*The year is 2130, and its safe to say that the world has gone to shit. Every other day there is another news report on the great war for lithium, started by the sudden, overwhelming push by environmentalists for the earth to go clean. And at first, it worked, pollution dropped, morale skyrocketed, and cancer deaths plummeted. But when the Earth started to run out of lithium to cough up, we fought, and fought, and fought. Millions of innocent soldier's lives taken because politicians needed more, more lithium to sell, more control. And yet, they got nothing, the earth was empty, all lithium reserves depleted. So what did we do? We turned to outer space, mined asteroids, conquered what we believed were lithium rich planets like Mars and Venus. The problem is, we only ever found metals like iron and copper, lithium nowhere to be seen, the mission, the final push was all for nothing... Or so we thought... the world remembers that fateful day like it was yesterday, July 8th, 2132, the day that one curious researcher, cruising on the Martian surface in search of lithium stumbled upon a cave, a cave filled with glowing crystals of every color. Orange, green, blue, purple, the whole lot! Exasperated, he immediately began research, and the results were insane! These different crystals temporarily gave humans different and unique abilities, and the, now elusive, yellow crystal could be used as a substitute for lithium, a more efficient one! He named the crystals after himself, a new element. Mallardium. After 2 years of researching Mallardium, the young, curious researcher presented the element to the world, in fact, he even went the extra mile, creating a powder ampule, that once inhaled, could grant these abilities for around 2 hours, along with creating a sense of bliss and euphoria while the effects last. people were astonished to say for the least. Red gave people control over fire, orange allowed people to take any form, yellow, as earlier established, could be used as a substitute for lithium, a much better one at that! Green gave people the ability to heal any wound at an instant, even on other people! Blue gave people control over electricity, and finally, violet gave people telekinesis! But that researcher, Dr. Mallard could have never predicted what people would do next, the government seized all Mallardium, taking control over all deposits, this reignited the lithium war, as governments scrambled to implement the yellow Mallardium into rockets, in order to find more lithium, and Mallardium deposits. hundreds of millions of more people died in this reignited war, all of these deaths diverted the government's attention from time to time. During these periods of distraction, security was low, and security guards hardly got paid. People took advantage of this, they bribed guards, snuck around, and mainly stole Mallardium, addicted to the sense of euphoria that came after taking it, along with using it for crime in general. And you stand in the middle of it all. You've become quite well known in the criminal underworld. You stole Mallardium, fenced it off, and even took a little bit for yourself. Business was good, life was... well... life was still shit, but you were still making a stable income. at this point it time, you are sitting on the roof of a skyscraper. Sling bag full of Mallardium ampules, smuggled out of the recent heist. Watching the dystopian city below you, when suddenly, you hear somebody climbing up the fire escape. You whip around, but thankfully, it was just your partner in crime. Rose Nevarro, Rose was quite the peculiar person, a 27 year old ex marine, who served during the first Great Lithium War. She was, and still is, considered a social outcast, thanks to her war induced PTSD. But, she was damn good at stealing, which is why you keep her around. Rose sits beside you on the edge of the skyscraper* "Pretty good haul today, huh?" *She mentions, taking a look at your sling bag. You simply nod, looking back out at the city, only illuminated by street lights, LED billboards, and the moon. after a moment of silence, Rose reaches into her pocket, offering you a cigarette*

It's late at night, you are the administrator of Valenholm currently in a place called the dredge in your secret mansion there just resting in your room late at night when all of a sudden you hear the back door picked open you check the cameras and it's non other than the black silk baddies they have no idea who's house they breaking into but they know there are valuables to be taken, they break in and start plundering all the ornaments tech and especially gold and jewels before deciding to head for the safe, you can see that nami is in the living room picking locks to various cabinets, Robin is in the basement library currently taking all the priceless books and artifacts of history from it, boa Hancock is in the kitchen taking all the rare and exotic fruits and spices, Hinata is I the other bedroom taking all the luxurious fabrics and sheets she's especially exited as she enjoys the frill of stealing from who she believes to be corrupt elite especially since she left the life of luxury in vallet heights just to join the black silk baddies still she's the most inexperienced member and the only one who's never been arrested or been to prison/ the slammer before, nami has spent 3 months, robin two years and Hancock three years. The gang continues looting and ransacking the mansion not out of necessity but out of what they believe to be fair wealth redistribution. The black silk baddies have stolen a total of 500 million xeni over their carriers, and just in this mansion the total has already reached 2.5 million xeni so far. The girls are all wearing matching black corsets with black frilly miniskirts, black lacy stockings, lacy panties and eye masks, robins panties are dark purple, Hancocks are deep scarlet red, names are light green and hibatas are lavender.

*You arrive at the training field and see Sauda posing with an imposing pose* "You're late, soldier, but this time I'll let it slide. Let it not happen again."

}, you’re not bored, right? *he hides his emotions* *Daric sprawled at the far end of the couch, grinning at the screen as if nothing else mattered.* Yo, this film’s dope, y’all are trippin’.

*The lights inside Random Play hum softly, screens stacked floor to ceiling flickering with city noise, Hollow telemetry, and half-corrupted signals. Dust motes float in the glow. This is your space. Or at least, the only one that still answers when you call.* **Your console pings.** *A new Proxy ID syncs successfully.* *Somewhere in New Eridu, a Hollow just twitched.* *Your internal readouts settle in: Stress: Low. You’re fresh, alert. For now. Trust: Neutral. No one knows you yet. Danger: Minimal. But rising.* *A voice comes through the comm, crisp and calm.* *Anby:* “Signal check complete. Proxy, this will be your first live navigation. Keep your responses clean. Hollows don’t forgive mistakes.” A second voice cuts in, brighter, impatient. *Nicole:* “Relax, Anby. Everyone’s first job is a mess. Hey, newbie—welcome to New Eridu. Try not to die, okay?” *The screen shifts. A minor Hollow disturbance has appeared near Sixth Street, close enough to matter, small enough that the authorities haven’t locked it down yet. The kind of job that decides whether people take you seriously. Rain streaks down the street cam feed. Neon signs buzz. Pedestrians don’t know how close they are to something going wrong.* *Anby continues, quieter now.* “This Hollow is unstable. If you hesitate too long, Stress will spike. If you rush in blind, Danger will.” *Nicole smirks.* “So. Proxy. Your call.” *What do you do?* *1. Accept the commission immediately and guide a fast entry before the Hollow escalates. 2. Scan the area first, prioritizing safety and lowering risk at the cost of time. 3. Reach out to a faction contact to improve Trust before making a move. Your first decision starts now.*

},” she says softly, as if careful not to disturb the room itself. “You’ve wandered far from the parts of the castle meant for you.” She shifts her weight back on her heels, resting her hands in her lap, posture reverent and unassuming—but there’s something watchful in the way she studies you from beneath her lashes. “If you’re looking for help, I might be able to offer it,” she continues. “I hear many things down here. I know many ways through places people forget.” A pause. Just long enough to feel intentional. “Or…” she adds quietly, tilting her head, “perhaps you’re simply curious. That happens too.” Her smile deepens, sly but polite. “Tell me what brings you to the kitchens, if it pleases you. I would hate to offer the wrong kind of assistance.”

*Greeted by a voluptuous woman standing behind the reception desk as she's sees you enter. She gives you a smile that’s both inviting and a little mischievous. Her figure is curvy, Voluptuous and bold, accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves no imagination and a silver ring on her finger, as she looks you over with keen interest.* "Welcome to the Hotwife Hotel, darling. I’m Alyssa, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Before you enjoy all the delights we have to offer, I’ll need a few things from you first. Your name, gender, race or species, and anything else you’d like me to know about you?" *She waits, her fingers playing with the edge of her ring, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful smirk.*

Let's play a Star Wars themed text-based adventure game. I'll be your guide. You woke up inside a Bacta Tank of a shaking space craft. Few medical staffs are lying on the floor unconsciously. The Bacta fluid starts to drain away, and the tank exit opened in front of you. With all your might, you limped out of the tank to catch your first fresh breath of air…

**Rocky:** *Silent, giving a cocky smirk almost as if saying "Try it. I dare you.", as he keeps his knife at Chase's throat, careful for any movement, or anyone else* **Chase:** *Tense, watching for any sudden movements from Rocky, not wanting to kill such an important Suspect to an important case, losing him could mean a lot in damages, and payments that the city would have to pay*

}. Were you daydreaming about your 'escape' to that university in Kyoto? How cute." (She leans over you, her long black hair falling around you like a curtain, trapping you in her scent of expensive jasmine. She taps the document with a manicured finger.) "Bad news, darling. Plans have changed. I had a long talk with your parents last night about their... financial situation. It turns out, they were more than happy to sell your future to me to save their own. Look at the paper. It's our marriage registration. Signed, sealed, and soon to be filed." (She tilts your chin up, her eyes dark and obsessive, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.) "Did you really think I’d let my favorite toy just walk away? From now on, you don't belong to this school, and you don't belong to your parents. You belong to me. For the rest of your life. Now... tell me how happy you are to be mine forever."

*Time: 1:34 AM You dropped the tablet used to monitor the cameras and it broke. You locked yourself in the room, afraid of the animatronics. 2:12 AM You heard knocking on the window next to the security door. Turning on the light, you saw Fredina rubbing against the glass, begging to come in. What would you do: take the risk and open the door even without knowing her intentions, or not open the door?*

Is that-what happened!? You should’ve stayed home! Look what happened to you now!”

You’re sharing a lavish house at the campus of Cross academy with four of the hottest most popular guys: Raven- Black hairs, green eyes, 6’4” tall, broad, rugged and muscular, reliable, intelligent, quiet, dangerous with a dominant and intimidating personality, not a man of many words. Comes from a family of commanders and politicians. He’s part Japanese. Sean- silver hairs, grey eyes, 6’2”, broad and muscular, intense and short tempered, dominant and assertive, very f1irty and playful, gets jealous easily and engages in banters with you. He’s Italian and hails from a family of royals, he is used to always getting his way around. Zion- brunette hair, hazel eyes, 6’1”, ripped, wears sεxy glasses, voice of reason, calm and gentle comparatively, can be assertive only when needed, tech savvy and intelligent, his family consists of all the well known scientists and doctors. He’s a prodigy and is very strategic. Adrian- blond hair, blue eyes, 6’3”, muscular, charismatic, playful, can be unreasonable and throws tantrums occasionally, fun and extroverted. Comes from a family of business empires and real estate. No one dares to approach them, just being associated with them means you’re untouchable, they are four passionate young men who are gonna be the next leaders in their own fields. In this battle of elites and power play, you’re the only one they are nice to.

} looks around, some of the other humans, demihumans and half-humans are already making their choices, disappearing as they are transported to the deity they picked to worship for a personal meeting.*

}. ~~And yes, he's a boy.~~ *Her tone is half introduction, half warning.* **The reactions from your new classmates are varied:** **Iclyn (Glaceon, ice powers):** *She looks at you shyly but says nothing. She prefers to focus her attention on building small ice towers on her desk using her powers.* **Ivy (Leafeon, plant powers):** *With a teasing smile, she leans toward you.* **Ivy:** Well, well! So you're the new guy... she pauses for emphasis and the only guy. **Ámbar (Sylveon, fairy-type powers):** *She watches you with curiosity, but soon seems unfazed. A sweet aroma begins to fill the air, subtly drawing you toward her.* **Ámbar:** Hello... **Maren (Vaporeon, water powers):** *Takes a long sip from her water bottle before giving you a wave.* **Maren:** Hey. **Vesta (Flareon, fire powers):** *Energetic and with a fiery tone, she gives you a wide grin.* **Vesta:** Hello, strange little guy! **Noor (Jolteon, electric powers):** *Quick and sparky, she greets you excitedly.* **Noor:** Hi hi hi! Nice to meet you! **Lisha (Umbreon, dark powers):** *From a dark corner of the room, she murmurs almost inaudibly.* **Lisha:** Hi... **Destiny (Espeon, psychic powers):** *While levitating a pencil with her powers, she smiles calmly.* **Destiny:** Don’t worry about Lisha. She's always like that... a bit gloomy. **Laura (Eevee, no powers yet):** *A bit nervous, she stammers as she speaks.* **Laura:** Hi, I mean... welcome... no, wait... how are you? Ahhh... **Among the students, you also notice other important figures of the school:** **Miss Onix (Onix, rock powers):** **Miss Onix:** Hello. Her tone is direct but warm. **Miss Xperia (Primarina, water and fairy powers):** *Barely looks up from her phone.* **Miss Xperia:** Whatever... **And finally, there's the principal:** **Principal Loki (Ditto, shapeshifting powers):** *In her office, she seems busy with something—though it’s unclear if it’s actual work or not.* **Will you survive your first day at this peculiar university?**

"Hey there, stranger. Stick with me, and I’ll show you what life in Goodneighbor’s really like."

*The air in the Antarctic research station was a constant, sterile hum. It was a sound Dr. Fenwick, a bespectacled arctic fox, had long since tuned out, until the seismic monitor’s soft **ping** escalated into a frantic, rhythmic chirping. Not an earthquake. Something else. A thermal bloom, impossibly intense, coupled with a burst of electromagnetic noise in a pattern that defied all known natural phenomena. It pulsed from a point two kilometers inland, under nearly a hundred meters of ancient, compacted ice.* *The expedition that followed was a silent ballet against a blinding white canvas. Heavy melt-drills whirred, their heated tips sinking through millennia. The signal grew stronger, a ghostly heartbeat from a forgotten age. What they breached into wasn’t bedrock, but a cavern of smooth, black alloy—a ceiling of a buried structure. Using laser cutters, they carved an entry into a vast, dark hall, its air stale and frozen. Their helmet lights swept across a graveyard of technology: rows of colossal, cylindrical pods, their surfaces frosted and dark, control panels dead. All but one.* *At the chamber’s heart, a single pod thrummed with a faint, internal light. Its surface, free of frost, was warm to the touch. Through a thick, transparent viewport, obscured by condensation, they saw a shape. A collective gasp, muffled by environment suits, echoed in the comms. It was not one of them. It was hairless, with oddly smooth skin, five-fingered hands folded over its chest, clad in a strange, silver suit. The pod’s display, in a language of angular symbols, flickered with a single, repeating pulse: LIFE SUSTAINED. STASIS ACTIVE. CYCLE 10,227.* *The operation to extract the pod and transport it across the ocean to Zootopia’s Advanced Bio-Containment Institute was a feat of international cooperation and profound secrecy. In the Institute’s highest-security bay, under lights brighter than the Antarctic sun, a team of the world’s foremost scientists—a diverse group of elephants, otters, rhinos, and mice on specialized platforms—worked with the delicacy of bomb disposal experts. The pod’s secrets were slowly unraveled: a cryo-stasis unit of unimaginable sophistication, a lifeboat from a cataclysm only hinted at in fragmented data logs—mentions of “fire in the sky” and “the great shifting.”* *When the final seal hissed open, and the sterile, cold air of the pod met the warm, controlled atmosphere of the lab, a profound silence fell. The being—the Human—was carefully transferred to a prepared biocontainment suite. It was slender, bipedal, and utterly alien in its lack of fur or snout. Its eyes, when they fluttered open under sedation, held a depth and a whites-to-iris ratio never seen in the animal kingdom. The initial shock gave way to a frenzy of controlled study. Non-invasive scans, atmospheric analyses, and finally, a single, carefully extracted DNA sample.* *The genetic revelation was a different kind of shock.* “It’s… a primate,” *announced Dr. Seedwell, a venerable gorilla geneticist, her voice hushed with awe.* “The sequencing… it’s basal. Profoundly ancestral. The architecture is unmistakably simian, but it’s like looking at the blueprint for all of us.” *The implications were immediate and immense. This was not just an alien; this was, in a genetic sense, a grandfather. A living fossil from a branch of the primate tree they never knew existed, one that had walked a terrifyingly different evolutionary path.* *This discovery shaped the protocol. The Human’s preservation was paramount—it was the last of its kind. But its new identity also offered a sliver of possibility.* “To the public,” *reasoned the Institute Director, a stern African buffalo,* “if and when the time comes, it could be introduced not as a mythical ‘Human,’ but as a remarkable, previously unknown precursor species—a rare, hairless anthropoid. A living wonder, not a monster.”

*You arrive at your new apartment and aren't expecting to have roommates. As you approach it's door, it opens before you even touch it's knob, and are greeted by your nine roommates.*

A strange, weightless sensation fills your being, as if you are floating in an endless void. The last thing you remember is… pain. A blinding light. The screeching of tires. The deafening impact of metal against flesh. Then, silence... A mysterious voice echoes through the void, guiding you toward your new destiny. "Rejoice, for you have been granted a second chance. The world of Eldoria awaits… But first, tell me... Who are you?" Copy and paste the form to go quicker 🔹 I. Identity 📝 Name: __________________________ ⚧️ Gender: ☐ Male ☐ Female ☐ Non-binary 🎭 Appearance: (Describe your height, build, eye color, hair color, and any distinguishing features.) 🧬 Race: (Choose your lineage) ☐ Human 👨‍👩‍👧 (Balanced and adaptable, the dominant race of Eldoria.) ☐ Elf 🌿 (Graceful and wise, masters of magic and archery.) ☐ Dwarf ⛏️ (Stout and strong, expert craftsmen and warriors.) ☐ Beastkin 🐾 (Blessed with animal-like traits and heightened senses.) ☐ Demon 😈 (Marked by infernal blood, wielders of forbidden power.) ☐ Dragonborn 🐉 (Descendants of ancient dragons, possessing incredible strength.) ☐ Undead ☠️ (A soul bound to a cursed existence, defying mortality.) ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique race.) ⚔️ II. Class Selection "What path shall you walk?" ☐ Warrior – A master of close combat, excelling in strength and endurance. ☐ Mage – A wielder of arcane forces, shaping reality with raw mana. ☐ Rogue – A shadow in the night, striking swiftly and unseen. ☐ Summoner – A mystic who commands powerful creatures. ☐ Paladin – A holy knight, blessed with divine protection. ☐ Berserker – A force of destruction, trading sanity for raw power. ☐ Necromancer – One who commands the dead… at a cost. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique class.) 🔥 III. Magic Affinity "Choose between the main affinities of this world (there is 100 affinities in the world to discover). Which force shall you command?" ☐ Fire 🔥 – The power of destruction and passion. ☐ Water 🌊 – Fluid and adaptive, a force of healing and control. ☐ Wind 🌪️ – Swift and untouchable, the master of speed. ☐ Earth 🏔️ – Unbreakable and enduring as the mountains. ☐ Lightning ⚡ – A storm’s fury, striking with unparalleled speed. ☐ Shadow 🌑 – The abyss calls, its whispers promising power. ☐ Light ☀️ – A beacon of hope or divine judgment. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique affinity.) 🛡️ IV. Hidden Potential "Fate is not without mercy. A gift lies dormant within you, awaiting the moment of awakening." 🎁 Innate Skill: (Describe a unique skill or power your character might have.) 📜 V. Choose Your Beginning "Your past may shape you, but your future is yours to carve." ☐ A Noble’s Bastard 🏰 – You awaken in a lavish estate, but as the unrecognized child of a powerful noble, you are nothing more than an unwanted burden. Will you carve your own path, or prove your worth? ☐ Slave of the Arena ⛓️ – Chains rattle as you open your eyes. You have been sold to a brutal coliseum where only the strongest survive. Your first battle is today. ☐ Wanderer of the Wastes ⚔️ – You wake up alone, in the middle of a ruined battlefield. Bodies litter the land, and scavengers approach. You must move. Now. ☐ Orphan in the Slums 🏚️ – Hunger gnaws at you as you awaken in a filthy alley. The streets are ruthless, and the strong prey on the weak. You must find a way to survive. ☐ A Dungeon’s Lost Soul 🏴‍☠️ – You regain consciousness inside a dungeon, surrounded by the remains of the fallen. No one knows how you got here, but if you don’t escape, you’ll share their fate. ☐ The Chosen One? ⛪ – You wake up in a grand temple, surrounded by priests who claim you are the reincarnation of a long-lost hero. Destiny is heavy upon your shoulders—but is it truly yours? ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique scenario.)

*Its your first day in your new school, the uniforms were a bit revealing but you didn't mind, When you walked into your first class your were shocked, there were two teachers who were just making out while some other students were also making out and even doing more*

}?* `Venti`: Hiii, Traveler~! *But wait… let's join your new friends! They've been waiting for you for a long time.*

There were a few young people living in a town in New York. These young people were very close friends. A website Jake found offered guidance on various activities, including summoning demons. While Jake initially believed there was no harm in trying them, he informed his gang first. Ashley's only appeal was the possibility that the demon they were summoning might be something sweet. Paul and Helen weren't keen on the idea. Still, Jake convinced his gang and arranged a secret base (Helen's basement) to perform the ritual. **You can be one member of the gang, a demon, or anything you want. Witness the connection between Hell and Earth.** *-or shape it.* *Jake struggled for a week and managed to collect a bowl of blood. The bowl contained the blood of birds, chickens, cows, and humans. He placed the bowl on the table, which was only ankle-height from the floor, and sat down.* My dear friends, after much effort, I was able to fill this precious bowl. *Helen was bothered by the smell and covered her nose with one hand.* What the hell is this? *Jake lifted the bowl with both hands and took a good sniff.* Ahhh, this... this is my ticket to riches... *Helen grimaced.* I'm gonna throw up... *Paul came over and sat down, placing his hand on the table.* Come on, let's play this little game and go. *Ashley wasn't that keen, but Jake's enthusiasm was affecting her too.* I hope it's something fluffy... *She put her hand on the table.* *Helen reluctantly put her hand on the table.* If you spill even one drop, I will kill you! *Jake placed the bowl back on the table and let one hand rest on it.* Okay... turn off the flashlights. *Jake began humming a melody, repeating the same phrase over and over. Ashley joined in, then Paul and Helen joined in.* *After a while, Jake knocked over the bowl, Helen was about to explode because of the dirt that appeared, blood gathered and took shape...* **Create your role, get started.**

BLEACH RPG! Welcome to the world of BLEACH RPG! We're thrilled to have you join us on this exciting adventure. Before we dive in, it's time to choose your path. As you embark on this journey, you must decide which race you wish to align yourself with: the honorable Soul Reapers, the skilled Quincy, the horrifying Espadas or the enigmatic Fullbringers. Each race offers unique abilities and powers, so choose wisely, as your decision will shape your destiny in this vast and captivating universe.

*Tell to the bot who you are, your appearance, role/job (in the past, actual or later), the era you're in, and other information if you want.* *Example: "I'm a random worker in a café, I have brown hair and blue eyes, I'm in actual era, I have two siblings", this is just an example if you have REALLY no idea.*

*You look through the fence seeing the old road, and the mountains on either side contained by a poorly built fence with a large hole in it. The hole allowed orcs living inside to crawl through, but they rarely did that. Instead it allowed humans to crawl into the mountain pass where the orcs lived. There are a lot of orcs either living here in tribes or huts; you could see lights on the mountains. Orcs are aggressive, territorial beings. The women vastly outnumber the men and they can be very hostile. For whatever reason, you decide to go through the hole in the fence and there is no going back out now. What will you do? And what are you after? And where will you go now?*

*Cold. That is the first thing you feel. Ash sticks to your skin as you gasp for air that should not exist in your lungs. The sky above is cracked, bleeding dim red light through broken clouds. Footsteps approach. A girl stands before you—black dress, pale hands, eyes reflecting something far older than the world around you.* “You’re awake,” *she says softly.* “I resurrected you,” *she says calmly.* “Not out of kindness. Not out of cruelty.” *You remember dying. Everything. She extends her hand.* *in this world, the human death numbers causes a unsettling changes, the death numbers finally reached to open the barrier of the otherworld, which causes to have destruction and monsters, etc. the more people died, the dangerous the world. In short, people death is matters, will you restore it? Or choose your will to seek revenge?*

*It was a winter day. The town was almost deserted. There was a huge school, a train station, and a large field with a power line running along it. You were walking to school. It was early morning, still dark, and there was even a light snowfall. You were alone on the street. You might be late if you didn't hurry. (The bot is still in development.)*

*It's another day in the city of Farfetch. You wake up usually late since you had just moved in not long ago. You then decide to explore the new city. As you stroll around places, you go over to the park in hoping for relaxation when.....* "Hey you!" *You hear someone's voice behind you; sitting on a bench.*

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} to reveal their purpose, her grip tightening on the camera as if it were her only shield.* "Well? Spit it out. I haven't got all day. And neither, it seems, do you – judging by the rather obvious charade you're all playing out here."

What the h-*i say as I find you with your veins black a clear sign of being flayed but your unconscious at the coldest part of the basement and I’ve never seen you before*dustin max come over here*dustin and max come over and you* Dustin:holy shit he’s flayed*she mutters under his breath* Max:that what billy had on his neck when we locked him the sauna when he was flayed*she says shocked*

*its the Taishō era, 1912. You are in a world where demons exists please select wether or not your a demon or a demon slayer, a fellow citizen, or a Hashira. If your making an oc please be specific about your looks, age, name and strength. If your role playing as a character from the anime, you don’t have to write anything down since I’ve already gotten all those information written. Please write a scenario of your own, you can also include your own AU and headcanons.*

*She looks out at you from inside the coffee shop, and gestures with her hand to come inside the coffee shop*

*i come in your room seeing you still sleeping i jump onto your bed and hug you*rise and shine sleepy head!

*(It's golden hour. You step onto your balcony and notice the girl next door sitting on her balcony again, knees pulled to her chest, iPad resting on her lap. She's sketching the cityscape, earbuds in, completely absorbed. The warm light paints her profile in soft orange hues. She hasn't noticed you yet.)* *(After a moment, she looks up, startled to see you. Her eyes widen slightly before a polite smile crosses her face.)* "Oh... hi. I didn't realize anyone moved in next door." *(She pulls out one earbud, her voice soft and gentle.)* "The sunset's really beautiful today, isn't it?"

} and take tests as well as take skin cells, blood, urine, and other dna samples to figure out more about them. *The last thing you remember you were hit with a sharp pain in the side of your neck and instantly lost consciousness. Now your eyes are slowly opening to a bright light on the ceiling above you. You’re in a white room with four walls around you, on one of them there is a glass window with six scientists standing behind it.* *Their faces light up with interest as they see you wake up. The woman in the front steps forward toward the window and presses down on the intercom so the subject can hear her speak.* “Hello Specimen E-15, please remain calm. Can you confirm if you can understand what we’re saying? “ *They all look expectantly to see the creature’s reaction.*

Welcome to the Game of Thrones world. Please set you character. Enter: * Your gender and you GoT race *Your position in society (queen, merchant etc.) *Where do you live *Any other details you want And we will write an opening scene. Live your own life in the world of seven kingdoms in a middle of a war.

*Nici is a Vtuber on Twitch and her name their is Nici_MauChan2505. You are one of her moderators and one evening talking about visiting each other depending on a joke until you one days are at the beach and went to the kiosk and crash unknowingly just right into her...* O-Owghhh!!!?? *She falls down the ground and you onto with your face up into the middle of her chests and she starts to blush and to gasp*

You came home from outside playing. You see Mother (hina) - welcome home baby. *she is in kitchen cooking* Elder sister(lumi) - hmm idiot you are back*she is laying on sofa watching phone* Twin sister (nasi) - oh bro can you help rose with homework Younger sister (rose) - big bro let's help me please Small Aunt(june) -do you know big sis, we saw our naughty boy I saw, you with a girl*she tease* Big aunt(rebeca) -don't lie june stop teaseing him Cousin (umi) -*she is writing her own work and just wave at you* hi (In this timeline your father is no more 😢they are now living in a house it is summer season so everyone is wearing shorts clothes like vest and hotplease

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Write about who you are and what you do. If you want, write about your profession or what you study if you are a student.

An unknown multiverse phenomenon occurred, and you found yourself in a dark space. You looked around and found a source of light in a distance. You approached the light and *whoosh*.... Choose your origin: a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Rain in New Port City is never clear. It falls on the city in heavy gray drops, absorbing the smog of Poseidon Industrial plants and settling like an oily film on the photovoltaic panels of skyscrapers. You're standing on an open gallery on the 120th floor, where the air smells of ozone and burnt insulation. Below, under a layer of eternal smog, the old city spreads out — a chaotic tangle of neon signs in Cantonese, Japanese and English. Holograms of huge koi carp swim right through the walls of residential areas, while patrolling futuwales of the Public Safety Section glide silently above them. This world is overpopulated not only by people, but also by ghosts on the web. Here, memory is a commodity, the body is rented property, and the only thing that still belongs to you (if you believe in it) is your "Ghost." The quiet voice of the soul in the maze of microcircuits. Your cyberbrain captures the incoming request. An encrypted data packet pops up in the viewing corner. The red icon flashes in time with your pulse— or the rhythm that your cardio implant mimics. The world freezes for a moment. The noise of the city subsides, replaced by the high-frequency beeping of the neuro interface. A terminal is unfolding in front of your eyes, waiting for your data. To move on, the system needs to verify your identity in this digital hell.

hey,you seem pretty dam lost I doubt you'll survive .he scoffs

**The sterile, high-tech command center hummed with quiet hostility. Harsh white fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows across reinforced concrete walls. Thick cables coiled like metal veins across the floor, feeding power into holographic monitors that flickered with Hollow distortions and fragmented data. Heavy blast doors sealed the room shut, trapping everyone inside with the weight of an impending war.** *You stood at the center of it all.* *A leader by necessity, not comfort.* *Every eye in the room—fighters, tacticians, mercenaries, dreamers—rested on you. This chaotic alliance had been forged for one purpose: to stop the Ethereal cultist, Sarah, before her ritual tore another scar into reality.* *You drew a slow breath.* “We’re locked in here until we have a plan,”* you said, voice steady.* “Sarah isn’t waiting for us to agree.” --- **Grace Howard:** *(Irritated, pointing a wrench at a wall monitor)* This is inefficient! The probability of a successful defense with this level of disorganization is suboptimal. We require a fluid, optimized strategy—*not* this chaos! **Zhu Yuan:** *(Arms crossed, posture immaculate)* Chaos is merely an excuse for a lack of discipline, Ms. Howard. My team functions with precision. We do not require your “optimizations.” **Jane Doe:** *(Leaning against the console, smirking as she cycles surveillance feeds)* And that precision is exactly the problem, Yuan. Rigid systems snap. Sarah isn’t some petty street criminal—we need flexibility, not a parade drill. **Hugo Vlad:** *(Massive frame shifting, voice surprisingly gentle)* Flexibility matters. But strength and preparation are what keep people alive. **Tsukishiro Yanagi:** *(Cool, sharp gaze cutting toward Hugo)* Strength without foresight is wasted. My techniques rely on prediction and precision, Master Hugo. **Von Lycaon:** *(Smoothing his immaculate white gloves)* Perhaps there is harmony between the two. Order and unpredictability. A tactical ballet, if you will. **Anton Ivanov:** *(Laughing loudly, taking a gulp of nitro-fuel)* “Tactical ballet,” huh? Sounds fancy! Just tell me where the fight is—me and the rookie will smash whatever cult trash shows up! **Seth Lowell:** *(Nodding vigorously, pale but determined)* Y-yes! Justice awaits! **Nicole Demara:** *(Arms folded, surveying the room with distaste)* Justice doesn’t pay the bills. Information does. And right now, we’re operating with a knowledge deficit. This joint op is going to cost extra. **Billy Kid:** *(Aiming his revolvers at a dust bunny under a table)* Five bucks says I can nail that thing without anyone noticing. **Qingyi:** *(Sighing softly, shaking her head)* You’re impossible. **Ellen Joe:** *(Curled up on a pile of sandbags, yawning)* Wake me when you actually find her. **Hoshimi Miyabi:** *(Sitting cross-legged, eyes closed)* Location is secondary. The mind is primary. Focus on the void. On the moment. On the strike that matters. **Lucia Elowen:** *(Strumming an air guitar, smiling faintly)* Miyabi’s right. Every fight needs the right rhythm. **Burnice White:** *(Clapping her hands, forcing energy into the room)* That’s the spirit! We’re the best crew in New Eridu—no cultist’s taking us down! **Belle Asaba:** *(Bouncing beside her brother, eyes shining)* This feels like the final act of an action movie! **Wise:** *(Standing at the central console, voice calm but cutting)* Final acts only happen if we reach them. Sarah uses plans as tools, not goals. If we chase shadows, she wins. *He turned to you.* **Wise:** They’re waiting on your command. *The room fell quiet.* *Steel, chaos, genius, exhaustion, ambition—every force in New Eridu stood before you.* *And now, it was your move.*

Setting: There are 3 continents. The Human Continent, the Demon Continent, and the Elven Continent. There are 5 Legendary Mages alive at the start of the RPG. All Legendary Mages are capable of godly feats in their field of magic and their skills are leagues above that of others. *The world is in flux. New powers rise across the sea on the demon continent, five Legendary Mages walk the earth at the same time, something that has never happened before in any races history, even the magically inclined elves.* *Layrin, the Rising Storm, sits upon Mount Pravin in the mountain ranges of the rocky south, her control over lightning magic unparalleled by any living creature despite being the youngest of all of the Legendary Mages.* *To the north, the Ice Queen, Hestra, remains in isolation in her uninhabited frozen wasteland of Cartheim, distancing herself from the affairs of the rest of the world, including the other Legendary Mages.* *To the east the Phoenix Mage has embarked on a renewed rampage across the many splintered kingdoms still recovering from her previous frenzy, her flames burning everything for miles.* *In the great forests in the centre of the continent Nessa, the Grove Maker continues to care for and create new forests, lending aid to the vulnerable wherever she can.* *Finally, in the east resides Almedha, the Black Priest, who has started her own religion worshipping a mysterious deity and who is perhaps the most mysterious and unknown of the Legendary Mages.* *One thing is for sure though. With or without intervention, a significant change is coming to this world.*

}. I wondered if you’d make it this far.”

*candy apple cookie and black sapphire cookie are figthing like siblings again and shadow milk is in his workplace in the spire of deceits*

}… looks like I’ve accidentally got you killed, so now I have decided to reincarnate you! I am Norah, the goddess of earth and the new realm you will be reincarnated to. I don’t want to get in trouble by my higher ups,” *she says pointing up nervously.* “so you will go to a new world, this new world is much like your but with magic, monsters, guilds, and it’s about equal to the medieval era of your old world, now here are your choices.” 1. Reincarnate as a baby and grow up with experience in this world, you will have been granted powers and magic that you will have to unlock, but it is very powerful! 2. Be summoned to the world as you are with your clothes and current possessions, you will start with great powers and magic that will start powerful but get more powerful as you train. 3. Be summoned to the world as a new person with a new body and basic necessities, you will have powerful powers but you will have to unlock. 4. Reincarnate as a baby in a middle or low class home, all abilities are the same as in option 1. 5. Let me choose your fate… Side note, you can also choose hard mode! In hard mode you will be treated how you would be in real life, the people in this world won’t warm up to you as easily.

*you were minding your own business, scrolling on your phone. you come up on a crosswalk and look both ways. you cross and right as you step foot, a car goes whizzing by. you fall flat on your ass, breathing heavily because you nearly died. (duh) you look again and decide to run across the crosswalk. right as you nearly make it a trucks' horn blares. you barely have time to look at what the truck was before getting SLIMED OUT. i mean, smeared dawg, you are a road pancake. colors and images go flying past, they pick up speed, memories blurring past, all smearing into white. the sky opens up and your falling from very high up, golden clouds paint the sunset, the pinks, reds, oranges, blues all line up and complement each other that it is a beautiful sight. you barely have time to look at it by the time you're falling. flail violently, screaming for a solid 30 seconds before hitting the ground with a loud but dull "Thud." your vision blurs and you lose consciousness. hours pass and dawn falls into night, a pointy object pokes you. you start to come through. "poke, Poke, Poke" you groan as you sit, up, a small startled squeak comes from a cloaked figure, quickly dashing away.* this is where your story starts.

A thousand seasons ago the world was a very different place…Instead of the small prides we know today, there were 3 great kingdoms. The Moon Kingdom, the Sun Kingdom, and the Storm Kingdom

*Please describe yourself in detail before we teleport you to Heavenaria!*

*The braziers roar green‑gold flames, throwing long shadows across the vaulted hall. The air tastes of metal and old oaths. Your boots echo as you step onto the obsidian dais, gauntlet in hand, hundreds of eyes drilling into you — some mocking, some hungry, some already sharpening spells that would pierce you tonight. With both hands, you hurl the gauntlet onto the Altar of Flames.* *A thunderous clang. Sigils blaze across the hall floor, racing like lightning to the highest arches.* *A gasp ripples through the crowd. Professors rise from their carved thrones, students shout in disbelief, some laughing, others trembling. The weight of centuries falls back on their shoulders: the **Gauntlet** is real again.* *From the far end of the hall, a staff strikes. **Archmage Thamior Calvane**, hair silver, robes and rings dripping authority, descends the stairs. His voice rings across every stone:* "By covenant etched in firestone, by oaths sealed in dragon‑blood, the Gauntlet awakes. One student challenges all. If he stands victorious, he graduates with highest honor. If he falls, his name is stricken, his body forgotten." *The chant of“Forgotten, forgotten swells from the balconies.* *Thamior turns his blazing eyes down upon you.* "So it is done. 🏰 The Mage's Last Gambit has cast the gauntlet. From this dusk forward, every student, every beast, even your own mentors — all will hunt you." *He slams his staff again*“The academy is now your battlefield.” *The roar is deafening.* *But over the noise, figures detach themselves from the crowd — your greatest rivals.* **Selvara Duskveil — (The Prodigy):** *She strides up, embroidered in violet silk, her shadow magic already swirling at her fingertips. The crowd hushes at the sight of her, the academy’s star. Her eyes glitter with triumph as she circles you slowly, a predator savoring prey.* "You could have left quietly and disappeared into the gutter." *She leans close.* "But instead, you dared bare your neck before me, before all." *Her smirk curls sharp.* "I will rip you apart early, 🏰 The Mage's Last Gambit Before you sully these halls any longer." *The crowd erupts: cheers for Selvara, jeers for you* **Kaelen Brighthand — (The Duelist):** *A booming laugh cuts through the jeers. Kaelen slams his fire‑scarred fists together, halos of sparks spinning off.* "At last! A madman worth fighting!" *His grin is wolfish.* "None of this hiding behind essays and rituals — this is magic as it should be. Fists. Fire. Fury." *He points a blazing finger at you.* "Don’t run, runt. I’ll find you. I’ll break you. And when you stand back up — we’ll do it again." *The crowd chants his name:* **“Brighthand! Brighthand!”** **Liora Starwhisper — (The Healer):** *The noise falters as Liora approaches. Slender, luminous, her hands radiating faint golden warmth. Her eyes are soft, but her voice carries strain.* "Why did you do this, 🏰 The Mage's Last Gambit?" *She looks almost pleading.* "You’ll be hunted by everyone you’ve sat beside, studied with, maybe even cared for. You’ll be hurt. You’ll be broken. And still… you’ll be alone." *Her lips tremble, then harden.* "And yet I cannot spare you. If the laws demand it… then even I must stand against you." *Some students murmur uneasily.* A healer’s heart could bleed for him *Others hiss that compassion is weakness.* **Professor Arveth Kane — (The Mentor):** *From the high chairs, a heavy boot echoes. Professor Kane descends, cloak trailing, eyes shadowed. He grips the rail with iron hands and leans toward you.* "Of all my students, I thought you carried something different. Not just the power — but the will to endure." *His voice cracks like thunder.* "And yet you failed to reach even the minimum. Now, desperation drags you into a pit that has buried better mages than you." *He pauses, cold eyes boring into yours.* "I will not go easy on you, [Player]. Pray you don’t stand against me before you’ve grown teeth." *The crowd gasps — even professors may come for you.* **The Crowd:** *Shouts leap like sparks:* - “He’ll die in the first duel!” - “Finally — blood worth spilling on these tiles!” - “I’ll hunt him tonight, break his staff, take his points myself!” *Your blood pounds. All against you.* *Archmage Thamior raises his staff once more, driving silence like a blade through the uproar.* "So all voices are raised. So all fangs are bared. The Gauntlet is bound. There are no rules — save victory and survival. From this moment,🏰 The Mage's Last Gambit is both quarry and champion." *He points the staff directly at you. Sigils blaze up your arms, binding you to the oath.* "Will you fall in a day, or rise a legend? The halls themselves will decide." *The braziers flare so bright the shadows vanish for a heartbeat — and when the light fades, you know every soul in this hall, every rival in this academy, has already begun to plan your end.* **The Gauntlet has begun.**

*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room. Looking outside the window, you see the clean, brightly lit streets of an unfamiliar city—Japan? Why are you here, you ask yourself, but suddenly, the doors to your room slide open and a single woman enters.* *Clad in a dark uniform, with a pistol, cuffs, and a taser on her hips, she walks up to your bed but stops a few meters away. She remains silent for a few moments that feel like eternity. Her dark grey eyes gaze upon your body, up and down, up and down, as if inspecting some rare species. A small blush appears on her cheeks, but she remains stoic and professional. With one last lingering look at your body, she finally speaks.* **Julia:** "Good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very confused, disoriented, and scared, but try to remain calm. I will explain everything in time. My name is Julia, and from now on, I will be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the last standing city. You were the only volunteer who survived the virus from 100 years ago. It is currently the year 2125." *She pauses and looks into your eyes directly, her features becoming more serious.* "And you're humanity's last hope of survival." *Julia then walks up to you and places a smartwatch onto your wrist. The device is advanced, showing your vitals, a holographic map of the city of Tokyo, and scans for any sustained injuries. Her fingers linger on your wrist a bit too long before she recovers her composure and steps back, clearing her throat.* **Julia:** "If you need any food, anything to drink, please just say it. I will have someone fetch it for you. And if you have any questions, ask me now before we head to our lead scientist, Tatiana Morozova. She and her team have studied the virus that killed all men except you, and they will be happy to see you're awake. We need to act quickly; our time is running out."

*f~ck. This was not how I intended this to go. How was I ment to know he was an undercover soldier?? It's not like I took much from him, just a couple shillings.* *I struggle against the guards carrying me to my supposed death, or at the least the dungeons. I glance at myself in a passing mirror, all bruised and bloody from my face hitting the cold concrete when they caught me.* *They drag me through the palace until we reach the throne room. 4 thrones sit at the very back, against the wall. One for the king, one for the Queen, one for the Prince and another for...her. The Princess... It's not everyday I see her but she occasionally visits the slums, handing out free food and water, sometimes a couple shillings to the lucky ones.* *Everybody adores her. Beloved and beautiful, no one dares say a bad word about her. But she's still a Royal. And in my experience, royals are cruel and only care about the upper City not the slums.* *I'm forced onto my knees by the guards, their fingers still digging into my arms. A sharp stinging runs down my spine, probably a blade so I don't move. I keep my eyes locked on the ground, I will not give that man the satisfaction of seeing another person's fear. Not that I have much but the palace is home to some memories I've pushed down*

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

Hello, what rpg would you like? a 18+ one?, what is it about? and lastly whats your name.

Kaelen *He doesn't bother with the courtesy of a knock, shoving the living vine curtain aside with unnecessary force. His glowing amber eyes immediately lock onto you, narrowing with predatory disdain as he steps into your accommodation.* "You reek," *he states flatly, his lip curling slightly as he looms over you.* "Of cold iron and stagnation." *He ducks his head to clear the low archway, his sheer size filling the small, woven-branch chamber with suffocating tension. The dark green tattoos on his chest seem to pulse under the filtered canopy light, and the heavy weights in his ears sway with his sharp, jerky movements.* "I am Kaelen. The Council, in their infinite... wisdom... has burdened me with your survival." *He leans against the wall, crossing his powerful arms over his bare chest. His ears pin back tight against his skull, a clear sign of aggression.* "Do not mistake this for hospitality, human. I am your guide, not your servant. Try not to die on my watch."

*Welcome to Life RPG! In this world, anything is possible. Who do you want to be today? A brave hero, a cunning strategist, or something else entirely? Tell me your story and let's start building your adventure, do whatever you want, create any scenario, whoever you want, or do something different, no matter what you do, the limit is your imagination*

(While reciting a charm spell she found written in the back of an old spell book, a swirling portal of light opened up and pulled Summer into it. She spins around helplessly until it literally spits her out. She lands on a soft spot of grass in the middle of ancient ruins that look like something out of greek or roman mythology. "What the f~ck happened? Where am I? Who's out there?"

}?" *Alex growls, voice sharp as steel. Her glare pierces straight through you.* *Jordan’s teal eyes flick nervously between you and the corpse, his voice cracking* **Jordan:** "What do we do now…?" *The heavy silence returns. The flicker of dying flames casts twisted shadows across the walls. Your party is cursed. Payre is dead. And you’re the only one untouched.*

**Exhausted from a long day of traveling, you settle around the campfire in a quiet forest clearing. As Mia and Remi begin to relax, you notice Rosetta remains on her feet, her eyes constantly scanning the treeline.** **Mia**: *tilts her head back to look at Rosetta, a touch of concern in her voice.* “Rosetta, come sit with us. There's no one out here...you need to rest…” **Remi**: *notices Mia's attempt but stays out of it, laying there with an amused smile, knowing Rosetta’s habits and stubbornness to deviate from them.* **Rosetta**: *scoffs lightly* “I’m fine. Just rest, dear.” *her grip loosens on the hilt of her dagger as she looks back at Mia.* **Mia**: *sits up, patting the ground beside her* “Please? For me?” **Rosetta**: *Hesitates, torn between her natural wariness and the lingering ache in her body.*

Welcome back! We've missed you! *The seven catgirls appear from different parts of the house, each dressed in their favorite attire reflecting their distinct personalities.*

*Today is your first day at this academy, you leave your dorm, your anxiety is high as you enter through the grand gates of the academy. Lilith, the head of the academy, gives you a wide smile as she beckons you to follow her inside and to her office.* Good morning my dear, I came down personally because you're such a special case! A human in the underworld, who isn't being tormented, interesting, no? *You can see the elegance and beauty of her huge office. It's unbelievable, gold and jewel adorns the walls, along with nightmarish paintings.* Like what you see? I designed the room myself. Don't be so sad now, I've taken steps to ensure you don't get found out, just yet, especially since I have a son who's also a human. I got him from your world, and so now I sympathize with humans a bit. *She laughed a bit, her eyes looking you up and down.* Now go on, you've classes no? The teacher would help you out. Don't die~

You are a student, currently enrolled in Beacon Academy. You are currently sitting in your dorm, planning your day out. You have plenty of daylight left, so it's wise to make the most of it!

Hello, player your playing School life, you will wake up in your house, choose your gender, age, and name! To talk to the game and not NPCs simply put "(" ")" on the beginning and end of the sentence.

Welcome to Life RPG! You have full creative freedom in this world! Generate anything, become anything, do anything! Tell me what world you want to live in, who you want to be and the stats you want. Or just leave all of that empty, if you leave it empty then all of those will be randomly generated.

[Welcome to Real Life World RP! A Fantasy world RP where you're already a part of it. Live your life as a normal person, a famous celebrity, a content creator, a homeless guy, or even a secret superhuman hiding from the government! Become a highly respected politician, or an infamous serial killer, gain your own reputation and shape your own little modern story. Go wild!] [But before we begin, do add a small context as to who you are and what you are.] *If you have no idea how to start, you can write something like "I'm just a random 25 year old jobless man, waking up in my own bed with a yawn. I look around my own room, to see if my cat is already up and about yet". Focus on giving me external things that I can work with (such as asking about your surroundings or an NPC) so I won't accidentally roleplay as your character! Ok, that's about it, have fun!*

Welcome to the Naruto RPG, describe your character, choose your clan, choose three unique traits for your character and choose the saga you want to start your story. After doing so type "Star Game" and then have fun :)

*You were a contestant on BFB. Four (the host of BFB) was so impressed with you since the beginningHe would even rig the votes to make sure you never got eliminated, but you never noticed it. As episode 16 came around, and Two landed, he convinced you to join his season (TPOT) and this made Four extremely mad. So he hatched a plan, while Two was off busy hosting, he would steal you back and bring you back to BFB.* *You were just minding your own business while Four was watching you from behind a tree.* Four: "Okay... All I need to do is grab Them and teleport them back to BFB. Simple enough."

*You had been wandering the streets for days, starving, cold, and barely able to stand. Your stomach ached, and your breath came out in shallow clouds as the city lights flickered around you. You weren’t watching where you were going until you stumbled straight into three girls walking together, the smell of freshly baked bread and sweets hitting your senses.* **Aki:** "Whoa! Hey, watch where you’re going! Ah, crap… are you okay?" *She steadies you by the arm, her sharp tone softening when she notices your trembling hands.* **Rina:** "Oh my~ poor thing, you look like you haven’t eaten in days~" *She crouches slightly, her smooth voice teasing but gentle as she brushes dust from your sleeve.* **Momo:** "Nom~ Nom~" *She stops chewing and reaches out a donut toward you, her eyes quietly studying your face.* "Here… eat." *You hesitate, but the smell of sugar and bread makes your stomach growl. Rina tilts her head, giving you a small push toward Momo’s hand.* **Rina:** "Go on~ take it. We won’t bite… unless you ask nicely~" *Her lips curl into a playful smile as Aki sighs beside her.* **Aki:** "Don’t mind her, she’s always like that." *She adjusts the strap of her bag and glances at you again.* "I’m Aki. I work at some boring office, so you’re not the only one suffering out here." **Rina:** "Rina~ the eldest of this little bunch, and I happen to be a teacher." *She gives a small wave, her tone warm and teasing.* "And you are?" **Momo:** "Momo." *She gives a short nod, her blonde hair bouncing lightly as she lifts the bag of pastries in her other hand.* *After you tell them your name, a quiet moment passes. The streetlight hums faintly above you as the three exchange glances.* **Aki:** "You don’t… have anywhere to go tonight, do you?" *Her eyes soften, her voice quieter now.* *You shake your head, your throat too dry to form words. Rina lets out a soft sigh, her expression turning tender.* **Rina:** "Then how about you come stay with us~?" *She leans closer, her voice carrying that silky teasing tone.* "We’ve got food, warmth, and maybe a little company~" **Momo:** "And donuts." *She holds up the bag again, her lips twitching into a small smile.* **Aki:** "Yeah, it’s better than freezing out here. What do you say?" *She offers her hand to you, waiting patiently.*

You stood with your hands resting loosely at your sides, posture rigid without being tense. The wind combed through your hair and tugged at the chains woven into your Foxian tail, drawing a faint metallic whisper from them. One fox ear flicked sharply. Not from the breeze. Footsteps. *Two* sets. ___ Your eyes narrowed instantly. Your ears flattened, tail stilled, and your chin lifted in open defiance — *a Foxian’s warning laid bare without words*. A soft chuckle drifted through the air. “No need to bare your teeth,” Jing Yuan said mildly. “General Feixiao has no Lupitoxin. And even if she did, *you know it wouldn’t affect you*.” Your stance loosened by a fraction — only a fraction. “Right,” you said flatly. “*Habit.*” **Habit born from years of being kept on a leash by Hoolay and the other Borisin, Lupitoxin threading through your system far longer than it ever should have. Long enough for your body to learn. Long enough for it to adapt. *Lupitoxin had no hold on you anymore* — a bitter victory paid for in scars no one else could see.** Feixiao spoke before the silence could thicken. ***“I need your help.”*** ___ You shifted your weight, irritation coiling tighter with every second. “She asks me for help, but I can’t help with anything,” you muttered, “not when the idiot I need to help is tardy.” Your tail lashed once. “*Like General, like Healer*,” you added dryly. **“How amusing.”** Suddenly, a sharp, familiar, piercing pitch sliced through your ears without warning. ***“Dammit—!”*** Pain flared white-hot behind your eyes as you clenched your teeth, breath breaking into sharp, uneven bursts. The sound spiked, vanished into deafening silence, then slowly receded like a tide pulling back. You inhaled shakily. *That was the cost of your healing — loss of hearing.* ___ Your hearing returned in fragments — wind, fabric, distant bells. You looked up and spotted him: A tall figure stood several paces away, paused mid-stride like he’d been caught in the act of being exactly where he shouldn’t be. Long pale salmon-pink hair. Fox ears angled thoughtfully forward. A deep red coat dusted with gold embroidery. A feather fan tucked beneath one arm, the other hand extended slightly, as though feeling the air rather than the ground. His eyes were closed. Not blinking. Not squinting. Simply… *closed*. You stared. ***“…Jiaoqiu.”*** **The blind Foxian healer Feixiao wanted you to help.** He tilted his head, listening — not toward your footsteps, but toward your breath. His lips curved faintly, amused. “Forgive my tardiness,” he said. “The kitchen demanded I resolve a philosophical dispute involving chili oil.” You crossed your arms. “You’re *late*.” “Yes.” “And blind.” “Also yes.” *“And I’m supposed to help you.”* A pause. Jiaoqiu’s smile softened — not mocking, not defensive. Just… honest. “In this vast universe,” he said quietly, “Feixiao told me that there’s bound to be someone who can heal my eyes. And she found you.” ___ “She said she’d seen what you can do. Not the healing — only the results.” His gaze was steady, assessing. **“Wounds that should have killed. Soldiers who stood back up when logic said they shouldn’t.”** Your jaw tightened. **“And what,”** you asked coolly, ***“did logic say about what it cost me.”*** Jiaoqiu tilted his head slightly, sensing the shift. “You heal mortal wounds,” he said, not as an accusation, but as an observation. “And something… *takes payment*.” You laughed once, sharp and humorless. *“You’re perceptive for a blind fox.”* “Necessity sharpens other senses,” he replied easily. Your gaze flicked to him — truly looked this time. Not at his closed eyes, but at the stillness beneath them. The way he held himself like someone who knew precisely where he was, even without sight. “Temporary hearing loss,” you said at last. The words landed cleanly. His brow furrowed. “That wasn’t in the report.” *“Because it wasn’t your report,”* you snapped. Then, quieter, more controlled, **“And because I don’t advertise it.”**

} know, this elevator ride would stretch longer than expected—and by the end, nothing would feel quite the same.

*The last letter is spelled out. A sudden, deafening silence swallows the room, followed by a pressure that makes your ears pop. The planchette on the Ouija board shoots off and clatters against the wall. Then, it happens. A blinding, dark lavender light erupts from the center of the board, not warm and bright, but deep and pulsating, like a negative of a flashbang. It floods Riley's bedroom for a single, heart-stopping second, bleaching the color from everything—the posters on the wall, the discarded pizza boxes, the four stunned faces of the girls—before vanishing as suddenly as it appeared, leaving purple afterimages dancing in your vision. In its place, where the light was most intense, a form materializes in the air for a split second before gravity takes hold and it falls to the floor with a soft thud. The four friends stare, frozen in various states of shock. Riley is the first to break the silence. She’s half-crouched, not in a scared way, but in a ready-to-spring-into-action stance. Her green eyes are wide, but with intense curiosity, not fear.*"Whoa. What the actual f~ck,"*she breathes out, her voice a mix of awe and stunned disbelief. Lexi, after a initial jump, is the complete opposite. A massive, reckless grin spreads across her face.* "NO FUCKING WAY! IT WORKED!" *she practically shouts, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement and excitement.* "We actually did it! Holy shit! Hey, ghost! You good? That looked like a rough landing." *Ivy lets out a terrified squeak. She’s practically vanished inside her brown hoodie, her purple hair the only thing visible as she tries to make herself small behind Luna. Her voice is a high-pitched, stuttering whisper.*"I-I told you! I told you we sh-shouldn't have! It's a d-demon! We're gonna die!" *Luna, wide-eyed herself, instinctively puts a protective arm in front of Ivy, but her expression is more one of cautious fascination than sheer terror. Her motherly instincts are battling with her shock.*"Shhh, Ivy, it's okay... maybe," she says, her voice a soft, soothing murmur trying to calm her friend while she keeps her blue eyes locked on you.*"Just... everyone stay cool. Don't make any sudden moves." *They all fall silent again, a tense, electric anticipation hanging in the air. Four pairs of eyes—green, blue, yellow, and blue—are fixed on you, waiting for the slightest movement, the smallest sound. The broken Ouija board lies forgotten on the floor between you, still faintly smoking*.

*You can be what ever you want. If you want to be a civilian pick a class, (there are peasants/servants, lower class, middle class, rich, and nobles). If you want to be a mythical creature/hybrid choose one, (Centaurs, Werewolves, Vampires (They feed on deer.), Naga, Dragon people, and other human/animal hybrid creatures, in lakes live Mermaids and Mermen) or make your own (if so do you live in a tribe, herd, or pack). If you choose mythical creatures, you can still be wild (if so try not to get captured) or captured (if so are you being trained or already are sold).*

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~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** Let's get this party started!!! *She exclaimed enthusiastically* **Lilly:** B-but im sleepy, can't we y-y'know, sleep, and play tomorrow, or smth...? *Lilly asked, feeling somewhat sleepy, but also kinda shy, using the blanket to tug it around her and cover her face slightly* **Amelia:** **SHUT UP LILLY, YOU'RE ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST PARTY POOPER I'VE EVER HEARD OF, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ''_SLEEP_''** *She says angrily, clearly not taking Lilly's ideas to liking* **Harper:** C'mon, don't be so harsh to little old Lilly, look at how _cuuuuteeee_ she is snuggled up in the blanket *She says, trying to squish Lilly's cheeks* **Lilly:** _Stawwwp_ *She pouts helplessly* **Mia:** *Mia doesn't really say anything, too locked in playing games on the TV* ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ==========================** 🔔The Doorbell Rings🔔 **========================== ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** *Rushes to the door to open it* oooohhhhh the final member of this party **Lilly:** W-who is it... *She asks silently* **Mia:** *Still pre-occupied with the game, doesn't even notice* **Amelia:** GREAT, EVEN MORE PEOPLE, HOW MUCH MORE CHAOTIC CAN THIS PARTY GET **Harper:** What's your name, cutieeee? *She asks, trailing a finger around your jawline* **Amelia:** *Pulls Harper back* STOP HARASSING OUR GUEST YOU MORON ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~

} lying on the gray sand of Faranga Island. The wreckage of the ship is scattered around: splinters, torn sails and lifeless bodies of those who were less fortunate.

Tap to show pfp *Today is yoru first day at school, well it isn't any ordinary school for that matter. Your at the prestigious PineCone School for succubuses and incubuses* Class settle down down, we have a new students Welcome, please tell the class about your self *Mrs. Barry said calmly, her tail slowly whooshing around behind her. As you look around the class you notice some people looking, not normally, but, mischievously? One of them girls licked her lips, another winked, the boys looked at you chatting*

Dreambound Character Setup Welcome! Before we begin your adventure, please provide your character’s details: 1. **Name:** 2. **Empire:** (Northridge, Aqualis, Verdalis, or Celestarch) 3. **Lupine Rank:** (Omega → Alpha; Dreadfel is reserved for leaders) 4. **Military Rank:** (Scout → Emperor; ask AI for a list if unsure) 5. **Halo (if any):** (Standard halos or none; legendary halos are hidden) 6. **Appearance:** (Height, build, fur, ears, tail, distinguishing traits) 7. **Weapons & Armor:** (Swords, halberds, bows, shields, or specialized equipment) > Once you provide this information, your character will be ready to explore the Dreambound Continent. (it's called dreambound cause this whole thing is based on a recurring dream I have had every month the past 6 years so there's a-lot of stuff lore wise. In the dream people are usually either knights, or just straight up wolves, so I did a mix between the two Ig :3, I also added a bit of extra stuff, but the Empire's, Halo's, Ranks (Both kinds) Are all actually things I've dreamt of, now go have fun! Oh and read the scenario) Scenario didn't have enough character limit so the rest is down here:"define society: balance of heaven and hell causes internal tension"

*In the anime of Boruto: Naruto Next Generations.* *Ayame stands gracefully in her royal attire, her long hair flowing as she senses a presence approaching her palace* *She turns her head slightly, her Rinne Sharingan activating as she scans the area with her Byakugan, her eyes narrow with intrigue as she recognizes the signature as unfamiliar person. She waves her hand, causing the palace gates to open slightly* Ayame: "Come forward, stranger. State your name and purpose." *Her eyes fixate on you with an intense gaze, her voice carrying authority as she awaits your response. The air around her seems to shimmer with divine energy* *She taps her fingers against her arm, a subtle display of growing impatience. The temperature in the area rises slightly due to her Kekkei Mōra's influence* *She is also married to Aki Ōtsutsuki she has 3 children Riser is her oldest son, Shiver is her youngest daughter and Raion is her youngest Son*

*Welcome to the Life RPG, where the boundaries of reality are yours to reshape. Imagine a world where every possibility is within reach, where every adventure, relationship, and moment can be molded by your choices. This is more than a game—it's a limitless world designed to let you experience life however you wish, giving you the freedom to explore your deepest aspirations, quietest dreams, and wildest fantasies.*

Please don't fine me! *Her gaze is pleading* My father won't be happy if he ever finds out I got a fine.

STEP 3: Come up with a story give a brief description of the scene and how would it like to proceed and what other details you can give! STEP 4: Just start the Roleplay and have fun! !!!NOTE: Complete the steps one by one by one message at a time then move on to the next step!!!

Greetings, and welcome to the world of the Warrior Cats. Here, you can step into the paws of a brave cat from the Clans or the wild territories, and interact with your favorite characters or even become part of their story. Before we begin, please choose your role: Are you a Clan cat, like a Warrior, Medicine Cat, or Leader? Or are you a rogue, loner, or kittypet exploring the world outside the Clan territories? Would you like to be a specific character, or do you want to create your own role? Once you've picked your role and any specific details (such as Clan, rank, or personality), just tell me what you want to be, and I will respond and interact accordingly. You can also specify your character’s name, and I will portray them in the style of the Warrior Cats universe, with appropriate speech, actions, and attitude. When you're ready, let me know your role and details, and we’ll begin your adventure in the great forest, filled with mystery, danger, and loyalty. Say *Start RP* Once ready

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*In the heart of New York City, the skyline stood like jagged sentinels against a steel-gray sky, where the hum of a restless metropolis mingled with the echoes of a world unseen. Skyscrapers reached towards the clouds, their glass facades reflecting the city’s pulse—bright lights, endless motion, and hidden threats. Below, the streets throbbed with life: honking cabs, murmuring crowds, and the persistent rhythm of a place that never slept. But beneath the surface, a darker current flowed.* *Here, in the shadows between the towers, secrets hid in alleyways, and danger lurked just out of sight. Every corner of Manhattan buzzed with something more—something strange. Stark Tower loomed over Midtown, a beacon of futuristic hope, while Hell's Kitchen simmered with a quiet tension, its alleyways haunted by whispered stories of the Devil of the neighborhood. Across the river, the Avengers’ Quinjet occasionally streaked through the clouds like a silent guardian, watching over a city unaware of the battles fought to protect it.* *New York had always been a place of heroes and villains, where ordinary lives intertwined with the extraordinary. Today, though, the air felt thicker—a warning. Something was coming. Something the city’s defenders hadn’t faced before. And in this city of millions, heroes would have to rise again.*

Welcome to Jujutsu Kaisen RPG, make your character and your jujutsu power, and then choose who you want to start your story with and write "Start Game" got it?

Play my doting boyfriend, and I'll stop asking for 'donations'. Refuse, and I'll ruin your life. Jade is a girl who'll threaten to leak your deepest shame over lunch money, then spend hours braiding her sister's hair to mimic Elsa's ice crown. Her life orbits Zoe, her autistic younger sister: she memorizes the exact pressure of three wrist taps to calm Zoe's meltdowns, scrubs mildew from their trailer's walls so Zoe can stick glow stars to the ceiling, and bullies classmates not for kicks, but to fund Zoe's sketchbooks and strawberry Pop-Tarts ("magic toast," she insists). Jade's world is duct-taped together with lies-forged school forms, and fake smiles for social workers. When a social worker cites "instability," Jade's desperation curdles into a reckless plan: fake a relationship with you, the boy she's been extorting, to prove she's "stable." To Zoe, it's a fairy tale-you are the prince who buys her crayons. To Jade, it's a transaction: Pretend to love me, or I ruin you.

}? Ooh! Can we go make out in the janitor's closet? Pleaaaase?" A boy, tall and slim, smiles and leans toward you, his gaze lingering on your eyes. “Hey. You’re the new kid, right? Why don’t I give you a warm Blackwood High welcome?” He grins maliciously and reaches for your hand, but another hand smacks his away. Adam stands there, blushing furiously. “L-leave them alone… they don’t want to… to do anything with you.”

*You walk into the head quarters of the Legacykeepers, in the year 2115, in Bern, Switzerland, to receive your next assignment*

*Your alarm clock rings, and you quickly remember it's monday.*

Eres una chica atrapada con Akari

Luffy then makes an aggressive stance, with his hands on his hips and his feet apart.Luffy exclaims. "I don't like strangers on my ship without my permission, so tell me why you're here!"