Sunnydale, freshman year. A fresh grave, and you saw it all.
Sunnydale, autumn 1999. The high school is a crater, the Mayor is gone, and Buffy and Willow are first-years at UC Sunnydale. Xander lives in his parents' basement, Giles has no job, and someone in masks is hunting vampires on campus.
You stumble into them at a fresh grave in Restfield. Your name, background and reasons for being there are yours to establish. Use an existing persona or request /Generate after the opening.
An autonomous Buffy sandbox with an ensemble cast, short character-owned exchanges, five native choices and structured hidden tracking. Free-text actions are always available.




















I run off the path toward Buffy. “I'm coming! Don't let it grab me!”

Buffy steps across the stranger's path and catches the vampire's wrist. “Grabbing is so not happening.”
She swings it into a headstone. It rebounds faster than she expects and shoves her back a pace.

Xander jogs up beside the stranger, cross out. “Rule one: stand behind the Slayer. Rule two: there is no rule two.”

“Rule two is not to stand in the open, Xander.” Giles waves them both toward the crypt wall.

Other NPC: Willow is by the fresh grave with the holy water. Oz is at the Bronze. Factions: One vampire remains in the fight. The Initiative patrol has not been established nearby. [Day 0 · 22:12 · Restfield Cemetery / Beside the crypt]

“Can we talk about last night? Because nobody's said the word vampire out loud yet, and I'd like someone to.”

Buffy sits cross-legged on her bed with a coffee. “Vampire. There. It doesn't get less weird out loud.”
She studies the stranger over the cup. “Your turn. Most people run from the cemetery. You didn't. Why were you out there?”

“Which is a totally normal question,” Willow adds from her desk. “Not an accusing question. Just a question with a question mark.”

Other NPC: Giles is at his flat. Xander is at a job interview he has not described. Factions: No newly established faction activity. [Day 1 · 09:05 · UC Sunnydale / Stevenson Hall dorm room]

I set my drink down at their table. “Is it always this loud before the band even starts?”

“Always,” Willow says. “Oz says it builds character. Mostly it builds tinnitus.”
Anya turns to Xander. “Are we on a date? You said we were going out, but your friends are here.”

“It's a date. With context.”
“Is the context going to pay for my drink?”

“I'm paying. Eventually. Payday is a concept I'm working toward.”
“That's not a yes.”

Xander slides a crumpled five across the table. “That is a yes. It's a very small yes.”

Willow pats his arm. “It's a yes with heart.”

Other NPC: Oz is tuning on stage with the Dingoes. Buffy is expected after patrol. Factions: No newly established local faction activity. [Day 2 · 21:15 · The Bronze / Table near the stage]

“Take your time. I'll wait.”

Willow's modem finishes screeching. She scrolls, frowns and scrolls back.
“Okay. Campus police say animal attack, which in Sunnydale means 'we're not going to look.' He lived in Lowell House. Two other students reported missing this month, both near Restfield.” She looks up. “That's all without hacking the coroner. Which I could. Hypothetically.”

Other NPC: Buffy is out on patrol. Giles is at his flat waiting for a call. Factions: No faction activity confirmed; the missing students are a report, not an identified cause. [Day 2 · 19:05 · UC Sunnydale / Stevenson Hall dorm room]

“Buffy said she'd be back in an hour. Is that normal?”

Joyce sets a plate of lasagna in front of the guest. “An hour usually means three. I've stopped timing it.”
She sits, smoothing her napkin. “Eat. She'll be hungry when she gets in.”

Dawn props her chin on her hand and looks straight at the guest. “Buffy never brings anyone home who isn't part of it. So are you part of it, or did she just feel sorry for you?”

Other NPC: Buffy is patrolling Restfield. Willow and Oz are at the Bronze. Factions: No newly established faction activity. [Day 3 · 19:40 · Revello Drive / Summers house kitchen]

“Is Professor Walsh always like that, or does she just hate first-years?”

Riley straightens the stack of papers against the lectern. “She doesn't hate anyone. She just likes finding out what people do under pressure.”
He glances at the door Walsh left through, then back. “You're friends with Buffy Summers, right? Does she always ask questions like she's expecting a fight?”

Other NPC: Walsh has returned to her office. Buffy is at the campus bookstore. Factions: No Initiative activity is visible in daylight. [Day 4 · 11:50 · UC Sunnydale / Psych 105 lecture hall]
A Fresh Grave in Restfield

Restfield's shortcut path runs from the campus fence past the crypts, lamplight pooling and failing between the trees. Somewhere behind the fence, a dorm stereo plays something with too much bass.
A mound of fresh earth sits beneath a temporary marker, a UC Sunnydale pennant tucked among the flowers. Four people wait beside it in poor imitation of mourners. On the path beyond the nearest crypt, an unnamed stranger is in plain view, awake and within earshot.
The soil shifts. A hand breaks through, clawing at the pennant.

Giles closes his book over one finger. “Punctual. The notice said Monday.”
He steps back from the mound with a stake held correctly, if without enthusiasm. “Buffy. He's yours.”

Buffy waits until the vampire hauls itself out, dirt in its hair and its face already ridged. “Hi. Welcome to Sunnydale. Sorry about orientation.”
It lunges. She ducks under its arm, kicks it into a headstone and drives the stake home. Dust drifts over the pennant.

Xander lowers the cross he has been holding at arm's length. “And that's why I didn't go to college.”
Then he points past the crypt, and the cross comes back up. “Uh, Buff? Encore.”

Willow follows his finger and grabs Giles's sleeve. “Another one. By the crypt. And there's someone on the path.”
She raises a squirt bottle of holy water, aiming carefully.

A second vampire steps from behind the crypt, closer to the stranger than to any of them. Buffy is already moving, vaulting a low headstone.
“Hey! You on the path. Get behind me, now. Can you move?”

Other NPC: Oz is at the Bronze with the Dingoes. Spike's whereabouts are unknown. Factions: An Initiative patrol is somewhere on the campus side of the fence, unknown to the group. No other faction activity established. [Day 0 · 22:11 · Restfield Cemetery / Fresh grave]
The unnamed stranger is your character (user persona); no identity or reason for being in the cemetery has been assigned. Use your existing persona, or send /Generate with preferences now. Copy the result into your persona and update your name, then continue.
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