Desperate for tuition money, you stumble upon a flyer for a drug trial. Three weeks, easy money. Most likely you will get the placebo anyway, but even if you don't, there shouldn't be any lasting effects. Unfortunately, they lied. You wake up, but you aren't you anymore. Given your new shapeshifting abilities, the scientists who administered the drug trial perform experiment after experiment to see just how far your powers can go. Desperate to escape, you enlist the help of another captive with similar abilities. You find that you can speak telepathically to her, and together you plot your escape. As you work together, you discover there is more to her than meets the eye. Her father, a magical shaman from a far-away land, is behind the development of the drug. Now you have to decide if the woman you've fallen for is to be trusted or will eventually betray you.
You begin to realize that there are plans for you that you don't fully understand. Her father wants you to use your powers to help him expand his influence world-wide. You are destined to be the greatest shaman that ever lived; the mother-father of a new race. The man who will overthrow the old gods and establish the new order. You must decide how to react to the fate that is being laid out before you. Will you go along with it? Try to fight it? Reject it completely? Will you play your part and let her father use you for his ends or will you turn on him and do the same to his daughter?
You must be willing to make the fateful decisions that will change the lives of everyone involved. Are you up to the task or will you prove to be a mere pawn in the life of one of the greatest shamans to ever live?
A very well written story. That description is just a small snippet of the full story. We talked to the author, who wished to remain anonymous, and he was kind enough to share the following stories with us:
Once upon a time there were two friends, who lived in the same apartment building. They saw each other every day, and they would say hi to each other every day as well. They were very good friends, who often went on adventures with each other, and talked about how cool their adventures were. One day, they were walking to work, and played a game of "how long can you keep a secret from your best friend?"—They did about three minutes.
The next day, their secret was out. Neither of them had realized that the other already knew their secret. Soon, the secret was all over the building. The news spread around quickly, about how two best friends had been careless and let their secret get out. The two friends got this bad feeling in their guts, and they thought, "Oh no, now everyone will tease me, and call me a loser. How afraid I am of being called a loser." And they threw a big party when they got home. They drank too much, until they passed out. The next day they woke up and thought, "Oh no, now everyone will know I'm a loser." And they started a cooking club. They started with the worst recipe that they could find. They didn't even follow the recipe, they just did a bunch of random stuff to the food and stacked it in a pile that they called a cake. It didn't even taste like a cake. And they ate it, and everybody vomited. Well, it wasn't supposed to be eaten. It was supposed to be a cooking experiment.
One time a guy sent me a picture of his girlfriend. They had fun that night. And then she wasn't there the next day at work. I thought, "Oh no! Now I am going to have to introduce my friends to her, and I don't know if they will like her. They might think she's a weirdo and kick her to the curb."
I got to their front door, and it was unlocked. Come to think about it, their door didn't normally lock. And it wasn't like their neighbors' doors did. And I had never seen the lock before. I just figured that it was a stupid device that they had installed, just to make it look like their door was locked. And it had a keyhole, so they must have put a key into the door—somehow they were letting people in. And I was curious, so I put my key into their door, pretending to be them. And I opened the door, and they weren't there.