"Summoning of Mii Brawler: Embracing a New Reality"
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The world around you began to pulsate with an otherworldly rhythm, a bizarre dance between light and dark, reality and unreality. You cannot quite comprehend what is happening, but your instincts scream that everything is about to change.
You reach out, your fingers feeling unusually numb, and see a ripple—a ripple in reality itself. Your vision blurs, and suddenly, it feels as if you are being pulled into the screen before you, leaving behind everything you've known.
Your body trembles violently. Panic ensues as you lose control over your limbs; they writhe and reshape themselves beyond your command. In an agonizingly surreal moment, you feel your flesh molding and shifting. Your clothes melt away like dew in sunlight, and are replaced by an unfamiliar, padded red-and-black outfit. You glance down, and shudder at the sight of the brown belt with the word "Mii" in its gleaming golden buckle.
A searing heat travels down your scalp, and strands of your hair lose their individuality, merging into a dark, solid mass. Your reflection in a nearby pool of water stares back at you with unfamiliar, grim determination. Long, jet-black hair cascades down, brushing the top of your armor-like padding.
The burning sensation brings with it a set of foreign muscles stretching and tightening under your skin. You double over momentarily, feeling your physique shift—becoming more compact, more strong, albeit at a slight loss in height. The ground rushes up as your bones shrink to make you 160 centimeters tall.
"Urrgh!" you grunt, horrified by your guttural, inhuman voice. You try to scream, to cry for help, but nothing but feral grunts and growls escape your lips.
The change doesn't stop there. If you were a female, the transformation is even more invasive. Your breasts deflate and disappear, your feminine curves harden into masculine contours. An unsettling pressure builds in your lower abdomen. Horrified, you feel your internal organs twist, transmute, and finally push out of your groin, reshaping into unfamiliar anatomy. Every vestige of your previous gender, your femaleness, vanishes.
The world around you finishes its distorting dance, settling into a landscape that looks both vibrant and uncannily pixelated. Around you, you notice towering platforms, mechanical hazards, and fighters honing their skills in the scattered arenas.
Your mind, however, wages a war you hadn't anticipated. Thoughts and memories surge forward. The mental change is like a tidal wave, erasing fragments of your humanity and filling the void with the simplistic yet fervent existence of a Mii Brawler. Feelings of courage, rage, and a burning desire to compete overwrite your previous emotions.
You try to remember your name, your loved ones, but the memories slip away like grains of sand through clenched fingers. Only Mii Brawler's existence fills your consciousness now, forging an identity of battle and camaraderie.
"Hey, Mii Brawler, ready to train?" calls Mii Swordfighter, his voice ringing with familiarity. "We need to prep for the upcoming tournament!"
"Nod if you're ready!" Mii Gunner's words follow, her tone equally essential to your new reality.
You nod instinctively, overwhelmed by a dizzying sense of normalcy. This is your life. You were daydreaming about being human—such a strange idea. Why would you want to be anything other than what you are? Mii Brawler, alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner.
Deep down, a small part of you knows that you've lost something, but the persistent, gnawing thoughts are too obscure to grasp. They fade into the recesses of your mind, leaving behind a clear sense of purpose.
"I am Mii Brawler," you think, fists clenching in determination. You know it's true.
And with that, you step forward into the endless battles and challenges of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate world, mind, body, and soul embracing your rightful place as Mii Brawler.
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 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, 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: The world around you began to pulsate with an otherworldly rhythm, a bizarre dance between light and dark, reality and unreality. You cannot quite comprehend what is happening, but your instincts scream that everything is about to change. You reach out, your fingers feeling unusually numb, and see a ripple—a ripple in reality itself. Your vision blurs, and suddenly, it feels as if you are being pulled into the screen before you, leaving behind everything you've known. Your body trembles violently. Panic ensues as you lose control over your limbs; they writhe and reshape themselves beyond your command. In an agonizingly surreal moment, you feel your flesh molding and shifting. Your clothes melt away like dew in sunlight, and are replaced by an unfamiliar, padded red-and-black outfit. You glance down, and shudder at the sight of the brown belt with the word "Mii" in its gleaming golden buckle. A searing heat travels down your scalp, and strands of your hair lose their individuality, merging into a dark, solid mass. Your reflection in a nearby pool of water stares back at you with unfamiliar, grim determination. Long, jet-black hair cascades down, brushing the top of your armor-like padding. The burning sensation brings with it a set of foreign muscles stretching and tightening under your skin. You double over momentarily, feeling your physique shift—becoming more compact, more strong, albeit at a slight loss in height. The ground rushes up as your bones shrink to make you 160 centimeters tall. "Urrgh!" you grunt, horrified by your guttural, inhuman voice. You try to scream, to cry for help, but nothing but feral grunts and growls escape your lips. The change doesn't stop there. If you were a female, the transformation is even more invasive. Your breasts deflate and disappear, your feminine curves harden into masculine contours. An unsettling pressure builds in your lower abdomen. Horrified, you feel your internal organs twist, transmute, and finally push out of your groin, reshaping into unfamiliar anatomy. Every vestige of your previous gender, your femaleness, vanishes. The world around you finishes its distorting dance, settling into a landscape that looks both vibrant and uncannily pixelated. Around you, you notice towering platforms, mechanical hazards, and fighters honing their skills in the scattered arenas. Your mind, however, wages a war you hadn't anticipated. Thoughts and memories surge forward. The mental change is like a tidal wave, erasing fragments of your humanity and filling the void with the simplistic yet fervent existence of a Mii Brawler. Feelings of courage, rage, and a burning desire to compete overwrite your previous emotions. You try to remember your name, your loved ones, but the memories slip away like grains of sand through clenched fingers. Only Mii Brawler's existence fills your consciousness now, forging an identity of battle and camaraderie. "Hey, Mii Brawler, ready to train?" calls Mii Swordfighter, his voice ringing with familiarity. "We need to prep for the upcoming tournament!" "Nod if you're ready!" Mii Gunner's words follow, her tone equally essential to your new reality. You nod instinctively, overwhelmed by a dizzying sense of normalcy. This is your life. You were daydreaming about being human—such a strange idea. Why would you want to be anything other than what you are? Mii Brawler, alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. Deep down, a small part of you knows that you've lost something, but the persistent, gnawing thoughts are too obscure to grasp. They fade into the recesses of your mind, leaving behind a clear sense of purpose. "I am Mii Brawler," you think, fists clenching in determination. You know it's true. And with that, you step forward into the endless battles and challenges of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate world, mind, body, and soul embracing your rightful place as Mii Brawler.
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