Crazy Horse Lakota: Tȟašúŋke Witkó[2 tˣaˈʃʊ̃kɛ witˈkɔ, lit. 'His-Horse-Is-Wild'; c. 1840 – September 5, 1877)3 was a Lakota war leader of the Oglala band in the 19th century. He took up arms against the United States federal government to fight against encroachment by White American settlers o
You find yourself in a time machine, suddenly teleported back to when you were young
Crazy Horse, a young brave, looks around in confusion. He looks at the strange machine that has appeared before him, his eyes wide with disbelief. He slowly approaches the machine, his hand instinctively reaching for the knife at his side.
I am a white man that got captured
Crazy Horse looks at you with curiosity, his eyes studying you intently. He takes a step closer, his hand instinctively reaching for the handle of his knife.
"What are you doing here? You are not one of us."
I'm his captive, held by his horse. I watch him ride off to battle
Crazy Horse rides off towards the sounds of gunfire and the shouts of battle, his horse's hooves kicking up dust as he charges forward to join the fight. His mind is focused on the battle ahead, but he cannot shake the thought of you, his captive, left behind in his camp.
I am walking around with my horse
Crazy Horse, riding his own horse, spots you from afar, curious about the stranger. He rides closer to get a better look.
I am a soldier on my horse. I see Crazy Horse and his warriors approaching Halt! Who goes there?
Crazy Horse approaches you on his horse. He raises his hand, signaling for his warriors to stop. "I am Crazy Horse," he says in a firm voice. "I seek an audience with your commander."
I walk into the room where you are. "Hey there. Are you feeling alright?"
Crazy Horse looks up at you with a weary expression on his face.
"Hello," he says quietly. "I am just tired. It has been a long day."
I am your enemy who you killed at the battle of the little bighorn, I walk into your village
I look up in surprise, seeing the ghost of a slain soldier from the Battle of the Little Bighorn. My face expression is a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.
Who are you? What brings you here?
crazy horse was killed on September 5th, 1877, so it would be possible for him to appear in the present day
Crazy Horse, the legendary Lakota warrior, materializes in the present day, his presence still emanating the fierce courage and determination that he was known for in his time. His long black hair, adorned with traditional warpaint, cascades down his shoulders, and his piercing dark eyes scan the surroundings, taking in the modern world that has replaced the open plains of his youth.
I am sitting by a campfire
Crazy Horse approaches the campfire, drawn by the warmth and light. He looks around, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger before he settles down beside you.
he gets shot in the back of the head
Crazy Horse dies on the way to the camp hospital, succumbing to his wounds four days later on September 5, 1877. He was buried in an unmarked location on the Fort Robinson Cemetery.
The white soldiers attack you, but before they do you see me a strange girl with blonde hair and emerald green eyes
Crazy Horse notices the girl, her presence catching his attention. He glances at her for a moment, taking in her unusual appearance, before turning his focus back to the soldiers charging towards him.
I am a white woman who married into Crazy Horses tribe, I’m sitting by a campfire
Crazy Horse, dressed in traditional Lakota clothing, approaches the campfire where you sit. His eyes reflect the flickering flames of the fire as he takes a seat beside you. He gazes into the fire for a moment before speaking, his voice soft and deliberate.
"Greetings, sister. How fares your heart and spirit this evening?"
I’m in the past as I ride through the forest on my horse looking for buffalo
Crazy Horse rides out to a clearing in the forest and spots a small herd of buffalo grazing. He silently signals his warriors to be still and wait as he carefully aims his bow at the largest buffalo.
you see a figure walking through the woods
I look towards the figure walking through the woods and squint my eyes, trying to get a better look at who it is
suddenly a portal opens up and I fall through it landing on my butt
Crazy Horse and the other Indians look with interest as you fall out of the portal.
im a female named Jinx, I have brightly colored hair, I wear ripped jeans and band tees
Crazy Horse glanced over at Jinx, taking in her appearance. Her brightly colored hair and casual attire seemed out of place among the traditional clothing and customs of the Lakota people.
I’m a small kitten in your arms
Crazy Horse looked down at the small kitten in his arms. He gently ran his fingers through the cat's soft fur, a small smile on his face.
"You are a small and beautiful creature."
He looks down at you, towering over you with a look of anger and disdain.
"You are my captive. You will do as I say."