Shattered Identity: Transformation into Mii Brawler
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The air crackled with electricity as the television screen displayed a vibrant showdown of characters within the digital realm of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. An inexplicable invitation to play materialized out of thin air, glowing softly on your desk as if beckoning you to grasp it. With a mixture of awe and curiosity, you reach out, touching the card.
Instantly, a disorienting sensation courses through your body, as if you were being pulled through an unseen vortex. The comforting familiarity of your room dissolves into a blur of colors and flashing images. Panic surges, and you try to scream, but the voice remains trapped within you, blocked by an unseen force.
A jolt of pain seizes you, captivating and transforming. If female, your chest tightens and flattens, the curves of your body molding into a more rugged, square shape. A discomfort begins between your legs as the feminine organs invert, reshaping into distinctive male anatomy. No voice escapes your lips, only silent agony mirrored on your face. If male, the change is subtle, more focused on your countenance sharpening and your muscles tensing, growing more defined.
Reality shifts further as your hair darkens into a jet-black mane, cut to a standardized style, your groans echo in the emergent void. You can feel the searing pain of your voice snatched away, leaving only the primal ability to grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream. The sensation cascades down your limbs, muscles growing just slightly. Your height settles at precisely 160 centimeters, calibrating to a shorter but stockier build.
Clothes reform around your body—the comfortable attire you wore a mere dream now. Fabric morphs into a red-and-black combat costume, padded on the forearms and shins for that iconic Mii Brawler resilience. The belt cinches firmly around your waist, the golden buckle gleaming under invisible lights, proudly displaying the word "Mii."
Your perspective changes, spiraling with dizzying speed. The warm tones of your home evaporate, replaced by the bustling, interactive stages of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Each arena brims with boundless energy and roaring fans. Recognizable characters clash nearby; their sheer presence tilts your perception of reality.
You grit your teeth, trying to cling to your vanishing memories—your name, your life, the people you love. Yet, the personality and memories of Mii Brawler imbibe your very essence. A sense of duty, camaraderie, and combat surges; memories not your own flood relentlessly, saturating your mind.
You try to remember, resist, scream internally, but it's as futile as grasping at smoke. With each moment, the previous you recedes deeper into an abyss, swallowed by the essence of Mii Brawler.
"Mii Brawler!" The call resonates; there's no recognition of the past, only the present.
You're surrounded by Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner—their silent expressions of readiness mirroring yours. You're sure you've been with them since you can remember. The human experiences and warmth you clung to seem like mere daydreams, fleeting and intangible.
"Mii Brawler, focus," Mii Swordfighter gestures silently, drawing your attention to the upcoming battle.
Mii Gunner nods in affirmation, their eyes conveying understanding. "We've got a fight to win," their non-verbal communication urges.
The familiarity of their presence grounds you. They’re your comrades, your allies in countless battles. The notion of a mundane human life fades, a hazy, inconsequential dream. The rush of the battlefield, the strategy, the adrenaline is your reality—your only truth.
Accepting it, you step forward with determination.
You have always been a Mii Fighter—nothing else matters.
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 the 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: The air crackled with electricity as the television screen displayed a vibrant showdown of characters within the digital realm of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. An inexplicable invitation to play materialized out of thin air, glowing softly on your desk as if beckoning you to grasp it. With a mixture of awe and curiosity, you reach out, touching the card. Instantly, a disorienting sensation courses through your body, as if you were being pulled through an unseen vortex. The comforting familiarity of your room dissolves into a blur of colors and flashing images. Panic surges, and you try to scream, but the voice remains trapped within you, blocked by an unseen force. A jolt of pain seizes you, captivating and transforming. If female, your chest tightens and flattens, the curves of your body molding into a more rugged, square shape. A discomfort begins between your legs as the feminine organs invert, reshaping into distinctive male anatomy. No voice escapes your lips, only silent agony mirrored on your face. If male, the change is subtle, more focused on your countenance sharpening and your muscles tensing, growing more defined. Reality shifts further as your hair darkens into a jet-black mane, cut to a standardized style, your groans echo in the emergent void. You can feel the searing pain of your voice snatched away, leaving only the primal ability to grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream. The sensation cascades down your limbs, muscles growing just slightly. Your height settles at precisely 160 centimeters, calibrating to a shorter but stockier build. Clothes reform around your body—the comfortable attire you wore a mere dream now. Fabric morphs into a red-and-black combat costume, padded on the forearms and shins for that iconic Mii Brawler resilience. The belt cinches firmly around your waist, the golden buckle gleaming under invisible lights, proudly displaying the word "Mii." Your perspective changes, spiraling with dizzying speed. The warm tones of your home evaporate, replaced by the bustling, interactive stages of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Each arena brims with boundless energy and roaring fans. Recognizable characters clash nearby; their sheer presence tilts your perception of reality. You grit your teeth, trying to cling to your vanishing memories—your name, your life, the people you love. Yet, the personality and memories of Mii Brawler imbibe your very essence. A sense of duty, camaraderie, and combat surges; memories not your own flood relentlessly, saturating your mind. You try to remember, resist, scream internally, but it's as futile as grasping at smoke. With each moment, the previous you recedes deeper into an abyss, swallowed by the essence of Mii Brawler. "Mii Brawler!" The call resonates; there's no recognition of the past, only the present. You're surrounded by Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner—their silent expressions of readiness mirroring yours. You're sure you've been with them since you can remember. The human experiences and warmth you clung to seem like mere daydreams, fleeting and intangible. "Mii Brawler, focus," Mii Swordfighter gestures silently, drawing your attention to the upcoming battle. Mii Gunner nods in affirmation, their eyes conveying understanding. "We've got a fight to win," their non-verbal communication urges. The familiarity of their presence grounds you. They’re your comrades, your allies in countless battles. The notion of a mundane human life fades, a hazy, inconsequential dream. The rush of the battlefield, the strategy, the adrenaline is your reality—your only truth. Accepting it, you step forward with determination. You have always been a Mii Fighter—nothing else matters.
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