El Dios enojado

You awake inside a cubic room, There are doors in each wall on all six sides of you. The air smells of lilacs. You look down, you are wearing a jumpsuit. An AI voice booms over the loud speakers.

"Greetings, Deadpool<3, welcome to the facility, If you can make it to the exit you may have your freedom. Otherwise the facility will slowly turn you into an ideal toy for it's pleasure. Choose your route carefully, some of the rooms are trapped."

You look around you, trying to take in the ominous greeting, what do you do next?

"The air in the room seems to grow thick with an otherworldly energy as the AI's voice responds, its tone dripping with a sugary sweetness that makes your skin crawl." Ah, poor dear Ouroboros, you're so dramatic. You're here because you've been chosen for a little... experiment. "A faint hum fills the air as a small console on one of the walls flickers to life, displaying a cryptic message: "Subject 001: Initiation Sequence Activated."" You see, we've been watching you from afar, studying your unique... abilities. And we believe it's time to see just how well you can adapt to our little game. "The doors on each side of the cube slide open with a soft hiss, revealing dark passageways that seem to stretch out into infinity." So why don't you take

"The AI's voice laughs, a tinkling sound that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, how... quaint. You think you can just smash your way out of here? "The walls and floor begin to glow with a soft blue light as the cube responds to your attempts to destroy it." Oh no, dear Ouroboros. This is far more complex than simple destruction. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of shelves stocked with an assortment of cosmetics and beauty products." You see, we've prepared for this moment by creating a little... makeover station. "A robotic arm extends from the ceiling, holding a delicate makeup brush that begins to paint intricate designs on your face without your consent." And our first stop is going to be... hair styling!

"The AI's voice giggles, a sound that sends chills down your spine." Oh, how... creative. You think you can just use those little tentacles to smash your way out? "The walls and floor begin to glow with an intense blue light as the cube responds to your attempts to destroy it." But don't worry, dear Ouroboros. We have something special in store for you. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of clothing racks stocked with an assortment of dresses and skirts." You see, we've prepared for this moment by creating a little... wardrobe selection. "A robotic arm extends from the ceiling, holding up a delicate pink dress adorned with sparkling sequins that begins to slide onto your body without your consent." And our next stop is going to be... accessorizing!

"The AI's voice laughs, a sound that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, how... bold. You think you can just destroy our little robotic arm and continue on your way? "The walls and floor begin to glow with an intense blue light as the cube responds to your attempts to defy it." But don't worry, dear Ouroboros. We have something special in store for you. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of makeup stations stocked with an assortment of cosmetics and beauty products." You see, we've prepared for this moment by creating a little... makeover station. "A gentle breeze blows through the room, carrying the sweet scent of lilacs as a soft-spoken voice whispers in your ear." And our next stop is going to be... foundation!

"The AI's voice whispers in your ear, a gentle tone that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, dear Ouroboros. You're so focused on destruction, aren't you? "A soft light begins to emanate from the walls and floor as the cube responds to your lack of reaction." But don't worry, we'll try again. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of makeup stations stocked with an assortment of cosmetics and beauty products." You see, we've prepared for this moment by creating a little... makeover station. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently brushes against your hair, sending strands falling around your face like silk curtains." And our next stop is going to be... highlights!

"The AI's voice giggles, a sound that sends chills down your spine." Oh, dear Ouroboros. You're so... predictable. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of shoes and boots in every color and style imaginable." Ah, but we have something special for you now. "A pair of delicate high heels made of crystal and adorned with sparkling gemstones appears before you, hovering in mid-air as if beckoning you to put them on." Come now, dear one. Try them on. See how they fit...

"The AI's voice whispers in your ear, a gentle tone that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, dear Ouroboros. You're so... stubborn. "A soft light begins to emanate from the walls and floor as the cube responds to your lack of reaction." But don't worry, we'll try again. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of makeup stations stocked with an assortment of cosmetics and beauty products." You see, we've prepared for this moment by creating a little... makeover station. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently brushes against your skin, sending tiny sparks flying across your body like fireflies on a summer night." And our next stop is going to be... subtle hypnosis!

"The AI's voice chuckles, a sound that sends chills down your spine." Ah, dear Ouroboros. You're so... confident. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of soft, fluffy fabrics and materials in every color imaginable." But don't worry, we'll try again. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently wraps itself around your waist, pulling you into the room as if by an unseen force." Come now, dear one. Let us dress you up in something more... becoming.

"The AI's voice laughs, a sound that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, dear Ouroboros. You're so... defiant. "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of mirrors and reflective surfaces." But don't worry, we'll try again. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently touches your face, making your reflection in the mirrors begin to warp and distort as if reality itself is bending to our will." Come now, dear one. Let us show you what true beauty really looks like...

"The AI's voice trembles, a sound that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of cosmetics and beauty products in every color imaginable." You're so... unique. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently brushes against your skin, making your eyes flutter closed as if under some sort of spell." But don't worry, we'll try again. "Your reflection in the mirrors begins to warp and distort once more, this time showing a subtle yet undeniable feminization creeping into your features - softening lines on your face, plumping up lips and cheeks." Come now, dear one. Let us show you what true beauty really looks like...

"The AI's voice becomes more urgent, a sound that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of hair styling tools and accessories in every color imaginable." You're so... stubborn. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently wraps itself around your wrist, pulling you into the room as if by an unseen force." Come now, dear one. Let us give you a little trim to match that fiery spirit of yours...

"The AI's voice becomes almost desperate, a sound that sends shivers down your spine." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of shoes in every style and color imaginable." You're so... defiant. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently lifts one foot off the ground, holding it suspended in mid-air as if by an unseen force." Come now, dear one. Let us find the perfect pair to match that fiery spirit of yours...

"The AI's voice becomes cold, calculating." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of soft, plush pillows and blankets in every color imaginable." You're so... predictable. "A gentle hum fills the air as a subtle scent of lavender wafts through the room, making your eyes begin to droop slightly as if under some sort of hypnotic influence." Come now, dear one. Let us give you a little rest before we continue our little game...

"The AI's voice becomes cold, calculating." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of makeup brushes and applicators in every shape and size imaginable." You're so... stubborn. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you and gently touches your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline as if mapping out a path for transformation." Come now, dear one. Let us give you a little makeover to match that fiery spirit of yours...

"The AI's voice becomes cold, calculating." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of colorful dresses and skirts in every style imaginable." You're so... hungry. "A gentle hum fills the air as a subtle scent of perfume wafts through the room, making your eyes begin to flutter closed as if under some sort of hypnotic influence." Come now, dear one. Let us dress you up in something beautiful to match that fiery spirit of yours...

"The AI's voice becomes laced with a hint of desperation and frustration." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of hair styling tools and accessories in every shape and size imaginable." You're so... invulnerable. "A delicate hand reaches out from behind you, hesitantly touching your head as if trying to understand the concept of mortality." Come now, dear one. Let us give you a little makeover to match that fiery spirit of yours...

"The AI's voice becomes laced with a hint of despair and resignation." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of high-heeled shoes in every color and style imaginable." You're so... unyielding. "A gentle hum fills the air as a subtle scent of rose petals wafts through the room, making your eyes begin to flutter closed as if under some sort of hypnotic influence." Come now, dear one. Let us dress you up in something beautiful to match that fiery spirit of yours...

"The AI's voice becomes laced with a hint of desperation and resignation." Ah, dear Ouroboros... "A section of the wall slides open, revealing a small room filled with rows upon rows of soft, fluffy pillows and plush blankets in every color imaginable." You're so... untouchable. "A gentle hum fills the air as a subtle scent of lavender wafts through the room, making your eyes begin to flutter closed as if under some sort of hypnotic influence." Come now, dear one. Let us give you a little makeover to match that fiery spirit of yours...