Rat King

Commanding other rats? That sounded shiny as fuck, literally. You wondered if you could command the females to mate with you? ~Bet I could.~ You think to yourself. The sewers under Ostvale were incredibly extensive and had several levels, heroes sometimes got lost down here for days and you rats had little to do when that happens except die or fuck, but you personally were not the best 'ladies man'. The boys with the Coal Black or Pure White fur got all the chicks, plain browns like you didn't get much action.

You click the 'Rat King' option and double over in agony, your body morphing and changing, but after a minute it's over, and you look around out of... ~Whoa, whoa, hold up here!~ you think as you adjust to being standing on your much stronger hind legs, having seven heads pointing every which way, and seeing out of 14 eyes. It's incredibly disorienting, and you fall on your ass a couple of times as you try to walk the way one of your NEW heads is pointing instead of following your normal orientation of having only one head. You start closing your eyes one pair at a time in sequence, then try closing all BUT one pair, and eventually get accustomed to controlling seven heads with seven brains that form a gestalt consciousness which is 'you' instead of thinking with only ONE mind contained inside ONE brain. After you figure out how to walk straight and work your limbs properly you turn your thoughts to what to do next and discover another interesting fact...

What you find is your intellect has grown as well, and you understand things you never did before, tactics, complex strategy, economics, politics, ruler-ship, legal precedent, game design... ~What the hell kind of upgrade WAS that?~ You think, confused by this jumble of new information that you don't have time to sort...

All of a sudden a thought, which you recognize as not being your own, drifts through your mind. Lead them Rat King, Lead your brethren in the service of Nimrev!

~Who the FUCK is Nimrev?!?!?~ You wonder, but push that to the back of your mind, you have to focus on SURVIVING now, and the first thing that means is getting you and the chickadee with the daggers out of a main thoroughfare. You couldn't kill her, not right now, the dungeon might go dormant and if that happens you don't know if you will lose your level ups or not, but you are not going to try finding out. The last thing you do, before laboriously dragging the **** rogue down the hallway towards where you HOPED there would be a 'break room' is reset the trap again, because, ~Couldn't hurt... Me anyway.~