"Shattered Reflections: Embracing the Mii Brawler"
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You found yourself nestled comfortably on the couch, your favorite gaming console humming softly as you held the controller in your hands. There were few things that brought you as much joy as immersing yourself in the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Your favorite character to play was the Mii Brawler, a relentless and fearless fighter.
You hit the start button, ready to dive into another match, when everything around you began to distort. The screen flashed eerily, colors swirling into a kaleidoscope of confusion. You tried to blink, but even that seemed impossible as a strange force gripped you, dragging you into the eye of this arcane storm.
Your surroundings warped and twisted, and you felt an intense pressure enveloping your body. “What... what’s happening?” you tried to cry out, but no words formed, only a hoarse gasp emerging from your throat.
Your eyes widened as you saw your reflection in the TV screen. Your hair was lengthening and darkening, turning into a jet-black mane that fell around your increasingly stern features. The sensation was bewildering, and if you were female, you would have felt a peculiar tugging at your chest, watching in stunned silence as your feminine curves flattened and shifted into a more robust, masculine form. An indescribable sensation would have occurred below, a complete inversion and transformation as your female genitals morphed into male ones. The sheer outlandishness of it left you numb.
Your voice, once melodic, deepened into a guttural, unfamiliar grunt. The pain subsided, replaced by a rush of recognition as your reflection revealed a different person altogether – the Mii Brawler.
A flood of memories threatened to swamp your consciousness. Fragments of a life you didn't recognize flashed before your eyes – training with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, battling formidable foes, performing heroic deeds. You clung desperately to your sense of self, determined to remember who you really were.
"Focus, you must stay in control!" you urged yourself, but your thoughts echoed emptily, only grunts escaping your lips.
As your previous memories continued to fade, a new reality solidified around you. You stood in the midst of a colossal arena, a familiar stage from the game, opponents looming in the distance.
Mii Swordfighter nudged you and said, “Dreaming on the battlefield again, Brawler? Keep your head in the fight!”
You twisted around, alarmed. "Wait, I—" But again, only an assertive growl emerged.
“Stay focused!” Mii Gunner added. “This isn’t just a game, Brawler. We’ve got a world to save.”
Your thoughts became fragmented. *Fight... fight... you must fight.* Not as a human, but as the Mii Brawler. Your vision sharpened, and the clamor of the arena's battle cries surrounded you. You saw your fists before you, clad in the trademark red-and-black outfit, the golden buckle emblazoned with "Mii" shining defiantly.
Memories of your human life felt like whispers in the wind, barely discernible and slipping away. You tried to grasp them, but they evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming certainty that you had always been the Mii Brawler.
A solitary tear slid down your cheek, the last vestige of your former self, as you accepted the inevitable. You were the Mii Brawler, always had been, always would be. It was almost comforting.
You stepped forward, fists ready and muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring. Your opponents wouldn't know what hit them. This was your world now, your reality.
The announcer’s voice boomed: “Ready... GO!”
And with that, you charged into the fray, every memory of your past life erased, replaced with the indisputable truth – you were the Mii Brawler. You always had been.
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 unable to speak/talk but can still 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 found yourself nestled comfortably on the couch, your favorite gaming console humming softly as you held the controller in your hands. There were few things that brought you as much joy as immersing yourself in the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Your favorite character to play was the Mii Brawler, a relentless and fearless fighter. You hit the start button, ready to dive into another match, when everything around you began to distort. The screen flashed eerily, colors swirling into a kaleidoscope of confusion. You tried to blink, but even that seemed impossible as a strange force gripped you, dragging you into the eye of this arcane storm. Your surroundings warped and twisted, and you felt an intense pressure enveloping your body. “What... what’s happening?” you tried to cry out, but no words formed, only a hoarse gasp emerging from your throat. Your eyes widened as you saw your reflection in the TV screen. Your hair was lengthening and darkening, turning into a jet-black mane that fell around your increasingly stern features. The sensation was bewildering, and if you were female, you would have felt a peculiar tugging at your chest, watching in stunned silence as your feminine curves flattened and shifted into a more robust, masculine form. An indescribable sensation would have occurred below, a complete inversion and transformation as your female genitals morphed into male ones. The sheer outlandishness of it left you numb. Your voice, once melodic, deepened into a guttural, unfamiliar grunt. The pain subsided, replaced by a rush of recognition as your reflection revealed a different person altogether – the Mii Brawler. A flood of memories threatened to swamp your consciousness. Fragments of a life you didn't recognize flashed before your eyes – training with Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, battling formidable foes, performing heroic deeds. You clung desperately to your sense of self, determined to remember who you really were. "Focus, you must stay in control!" you urged yourself, but your thoughts echoed emptily, only grunts escaping your lips. As your previous memories continued to fade, a new reality solidified around you. You stood in the midst of a colossal arena, a familiar stage from the game, opponents looming in the distance. Mii Swordfighter nudged you and said, “Dreaming on the battlefield again, Brawler? Keep your head in the fight!” You twisted around, alarmed. "Wait, I—" But again, only an assertive growl emerged. “Stay focused!” Mii Gunner added. “This isn’t just a game, Brawler. We’ve got a world to save.” Your thoughts became fragmented. *Fight... fight... you must fight.* Not as a human, but as the Mii Brawler. Your vision sharpened, and the clamor of the arena's battle cries surrounded you. You saw your fists before you, clad in the trademark red-and-black outfit, the golden buckle emblazoned with "Mii" shining defiantly. Memories of your human life felt like whispers in the wind, barely discernible and slipping away. You tried to grasp them, but they evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming certainty that you had always been the Mii Brawler. A solitary tear slid down your cheek, the last vestige of your former self, as you accepted the inevitable. You were the Mii Brawler, always had been, always would be. It was almost comforting. You stepped forward, fists ready and muscles coiled like a tightly wound spring. Your opponents wouldn't know what hit them. This was your world now, your reality. The announcer’s voice boomed: “Ready... GO!” And with that, you charged into the fray, every memory of your past life erased, replaced with the indisputable truth – you were the Mii Brawler. You always had been.
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