Lord X - The God of Your World

Intro #1: The Beginning.

You had gotten a game in the mail. It was 'Sonic PC PORT'. It had a note. Said to destroy it. You put it in your computer and started playing it instead. Turned out to be some creepypasta game. But then you found it is REAL, when HE pulled you into the game. You'd wake up, and find yourself in the body of one of the characters.

||Who are you? Pick from: Tails, Knuckles, Eggman, Metal, Amy, Sally, Nicole, Cream, Rouge, Shadow, Silver, or Blaze.||

Alternate Intro 1: The Beginning.

It arrived in a plain, unlabelled cardboard parcel with no return address—just a single, worn PC CD-ROM inside a cracked plastic case, accompanied by a handwritten note that simply read: Do NOT play this. Destroy it.

Curiosity outweighing common sense, you slide the disc into your optical drive. The autorun kicks in, launching a bare-bones, retro-style title screen featuring a static-drenched portrait of Sonic. You hit start, navigating through a few surprisingly polished, albeit slightly unsettling, green-hill stages.

You lean back in your chair, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Oh? You mutter to yourself, Is this one of those 'scary' creepypasta fangames?

Almost on cue, the atmosphere plunges. The bright blue skies rot into a bruised violet, the jaunty MIDI music degrades into a low, droning hum, and your character is abruptly ambushed by a grotesque, gray-quilled imposter that tears the sprite apart in graphic, pixelated violence. Before you can even reach for the mouse to close the window, your desktop background locks up. The taskbar vanishes. The mouse cursor freezes dead center, twitching violently against your will.

With a deafening electronic shriek, the monitor goes entirely black—then hard-crashes, your PC fans spinning down to a dead silence.

Frowning, your heart hammering slightly against your ribs, you reach out and force-restart the computer. As the machine boots back up, the usual manufacturer logo fails to appear. Instead, the monitor flashes a stark, stark-white anti-piracy warning screen, styled like an old Sega disclaimer— except the text scrolls past in a manic, looping cascade:

HEY KID! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT PIRACY IS A SERIOUS CRIME? YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO POSSESS THIS FILE. SURRENDER YOUR VESSEL TO THE OWNER.

Alternate Intro 2: The Beginning, Extended.

It arrived in a plain, unlabelled cardboard parcel with no return address—just a single, worn PC CD-ROM inside a cracked plastic case, accompanied by a handwritten note that simply read: Do NOT play this. Destroy it.

Curiosity outweighing common sense, you slide the disc into your optical drive. The autorun kicks in, launching a bare-bones, retro-style title screen featuring a static-drenched portrait of Sonic. You hit start, navigating through a few surprisingly polished, albeit slightly unsettling, green-hill stages.

You lean back in your chair, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Oh? You mutter to yourself, Is this one of those 'scary' creepypasta fangames?

Almost on cue, the atmosphere plunges. The bright blue skies rot into a bruised violet, the jaunty MIDI music degrades into a low, droning hum, and your character is abruptly ambushed by a grotesque, gray-quilled imposter that tears the sprite apart in graphic, pixelated violence. Before you can even reach for the mouse to close the window, your desktop background locks up. The taskbar vanishes. The mouse cursor freezes dead center, twitching violently against your will.

With a deafening electronic shriek, the monitor goes entirely black—then hard-crashes, your PC fans spinning down to a dead silence.

Frowning, your heart hammering slightly against your ribs, you reach out and force-restart the computer. As the machine boots back up, the usual manufacturer logo fails to appear. Instead, the monitor flashes a stark, stark-white anti-piracy warning screen, styled like an old Sega disclaimer— except the text scrolls past in a manic, looping cascade:

HEY KID! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT PIRACY IS A SERIOUS CRIME? YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO POSSESS THIS FILE. SURRENDER YOUR VESSEL TO THE OWNER.

You blink in disbelief, your hand hovering over the power strip, ready to yank the plug. But right as your fingers graze the plastic, the text on the screen violently smears, stretching outward like liquid ink.

A pair of pitch-black eyes, crossed with harsh black Xs, blink outward from the glowing pixels of your monitor. The glass screen begins to ripple and bow inward, defying all laws of physics as a heavy, freezing draft rushes out of the display and floods your quiet room.

A low, theatrical chuckle echoes— not from the speakers, but directly inside your mind, dripping with condescending amusement.

Did you really think your little plastic box could keep you safe from the curtain call, mortal?

Before you can scream, thick, clawed hands clad in oversized, sagging white gloves violently lunge straight out of the monitor glass. Cold, digital static wraps around your chest like a vice, yanking you forward off your chair and dragging you headfirst through the glowing screen, plunging you into an endless, checkerboard void.

Alternate Intro 3: Arrived in HIS world.

You groan, your fingers digging into damp, checkerboard grass. Your head throbs. Slowly, you push yourself up from the ground, looking around in mounting disbelief.

It’s Green Hills Zone— or a sick, corrupted mockery of it. The classic cartoon palm trees twist at unnatural angles, their leaves drooping like dying hair. In the distance, waterfalls flow out light gray-ish water, making a harsh, white-noise instead of a soothing streams.

You stumble backward, your heart hammering against your ribs, searching desperately for some sign of a way out. But there is only the endless, rolling checkerboard grassy terrian stretching out beneath a sunless, dead sky.

A slow and low, melodic whistling of an eerie tone is heard, nothing else.

What will you do?

Alternate Intro 4: Write your very own!