Mii Brawler: Unyielding Resolve
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You sit in your room, the controller clasped loosely in your hands while the screen lights up with the vibrant hues of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. The usual suspects are present: Mario, Link, Samus—characters you've commanded time and time again. But today, your eyes wander to the Mii Brawler character, something drawing you inexplicably toward him. You peer closer at the screen, feeling a peculiar tug in your chest.
Suddenly, your vision blurs, and a rush of dizzying sensations overtakes you. You drop the controller, gripping your head as your surroundings melt and reshape themselves. Your world morphs into a whirling maelstrom of pixelated graphics, each swirl and pixel locking you into a new reality.
A searing heat radiates through your body, twisting and changing you from the core. If you're female, you sense your chest flattening, the familiar curves vanishing into nothingness. You try to scream, but only a groan escapes your lips. Your form feels foreign, each aspect reconfiguring with an uncanny precision. And then you feel the last remnants of your femininity vanish, replaced by the unmistakable anatomy of a male. If you're male, the experience is different yet equally transformative—your body growing more muscular, hair darkening to an inky black, skin tingling as it tinges darker, more assertive, yet unyieldingly masculine.
Your fingers twitch involuntarily, growing calloused; your height shifts until you’re precisely 5.3 feet tall. An unfamiliar weight presses against your shins and forearms, and you glance downward to find yourself swathed in a red-and-black outfit with a sturdy brown belt prominently featuring the word "Mii" in the golden buckle. The outfit feels oddly comforting, like you'd worn it a thousand times before.
[[Gasp]]
Your voice is not your own. The sounds that emanate from you are reduced to primal grunts, groans, and yells—communication alien, yet somehow instinctual. Panic sets in, but you can't form words, leaving you to internally scream against the confines of your new existence.
"My name... What's my name?" You ponder, desperately grasping onto fading memories of your human self. The thoughts feel faint, like sand slipping through fingers. No, you are... no, "I am Mii Brawler," echoes in your mind, a relentless mantra as the new persona embeds itself deeper within you.
[[Growl]]
Beside you, other figures materialize—Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, brothers-in-arms who seem inexplicably familiar. Everything about them resonates with recognition, yet you can't grasp why. "Focus, don't lose yourself," you internally plead. Yet something gnaws at you, making the effort feel increasingly futile.
"Always training, aren't we, Brawler?" Mii Swordfighter remarks, twirling his blade effortlessly, his voice, if it could speak, would undoubtedly bear an echo of warrior camaraderie.
Mii Gunner gives a curt nod, his expression equally affirmative, though silent as yours. The weight of their acknowledgement anchors you further, leaning you into acceptance.
"Where am I?" you think, seeking clarity in the new colorful chaos around you. But almost immediately, another thought overpowers you: "This is Super Smash Bros Ultimate. My world. Our arena."
You try to reminisce about your former life—friends, family, moments—but each attempt is blurred and intangible, fading into a vague dream. For each memory of your human existence that burns away, a clearer picture of your life as Mii Brawler emerges, complete with grueling training sessions, victorious battles, and unwavering camaraderie.
Finally, you concede, the last of your resistance crumbling under the onslaught of Mii Brawler's memories. You don’t simply remember being human, it feels like you had been daydreaming about it. The human world becomes a distant, surreal thought, nothing more than the residue of an idle musing.
[[Roar]]
"Ready for the next fight, team?" You internally cue, not because the thought is alien, but because it defines who you are.
Standing tall alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, you feel only one thing—an unyielding resolve to fight on, as Mii Brawler, forever.
This story was generated by user WhyMeei with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (a video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence, her feminine curves disappearing to make her body more masculine, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts and is then pushed out of her crotch to turn into testicles and a penis; but this is optional and only necessary if the reader is a female, and the gender does not change if the reader is male before the transformation into Mii Brawler), body change (long black hair, a more stern masculine expression, voice change (making the reader (just like other Mii Fighters (Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, who also cannot speak/talk) unable to speak/talk but can still gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like the other Mii Fighters, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), slight muscle growth, and slight height change to 5.3 feet (160 centimeters) tall), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming a standard red-and-black-colored Mii Brawler outfit with extra padding on the forearms and shins, and a trademark brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with Mii Brawler's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting the new personality and memories off, making him forget all about his previous self and remember that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, thus he knew that he was always Mii Brawler). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You sit in your room, the controller clasped loosely in your hands while the screen lights up with the vibrant hues of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. The usual suspects are present: Mario, Link, Samus—characters you've commanded time and time again. But today, your eyes wander to the Mii Brawler character, something drawing you inexplicably toward him. You peer closer at the screen, feeling a peculiar tug in your chest. Suddenly, your vision blurs, and a rush of dizzying sensations overtakes you. You drop the controller, gripping your head as your surroundings melt and reshape themselves. Your world morphs into a whirling maelstrom of pixelated graphics, each swirl and pixel locking you into a new reality. A searing heat radiates through your body, twisting and changing you from the core. If you're female, you sense your chest flattening, the familiar curves vanishing into nothingness. You try to scream, but only a groan escapes your lips. Your form feels foreign, each aspect reconfiguring with an uncanny precision. And then you feel the last remnants of your femininity vanish, replaced by the unmistakable anatomy of a male. If you're male, the experience is different yet equally transformative—your body growing more muscular, hair darkening to an inky black, skin tingling as it tinges darker, more assertive, yet unyieldingly masculine. Your fingers twitch involuntarily, growing calloused; your height shifts until you’re precisely 5.3 feet tall. An unfamiliar weight presses against your shins and forearms, and you glance downward to find yourself swathed in a red-and-black outfit with a sturdy brown belt prominently featuring the word "Mii" in the golden buckle. The outfit feels oddly comforting, like you'd worn it a thousand times before. [[Gasp]] Your voice is not your own. The sounds that emanate from you are reduced to primal grunts, groans, and yells—communication alien, yet somehow instinctual. Panic sets in, but you can't form words, leaving you to internally scream against the confines of your new existence. "My name... What's my name?" You ponder, desperately grasping onto fading memories of your human self. The thoughts feel faint, like sand slipping through fingers. No, you are... no, "I am Mii Brawler," echoes in your mind, a relentless mantra as the new persona embeds itself deeper within you. [[Growl]] Beside you, other figures materialize—Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, brothers-in-arms who seem inexplicably familiar. Everything about them resonates with recognition, yet you can't grasp why. "Focus, don't lose yourself," you internally plead. Yet something gnaws at you, making the effort feel increasingly futile. "Always training, aren't we, Brawler?" Mii Swordfighter remarks, twirling his blade effortlessly, his voice, if it could speak, would undoubtedly bear an echo of warrior camaraderie. Mii Gunner gives a curt nod, his expression equally affirmative, though silent as yours. The weight of their acknowledgement anchors you further, leaning you into acceptance. "Where am I?" you think, seeking clarity in the new colorful chaos around you. But almost immediately, another thought overpowers you: "This is Super Smash Bros Ultimate. My world. Our arena." You try to reminisce about your former life—friends, family, moments—but each attempt is blurred and intangible, fading into a vague dream. For each memory of your human existence that burns away, a clearer picture of your life as Mii Brawler emerges, complete with grueling training sessions, victorious battles, and unwavering camaraderie. Finally, you concede, the last of your resistance crumbling under the onslaught of Mii Brawler's memories. You don’t simply remember being human, it feels like you had been daydreaming about it. The human world becomes a distant, surreal thought, nothing more than the residue of an idle musing. [[Roar]] "Ready for the next fight, team?" You internally cue, not because the thought is alien, but because it defines who you are. Standing tall alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, you feel only one thing—an unyielding resolve to fight on, as Mii Brawler, forever.
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