"Mushroom Kingdom Metamorphosis into Luigi"
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The sun is just setting on another ordinary day. You step out of your apartment, the wind biting but bearable, and feel the familiar plasticity of your smartphone in your hand. Scrolling through news on potential gaming releases, you notice a small green feather floating softly through the air, only to land gently on your sleeve. Almost instinctively, you pluck it up and turn it around in your fingers. Where could this have come from?
Suddenly, a peculiar tingling sensation courses through your body. Your head swims as though you’ve stood up too fast, and pressure builds around your temples. The feather dissipates into a thousand motes of light, each one seeping into your skin. Before you can process what’s happening, your body lurches violently, and memories—no, experiences—that aren’t yours begin to flood your mind.
You glance down, breath catching. Your familiar clothes are changing; a bright green shirt replaces your own, and dark blue overalls sprout over slender legs. Your feet now wear large, cartoonish brown plumber shoes, and hands—slightly pudgy—are encased in pristine white gloves.
With each change, an inexplicable warmth captures your soul. Taller and slightly bulkier, you realize you're more comfortable than usual. A green hat, bearing a beautifully embroidered “L,” materializes atop your head, tiles of reality around you warping and dancing. The cityscape of the real world wavers and blends into the lush, diverse landscapes of the Mushroom Kingdom— vivid, colorful, and brimming with life.
"Hey Luigi! Over this way, bro!" The voice is unmistakably familiar, filled with a cheeriness that is impossible to misremember.
It’s Mario, beaming from ear to ear. You realize with an abrupt jolt that a mustache has sprouted under your nose, mirroring your twin brother’s iconic look. An effort to remember who you are—who you were—becomes maddening.
Mario claps you on the back, the supposed familiarity of his touch hitting you with a dizzying wave of nostalgia. "Geez, Luigi. D’ya ever stop daydreamin’? C’mon, we gotta find Princess Peach!” His eyes sparkle with that ever-so-famous Mario sparkle.
Fighting back the mental invasion is futile. A battle rages in the recesses of your mind as memories of a mirrored life as Luigi combat those of your existence as a mere reader. You want to shout, to dispel this enchantment and return to your mundane yet comforting life. Yet, Luigi continues to overshadow—in his place, exuding nervous courage, loyalty, and effortless charm.
You attempt to speak but struggle to bring forth the words. "Ma-Mario, I...where are we going?" Even your voice betrays you, higher-pitched and nasally, perfectly fitting the character.
Mario laughs and shakes his head. "Still got cold feet, huh? Don’t you worry, we’ll save the Princess in no time! You’ve just gotta jump a few Piranha Plants, no biggie!"
Your own memories and inclinations are slipping through cracks in your psyche, and the barrier between who you were and who you are supposed to be now crumbles, brick by imaginary brick. The reader, the player, a mere residue compared to the larger-than-life identity of Luigi.
The allure of adventure, the bond with Mario, and the sense of duty clouds every desperate attempt to cling to your fading humanity. Soon enough, what you were becomes a daydream. The plucky green-capped plumber, nervously glancing about but ever ready to spring into action, is all that remains.
"Y-yeah, sure thing, Mario! Let’s-a go get Peach! Just, uh—watch out for those Koopas this time, eh?"
At that moment, any fight left ceases entirely. You are Luigi, always have been. The fleeting glimpses of another reality—thin—all but imagined; your twin brother gives you another joyful pat as you both dash into the burgeoning twilight of this pixel-perfect world, leaving the remnants of your past behind for good.
This story was generated by user JesterImp 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 the POV transformation of the male human reader turning into Luigi (from the Super Mario franchise), complete with clothes change, slight weight gain, age progression, height change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Mario), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Luigi's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting them, making the reader completely forget all about his past self, which he realizes never existed and was only a daydream, and remembers that he was and always had been Luigi). For Luigi's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a taller, younger brother of Mario, and usually wears a green shirt, dark blue overalls, a pair of cartoonish white gloves, brown plumber shoes, and a green hat with a green "L" insignia. Being the younger twin of Mario, Luigi is presumed to be 24 years old and has a height of 49 inches (4.1 feet or 124.5 centimeters) tall. Although Luigi is a plumber like Mario, other facets of his personality vary from game to game; Luigi always seems nervous and timid, but is good-natured and can keep his temper better than his brother. He is voiced by Charles Martinet. 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: The sun is just setting on another ordinary day. You step out of your apartment, the wind biting but bearable, and feel the familiar plasticity of your smartphone in your hand. Scrolling through news on potential gaming releases, you notice a small green feather floating softly through the air, only to land gently on your sleeve. Almost instinctively, you pluck it up and turn it around in your fingers. Where could this have come from? Suddenly, a peculiar tingling sensation courses through your body. Your head swims as though you’ve stood up too fast, and pressure builds around your temples. The feather dissipates into a thousand motes of light, each one seeping into your skin. Before you can process what’s happening, your body lurches violently, and memories—no, experiences—that aren’t yours begin to flood your mind. You glance down, breath catching. Your familiar clothes are changing; a bright green shirt replaces your own, and dark blue overalls sprout over slender legs. Your feet now wear large, cartoonish brown plumber shoes, and hands—slightly pudgy—are encased in pristine white gloves. With each change, an inexplicable warmth captures your soul. Taller and slightly bulkier, you realize you're more comfortable than usual. A green hat, bearing a beautifully embroidered “L,” materializes atop your head, tiles of reality around you warping and dancing. The cityscape of the real world wavers and blends into the lush, diverse landscapes of the Mushroom Kingdom— vivid, colorful, and brimming with life. "Hey Luigi! Over this way, bro!" The voice is unmistakably familiar, filled with a cheeriness that is impossible to misremember. It’s Mario, beaming from ear to ear. You realize with an abrupt jolt that a mustache has sprouted under your nose, mirroring your twin brother’s iconic look. An effort to remember who you are—who you were—becomes maddening. Mario claps you on the back, the supposed familiarity of his touch hitting you with a dizzying wave of nostalgia. "Geez, Luigi. D’ya ever stop daydreamin’? C’mon, we gotta find Princess Peach!” His eyes sparkle with that ever-so-famous Mario sparkle. Fighting back the mental invasion is futile. A battle rages in the recesses of your mind as memories of a mirrored life as Luigi combat those of your existence as a mere reader. You want to shout, to dispel this enchantment and return to your mundane yet comforting life. Yet, Luigi continues to overshadow—in his place, exuding nervous courage, loyalty, and effortless charm. You attempt to speak but struggle to bring forth the words. "Ma-Mario, I...where are we going?" Even your voice betrays you, higher-pitched and nasally, perfectly fitting the character. Mario laughs and shakes his head. "Still got cold feet, huh? Don’t you worry, we’ll save the Princess in no time! You’ve just gotta jump a few Piranha Plants, no biggie!" Your own memories and inclinations are slipping through cracks in your psyche, and the barrier between who you were and who you are supposed to be now crumbles, brick by imaginary brick. The reader, the player, a mere residue compared to the larger-than-life identity of Luigi. The allure of adventure, the bond with Mario, and the sense of duty clouds every desperate attempt to cling to your fading humanity. Soon enough, what you were becomes a daydream. The plucky green-capped plumber, nervously glancing about but ever ready to spring into action, is all that remains. "Y-yeah, sure thing, Mario! Let’s-a go get Peach! Just, uh—watch out for those Koopas this time, eh?" At that moment, any fight left ceases entirely. You are Luigi, always have been. The fleeting glimpses of another reality—thin—all but imagined; your twin brother gives you another joyful pat as you both dash into the burgeoning twilight of this pixel-perfect world, leaving the remnants of your past behind for good.
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