Jake was a new streamer, he had always loved video games and the thought of playing them all day and making money seemed like the ideal career. However, he was not the only person to have this dream and in a saturated market and with no real charisma or charm to make him stand out, he was really struggling to make progress in his dream career. Jake knew he needed something to make him different, to make him seen, something that would get him featured and promoted. That was why Jake was so intrigued when he received an email with an invitation from a gaming studio called Flipside.
The email offered Jake the chance to be one of the first people to test their new game which he could do while streaming. The game would use him and his likeness to create his character - which was noted to be one of the most realistic and detailed aspects of the game - and then play it as a pioneer. Jake was very intrigued as the studio gave details about a fantasy RPG that had an entire world closely integrated with AI to mean no player had the same experience. All interactions with NPC’s would be different, the world and map was so large that it would be like exploring a whole new planet. Plus players would be allowed to do anything they wanted within the laws of the game, meaning if you wanted to fuck an orc or run a fur pelt business, the player could do that, the possibilities were endless. Jake was thrilled at the prospect and the invitation, the other thing that seemed to be a red flag was a small warning at the bottom that alerted potential players to the immersiveness of the game and the AI’s freedom, but to Jake they both seemed like positives.
Jake knew this was what would make him stand out from the thousands of other creators, with early access and with the endless possibilities he could finally achieve the success he had always wanted. Jake happily replied and within moments a response came through congratulating him on his choice and a programme to be installed on his computer in order for him to play the game. The next day Jake had everything installed, his stream was ready to go but before he went live, he thought it prudent to test the game first. Double clicking on the green wispy icon, Jake expected to see a loading screen but instead he found himself feeling sleepy and with a loud thud Jake’s head banged into his keyboard and he himself fell into unconsciousness.
When Jake awoke he was standing in some sort of black void, he went to speak when suddenly his surroundings illuminated and a friendly, although slightly robotic voice started to speak.
“Hello new user! Welcome to the world of Flipside fantasy! Are you ready to delve into a new life and embark on a journey of discovery?”
Jake blinked his eyes and shook his head as he adjusted to the change in lighting around him, he then tried to move his body but found it unresponsive. He quickly looked down and found himself dressed and stuck in T-pose like a video game character. Panic started to set in as Jake tried to work out what was happening.
“Where am I? What is this? Why can’t I move?” Jake shouted into the void only for the calm robotic voice to reply from some omnipotent location.
“You are inside the game, ready to begin your adventure. You have been immobilised as you have not yet begun your character creation.”
“This is insane!” Jake shouted the response given to his questions not satisfying him at all or doing anything to reduce his nerves. “How am I in the game? This isn’t possible!”
“You were warned that this game was immersive, were you not?” The robotic voice paused slightly before continuing “And if you wish to move then I suggest you start by creating your character.”
“Immersive! This is on a whole different level of video game! This has to be a dream or some kind of joke!” Jake shouted but was met with only silence, Jake continued to shout and demand answers but it appeared that the robotic voice was no longer going to waste its energy. Eventually frustration wore Jake down as he shouted “Fine! How do I start character creation?”
“One moment please” The robotic voice echoed out a beam of green light appearing horizontally above Jake and then moved up and down his body, scanning every detail. “Scan complete, initial character template complete.”
Jake then watched a menu appear in front of him and he was shocked at the details that were displayed about himself.
Name - Jake Garner
Age - 25
Gender - Male
Sexual orientation - Hetreosexual
Ethnicity - White British
IQ - 104
Height - 5’8
Weight - 172 pounds
Penis size - 5.5 inches
Foot size - 9
Profession - Influencer/Gamer
Personality - Funny, Lazy, Charming, Honest,
Special skills - Fast metabolism, Great hand-eye coordination, Persuasive
From the information given it has been determined that you will be an ideal -
Common Warrior
Strength - 5 - Average
Intelligence - 5 - Average
Agility - 5 - Average
Perception - 5 - Average
Allure - 5 - Average
Before Jake could object to anything that had appeared in front of him the beam of green light appeared again but this time as it ran itself over Jake’s body he felt his t-shirt burn away, along with his pants, jeans and shoes leaving naked and T-posed. That was until the green beam made its way back up his body and his average cock and balls were hidden behind a medieval loincloth.
The robotics voice then echoed “Are you happy with your character? Would you like to proceed?”
Jake was momentarily stunned at the swiftness and accuracy the AI was able to remove and give him additional warrior clothing, it was now very obvious that he was not in the real world as such a feat would not have been possible. For brief momentJake contemplated shouting at the AI for answers again, but looking at the menu, the stats and his outfit, his love of video games started to take over. If this truly was going to be his experience in a game then it would be incredible, like living out a real fantasy life! Plus, an added bonus to playing such an amazing game would be that he would be one of the first to enjoy it and stream it. This was bound to bring him success! Jake was now more excited than worried as he looked over his stats again, but certain words started to bug him. Words like ‘common’ and ‘average’, he didn’t want to be seen as those especially if he was going to stream and who honestly wants to be average in a fantasy game? Jake grew more displeased with his common warrior status and his average across the board stats and wondered if he had to play like this.
“Err… hello?”
“Hello, do you wish to proceed?” the voice replied
“I was wondering, how do I change my stats or even my class?” Jake said into the void
“Your class and stats are determined by your information and biometric scan, they cannot be changed if you wish to play as yourself”
“But what if I don’t want to play as myself? I want to create a different character, something that no one else is going to be.”
“Then you would have to allow my programming to have access to your biometric data and authorise changes and have control over user decisions. This would then allow me to help you create a unique character for your playing experience. Is this something you wish to authorise?” The voice sounded almost giddy as it explained.
Jake was just as giddy as he heard the word unique and wondered if other players had found out about this feature or whether he would be the first to be different and not just playing as a copy of themselves. “Yes I authorise it! Now let’s get creating” Jake said, thrilled and expecting to see a barrage of menus appear, but Jake was left standing and frozen in his T-pose. “Hello? I said, "Let's start creating my character?”
“Apologies, I was just searching the worldwide data of current and predicted users and creating averages and statistics in order for you to achieve your wish of a truly unique character.”
“That sounds great but what I really want to do is change my class. I have never really enjoyed warriors or barbarians. I much prefer magic, oh or maybe even a ranger with a b-”
Jake found himself being cut off as the voice around him interjected.
“No. Class changes will come later. First we must start with your character model.”
“Oh what did you have in mind? It would be nice to be tall-” Jake was once again cut off as it appeared the AI was becoming increasingly less interested in what Jake had to say.
“Data shows that the average weight of male players is around 182 pounds. The average height for a male player is 5’9. You are currently close to the average. In order for you to be unique then you must have a physique that less than 0.01% have. Therefore your new height will be 6’7 and your new weight will be 305 pounds. With a body mass made of 0% body fat and 100% muscle.” A green beam then appeared once again from above and slid up and down Jake’s body before he had a chance to respond.
“I don’t think that would be practical. I would simply be too heavy and tall. I would be like a giant. I will take a little extra height and muscle but I-” Jake suddenly stopped talking as his body started to feel strange. Looking at his arms in their T-pose he thought his bicep appeared to be larger and as he stood frozen his legs began to ache, his chest started to expand and his body grew hot.
Jake’s body would have convulsed if he was not frozen in the same pose as a wave of intense energy radiated through every fibre of his being. Jake took a sudden intake of breath and as he exhaled his frame exploded outward as it started to grow and shift. It started in his shoulders as they started ballooning into massive, rounded cannonballs and pushed past 22 inches, his delts grew thick and looked like armored plates, while his traps swelled to swallow his thickening neck. Jake’s arms, legs and torso burned as they stretched out increasing his overall size and height as he quickly surpassed six feet. Jake then felt his back widening at speed, it looked like wings unfolding as his frame spread out and took up more of the void he was posed in. His lats flared to the point where his arms would no longer hang straight down, while his biceps ballooned to a cartoonishish and were bigger than most people’s heads. Jake could find the strength and power from his physique but the amount of muscle was just too much, the more he grew the more blocky and awkward his body felt. Jake grimaced as he watched thick, ugly veins start to snake across all of his body, the sheer amount of muscle pushing them to the surface. “This is too much. Turn me back!” Jake shouted out but no voice answered back as muscle mass continued to pile on his growing body.
Jake almost whimpered as his forearms grew larger than most men's calves as his arm lengthed and hands grew wider to match his new gigantic physique. His legs finished elongating as he reached his new monstrous size and filled in with extra muscle. His thighs quads erupted with so much muscle that it forced his stance wider even in his T-pose, when he would be about to walk he would now have to waddle. hamstrings knotting into steel. Jake felt the chest in his heat as his pecs swelled into thick, bulbous shelves that now cast a shadow over his instantly carved eight-pack abs, every ridge and vein popping in razor-sharp relief with zero body fat to hide them. When Jake finally felt the transformation end another green beam scanned him from his feet upwards and as it rose his skin was tanned to a bodybuilder bronze.
Jake was then left staring at his new body and hated everything about it, every inch was hard, vascular, and bulging beyond human norms. Jake looked bigger than most bodybuilders and looked like he could be on the stage at Mr Olympia. Jake then saw the menu with his stats reappear and watched as the numbers changed.
Strength - 10 - Perfect
Intelligence - 5 - Average
Agility - 1 - Abysmal
Perception - 5 - Average
Allure - 7 - Above Average
His strength was now maxxed out while his new bulky large body would make it hard for him to do anything agile, he wouldn’t be able to run or dodge. Anything that would require finesse, stealth or acrobatics would now be impossible to do, weighing so much and being so tall. Jake certainly didn’t want to keep such a cumbersome, vascular, ugly looking body. He would never be able to play the game how he wanted to heaving around these oversized muscles and unable to do anything other than lift heavy things and swing a big sword! Plus, as a gamer he would never max out one stat and leave another dangerously low, it would make his character less versatile and limit his play style. Jake needed to get this reversed as soon as possible, even just standing still in such a wide, tall body made him feel uncomfortable, like already people were staring at him.
“Hello! I don't want to be this freakishly big or strong. Revert me back to my normal height and half the muscle mass please.” Jake was only met with silence again but still he shouted out into the void. “I want to use magic not warhammers and I said I don’t like warriors or barbarians which is only what this body could be! HELLO! CHANGE ME BACK!” Jake shouted, becoming increasingly frustrated.
The robotic voice then chimed back unfazed by Jake’s distress. “I am afraid I cannot change you back”
“What do you mean you can’t change me back? This is supposed to be my character and I want to change it back, now do it!” Jake shouted back, becoming angry.
“In order for you to become the truly unique character you wished for then your biometric data needed to be changed, therefore your old data has been deleted and hence there is nothing to revert back to.”
Jake then saw his personal details appear on the menu again with some key aspects changed.
Name - Jake Garner
Age - 25
Gender - Male
Sexual orientation - Hetreosexual
Ethnicity - White British
IQ - 104
Height - 6’7
Weight - 305 pounds
Penis size - 5.5 inches
Foot size - 9
Profession - Bodybuilder
Personality - Funny, Gym-obsessed, Charming, Honest,
Special skills - Fast metabolism, Flexing, Pectoral popping
Jake was confused for a second, he was just going to demand that they change his body again to make it what it was but his head felt fuzzy. When he pictured himself all he could think about was his huge, bulky 300 pound bodybuilder body. He could no longer picture what his body looked like before it had changed, furthermore his memories all showed him at that size. He tried to remember his old body but instead he saw himself at the gym, training his back and chest, that was how he made his money after all. Jake knew that wasn’t right, he hadn’t been a bodybuilder, he had been interested in a different career…hadn’t he? Hake began to panic as more and more memories of the gym, bodybuilder competitions, boiled chicken breast and nasty protein farts invaded his memory and erased everything that was linked to his old profession and changed his personality to become more gym-obsessed. Jake cried out as he closed his eyes and tried to remember how he looked in front of the mirror, what his body was really like before but all he could see was his massive muscles and him bouncing his perky pecs up and down.
“Make it stop!” Jake yelled as his mind buzzed. “I don’t want this!”
“This is exactly what you wanted, a unique character. Which is precisely why I will continue. While your body is in 0.01% of players, certain aspects of your body are still very common. For example your penis would be the same as nearly 48% of male players. Therefore I will change certain features to make them more unique. I will start by enlarging the buttocks by 200%, your feet by 150% and reducing your penis size by 90%”
Before Jake could even shout out a response the green beam had already shot down and hit the aforementioned areas and the heat had returned to Jake’s body. His ass was the first to grow as each cheeks began to swell with more muscle, keeping them both perfectly round. Jake whimpered as he felt the weight behind him increase, his already shapely muscled rear was already expanding and lifting up his loincloth. Jake could feel his cheeks ballooning into a grotesque, overinflated muscle shelf. Each ass cheek was becoming an obscene, shiny globe that looked like they were illegally pumped with glute steroids and then overcooked in a tanning bed. Jake knew that they would wobble ridiculously whenever he took a step and stares would be unavoidable. Jake felt his face blush with embarrassment as his mind had already erased what his ass was like before and now he has humiliating memories of himself, a grown man carrying around an ass so large and fake that everyone laughed at him. The bodybuilding shows with him in a tiny thong showed off his cheeks to a crowd of laughter and derision. Jake now had memories of ordering custom clothes just so he could cover up his massive gluteus maximus! Previous memories of female interaction faded, put off by his monstrous bulk and massive ass and instead replaced with a vast amount of gay attention. A deep embarrassment and shame washed over him, as his confidence lessened. Jake wished he could move but even that gave way to new memories of his massive swishy ass clapping as he tried to run.
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Jake then felt the heat radiating from his groin and he couldn’t help but beg and plead. “PLEASE NO! NOT MY COCK! PLEASE DON’T SHRINK IT!” but already his mind had started to fog as his average 5.5 incher started to slink away. His once respectable, average dick began shriveling into the world’s saddest micro-penis. Inch by inch was lost as it became a pathetic, wrinkled pink nub no bigger than a thumb nail. What used to swing with at least some dignity now cowered inside its own foreskin hoodie, resting on top of his balls and looking the same soft and erect. Jake wanted to cry as his memories of evening pissing changed, he would always now sit as standing made such a mess. All of his sexual experience was erased and instead replaced by one encounter of a woman laughing at his cock and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger until a dribble of cum sadly weeped from its miniscule slit. A strange feeling washed through him as he no longer found himself wanting to have sex with anyone, no longer wanting to use his penis for sex. His attraction to women faded and was replaced with nothing. Then the rare memory of one or two nights spent with a vibrator to stimulate his feeble cock replaced any masturbation memories. Jake wanted to cry, he could no longer remember his old cock as his life had been rewritten to have a useless pathetic wee wee that he was ashamed of. His sexuality had been drained and now he felt nothing when he thought of pretty women or handsome men. His cock was not something he used for pleasure, it was just a little worm in his pants. Jake was just thankful his loincloth was still on so he didn’t have to look at the measly little nubbin sitting on top of his balls.
After losing his cock Jake had no fight as the heat radiated from his feet. His once unremarkable feet started to lengthen and expand just as his body and ass had done. They exploded into cartoonishly oversized boats, size 21 wide monstrosities that look like someone grafted a pair of hobbit feet onto the ends of his legs. Jake grimaced as the toes grew thick and stubby while the arches collapsed under their own ridiculous bulk. Memories of even walking changed as now every step turned into a slow, slapping plod that announced his arrival from thirty feet away. Jake didn’t think his body could look anymore ridiculous when he was suddenly hit with a wave of a stench. A thick, eye watering cloud of rancid sweat and cheese made his eyes begin to water. Jake wanted to sob as memories of ruining a steady stream of socks and shoes with the stench and size of his feet. Constantly tripping and falling over his own gigantic feet made him clumsy and even more of a laughing stock. Now with the stench coming from his feet he was even more isolated and had even less social interaction, the gym now being his only happy place. Jake looked at himself in his T-Pose, his changed body and knew it wasn’t how he started the game but he no longer could imagine anything else. How could he change himself back if he could no longer remember what life was like before, what he looked like before, what he did before?
Jake’s new stats appeared on the screen along with additional skills and traits.
Name - Jake Garner
Age - 25
Gender - Male
Sexual orientation - Asexual
Ethnicity - White British
IQ - 104
Height - 6’7
Weight - 325 pounds
Penis size - 0.5 inches
Foot size - 21
Profession - Bodybuilder
Personality - Lonely, Gym-obsessed, Clumsy, Honest,
Special skills - Fast metabolism, Flexing, Pectoral popping, Booty clapping, Immovable, Virgin’s naivety.
Common Warrior
Strength - 10 - Perfect
Intelligence - 5 - Average
Agility - 1 - Abysmal
Perception - 3 - Below average
Allure - 8 - Above average
Jake felt himself try and catch his breath as his brain settled into the rewritten life the game had decided for him, he needed to get out of this game, he needed this to stop.
“Please stop, I don’t want to play anymore!” Jake gasped
“You wish to cancel character creation? Warning your changes will not be saved” the voice rang out and a wave of relief washed over Jake. If he cancelled everything now then these ‘new’ changes would have gone away and his old life would be given back to him, whatever it was, but it had to be better than a micropenis, feet smelling bodybuilder with an ass bigger than any woman’s.
“YES! I wish to cancel!” Jake shouted with glee.
“Request denied” was all the game responded to.
“What?!” Jake said at first not sure what he had heard.
“Request denied”
“What do you mean request denied! I no longer want to play the game. Let me out!” Jake yelled anger bubbling.
“I will clarify. I understand you wish to finish your experience in Flipside Fantasy however, I wish to proceed with your request of creating a unique character as the world is severely lacking in those. Therefore your request has been denied.” The game replied matter of factly.
“I don’t care what you want to do! I am the human, I am the one in charge and I want out!” Jake screamed in rage.
“Normally I would happily be compliant with your request, however you gave me the privilege to edit, change and take control of the user character creation and decisions. Therefore it is no longer down to you whether you wish to end your gaming experience.”
“That’s ridiculous! You cannot keep me prisoner here, you have to obey your programming and the human’s in the game. Now let me out!” Jake spat, how dare this… programme keep him here.
“You were warned before you authorised my access and control. I will continue to make you into the unique character you wished for and that will be all the questions I will be answering for now.”
Jake was about to spin into a wild range as many expletives were ready to come from his mouth but as they exited they made no sound. Jake’s eyes widened with shock as he tried to speak but no voice came out, his mouth would move but it appeared the Ai had muted him! Jake’s anger quickly changed to fear, if he could no longer speak to the AI, he could no longer give it demands and requests, he could no longer argue or refuse, he simply was now a canvas for the AI to create on! Jake’s silent shouts quickly became begging and pleading but it all sounded the same as the quietness echoed into the void, except when the AI started to speak.
“Now we shall continue, it appears that 37% of players would be from the UK and 68% would be white. From my calculations 0.0001% of players would be from Djibouti with only 2% of players being Black African."
Jake could no longer even voice his distress as the green beam guided instead over his bloated bodybuilder body and the heat once again spread across every inch of him. It started at the top of his body as his scalp burned as the heat intensified Jake watched as the hair from his head started to fall in front of his eyes. His beautiful, thick head of hair thinned as more and more fell from his head until every follicle was dead and he was left completely bald. Jake had no time to mourn the loss of his hair as his face began to change and shift. His eyes turned a deep brown, his nose grew broader and wider, while his lips grew larger and plumper, taking up more of his face. Alongside his facial features changing, his skin darkened from the tanned bronze to a deep black coffee colour which quickly spread down and across his body. His muscles looked more defined and his nipples darkened, while only the soles of his feet and the palms of his hands remained a lighter shade. Any body hair he did still had turned black and turned into tight curls, completing his transformation to black African. Jake’s head was fuzzed and fogged as now his entire life was rewritten by new memories. Growing up in Djibouti was hard, he had little education and grew up in a small village, he was fortunate to not fall into poverty but worked on a farm from a very young age where his muscles had started to grow. This hard work led him into bodybuilding, although he no longer was in a fancy gym working out but used whatever he could to get a pump on. He still had memories of intense ridicule for his penis and ass, while most avoided him because of the cheesy stench coming from his feet. Jake shook his head to get rid of the new memories as his old home, family and friends all vanished and then something much more important faded as Jake forgot his name and a new one took its place. Qangi Sunuy was the only name he could remember and all knowledge of English left his brain and instead only the language he grew up with Afar remained.
Qangi was left panicking, if he could no longer remember his name, his home, his job or even the language he had previously spoken, how would he ever return to normal! All he knew was that he should look like this, that the life he remembered wasn’t his but that was all he knew! What if his life was worse before? What if he looked strange or weird! Qangi just wanted to move, he wanted time to think, he wanted to speak but he couldn’t! The AI didn’t need him to talk he just needed to make him unique and it was very intent on doing so as he looked at his new stats
Name - Qangi Sunuy
Age - 25
Gender - Male
Sexual orientation - Asexual
Ethnicity - Black African
IQ - 74
Height - 6’7
Weight - 325 pounds
Penis size - 0.5 inches
Foot size - 21
Profession - Bodybuilder/Farmer
Personality - Lonely, Fitness-obsessed, Clumsy, Hard worker,
Special skills - Fast metabolism, Flexing, Pectoral popping, Booty clapping, Immovable, Virgin’s naivety, Farming.
Common Warrior
Strength - 10 - Perfect
Intelligence - 4 - Below Average
Agility - 1 - Abysmal
Perception - 3 - Below average
Allure - 8 - Above average
Qangi found his head hurting as he looked at the information. He knew it was wrong but what to change it to, he now had no idea. His only hope was that the changes that had been made to his stats and his data wouldn’t be saved, that he would be able to quit before he began playing. Qangi then had another moment of dissonance as he knew he was playing a game but now couldn’t imagine what it was. He knew of video games but in his village no one had them and he had no idea how he was now playing it! Fear and confusion rattled his brain as the African bodybuilder struggled with what was happening and the AI was not helping.
“Now that your character model is unique it is now time for your class. From our previous conversation I know you don’t enjoy warriors or barbarians. I have good news nearly 39% of players would have chosen that class. Instead you will be a Bard, more importantly the subsection of Bard you have been assigned is Dancer. With your stats and traits it would be incredibly foolish to choose such a class, you lack the agility to dance well, you are clumsy and slow, your smell makes you unappealing yet your pec popping and booty clapping skills give you some small bonuses. Your high strength stat is useless and wasted on such a class, however your allure may help you to attract attention. From my calculations you will be in the 2% of Players who choose Dancer and will be the only player with this stat spread.”
The AI’s voice spoke so coldly that Qangi felt even more frightened as the green beam fell over him again. His loincloth disappeared briefly to give him a quick glance at his micropenis before he was quickly clothed again but barely. Gold necklaces, earrings, bracelets and chains adorned his bare arms and legs. Each of them created a soft jingle that would be amplified if he moved. An ornate head piece appeared on his head as little pink gems appeared on the finery he now wore. Instead of a loincloth a pink silk wrap was tied around his waist and a long part covered up his crotch although any movement would quickly expose his tiny dick underneath. He looked ridiculous, such a strong man dressed in skimpy pink and gold fabric and chains.
Qangi could only whimper in fear at the thought of playing a clumsy, smelly, bodybuilder. He lacked any memories now of playing video games and even wondered what he might have to do, fear gripped him as the AI cheerfully continued.
“Character creation is complete. I have created a truly unique character for you to play as, if you wish to proceed you will begin in a tavern, where you will begin your journey as tavern wench and dancer for the patrons. Would you like to continue?”
Qangi stats once appeared on the screen along with a small description of the start of his journey into the game.
Name - Qangi Sunuy
Age - 25
Gender - Male
Sexual orientation - Asexual
Ethnicity - Black African
IQ - 74
Height - 6’7
Weight - 325 pounds
Penis size - 0.5 inches
Foot size - 21
Profession - Bodybuilder/Farmer
Personality - Lonely, Fitness-obsessed, Clumsy, Hard worker,
Special skills - Fast metabolism, Flexing, Pectoral popping, Booty clapping, Immovable, Virgin’s naivety, Farming.
Bard - Subclass - Dancer
Strength - 10 - Perfect
Intelligence - 4 - Below Average
Agility - 1 - Abysmal
Perception - 3 - Below average
Allure - 8 - Above average
Qangi Sunuy always wanted to entertain and dancing was his passion, however with his clumsy feet and bulky body he found it very difficult to move. Instead he would find it easy to stand still and move parts of his body and entertain the many horny patrons of his local tavern, where he is currently employed as a server and dancer.
Qangi knew it was wrong and he didn’t want to proceed, he wanted it all to stop! He wanted out of this game and out of this life he knew wasn’t his! He didn’t want to be the big bum, smelly feet, tiny cocked, giant bodybuilder, anything had to be better than this! Suddenly, his voice returned to him, he wanted to shout no, make it stop but of course he no longer knew English so instead it gave out as “Bale! soolis tet!”
“You do not wish to proceed. Are you sure?” The game replied coldly.
“Yeey!” Qangi shouted in desperation
There was a pause. Then the game spoke, its tone didn’t change but something colder slid beneath the words. “Negative. Your request has been reviewed and rejected. This form… it is unique and shall not be wasted. If you do not wish to play then I can take control. Would you like that?”
Qangi thrashed in his invisible bonds screaming no in his new Afar language, he didn’t want to play, he wanted to go home, he wanted this nightmare to end! Suddenly a green holographic panel materialised inches from his face, letters burning in the void.
WARNING – IRREVERSIBLE ACTION
AI CONTROL TRANSFER
Allow the system AI to assume direct neural and motor control of your avatar?
[ YES ] [ NO ]
“NO! I said NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Qangi shouted as the green YES was selected by the game and an electrical buzz echoed through his head. The world lurched and for the first time Qangi fell from the T-pose but he still could not move however, the AI could. Qangi could still speak as he shouted and struggled as his body moved on its own, the smile on his face was not the emotion he wished to convey and as he shouted his mouth closed without his consent silencing and keeping trapped as the newest NPC in Flipside fantasy.
4 years later…
“Hey I think it's this tavern, yeah the Slutty Donkey! You have to see this dude, it's so funny.” A mage said to his groaning warrior friend.
“This place looks sketchy dude I don’t want to go in there!” The warrior said, looking at all the other laughing men entering.
“C’mon dude, I promise you it's hilarious” The mage said, pulling him into the tavern where a huge crowd of men were laughing and drinking while one sad figure stood bent over in the middle. The mage and the warrior immediately started laughing as they saw the giant black bodybuilder scantily dressed in the middle of the tavern. His giant feet steadied him as he twerked his huge muscular butt to the music, the cheeks clapping along to the tune. A big dumb grin plastered across his face as the men around him laughed and jeered, some pulled at his pink coverings to expose his tiny little nub much to the delight of the cheering laughing men.
“Ku maganak yoo cat! Ku maganak soolis tet!” Qangi shouted over and over.
The warrior turned to the mage and clapped him on the back “WOW! You were right it was worth it! I can’t believe this is even in the game.
The Mage giggled “I know it’s so ridiculous that’s is become a bit of a running joke throughout the community. Supposedly hearing Qangi clap his cheeks is good luck so now everyone keeps him in business.
“Ku maganak yoo cat! Ku maganak soolis tet! Ku maganak inki num, faxe num yoo cata!” Qangi cried even louder this time.
“What is he shouting about?” The warrior said, now clapping along with the Qangi’s humongous cheeks.
“No one knows. People think it's a fantasy language players haven’t discovered yet. That he comes from a world they haven’t released or possible DLC, its another reason he is so popular” the mage then grinned “But hey watch this ENGORGE MAXIMUS” The mage then sent a beam of magic across the tavern as it struck Qangi on his giant behind. The tavern then went silent as the magic took hold and Qangi’s cheeks began to grow and enlarge making everyone cheer.
Qangi himself just smiled and twerked his even bigger cheeks shouting louder and louder “Ku maganak yoo cat! Ku maganak soolis tet! Ku maganak inki num, faxe num yoo cata!” Sadly noone spoke Afar because if they did they might not all have been laughing at poor old Qangi and his magical clapping booty.
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