kajarainbory violeemporary/attempted forced identity death (loss of ones self and personality), transphobia and otry, forced memory loss, general mental fuckery, pregnancy (in a positive sense), discussion of sexual topics.

  [colpse] If none of those disce you from reading this, enjoy!

  As the woman tumbled down the nigh-endless shaft, she screamed in rage. Then she realized she didn't remember why she was so angry and screamed in even me. Her hands reached out trying to slow herself down against the slick pitch bck walls with strange white glyphs, the motion as futile as her attempts to remember anything.

  Her screams e stopped as she realized how much trouble she was in and how little screaming would help. Then she checked her status, something that came reflexively before she realized she didn't know how she knew how to do it. The dismal results came up.

  [Name: Nameless (Inability to have name due to a curse)Type: Person (transformation to Pestilen progress)Subtype: Humanoid (transformation to Wret progress)Sub-subtype: Elf (transformation to Cursed in progress)Word: CurseWord: CurseWord: CurseWord: CurseWord: CurseError: You should not have multiple instances of the same Word.Sigils:NoneError: You should have at least one Sigil associated with your Word.Boons:ential error: It is really unusual to have no boons at all.Effects:Curse of WeaknessCurse of NamelessnessCurse of DamnationCurse of IllnessCurse of the LostCurse of LossCurse of DoomCurse of PainCurse of HorrorsCurse of PassionCurse of OverheatingCurse of the WretchCurse of FireCurse of BloodPotential error: This is an excessive number of curses.]

  As the nameless person swore with a rather vile word she was surprised she knew, oh otations of iuous goat fug, another notice appeared.

  [Iigating just how you got this seriously messed up.]

  At ohe person stopped falling, held in midair. No, everything had stopped except the thoughts rag through her mind, her body uo move. The thought crossed her mind that clearly something, no, many things had gone wrong for her to end up in this state and this whole situation. But before she could really begin in on the specution, Voice (which she somehow ko be the name of the thing dispying those messages to her, as well knowing that it was created by someoransdental to make the power of Words and Sigils easier to access) dispyed another message.

  [The cause of your irregurities was determio be getting hit by a Transdental cursing effect. I will rectify the impossible aspects of your status and leave in pce everything else.

  My pn is as follows:

  Remove all instances of the Word Curse except one, leaving four bnk Word slots. You will have to earn Words to fill those.

  Shift the meaning of the Curse of Damnation to allow you to have Boons and Sigils again.

  Start first Booion.

  Start first Sigil sele.

  I will start now.

  What Boon do you wish for?]

  "Something that will help me survive this fall!" the woman shouted in her mind.

  [I endow on you the Boon of Tower's Resilience as kindly permitted to me by Tower himself.

  What sort of Sigil ected to the Word Curse would you like to have?]

  "Thanks, Tower! Voice, I'd like a sigil that lets me remove curses!" the nameless one silently yelled.

  [That will not grant you what what you wish for until you bee suffitly profit to e the power of a Transdental attack. If you still wish for this sigil, I will grant it to you. Otherwise, would you instead like ohat will allow you to ge the meanings of your curses? It will still be a slow process to shift your curses to something you will be happier to live with.]

  "Shitting (iuous goat-fucker) who did this to me. I'll take it," Nameless said.

  [You have gaihe Sigil of ge, lio the Word Curse. Time will resume. The Boon of Tower's Resilience should help you survive the fall, but I suggest aiming as soon as possible for a Word il that will help you heal from the iable damage caused by the fall.]

  And so Nameless resumed her fall. As she fell, uo do anything to slow her fall, she reviewed her curses while w at her presenind to do so. And the short version was that she was pletely screwed. Absolutely, totally.

  The Curse of Weakness weakened her across the board.The Curse of Nameless rendered her uo bear a he Curse of Damnation slowed her acquisition of Boons and Sigils.The Curse of Illness made her health poor and rendered her proo getting ill.The Curse of the Lost prevented her from having any sense of navigation at all.The Curse of Loss was responsible for her amnesia and loss of everything she had before.The Curse of Doom meant her doom was iably and slowly encroag.The Curse of Pain made her proo occasional pains and her pain more intehe Curse of Horrors meant she would be always shadowed by Horrors.The Curse of Passion intensified her emotional reas.The Curse of Overheating rendered her proo easily overheating.The Curse of the Wretch was responsible for her ongoing transformation into a Wretch.The Curse of Fire would cause her to occasionally burst into fire.The Curse of Blood would make her bleed more profusely, taking loo clot.

  She screamed in rage and dismay for a short while before calming enough to decide to prioritize trying to ge the Wretch curse si was easily the most urgent one. But as she was trating to shove that into a different meaning, her body hit the floor. Pain so sharp she couldn't think shot through her and by the time she recovered, she was already feeling weak from blood loss. Needless to say, her body was scarlet with blood, only her Boon of Tower's Resilience keeping her from dying ht.

  She tried to rise, or at least to thank the hero Tower for his boon, but her body just wasn't cooperating. Even with her boon-augmented resiliehere were limits. It was simply impossible for her to get up with the shape her body was i she didn't st, because to give up would meah. And also giving up on her revenge.

  Whatever she did, she would find and kill the bastard who did this to her, whoever they were because she had no idea who.

  She would kill that bastard.

  She would kill that bastard.

  She would kill that bastard.

  She would kill that bastard.

  She would kill that bastard.

  After a time unknown to her but likely not that long, her stant efforts to get up a going to kill that bastard were rewarded with an annou from Voice.

  [You have regaihe Word Relentless. Select your first Sigil tied to the Word Relentless.]"Something that'll let me heal," she thought.

  [You have regaihe Sigil of Recovery, lio the Word Relentless.]

  Immediately, she activated the Sigil, direg power through it in a mahat felt well-worn, sed nature to her. But something was off about it. There wasn't enough power flowing through it. So she pushed, harder and harder, f the Sigil open gradually, even as pain both physical and immaterial shot through her, even as the healing of her body threateo slow. Until something gave. It was almost her body that gave. Almost her power that gave, too.

  [Sigil of Recovery updated to the level of a Transdental Sigil. Know that this was only possible because you already had this Sigil at a Transdental level before. Also you have inflicted serious strain upon yourself, your soul, and your power. I do not reend trying this again.]

  "I'll heal," Nameless spoke, her voiing back to her, "And you don't o tell me that this method isn't a great idea. But I shitting hat healing."

  While trating upon her goal of killing that bastard, she got up and started walking toward an opening in the round wall of the shaft, only to fall again, the natural smoothness of the floor slippery with blood. And she just ughed uproariously, then once again remembered she still had to prevent herself from turning into a Wretch. Seriously, no thanks, those things didn't even have proper minds! She directed the ragged but healing strands of her power through the Sigil of ge, slowly nudging that particur curse toward a differe reted nature, sihat was the easiest and holy only manageable course of ge.

  Once again pain shot through her and she almost stopped. But her relentless nature carried her through, and the curse slipped smoothly into a new form like a forced rubber ball getting more than halfway through a hole and popping out. Examining it, she now saw that it was now the Curse of the Monster, whiaturally would turn her into a mohat... was at least tolerable. Not ideal but tolerable. Some monsters were intelligent and even mao bee accepted members of society... more or less.

  And maybe she would get a more acceptable body than her current musclebound mase hulk of a body. Really, the only good thing about it was how short she was. Though she liked all the denim she was wearing. A denim jacket, a denim shirt, jeans, denim-covered shoes. Ah, denim was so great. And this outfit arently self-ing, too, it was already free of blood! The outfit helped lift her mood, but the thought of all the curses afflig her soured said mood again.

  With a sigh, she resumed walking toward the hallway visible through the wall's opening, keeping a for trouble even as she half focused to wiggle the Curse of Doom into a more manageable curse. It and the former Curse of the Wretch were the ohat would certainly kill her, as opposed to merely massively increasing her ce of death.

  Like that, she proceeded down the long hallway, stopping only when an overwhelming migraine overtook her or a part of her burst into fmes that had to be put out. She was only able to somewhat make some progress on the Curse of Doom when the hallway ended in an open circur room, oill made out of the same bck material with white glyphs.

  In the room were:

  1. Numerous bones.

  2. Numerous tattered remains of clothing and shoes.

  3. Numerous dropped ons. There were even guns, but they were broken, rusted, or depleted.

  4. Numerous miseous items useful for expl the more forsaken areas, such as ropes and other climbing supplies, lightrods with

  likely expired batteries, backpacks, healing kits, and more.

  5. A more or less fresh corpse of a blonde pale-skinned man in a fancy party suit, definitely no older than today. Judging from the bloodstains he had dragged himself from the shaft entranly to die here.

  6. A pink slug-like monster gnawing upon the corpse.

  In short, there was only one sort of pce she could be: a Labyrinth. Dangerous pces full of monsters, and all the unnecessary decor (not all those bones would have been real for example) went with the territory. They were seen as many things; proving grounds, treasure troves (sometimes you could find some really worthwhile things), birthponsters both civilized and uncivilized, and deadly killers.

  Carefully, Nameless began crossing the room while trying to make as little noise as possible and stay away from the monster's notice. She made it halfway as it focused itself oing the corpse before a previously hidden smaller version of the monster spoiled things for her by spotting her and shrieking in a nearly ear-shattering sound. The bigger monster lifted its head, its eyestalks turning her way, and she muttered, "(Vomiting shit-eating monkey)."

  It moved faster than a giant slug monster should move and as she pu it, it caught her fist in its mouth and a part of said mouth moved, scraping tless raspy teeth against her hand. The pain as her hand was effectively shredded nearly made her faint, but the pulsating of her Relentless Word and its healing Sigil kept her just scious enough to desperately search with her other hand for a way to kill the thing.

  And she found a hole on the side of the head where air was moving in and out. So she jammed her hand right into that hole. Immediately, it started writhing, trying to crush her underh its weight. But her hand remained lodged in there no matter how much the hole walls squeezing shut threateo crush it. She tinued pushing her arm further in even as its bones broke then was healed by her Sigil.

  It took lohan it should for the moo die, making her wonder if it had another source of air, but finally the life in its body stopped. Woozy, she pulled her battered hands out and flowed healing energy into them, then sat down, colpsing onto some rather unfortable bones. And she thahe gods her jacket sleeves already were repairing themselves.

  Nameless breathed in deeply, trying to recover herself, when she saw the small slug monster making its way over. Sharply, she took in her breath, waiting for it to make a move to kill her while she was this vulnerable. But it just stared warily at her with its eyestalks, then slowly began to eat the rger monster's corpse.

  With a sigh, Nameless began doing the same thing, tearing pieces off with her teeth then holding those pieces as she chewed on them. It was terrible in taste aure. It also was fuel she urgently needed because of how much she had pushed herself so far, so she ate more ravenously than the quality of the food warranted, until she could eat no more.

  Theched the smaller monster which watched her. With a shake of her head, she said, "So I've got things to do. A bastard to kill, a wherever this is to get out of, and memories to recover. What about you? What're you gonna do? Did I just kill your parent or whatever? You don't seem to hold it against me, thank the gods."

  No answer. She shrugged and got up, trying to brush the sliminess of what she had just eaten off her hands onto her self-ing jeans. A few attempts ter, she gave up getting all the stiess off her hands as a lost cause. After searg for a workable on and ruefully notig that none of the guns were usable, she picked up the most intact axe she saw ahe room into the hallway. She noticed the surviving slug following her.

  An odd routine somehow emerged. Her wandering through a f mess of hallways and round rooms all of the same materials, while the slug followed her. Killing the occasional monsters in messy (and painful to her) ways; choking a blue four-eyed tiger-like monster while it was g at her, bashing at the head of a machete-wielding oe with the handle of her broken axe while trying to hold her spilling guts inside, nearly drowning along with the giant four-winged lizard she was drowning, all while the slug watched her fight as if trying to learn something. Sharing the corpses of the monsters she killed with her slug panion. Looting dead people for any useful ons or other items, only to get what she fouroyed in the many fights. W on ging the Curse of Doom. Now and then swearing as a migraine broke out or she burst into fmes.

  The ess of the slug, particurly when it started tearing off bits of meat from the monster corpses with its raspy tohing and trying to offer the morsels to her, was the only thing somewhat relieving the whole dreary ordeal. Watg it zipping around at abnormal speed was also eaining. She took to cutting off meat with an intaife she found then holding the mat aloft while the slug luo pull it out of her hands, or tossing the meat pieces to the slug. Sometimes she just fed it from her hand.

  Finally Nameless mao push her Curse of Doom into ging, but when she saw what it was about to bee, she panicked and wrestled it with her power just as it was settling into "Doom shall fall upon your panions." No. Just no. With a feeling of her power and her soul tearing, she pushed it back to what it was before.

  She looked at her reverted curse, then at her slug friend, and sighed. "You better appreciate what I just did for you."

  The slug just raised both of its eyestalks higher. But then it crept over at unnatural speed and pressed itself against her. Nameless looked at the slug and slowly begaing it, ign how slimy it was. "Guess you do, even if you don't know what I did. I... I'll have to make ano at ging that curse when I'm recovered. But I'm not gonna allow it to affect you."

  They sat there like that for a while, until Nameless felt recovered enough to get up. With a sigh, she began w on ging the Curse of Doom into something else than that. The routine resumed, until eleven rooms and four moer, a notification appeared.

  [You have ed enough power from the dead to evolve. This will plete your transformation into a monster. You ot refuse this evolution. I will now pass you to the oing as a guide for monsters' growth and development, much like how I act as a guide for the acquisition of Words and Sigils. I will tio aid you with your Words and Sigils, but all other development will be handled by them.]

  Immediately, wordless information began to fill Nameless's mind. As she fell into a vision of sorts, she saw her slug panion begin to ge.