see a dulge of her own juices surge from her hole.\n\nIt takes me several seconds to regain the strength to roll off of the stranger beneath me.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Reaching down, I take hole of the man's cock, beginning to stroke it slowly as I position my pussy over his face. I can feel his fingers part my folds, teasing my hole for a second before moving to my clit where he begins to rub it in little circles.\n\nSavoring the moment, I start to turn my attention to the cock in my hand, leaning forward to take the throbbing pillar between my lips. I can feel a bead of precum on my tongue as soon as his cockhead enters my mouth. Using my tongue, I spread the precum around the crown of his cock, making it slick as I begin to work towards taking more and more of his length into my mouth.\n\nOut of the corner of my eye, I can see the woman sitting near the head of the bed, watching as the man begins to lick up and down my slit in long strokes, his fingrers still rubbing my clit in blissful little circles.\n\nI begin to grind my pussy against the man's mouth in time with my head sliding up and down his considerable length. \n\n"She's a good little slut, isn't she?" I hear the woman say softly to her partner. The man's moan of approval feels like heaven with his lips against my nether lips.\n\nWithout warning, the man thrusts his hips up, slamming his cock down my throat right before he begins to unleash a torrent of cum down my throat.\n\nThe realization of the fact that he is cumming almost straight into my stomach is enough to push me over the edge, my pussy convulsing around his tongue as it probes my hole.\n\nI gasp for breath as the man pulls back, leaving a thick stream of cum across my tongue and lips as he withdraws.\n\nIt takes me several seconds to regain my composure enough to roll off of the man.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Blushing at what I had just done, I quickly redress and exit the room.<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I give the couple a little smile, some small part of me still uncomfortable with what I just did.\n\nPulling my gaze away from them, I redress myself before excusing myself and exiting the room.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I can't help but feel a rush of excitement at what I just did. Smiling to myself, I gather my clothes and dress myself once more.<<endif>>\n\n[[I return to my room.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 8>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>><<set $Taint += 3>>

"I've noticed that there seems to be a disproportionate number of women in this town," I say softly.\n\n"I thought that was strange at first too. But no one around here seems to think anything of it," A faint smile touches her lips, "But oh, my, god, some of the men in town, they have the biggest cocks you've ever seen." Arousal is clear in her voice as she says it.\n\nLifting my eyebrows at the comment, I try to put it from my mind.\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Next">><<elseif $TomTanya is "Revealed">><<else>>[[Inquire about Tom again.]]\n\n<<endif>>\n\n<<if $TWarning is "Played">>[[Why did you slap me?]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[That's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n

Hesitantly, I ask, "You keep mentioning //her.//' I pause, steeling my resolve to continue, "Who exactly is she?"\n\nA look crosses Vick's features, fear, awe, and madness, all in equal measure, "//She// be da mother uh madness."\n\nFor several seconds, Vick stares at me, as if daring me to challange his words. I remain silent hoping that he'll say more, but he does not.\n\n"Can you tell me any more about her?" I add slowly.\n\n"She be ere un Wannan Cove. We ah be doomed." Vick's intinsety leaves me feeling unsettled and I choose not to push the conversation further.\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]\n

I adjust my jacket, allowing Cobb a brief glimpse at my .38 Special.\n\n"I don't take well to threats," I say simply. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerIntimidation) gte 10>>'Shit," Cobb hisses, a hint of panic in his eyes. "it's dangerous round here. That's all I'm saying." He says in a rush.\n\n"How about you help me out a little then?" I ask in my most reasonable voice.\n\n'Sure, whatever." His eyes flicker to my jacket where my .38 Special is hidden, "What do you want to know?" \n\nCobb's eyes dart from one spot to another around the area, as if worried about who might see him speaking with me. It makes me wonder who's keeping him on such a short leash.\n\n"You said that this town doesn't like outsiders?" I inquire.\n\n"We're not used to unfamiliar faces, know what I mean?" He replies.\n\nI can tell that his body language is growing increasingly agitated, "Ok." I say, "Maybe you can tell me something else. I'm looking for a guy, mid twenties, short red hair and green eyes. Athletic. His name is Tom, and he would have been in Wanton Cove about a month ago." \n\nI can tell from his expression that he knows exactly who I'm talking about.\n\n"You seen him?" I make it more of a statement than question.\n\n"No, I haven't seen anyone like that." Cobb says quickly.\n\nI glower at him, stepping closer.\n\nCobb chooses this moment to make a break for it, turning quickly on his heel and making a run for it.\n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 13>>He barely takes a step before a grab hold of his collar, slamming him against the building's side.\n\n"Lets try this again," I say coldly, "Do you know what happened to Tom?"\n\n"He came through here a little over a month ago," Cobb barely puts up a struggle as I keep him pinned to the wall. "He was asking a lot of questions, and some of the locals didn't like it." I can hear a //lot// of fear in his voice, and it rattles me a little to see someone crack like this so quickly.\n\nThe man looks like he could break into tears any second, "Sh-she'll //change// me." He breaks down and starts sobbing uncontrollably.\n\n"Who is //she//," I ask, but if he answers, I can't hear it through the crying.\n\n//What a pussy, a grown man behaving like that.// I shake my head in disgust.\n\nI don't believe thats all he knows by a long shot, but when someone starts blubbering, you've typically got all the information you're going to get out of them for a while.\n\nfrustrated, I let go of him. His boots barely touch the ground before he starts running from me.\n\n<<else>>I reach out quickly, but not nearly fast enough. Cobb is out of my reach in the blink of an eye, running headlong away from me.\n\nI shake my head and fight back a chuckle.\n\n//Not worth my time. If he knew something, then someone else will too.// I think.\n\n\n<<endif>><<else>>"Wasn't a threat." He replies, obviously having missed the little display I tried to make.\n\n"Come on, I just want to find Tom," I say.\n\n"You won't find him in Wanton Cove," Cobb says flatly. \n\n"Then where will I find him?" I ask.\n\nCobb doesn't really answer, he just gives a bit of a sad shrug. \n\n"Break's over," Cobb says shortly, pushing off the wall and walking away.\n<<if $SailorGoo1 is "Played">>\nI stand where I was until Cobb is out of sight. Once I'm convinced that he's gone, I kneel down for a better look at whatever he felt the need to hide from me.\n\nOn the ground is a small puddle of some kind of White Goo, Cobb's boot-print still partially visible in it. It takes me a moment to realize that the White Goo is putting off a faint glow.\n\nInspecting further, it's easy to see that the White Goo appears thick, but fluid.\n\nSighing, I look in the direction that Cobb went one last time, then turn my attention towards the main street through town.\n<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>><<endif>>\nStepping away from the building, I [[Head into the center of town.]]

I as much sense as see the void in the forest ahead of me. The energy in the air making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n//Something is //very// wrong here.//\n\nFrom behind me, Vick begins to speak, his words causing the blood in my veins to chill like ice water, "The others, they thought it would be difficult to bring you here, to get you to play your part," He says, the sound of him chambering a round in his rifle roots me to the spot. I slowly start to raise my hands, still holding the shotgun in one hand. I'm uncertain if I should turn and try using it as a club, or if dropping it is the better choice, "But I knew better. I //knew// you would be so busy trying to play the hero, trying to make sense of this fucked up little town, that you'd never see the truth until it bit you in the ass," He lets out a slow chuckle, "You played the part so well, its almost like you wanted this," There's a crunch of gravel as he moves behind me. I brace myself in case he's preparing to shoot me in the back, but it never happens, "Now, you're going to drop that shotgun then march down into the Cathedral until you come out the other side. //She'll// be waiting for you."\n\n[[Do as Vick says.]]\n[[Turn the tables on Vick.]]

Don't know how you lost it for sure, but at least you don't have to worry about that pesky hymen! \n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Cherry = "False">>

A small orgasm makes me shudder as each baseball sized egg slips from my well used cunt into a transparent sack. With a little squeeze, a final egg slips from my hole, connected to me by mucousy strands as it falls into the bag.\n\nIts a large clutch this time, almost fifty eggs in total. I can't help but feel pleased knowing that as many as half a dozen might grow to adulthood. //Only the strong survive, and the strong consume the weak.//\n\nMoving the clutch of eggs to the side where it joins several others, I make a sound that carries through the water. Answering my summons, a male enters my chamber in less than a minute. \n\n[img[images/DeepEnd2.png]]\n\nI'm pleased to see that he's already erect. One hand rubbing my belly, missing the fullness I feel when its full of eggs, I beckon him closer.\n\nEND

<<if $Day gte 5>>Looking at the window that points out towards town, I can see rain hitting the window in sheets, giving a blurred and distorted view of the world outside. A flash of lightning lights a small corner of the window for a fraction of a second. I can see a steady stream of rain running down the window, broken by the drops of rain hitting the glass. <<else>>Glancing towards a window at the front of the Barmaid's Daughter, I can see raindrops hitting the glass. The drops lazily run down the glass like little rivers. As drops meet, their descent becomes faster until they seem to race towards the bottom of the window.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

You should have just added 2 points to Mutation. This will affect your appearance. Additionally a series of events will play out related to progression down this path.\n\nThis sequence will play out below. Keep in mind that what you read below is the closing portion of any combat loss scene that involves gaining Mutation points, and that there will be a scene that leads to these. As such, they may lack a little context.\n\n\n<<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n<<endif>><<set $Mutation +=2>>[[return|$return]]

The sidebar display should have just added 25 points of taint.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Taint += 25>>

Walking towards the bluff, the soggy ground seems to pull at my boots. A <<if $Day gte 5>>heavt and persistant<<else>>slow but steady<</if>> rain has the ground saturated, the runoff turning the trail into a small creek running down the hill.\n\nStepping to the side of the trail and resolving myself to walk up the hill [[through the long wet grass.|Bluff]]

Generic:\nDocks: [[Combat A]]\nDocks 2: [[Docks Combat 2]]\nBad Part of Town: [[Combat Slum]]\nBarmaid's Daughter: [[Tavern Combat]]\nMain Street: [[Street Combat]]\nForest: [[Forest Combat]]\nRuins (Deep One): [[Ruins Fight 1]]\nRuins (Female Deep One): [[RuinsFightFemaleDeepOne]]\nRuins (Tentacled Thing): [[Ruins Fight 2]]\n\nUnique Combat Scenes:\nHybrid Fight: [[He does nothing of the sort.]]\nDeep One Fight: [[DeepOneFight]]\nFemale Hybrid Fight: [[Book Fight]]

<<if $Day gte 5>><<if $Madness gte 2>>My eyes turn upwards through the rain, looking at the shapes moving in the trees. Beedy eyes look back at me, an entire flock of crows //a murder of crows// I remind myself that they are called. They all follow my movements with a single minded focus that makes my skin crawl. \n\n//Are these creatures somehow her conduit? Can she see what they are seeing right now?//\n\nClenching my jaw, I force myself to look away. <<else>>Even through the thundering rain, I can see several large dark birds, crows, perched in the sickly trees throughout the park. \n\n//Caw!// A single crow calls, followed by a murmer of similar sounds from some of the others. The sound is nearly lost in the sound of the falling rain.<<endif>><<else>>There is a rustling in the trees overhead, causing me to look upwards. Among the branches, I can see a host of crows, all seeming to watch me.\n\nFor a moment I just look back before returning my scrutiny to the rest of the park. <<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|overgrown park]]

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">><<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, a gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>><<set $Mutation += 1>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">><<else>>\n<<if $random is 1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to loose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>>\n\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 54>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The wet cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of rain striking the rooftops is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//What the fuck does he think// he's //doing?// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He wouldn't have, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing wet and chilled, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My mouth feels a little slimy and tastes faintly of salt. Turning my head to the side, I spit a mouth full of whitish plhegm at the ground beside me before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nI notice that my pants are pulled low around my waist, as if my assailant had tried to pull them off of me, then gave up. \n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The soft wishper of light rain falling is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//Please don't.// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He did, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My ass hurts slightly, my pants tangled around my ankles. Reaching back, I touch my tender ass, my fingers coming away with what is clearly cum on my fingertips, //What the fuck is wrong with these people?//\n\nPulling my pants back up and securing my belt, I shudder slightly, not entirely from the cold.<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Stepping forward, my assailant grabs hold of a fist full of my hair, throwing me to the street. \n\nI catch myself on my hands and knees, my whole world tilting wildly as I try to stay upright. A familiar sound, but one I have difficulty placing in my disoriented state, cuts through the soundof my labored breathing. Turning towards the sound, I see my assailant moving towards me, his zipper down as he fishes his big dick out through the hole. //A zipper.// I think with disgust.\n\nThe man grabs a fist full of my hair again, slapping my face hard. Stars burst forth before my eyes, "Bitch needs to learn her place," He growls.\n\nBefore I have time to figure out what he means, I feel his hard cock shove past my lips into my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion, his firm grip on my hair keeps me from jerking away from his offending member. The man fucks my face savagely for maybe a dozen thrusts, then shoves me back down into the muddy street. \n\nI start trying to get up, but I feel his booted foot placed on my ass, then he pushes hard, sending me sprawling in the mud. I'm barely to my hands and knees again before I feel his rough hands on my hips, grabbing my pants and pulling them down almost to my knees with one savage yank.\n\nThe cool air on my ass, and alarmingly wet pussy makes me shiver. A feminine whimper, touched with a hint of fear, escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice, a clear indication of how much I've changed since arriving in Wanton Cove, frightens me almost as much as the realization that I'm about to be raped by this man.\n\nA second pull of my pants pulls them past my knees to tangle around my ankles. Before I can even fully assess my options, I feel both of the man's hands on my hips as he starts to shuffle into place behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<</if>>Within moments, the man's thrusting rhythmically into my pussy, the wet sounds filling me with embarrassment as I realize much of it is from the wetness of my own arousal.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are thrusting back to meet his own. The satisfied groan that escapes his lips only serves to make me blush crimson, his own thrusts starting to come quicker.\n\nI can feel a pressure starting to build within me, my pussy's rough fucking sending waves of pleasure through me.\n\nThe man thrusts forward suddenly, holding himself deep within my depths, his cock pressing firmly against my cervix. His cock pulses within me, hot cum exploding against my cerivix in jet after jet of his seed.\n\nMy own pussy convulses, like a massive wave crashing against the shore, the walls of my pussy milking his tool of his cum.\n\nThe man withdraws slowly, I can feel a trickle of his cum slip from my pussy to run slowly down my thigh.\n\nBreathing heavily, I lay face down in the cold, muddy street, my ass up in the air. Behind me, I can hear the man zip his pants back up, then a satisfied chuckle from him before his footsteps retreat into the distance.\n\nBarely fighting back a sob, I spend a few seconds cleaning myself up, then quickly dress myself.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The man steps towards me in a swift motion, like a cobra striking. His fist flashes out, catching me in the stomach, the air in my lungs expells violently, leaving me gasping to regain my breath. \n\nMy assailant wastes no time in shoving me down on my back in the cold street. With a ferral grin, he pounces on me, one of his hands going around my throat while the other goes to the front of my pants, working to free me of my belt and pants. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 7>>Batting and clawing futilely at the arm holding my throat and thrashing wildly beneath him, the man barely acknowledges that I'm trying to break free of his grip.\n\nTugging at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 12>>Clawing and batting at the arm around my throat, my efforts are rewarded with a backhand to my face that leaves me seeing stars. \n\nWith his grip firmer than before, I have small satisfaction at the sight of blood trickling down his arm where my fingernails have gouged deep scratches in the flesh of his arm.\n\nTugging once more at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) gte 13>>Struggling beneath him, I dig my fingernails deep into the flesh of the man's wrist, probing for the nerve I know is there.\n\nThe man lets out an angry hiss as his grip loosens. Taking advantage of his distraction, I drive my knee up between his legs with enough force to knock him off of me. \n<</if>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Wish a firm push, the man sends me sprawling across the street in the poor part of town.\n\nI barely manage to get to my hands and knees as I try to stand back up when his boot catches me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the sound a rasping groan as I curl in on myself, my arms protectively over my middle.\n\nA moment later, the man is on me, his hands pulling at my pants. I curl into a tighter ball, trying to make it more difficult to remove my pants, but the errort proves futile. The man half picks me up with the next pull, I think I hear something start to tear, then my pants pull free suddenly, reaching my knees before they catch again.\n\nThe man places a dirty boot on my ass as he pulls one more time, my pants passing my knees to tangle around my ankles.\n\nThe man's caloused hands grip my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.\n\n//Crack!// His hand strikes my ass with a sound that seems to carry into the distance. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, one of his hands sliding between my legs to brush my moist slit.\n\n"All ready then," The man growls, obviously pleased at my wetness. \n\nThen I feel the man moving behind me, spreading my legs as much as the tangled pants around my ankles will allow as he moves into position behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.<</if>>A few more thrusts and my body begins to respond on its own. I try desperately to ignore the pleasure, but it only takes a little while before I can feel my body building towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nThe man's cock inside of me glides in and out like a well oiled piston, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts becoming more insistant as he begins to near his peak.\n\nMy entire body tenses and trembles as my orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave. Behind me, the man holds onto my hips, hilting his throbbing cock deep inside of me.\n\nWith my pussy quivering around the cock probing my womb, I feel the man's penis pulse and jerk inside of me, filling me with a warmth that seems to seep into my soul.\n\nUncerimoniously, the man pulls out, I can feel his cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh.\n\nThe man pulls his pants up, already walking away without so much as a glance back at me.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><</if>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>><<set $Mutation +=1>><<endif>>\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>The flash of lightning is muffled by the thick canopy overhead, but the rumble of thunder is so close on its heels that it makes me flinch.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the couple of buildings I can see from where I'm standing and wonder if I should consider taking shelter.\n\nAfter a few seconds of consideration, I decide that with so many tall trees and tall buildings around me, odds are that those will act as lightning rods and that I'm probably just as safe walking these ancient streets as I would be huddled inside of one of the strange buildings in the area.\n\nAs I start to walk again, I hear the rumble of thunder from somewhere further in the distance.\n\n<<else>>Looking at the strangeness of this place around me, I loose track of time. Its not until I hear a chittering, babbling sound somewhere off to my side that I snap out of it and focus on where I am and why. \n\nSuddenly uneasy, I move to put my back to a nearby building as I listen. \n\nThe //thing// must not be looking for me specifically though because I can hear the sound drifting into the distance.\n\nOnce I feel sure its passed, I hasten my trek in the opposite direction I had heard the sound going.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

One month later.\n\n//The radio plays loudly as its owner navigates the vehicle toward his destination.\n\n//Fear still grips the region as the Patchwork Murderer is still at large,// The voice on the radio speaks quickly, just a little static coming from the speakers, //as a twelfth mass murder was reported. So far police have been able to identify nearly thirty of the victims from body parts found across eight crime scenes. The police so far either do now know, or are not reporting on the total number of victims across the crime scenes. Detective Peter Duntel has been quoted as saying //"We're following every possible lead and working hard to identify the victims. This has some striking parallels to something that happened a few years back and we have some promising leads in that area."// Police have advised citizens to stay in at night and if you must go out to not do so alone.\n\nIn possibly related news, more than one hundred,-//\n\nWith a disgusted grunt, he pulls up to the curb, putting the car in park.\n\n"What do we have?" Peter Duntel asks the nearby officer as he exits his car.\n\n"They've caught him," The young officer says, his eyes just a little too wide.\n\n//Kid's rattled,// Peter realizes, //Bet <<print $PlayerName>> would do anything to be here right now.//\n\n"Caught who?" Peter asks, not quite following the train of thought, "Isn't this another Patchwork Murderer site?"\n\n"It is," The young officer begins, but Peter finally realizes what the man is saying, "You're saying they caught the Patchwork Murderer?!?"\n\nThe young officer just nods.\n\nPeter almost runs toward where he sees a group of officers flanking the alley to keep people out. \n\n"Sir," A burly cop steps toward Peter as he begins to speak, "You shouldn't be here," Mike says, a good cop that Peter has known for more than a decade.\n\n"What the hell you talking about, I'm the lead on this case, I //belong// here.\n\nMike swallows visibly, "I can't stop you," The thick set man says, concern in his eyes, "But I really think you should sit this one out and let someone tell you what we find here instead of,-"\n\n//Must be worse than usual, Mike isn't one to let something get under his skin.//\n\nPeter cuts him off with a wave of his hand and pushes past the group. In the enclosed area of the alley, the coppery stench of blood hangs thick in the air. \n\nThe early morning sun is angled just right to illuminate the narrow alley, great swaths of strange symbols painted in crimson blood smearing the walls all around him. \n\nSeveral officers are grouped not far ahead, blocking his view of anything further down the alley. \n\n//Must be the body,// Peter thinks to himself, //Wonder momentarily if they've already booked the Patchwork Murderer or if he's still around here somewhere?//\n\nPushing between two of the officers, Peter sees the murder scene for the first time.\n\nAfter seeing so many of these horrible scenes this last month, he can tell that almost everything appears just as it has in all the other scenes. \n\nThe one difference defies reason.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, what are you doing here? And why are you wearing a //dress?//" He asks the man standing ankle deep in blood right beside the body. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes that there's something terribly wrong with what he's seeing that goes far beyond his old friend wearing woman's clothing.\n\nPeter, wide eyed, reaches for the gun at his hip, drawing the Smith & Weston Magnum with exaggerated slowness.\n\n"Peter! You've come to help!" <<print $PlayerName>> says with an eerie smile, "I'm so close to saving Azumi!"\n\n<<print $PlayerName>> looks suddenly at the empty space beside him, "Don't worry, he'll help us. We're so close now!"\n\nWhen he looks back at Peter, the madness is clear in his eyes, "I love her," He says, as if that somehow explains everything. \n\nPeter can't quite force himself to point his weapon at his former partner, his oldest friend. Peter opens his mouth to speak, to ask why, but the words falter, stillborn on his tongue as he looks at the body for the first time. \n\nThis body is not completed, //They must have interrupted him in the middle of displaying this body,// and the traditional layer of skin has only just started to be sewn across the face. Peter recognizes the face almost instantly. More feminine than he remembered, but without a doubt the face of Tom.\n\n"She's beautiful isn't she?" <<print $PlayerName>> says softly from where he is standing, "We call her Tanya now. She's helping me save Azumi from //her//," His voice holds a haunting quality to it, "Azumi was intended to be the perfect vessel, but now Tanya can give birth to //her// instead," His voice trembles with excitement, "Don't you see, Azumi doesn't have to die!"\n\n//THE BEGINNING\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

<<if $Mutation gte 5>>Knocking on the door, I hear someome calling from within, "Just a moment! Coming!" Its only a few seconds after that when I hear the door being unlocked. \n\nA couple of seconds later, the door swings open to reveal <<if $RoseCrow is "Not Played">>a frail and filthy looking little woman. <<else>>Rose Crow, looking every bit as unkept as the last time I saw her. <<endif>> \n\nSeeing me, her eyes widen in horror. The sound she makes is like the bastard child of a scream and a sob. \n\nI don't even have time to reply before the door slams in my face. On the other side, I can hear her fumbling to lock the door again. In spite of my best efforts to call to her through the door, she never replies. \n\nSighing, I take a step back from the door, listening to her weeping on the other side of it.\n\nFeeling upset, I walk back to the muddy street.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>><<if $RoseCrow is "Not Played">>Stepping up to the house, I knock firmly on the door.\n\nI can hear someone calling, "Just a moment! Coming!" From the sound of her voice, it sounds as if she has been crying.\n\nA few seconds later, I can hear the sound of someone unlocking the door. \n\nWhen the door swings open, I see a waif of a woman. Petite and underweight, she looks like she hasn't bathed in a while and filth on her face is streaked from tears. The tangled mess of hair on her head covers much of her face.\n\nShe looks at me, a look of a scared animal afraid of a predator. Absently, she reaches to her shoulder where she pulls her filthy dress up higher on her shoulder.\n\nThe expression on her face is one I've seen before. The look of a loved one who expects to learn their loved one is dead and has already started to mourn. As I watch, what little composure she has seems to crumble. She leans heavily on the door, a sob escaping her lips when she sees me standing there.\n\nI instinctively step forward, catching her before she can fall and holding her upright. \n\n"//He's dead, I knew he was dead, . . . //" Whatever she says next is lost in her blubbering howl.\n\n[[Help her inside.]]\n\n<<elseif $RoseCrow is "Played">>At the door, I give a firm knock. A second later I can hear Rose call from somewhere inside, "Just a moment! Coming!"\n\nRose seems to have herself marginally composed when she opens the door. There's an all too familiar mixture of worry and hope in her expression.\n\n//She thinks I have news about her husband, but she's scared of what that news might be.//\n\n"I haven't nearned anything new," I say in my most soothing voice, "But I was walking by and wanted to stop in and see how you were doing."\n\n"Shitty," She mumbles, but she steps out of the way, gesturing for me to enter her home, "Though I appreciate the gesture."\n\nI can't help but find her somewhat crass, yet blatantly honest answer to be refreshing.\n\n[[Step inside.|Help her inside.]]\n\n<<endif>><<endif>>

The femaleDeep One looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe only sounds that I can hear is that of falling rain, the raspy breath of the creature, and my own ragged breath threatening to drown out everything else.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tThe female Deep One is still on its feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tThe female Deep One falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe female Deep One is still on its feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe female Deep One falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with my First Aid Kit, I tend the worst of my wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> I turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuinsFemale]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuinsFemale]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tMy opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuinsFemale]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Continue into the ruins.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuinsFemale]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuinsFemale]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: \n\t[[Shoot it.|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\t[[Punch it.|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

"Aaron mentioned something about Wanton Cove's former pastor?" I begin, "I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about him?"\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//I don't know why I bother asking. The people here in Wanton Cove, nearly every one of them, have only misled and tried to confuse me.//\n\nI open my mouth to say something, but before I do, she begins to speak.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Will it even matter if I can learn anything from Nadia? With //her// out there, it may be too late to make any difference here in Wanton Cove anyway.<<else>><<endif>>\n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 13>>Fear, like a cornered animal, flickers across Nadia's features before she starts to answer, "Not much to tell really. I knew him from when he'd come into my store, but we never talked much." She gives a little shrug, "He," She pauses, her expression showing concern for a second before she continues, "Was a good man, and good looking as well." A slight smile touches her lips, but it does not touch her eyes, "I heard Ol' Jackobson saw him up on the bluff. He seemed to think he jumped to his death, but if you ask me, muddy as that bluff is, its more likely he slipped."\n\nI cant help but think her comments sounded almost rehersed, "That's all?" I prod.\n\n"Yeah," She says in a small voice, not meeting my gaze. Then her expression changes into a small smile suddenly, her eyes drifting up my body in a very un-lady like way, "So, you going to buy something, or-?"\n\n"Hold on a second," I stop her, my voice as firm as I can make it.<<if ($PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength) gte 9>>\n\nNadia's expression shifts to just a hint shy of terror, "I," She swallows audibly, "//Please,// that's all I know."\n\nI've seen that look a number of times in my life. Always when sitting across the table from someone who knows more than they are telling, but are far more scared of whoever they are protecting than they are for me. I fight the urge to drop the line of questioning and seek answers elsewhere, but choose to push on instead, "You can't tell me anything more?"\n\nNadia shakes her head, her eyes flicking towards the doorway as if seeking some escape. Her eyes are welled up, on the verge of shedding tears.\n\n"Did someone kill Pastor Erkon?" I ask softly, trying to be reassuring, "You can tell me, I can protect you."\n\n"No," A single tear crests and falls, tracing the left side of her nose in its decent. She quickly reaches up to wipe it away, drying her eyes as she does so, "You might think you can, but you cant." The cold certainty in her voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.\n\nTaking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I nod, "Think about it. If you change your mind, you can talk to me, ok?"\n\nShe nods, but I can tell from the haunted look in her eyes that I'm unlikely to learn any more from her on the subject. <<else>>\n\nNadia's expression shifts to just a hint shy of terror, "I," She swallows audibly, "//Please,// that's all I know."\n\nI've seen that look a number of times in my life. Always when sitting across the table from someone who knows more than they are telling, but are far more scared of whoever they are protecting than they are for me. I let out a little sigh, realizing that I'm not going to learn anything more from her.\n\nTaking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I nod, "Think about it. If you remember anything, let me know, ok?"\n\nShe nods, but I can tell from the haunted look in her eyes that I'm unlikely to learn any more from her on the subject. <</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 6>>"Not much to tell really. I knew him from when he'd come into my store, but we never talked much." Nadia gives a little shrug, "He," She pauses almost imperceptively, "Was a good man, and good looking as well." A slight smile touches her lips, but it does not touch her eyes, "I heard Ol' Jackobson saw him up on the bluff. He seemed to think he jumped to his death, but if you ask me, muddy as that bluff is, its more likely he slipped."\n\nI cant help but think her comments sounded almost rehersed, "That's all?" I prod.\n\n"Yeah," She says in a small voice, not meeting my gaze. Then her expression changes into a small smile suddenly, her eyes drifting up my body in a very un-lady like way, "So, you going to buy something, or spend the day asking me about ancient history?"<<else>>"Not much to tell really. I knew him from when he'd come into my store, but we never talked much." She gives a little shrug, "He, was a good man, and good looking as well." A slight smile touches Nadia's lips, "I heard Ol' Jackobson saw him up on the bluff. He seemed to think he jumped to his death, but if you ask me, muddy as that bluff is, its more likely he slipped."<<endif>>\n\n[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $Jackobson is "Played">>[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]\n\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 2>>[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]\n\n<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>[[Ask about your physical changes.|Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]\n\n<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]<<if $JackobsonOpen is "Not Played">><<set $JackobsonOpen to "Played">><</if>>

"I'm trying to find someone," I begin, before I'm cut off by Vick.\n\n"Tryin' uh find somun?" Vick lets out shrill giggle, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end, "So be //she!//" \n\nI push forward with my question in spite of the voice in the back of my head screaming that I should just leave, "His name is Tom, young man, red hair. He would have passed through about a month ago?"\n\nVick moves towards me suddenly, looking me right in the eye from mere inches away, "Shhhhh!" He hisses, "She ma be lisnin'"\n\nAs suddenly as he moved forward, he stepps back, slapping himself in the side of the head, "Da bones! Da bones! She na be close cuz uh da bones!" \n\nVick takes a slow, deep breath, visibly calming as he does so.\n\nFinally, he answers my question, "Nah, ah ain't seen no un like dat. Just be locals bout Wannan Cove."\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

Closing the Churches door behind myself, the sound of movement draws my attention further into the Church.\n\nAs my eyes adjust to the dark interior of the Church, I notice a small, dark shape along the far wall, the dim light from outside causing its eyes to glitter in the shadows. //Rat,// I think.\n\nA second later, the rat scurries along the wall, [[vanishing into a gap in the wall.|stepping carefully inside.]]

The inside of the cabin has a musky, stale sweat smell that makes the air feel heavy and thick.\n\nThe smell of the place is enough to make me feel a little disoriented, foggy. I shrug it off, turning my attention to Vick.\n\n"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" I ask carefully.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//The shadows do not move here,// I think with relief, //It must be the bones, warding her from this place.//\n\nA happy sound, part giggle, part madness tumbles from my lips. Vick doesn't seem to even notice.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I realize slowly that I'm comfortable around the clearly insane man. \n\n//What does that say about me?// \n\nI nod in agreement as he talks, his clear paranoia mirroring my own.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>My eyes flit about the room, taking in the sights, searching the shadows, and taking note of the placement of the bones scattered seemingly at random about the cabin.\n\nI feel a slight comfort knowing that the bones are just a coping mechanism for helping deal with his own paranoia, but I quickly push the thought aside before I can think about the fact that the bones bring me some comfort as well.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 8>>When his eyes fall on me, he visibly blanches, "Yah been uched by //HER.//" He spits at the ground near your feet. The way his face twists in disgust is a clear statement about what he thinks of my mutations.\n\nHe closes his eyes for several seconds, then finally opens them again as his entire body shudders. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>I can see the way he looks at me, a slight curl of distaste on his lips as he looks me over. I can tell that the way my skin has transformed bothers him. My eyes drift down over myself, feeling more than a little disgust myself.\n\n<<else>>"Ye wanna know bout //HER.//" His words are more statement than question, a slight smile finding its way onto his thin lips.\n\n<<endif>>[[Talk to Vick.]]\n\n[[Exit Vick's Cabin.|Continue towards the Log Cabin.]]<<set $Vick to "Played">>

Opening my mouth to speak, I prepare to ask about //her// but the words catch in my throat.\n\nI peer into the shadows of the dimly lit tavern, searching for any sign of //her// and wondering if any of the shadows might reach out at any moment to grasp me. \n\nThe sound of Aaron clearing his throat draws my attention back to him, "You look like you could use a drink," He states flatly.\n\n"Probably, but not right now," You manage, "I was wondering though, when's the next ferry to the mainland coming?"\n\n"With this storm?" He chuckles drily, pausing for a second to listen to the heavy rain pounding the roof before continuing, "Big storm like this, you can expect it to be a couple of days, maybe as much as a week after the storm passes before we see the ferry again."\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>I turn quickly, seeing a shadow shift at the corner of my vision. There's a table of sailors sitting at the table where my eyes finally fall. //She's messing with me. She's playing with my senses, trying to keep me off balance.//\n\nAs quickly as I look away, my head jerks back to Aaron again.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>Pausing before I reply, I try to watch the edges of my vision. Worried that //she// might be listening to our conversation.\n\nAfter a few seconds, I turn my attention back to Aaron.\n\n<<else>>I glance over my shoulder before replying, making sure that none of the shadows in the room seem out of place.\n\nAfter a second, my attention shifts back to the bartender.\n\n<<endif>>"Anything else going out before then? Private boat heading for the mainland or anything like that?" I ask, a hint of desperation creeping into my voice.\n\n"Nope, guess you're stuck with us until this all blows over," Aaron smirks, "But if it helps any, I'll waive the room fee if you're stuck in Wanton Cove a couple of extra days."\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//This can't be happening. I need to get away from this place.// I think darkly. A chill goes down my spine as I pull my coat up a little higher, trying to shroud myself in obscurity. A shifting shadow causes me to tense, //Zal'chaas, please, just leave me alone.// \n\n//Lu'hu, ehy'neth roakn'e thulah ah,// Her voice purrs in the back of my mind. The strange, broken words, echo in my mind, like something half remembered that I'm on the cusp of understanding. \n\n"Please, no," I mutter, barely aware of the odd look Aaron is giving me from across the bar.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>For a few seconds that seem to stretch into eternety, I feel as if the room is closing in around me as the light seems to fade from the area around myself. \n\nIn the time it takes me to blink, the room is back to normal again.\n\n<<else>>Grimacing, I nod in understanding.\n\n<<endif>>\n//I never did manage to ask him about//her. I muse, wondering if perhaps that is a good thing.\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

I'm just reaching the top of the bluff when I see a figure framed in a second story window.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi looks down towards me, a sadness in her expression, though if I'm being honest with myself, most of my attention is on her naked breast in clear view of the window.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" She calls through the open window, the sound of rain is almost enough to drown out the sound of her melodious voice. \n\n"Father says I may not see you anymore," There's a profound sadness in her tone that nearly makes my heart ache, "Help me escape this place, take me with you, please?"\n\nI open my mouth, prepared to say something, but close it again when I realize that any promise I make could very well be a lie, "I," I start, then pause for a moment, "I'll do what I can," Even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice, though she seems to miss it.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 60>>"I will come with you, and I will be a good lover for you, just please free me from my father," Her tone is desperate, and I can see even through the rain that she is on the verge of tears.\n\nI ache to put my arms around her to comfort her.\n\n<<else>>"I like you a lot," She pauses, as if she is trying to decide if she should continue, "I could learn to love you, I'd make a good wife for you, just please free me from my father," Her tone is desperate, and I can see even through the rain that she is on the verge of tears.\n\n<<endif>>The gravity of her words are not lost on me, even though I have to wonder if she fully understands what she is asking of me.\n\nI'm still looking for the words to continue our conversation when her expression turns to surprise and she quickly vanishes from view. The pink curtain settling back in place is the only indication she was ever there.\n\nTurning to see what caught her attention, I'm greeted by the sight of Mr Morichi's doorman standing just a few feet behind me. He seems unconcerned by the rain falling, running in uneven paths down his pock marked face. \n\nHis lip is curled in distaste as he looks at me, "I will not speak of this incident to Mr Morichi if you promise not to return."\n\nI can't help but size the man up, quickly coming to the conclusion that a fight with him might not be in my best interest. \n\nI mumble noncommital, which he seems to take in stride, "She's dangerous you know," He says, as if he's having just a casual conversation, "If she were to get out, she'd rape you and anyone else she came across."\n\n"She's attacked you?" I ask before I can restrain myself.\n\n"Yes," The one word is filled with venom. I see his eyes turn towards the window, then he pivots and walks away without another word to me.\n\nLooking back at the window, I see no further sign of Azumi.\n\n<<set $MorichiDaughter to 5>><<elseif $MorichiDaughter is 5>>Nearing the bluff, I can't help but look up at Azumi's window.\n\nSure enough, there she is, standing at the window looking at me. \n\nA smile blossoms on her face when she sees me look her way, one of her hands coming up to wave shyly at me. \n\n//I wonder what the hand she has below the window frame is doing?// I can't help but wonder. As if sensing my thoughts, I see her bite her lip lightly and even from this distance I notice color creeping into her cheeks.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" Azumi calls out, "You came to visit me again!" She sounds so happy when she speaks, then her expression suddenly turns more serious, "You've found a way to free me? You'll take me away from this place?" \n\nI sigh, "Not yet," I reply.\n\nHer expression seems to fall slightly, but quickly recovers.\n\nFor several minutes, the two of us talk, her through the wrought iron bars of her window, and me from the muddy, rain slick path leading to her home.\n\nEventually, I say my goodbyes, telling her that I have things I need to do still today. She seems dissappointed, but eventually waves goodbye. The last thing I see before turning away is her blowing a kiss my way, an unreadable expression on her face.\n\n<<else>>She's a young girl, most likely in her late teens or early twenties. Her raven black hair frames a face the color of the purest alabaster. \n\nI'm not sure if she is trying to entice me or shock me, but she steps closer to the window, revealing that she is naked. Or at least what I can see of her is, as the wall hides everything below her navel.\n\nI wonder idly what she is doing with her hands below the window frame. One hand seems to be moving rhythmically as she talks to me with the voice of an angel, "I'm Azumi," She purrs.\n\n"A pleasure to meet you Azumi, I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>//If I still had a cock,// My thought trails off as she moves closer to the window. Her hand is still moving, but she's now moved so I can see what she has //in// her hand. Or at least the top of it. Not breaking eye contact with me, I watch as she strokes what appears to be an abnormally large cock standing rigid between her legs.\n\nMy knees go weak with arousal as my new pussy suddenly aches to be filled with her lage tool.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>//She's beautiful,// The thought crosses my mind unhindered. As soon as it does, my mood darkens as I think about my diminished manhood.\n\nMy thought trails off as she moves closer to the window. Her hand is still moving, but she's now moved so I can see what she has //in// her hand. Or at least the top of it. Not breaking eye contact with me, I watch as she strokes what appears to be an abnormally large cock standing rigid between her legs.\n\nMy knees go weak with arousal as my little cock suddenly throbs to life between my legs.\n\n<<else>>Looking up at her, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. //She's beautiful,// he thought crosses my mind unhindered. As soon as it does, my mood darkens as I think about my diminished manhood.\n\nMy thought trails off as she moves closer to the window. Her hand is still moving, but she's now moved so I can see what she has //in// her hand. Or at least the top of it. Not breaking eye contact with me, I watch as she strokes what appears to be an abnormally large cock standing rigid between her legs.\n\nI feel more than a little conflicted as my cock continues to harden at the sight of her.\n\n<<endif>>Unsure of what I've done to justify her reaction, I can see a large smile, barely suppressed by her biting her lip, spread across her face as she contines to look down at me. \n\nTo my surprise, I see her hips jerk, white ejaculate flying from the tip in a thick stream to arc through the air. Even with the heavy rain, I can still see the rope of cum all the way from the open window until it hits the muddy ground below.\n\nFor several seconds, I watch the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily.\n\nHer voice is like a whisper among the sound of wind and rain, "<<print $PlayerName>>, can you help me?"\n\n//Help? After what she just did, what kind of help could she possibly be asking for?// I'm not sure if I'm more alarmed or turned on by her words.\n\nSwallowing the sudden lump in my throat, "What kind of help do you need?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"I need help getting away," She grasps the wrought iron bars over her window and pulls futilely at them. I'm unable to ignore the way her breasts jiggle as she does so, "My father has locked me away in this room, and never lets me out. Can you, //please// help me escape? I'm //so// lonely, I just want to be free and to find someone to love me," She seems almost in tears as she speaks.\n\n"No promises, but I'll see what I can do," You reply cautiously.\n\nThe way her face lights up, you'd have thought I promised her the moon, "Thank you, //thank you!//"\n\nHer head whips around suddenly, then returns to me for just a split second before she steps away from the window. \n\nFor several seconds, I watch as the pink curtain settles back in place. After perhaps a minute, there's no sign of her returning.\n\n<<set $MorichiDaughter to 5>><<endif>>[[Walk back around to the front of the mansion.|Bluff]]

Glancing towards the shop window, I can see raindrops hitting the glass. The drops lazily run down the glass like little rivers. As drops meet, their decent becomes faster until the drops of rain seem to race [[towards the bottom.|General Store]]

As I move into the cave, the shadows seem to dance and move in ways that puts my nerves on edge. \n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

A thrill goes through me, part fear, part excitement. \n\nFor several seconds, I hesitate, then uneasily step into the room. The sound of the door clicking closed behind me makes me hesitate.\n\n"Its too late to be shy now," The man teases. The woman's eyes turn towards me, her expression hungry.\n\nBeginning to undress, I'm more than a little uncomfortable with the man watching me as I loosen my belt, but the way the woman's eyes linger on my crotch, a hint of a smile on her lips, I can't help but feel my arousal grow.\n\nThe man slips free of her well fucked pussy, his throbbing cock glistening with her juices.\n\nThere's no doubt in my mind that this is going to be a threesome, and I'm not completely sure how I feel about that.\n\n"Mmmm," The woman grins, "Two at once will be a dream come true." She purrs.\n\n[[Nevermind.|Decline the offer.]]\n[[Stay and watch the couple fuck.]]\n[[Make her suck my cock.]]\n[[Eat her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her ass.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Suck her juices off his cock.|ReluctantSuck]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>\n\n

I move into one of the buildings that make up the ruins. Inside I see that its a fairly small oval shaped room with no obvious exits other than the one I just came in through. Along one wall are several indentions that may have once served as shelving. Near the far end of the room is a sunken area of the floor.\n\nAt first, I think the sunken area is simply filled with refuse, but when I step closer I realize that the space is filled with something else instead.\n\nIn that space are brown tinted clear orbs, a hundred of them, perhaps more. The outside looks shriveled and appears to have a leathery texture to them. When I look at the orbs, I can see that there is something inside of each one of them, some tadpole like creature is shriveled and curled up within.\n\n//Eggs, but they look dried up and dead.// My eyes scan over the eggs, searching for any clue as to what they might have been.\n\n//Clearly some kind of nest,// I glance around, getting the sudden sense that I'm being watched, //I should probably get out of here, no since being around if whatever laid them comes back.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

"I was wondering if you could tell me a little more about your family business? You said that you run the fishing industry. Isn't that an odd job for a woman?"\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 14>>Lady Anne's eyebrow raises slightly, but my respectful tone must be enough in spite of my ill chosen words, "Yes, I run the fishing industry here in Wanton Cove. Nearly everything on, and off, of this island is because I allow it to be so," There's no arrogance in her voice, just simple statement of fact.\n\n"Every fishing vessel that docks in our cove belongs to me, as do their crews."\n\nA stray thought, her husband and what she may have made him to do any number of the sailors who work for her, crosses my mind like a lightning bolt.\n\nThe little smile that plays at her lips makes me wonder if perhaps she knows exactly what I am thinking.\n\n"I've seen ships in and out of the cove since arriving, I take it your business is lucrative?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"If you are asking if I am rich? I do very well, but its really more about power now, isn't it? After all, what good is money if you can't do as you wish." Her hard eyes bore into mine, seemingly in search of my thoughts.\n\n"I don't know. It never seemed like anyone I've known with money is happy because of it." I venture.\n\n"Then they're using it wrong," The way she says it makes me shiver, like she's just shared a profound secret with me that is beyond my understanding.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 6>>Lady Anne's eyebrow raises slightly, displeasure in her expression, "Yes, the fishing industry along with almost everything else here in Wanton Cove belongs to me," There is anger in her voice, but no arrogance, just simple statement of fact.\n\n"Every fishing vessel that docks in our cove belongs to me, as do their crews."\n\nA stray thought, her husband and what she may have made him to do any number of the sailors who work for her, crosses my mind like a lightning bolt.\n\nThe little smile that plays at her lips makes me wonder if perhaps she knows exactly what I am thinking.\n\n"I've seen ships in and out of the cove since arriving, you must be well off?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"If you are asking if I am rich? I have more money than you're likely to see in your lifetime, but money isn't what's important now, is it?" Her hard eyes bore into mine, seemingly in search of my thoughts.\n\nUnnerved by her gaze, I fidget in my chair.\n\n<<else>>I see her take a slow breath, her eyes half closing as she does so. I begin to feel like a small child who just got caught doing something wrong.\n\nAs the seconds tick by, the feeling of unease grows until I'm ready to crawl right out of my skin to get away. \n\nLacking any alternative, I force myself to change the subject.\n\n<</if>>[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Say goodbye and leave.|Nice part of town.]]\n

Listening, I can hear an unsettling babble, in my mind I can clearly remember the tentacled thing, the image of it burned in my mind since the first time I laid eyes on it. \n\nI try to determine where the sound is coming from or where it might be going. \n\nWhile still very distant, I can hear the gibbering become more excited, rapidly reaching a fevered pitch. A few seconds later I hear another sound. \n\nI've heard men die, I've heard their screams and wails as they die a slow death from violence. I listened to one man scream like a banshee after being knifed in the gut, trying to hold his insides in with his bare hands as they spilled out around his fingers. I remember how his intestines felt like rubber sausages covered in molasses as I attempted to help him. He died before anyone who could help arrived. //I couldn't eat sausage for months after that.// \n\nThis new sound reminds me of that. I shudder, feeling sick to my stomach as I try not to imagine what the tentacled thing might be doing to whatever it just caught.\n\nIt's several minutes before the noise ends, leaving only the cackling cacophony of voices babbling over one another as the tentacled thing continues on toward wherever it was going.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I come to a stop as I hear something. The sound it faint, like a mass of people trying to talk over the top of each other somewhere in the distance. \n\nA chill goes through me when I think of the tentacled thing.\n\nRemaining still, I listen, trying to determine if it might be coming closer. Thankfully the sound fades slowly into the unnatural silence that seems to be the norm in these strange ruins.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Slipping through the oval opening that leads into one of the strange buildings, I start to look around.\n\nThe place is wide open for the most part. One portion of the floor is sunken, filled with leaves and other refuse that seems to have gathered in the low spot over a great many years. \n\n//How long? This place hasn't been abandoned for decades, its been centuries, or longer?// The sense of //ancient// seems to be as much a part of this place as the building itself.\n\n//That sunken spot, maybe eight foot across and round. It looks like part of the place rather than damage from neglect. What purpose could it have possibly served?//\n\nAfter a few minutes, I realize that there's nothing I can learn from the empty place.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I can hear the babbling of running water before I see it. There in an intersection is a fountain. Relatively clean compared to the one in the town of Wanton Cove, but otherwise identical.\n\nMoving closer, I quickly look around for any sign of danger before focusing my attention on the fountain.\n\nClear water flows from the round pool at the top, cascading into the next, then the next, as the water makes its way down to the wide round base. \n\nI circle the fountain, looking with interest at the engravings around the base. The images are familiar, the same as those in the books, and while some of the characters are the same as the fountain in Wanton Cove I am able to quickly determine that whatever the engravings say, it is something different than the fountain in town.\n\n//The fountain in Wanton Cove was clearly built by whoever built this, but what does that mean? Was Wanton Cove once the site of more ruins?//\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, I sigh and step back from the fountain. //The fountain is amazing, but staring at it isn't getting me any closer to any answers.// \n\nCasting one last glance at the fountain, I return my attention to my surroundings.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

All around me the buildings of the ruins jut high into the sky, piercing the canopy overhead. What light makes it through the foliage above reflects off of the strange material, creating a faint prism effect that fills the air with color. //Beautiful,// I allow myself to think of the place. \n\nBut even with that thought in my mind, my unease does not lessen.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I hear a sound like voices somewhere in the distance, but drawing closer by the moment. \n\nRemembering my first encounter with one of those vile tentacled things, I quickly move toward one of the structures that make up the ruins, hiding within as I listen.\n\nIts not long before the tentacled thing comes into sight, its mismatched eyes swiveling in every direction as it moves with an alien grace. I hold my breath, my body trembling slightly as it moves through the area I was just standing, //Is it seeking me? Can it sense where I've been? Ir is it mere coincidence that it seems to be following my footsteps almost perfectly back the way I came?//\n\nI manage to suppress a shudder until it is out of sight, then I wait until the sound of its mad babbles begins to fade before exiting my hiding place. \n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>As I pass the mansion on the hill, I see a luminecent puddle of White Goo on the steps leading to the front door.\n\nStepping closer, I take a better look. At a glance, it looks just like the other White Goo I have seen.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|BG1]]<<else>>As I pass the mansion on the hill, I see a small puddle of something white on the ground.\n\nMoving closer, I take a better look. The white slime looks like a jellyfish at first glance, but the faint glow it emits holds my attention.\n\nIntrigued, I nudge the puddle with the tip of my book, the sliming moving with a little juggle before sticking to my boot as I pull it back.\n\nGrimacing, I wipe the White Goo from the tip of my boot on the ground beside the steps.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><</if>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen. I willingly forget the dangers of this place and instead focus my attention completely on the pleasure of this moment.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I get unsteadily to my feet. \n\n//If I have fallen so far already, how much further can I fall?// I think, the thought troubling me far less than I know it should.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\nIt's only then that I notice a distant gibbering sound, a sound that makes me think of the horrible tentacled thing I first encountered here in these very ruins.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\nFor a minute, I wait in silence, listening to the sound and any indication that it may be heading my way. When I hear the sound fade, I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\nI turn my attention elsewhere as I search for any sign of danger, knowing that in this place a lapse in judgment like the one I just had could prove dangerous at the very least.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch, sticking to my fingers.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. //Why the hell would I do that? And in a place like this?// I quickly wipe my fingers off on the dock the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n//What is wrong with me?// I wonder darkly.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm, my mind returning to where I am. //This place is dangerous, I can't afford distractions like this.//\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]<</if>>

Slow and steady, the rain continues to fall as if the clouds hold an endless supply of moisture. \n\nAs I walk, I can see where the rain hits the puddles, creating little rings in the water before being swallowed by the ripple created by the next drop to strike the water.\n\nI absently pull my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the weather.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

From within the darkened depths of the Church, I can hear a soft creak, followed by the building groaning. A faint whistle comes from somewhere to my left where the wind filters through a cracked window.\n\nFor a moment, I stand there, wondering just how safe the old building is. I finally decide that if the Church has stood for this long, its unlikely that its going to simply fall down in [[the next few minutes.|stepping carefully inside.]]

Glancing about the tavern, I see that all of the attention seems to be on what's going on in the corner. I feel just a little sheepish, like a kid trying to sneak a look at a girl in a changing room.\n\nAs I approach, I can see several of the men with their pants around their ankles, shamelessly stroking their manhood as they gaze upon nearly as many naked women.\n\nWhen I get close enough to see clearly, a couple of the men move to make room for me, welcoming me into their circle. The women are in varying sex acts. A couple of them servicing one man each, a couple serving more. All I can see are sweaty, glistening with a mixture of sweat and semen.\n\nEven as I watch, one man grunts, I can see he ass flex as he presses deep inside of the woman, then pull back. Almost as soon as he makes room, another man is already moving to take his place. I can see cum all over her crotch. //He was far from the first to plant his seed inside of her.// I think.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. However the thought of doing such a depraved thing, especially in the presence of so many observers gives me pause. \n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my diminished cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. However the thought of doing such a depraved thing, especially in the presence of so many observers gives me pause. \n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my tiny cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my insignificant cock into the nearest girl present. However the pathetic manhood I now possess makes me self conscious, feeling uneasy as I watch what is happening.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<else>>I can feel my new girl parts, my vagina moistening at the sight before me. My breathing becomes ragged with my arousal as I watch. \n\nNoticing that some of the men gathered around have started to take notice of me, I feel a surge of fear, realizing that to them, I am just another woman needing a good hard fuck.\n\nSuddenly snapping back to my senses, I push quickly away from the group before I get pulled into events that I do not want to take part in.\n\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Depravity lte 8>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. For a moment, I ponder whether or not I should even consider taking part in such a depraved act, but my state of arousal makes it clear that at least part of me wants very much to be part of events as they continue to unfold.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my diminished cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. For a moment, I ponder whether or not I should even consider taking part in such a depraved act, but my state of arousal makes it clear that at least part of me wants very much to be part of events as they continue to unfold.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my tiny cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my insignificant cock into the nearest girl present. However the pathetic manhood I now possess makes me self conscious, feeling uneasy as I watch what is happening.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<else>>I can feel my new girl parts, my vagina moistening at the sight before me. My breathing becomes ragged with my arousal as I watch. \n\nNoticing that some of the men gathered around have started to take notice of me, I feel a surge of fear, realizing that to them, I am just another woman needing a good hard fuck.\n\nSomething about that realization makes my arousal spike even higher.\n\n<<if ($PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength) gte 10>>I glare at a couple of the men who are ogling me, my gaze alone being enough to drive them back a step to give me some space.<<elseif ($PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength) gte 6>>I glare at the men ogling me, giving them pause. It's not enough to drive them away from me, but at least they return //most// if their attention back to the other girls.<<else>>I glare at the men ogling me. They look more amused than cowed, but at least they return the bulk of their attention to the other girls.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Depravity gte 9>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. My manhood swells with need, an ache forming in my balls urging me to take part in what is happening before me.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my diminished cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. My undersized manhood swells with need, an ache forming in my balls urging me to take part in what is happening before me.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my tiny cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my insignificant cock into the nearest girl present. Even though the pathetic manhood I now possess makes me self conscious, I still feel a nearly overwhelming urge to take part in what is happening before me.\n\n//I wonder if the girls would even feel me inside of them?// \n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<else>>I can feel my new girl parts, my vagina moistening at the sight before me. My breathing becomes ragged with my arousal as I watch. \n\nNoticing that some of the men gathered around have started to take notice of me, I feel a surge of fear, realizing that to them, I am just another woman needing a good hard fuck.\n\nSomething about that realization makes my arousal spike even higher.\n\nA couple of the men seem to sense my crumbling resistance and move close to me. When I feel their hands on me, lightly groping me through my clothing, I realize that if I do not leave soon, I'll soon become another eager whore to satisfy their baser needs.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<</if>><</if>>

<<if $Prostitute is "Gone">>My eyes drift over the interior of the Barmaid's Daughter, searching for any sign of Tanya. She's nowhere to be seen.\n\n//Shouldn't surprise me. After stealing the book, she's not going to make it easy to find her.//<<else>><<if $Prostitute is "Played">>I can see Tanya stepping through a door at the back of the tavern. <<else>>I can see the redheaded girl stepping through a door at the back of the tavern. <</if>> She visibly adjusts her clothes back into place, then wipes a hint of something liquid and white from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.\n\nA second later, a man comes through the same door, his hands working at his belt as he fastens his pants back in place.\n\n//Guess she was with a customer.// I think idly.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

Walking down the narrow hallway towards my room, I can hear loud moaning coming from one of the rooms I pass. The rhythmic pounding of the bed's headboard against the wall playing counterbeat to the wet slapping sounds of the participants' fornication.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>Smiling to myself, I stop at the door. I glance both ways to make sure there is no one else around who might see me, then I place my head against the door, listening to the sounds coming from within. \n\nI stand there for a couple of minutes, feeling my own arousal rising. I am about to slip a hand inside of my pants when I hear someone coming up the stairs behind me.\n\nQuickly, I turn to my own room and slip inside.<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>My pace slows and I feel a guilty pleasure at listening as I pass the door the sounds are coming from. \n\nFeeling my own arousal rising, I finally turn to my own door and step inside of the small room. <<else>>Picking up my pace, I take the last few steps to my own room's door and close it behind myself. <<endif>>\n\nLeaning back against the door, [[I can still hear the steady pounding against the wall.|Your room.]]

Reaching up, I knock firmly on the door. Three solid raps, then I wait.\n\nListening, I can hear the sound of someone moving inside the house. The sounds continue for several seconds, then stop suddenly.\n\nI continue to wait, the seconds stretching on to become perhaps a minute. Reaching up, I prepare to knock a second time when I hear someone unlocking the door from the other side.\n\nAfter all the creaks, squeeks, and groans I've heard on the island, the door swinging open silently makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.\n\n//The whole island is so unsettling that even something // normal //puts me on edge.// I quickly shake the feeling as I turn my attention to the man standing on the doorway.\n\nThe man is huge, standing head and shoulders taller than me. His arms are as thick as my thigh, and its obvious by his composure that its more muscle than anything else. <<if $Taint gte 95>>My eyes trail up his body, my pussy dampening even though I find myself intimidated by his size.<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>My eyes trace the countours of his chest for a few seconds, but when I catch myself doing so, I quickly refocus on the man as a whole.<</if>>\n\nTaking in the man's face, framed in short black hair, is heavily pock marked. His complexion is unnaturaly pasty with no sign of stubble. <<if $Mutation gte 7>>When he looks down his nose at me, he visibly blanches at the sight of me. His voice holds barely checked rage, and pure revulsion in almost equal measure, "Return to whatever foul pit spawned you //creature//. \n\nI flinch as the door slams in my face before I can utter even a single word in my defense. //Have a really changed so much?// I look at my hands, unable to suppress the shudder that goes through me, //Am I even human anymore?// <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>His dark gray eyes look down his hawkish nose at me like I'm almost beneath his notice, I can see something harden in his expression as his gaze lingers on the extent of my mutations. His voice almost drips with disgust in spite of his velvety soft voice, "Master Morichi has been expecting you." <<else>>His dark gray eyes look down his sharp nose at me like I'm almost beneath his notice, "You must be <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," His voice is filled with distaste in spite of his velvety soft voice, "Master Morichi has been expecting you."<</if>>\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 7>>Alone with my dark thoughts, [[I step off of the porch.|Bluff]] <<set $LockedOut to "Played">><<else>>The way the man fills the door leaves the frame fully filled. He remains standing there, showing no intention of moving. When he finally steps out of the way, he gestures into the house, his movement is stiff and his eyes never leaving me.\n\n"This way please," He says with a soft voice.\n\n[[Follow him.|MansionInterior]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Walk around the side of the mansion.]]<<endif>>

<<if $Depravity gte 10>>I bite my lip, a wave of arousal washing over me. I wobble on my feet, nearly unable to stay upright.\n\nA slight smile finds its way onto his lips, "Horny ain't ya? Ah aint suur ihs kinner ta fuuk ya, ur toos ya oot<<if $Mutation gte 6>> ya fuukn ish sluut<</if>>," He seems thoughtful for a second, then reaches for his belt, starting to unbluckle it.\n\nSlowly, I sink to my knees, looking up at Vick. I can't help but notice the way Vick leers down at me.\n\nMy heartbeat thunders suddenly. My hands working frantically to remove my clothes. \n\nWith my pants tangled around one ankle, he grabs hold of my waist, picking me up then sitting me on my hands and knees, my ass presented to him like a bitch in heat.\n\nHis hand makes contact with my ass like a crack of thunder, a surprised cry escaping my lips. I freeze in place, my ass quivering from the impact with his hand. A second later, I feel his hand slip between my legs, sliding along my slit. I'm surprised by how wet I am, and how easily his fingers part my folds.\n\nI let out a shuddering moan as I feel my pussy ache with need, a trickle of my arousal tickling as it begins to run down the inside of my thigh..\n\nShuffling in behind me, <<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as Vick settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes him a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nVick pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>Within seconds, his thrusts come hard and fast, my entire body shaking with the force of the impacts. Wet slapping sounds fill the small cabin as he pounds my pussy with surprising vigor. \n\nMore surprising is the way I eagerly meet his thrusts.\n\nFor several minutes, he fucks me with rapid, almost animalistic thrusts before tensing with his balls pressed firmly against my ass. I feel a warmth fill me as he begins to empty the contents of his balls into my depths.\n\nA few long seconds later, he withdraws with a content sigh, "Orry bout dat," He mumbles. \n\nFeeling a trickle of cum slip from my pussy, I can hear the sound of him putting his pants back on over the sound of my heavy breathing.\n\nEventually, I start to dress myself, not quite able to look at Vick as I do so.\n\n//Why did that have to feel// so //good?// I think with a little shudder of pleasure.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Depravity gte 5>>I bite my lip, a wave of arousal washing over me. \n\nA slight smile finds its way onto his lips, "Horny ain't ya? Ah aint suur ihs kinner ta fuuk ya, ur toos ya oot<<if $Mutation gte 6>> ya fuukn ish sluut<</if>>," He seems thoughtful for a second, then reaches for his belt, starting to unbluckle it.\n\nSlowly, I sink to my knees, looking up at Vick. I can't help but notice the way Vick leers down at me.\n\nMy heartbeat thunders suddenly. I turn, half crawling, half running. I barely move a couple of paces before I feel one of his hands slap my ass painfully before jerking my pants down past my hips to bunch around my knees. \n\nI freeze in place, my ass quivering from the impact with his hand. A second later, I feel his hand slip between my legs, sliding along my slit. I'm surprised by how wet I am, and how easily his fingers part my folds.\n\nA shuddering moan escapes my lips and I feel heat rush to my face as I blush.\n\nShuffling in behind me, <<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as Vick settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes him a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nVick pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>Within seconds, his thrusts come hard and fast, my entire body shaking with the force of the impacts. Wet slapping sounds fill the small cabin as he pounds my pussy with surprising vigor.\n\nFor several minutes, he fucks me with rapid, almost animalistic thrusts before tensing with his balls pressed firmly against my ass. I feel a warmth fill me as he begins to empty the contents of his balls into my depths.\n\nA few long seconds later, he withdraws with a content sigh, "Orry bout dat," He mumbles. \n\nFeeling a trickle of cum slip from my pussy, I can hear the sound of him putting his pants back on over the sound of my heavy breathing.\n\nEventually, I start to dress myself, not quite able to look at Vick as I do so.\n\n//Why did that have to feel// so //good?// I think with a little shudder of pleasure.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<else>>I bite my lip, a wave of arousal washing over me.\n\nA slight smile finds its way onto his lips, "Horny ain't ya? Ah aint suur ihs kinner ta fuuk ya, ur toos ya oot<<if $Mutation gte 6>> ya fuukn ish sluut<</if>>," He seems thoughtful for a second, then reaches for his belt, starting to unbluckle it.\n\nI almost fall to my knees before the reality of the situation strikes me.\n\nWith a sudden shudder, I stagger back from him.\n\nVick raises one eyebrow for a second, then shrugs, "Nudder time den."\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>[[Next.|Talk to Vick.]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nI'm not sure if the forest has simply gone silent around us as we fight, or if the sounds of our fighting is simply drowning the normal sounds in the forest. Either way, it feels as if the entire forest is watching and waiting to see the outcome of our fight.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostForest]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostForest]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostForest]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Trail][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextforest]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextforest]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: \n\t[[Shoot him|ForestFight][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\t[[Punch him|ForestFight][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|ForestFight][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

[[return|$return]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Revealed">><<else>>Arrive in Wanton Cove and begin the search for my former partner's son, Tom.\n\n<<endif>><<if $MotherofLust is "Played">>!!Murder from Four Years Earlier:\n\nI've found reference to a mythological creature; Zal'chaas. Learn more about her, and how she may tie into this town, and the murder case I was working before I left the police force.<<if $Madness gte 1>>\n\nWhatever she is, I am beginning to believe that this Zal'chaas may in fact be real, and I'm not too proud to admit that the prospect of her being real is enough to fill me with an irrational fear that threatens to overwhelm me.<<endif>>\n\n\n<<endif>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>!!Pastor's Death:\n\nThe Pastor in Wanton Cove committed suicide. I find it strange that a Pastor would commit suicide in the first place, and the statues in front of the Church seem to suggest something much darker at play.<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\nI later found a book in the basement of the Church. Someone, presumably the Pastor, was trying to translate it. I haven't found anything to tie it to the Pastor's death, but, call it a hunch, I think its connected somehow.<<endif>> \n\n<<if $JI is "Played">>After talking to both Aaron at the Barmaid's Daughter, and Mr Jackobson in the old part of town, I feel no better about my first impressions. There's more afoot here than meets the eye.\n\nI need to head up to the bluff, take a look around and see if I can learn more.<<if $JI is "Duncel">>Both Aaron at the Barmaid's Daughter, and Mr Jackobson in the old part of town gave surprisingly similar statements. \n\nI followed up on their statements by heading up to the Bluff, but that only created more questions than answer. I'm not likely to get anything more out of Aaron, but Mr Jackobson claims to have witnessed the suicide, so I should speak to him again to clear up some details.<<endif>><<endif>><<if $Compartment is "Played">>\n\nWhen I returned to the lower room in the Church, I found that someone else had been there, knocking down one of the large bookshelves in the room. Behind it was a hand carved tunnel that led to a natural room with a pool of water too deep to see the bottom dominating its center. The way the water moved, and the salty scent in the air leads me to believe that the pool connects to the ocean somehow.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[return|$return]]

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is nearly enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. I stagger into the wall, my own hand coming into direct contact with the smear of White goo mere inches from the handprint.\n\nMy free hand darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand scrapes at the smear of White Goo.\n\nI feel a small orgasm shudder through my body as the first of the White Goo touches my lips. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I stand there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is barely noticeable across the wall, nearly all of having been scraped away.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself reaching for the smear of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scrape at the mess on the wall, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was standing by that wall, eagerly scraping at that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was standing.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the surprisingly warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the wall before I can teach out and touch the White Goo again.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly step back from the wall, then wipe my fingers off on the muddy ground the best I can.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch it.\n\nAs if posessed, I start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

Inside of the shop, there's an almost unnatural stillness in the air. I hold my breath, tilting my head slightly as I listen. <<if $Day gte 5>>Behind me, the roar or falling rain fills my ears. Somewhere in the distance, the roar of thunder is barely audible. <<else>>Even the ever present, damnable rain, seems to have eased itself to a soft weeping outside of the store.<</if>>\n\n"You planning to stand in my doorway all day? Or are you going to come inside to see my //wares?//"<<if $Nadia is "Played">> Nadia purrs from further inside of the store. <<else>> a feminine voice purrs from further inside of the store.<</if>>\n\n[[I go further into the store.|General Store]]

My little cock throbs, achingly hard as I step further into the room.\n\n//I'm so fucking horny, I couldn't say 'no' if I wanted to.// I think, my heart racing as I aproach the bed. Watching the woman's naked body, my eyes trail over her breasts, her ass, and her visibly wet pussy. However, as I devour her with my eyes, I can't help but let my gaze flicker to the man's rigid penis, pointing straight at me.\n\nReaching for my belt, I begin to undress.\n\n[[Make her suck my cock.]]\n[[Eat her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her ass.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Suck her juices off his cock.]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 8>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>

Flashlight in hand, I start moving into the cave. //This place is huge.// I think as I turn my flashlight first towards the back of the area, then at the celing.\n\nAlong the celing, I see movement, but quickly come to the realization that its merely bats, thousands of bats, perhaps tens of thousands. The thought of all of those bats taking flight nags at the back of my mind like a dark thought I can not shake.\n\nQuickly, so as not to disturb the bats further, I direct my flashlight to the rest of the room.\n\nThe walls, as high as I can see, are engraved in strange markings. <<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>>It only takes me a moment before I start recognizing individual markings as being the same or similar to some of what I've seen before. For just a split second, I can picture them painted in blood across the wall like they were across the walls of the alley several years earlier. <<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 7>>Suppressing a shudder, I cant help but th ink they are eerily similar to the ones painted in blood across the walls of the alley several years earlier. <<else>>I stand there for almost a minute, looking at the engravings that makes me feel increasingly unsettled. Finally I shake my head and try to turn my attention elsewhere. <</if>>\n\nA looming darkness at the back of the cavern appears to be where the cave system continues.\n\nFinally, my flashlight falls on the raised area in the middle of the room. The stone is round, and flat on the top, perhaps eight feet across at any point. I can see wax and half burnt candles placed all around the dark crimson center. <<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>Even a cursory inspection reveals that some of the candles look old while others look almost new. //This place has been used recently.// And the dark red at the center of the stone ranges from a rich red color all the way to the brownish red of old dried blood. <<elseif ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 5>>Looking at the candles, I can see that some look older than others, but its difficult to tell how long they have been there. When I shift my attention to the red, I can see that most of it is the brownish red of old dried blood, though some of it appears lighter in color. <<else>>//What the hell happened here?// I wonder, looking at the old candles and old dried blood. <</if>>\n\nTaking my time, I walk through the cavern, looking in nooks and crannies in the hopes of finding something useful. With the exception of bits and pieces of old bone, I see little else of interest. \n\n<<if $C2B is "Not Played">>Nearing the dark area at the back of the cave, you discover that it is indeed a cave. \n\nA faint breeze drifts through the cave and you start to follow it. Its several minutes before you see light ahead. Following it, you can faintly hear the sound of waves crashing somewhere in the distance. Eventually the cave seems to narrow to a point that you have to squeeze in places to get through, until you sudenly find yourself pushing through some bushes. Taking a look around, you can see the mansion just a short distance ahead of you, and down the bluff is the town of Wanton Cove. \n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]<<set $C2B to "Played">>\n\n<<else>>Follow the cave out to the [[Bluff]].\n\n[[Exit the cave.|Take the North fork of the trail.]] <</if>>

My entire mind screams for me to throw him out and grab another beer, but instead, I take a deep breath and cross my arms over my stained white tank top, "Say what you have to say." \n\n"Tom was writing an article about some artifact he'd come across," Peter begins. "Last I talked to him, he said he had a lead that he was going to follow." \n\nPeter pauses, obviously thinking about his next words before he says them, "He's always been relentless about getting to the bottom of a story." He grimaces, "That's something I blame you for by the way."\n\nI can't help myself. He's found a chink in my armor and a hint of a sad smile finds its way onto my face at the memory of the times I spent with him and his family back when I was still with the force.\n\nHe must have seen my expression soften. I could see it in the subtle way he relaxes across the room from me, how his gaze holds my own with a little more intensity. "Well, this time was different, he was obsessed in a way I've never seen before."\n\n"You know how he is. He checks in at least once a week, always." Peter is a big man, but something about his posture and his expression made him look small standing across the room from me. "It was almost a month that we hadn't heard from him, until a letter arrived in the mail from him."\n\nPeter reaches into his coat, pulling a white envelope and holding it out towards me. I don't take it. \n\nHe looks at me like he's trying to will me to take the envelope for a couple more heartbeats, then lowers his arm, still holding it.\n\n"He's in trouble," Peter says, "I couldn't make heads or tails of what was written, but it was in Tom's hand writing. And the return address is to a place called Wanton Cove." \n\nThe town's name brings images to mind of the most horrific murder scene [[I had ever worked]].\n\n

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 25 points of taint.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Taint -= 25>>

One part of my mind breaks, unable to accept what I see unfolding before me. What small scrap of sanity that I still possess withering and dying in a single moment of acceptance.\n\nThe other part of my mind rejoices, looking on with an almost child like wonder.\n\nJust like in my dream the night before last, I see movement beneath the bloody skin, like slugs moving beneath the flesh. Then the movement reaches one of the cuts on <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>chest, just under her right breast.\n\nI lean back, breathless as I watch. Two fingers slide through the cut, stretching toward me. The blood on the fingers beads, running from the skin like a bead of water on oil.\n\nThe fingers withdraw, and for a single horrified second I think that //she// is leaving, that //she// has decided that now is //not// the time of her birth. But before I can react, the body heaves so violently that I half expect it to be knocked from the table. I can hear ribs breaking and the sickening wet sound of flesh being torn. \n\nWhile the sacrifice is surely dead, it still makes a sound as air is forced from her lifeless lungs. I can also see the body moving, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>impressive cock jerking as it seems to harden. \n\nI quickly loose interest in <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>member however as I see a perfect porcelain arm thrust forward. Almost immediately, a head and shoulder follow.\n\nBefore the second arm begins to emerge, //she// pauses, tilting her head unnaturally one direction, then the other. \n\nMy racing heart skips a beat when her head turns toward me and stops. \n\nI am uncertain if she intends me as a tribute, or if she has other plans for me, but I rejoice in knowing that //I have been chosen. She will use me for her pleasure.//\n\nFor one fleeting second, panic causes me to scramble backward, putting a few paces distance between me and her as she steps from the end of the altar to the ground. \n\n[img[images/Allure PrimeEnd.jpg]]\n\n//She// seems completely fixated on me as she finishes pulling herself from the body she was born from. I watch in fascination as the blood on her body beads, running along her skin like a raindrop down a pain of glass, leaving perfect porcelain skin in its wake. //She// raises one hand, holding it before herself, //her// head tilts unnaturally to one side as the blood runs from her hand.\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEndAfter1]]\n\n

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>><<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>I've barely laid down for some much deserved sleep when I hear an insistent knock on my room's door.\n\nI start to pull my covers tighter around myself, trying to will whoever it is away. Only the person isn't letting up as they continue to pound on my door, the pace becoming more urgent.\n\n“Hold on a second!” I half growl towards the door. Throwing the covers off of myself, I reach for my .38 Special, then pad across the small room in nothing more than my underwear. At the door, I pause, one hand resting on the handle and the other pointing my pistol vaguely in the direction of where I figure my unwanted guest would most likely be standing, “Who is it and what do you want?” Even I can hear the annoyed anger in my tone.\n\n“It's me,” Tanya's voice comes clearly through the door, “Tanya,” I can hear an unexpected urgency in her tone, “Let me in before someone sees me out here, we need to talk about Tom.”\n\nSuddenly I'm wide awake, a surge of adrenaline causing my heart to race. Before I even stop to think about it, I swing the door open to let her in. She takes a half step before seeing the gun in my hand, her eyes widening at the sight. I quickly lower it before taking the couple of steps to the table and setting the firearm down. \n\nBy the time I turn back towards her, she's already closed the door behind herself.\n\nI'm still trying to figure out what is going on when I see the first tear fall from her eye, tracing a gentle curve down the side of her nose towards her lips, “<<print $PlayerName>>,” She says around a soft sob, “Why did you have to come here to save me?” Her eyes turn slowly towards my own.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>Her words make no sense to me for a second, then everything begins to click into place at once. //The hair, the way she has always acted like I'm someone she's always known, the timing of her arrival in Wanton Cove,// and a hundred other little things come back to me in a jumble. \n\n//But what about the redheaded figure I've seen in town?// I wonder, but even as the thought crosses my mind, the rest of the evidence at my disposal makes far too much sense to simply dismiss.\n\n//She's been changed, just like me.// With that thought, I start to notice all of the similarities to the Tom I once knew. \n\n“Tom?” There's a bit of disbelief in my voice as I try to wrap my head around the entire situation.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Her words make no sense to me for a second, then I start to piece it all together once piece at a time. Almost all of it is circumstantial, but when they all come together, they paint a startling picture, //The hair, the way she has always acted like I'm someone she's always known, the timing of her arrival in Wanton Cove,// and a hundred other little things come back to me in a jumble. \n\n//But what about the redheaded figure I've seen in town?// I wonder, but even as the thought crosses my mind, the rest of the evidence at my disposal makes far too much sense to simply dismiss.\n\n//She's been changed, just like me. No, she's changed far more than I have, and lived with those changes for a while now,// With that thought, I start to notice all of the similarities to the Tom I once knew. \n\nStill reeling over the revelation, I can barely force the name past my lips, “Tom?”\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>For a second, I can't make sense of what she just said, //She's Tom? How is that even possible?// But even as the thought crosses my mind, I begin to think of all the little changes I myself have experienced since arriving in Wanton Cove. //Is she what I am becoming? Am I becoming a woman?//\n\nI don't know how long I stand there, trying to make sense of it all as my thoughts threaten to jumble themselves into complete chaos.\n\nTanya's gentle touch on my arm grounds me, allowing me to focus. My eyes meet hers, and in that moment I have no further doubt, //Those are Tom's eyes.//\n\n“Tom?” My voice is uncertain, as if I am trying one last time to explain this all away.\n\n<<else>>”How is that even possible?” I ask, my knee jerk response to her absurd assertion being doubt.\n\n“This place,” She says softly, “Wanton Cove. It changes people,” She pauses, her eyes looking me over, “I have no idea why it hasn't affected you the way its affected me, maybe you're just lucky,” There's a hardness in her eyes, like she's trying to command me to believe her, “I don't know how it happens, but I came here as a man. Took about a week before I looked like this.”\n\nI shake my head, not in disagreement, but in an attempt to clear my thoughts, “You're a woman, you can't be Tom.” The heat in my voice making me uncertain. //Only reason to be angry is if I can't explain something,// With that thought, I try to force myself to maintain an open mind.\n\nTanya looks frustrated, clearly trying to think of what to say. After a moment, her expression brightens, “My parents used to invite you over for dinner at least once a month. My dad used to say it was because you were alone and it was good for you to spend time around people who cared about you. My mom used to make a cake every time, and she'd always dish you the second piece because my dad liked the corner piece,” She is about to go on when I interrupt.\n\n“Tom could have told you any of that,” I state. Thought deep down I begin to realize, the way she says it isn't like someone who has rehearsed a story.\n\n“Ok, how about that time a few months before you gave up your badge, when you were leaving in the evening. My mom showed you out. At the door, she gave you a hug like she always does. When she leaned in to give you a little peck on the cheek, you heard something at the stairwell and turned your head at the last second. Her lips touched yours and you both just stood there awkwardly like you didn't know what to do.”\n\n“How would you know that? It was just the two of us there?” I'm already trying to find the flaw in her logic, to unravel the telling of the story as nothing more than coincidence.\n\n“That noise you hear was me, I was in the kitchen trying to sneak another piece of cake. I could see you guys from where I was standing, but with the lights off in the kitchen, you couldn't see past the stairs.”\n\nI'm ready to argue, but she keeps forging ahead, “You acted a little weird around mom after that night. She had on that bright red lipstick that always wanted to smear on her, and she was wearing the white dress with the yellow flowers on it that she usually wore to special occasions,” She pauses, waiting for my reaction.\n\n//Tanya's hair is the same color as Tom's// The thought drifts across my mind, //The freckles, the familiarity, speech patterns.//\n\n“You bought me my first knife when I was a kid, my mom hated it, but my dad said every boy needs a good knife eventually. You and dad used to get in trouble for talking about work at the dining room table, but you'd always sneak off to the garage for some reason to pick up where you left off, you looked at my mom's chest when you didn't think someone was looking, . . . . . a lot.”\n\n//Shit!// Some small part of me panics, “Did your dad notice too?”\n\nShe lets out a little laugh, thick with relief, “Yeah, and so did mom. Dad thought it was funny.”\n\n“Well shit,” I almost laugh, “I'm surprised your mom didn't kill me.\n\n“She told dad once that at least one of the men in her life found her attractive enough to gawk once in a while.”\n\nBoth of you laugh, though it quickly trails off into an awkward silence.\n\n“Tom?” My voice is full of uncertainty, “Is it really you??\n\n<<endif>>Her eyes linger on me for a second longer before her gaze shifts to the floor somewhere between us, “Yeah,” She says, the word nearly drowned out by her crying.\n\nIn an unexpected rush, she moves towards me, for the briefest of seconds I think of my gun as my impulse is to defend myself from an attack. Instead, she throws her arms around me in a fierce hug.\n\nIt takes me a second, but I finally return the hug as she begins to sob against my chest.\n\nAfter a while, her breathing becomes more regular and she steps back from me reluctantly. With one hand, she wipes the tears from her face.\n\nRealizing that she's waiting for my response, I ask the first thing that comes to mind, “Why didn't you say something sooner?”\n\nNot quite able to meet my gaze, she replies meekly, “I was told that if I tell anyone, that person would be killed. You were always kind to me, I didn't want you to get hurt,” Her eyes are filled with sadness as she looks at me.\n\nUnable to restrain myself, I blurt, “What the hell is happening around here?” Even as I ask the question, I can think of maybe a dozen questions that would have been better.\n\nHer entire frame shudders, like she's being shaken, “I don't know, I came here trying to research some artifact, a small statue of a naked woman, only she wasn't a woman, she had a horse penis, and no face.”\n\n//Her.// <<if $Madness gte 3>> The constant whispers in the back of my mind grow louder, mocking in tone. I shake my head in an effort to dispel them, but the voices only seem to grow louder.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>> I can hear something, like whispers in the back of my mind, threatening to draw closer as they cackle mockingly at me.<<endif>> \n\n“I was following a lead about the statue, and found out that it came from this island, so I came to see what I could learn,” She wipes at her eyes again, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I don't know what is happening here, but it seems like almost everyone is involved. I don't know who can be trusted.”\n\nHer eyes lock on my own, “You have to be careful, and as soon as this storm lifts, you need to get as far from here as you can.”\n\n“When I leave, you're coming with me,” I say sternly.\n\n“If I can,” There's something haunted in her eyes when she says that. Turning quickly, she moves back towards the door, “Someone will come looking for me soon. I need to go.”\n\n“But,-” She cuts me off, “Be careful when talking to me, no one can know I told you any of this.”\n\nBefore I can protest, she slips out the door, closing it gently behind herself. \n\nI take the few steps towards the door, unsure if its to follow her, or to simply lock the door in her wake. My hand comes to rest on the door as I struggle to gather my thoughts. The seconds tick on to minutes before I finally let out a heavy sigh and lock the door.\n\nDark thoughts fill my mind as I walk to the small table in the room, retrieving my .38 Special before returning to bed.\n\n[[A dreamless sleep consumes me.]]\n

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I scan the interior of the Barmaid's Daughter slowly, taking in the details.\n\nAmongst the conversation and drinking I would expect, I see a group of four people sitting around a round table. The table sits at a barely perceivable tilt, but the four around it seem ignorant of that fact. \n\nI see one of the people tap the table, "Hit me," the soft featured man says. \n\nThe woman across from him, the dealer slides another playing card across the table to him.\n\n//Blackjack. Wonder if they'd deal me in some time?// I wonder to myself.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

The scene before me stops me dead in my tracks. \n\n//Its happening.//\n\nI can barely make out shapes in the fog, though they seem to slip from sight any time I try to focus on any of them. Instead I direct my attention to the stone table, the altar laid out before me.\n\nOn the altar, I can see a man laying on top of a woman who appears to be chained to its surface. From the angle I am standing at, I can clearly see him penetrating her, thrusting repeatedly as he fucks her cunt. \n\nYears of habit take over. I reach into my jacket for my .38 Special, only to find it missing. Lacking that, I try to force myself forward, but seem to be rooted to the spot. \n\nI can only see the back of the man, but he seems somehow familiar, //The bones in his hair,// The man thrusts forward one last time, I can see his balls pull tight from where I am standing, his cock throbbing as he cums inside of his victim. //It's Vick.//\n\nWhen he climbs off of her, I can see the woman clearly for the first time. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi!// I think in alarm. <<else>>//The hermaphrodite from my dream.// I think in surprise. //Azumi?// <</if>>Her expression is glazed, as if she is there in body, but her mind is elsewhere. From the neck down she is covered in blood from a thousand little cuts across her torso. My every instinct demands that I help her.\n\nVick turns toward me, a smile on his thin lips, "You're just in time." His tone holds a cold satisfaction to it.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Vick. Suddenly able to move again, I start making my way toward his captive, keeping plenty of distance between Vick and myself.\n\nAll the while, shapes move in the fog. I try to ignore them as best I can, but increasingly I am aware that not all of the shapes are human. I shake my head, trying to clear my increasingly chaotic thoughts enough to focus on the task at hand. \n\n"I'm here to help," I say, hoping <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>> is aware enough of what is happening around her to really hear my words. \n\nBy the time I reach the stone table, I'm already taking stock of her injuries. The cuts, while they have resulted in quite a bit of blood loss, do not seem to be individually life threatening, //I need to find some way to cover these cuts, slow the bleeding until I can get her to someone who can help.//\n\nUnseen behind me, the void pulls harder at this strange place, becoming more than it once was and less then the nothing it already is at the same time.\n\nThere's a scream from somewhere in the fog. Short and crisp, ending abruptly. //Tanya.// I'd recognize her voice anywhere.\n\n"You know what comes next," Vick's voice comes from somewhere else within the fog, but I barely register his words, "You should be ashamed at how far you have fallen. You had //such// potential, and now you're more fitting of a tribute than the place of honor in this," The last words are hissed in disgust, barely a whisper at the edge of my perception.\n\n//Thu'ulh, eet chu plech na Zal'chaas,// The strange words come from everywhere at once but echo endlessly within my head, blinding me to any other sound. My state of arousal comes to my attention as a wave of arousal like nothing I have ever experienced before washes over me. I can feel my feminine fluids running freely down the inside of my thighs.\n\n[[Give in to your arousal.|HighTaintEnd4]]\n\n[[Try to save Azumi.|HighTaintEndAzumi]]\n\n[[Try to find and save Tanya.|HighTaintEndTanya]]

Knocking on the door, two siren voices coo, "Please, come in." I have no way of knowing if one of them spoke, or of they broke their sentence. \n\nI hesitate for only a second before opening the door and entering.\n\nInside of the Lebron home, I pry my eyes away from the two attractive young ladies long enough to take in the rest of the room.\n\nWhat would be a living room in any other home looks like a bedroom in this house. A single large bed sits a short distance from a wood fireplace. The soft crackle of wood burning can be heard. The bed is covered with a tangle of blankets along with a couple of extra pillows.\n\nOn the ground around the room are several pieces of discarded clothing, not all of which appear to have come from a woman.\n\nThe twins grin in unison, "It's good," One begins, "To see you again," The second finishes.\n\nSomething becomes predatory about the two teens. Their movements reminding me of a pair of wolves preparing to pounce on a trapped animal.\n\nI find myself rooted to the spot, the two girls disrobing in a clearly practiced dance. \n\nOnce naked, they move toward me, "You're going to play," The first one says, her expression seductive, "with us, right?"\n\n[[Make an exit while I still can.|Lebron Exit.]]\n\n[[Stay.|Lebron Visit.]]

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>Near the top of the bluff, I see a luminecent puddle of White Goo.\n\nStepping closer, I brush back a bit of grass for a better look. At a glance, it looks just like the other White Goo I have seen.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|BG1]]<<else>>Nearing the top of the bluff, I see a small puddle of something white on the ground.\n\nMoving closer, I brush back a bit of grass for a better look. The white slime looks like a jellyfish at first glance, but the faint glow it emits holds my attention.\n\nIntrigued, I nudge the puddle with the tip of my book, the sliming moving with a little juggle before sticking to my boot as I pull it back.\n\nAbsently, I wipe the White Goo from the tip of my boot on the grass beside the trail.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><</if>>\n

"I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about your father?" I ask.\n\nI feel her stiffen at my side, then her grip on my arm lightens slightly. For a second, I think she's going to pull away, but she does not. \n\nWhen I glance over at her, I can see only the top of her head as she seems to be looking at the floor near her feet, or perhaps at her own lap. \n\nWithout warning, she turns towards me, her eyes locking with my own. I can see desperation, perhaps a bit of madness, in those deep brown eyes, "Please," She says, pushing me onto my back with more strength than a girl her size should possess, then she straddles my lap before laying down across my front. Her eyes stare into my own as she moves closer, her lips stopping so close to my own that I can feel her breath, "Take me away from this place," She pleads in a whisper, "My father hates me, he won't let me out of this room //ever,// and he only visits me once or twice a day. I'm //so lonely.//" The way she moves her hips against my own when she says it makes me think lonely isn't the right word for it, "I'll be yours forever, you can fuck me whenever you want, <<if $Mutation gte 3>>I don't even care what you look like, <<endif>>just free me from my prison." \n\nThe emotion in her voice, the way she pleads, makes me want to sweep her up in my arms and run away with her. But the way her erection presses against my groin quickly brings me back to reality.\n\nShe leans further forward, her lips just brushing my own in what I expect to become a kiss, I can see the hunger in her eyes.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>Her hips gyrate, pressing her naked penis against my moistening pussy through my clothes.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>Her hips gyrate, pressing her huge cock against my crotch. I'm a little embarassed at how hard the act makes me.\n\n<<else>>She moves her hips, rubbing her substantial size against my own growing erection. I try to shift away from her, but only manage to make things worse by rubbing against her.\n\n<<endif>>More aroused than I care to admit by her behavior, I very carefully move my hands to her hips. With exagerated care, I lift her up, moving her off of me. All the while, I have to fight back the urge to take advantage of this girl, to press my lips against hers and make love to her.\n\nThere's a little dissappointment in her eyes, but I can see some playfulness there as well as she allows me to sit her beside myself again. \n\nShe clings tightly to me once more, and my eyes are drawn to the small bead of precum at the tip of her rigid shaft.\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe street looks abandoned, almost as if only my assailant and myself remain in this God forsaken town. The soft creaks of store signs and the slashing of puddles play like a soft background to the more immediate sounds of our fight.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostStreet]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostStreet]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostStreet]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Head into the center of town.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextstreet]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextstreet]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch him|StreetFight][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot him|StreetFight][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|StreetFight][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

One month later.\n\n//The radio plays loudly as its owner navigates the vehicle toward his destination.\n\n//Fear still grips the region as the Patchwork Murderer is still at large,// The voice on the radio speaks quickly, just a little static coming from the speakers, //as a twelfth mass murder was reported. So far police have been able to identify nearly thirty of the victims from body parts found across eight crime scenes. The police so far either do now know, or are not reporting on the total number of victims across the crime scenes. Detective Peter Duntel has been quoted as saying //"We're following every possible lead and working hard to identify the victims. This has some striking parallels to something that happened a few years back and we have some promising leads in that area."// Police have advised citizens to stay in at night and if you must go out to not do so alone.\n\nIn possibly related news, more than one hundred,-//\n\nWith a disgusted grunt, he pulls up to the curb, putting the car in park.\n\n"What do we have?" Peter Duntel asks the nearby officer as he exits his car.\n\n"They've caught him," The young officer says, his eyes just a little too wide.\n\n//Kid's rattled,// Peter realizes, //Bet <<print $PlayerName>> would do anything to be here right now.//\n\n"Caught who?" Peter asks, not quite following the train of thought, "Isn't this another Patchwork Murderer site?"\n\n"It is," The young officer begins, but Peter finally realizes what the man is saying, "You're saying they caught the Patchwork Murderer?!?"\n\nThe young officer just nods.\n\nPeter almost runs toward where he sees a group of officers flanking the alley to keep people out. \n\n"Sir," A burly cop steps toward Peter as he begins to speak, "You shouldn't be here," Mike says, a good cop that Peter has known for more than a decade.\n\n"What the hell you talking about, I'm the lead on this case, I //belong// here.\n\nMike swallows visibly, "I can't stop you," The thick set man says, concern in his eyes, "But I really think you should sit this one out and let someone tell you what we find here instead of,-"\n\n//Must be worse than usual, Mike isn't one to let something get under his skin.//\n\nPeter cuts him off with a wave of his hand and pushes past the group. In the enclosed area of the alley, the coppery stench of blood hangs thick in the air. \n\nThe early morning sun is angled just right to illuminate the narrow alley, great swaths of strange symbols painted in crimson blood smearing the walls all around him. \n\nSeveral officers are grouped not far ahead, blocking his view of anything further down the alley. \n\n//Must be the body,// Peter thinks to himself, //Wonder momentarily if they've already booked the Patchwork Murderer or if he's still around here somewhere?//\n\nPushing between two of the officers, Peter sees the murder scene for the first time.\n\nAfter seeing so many of these horrible scenes this last month, he can tell that almost everything appears just as it has in all the other scenes. \n\nThe one difference defies reason.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, what are you doing here?" He asks the man standing naked ankle deep in blood right beside the body. Terrible scars, red and angry can be seen at his crotch. At a glance, it looks like the the man has castrated himself, a repulsive wound that has only partially healed.\n\nAs soon as the words leave his mouth, Peter's mind catches up with what he is seeing and he blanches.\n\nPeter, wide eyed, reaches for the gun at his hip, drawing the Smith & Weston Magnum with exaggerated slowness.\n\n"Peter! I've been waiting for you!" <<print $PlayerName>> says with an eerie smile, "My mistress will be //so// pleased that you've finally come to join us!"\n\nHe can't quite force himself to point his weapon at his former partner, his oldest friend. Peter opens his mouth to speak, to ask why, but the words falter, stillborn on his tongue as he looks at the body for the first time. \n\nThis body is not completed, //They must have interrupted him in the middle of displaying this body,// and the traditional layer of skin has only just started to be sewn across the face. Peter recognizes the face almost instantly. More feminine than he remembered, but without a doubt the face of Tom.\n\n"She's beautiful isn't she?" <<print $PlayerName>> says softly from where he is standing, "We call her Tanya now. She's begged to become the centerpiece of //her// tribute ever since our mistress, the harbinger. arrived," His voice holds a haunting quality to it, "She's the last tribute, //now// our work can begin.\n\n//THE BEGINNING\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

<<if $Taint gte 95 and $TentacleRape gte 3>>I hear the tentacled thing long before I see it. I feel weak in the knees, my body reacting to my previous experiences with arousal. \n\n//I've got to get out of here,// I think, but my body has other ideas. I barely take three steps before I sag to my knees, a wanton moan filling the air around me as my mind is assailed with all the grotesque ways the horrid thing could potentially violate my body.\n\nIn the distance, the babbling chitter of the tentacled thing stops for just a second, then is more excited as the sound draws closer.\n\nI can feel my pussy quivering with need, my feminine juices dripping from my cunt and making my undergarments wet.\n\nThe tentacled thing comes around the edge of one of the strange buildings, it's pace quickens to a blur of motion, then just a few paces from there I am kneeling it slows to a stop. \n\nOccasionally one of it's tentacles will quiver, or it will shift to allow a different eye to gaze upon me. At the same time, I'm both so scared I fear my bowels will loosen at any second and am so aroused that I want to bed the thing to take me just like before.\n\n"//Tribute.//" The single word spoken by dozens of mouths simultaneously is otherworldly in a way that makes the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end, goosebumps rising across my arms.\n\nThe maddening noise it makes increases, reaching a fevered pitch. Then without warning it lunges at me. It's tentacles lash out and coil around my arms and legs like slimy ropes that pulsate.\n\nWhat happens next is not what I expected however. Instead of tearing at my clothes and raping me, it instead lifts me into the air, holding me in it's iron grip with seemingly no effort. The noise that it creates becomes so loud that it hurts as it begins to wander back the way he had come from. Every so often I would hear it scream "//Tribute!//" but the rest of what it says is lost in the disturbing babbling sound it makes.\n\nI'm not sure how long it carries, my arousal clouds my mind in a way that makes it difficult to focus. It's the babbling that finally draws my attention back to the present rather than my frustrating inability to do anything about my arousal.\n\nOnly the sound isn't coming from the creature carrying me. It's coming from somewhere else nearby.\n\nI turn my head, searching for the source of the sound. I don't have to look for long. A second creature, exactly like the one carrying me is moving toward us.\n\nA shadow falls over me, causing me to look where we are going again. I realize that the creature is carrying me into a large building.\n\nThe heady stench of lust and filth fills my nostrils. Under that lies the sickly sweet scent of death.\n\nAll around me I can see tentacles, draped across the walls and originating somewhere above in a mass that I can make no sense of. For the first time, I thrash about in the grip of the vile thing that holds me, terrified and wanting nothing more than to flee as fast as my legs could carry me. \n\nI might as well have done nothing because the tentacled thing's grip is far too strong to escape. \n\nMovement around me makes me aware that there are several of the tentacled things in this room, moving about and covered in a layer of blood and slime.\n\nAn all too human scream snaps my attention toward it's source. There against the wall, restrained by dozens of tentacles is a woman, her belly stretched obscenely with pregnancy. Another scream becomes a shriek of pain as the woman thrashes. I can see her legs pulled wide by the tentacles holding her, her cunt stretching and bulging before what looks like a gray green tentacle slithers from her hole. \n\nI have just a second to think the tentacle isn't large enough to evoke such a response from her, but then a second joins the first, followed by a gush of blood and meat. \n\nI wretch, bile rising up in my throat as I realize whatever is inside of her is literally ripping her apart from the inside out. Her eyes swivel to me, pleading with me, whether for her freedom or for her own death so that suffering can end, I am not sure which.\n\nUnable to do anything else, I weep for her, watching her belly move like a hundred snakes slithering just beneath the skin. Her most recent scream dies in a gurgle of blood. Her eyes roll back in her head, either unconscious or dead, either way it is a mercy. \n\nHer belly bulges, drops of blood forming on her skin as something inside starts to force it's way out, razor sharp teeth shred flesh and a beak like mouth erupts from her belly.\n\nA tentacle forces itself from between her lips, like a horrid tongue stretching out from within. \n\nI watch in horror as her body is turned to little more than a pile of gore. From her remnants, several of the tentacled things, just like the one holding me, are born from the death of their unwilling mother.\n\n//This is why this thing brought me here.// The thought is enough to rip a scream from my throat.\n\nThe sounds of these tentacled things becomes more excited, like an energy that makes the very room vibrate. Thousands of voice as once, perfectly synchronized and coming from a dozen directions at once speak, "//Tribute!//"\n\nFrom somewhere above, from the ceiling, comes a single voice. The sound is like razorblades weeping, "Tribute."\n\nIt's in that moment that I realize that nearly all of the tentacles in the room belong to a single massive creature. A creature that lowers slowly from the ceiling toward me.\n\nThe tentacled thing holding me releases me, then withdraws, leaving me on the slimy wet floor. My mind screams at me to find some escape, to flee, but I know deep down that I have no chance of escape even if I could get my limbs to obey. Instead, I lay trembling on the ground, screaming and weeping but unable to force myself to motion. \n\nI can feel something in my mind change, like something slipping when it refuses to accept what I am seeing.\n\nA giant lidless eye, nearly as large as I am peers down at me as if appraising a piece of meat. I shudder as I struggle to make sense of that I am looking at. I start to become aware that the ceiling isn't just a dark void above either, the building itself seems to give way to a sort of black void with a sense of infinite. But even the void seems to move just beyond my ability to perceive.\n\nMy eyes widen suddenly, a whimper falling from my lips as I realize my perception is all wrong. What I am looking at is not a full creature, only a small portion like a boil that has somehow managed to push itself through this tear, or portal, between here and whatever unnatural place the rest of it resides.\n\nThe realization does me no good however as my fate has already been sealed. More tentacles than I can count descend toward me. They range in size from the thickness of my fingers and as thick as my thigh.\n\nAt first those tentacles touch me, just caressing my body, small tentacles working to free me from my clothes with amazing dexterity. But as soon as the last of my clothes are free of my body the thing's behavior changes. It becomes more aggressive, restraining me as it pushes me against the floor. My legs are pulled apart to expose my feminine slit.\n\nSeveral of the tentacles, none of them thicker than my wrist, gravitate toward my crotch. The tip of a small one teases at my clit, drawing my mind to pleasure rather than the horror looming above me. I close my eyes, trying to escape in the only way I can, but my eyes shoot open again when I feel something probing at my hole.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>The second it finds my opening, it shoves itself roughly inside, it's own slimy exterior acting as a natural lubricant. I feel a sharp pinch inside as more and more of it's length slithers into my cunt.\n\nThe stinging pain is quickly forgotten however as I feel the tentacle reach deeper, probing at something further inside, the pressure becomes uncomfortable before suddenly turning to a bloated sort of pain when the tentacle forces it's way past my cervix.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The second it finds my opening, it shoves itself roughly inside, it's own slimy exterior acting as a natural lubricant. I feel a wave of pleasure radiate from deep inside as more and more of it's length slithers into my cunt.\n\nThe pleasure is quickly forgotten however as I feel the tentacle reach deeper, probing at something further inside, the pressure becomes uncomfortable before suddenly turning to a bloated sort of pain when the tentacle forces it's way past my cervix.\n\n<<endif>>Inside of me I can feel the tentacle pulse and throb, quivering in my pussy. I look down just in time to see a bulge moving down the tentacle toward my pussy, //Is there something inside of that??// I think in a sort of fascinated horror. \n\nWhen the bulge reaches the end of what I see of the tentacle, I feel it press against me. As I watch in morbid fascination, the bulge elongates as the tentacle contracts around whatever is within. When it pushes forward again, it's a tight fit, causing me to stretch around it in a sensation that's just the wrong side of pain.\n\nThe bulbous intrusion slides bit by bit deeper into me until ht reaches my cervix, then the pressure increases but isn't enough to force the thing inside. \n\nThen comes the next bulge, followed by another and another. One by one they are forced into my cunt where they continue to increase the pressure against my cervix. \n\nMy body dances a fine line between pleasure and pain as nearly a dozen of the objects are forced inside of me. \n\nIt's not until I realize I see no more of the objects working their way through the tentacle that I sense an increase in pressure deep inside of me. I groan loudly as my cervix unwillingly starts to give way, then like a dam breaking I can feel one after another of the objects this horror forced into me force it's way into my womb. \n\nThe sudden sense of being bloated inside combined with the pain of being stretched in this way makes me feel ill. I thrash weakly, but even as I do so I can sense my strength abandoning me as as my body realizes it can not win.\n\nFilled with despair, I weep, offering no resistance as the tentacles move me toward the wall where others entangle my limbs to hold me firm.\n\nI find myself unable to force my eyes toward the thing looming above, my eyes turning instead toward my bloated belly, //I look pregnant,// I realize. Immediately on it's heels is a second thought, //I am pregnant, with, . . . // I can't even force myself to think the rest.\n\nI'm not sure how long I lay there. Occasionally one of the tentacled things will wander past, caressing my body with it's vile tentacles or probing at my hole for a moment before continuing on. \n\nAnd the babbling, the never ending, maddening babbling. I laugh, I cry, I scream, but the gibbering voices never end.\n\nAt first I barely notice a new sensation. Like butterflies fluttering inside of my belly, and slowly those flutterings become slithering twisting sensations. \n\nWhen I see something move, my belly pressing forward like a baby kicking from within, the reality of my fate finally settles upon me like the weight of the world. I scream when I feel something sharp deep inside of myself, like razor blades sliding across my insides. It's not long before my screams become blood curdling shrieks of agony.\n\nEND\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The soft whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion. \n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier I grunt, gritting my teeth as I try to shake the tentacled thing off of me. It waits for my struggles to end, then loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue. The mouth like tentacle poises itself above my crotch.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I try to struggle, but its of no use. Tentacles reach out to fondle my chest. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my penis in a warm and wet embrace.\n\nIn spite of my revulsion at what is happening, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker in spite of my attempts to clench down and prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, cock betrays me by hardening. I want to scream but the sound I make is far more like a wanton moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but in revulsion I try to bite it. It withdraws out of my reach, but in its place several more move to my face where they caress my cheeks and move close to my lips, though they remain careful to stay away from where I might try to bite it again.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to puke, but worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I cum.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my cock. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I try to struggle, but even I can tell my heart isn't fully in it. No matter how much this tentacled thing might repulse me, I can feel myself becoming aroused at the possibilities of what it might do. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my chest. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I instinctively clench down in a futile attempt to prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my cock betrays me by throbbing to full hardness. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but I turn my head away. Two more join it and with no way to turn away from it, one of them presses at my lips. My resolve begins to crumble and the tentacle quickly slips past my teeth and into my mouth.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, but I moan instead. I want to cry, but my hips involuntarily thrusts against the thing wrapped around my cock. I want to puke, but I moan around the tentacle in my mouth as I continue to fellate it. However more than anything I can feel my orgasm approaching. My cock jerks and throbs as I experience one of the strongest orgasms of my life. \n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I don't even try to struggle, remaining still as I harden at the thought of what this tentacled thing may do to violate my body. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my chest. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan as I focus on the wonderful feeling. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I relax my ass, allowing it free entry to my back door. It wastes no time slipping inside.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. The wrongness of the sensation arouses me as much as the pleasure it brings me. Its everything I can do not to cum right then. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, I eagerly part my lips and allow it to slide inside. The slimy tentacle meets my tongue half way as I wrap my lips around it.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I enjoy every moment of it, reveling in this creature's perverse affections.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing fucking my body in every way possible while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I scream in pleasure, both my body and mind wanting this to never end. The pleasure I feel makes me feel light headed while my cock starts to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n<</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The soft whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion. \n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier I grunt, gritting my teeth as I try to shake the tentacled thing off of me. It waits for my struggles to end, then loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue. The mouth like tentacle poises itself above my crotch.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I try to struggle, but its of no use. Tentacles reach out to fondle my small breasts. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my penis in a warm and wet embrace.\n\nIn spite of my revulsion at what is happening, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker in spite of my attempts to clench down and prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my diminished cock betrays me by hardening. I want to scream but the sound I make is far more like a wanton moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but in revulsion I try to bite it. It withdraws out of my reach, but in its place several more move to my face where they caress my cheeks and move close to my lips, though they remain careful to stay away from where I might try to bite it again.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my little cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to puke, but worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I cum.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my undersized cock. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I try to struggle, but even I can tell my heart isn't fully in it. No matter how much this tentacled thing might repulse me, I can feel myself becoming aroused at the possibilities of what it might do. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my small breasts. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I instinctively clench down in a futile attempt to prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my undersized cock betrays me by throbbing to full hardness. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but I turn my head away. Two more join it and with no way to turn away from it, one of them presses at my lips. My resolve begins to crumble and the tentacle quickly slips past my teeth and into my mouth.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, but I moan instead. I want to cry, but my hips involuntarily thrusts against the thing wrapped around my diminished cock. I want to puke, but I moan around the tentacle in my mouth as I continue to fellate it. However more than anything I can feel my orgasm approaching. My cock jerks and throbs as I experience one of the strongest orgasms of my life. \n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my undersized cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I don't even try to struggle, remaining still as I harden at the thought of what this tentacled thing may do to violate my body. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my small breasts. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan as I focus on the wonderful feeling. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I relax my ass, allowing it free entry to my back door. It wastes no time slipping inside.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. The wrongness of the sensation arouses me as much as the pleasure it brings me. Its everything I can do not to cum right then. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, I eagerly part my lips and allow it to slide inside. The slimy tentacle meets my tongue half way as I wrap my lips around it.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I enjoy every moment of it, reveling in this creature's perverse affections.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing fucking my body in every way possible while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my diminished cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I scream in pleasure, both my body and mind wanting this to never end. The pleasure I feel makes me feel light headed while my little cock starts to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my undersized cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n<</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The feminine whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion. \n\nThe sound makes me uncomfortably aware of how little of my manhood remains.\n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier whimper becomes a cry. Then it loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue that reaches out toward me.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I tense, too scared to make any serious struggle knowing that with its strength it could break me with ease.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, to touch my limp little cock. At first the thing slides lower as if seeking something beneath, //Am I really so small that it thinks my penis is a clit?// The thought horrifies me almost as much as the creature itself.\n\nThe tentacled thing moves, several of its tentacles repositioning themselves over my body.\n\nI watch as the mouth like tentacle shrinks into a small bowl shape, smaller than a shot glass but still with the wriggling little tentacle within. \n\nHorrified, I scream and try to thrash free of the thing's steel grip as the mouth like tentacle descends on my cocklet. I can feel it wrap around my tiny penis that would be pleasant if I wasn't so terrified. \n\nI tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my little cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my cock betrays me by hardening. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me.\n\nAll the while, the other tentacles begin to caress my body. Some fondle my breasts, others probe at my ass before forcing their way within. At one point one tries to enter my mouth, but in revulsion I try to bite it. It withdraws out of my reach, but in its place several more move to my face where they caress my cheeks and move close to my lips, though they remain careful to stay away from where I might try to bite it again.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my tiny cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to puke, but worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I cum.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp little dick in its wake.\n\nWith a whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my penis. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I tense, scared even though I feel a small twinge or arousal.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, to touch my limp little cock. At first the thing slides lower as if seeking something beneath, //Am I really so small that it thinks my penis is a clit?// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as badly as I realize it should.\n\nThe tentacled thing moves, several of its tentacles repositioning themselves over my body.\n\nI watch as the mouth like tentacle shrinks into a small bowl shape, smaller than a shot glass but still with the wriggling little tentacle within. \n\nHorrified, I can see myself starting to harden of its own accord as the mouth like tentacle descends on my cocklet. I can feel it wrap around my tiny penis that is far more pleasant than I want to admit even to myself. \n\nI tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my little cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my cock betrays me by throbbing to full hardness. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me.\n\nAll the while, the other tentacles begin to caress my body. Some fondle my breasts, others probe at my ass before forcing their way within. At one point one tries to enter my mouth, but I turn my head away. A moment later two reach for my mouth and I have nowhere to turn away from them, they force their way past my lips and press against my gritted teeth. I can only keep them out for a few seconds though before they force their way inside my mouth, probing it as if hoping to coax me into fellating them.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else until I not only welcome the tentacled thing's touch but I crave it.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my tiny cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I want to scream, but I moan in pleasure. I want to cry, but its everything I can to not to beg for more. I want to puke, but instead I suckle at the tentacles violating my mouth. But worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my softening little dick in its wake.\n\nWith a little moan, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my penis. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I feel myself hardening at the thought of what this tentacled thing could do to me with all of its tentacles. I find myself relaxing in its grip, watching with morbid fascination as I await whatever it intends to do to me.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, to touch my limp little cock. At first the thing slides lower as if seeking something beneath, //Its really tiny isn't it?// The thought surprises me more than it bothers me.\n\nThe tentacled thing moves, several of its tentacles repositioning themselves over my body.\n\nI watch as the mouth like tentacle shrinks into a small bowl shape, smaller than a shot glass but still with the wriggling little tentacle within. \n\nMy hips shift forward, part of me wanting to feel the slick warm tentacles against my cock. In response, the mouth like tentacle descends on my cocklet. I can feel it wrap around my tiny penis causing me to moan in pleasure. \n\nI'm surprised by a new sensation, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my little cock before slipping down my urethra.\n\nEven though the sensation is strange, whole body embraces this new intrusion. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me.\n\nAll the while, the other tentacles begin to caress my body. Some fondle my breasts, others probe at my ass before forcing their way within. At one point one tries to enter my mouth, I eagerly part my lips and allow it to enter, my tongue meeting it as it slips inside. Closing my lips around the slimy tentacle, I begin to fellate it.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but I find that I enjoy the feeling of so many warm thick tentacles gliding across my skin as they seek out new ways to violate my willing body.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing fucking me while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my tiny cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I scream in pleasure, both my body and mind wanting this to never end. The pleasure I feel makes me feel light headed while my cock starts to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. I dont even care what it's doing, I only want it to continue for as long as possible. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my softening little dick in its wake.\n\nWith a little moan, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my penis. A little smile forms on my lips before my vision fades and I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<</if>><<else>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The feminine whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion.\n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier whimper becomes a cry. Then it loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue that reaches out toward me.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I tense, too scared to make any serious struggle knowing that with its strength it could break me with ease.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, gliding along my labia as it seeks my opening. I'm not wet, I'm far too scared and revolted by the creature to be aroused, but its tentacle makes my pussy slick with its slime all the same. And the way the slime makes my pussy quiver makes it obvious that the slime has something in it that acts as an aphrodisiac.\n\nThe mouth like tentacle descends on my chest, latching onto my breast and sucking at it. I can feel the small tentacle within twirling around my nipple, coaxing it and teasing it until it becomes hard.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I feel a twinge of arousal looking at the phallic shapes of the tentacles around me. I try to push the sudden erotic thoughts from my head, but when one of the tentacles slide between my legs to caress my slit, all I can do is moan lewdly.\n\nI know I should feel shame at my reaction, but I feel myself relax, allowing the tentacled thing to part my legs. \n\nMy whole body grows hot with arousal, my pussy quivering with need as the tentacle teaching my labia begins to part my shamefully moist folds.\n\nThe mouth like tentacle descends on my chest, latching onto my breast and sucking at it. I can feel the small tentacle within twirling around my hardening nipple, teasing and playing with it as a cry of pleasure escapes my lips.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Feeling how the tentacled thing holds me down, looking at its phallic tentacles waving in the air around me, its too much. I moan in arousal, my hips moving of their own accord. I push my hips toward it, my glistening wet pussy on full display to this horrible, hideous, and completely unnatural thing.\n\nThe mouth like tentacle descends on my chest, latching onto my breast and sucking at it. I can feel the small tentacle within twirling around my hard nipple, teasing and playing with it as a cry of pleasure escapes my lips.\n\nIn that wanton moment, arousal nearly consuming me, I would have reached out to pull the tentacled thing tight against my body if it was not restraining me.\n\n<</if>><<if $Cherry is "True">>The tentacle between my legs finds my virgin opening, wiggling as it nestles itself against my opening, then shoves forward, piercing my hymen with a violent thrust that slams into my cervix painfully. I gasp for breath, the tentacled thing seemingly uncaring of the discomfort it just caused me. \n\nInstead of pulling its invading tentacle out, the thing pushes harder at my cervix. I can feel the tentacle thinning, wriggling its way deeper like a worm digging a hole into the soil. \n\nThe discomfort at being probed so deeply isn't quite pain, but instead it is like a heavy pressure where there shouldn't be one.\n\nWhen I feel something else moving along my labia, I look down past the mass of writhing tentacles, seeing several thin tentacles, perhaps a dozen of them, all playing along my slit. One by one they narrow further, slipping in beside the thick tentacle before starting to move about. \n\nMy pussy gushes fluid ad a dozen invaders all move at once, every one doing something different, but all of them seemingly intent to bring me pleasure.\n\nI barely notice when something probes at my back door, pushing past my pucker to slip into my bowels. \n\nA whimper passes my lips, quickly muffled by a pair of thick tentacles pushing their way into my mouth.\n\nI am quickly lost to the pleasure of the experience. My muffled moans fill the air as the tentacled thing violates me in ways I didn't even realize was possible. While its tentacles fuck my pussy ass and mouth, dozens more move across my body, fondling my breasts, latching onto my nipples, probing my navel, ears and nose as if those might somehow be yet another place it can sate its unnatural lust.\n\nThe whole time the tentacle deep inside of my pussy coaxes my cervix, teasing it open and stretching that opening. Never does it stretch so hard that it becomes painful, but at times the unnatural intrusion makes it difficult to breathe.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The tentacle between my legs finds my opening, wiggling as it nestles itself against my opening, then shoves forward, piercing my depths with a violent thrust that slams into my cervix painfully. I gasp with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the tentacled thing seemingly uncaring of the discomfort it just caused me. \n\nInstead of pulling its invading tentacle out, the thing pushes harder at my cervix. I can feel the tentacle thinning, wriggling its way deeper like a worm digging a hole into the soil. \n\nThe discomfort at being probed so deeply is strange, but at the same time it quickly starts to feel good, better than such an intrusion should.\n\nWhen I feel something else moving along my labia, I look down past the mass of writhing tentacles, seeing several thin tentacles, perhaps a dozen of them, all playing along my slit. One by one they narrow further, slipping in beside the thick tentacle before starting to move about. \n\nMy pussy gushes fluid ad a dozen invaders all move at once, every one doing something different, but all of them seemingly intent to bring me pleasure.\n\nI barely notice when something probes at my back door, pushing past my pucker to slip into my bowels. \n\nA wanton moan passes my lips, quickly muffled by a pair of thick tentacles pushing their way into my mouth.\n\nI am quickly lost to the pleasure of the experience. My muffled moans fill the air as the tentacled thing violates me in every way possible. While its tentacles fuck my pussy ass and mouth, dozens more move across my body, fondling my breasts, latching onto my nipples, probing my navel, ears and nose as if those might somehow be yet another place it can sate its unnatural lust.\n\nThe whole time the tentacle deep inside of my pussy coaxes my cervix, teasing it open and stretching that opening. Never does it stretch so hard that it becomes painful, but at times the unnatural intrusion makes it difficult to breathe.\n\n<</if>>It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething pressing against my pussy forces me to focus on the here and now, I look down to see the largest tentacle in my pussy bulging, almost as if there is something inside of it that it wants to force into my body. \n\nMy tight pussy reluctantly stretches around the invading object. I gasp for breath at the intrusion, the two tentacles in my mouth withdrawing, leaving pearly white slime across my face as they do so. I've barely drawn air back into my lungs when I feel the bulbous shape press against my cervix. \n\nFor the first time since this thing caught me, it crosses a line that makes me cry out not in lust or discomfort, but in pain. The pressure deep inside of me increases and I struggle against the tentacled thing's unrelenting grip. Then all at once I feel something press into my core, forcing past my cervix. I scream, my vision fading at the edges before I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, a generous amount of the stuff flowing freely from my stretched cunt. \n\nMy memory flashes back to the tentacled thing forcing something into my womb, my hands reach for my belly, felling around. I quickly realize that if it //did// put something inside of me, that its either too small or too soft for me to feel it from the outside. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again. \n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $Taint += 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $TentacleRape += 1>><</if>>

A roaring cheer goes up across the tavern from me. My eyes go that direction.\n\nAround a table, I see half a dozen people, one of them pouring a bottle of something into shot glasses. \n\nOnce all the shot glasses are filled, each person at the table takes one, counts loudly to three as a group, then throws their drinks back together before smalling their shot glasses down on the table and letting out another roaring cheer.\n\nI shake my head with a half grin, then return my attention to the rest of the tavern.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

I can hear a sound from somewhere deeper in the shadows of the cave. Not sure if its the sound of a rock falling, a shoe scuffing the ground, or something else. I pause to listen. \n\nAfter more than a minute, the sound does not repeat itself. When I start to move again, I'm considerably more watchful than I had been previously.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

<<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $Day is 9 && $random is 1 && $ZRape is "Not Played">>I find myself standing near the docks, looking out across the choppy waves. Powerful waves rumble like thunder as the pound impotently at the shoreline. Out over the water, I'm not positive, but the clouds look lighter today, like the storm might finally be letting up.\n\nThe spray from a crashing wave causes me to flinch away. When I turn my eyes to look accusingly at the place it would have stuck, I see something else that draws my attention.\n\nOut past Phil's shack along the shore, I can see a pale shape standing on an outcropping of rock. //No, its two shapes,// I realize.\n\nWhile I can hear nothing over the sound of the wind and breaking waves, I can imagine the cries, the moans coming from the woman as she is fucked savagely from behind by a pale figure I would recognize anywhere. My eyes widen as I watch, much too far away to do anything to help. The woman's feet can't even touch the ground as she flails about, clearly in distress as she is raped by this otherworldly creature. A creature that evokes a rising tide of lust in me that makes every hair on my body stand on end.\n\n//Zal'chaas,// The name drifts through my mind. The mere thought of //her// name seems to call her attention. Her head tilts, then swivels slowly toward me. Her thrusts quicken, for just a second I think I can hear the woman's screams over the storm. \n\n//She// shoves forward, hilting herself inside of the woman. Even at this distance, I can see the woman stiffen as this beautiful monster fills her with cum.\n\nWith the casual disregard for the woman, //she// shoves the woman impaled on her cock forward, the woman flailing wildly as she is thrown into the water below.\n\nI only then realize that the two figures are not alone. In the water is several other creatures, these fish men I've seen before. They swarm the panicked woman. //She// turns toward me, even at this distance I can see cum still dripping from her massive, freshly used phallus.\n\nBefore I stop to think about it, I'm in motion, my need to save this stranger outweighing my self preservation. \n\nI've crossed a dozen paces toward the scene before I blink, and as quick as that, //she's// not a small figure on the horizon, she's half way to me. I skid to a stop, slipping on the rain slick rocks beneath my feet. For just the briefest of moments, I loose sight of her as I regain my footing. \n\nAs fast as that, //she's// standing directly in front of me. I can sense more than see the aura of amused pleasure about her, and it chills me to my core. \n\nHer head tilts, seeming to ponder me. Then she reaches out with a single delicate hand, her fingertips brushing the outside of my pants.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>Faster than has ever happened before, my cock swells painfully, my knees nearly giving out as I begin to cum. In half a step, she presses her body against my own, her too smooth face brushing across my stubbled cheek. There's a sound reminiscent of a coo, only I'm intimately aware of the fact that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Faster than has ever happened before, my penis swells painfully, my knees nearly giving out as I begin to cum. In half a step, she presses her body against my own, her too smooth brushing across my weathered cheek. There's a sound reminiscent of a disappointed coo, only I'm intimately aware of the fact that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Faster than has ever happened before, my tiny penis swells painfully, my knees nearly giving out as I begin to cum. In half a step, she presses her body against my own, her too smooth face brushing across my own. There's a sad little sound of disappointment, only I'm intimately aware of the fact that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<<else>>My knees nearly give out, fluid gushing from my new cunt. A feminine sound, hungry and aroused in my ear. A quiet voice in the back of my mind distracts me though, insisting that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<</if>>Just the feel of her flesh against mine is rapture, is enough to blind me to the world around me. In that moment, I would do anything for her.\n\n"Kle'neh, thesh sch turr aash," //She// purrs. \n\nArousal surges through me again, but this time its just the wrong side of pain. I gasp, falling to my knees as my legs tremble and give out beneath me. \n\nI fight to breathe around the pain, steadying myself with my hands on the rocks in front of me. An all too familiar White Goo spatters the rocks directly in front of me. \n\nForcing myself to look up, I can see //her// standing there, looking down at me with her faceless head. Her massive cock continues to leak in an almost steady slow stream before my eyes. \n\nFor the first time, I notice something different about her though, a slight transparency, not of her skin, but of herself. I stare wide eyed up at her, realizing that while I can see her standing directly in front of me, she isn't quite //here.//\n\nSeeming to sense my scrutiny, she takes a half step back, then turns her head toward the little town of Wanton Cove. Then, in the time it takes me to blink, she is gone, the puddle of White Goo in front of me the only evidence of her passing.<<set $Taint += 5>><<set $ZRape to "Played">>\n\n[[Continue.|Rape Aftermath]]<<else>><<if $Day gte 7 && $DeepFight is "Not Played">><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>As I near the docks, I hear a sound, not quite hidden by the roar of falling rain and the waves crashing against the shore. Something akin to a man screaming to be heard.\n\nMy footsteps inevitably draw me out onto the west most dock. //It sounds like its coming from below the dock.// The sound is just starting to make my head hurt when it ends without warning. \n\nI stop where I’m standing, straining to hear the sound again, but I can no longer detect it. After a moment, I step to the edge of the dock, looking down into the choppy black water all around the dock.\n\nSensing that something isn’t quite right, I turn on my heel, hand slipping beneath my jacket for the comforting weight of my .38 Special.\n\n[[Continue.|DeepOneFight]]<<set $DeepFight to "Played">><<else>><<endif>><<else>>\nThe salty ocean air holds more than a hint of rotting fish. Something about the smell reminds me of a thousand filthy alleys in the slums of my hometown.\n\n<<if $Day gte 5>>Looking out over the water, I can see the whitecap waves crashing against one another, rain falling in sheets across the water.<<else>>As I approach the docks, I can see a hint of fog clinging to the shoreline, swirling and shifting subtly as the gentle waves throw froth amongst the rocks.<<endif>>\n\nEach of the three docks has a single building associated with it. The eastmost dock has a small building that looks more like a storage shed than a warehouse. The other two docks' buildings are clearly warehouses, though only the nearest of them shows any sign of recent use.\n\nThe eastmost of the three docks is where the local ferry leaves every morning and returns late in the afternoon.<<if $Day gte 5>> //Well, not in this storm they wont.//\n\nI can see the docks, not a fishing ship in sight. //Must have put out to sea to avoid being tossed against the dock by the storm.//<<else>>I can see a single large fishing boat moored to the middle dock. Along the waterline, I can see barnacles dotting the hull.<<endif>>\n\nAt the far end of the cove, I can see a fourth building, likely both a home and a workshop. All around it, there are small boats, most apparently complete, the rest in various states of repair or construction.\n\n<<if $Day is 2 && $Body1 is "Not Played">>A short distance to the West, I can see a man and a woman standing near something that has washed up on the beach. \n\nI can't see what is between them very well, but its a large, pale shape amongst the rocks on the shore.\n\n[[Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]\n\n<<elseif $Body1 is "Played">>My eyes drift a short distance to the West, my thoughts flickering to the body that was found there. \n\n//There's something seriously wrong with this place.// I think to myself.\n\n<</if>><<if $Day is 4 && $LurkWater is "false">><<set $LurkWater to "true">>Nearing the docks, I look out towards where the body was found the day before. \n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 13>>Movement in the water draws my attention perhaps a half dozen yards off the shore. \n\nIn the dark water, I can see something large, at least as big as a man, likely larger. Whatever it is, its looking at me, its inky black eyes staring towards me through the water. After a second, he moves, a long dorsal fin breaks the water followed a second later by something that looks like a gray webbed foot.\n\nThen its gone, and I'm left standing on the shore trying to make sense of whatever I just saw. \n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9>>My attention is drawn to a slight movement in the water, perhaps half a dozen yards off shore. \n\nFor a split second, I think I can see eyes, large eyes, and black as night, looking at me through the water. The shape moves, a long dorsal fun breaking the water's surface before vanishing beneath the waves.\n\nWhen its gone, I stand there for several seconds, not sure what I just saw.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 5>>Something large moving in the water draws my attention towards the waves jist a short distance from shore. \n\nI can't make out much, but whatever it is must be pretty large. A long dorsal fin breaks the surface for a second, then the water swirls as whatever was there swims deeper beneath the waves.\n\nFor a moment, I watch the place, wondering what I might have just seen.\n\n<<else>><</if>>It doesn't take long to determine that I'm not going to discover anything else of interest. With one last thought for the woman who died, I return to what I was doing before.<</if>><<if $Day is 3 && $Catch is "Not Played">><<set $random to random(1,4)>><<if $random is 1>>When I look out over the cove, I can see a fishing boat, sitting low in the water, creeping up towards the dock. \n\nAs I watch, I can hear the engines cut, leaving the air filled with the sound of softly crashing waves among the rocks, and the men on the boat shouting the distance towards a pair of men on the docks.\n\nTwo of the men on the boat stand near the railing, long coils of rope in their arms ad the boat drifts towards the docks. Both men on deck, almost in unison throw their ropes down towards the men on the dock, seconds later, the fishing boat bumps lightly against the dock and the men on the dock begin securing the boat in place. \n\nOne of the men on the dock yells up at the others, "You have trouble? You're back early."\n\n"No trouble, the hold is full," One of the two deckhands replies, a grin on his face.\n\nOver the next few minutes, the docks become a hive of activity as men work to unload their catch.\n\n<<set $Catch to "Played">><</if>><</if>><<if $Day is 1 && $WaterfrontBody is "Not Played">>Looking towards the shipbuilder's shack, I quickly decide that it can wait until morning. <<else>>\n[[Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]\n\nor<</if>>\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">><<if $Day is 2>><<set $Sighting1 to "Not Played">><</if>><</if>><</if>>\n\n\n

[[return|$return]]\n\nWanton Cove began appearing in historical records around 1645. The area was first officially settled in 1652 by Zadok Alhazred, though there is no known record of the man before his arrival in the region.\n\nThe town of Wanton Cove, and the island of the same name rests a little over 20 miles off the east coast of the United States.\n\nThe island is host to ruins that predate the town, though no archeological survey has ever been launched to investigate further. No one knows who these early inhabitants were.\n\nThe Native Americans who originally lived in the region spoke of a cursed island off the coast where those who went there returned mad, if they returned at all. However given the superstitions of the native people, and the fact that the island has been settled for more than a hundred and fifty years at the time of this writing, it is reasonable to assume that this is nothing more than local mythology.\n\n[[Return to Table of Contents.|Wanton Cove History Book]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

window.commonTownEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 74);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 5) {\n\t\tpassage = "Curtains";\n\t} else if (chance <= 10) {\n\t\tpassage = "Into House";\n\t} else if (chance <= 11) {\n\t\tpassage = "Deformed";\n\t} else if (chance <= 16) {\n\t\tpassage = "Light Rain Town";\n\t} else if (chance <= 22) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownFog";\n\t} else if (chance <= 25) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownTorrent";\n\t} else if (chance <= 26) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownSun";\n\t} else if (chance <= 29) {\n\t\tpassage = "Town Puddle";\n\t} else if (chance <= 32) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownDamp";\n\t} else if (chance <= 38) {\n\t\tpassage = "SailorPairMain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 43) {\n\t\tpassage = "SailorMain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 48) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownRain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 49) {\n\t\tpassage = "Street Combat";\n\t} else if (chance <= 52) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 55) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 58) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main3";\n\t} else if (chance <= 60) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main4";\n\t} else if (chance <= 62) {\n\t\tpassage = "GooeyRoof";\n\t} else if (chance <= 64) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main5";\n\t} else if (chance <= 68) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main6";\n\t} else if (chance <= 70) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main7";\n\t} else if (chance <= 72) {\n\t\tpassage = "WomanSpitMain";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "Robed";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};\n

"Oos asken?" The man slurs heavily, grabbing hold of the doorframe as he sways on his feet.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName2>>, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply, "So, let me ask again; What business do you have in the Church?"\n\n"anin out," The man lurches forward a step, then falls to his knees as he retches. I'm not quite quick enough to step out of the way as the brownish fluid splashes my boots.\n\nStaggering back to his feet, he points skyward as if nothing just happened, "an roof," He points at the Church.\n\n//He just wanted to get in out of the rain?// I find myself skeptical, but it does make sense.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>"Uh uuk awah uhm me ish man," He says before puking again. This time I get out of the way in time.<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>The man leers at me, half grinning. I can still see some fluid around his lips. It takes a conscious effort to keep the disgust off of my face.\n\n"Anna uuk?" He blurts.\n\n//Want to fuck?// His words horrify me. Part of me wants to be sick at the thought, though something else inside of me welcomes such a suggestion, making my new pussy ache with need.\n\n"Not a chance!" I say with more heat in my tone than I had intended.\n\nThe man just shrugs, then starts walking off. At a glance, it looks like he's headed towards the Barmaid's Daughter. //Like he needs anything more to drink.//<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>The man leers at me, half grinning. I can still see some fluid around his lips. It takes a conscious effort to keep the disgust off of my face.\n\n"Anna uuk?" He blurts.\n\n//Want to fuck?// His words horrify me. Part of me wants to be sick at the thought, though it does force me to acknowledge the changes I have been experiencing once more. Even worse is the way my little penis starts to stiffen at such an offensive suggestion.\n\n"Not a chance!" I say with more heat in my tone than I had intended.<<else>>The man eyes me for a second, then seems to pull himself a little straighter like he's been somehow insulted by my presence.\n\nHe straightens his coat, smearing his hands along the fluid coating his front, then casts one last glance at me.<<endif>>\n\nThe man just shrugs, then starts walking off. At a glance, it looks like he's headed towards the Barmaid's Daughter. //Like he needs anything more to drink.//\n\nI watch him go, I wonder if I should stop him and ask some questions, //Man like that isn't hard to find if I need to talk to him. Just find the local watering hole.//\n\nOnce the drunk is gone, I turn back towards the [[Church.|little church]]

Approaching the waterfront, I see several sailors working around the fishing boat at the dock. \n\nI'm a little surprised to see more ladies than men working around the boat as they unload their catch<<if $Day gte 5>>, especially in such hard rain<</if>>.\n\nI pause for only a moment to watch the sailors.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

Thursday morning, shortly after 10am.\n\nMorning found me sitting in my recliner, feet kicked up, wearing an old white tank top and a pair of dirty white boxer shorts. \n\nIdly, I turn the knob on the television again, looking for something other than news reports of the latest heinous act of violence against some little kid, or poorly written shows about a perfect world that doesn't really exist. I stop on the news channel again, giving the national weather forecast in all its black and white glory. \n\nSetting the remote down again, I trade it out for the warm beer sitting on the end table.\n\nThe beer almost reaches my lips when I hear a firm knock on my living room door.\n\nSighing, I set the beer back down and try to kick in the foot rest of my recliner. The foot rest swings right back up. With an exasperated growl, I kick it down a second time. This time it catches and stays down.\n\nThe knock on my door is firmer this time, more insistent. "I'm coming!" I yell towards the door, not caring that my annoyance is clear in my voice.\n\nWading through the mess towards the front door, I'm only mildly surprised that I don't knock any of the precarious piles of books, papers or mess over before reaching the door.\n\nOpening the door as far as the chain lock will allow, "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested." I growl, not even bothering to look to see who it is at the door.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, it's me, Peter." Peter Duntell, my old partner says from the other side of the door. "I tried calling, but you didn't take my call. I need a favor. My son has gone missing." \n\nI can hear the pain, the worry in his voice. But to be honest, I couldn't bring myself to care all that much. I liked his kid, like his father, he was a good man, but I just wanted to get back to my beer. "Not my problem, call the police, file a missing person's report. I don't see how this has anything to do with me," I said more bitterly than I had intended.\n\nI close the door again and start to turn away.\n\nPeter knocks on the door again, full fist. The pounding is loud enough that it makes my head feel like it's going to explode, or maybe I'm just that hung over from last night.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" Peter roars through the door, "I've tried! It's been over a month!" Then he said something that I'd never heard him admit before, "I'm //scared.//"\n\nNow, Peter is a man's man. He's in his early fifties, maybe five years older than myself, and he's worked hard for everything he's ever accomplished. He's the type of man who's even tempered, quick to act, never backs down from a challenge, and always does what he thinks is right. Hearing him admit that he was scared, and believing it, . . . well, to be honest, I'd have been less surprised if I discovered that aliens were invading.\n\nI stop dead in my tracks. My shoulders slump in defeat even before my conscious mind tells me that I'm going to at least hear him out.\n\n"Well, fuck," I mumble to myself. \n\nTurning back towards the door, I unhook the chain and pull the door half open. I'm half way back to my recliner before he pushes the door the rest of the way open and lets himself in.\n\nAfter several heartbeats, "What //happened to you?//" Peter asks. I knew exactly what he meant. I'd seen too much, too many atrocities, too much collateral damage. I'd been broken by it, and now, I was trying to kill myself, one beer at a time.\n\n"You know damn well what happened to me." Picking up my warm beer, I down the rest of the bottle before tossing the empty bottle towards a garbage can that was already overflowing with empties. The bottle I tossed, along with three others, clatter to the floor to join the clutter.\n\n"Want a beer?" I ask, picking my way towards the kitchen.\n\n"No, I don't want a beer, and neither do you." Peter says firmly.\n\nI turn to look at him, feeling a mix of anger and annoyance, "You've got five minutes." \n\n"You're going to give me more than that. You're going to hear me out, and you're going to help." I don't even have my mouth open to protest before he raises a finger to ward off my objection, "After what you did. You //owe// me." [[He says firmly.]]\n<<set $CharacterConfirmed to "Confirmed">>\n

"So, what are you doing living out here like this?" I gesture vaguely at the interior of the cabin, "Why don't you just leave Wanton Cove instead?"\n\nVick looks at me for several long seconds that seem to stretch into an eternety. His experession completely unreadable as he seems to fight some inner struggle before answering, "Leev?" He bluts suddenly, his tone incredious, "Ah not safe wit out me bones," The intensity of his gaze makes me instinctively move away from him a half step, "Sides, //she// neva let mah go."\n\nI pause, considering my response before speaking again, "And why does //she// care so much about you?"\n\nVick's eyes are far too wide as he begins to speak, madness blazing through his gaze like the fires of the sun. "//La goka Zal'chaas throch'ke ebumna. Klem'he sha k'yarnak di kadishtu 'fhalma wi r'luh s'uhn. Throd mnahn hlirgh, sll'ha Zal'chaas ghe yu'thr fleh'rosch.//" As soon as he finishes speaking, a warm and kindly grin touches his lips.\n\nTense, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, I desperately wish there were heavy metal bars seperating us, regardless of which side of those bars I would be on.\n\n//Maybe that wasn't the best choice of topic.// I think dryly, my pule only now starting to slow to a more normal pace.\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>For just a few seconds, the storm seems to let up. Instead of large heavy raindrops pummeling me, smaller raindrops fall from the sky. \n\nLooking up, I see a slightly lighter patch of sky directly above me, but it's quickly swallowed by the more ominous black clouds around it. \n\nAt almost that same moment, the heavier rain begins again.\n\nPulling my jacket tighter around myself, I hunch over to ward off the worst of the rain. <<else>>The moisture in the air is so thick that it makes the air actually smell //wet//. \n\nI take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool, damp air.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they walk along the waterfront, dissappearing behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe figure pauses half way across the street, turning towards me. For a split second, I think I see a large tentacle where their mouth belongs, small tentacles surrounding it in a ring of writhing pink flesh. In the time it takes me to blink, the figure has turned away from me.\n\nThe figure quickly continues across the street before disappearing behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 2 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>I see a feminine figure standing at the nearest dock, facing towards me. The figure's heavy jacket and wide brimmed hat have a slow but steady drip of water coming off them from the light rain.\n\nMy walk slows, unsure of the figure's intention. \n\nThe figure doesn't have a shirt on, a pair of tentacles twitching and writhing from where her nipples should be visible, suction cups like an octopus' cover the tentacles from every conceivable angle.\n\nWhere a normal set of eyes should be, she instead has a pair of goat like eyes that stare at me.\n\nI tremble at the sight, my hand going to the handle of my .38 Special.\n\nThe figure stands there for another heartbeat, then turns, walking quickly behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\nI stand there in the cold rain for several more seconds, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. \n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<else>>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they cross the street, disappearing behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<endif>>

The squelching of my boots is punctuated by the sound of raindrops dripping lazily between the leaves overhead. \n\nBarely visible in the bushes beside the trail, I see a small snare, placed in the hopes of trapping a small animal. Looking closer, I see that the trap is empty, at least for now.\n\n//Seems that someone is trapping in the area. Probably squirls given the size of the snare.//\n\nTurning my attention back to the trail, [[I continue on my way.|Trail]]

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 2 points of Mutation.\n\n[[return|$return]]<<set $Mutation -=2>>

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<<if $Depravity gte 10>>I'm not sure what comes over me, my mouth opening as if by another's will. \n\n"I," My voice trails off, unable to say more. However, the look in Vick's eyes says he knows exactly what I was about to ask about.\n\n"If ye want, ye can get on yer knees, //she//can lissin ta ye suckin mah cock<<if $Mutation gte 6>> wit yer fishy slut mouf<</if>>." He grins, blatantly rubbing the growing swell in the front of his pants.\n\nI feel a thrill of excitement as I sink to my knees, my eyes locked on his crotch like a starving man looking at a grand feast.\n\n"Dat ah ood girl," He coos as I reach out, working frantically to free his rigid manhood from his pants. When it finally springs free, I can only gape at the size of it. Its far larger than my own had been just a few short days ago, probably ten inches in length.\n\nMy mouth salavates.\n\nI know I shouldn't be doing this, that this is wrong, that I'm a //man// but its like a craving that washes over me, sweeping me away like a swimmer caught in a riptide.\n\nIn spite of the smell, I learn forward, my lips wrapping around the head of his cock. A moment later, my mouth comes free, leaving the crown of his massive cock glistening with my saliva. My tongue darts out, scooping a little dollop of precum from the tip of his cock, then I dive forward again, taking almost half of his length in a single motion.\n\n"Jus ike dat," Vick says gruffly, his hips starting to move as he tries to thrust more of his length into my mouth.\n\nIts not long before he thrust forward, driving his impressive length down my throat. I feel a pulse through the warm flesh of his penis, a split second later my throat is filled with a kind of warmth. \n\nAnother pulse, adding to that warmth. He pulls back, I gasp for breath just as he fires another jet of cum into my open mouth.\n\nA fourth and fifth spray my face and neck, dripping from my chin.\n\n//Holy crap, there's SO much of it!// I think with a hint of pride.\n\nOne final dribble of cum escapes the tip of his glistening cock before lazily sagging towards the floor.\n\nMoving quickly, I stick my tongue out, catching the bead of cum before it can hit the floor, then plant one final kiss on the very tip of his cock before standing again.\n\n//It feels so warm on my skin,// I think, lost in a haze of lust.\n\nSlowly, I begin to return to my senses. I realize that the cum has had time to cool on my skin, and Vick is watching me expectantly. With a serious expression, he says, "//She// ill make ya her whore if ya don sate yer lust. If ya ave needs, cum ta meh, I'll help ya keep em under control."\n\nUnable to think of anything to say, I give a little nod.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<elseif $Depravity gte 5>>I'm not sure what comes over me, my mouth opening as if by another's will. \n\n"I," My voice trails off, unable to say more. However, the look in Vick's eyes says he knows exactly what I was about to ask about.\n\n"If ye want, ye can get on yer knees, //she//can lissin ta ye suckin mah cock<<if $Mutation gte 6>> wit yer fishy slut mouf<</if>>." He grins, blatantly rubbing the growing swell in the front of his pants.\n\nI tremble slightly as I sink to my knees, my eyes locked on his crotch like a starving man looking at a steak.\n\n"Dat ah ood girl," He coos, unfastening his pants and fishing his already hard cock from within. I can only gape at the size of it, far larger than my own had been just a few short days ago, probably ten inches in length.\n\nI flinch back from the smell of him, but not before he's able to grab hold of my head with both hands, preventing my escape.\n\nI try to grab hold of his thighs to prevent him from pulling me closer, but he's much stronger than me and has little trouble pulling me to him again. \n\nHis cock brushes my lips, the smell almost overwhelming, but the smear of precum across my lips awakens a hunger within me. Within seconds, against the will of my conscious mind, my lips part.\n\nHe takes this opportunity to thrust the angry purple head of hic cock into my mouth, making me gag slightly when he hits the back of my throat. \n\nFor the first few seconds of the assault, I try to fight him. Eventually however, my own arousal starts to spike, the smell of him no longer so obvious. My head starts to bob up and down his cock, taking only the first few inches as I do so. Absently, I let my tongue play, flicking at the tip and twirling it around the crown of his cock.\n\n"Jus ike dat," Vick says gruffly, his hips starting to move as he tries to thrust more of his length into my mouth.\n\nIts not long before he thrust forward, driving half of his length down my throat and filling my mouth with the rest. I feel a pulse through the warm flesh of his penis, a split second lter my throat is filled with a kind of warmth. \n\nAnother pulse, adding to that warmth. He pulls back, I gasp for breath just as he fires another jet of cum into my open mouth.\n\nA fourth and fifth spray my face and neck, dripping from my chin.\n\n//Holy crap, there's SO much of it!// I think in alarm.\n\nOne final dribble of cum escapes the tip of his glistening cock before lazily sagging towards the floor.\n\nSelf conscious, I move away from Vick, wiping my face off on my sleeve and trying not to look too closely as he milks a few final drops of cum from his cock before tucking his big dick back into his pants.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<else>>I'm not sure what comes over me, my mouth opening as if by another's will. \n\n"I," My voice trails off, unable to say more. However, the look in Vick's eyes says he knows exactly what I was about to ask about.\n\n"If ye want, ye can get on yer knees, //she//can lissin ta ye suckin mah cock<<if $Mutation gte 6>> wit yer fishy slut mouf<</if>>." He grins, blatantly rubbing the growing swell in the front of his pants\n\nMy eyes widen and I step back suddenly, nearly tripping backwards in my haste.\n\nVick lets out a bark of laughter, his face lighting up with amusement at my discomfort, "Anodder time den," He says lightly.\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>[[Next.|Talk to Vick.]]

Chest heaving, my breath comes in ragged gasps as I look down on the disgusting thing laying dead at my feet.\n\nCautiously, I nudge it once with my foot, but elict no response from the thing. Emboldened, I give it a little kick, resulting in the same response.\n\nAfter a couple of seconds, I give it a push with my foot again, this time moving it onto its back so I can get a better look at it. \n\nThe crest along the back of its head causes its entire head to list to one side. a trickle of blackish blood leaking from the corner of its mouth where it siwrls in the water on the dock, staining the wood. Like its back, its arms, legs, and sides are covered in thick scaly skin. Not quite true scales, and not quite leather. Along its belly, the coloration lightens slightly and the scales seem smaller, though after more than one encounters with the creatures, I figure its safe to say that they offer no less protection for it.\n\nFinally, my eyes move lower, between its legs where I can see the tip of its pink cock peeking out of a slit that seems to bulge slightly, like something large is contained within. I put pressure beside the area using the heel of my boot, causing more of its cock to inch free of its confines, along with the start of what might be its ball sack. When I remove my foot, the creatures member slips back into the slit, nearly concealing it entirely now.\n\nFeeling disgust, I give the creature a shove with my boot, pushing it far enough over the edge of the dock that it rolls the rest of the way on its own. With a splash, it strikes the water.\n\nI take a moment to glance over the edge, but the body has already vanished into the dark swirling water of the cove.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]

I make my way along the shoreline towards the shipbuilder's shack. The ground under my feet is a mixture of rocky sand, barnicles, broken seashells, and rotting seaweed.\n\nUp ahead, I can hear the sounds of someone working in, or near the shipbuilder's shack. \n\nNearing the shack, I let my gaze drift over the building. \n\nThe side of the building nearest the water is made up of a pair of large doors, both swung open, opening the entire end of the building towards the cove. Its hard to tell if the building has any windows or not, if it does, they are hidden behind one of the boats, or stacks of lumber leaning against the shack's sides. A hint of smoke drifts from the big chimney in the building's roof.\n\nI idly wonder what the point of lighting a fire in the fireplace is, if the shack's owner is just going to leave the big doors open to the cold anyway.\n\nAs I near the large, open doors, I can hear someone working inside of the shack.\n\n<<if $Phil is "Not Played">>[[Step inside the shack.]]<<else>>[[Step inside the shack.|Shipbuilder Shack]]<</if>>\nor\n<<dockslink "Head back towards the docks.">>

//A delicate sound comes from somewhere close by. Feminine. Its enough to make my cock twitch and begin to harden. \n\nI can feel the soft warmth of the morning sun against my cheek. A wistful smile finds its way to my lips as I take a deep breath, smelling a woman's arousal heavy in the air.\n\n//Tanya must have spent the night with me, and that damned storm finally broke!// I think to myself.\n\nOpening my eyes, I am met by a very different sight than I had imagined.\n\nI am standing on a large stone table. <<if $cave gte 3>>//I'm in the cathedral,// I realize, though I register no surprise at the revelation.<<else>>//I'm in some kind of cave from the looks of it,// I realize, though I register no surprise at the revelation.<</if>>\n\nAll around me are perhaps a dozen figures, all dressed in drab black robes with hoods that shroud their faces in inpenitrable shadow. Each of them holds a torch in their left hand while holding their free hand out before them in odd positions, making me think of sign language.\n\nI hear the woman from before, the sound coming from beneath me. She sounds scared. My smile is anything but kind behind the hood I wear.\n\nLooking down, I can see that other than my hood, I stand naked, straddling the middle of a woman. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Not an ordinary woman, its Azumi.// My heartbeat quickens at the realization.<<else>>No, its not a woman, its a hermaphrodite.<</if>> She looks scared, though I can see her abnormally large penis half erect, and her vagina glistens with moisture.\n\nThere are tears in her eyes as she looks up at me, "Please, don't hurt me, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>I love you."<<else>>Save me. I could love you."<</if>>\n\nI feel just a little sad as I look down at her past my erect cock, "I don't want to hurt you either," I can feel my lips pull my smile into a sneer, "You are //so// special, //so// precious, and //so// pure, and trough your death, //she// can be born into our world."\n\n"Zal'chaas, leeh eth, no'oku whuk zaxte," The figures around us all chant in unison.\n\nI idly wonder if the chains binding her in place are really needed. She hasn't made any attempt at escape and shows no sign that she will in the future. //Perhaps she is as eager as I to see our mistress born?//\n\nBringing the serrated knife in my hand up to my lips, I kiss the blade, cutting my lip as I do so. A single beed of blood follows the curve of the serrated blade before pooling against the guard. With my free hand, I reach down to my cock, beginning to stroke it in time with the chanting around us. The very thought of //her// entering our world, not as a shadow of herself, but in her entirity, drives me to my climax within seconds. My hips jerk as I begin to cum, the chanting around us raising drastically in pitch, my pearly white seed leaving white lines across my victim's chest and face.\n\nKneeling, I look at her from between her legs, hardening cock growing before my eyes, //Her drive for sex is divine,// I think as she reaches her full size. Leaning forward, I kiss the tip of her cock, my tongue tasting her precum before engulfing the head in my mouth. I can hear her moan in pleasure through her fear.\n\nNot bothering to linger, I slide up her body, not quite touching her until I'm face to face with her. Her eyes search mine, perhaps looking for mercy, but if that is the case, then she is horribly mistaken.\n\nI kiss her, tasting a hint of my own seed against her lips. She meets the kiss, before I break it. There's hope in her eyes when I pull back.\n\n//She really is beautiful,// I think as I look down at her body, moving so I can sit on her pelvis. With her penis laying up across her belly, my own laying beside it, I ponder her for only a second before raising the knife in my hand.\n\n//What comes next will be magnificent,// The hurt and betrayal in her eyes only makes what I am about to do even more beautiful. She screams as the knife in my hand touches her flesh, the razor sharp blade cutting through flesh with almost no effort. With well practiced movements, patterns begin to emerge among the carnage left in the knife's wake, strange runes that begin to glow with an otherworldly light.//\n\n[[Continue.|Night8a]]

As I walk, I hear a soft creak from a nearby porch<<if $Day gte 5>> over the falling rain<</if>>. Turning my attention that direction, you see an old man, his eyes sharp, looking at me. His pinched expression is a mix of annoyance and disgust.\n\nLocking eyes with me, he leans to the side, spitting something into the copper bowl near his feet. I can see just a hint of brown oozing from the corner of his mouth.\n\n//Well, thats disgusting.// I think.\n\nHis hawkish gaze never leaves me as he reaches up to wipe the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.\n\n//And something tells me that he's not the type for friendly conversation either.// I tear my gaze away and [[continue down the road.|Nice part of town.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>//Blinking at the soft morning sun, I reach out and rub my eyes. //No dream, thank God for that.//\n\nI can hear the sounds of birds chirping somehere outside, and last night's heavy rain was enough to make the air feel cool and crisp, even with the window closed. //Maybe today wont be so bad.// I give out a humorless laugh.\n\nRolling out of bed, I start to get dressed. I'm just starting to pull my boots on when I hear a knock at at my room's door.\n\n"Who is it, and what the hell do you want?" My voice is light, the words little more than harmless banter escaping my lips.\n\n"It's Tom," The familiar voice comes through the door, "I hear you came to Wanton Cove looking for me. Can you really take me home?\n\nGoosebumps break out across my skin and my eyes widen. With only one boot on, I bolt for the door, swinging it open. My heart thrills when I see Tom, a sheepish grin on his face, standing there.\n\nI throw my arms around him in a sudden hug that seems to surprise both of us, "Yes! Yes, I'm here to bring you home!"\n\nTom returns the hug after a moment, holding on to me tightly. When his body starts to tremble, I'm put off just a little bit, //Men aren't supposed to cry like that, but then, Tom always was the sensitive type,// but I let it slide. After all, its hard to condemn a man for doing something that you are on the verge of doing yourself.\n\nReleasing Tom from my grip, I step back to take him in. Mangy red hair sprouts in irregular tufts from his gray scaly scalp. His too wide mouth spreads into a gaping smile that reveals rows of razor sharp teeth. Even as I watch, his neck seems to pulsate, gills moving as he breathes His solid black eyes are huge, boring into me with an unsettling intensity.\n\n[img[images/Dream5.jpg]]\n\nI stumble back a step, pawing for my .38 Special only to realize my shoulder strap and holster is still hanging from the headboard of my bed. "What the-"\n\n"What the? You come all this way to find me, and that's the best you can do?" Tom's voice has taken on a harsh, shrill tone. Stalking towards me, his taloned feet scrape at the floor, his clawed hands flexing.\n\nScrambling backwards, I reach the bed. At the same time, this Tom //thing// keeps stalking forward. Raising a wicked looking hand, claws stained red with blood, he looks prepared to attach when the sudden boom of a shotgun does off [[just outside of the room.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>//It's too late now," The words echo softly in the deep fog that shrouds the world around me.\n\nThere's a giggle from somewhere nearby, followed by a sudden pale flash of movement out of the corner of my eye from the opposite direction.\n\nBehind me, the world seems to darken. An involuntary shiver goes through me, and I start to briskly walk towards the melodious sound of giggling.\n\nI stumble across the uneven ground, not even seeing the details as I follow the retreating sound.\n\nMeanwhile, the darkness behind me seems to loom closer.\n\n"Cha'la'na, thr uch na," //Her// voice whispers behind me. \n\n"I know!" I half turn, yelling back at her.\n\nI break into a run, though the faster I move, the more prevaling the darkness becomes as it seems to stretch around me as if prepared to swallow me.\n\nTripping, I slam hard into the cobblestone road beneath me. I look back in a panic, expecting //her// to catch me at any moment, but all I can see is the narrow alley behind me, several police officers standing at its end, looking anywhere but at me.\n\nGetting to my feet again, I look in the other direction. \n\nI blanch at the carnage before me, feeling bile rise up in the back of my throat.\n\nAmong all the red is a pale femenine shape laying in a pool of blood, not a drop marring its skin. \n\nBut my attention is instead drawn to what is behind it. A woman, dressed as I am, is looking straight back at me. Its the same female version of myself that I had seen the night before in my dreams.//\n\n[img[images/Dream4.jpg]]\n\nA dream! This is a dream! //I try to grasp that thought, to hold onto it even as it slips away from me.\n\nHer eyes are filled with sadness as she gazes at me. Droplets of blood drip from her fingertips where her hands hang at her sides, "You really don't know, do you?" There's a sense of surprise, bordering on reverence, in her voice as she steps closer, her foot touching the pool of blood she had been standing at the edge of, but not breaking the surface, "Nevertheless, you will come to understand soon enough."//\n\n[[Wake]]\n\n

Once inside, I take a seat across from <<if $RoseCrow is "Not Played">>the crying woman. \n\nShe dabs at her eyes with a rag that looks nearly as dirty as she is.\n\n"You're Rose?" I ask softly.\n\nShe nods.\n\n"I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>. I'm not looking to upset you further, but I wanted to ask you about your husband, Wilson?" \n\n"You're an officer of the law?" She asks, looking at me with a hint of hope in her eyes.\n\n"I was once," I admit, "I'm for someone that went missing, a young man named Tom who came to Wanton Cove a while back."\n\n"So you're like a private investigator? Like in the films I've heard about?" She asks, curisosity suddenly overwhelming her grief for a few seconds. Even before I can answer her excitement begins to fade.\n\n"Something like that, though in this case its just my old partner asking me to come poke around a bit," I fight back a faint smile.\n\n"With the unpleasantness on the shoreline," I begin, changing the subject, "I heard your husband's name come up, said he walked with a limp like the girl on the shore would have. Pretty messed up ankle."\n\nRose nods again, seeming on the verge of tears once more, "Yes, he walked with a limp. Old fishing accident crushed his ankle. Something broke on the deck of his boat, swung around and caught him against the deck."\n\nI'm quiet for a few seconds, thinking about what I should do. Finally I offer, "I can't promise I'll find anything, but if you're willing to tell me about the last time you saw Wilson, and about anything strange in the week or so leading up to his dissappearance, I'll keep my eyes pealed."\n\n"//Thank you,//" She gushes as if I just promised to have her husband home in time for supper. \n\nShe looks arounf frantically, as if trying to figure out what to say, then she begins speaking in a rush, "Last time I saw him, he was headed for the docks, said one of his friends was coming in and he was going to help unload the catch. I tried to look up Gunny, his friend, but apparently he left again as soon as the boat was unloaded. No one remembers seeing Wilson at the docks though."\n\nRose continues to lean closer to me as she speaks, every word coming out with a little more urgency than the last, "The last couple of weeks he started acting strange. He started slipping off in the evenings. Said he was going to the Daughter, but he hardly ever drank. He always stayed home with me. And he stopped, . . . " She trails off, glancing towards one of the doors leaving the living room.\n\n//Bet its the bedroom.// I think to myself.\n\nMuch softer, she continues, "He stopped loving me the way he always has before."\n\nHer eyes fill with unshed tears, and her bottom lip develops a faint tremor, "Did he leave me, run off with another woman?" The first tear starts to fall, trailing slowly down the side of her nose before beading on her upper lip.\n\n//Well shit, this just got //more// awkward.// "Was his friend, Gunny you said?" I quickly jot down a couple of notes in my notepad, "Is there any chance Wilson joined Gunny when Gunny left again?"\n\n"I don't think so," Rose replies, but I can sense that her conviction is lagging . //Its possible then.//\n\nWe talk for a few more minutes, but I learn nothing more of calue. Eventually, I stand up, "Like I mentioned, no promises, but //if// I learn anything, I'll be sure to let you know. \n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, thank you," She replies, hope in her tone.\n\n"No need for thanks. I'll check back in on you if I have any further questions, or if I have a few minutes to visit."\n\n"Thank you, that would be nice," She replies.\n\nStanding, she follows me to the door, closing it behind me. I can hear her locking it again in my wake.\n\n<<set $RoseCrow to "Played">><<set $Gunny to "Played">><<else>>Rose.\n\n"Have you learned anything?" Rose asks, the resignation in her voice implying she already suspects that the answer is no.\n\n"Not yet, but I wanted to check in with you to see how you are doing," I reply, "I'll keep looking into it, hopefully I can learn something.\n\nShe nods.\n\nThe two of us talk for a few minutes, dancing around the delicate subject of her husband, but not learning anything further that might help me learn his whereabouts.\n\nEventually, I decide its time to go. Standing up, I say my goodbyes.\n\nShe follows me to the door, closing and locking it behind me. Through the door, I can hear her start to cry.\n\nSighing heavily, I start back towards the muddy street.\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>><<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>//The sounds of writhing flesh and carnal moans fill my dreams. <<if $Taint gte 65>>Enticing me, drawing me from my bed. <<else>>Drawing me from my bed with a shiver. <<endif>> \nMy bare feet pad softly across the small room as I make my way to the door wearing only my underclothes. The air feels unnaturally stuffy, thick enough to cut with a knife. \n\nOpening the door, the sounds are suddenly louder. Turning towards the light coming from the stairwell leading down to the tavern below, I let my footsteps draw me forward until I reach the top of the stairs. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>I cautiously cast a glance down the stairs. My eyes widen in surprise at the scene I see laid out before me. Dozens of people, if you can call all of them that, are naked in the area below. Most of the participants are clearly human, though mixed in are a several people who are terribly mutated, webbed hands, tentacles where their mouths should be, or even those that I cannot immediately tell if they are male or female. <<if $Depravity lte 5>> \n\nOpenly gaping at the scene, I stumble back a step. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n\nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. Scrambling, I backpedal from the stairway towards my room. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind myself.\n\n//What is it with these dreams? //I tremble at the thought.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I return to my bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I stare at the wall, waiting for myself to wake. As I lay there, I can’t shake the memory of what I saw, my cock throbbing hard beneath the covers.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n<<else>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I can feel my cock harden in my pants. I absently reach down to adjust myself. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n \nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. I start to move away, then pause to consider my options.\n\n[[Return to my room.|Night6Return]]\nOr\n[[Watch the scene unfold.]]//\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>//I cautiously cast a glance down the stairs. My eyes widen in surprise at the scene I see laid out before me. Dozens of people, if you can call all of them that, are naked in the area below. Most of the participants are clearly human, though mixed in are a several people who are terribly mutated, webbed hands, tentacles where their mouths should be, or even those that I cannot immediately tell if they are male or female.// <<if $Depravity lte 5>> \n\n//Openly gaping at the scene, I stumble back a step. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n\nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. Scrambling, I backpedal from the stairway towards my room. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind myself.\n\n//What is it with these dreams? //I tremble at the thought.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I return to my bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I stare at the wall, waiting for myself to wake. As I lay there, I can’t shake the memory of what I saw, my undersized cock dribbling precum beneath the covers.\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\nMy eyes feel gritty, and burn slightly when I finally sit up on bed. I rub my eyes, though it does not seem to help at all.\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n<<else>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I can feel my diminished cock harden in my pants. I absently reach down to adjust myself. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\n//Is that what I’m becoming? //I wonder, my eyes lingering on the person’s little cock, seeing the way they stroke it with just their fingers instead of using their entire hand.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n \nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. I start to move away, then pause to consider my options.\n\n[[Return to my room.|Night6Return]]\nOr\n[[Watch the scene unfold.]]// <<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>>//I cautiously cast a glance down the stairs. My eyes widen in surprise at the scene I see laid out before me. Dozens of people, if you can call all of them that, are naked in the area below. Most of the participants are clearly human, though mixed in are a several people who are terribly mutated, webbed hands, tentacles where their mouths should be, or even those that I cannot immediately tell if they are male or female.// <<if $Depravity lte 5>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I stumble back a step. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n\nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. Scrambling, I backpedal from the stairway towards my room. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind myself.\n\n//What is it with