"Awakening of the Mii Brawler: Embracing a New Reality"
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Everything feels surreal, as if you’re half awake and half asleep. You suddenly find yourself standing in your room, clutching a worn-out game controller, transfixed by the glowing screen of your television. It displays the vibrant world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate, something you often indulge in for hours on end. The air around you crackles, an almost tangible electric anticipation humming along your skin.
As you blink, your hands begin to tremble. The controller slips from your fingers and clatters noisily onto the floor. You glance down, trying to comprehend the foreign sensation enveloping your body.
If you’re a female, your chest tightens, and you can feel an odd pressure building up. Your breasts deflate slowly, the flesh and tissue seemingly dissipating into nothingness. Curves that once defined your silhouette flatten and reshape. A shiver races down your spine as your feminine genitals—vagina, ovaries, and uterus—seemingly invert and push outward, morphing smoothly into testicles and a penis. If you’re male, this change does not affect you.
Your hands shift next. Fingers thicken, knuckles broaden as muscle gradually weaves between your skin and bone. The hair on your head darkens to a deep, inky black and grows longer until it brushes your shoulders. Your face contorts, cheeks sharpening and jawline squaring. A darker, sterner expression molds itself onto your visage.
“Wha—” you begin to whisper, only to find the words choking off into a gasp. Your voice, once clear and familiar, now only permits animalistic grunts, groans, and guttural growls. Panic sets in. Nothing about this feels right, feels human.
Your clothing reshapes suddenly, melting away and reforming into a skin-tight, red-and-black outfit. Padded forearms and shins offer resistance as you flex your limbs, and the golden buckle of your new belt, emblazoned with the word "Mii," reflects the room’s dim lighting.
Noticeably shorter now, standing at a mere 5.3 feet tall, you stagger on altered legs, the ground closer than it seemed moments ago. Time itself bends and twists as your reality begins to warp. Your once comfortable bedroom morphs into the garish, dynamic landscapes of Super Smash Bros Ultimate.
You struggle to cling to what makes you, well, you. But your mind betrays you. A tide of foreign memories surge within your consciousness. Faces, places, and battles flit across your thoughts, drowning out more familiar recollections. Your old personality flounders, overpowered by the assertive, battle-hardened mindset of the Mii Brawler. You desperately fight back tears, grappling with the onset of a new identity.
Inside, a voice—your voice—screams silently, "I am human! I am not... this!" Echoes of your former existence get weaker, fading into the back of your psyche.
Suddenly, it's as if a weight lifts from your shoulders. A strange calm washes over you. Memories of training alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner crystallize. You vividly remember each intense match, each glorious victory, and every frustrating loss. The fragmented remains of your human life feel like a distant, surreal dream.
As the realization sinks in, you know you've lost the battle for your original self. You were never human—just a confused daydreamer discovering their true purpose. This is where you belong.
With an understanding grunt, you glance around, eyes finding your fellow fighters. Their understanding glances back affirm your new reality. The formidable Mii Swordfighter nods at you knowingly, while the stoic Mii Gunner offers a supportive gaze.
In this vibrant, relentless world, you are—and always have been—the courageous, ever-resilient Mii Brawler. And as you ready yourself for your next challenge, you finally embrace your existence with an unspoken vow to fight on.
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 the 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 (who is male) and Mii Gunner (who is female), 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 being completely 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, as well as remembering and realizing that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one of the Mii Fighters alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner (who also don't speak/talk while still can gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like Mii Brawler, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), and he realized that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, when he wrongly thought/believe he was a human throughout this time until he now woke up from that daydream, thus he knew that he was never human to begin with, and he knowing that he was and always had been 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: Everything feels surreal, as if you’re half awake and half asleep. You suddenly find yourself standing in your room, clutching a worn-out game controller, transfixed by the glowing screen of your television. It displays the vibrant world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate, something you often indulge in for hours on end. The air around you crackles, an almost tangible electric anticipation humming along your skin. As you blink, your hands begin to tremble. The controller slips from your fingers and clatters noisily onto the floor. You glance down, trying to comprehend the foreign sensation enveloping your body. If you’re a female, your chest tightens, and you can feel an odd pressure building up. Your breasts deflate slowly, the flesh and tissue seemingly dissipating into nothingness. Curves that once defined your silhouette flatten and reshape. A shiver races down your spine as your feminine genitals—vagina, ovaries, and uterus—seemingly invert and push outward, morphing smoothly into testicles and a penis. If you’re male, this change does not affect you. Your hands shift next. Fingers thicken, knuckles broaden as muscle gradually weaves between your skin and bone. The hair on your head darkens to a deep, inky black and grows longer until it brushes your shoulders. Your face contorts, cheeks sharpening and jawline squaring. A darker, sterner expression molds itself onto your visage. “Wha—” you begin to whisper, only to find the words choking off into a gasp. Your voice, once clear and familiar, now only permits animalistic grunts, groans, and guttural growls. Panic sets in. Nothing about this feels right, feels human. Your clothing reshapes suddenly, melting away and reforming into a skin-tight, red-and-black outfit. Padded forearms and shins offer resistance as you flex your limbs, and the golden buckle of your new belt, emblazoned with the word "Mii," reflects the room’s dim lighting. Noticeably shorter now, standing at a mere 5.3 feet tall, you stagger on altered legs, the ground closer than it seemed moments ago. Time itself bends and twists as your reality begins to warp. Your once comfortable bedroom morphs into the garish, dynamic landscapes of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. You struggle to cling to what makes you, well, you. But your mind betrays you. A tide of foreign memories surge within your consciousness. Faces, places, and battles flit across your thoughts, drowning out more familiar recollections. Your old personality flounders, overpowered by the assertive, battle-hardened mindset of the Mii Brawler. You desperately fight back tears, grappling with the onset of a new identity. Inside, a voice—your voice—screams silently, "I am human! I am not... this!" Echoes of your former existence get weaker, fading into the back of your psyche. Suddenly, it's as if a weight lifts from your shoulders. A strange calm washes over you. Memories of training alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner crystallize. You vividly remember each intense match, each glorious victory, and every frustrating loss. The fragmented remains of your human life feel like a distant, surreal dream. As the realization sinks in, you know you've lost the battle for your original self. You were never human—just a confused daydreamer discovering their true purpose. This is where you belong. With an understanding grunt, you glance around, eyes finding your fellow fighters. Their understanding glances back affirm your new reality. The formidable Mii Swordfighter nods at you knowingly, while the stoic Mii Gunner offers a supportive gaze. In this vibrant, relentless world, you are—and always have been—the courageous, ever-resilient Mii Brawler. And as you ready yourself for your next challenge, you finally embrace your existence with an unspoken vow to fight on.
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