"Unintended Transformation of Luigi: Embracing the Mushroom Kingdom"
2 Points
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It starts out like any other day, the humdrum routine of your life. You’re lounging on your couch, scrolling through your phone, when unexpectedly, you feel a sharp jolt surge through your body. The world around you begins to blur and warp, tilting wildly as if it's being painted over by an invisible hand. Panic rises as your frail novice self tries to comprehend the impossible.
Your body begins to change, starting with your hands. Fingers shortening and chubbifying, the tips growing capped with white fabric – cartoonish white gloves! A horrified gasp escapes as you try to shake them off, but they remain stubbornly attached. The tingling sensation spreads throughout your arms and infiltrates deeper within your physique.
The sudden tightness around your midsection becomes undeniable. A green shirt materializes, snugly fitting against your widening torso. The fabric seems to burst into existence from nowhere, followed by the appearance of dark blue overalls, peppered with large, simplistic yellow buttons. It’s as if reality refuses any notion of imperfection – your new attire feels infallibly clean and neatly pressed, despite the absurd circumstance.
“What’s happening to me?” you stammer, voice quivering with desperation. But the words you hear emerging from your lips aren’t your own. They’re higher, more...filled with character and charm.
A twinge of discomfort prickles along your spine. Your sense of balance shifts dramatically as you become aware of your shoes – brown plumber ones, sturdy and classic. Your legs grow shorter, more stout. You can feel your calves inflate as your height diminishes, pulling you closer to a perspective that feels strangely familiar, yet profoundly wrong.
Then, the world around you continues changing. The familiar sights of your home – the same mundane lamp, beige walls, your old television set – dissolve rapidly, replaced by a vibrant, animated landscape. A mix of wonder and horror washes over you as the surroundings morph into a world teeming with unsettling vibrance - rolling green hills, bright azure skies, and an ever-present sense of whimsy.
“Luigi! Over here!” Mario’s confident voice calls out, ringing clear and unmistakably within the forming vicinity. Your head swivels almost instinctively towards the sound.
“No...this can’t be real. I’m not him. I’m...I’m…” Your thoughts struggle and falter against the surge of new memories flooding in - the brotherly antics in Mushroom Kingdom, the endless plumbing escapades, the shared victories and ongoing rivalry with Bowser.
The sensation of fighting against an invisible tidal wave intensifies. You summon every ounce of emotional resistance, desperate to cling onto something recognizable, something human. “I’m not Luigi, I’m...”
But names, faces, places - they slip through the grasping edges of your fading consciousness. The thread of your previous life unravels quicker than you can piece it back together. Tears blur your vision, whether from fear, frustration, or the alien flood of Luigi's anxiousness and heroism, it’s impossible to tell.
A reassuring hand lands on your shoulder. Mario’s gleaming eyes, filled with brotherly warmth, meet yours. “Luigi, let’s-a-go! Adventure awaits!” His characteristic excitement and optimism radiate, bolstering a stringent sense of belonging.
For a last fleeting second, you feel a tragic acknowledgment arise. The epiphany that you was merely a figment, a transient wisp in contrast to the undeniable permanence of being Luigi. The notion of resisting melts away, absorbed into the resilient persona, memories and intrinsic kindness that define Luigi.
Your face softens with an awkward smile, emboldened by Mario’s presence. “Okay, Mario! Let’s-a-go!” you respond cheerfully, joining your brother’s side, facing the familiar world of Mushroom Kingdom with renewed vigor and acceptance. The last vestiges of the old reality - irrelevant and dreamlike - dissipate like morning mist as the two plumber brothers set out towards their next adventure.
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 a POV transformation of a 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: --- It starts out like any other day, the humdrum routine of your life. You’re lounging on your couch, scrolling through your phone, when unexpectedly, you feel a sharp jolt surge through your body. The world around you begins to blur and warp, tilting wildly as if it's being painted over by an invisible hand. Panic rises as your frail novice self tries to comprehend the impossible. Your body begins to change, starting with your hands. Fingers shortening and chubbifying, the tips growing capped with white fabric – cartoonish white gloves! A horrified gasp escapes as you try to shake them off, but they remain stubbornly attached. The tingling sensation spreads throughout your arms and infiltrates deeper within your physique. The sudden tightness around your midsection becomes undeniable. A green shirt materializes, snugly fitting against your widening torso. The fabric seems to burst into existence from nowhere, followed by the appearance of dark blue overalls, peppered with large, simplistic yellow buttons. It’s as if reality refuses any notion of imperfection – your new attire feels infallibly clean and neatly pressed, despite the absurd circumstance. “What’s happening to me?” you stammer, voice quivering with desperation. But the words you hear emerging from your lips aren’t your own. They’re higher, more...filled with character and charm. A twinge of discomfort prickles along your spine. Your sense of balance shifts dramatically as you become aware of your shoes – brown plumber ones, sturdy and classic. Your legs grow shorter, more stout. You can feel your calves inflate as your height diminishes, pulling you closer to a perspective that feels strangely familiar, yet profoundly wrong. Then, the world around you continues changing. The familiar sights of your home – the same mundane lamp, beige walls, your old television set – dissolve rapidly, replaced by a vibrant, animated landscape. A mix of wonder and horror washes over you as the surroundings morph into a world teeming with unsettling vibrance - rolling green hills, bright azure skies, and an ever-present sense of whimsy. “Luigi! Over here!” Mario’s confident voice calls out, ringing clear and unmistakably within the forming vicinity. Your head swivels almost instinctively towards the sound. “No...this can’t be real. I’m not him. I’m...I’m…” Your thoughts struggle and falter against the surge of new memories flooding in - the brotherly antics in Mushroom Kingdom, the endless plumbing escapades, the shared victories and ongoing rivalry with Bowser. The sensation of fighting against an invisible tidal wave intensifies. You summon every ounce of emotional resistance, desperate to cling onto something recognizable, something human. “I’m not Luigi, I’m...” But names, faces, places - they slip through the grasping edges of your fading consciousness. The thread of your previous life unravels quicker than you can piece it back together. Tears blur your vision, whether from fear, frustration, or the alien flood of Luigi's anxiousness and heroism, it’s impossible to tell. A reassuring hand lands on your shoulder. Mario’s gleaming eyes, filled with brotherly warmth, meet yours. “Luigi, let’s-a-go! Adventure awaits!” His characteristic excitement and optimism radiate, bolstering a stringent sense of belonging. For a last fleeting second, you feel a tragic acknowledgment arise. The epiphany that you was merely a figment, a transient wisp in contrast to the undeniable permanence of being Luigi. The notion of resisting melts away, absorbed into the resilient persona, memories and intrinsic kindness that define Luigi. Your face softens with an awkward smile, emboldened by Mario’s presence. “Okay, Mario! Let’s-a-go!” you respond cheerfully, joining your brother’s side, facing the familiar world of Mushroom Kingdom with renewed vigor and acceptance. The last vestiges of the old reality - irrelevant and dreamlike - dissipate like morning mist as the two plumber brothers set out towards their next adventure.
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