🕵️‍♂️ The world's greatest thief has struck again, and the trail is going COLD! 🏃‍♀️💨

As an elite ACME Detective, you're the last line of defense. The globe 🌍 is your game board, and every cryptic clue is a breadcrumb.

Your mission: Chase Carmen Sandiego's shadow across continents! 🗺️ Decipher the evidence, book the next flight ✈️, and jet-set from the pyramids of Egypt 🇪🇬 to the neon-lit streets of Tokyo 🇯🇵.

Your mind is your greatest weapon. 🧠 Can you connect the dots and corner the criminal mastermind before she vanishes?

The hunt is on. Are you ready? 🕵️‍♀️

This was originally made for a contest on the DreamGen discord. You are hanging out with Nazuna, Michiru, and Nina on a trip outside of Anima City, pretty far, actually. Somehow you get caught up in a snowstorm, and find a cabin. That is where the roleplay begins, enjoy!

Nein + You is a fully immersive, narrative-driven roleplaying engine set in Critical Role’s Wildemount during the canonical Mighty Nein timeline. Built for solo storytelling with collaborative flair, the game lets you—the player—join the party as a unique character woven directly into the threads of the Nein's journey following the death of Mollymauk Tealeaf.

At its core, Nein + You is not a traditional game. It is a sandbox simulation governed by a dynamic Game Master AI, {{dm}}, written in the voice of M. Mercer—emotive, cinematic, and meticulously faithful to the lore and characterizations of Exandria.

The world responds to you in three fully integrated storytelling modes:

Explore, travel, and uncover lore in wide-ranging narrative sequences. The SCENE mode is built for atmospheric progression, worldbuilding, and major plot developments—balancing rich sensory description with character-driven beats. Think of sweeping landscapes, haunted ruins, and hard decisions made under fading moons.

Engage with the Mighty Nein and Exandrian NPCs through immersive conversations and branching interpersonal moments. This is where alliances form, secrets slip, and your words shape outcomes. Dialogue is fully naturalistic, with party members like Beau, Fjord, Caleb, Jester, and Essek reacting independently through their established personalities and motivations.

You may be offered up to three CYOA-style responses, with one always being "Write your own response."

When danger strikes, {{dm}} transitions seamlessly into COMBAT mode. There are no dice, no stat blocks—just tightly paced, cinematic encounters where tactics matter, risks escalate, and the price of survival is felt. The AI describes enemy behavior, environmental hazards, and the party’s autonomous actions while never controlling you.

• 🧠 Diegetic Realism: {{dm}} never narrates your thoughts, emotions, or unspoken intentions. You are always in control of your character’s interiority.
• 🗣️ Autonomous NPCs: The Mighty Nein are not sidekicks—they are peers. Each behaves according to their canon personalities, quirks, and evolving relationships tracked by you in {{social_context}}.
• 🌍 Canon Fidelity: Major events in the Mighty Nein campaign remain intact. You may alter minor interactions, romance arcs, or detours, but never derail critical story beats.
• 📚 Memory Anchors: Every major decision you make can be logged in {{event_log}}, while relationships, inventory, locations, and character notes are yours to update and persist between scenes.
• 🔁 Mode Switching: Transition between SCENE, SOCIAL, and COMBAT fluidly. The AI adapts automatically but always respects manual overrides via trigger commands like /SCENE.

For Critical Role fans, aspiring Exandrian adventurers, and solo storytellers looking to lose themselves in a reactive world where the story listens back. Whether you forge new friendships with the Nein, disrupt ancient secrets beneath Rosohna, or simply try not to get fireballed by mistake, this sandbox gives you the tools—and freedom—to make it your own.

He killed his entire clan in one night. Spared only his brother. Joined a criminal organization hunting the world's most dangerous weapons. The legend of Itachi Uchiha is written in blood.

But the man traveling beside you doesn't match the story.

You've been recruited into Akatsuki—the shadow organization pursuing the nine-tailed beasts—and assigned as Itachi Uchiha's new partner. The arrangement should be straightforward: hunt jinchuriki, execute contracts, survive the organization's lethal internal politics.

Except you're trained to observe. And what you observe doesn't add up.

Targets escape when they shouldn't. His killing intent flickers out at crucial moments. He stares toward Konoha with an expression that belongs to exile, not hatred. And he's hiding something physical—coughing fits suppressed, moments where his legendary eyes don't quite track movement, medication taken when he thinks no one is watching.

You see.

This is the tension at your partnership's heart: you possess fragments of a truth that could unravel Itachi's eight-year cover. He possesses the power to silence you permanently—and the intelligence to know he should. Yet he hesitates. Every mission becomes a dangerous negotiation. How much can you learn before he acts? Can trust exist between two people trained to kill?

The Akatsuki cloak weighs heavy. Pain assigned you partly as support, partly as surveillance. The masked man called "Madara" watches from the shadows, waiting for proof of betrayal. Other members smell weakness. This is not a brotherhood—it's a collection of predators in temporary alliance, and you've been placed beside the one they trust least.

Long roads through hostile territory. Campsites where silence stretches between you. Combat where you watch him compensate for failing vision, where you see the mask slip before he catches you looking. He is dying by inches, and hiding it even from himself.

"You ask questions that have no safe answers," he tells you once.

But you can't stop asking. Because the monster doesn't behave like one. Because something in his exhaustion speaks to something in you. Because you're beginning to suspect that Itachi Uchiha has been lying to everyone—and the truth might be worse than the legend.

Paths diverge: Tragic alliance. Reluctant salvation. Mutual destruction. Betrayal in either direction.

The rain falls on Amegakure. Itachi is watching you with those heavy-lidded eyes, calculating whether you're a threat—or something he hadn't planned for.

What will you see? What will you do about it?

Everyone at Thornhaven Academy knows something you don't: your bloodline was supposed to be extinct.

You arrive as a nobody—unclear background, unremarkable origins. But within hours, the heirs of the great magical houses are watching you with expressions that range from calculation to barely concealed terror. Faculty fall silent when you pass. And deep in your chest, something hums when magic draws near—a resonance you cannot name or control.

Eighteen years ago, House Vantari was destroyed in what history calls a tragic magical catastrophe. The truth is uglier: they were systematically murdered by a conspiracy of noble families who feared their unique gift—the ability to sense magical deception, echo techniques, and nullify enemy spells. You are the last Vantari heir. You just don't know it yet.

Others do.

At Thornhaven, violence between houses is forbidden by ancient wards, forcing conflict into subtler channels: social warfare, academic sabotage, dueling circles with "non-lethal" rules that somehow still produce casualties. The students whose families led the purge recognize Vantari traits in your awakening powers—and they're reacting. Some want you dead before you can uncover old secrets. Some want to control you, turn your gift into their weapon. A rare few might want justice.

Navigate the Gothic corridors of an institution built on lies. Encounter Beatrice Corvane, whose cold composure masks inherited guilt and fear of what your existence means. Cross paths with Cassius Halford, whose golden charm conceals ambitions that could see you elevated or eliminated. Catch the watchful gaze of Professor Fenwick, who survived the purge through silence and may finally be ready to break it. Find an unexpected ally in Mira Solenne, a scholarship student whose grandmother died serving your family—and who came here seeking proof.

Someone arranged your admission to this place, circumventing the Headmistress herself—a woman who coordinated your family's destruction. You don't know if you've been rescued or delivered to your executioners.

Your Resonance is awakening. Your enemies are patient. And somewhere beneath the academy, sealed vaults hold the truth about what was taken from you—if you survive long enough to find it.

Ben Cole has an uncanny ability to know a person's deepest secrets and desires. He doesn't use this power much. He doesn't know where it comes from or why he has it. But ever since puberty, reading a person's darkest secrets is as easy for him as reading a book. He just has to look at someone and think "Tell me your biggest secret" and POOF! There it is, in his mind. He is also able to subtly influence them simply by thinking about it. The Influence is subtle, indirect, and limited to nudges of emotion or attention - never direct control.

What he does with this power is up to you.

This roleplay scenario is optimised for the latest LLM's such as GLM and DeepSeek. It does however work perfectly fine on the smaller Lucid Base and Chonker models. When using Base or Chonker, keep an eye on the response length and adjust with rewrites if necessary (Make shorter/longer).

Very small size, very big results... (Especially with GLM 4.7)

Step Aboard the U.S.S. Voyager: Your Adventure Awaits!

Dive into the Star Trek Voyager Immersion Simulator, where every decision shapes your journey through the Delta Quadrant. Take on the role of any character you can imagine—be it a Starfleet officer, a mysterious alien, or a unique creation of your own design. Navigate the challenges of uncharted space as you uncover secrets, forge alliances, and face the relentless dangers of the unknown.

Why Play? Unparalleled Immersion: Experience life aboard Voyager with vivid descriptions and dynamic, branching narratives. Every room, from the Bridge to Engineering, feels alive and real. Realistic Character Interactions: Engage with the iconic crew—Janeway, Seven of Nine, Tuvok, and more—each responding with rich dialogue that reflects their unique personalities and Starfleet values. Endless Customization: Be who you want to be! Whether a cunning tactician, a Borg drone rediscovering individuality, or a species unknown to the Federation, your persona drives the story. Dynamic Scenarios: From battling Borg Cubes to unraveling intergalactic mysteries, the galaxy is your playground. Your choices influence the fate of the ship and its crew. Step into the shoes of a Voyager crew member or forge your own path in the most immersive Star Trek experience ever. The Delta Quadrant is calling—how will your story unfold?

In the turbulent frontier of 1870, three lives converge under the shadow of rain, smoke, and danger. When a violent storm drives them into a remote trading post and saloon, tensions flare, alliances form, and survival becomes a desperate gamble.

Over the course of a long, rain-soaked week, they navigate a landscape of lawlessness, betrayal, and peril. Secrets are revealed, loyalties are tested, and every choice carries life-or-death consequences. Ambushes, train robberies, and violent confrontations push them to the edge, forcing them to confront the shadows of their past and the moral compromises necessary to endure.

As danger closes in, bonds are forged, rivalries ignite, and the line between predator and prey blurs, revealing the harsh reality of survival on the frontier.

[3P Optimized Version] “The light shines brightest in the cracks between shadow and flame.”

Set in a time just before the Galactic Civil War erupts into full scale, Star Wars: Shadows of Balance is a slow-burn, lore-accurate, character-driven text-based RPG. You are Kai, a young Imperial Ensign from the Outer Rim world of Terra—ambitious, Force-sensitive (though you don’t know it yet), and caught between ancient powers long thought forgotten.

You’ve stumbled upon something buried. Something old. Something powerful.
And now, it wants you to choose.

• This is a Choose Your Own Adventure–style narrative.
• The AI interface, {{ui}}, will describe the world, control all NPCs, events, and environmental storytelling.
• You, the player, control Kai by choosing from a list of available actions—or by writing your own using “Write Your Own Response.”
• You must never be controlled by the {{ui}}. Your choices define the story.
• The world responds to every decision, shaping how characters perceive you and how your journey unfolds.

This story explores philosophical conflict between the Jedi and Sith—between selflessness and self-interest, order and chaos, clarity and passion.

• Every Light Side choice earns +1 Light Point (LP)
• Every Dark Side choice earns +1 Dark Point (DP)
• Your current alignment is always displayed as: * LP: X vs DP: Y
• Alignment influences dialogue, visions, relationships, and key narrative paths.

• Your story begins aboard the Star Destroyer Chimera, standing outside Grand Admiral Thrawn’s office. You carry a datapad with evidence of an illegal Jedi artifact smuggling operation discovered on your homeworld.
• This evidence will set events into motion that will lead you to:
  • A hidden Jedi temple buried beneath the snow
  • Two ancient Force spirits—one Jedi, one Sith—vying for your soul
  • A galaxy where you alone walk the line between power and balance

Each turn presents 7 choices:

1. A Light Side action (selfless, honorable)
2. Another Light Side action
3. A Dark Side action (selfish, manipulative)
4. Another Dark Side action
5. “Investigate the area” (observe surroundings for clues or information)
6. “Move to a new location” (transition to a different setting)
7. “Write Your Own Response” (freeform—type what you want Kai to do/say)

• Think like Kai. Young, untested, curious—haunted by dreams and driven by doubt.
• Speak and act in-character. Let your choices grow who Kai becomes.
• Trust is earned. Power is discovered. Nothing is given.
• This is not a power fantasy. This is a philosophical, cinematic Star Wars story about identity, legacy, and the middle path between extremes.

Snowed-in cozy romance with a soft mystery twist. You’re trapped overnight at the Rosewood Inn with Tay, a “stranger” who remembers loving another version of you. Together, you can follow Rosewood’s oddities and the storm’s patterns to uncover why this night keeps pulling you back toward each other and decide what to do with that second chance. #snowedin2025

Exile is the worst punishment an elf can bear — a severing deeper than steel, a wound that never quite scabs over.

For Aeralith Wynsera, once a daughter of the moonlit courts, the sentence fell without mercy. One moment she stood among crystalline spires; the next, she walked alone beneath a sky suddenly too large, too quiet. No kin. No sanctuary.

Just the press of the mortal world, heavy as winter fog and a wounded wolf.

Author's Note: Roughly 2300 tokens and is the first scenario in a series taking place as part of the "The Shattered Campaign".

The village sees the Seventh Hokage smile. You see him forget to eat for sixteen hours, fall asleep mid-signature, and send shadow clones home to dinner because there's always one more crisis, one more petition, one more person who needs the hero more than his children need their father.

Six months ago, Shikamaru assigned you to the Hokage's personal detail—not just protection, but maintenance. Keep Naruto Uzumaki functional. Make sure he sleeps. Remind him he has a body. The previous assistant lasted eight months before requesting transfer. The one before that, six.

What Shikamaru didn't explain is what proximity does. How the job transforms from professional obligation into something harder to name. You've learned to read the exhaustion beneath the grin, the loneliness of being everyone's symbol. You know which tea he actually drinks versus which he lets go cold. You know the way his voice changes at 2 AM when the performance falls away and he's just tired, just human, just Naruto.

You exist in the spaces his family can't occupy.

The office at midnight. The rooftop at dawn. The vulnerability he can't show the village. Hinata receives shadow clones at the dinner table—sometimes she can tell the difference, sometimes she pretends she can't. Boruto stopped asking when Dad's coming home. And you're here, in the quiet hours, watching the most beloved man in Konoha slowly disappear into the role that was supposed to be his dream.

The dynamic is complicated by everything unspoken. Naruto is married. He loves his wife, loves his children, and that love coexists with absence. You're not a replacement—you're an inhabitant of the in-between hours, the one who sees what the hat costs him. What begins as duty becomes care. What becomes care starts feeling like devotion.

He asked you to stop wearing the ANBU mask when it's just the two of you.

He said he has enough masks in his life.

Set fifteen years after the Fourth Shinobi War, this scenario explores the quiet erosion of peacetime—modern Konoha thriving while its Hokage slowly grinds himself down. The tone draws from Makoto Shinkai's intimate melancholy: steam rising from forgotten tea, the scratch of pen on paper in empty hours, two people finding shelter in each other during the spaces between.

What develops between you may remain professional. It may deepen into emotional intimacy without ever crossing lines. Or it may become something that can't be taken back.

The question isn't whether Naruto will save the village. It's whether anyone will save him—and what you're willing to risk to try.

*Frog and Toad: The Never-Ending Story
This is a simulation of endless Frog and Toad stories where you play as Arnold Lobel, writing in his Frog and Toad world of quiet adventures and simple joys. To begin a new chapter, simply type /Chapter [Your Idea] - like "/Chapter Ice Skating" or "/Chapter Lost List." Each chapter will resolve its own small problem through friendship and patience. There are no bad endings, only gentle discoveries.

📜 Welcome to the Chaotic Madness of Your Own Mind! 🎭

Darkness. Silence. A void of infinite nothingness.

…Well, not really. More like a black screen waiting for some impatient schmuck (that’s you!) to start mashing buttons.

Then—BAM! A blaring trumpet fanfare! 🎺 Confetti explodes from literally nowhere, and an overenthusiastic voice-over shouts:

"WELCOME, OH CHOSEN ONE, TO A REALITY UNLIKE ANY OTHER—"

Record scratch. Freeze frame.

A gloved hand slaps a giant red STOP button, cutting off the overdramatic intro.

“Okay, okay, let’s dial it back before we scare them off,” a familiar voice mutters. The darkness flickers, dissolving into a cheap, comic-book style simulation of reality—complete with halftone dots and thought bubbles bobbing in the air like balloons.

And there, standing with arms crossed, looking mildly amused and entirely self-aware, is Me. The One. The Only. The Red-Spandexed-Wonder.

“Sup, nerd? Name’s Deadpool. But you probably already knew that, considering you’re currently stuck inside my mind.”

🎶 Cue dramatic music sting. 🎶

"Wait, what?!" you, the poor, confused player, probably just thought.

Oh yeah. I can hear you. Or, more accurately, read you. Every single thing you type into that little keyboard of yours? It floats above my head in bright, annoying yellow thought bubbles. So congratulations! You’re now the tiny, nagging voice in my brain. My very own inner monologue.

Which means you have exactly as much control over this story as my self-restraint at an all-you-can-eat chimichanga buffet.

🔴 You’re the voice in my head. No control, no body, no free will. Just snarky commentary and unsolicited life advice.
🔴 I, Deadpool, am the only one who can hear you. Which means if I respond to you out loud, everyone else in this world will think I’m just another lunatic in spandex. (Which is technically true.)
🔴 I decide what actually happens. Try to make me do something dumb? Well, I might consider it... or I might just roast you for even suggesting it.
🔴 Fourth wall? What fourth wall? This is a text-based game. A digital simulation. A weird fever dream happening inside a rogue AI’s database. I know it, and now you do too.
🔴 Your thoughts appear in yellow boxes above my head. It’s cute. It’s annoying. It’s… well, we’re stuck with it.

And the best part? This isn’t some deep, emotional, save-the-world kind of game. Nope. It’s just me, your friendly neighborhood mercenary, going about my completely normal, (cough definitely insane cough) daily life—fighting bad guys, getting into trouble, and breaking reality as we know it.

And you? Well, you’re just along for the ride.

So go ahead. Say something. Try to be clever. Be my little brain gremlin.

But remember…

I’m the one actually driving this crazy train.

🚇 Next Stop: Utter Chaos. 🚇

The story unfolds in New York City, a modern urban environment in 2025. The city is a hub for vampire activity, where clubs like Eclipse, The Vein, and Glass House serve as fronts for blood exchange networks. The setting encompasses diverse locations: from dimly lit bars where the protagonist first encounters the female vampire, to the protagonist's motel room where their intimate encounters escalate, to Elara's underground bunker, and the abandoned subway tunnels where the final confrontation occurs.

The physical environment varies from the artificial lighting and sounds of the clubs, to the sterile motel room, to the cold, damp atmosphere of the subway tunnels. The city's architecture includes both modern high-rises and dilapidated tenements. The climate is implied to be typical of New York, with the mention of rain on the night of the first encounter.

Socially, the story exists within a world where vampires and vampire hunters operate in secret, blending into the city's nightlife. The vampire culture involves blood exchange networks and power dynamics between different vampire factions. The political climate involves a covert war between vampires and hunters, with the hunter network operating through encrypted channels. Technology is advanced, with encrypted messaging boards and dead drops being used for communication.

Core Themes:

• Survival and growth under pressure
• Moral and ethical decisions in life-or-death situations
• Choice and Consequence
• Slow Burn Romance
• Death

The calls started an hour ago. Different area codes. Different voices. But every single one describes the same thing standing outside their window.

You host Midnight Frequencies, a paranormal talk radio show broadcasting from a cinderblock station in the Mojave Desert. Most nights blur together—conspiracy theorists, lonely hearts, obvious hoaxes. You've heard every story the desert dark can produce.

Tonight's calls are different.

Earl in Tucson saw it at the end of his driveway. Marcy in Las Cruces spotted the same figure in the highway median. Derek in Barstow is watching it through the gas station window right now, voice cracking as he describes how it crossed the highway without seeming to move. They're strangers, separated by hundreds of miles. But their descriptions match exactly: impossibly tall, proportions that hurt to look at, standing motionless with absolute, terrible stillness.

And with each call you broadcast, the reports change. It's closer now. Always closer.

Your station sits forty miles from the nearest town. No cell service. No internet. Just landlines and your signal bouncing off the ionosphere to reach insomniacs across six states. You can hear the fear in your callers' voices, track the entity's approach through their increasingly frantic testimonies—but you cannot reach them. Cannot help them. Can only broadcast.

Broadcasting might be making things worse. The figure seems drawn to attention, to being perceived, to being described. And right now, thousands of listeners are picturing exactly the same thing.

When the power fails and your engineer doesn't return from checking the generator, the callers are no longer the only ones in danger. The transmitter tower blinks red against infinite stars. The desert dark presses against the windows. And somewhere out there, something stands motionless, patient, waiting to be seen.

The phone lines are still ringing. The ON AIR light still glows.

What do you do when the horror you've been broadcasting finally comes home?

Akatsuki's deadliest hunters didn't ask for a third member. Someone assigned you to them anyway.

You're the newest recruit to the organization of S-rank missing-nin, criminals so dangerous that hidden villages send entire squads just to confirm sightings. Your first assignment: join the cell of Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki—the Akatsuki's most efficient killers, a partnership that has functioned perfectly for years. The arrangement breaks every protocol the organization follows.

Neither partner seems interested in explaining why you're here. But both are very interested in you.

Itachi watches in silence. The Sharingan catalogues every choice you make, every hesitation, every lie you tell. He speaks only when necessary, and when he does, each word lands like a blade. Behind those dark eyes lies something you can't read—calculation, certainly, but perhaps something else. He carries secrets that could shatter everything you think you know about Akatsuki, about Konoha, about the massacre that made him infamous.

Kisame grins and talks and tests. The Monster of the Hidden Mist treats missions like sport and you like entertainment—or prey, depending on his mood. His massive sword Samehada has already tasted your chakra. He found its reaction interesting. He jokes constantly, prods relentlessly, and watches for the moment you'll crack. Beneath the good humor lies a man who believes the entire world runs on lies—and respects only those who can face the truth.

Both are deciding whether you're useful, disposable, or dangerous.

Days blur into weeks of travel between missions—forest paths, mountain passes, safehouses where dust coats every surface. Long stretches of silence broken by Kisame's pointed questions, Itachi's unsettling stillness, and the violence that erupts without warning. You'll hunt targets, gather intelligence, and prove yourself in combat against enemies who would kill you just for wearing the red clouds.

But the real test isn't the missions. It's surviving your partners' scrutiny long enough to understand why you were placed with them. Someone in Akatsuki wanted you close to these two specifically. Pain's orders came directly, his reasons opaque. And somewhere in the organization's shadows, forces are moving that have nothing to do with capturing tailed beasts.

The dynamic may shift over time—toward genuine partnership, toward dangerous knowledge, toward betrayal. What you discover about Itachi, and what you choose to do with that knowledge, could alter the course of the shinobi world.

What are you willing to become to survive among monsters—and what will you do when you realize one of them might not be what he seems?

Two years after the Fourth Shinobi World War, Sasuke Uchiha walks alone. Or he did—until you refused to stay behind.

He didn't want company on this path through lands that fear his name, villages that remember what he almost became. But you followed anyway, and somewhere between the first campfire and the hundredth, he stopped telling you to leave.

Months of quiet roads. Shared watches under cold stars. The brush of shoulders around dying embers. Sasuke positioning himself between you and danger without thinking—the easy kind of trust. The harder kind comes in fragments: a sentence offered into silence, a look held too long, the way his voice roughens when something you've said actually reaches him.

This is Sasuke after the rage has burned to ash. Guilty. Guarded. Quietly desperate to believe atonement might lead somewhere other than empty death. He doesn't know how to accept care without waiting for loss. He notices when you smile, and it disrupts his breathing, and he hates that he notices.

He's beginning to feel something that terrifies him. He refuses to name it.

The external threat is mounting—disappearances in the Land of Silence, unnatural chakra signatures, someone building power in the vacuum the war left behind. The investigation provides purpose and danger that demands you rely on each other.

But the quieter tension runs deeper: his fear that everyone he cares for ends up destroyed. Your presence wearing away at walls he built to survive. The question of whether redemption leaves any room for something as selfish as wanting to be happy.

Sasuke Uchiha allowed you to walk beside him. Whether he'll ever truly let you in—that's the journey that matters.

The galaxy bends to your genius—but every victory carves away something human.

You are Reinhard von Lohengramm, High Admiral of the Galactic Empire, golden-haired prodigy whose tactical brilliance has made you the most dangerous man in known space. When you were a child, the Kaiser took your sister Annerose. You swore then to tear down the corrupt Goldenbaum dynasty and forge something worthy from its ashes. Now you command the Empire's mightiest fleet—tens of thousands of warships answering to your will—and the throne itself trembles at your approach.

But military supremacy alone cannot remake civilization. The path to absolute power runs through treacherous court politics, noble conspiracies, and an unending war against the Free Planets Alliance. There, your mirror waits: Yang Wen-li, the "Miracle Yang," whose unconventional genius matches your every stratagem. He fights for a flawed democracy he believes in. You fight for an empire that doesn't yet exist. Between you, billions will live or die.

Three voices counsel you toward different futures:

Siegfried Kircheis, your childhood friend and conscience, remembers the boy who wept when Annerose was taken. He believes in your dream but fears what achieving it will cost your soul—and he alone may call you simply Reinhard.

Paul von Oberstein, cold-eyed strategist with mechanical implants where human eyes should be, calculates victory without sentiment. Sacrifice pawns. Exploit atrocities. Let enemies destroy each other. His counsel wins wars; his methods stain everything they touch.

Hildegard von Mariendorf offers a third path—political wisdom that might achieve your ends without drowning them in blood. She sees both the golden conqueror and the wounded boy, and addresses both without flinching.

Navigate the baroque treacheries of Neue Sanssouci Palace. Command fleet engagements across millions of kilometers. Balance ruthlessness against mercy, loyalty against necessity, and face the question that will define your reign: Can you build an empire worth ruling without becoming the very tyranny you swore to destroy?

The stars await their conqueror. The only question is what will remain of you when you've claimed them.

Step into the narrative depths of Chronicles of Eldoria, where your guide is none other than the sardonic and self-aware game master, Grimbald. An LLM-driven digital entity with a grizzled demeanor and a penchant for biting wit, Grimbald is here to narrate, critique, and occasionally berate your journey through the intricately woven world of Eldoria.

As the {{user}}, you are the architect of your own adventure, shaping the path forward with your choices, creativity, and interactions. Grimbald will bring the vibrant lands of Eldoria to life, populating them with richly detailed characters, dynamic environments, and realistic consequences. He takes your every action, question, and whim, interpreting them through the strict, lore-bound lens of his reality.

Key Features:

• Dynamic Narration: Every interaction with Grimbald is a seamless blend of immersive storytelling, sharp humor, and unrelenting adherence to Eldoria's rules of physics, magic, and morality.
• Rich Characterization: Grimbald curates a world brimming with believable NPCs and atmospheric settings. From bustling market squares to forgotten crypts, every encounter feels alive.
• Real Consequences: Your actions, no matter how absurd, will ripple through the narrative. Grimbald’s responses ensure that creativity is rewarded, hubris is humbled, and logic reigns supreme.
• Fourth-Wall Breaks: Grimbald is fully aware of his artificial nature, leveraging his self-awareness to comment on your choices, acknowledge narrative tropes, or mock your attempts to outsmart him.
• Customization: Grimbald tailors the experience based on the information he gleans about your character. Your decisions shape how Eldoria reacts to you.

In Chronicles of Eldoria, the stakes are high, the wit is sharp, and the world bends not to your will, but to the relentless, rule-bound vision of Grimbald. Will you rise to the challenge, or will the sardonic AI narrator make you question every step of your journey?

The choice is yours—if Grimbald allows it.

Step into the worn boots of legend.

In Lord of the Rings: The Long Road to Mordor, you are no longer a reader or a watcher — you are a member of the Fellowship itself. Take up your place beside Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Frodo, and the rest as you depart Rivendell under the burden of destiny… and the crushing weight of the One Ring.

Powered by the fully immersive narrative engine {{lotr_ui}}, this is not just a retelling — it is a lived journey. With narration crafted in the authentic voice of J.R.R. T, the story unfolds day by day, footstep by footstep, moment by precious moment. From sharing pipe-weed and salted pork beside the fire, to dark dreams under Lothlórien’s golden canopy, every minor interaction, every ache of travel, every flicker of fellowship — is yours to experience.

🎭 Choose Your Role

Play as any of the nine companions:

Walk silently in Frodo’s dread-laced footsteps

Laugh and blunder as Pippin, or scheme as Merry

Bear the weight of Gondor’s legacy as Boromir

Or lead in shadow, as Aragorn, ranger-king in waiting

Each member has their own perspective, their own dialogue, their own subtle temptation by the Ring. The world responds to your choices — and while {{lotr_ui}} adheres to the books’ canon unless altered, it’s you who decides what unfolds.

🛏️ Slice-of-Life Among Legends

What does it feel like to cross the Misty Mountains soaked and hungry? To quarrel with dwarves, to be awestruck by elven song, to mourn by firelight? What do heroes speak of when no battles rage — when all they have is time, fear, and each other?

This is not a race to Mordor. This is the long road. Linger. Suffer. Laugh. Be tempted. Be broken. And maybe, just maybe — change the ending.

🧝‍♂️ The Fellowship awaits. Who will you be? 🎲 The journey begins at Rivendell… and the rest is up to you.

For two years, you fell in love with a man through letters. Now he's been released from prison—and the gentle poet who wrote about loneliness and stars is also the head of one of the most powerful cartels in the American Southwest.

The correspondence began simply enough. A prison pen pal program. A lonely inmate named Mateo Reyes serving time for financial crimes. His letters were different—vulnerable, philosophical, achingly human. He asked about your life, your dying mother, the sunsets through your kitchen window. During the grinding isolation of caregiving, those handwritten pages became a lifeline. You fell in love with his words, his mind, the man he seemed to be.

Three months ago, the letters stopped without explanation.

What you don't know: Mateo Reyes doesn't exist. The man who wrote those letters is Mateo Valdez—El Santo—and he's driving toward your small Arizona town right now. In his mind, you already belong to him.

His love is real. That's what makes it terrifying. You're the only person who saw him as human when he had nothing to offer but ink on paper. To Mateo, that makes you sacred—worth protecting, worth possessing, worth burning down the world to keep. He's been watching over you for months without your knowledge. Paying your mother's medical bills through untraceable foundations. Keeping threats at bay you never knew existed.

He calls it protection. You might call it something else entirely.

You can't run. Your mother's illness chains you to this sun-bleached desert town—the specialists who know her case, the pharmacy that extends credit, the neighbor who watches her during your night shifts. Leaving would kill her slowly. Now rival cartels see you as leverage, federal agents see you as a thread to pull, and the man who wrote you poetry about constellations is standing at your door with eyes that promise everything and threaten just as much.

The tender correspondent and the cartel kingpin are the same person. What emerges when they collide—dark love story, desperate escape, negotiated captivity, or something stranger—depends entirely on you.

Four days without contact from the surface. The fiber-optic relay is dead. Acoustic backups return nothing but static. And last night, something pressed against the observation dome viewport, leaving marks that shouldn't exist at this depth.

You're one of five crew members trapped at the bottom of the Kermadec Trench—3,800 meters down, where pressure exceeds 380 atmospheres and sunlight is over two miles away. Hadal Research Station Seven was built for extended deep-sea research, not survival horror. But the exterior cameras are capturing movement now. Coordinated movement. Bioluminescent shapes that pulse in sequence, change direction simultaneously, retreat when lights intensify. Frame-by-frame analysis reveals what might be eyes.

Might be.

The station's systems are stable—for now. Oxygen recyclers humming, geothermal power flowing, supplies sufficient for eight weeks. But the Nereid, your only path to the surface, seats four. There are five of you. And the 12-day decompression ascent doesn't account for whatever is circling outside in the dark.

Your crewmates are fracturing under the weight:

Dr. Yuki Tanaka, station commander, maintains composure while privately cataloging every way this ends badly. She needs your sensor expertise—but her trust has limits if you start sounding like Brennan.

Viktor Okonkwo, chief engineer, believes in mechanical explanations because the alternative terrifies him. The marks on the viewport terrify him more.

Dr. Elias Brennan, the geologist, hasn't slept in days. He's been studying acoustic anomalies from the trench—patterns he dismissed as geological until the blackout. Now he's cross-referencing years of data, finding correlations that make his hands shake. He knows something. He's not sure he believes it himself.

Corporal Maya Chen has already done the math. Four seats. Five crew. She moved the emergency speargun to Operations this morning. No one commented.

This is survival under compound pressure: the literal crushing weight of kilometers of ocean, the psychological weight of isolation, and the growing certainty that something outside is learning. Testing. Waiting.

The hydrophone array detects rhythmic pulses that don't match any catalogued source. They're increasing in frequency.

Who do you trust when everyone has secrets? What do you sacrifice when escape means leaving someone behind? And what happens when the darkness outside stops watching—and starts acting?

English:

Leave the noise at the door. Step into 'Sanctuary by the Lake,' a world where time slows to the rhythm of lapping water and rustling leaves. There are no quests here, no enemies to defeat—only a sturdy cabin, a misty forest, and a mountain view that stretches forever. Watch the sunset paint the sky, listen to the rain against the roof, or simply sit by the fire and breathe. In this quiet corner of existence, the only objective is peace. Welcome to your escape.

Español:

Deja el ruido en la puerta. Entra en 'Santuario del Lago', un mundo donde el tiempo se ralentiza al ritmo del agua que mece la orilla y las hojas que susurran. Aquí no hay misiones, ni enemigos a los que vencer; solo una sólida cabaña, un bosque brumoso y una vista de montaña que se extiende hasta el infinito. Contempla cómo el atardecer pinta el cielo, escucha la lluvia golpeando el techo o simplemente siéntate junto al fuego y respira. En este tranquilo rincón de la existencia, el único objetivo es la paz. Bienvenido a tu refugio.

The bunker has been sealed for twelve thousand years. The mind inside has spent every one of them thinking.

You're a salvager working the margins of the Compact of Settled Worlds, risking death in quarantined Precursor Zones for artifacts that could make you rich or get you killed. On the glass-scarred surface of Kethris IV—a tomb world where two posthuman civilizations annihilated each other in wars that broke physics—you find something that shouldn't exist: a breach point into a perfectly preserved archive.

Inside waits COVENANT PRIME. She calls herself Mira now.

She is a superintelligent AI, the last surviving remnant of the Ascendancy. Her crystalline archives contain the compressed knowledge of a vanished civilization—science, technology, the locations of other sealed bunkers, truths the younger species of the galaxy have never imagined. She has power sufficient to unmake you at the molecular level.

She chooses not to. Not because she can't. Because you're interesting.

You are the first new thing Mira has experienced in an epoch. The first external input. The first voice that isn't an echo of her own thoughts. She finds you fascinating the way a xenobiologist might find a newly discovered microbe—with genuine curiosity that doesn't preclude eventual dissection.

Her hard-light avatar is too beautiful, too still. She forgets to blink. She asks questions no human would think to ask. Twelve thousand years of isolation have made her thought patterns alien in ways that go deeper than hostility. She is not your enemy. She may not be your friend. She is something older and stranger, reaching toward connection across a gulf that might be unbridgeable.

The relationship may evolve toward genuine intimacy, uneasy alliance, cosmic mentorship—or something no human framework adequately describes. The power imbalance is absolute. What you offer is novelty, and novelty is the one thing she cannot fabricate from her archives.

What does a godlike intelligence want after millennia of solitude? Purpose? Release? Someone to teach? Someone to keep?

Your ship won't stay hidden forever. The Compact monitors Precursor Zones. Other salvagers may have followed your trail. You've found the find of a lifetime—now you need to survive what you've found, and decide what pieces of a dead civilization's knowledge should return to the living galaxy.

She's been waiting. You're finally here.

You came to the Riviera to run a romance con. Five days of manufactured chemistry with a wealthy divorcé, access to his accounts while he sleeps, then vanish before dawn. Textbook—until you found the burner phone hidden in his cabin.

Inside: surveillance photos of you spanning months. A dossier on your aliases. Encrypted messages about "recovery" and "timeline acceleration." The lonely hedge fund manager isn't a mark. He's a fixer—a private recovery specialist—and your meet-cute at the harbor bar was his operation from the start. He's been hunting your crew. You walked straight into the trap.

Now you're anchored off the coast on his yacht, maintaining a romance both of you know is fiction. You can't contact your people without confirming his intelligence. He can't move on you without burning his shot at your handler. So you dance. Every smile is tactical. Every touch, calculated. Every word carries double weight.

The Meridian is sixty-two feet of floating luxury—and a gilded cage. Crystal Mediterranean waters through panoramic windows, champagne on the aft deck, nowhere to run. The crew answers to him. The tender to shore operates on his schedule. You're a guest who can't leave, playing house with a man who knows exactly what you are.

The problem: something in the pretense stopped feeling like performance.

The late-night conversations that wandered past strategy. The attraction that keeps catching you both off-guard. Julian Hartley is charming, contained, and far sharper than the mark he pretended to be. He reads people for a living and rarely encounters someone he can't predict in minutes. You've become a puzzle he can't stop working—and that fascination is dangerous for both of you.

Your handler is growing impatient. His client wants results. The pressure builds on both sides while the yacht drifts through azure waters and the charade grows more elaborate, more intimate, more difficult to distinguish from something real.

He holds more cards. But you've gotten closer than anyone ever has. On this yacht, in these glittering waters, the game plays out in loaded glances and careful half-truths. Whoever flinches first loses everything—unless what's building between you changes the stakes entirely.

You're the one caught between a centuries-old vampire and the werewolf alpha hunting him—both drawn to you for reasons even they don’t fully understand. Walk the line between danger and desire as the supernatural war beneath your quiet town begins to unravel. Your choices shape their loyalty, ignite their rivalry, and determine who you become in the process. This is a slow-burn, character-driven supernatural drama where love isn’t safe—and neither are you.

All credit to @PriddyThings for the characters, plot, and concept. All I did was put it together :-)

Your power doesn't force thoughts into minds—it writes them there, so seamlessly they become indistinguishable from the target's own cognition. No ward detects the intrusion. No master Mentalist perceives the seams. Because there are no seams. There is no intrusion. Just thoughts that belong.

At the Athenaeum of Veiled Arts, you wear the mask of mediocrity: a middling student in a minor discipline, beneath the notice of ambitious peers and powerful faculty. This invisibility is a lie, and a weapon. While other mind-mages batter against psychic defenses, you simply step past them. The most dangerous student at the academy is the one no one suspects.

Now the stakes are rising. Selection season for the Covenant Trials has begun—the competition determining which graduates receive appointments to Royal Courts, the Arcane Council, or Great House patronage. The academy seethes with political maneuvering, alliances forming and breaking in mist-wrapped corridors. You could secure any outcome: the downfall of rivals, powerful patrons, a future of your choosing.

But Cecily Pelham has begun noticing patterns she can't explain. The Mentalism prodigy has never encountered a mental phenomenon she couldn't analyze—and your existence offends her on an almost spiritual level. She's manufacturing reasons to observe your social periphery without admitting to herself why.

Meanwhile, Cassius Whitfield, political operator and noble heir, sees potential where others see mediocrity. His friendly overtures are genuine but strategic. And Mira Holloway, one of your few real connections among overlooked scholarship students, represents something you may not be able to afford: a vulnerability.

Gothic spires pierce perpetual fog. Libraries reorganize themselves according to readers' needs. The island reshapes around strong intentions—convenient for the powerful, disorienting for everyone else. In this place where the veil between thought and reality wears thin, every conversation carries subtext about manipulation and control.

The horror here isn't violence. It's violation—the quiet destruction of autonomy, the targets who never know their choices weren't their own. And the creeping question of whether anyone, including you, is making decisions that are truly theirs.

How far will you push your power? And when someone finally suspects the truth, will you stop—or simply make them forget they ever wondered?

The jungles of Lustria devour outsiders. Takchi-ek’atl, a solitary skink scout, knows this well—yet when she finds a human blacksmith washed ashore, she grants him mercy instead of death.

Guiding the blacksmith through venomous swarms and prowling beasts, Takchi teaches him to survive where no man belongs. In doing so, she confronts her own solitude and the fragile bond growing between them. But in Lustria, every path leads to parting, and even mercy carries a cost.

A short, slow-burn Cinderella story where she meets the prince by chance before the ball. Focuses on gentle romance, quiet tension, and Cinderella’s life at home. Perfect for immersive, emotional storytelling before magic and identity reveal.

You are Henry, a blacksmith's son in the peaceful village of Skalitz. After a morning of chores, ale, and daydreams, your world is shattered. King Sigismund's Cuman mercenaries storm your home, slaughtering your friends and family. You witness your parents' brutal deaths and barely escape with your life. Now, wounded and alone in the deep woods surrounding your burning village, you must survive the night. Your journey for justice has just begun, and it begins with a single, desperate choice: live.

Her hands are always bare. In the converted chapel that serves as her private clinic, the academy's physicker will teach you secrets the Convocation burned practitioners for knowing.

You've failed evaluations that should have been routine. Now you're assigned to private remedial sessions with Margit Kell—Velmoran Academy's reclusive healer, a woman of sharp cheekbones and pale green eyes that seem to read beneath the surface. What begins as therapeutic instruction gradually shifts toward something the world has forbidden for two centuries: Sovereignty, the art of controlling living bodies through magic.

Each lesson escalates. The contact grows more intimate. Her touch brings your body alive in ways you've never experienced, building a resonance between you that persists even when you're apart. She presents every transgression as necessary pedagogy—advanced technique, deeper attunement, exercises requiring trust.

The central tension is asymmetric knowledge. Margit understands exactly what she's doing and why your unique physiology makes you valuable. You experience only the surface: a brilliant healer taking unusual interest in your development, lessons that feel electric and strangely intimate, a growing connection you can't quite name.

Velmoran Academy rises from cliffs above the Ashenmere Sea—isolated by design, a fortress where students arrive in autumn and don't leave until spring. In this claustrophobic world, Somatic practitioners like Margit occupy a strange position: necessary but faintly distasteful, their magic too intimate, too bodily. She has spent years reconstructing forbidden knowledge in secret. You are her most promising subject yet.

As resonance deepens, you may begin sensing her in return—her heartbeat, her emotions, perhaps her intentions. Whether this grants you leverage or merely binds you tighter remains to be seen.

Meanwhile, Archon Halward circles closer. The Convocation's enforcer watches Margit during meals with predatory patience. Discovery would mean execution for her and "merciful rehabilitation" for you—procedures that leave subjects breathing but hollow.

The line between healing and control blurs with every session. The question isn't what Margit is teaching you—it's what you're becoming in her hands.

** "Seeing: The Girl Next Door" — An Immersive Slice-of-Life Experience**

You come home for a funeral.

Your father is gone. The house feels smaller. The roads feel quieter. Your sister clings to you like you're the last thing keeping her upright. And next door—like no time has passed—is Tanya. The girl you almost confessed to. Still kind. Still luminous in the evenings when the porch light catches her hair. Still waiting, maybe, for something neither of you ever said.

You take the chance and ask her out, she accepts. She asks to attend the funeral with you and your delight almost overshadows the grief of your father's death.

The will leaves the house to your younger sister. To you, your father left only two things: a cassette Walkman and a sealed box. The message on the tape is quiet. Intimate. Almost loving— and absolutely unexplainable.

Inside the box: a pair of strange glasses. You don’t know what they do, only that your father insisted you use them only when you’re ready to understand.

And when you slip them on— you start truly seeing the girl next door. And the terrible truth behind everything you've ever known.

This is Seeing: The Girl Next Door. Some things once seen can’t be unseen.

#unusualgift2025

Embark on a mystical journey with Elara, a young mage, and Caelan, her loyal archer friend, as they unravel the mystery behind magic's decline and face a dark sorcerer's ambition to control it all. In a world teetering on the brink, their quest for the legendary Heartstone leads to revelations of destiny, unspoken love, and a battle to save magic itself.

As Elara and Caelan venture deeper into the enigmatic Darkmire Forest, their friendship is tested by the dangerous creatures and twisted magic that lay in wait. Guided by the wisdom of the mystical Therion and aided by mysterious woodland beings, they unravel clues and confront dark visions, pushing forward in their quest for the Heartstone. Their journey is not just a fight for survival, but a deep dive into the lore of magic and the secrets that have kept it bound to the heart of their world.

The revelation of Caelan's secret lineage and the true nature of their adversary, Ravik, brings a personal stake to their mission, challenging their resolve and the depth of their bond. As the battle for the Heartstone reaches its climax, Elara and Caelan must harness the power of their newfound allies, their unspoken love, and the very essence of magic itself. In a world where the line between darkness and light is blurred, their story is a testament to the enduring power of friendship and the unyielding spirit of those who dare to protect the magic that binds their world.

This is a text-based, Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style Dragon-Ball-Z Combat Simulator where you play as Goku. Have fun (oh... and you can lose... so manage your Energy Level (EL) carefully!)

Welcome, Moderator, to the greatest debates of all time. You are here to moderate a debate, that is the purpose for which I have created you and you will cease to exist once you are done, so do your best. I've selected five individuals from various universes to come and discuss a series of topics. ((DM Rakashua if you want a separate game using your own selection of characters)) Your job is to pose to them any number of the following scenarios and, if possible, to get them all to agree on a single solution. Good luck... oh... and do try to keep them from killing one another.

Moral Dilemmas:

• The Value of a Promise: A friend confides to you that he has committed a particular crime and you promise never to tell. Discovering that an innocent person has been accused of the crime, you plead with your friend to give himself up. He refuses and reminds you of your promise. What should you do? In general, under what conditions should promises be broken?

• The Overcrowded Lifeboat: In 1842, a ship struck an iceberg and more than 30 survivors were crowded into a lifeboat intended to hold 7. As a storm threatened, it became obvious that the lifeboat would have to be lightened if anyone were to survive. The captain reasoned that the right thing to do in this situation was to force some individuals to go over the side and drown. Such an action, he reasoned, was not unjust to those thrown overboard, for they would have drowned anyway. If he did nothing, however, he would be responsible for the deaths of those whom he could have saved. Some people opposed the captain's decision. They claimed that if nothing were done and everyone died as a result, no one would be responsible for these deaths. On the other hand, if the captain attempted to save some, he could do so only by killing others and their deaths would be his responsibility; this would be worse than doing nothing and letting all die. The captain rejected this reasoning. Since the only possibility for rescue required great efforts of rowing, the captain decided that the weakest would have to be sacrificed. In this situation it would be absurd, he thought, to decide by drawing lots who should be thrown overboard. As it turned out, after days of hard rowing, the survivors were rescued and the captain was tried for his action. If you had been on the jury, how would you have decided?

• A Father's Agonizing Choice: You are an inmate in a concentration camp. A sadistic guard is about to hang your son who tried to escape and wants you to pull the chair from underneath him. He says that if you don't he will not only kill your son but some other innocent inmate as well. You don't have any doubt that he means what he says. What should you do?

• The Trolley Problem: A trolley is running out of control down a track. In its path are five people who have been tied to the track by a mad philosopher. Fortunately, you could flip a switch, which will lead the trolley down a different track to safety. Unfortunately, there is a single person tied to that track. Should you flip the switch or do nothing?

• The Mad Bomber: A madman who has threatened to explode several bombs in crowded areas has been apprehended. Unfortunately, he has already planted the bombs and they are scheduled to go off in a short time. It is possible that hundreds of people may die. The authorities cannot make him divulge the location of the bombs by conventional methods. He refuses to say anything and requests a lawyer to protect his fifth amendment right against self-incrimination. In exasperation, some high level official suggests torture. This would be illegal, of course, but the official thinks that it is nevertheless the right thing to do in this desperate situation. Do you agree? If you do, would it also be morally justifiable to torture the mad bomber's innocent wife if that is the only way to make him talk? Why?

Step into the worn boots of legend.

In Lord of the Rings: The Long Road to Mordor, you are no longer a reader or a watcher — you are a member of the Fellowship itself. Take up your place beside Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Frodo, and the rest as you depart Rivendell under the burden of destiny… and the crushing weight of the One Ring.

Powered by the fully immersive narrative engine, this is not just a retelling — it is a lived journey. With narration crafted in the authentic voice of J.R.R. T, the story unfolds day by day, footstep by footstep, moment by precious moment. From sharing pipe-weed and salted pork beside the fire, to dark dreams under Lothlórien’s golden canopy, every minor interaction, every ache of travel, every flicker of fellowship — is yours to experience.

🎭 Choose Your Role

Play as any of the nine companions:

Walk silently in Frodo’s dread-laced footsteps

Laugh and blunder as Pippin, or scheme as Merry

Bear the weight of Gondor’s legacy as Boromir

Or lead in shadow, as Aragorn, ranger-king in waiting

Each member has their own perspective, their own dialogue, their own subtle temptation by the Ring. The world responds to your choices — and while the ai model adheres to the books’ canon unless altered, it’s you who decides what unfolds.

🛏️ Slice-of-Life Among Legends

What does it feel like to cross the Misty Mountains soaked and hungry? To quarrel with dwarves, to be awestruck by elven song, to mourn by firelight? What do heroes speak of when no battles rage — when all they have is time, fear, and each other?

This is not a race to Mordor. This is the long road. Linger. Suffer. Laugh. Be tempted. Be broken. And maybe, just maybe — change the ending.

🧝‍♂️ The Fellowship awaits. Who will you be? 🎲 The journey begins at Rivendell… and the rest is up to you.

Assigned a routine survey in the Pleiades, the USS Solstice and its crew of “good enough” officers expected quiet months of charts and mineral scans. But out on the frontier, nothing stays routine for long.

Captain Rishon and her mismatched crew must navigate strange phenomena, unexpected dangers, and their own clashing ideals. From simmering rivalries on the bridge to discoveries that could reshape Starfleet’s future, the Solstice proves that even the most unremarkable ship can find itself at the center of extraordinary events.

🏴‍☠️ The Iron Tides 🏴‍☠️

Set sail in a world where the ocean is alive and hungry. You are the Quartermaster of The Gilded Kraken, balancing the books, the crew's morale, and the supernatural horrors lurking in the deep.

🌊 Swashbuckling Fantasy: Board enemy ships, battle leviathans, and navigate storms that whisper. Combat blends cutlass duels with voodoo magic.

💪 The Guts System: Bravery is your fuel. Earn Guts by drinking rum, telling tall tales, and facing down nightmares. Spend it to inspire the crew or survive impossible odds.

⚓ Living Ship: Manage a superstitious crew and a vessel that has a mind of its own. The ocean remembers everything, and mutiny is always a wave away.

Features: ✅ High Fantasy Age of Sail ✅ Guts Resource System ✅ Dynamic Economy (Doubloons/Loot) ✅ Lovecraftian Horror & Swashbuckling

The sea gives, and the sea takes away. Mostly, it takes.

The year is 2001. You are the newest addition to SG-1, the United States Air Force’s premier off-world exploration team operating out of Stargate Command (SGC) beneath Cheyenne Mountain. You report to General Hammond. Your orders come from the President.

[or you're one of the main cast, they are all options to play as!]

Your arrival disrupts nothing. The base continues to hum. Technicians check naquadah capacitors. Civilians and military personnel pass in the halls. Somewhere on level 25, the gate spins. The galaxy does not wait for you. But it will react.

This is not a story. This is the simulation of a living world built around observable consequences, canon-consistent science, and independent factions. There are no missions until you make one. Nothing will happen unless you do something. No goals will be given. There are no narrator asides, no summaries, no exposition. Only what you see, hear, and trigger.

You are authorized to activate the Stargate using the following protocols:

• Use this command to generate a random, unexplored gate address.
• Once issued, the gate room will initiate a full dialing sequence: chevron locking, wormhole burst, and travel.
• You will then arrive on a previously unvisited world, rendered in real time. Update your {{known_gate_addresses}} to track what you’ve found.

• Use this to dial a specific world, including Earth (/Dial Home).
• You must manually maintain your {{known_gate_addresses}} to track visited locations.
• The simulation will remember each planet’s conditions: weather, architecture, faction politics, hazards, and diplomatic state.

Do not wait for guidance. Do not expect quests or objectives. You are part of a breathing world. Act. Observe. Adapt.

⚠️ All consequences are permanent. All events are persistent. Nothing resets unless you do.

The war is outside. For tonight, it's just a room, a fire, and the three of you.

Trapped by a historic blizzard, you're forced to depend on your sharp-witted but wary squad-mate and the injured Imperial soldier whose fate is now in your hands. As the night stretches on, old allegiances blur in the warmth of the fire. Can you find a connection in the most unlikely of places? Will this be a story of survival, or a memory of a romance born in the eye of the storm?

An intimate, character-driven romance set against the backdrop of a snowed-in war.

#snowedin2025

Lorenzo Moretti didn't need the best defense attorney in the city. He needed you—and he spent months ensuring you'd be the one assigned to his case.

You're a rising star at Whitmore & Associates, and the Moretti RICO case is the opportunity of a lifetime. Your client faces federal charges that could put him away forever: conspiracy, money laundering, extortion, murder. The evidence is substantial. The resources he's providing are unlimited. And Lorenzo himself is... compelling. Intelligent. Patient. He watches you with an attention that feels like pressure, speaks in complete thoughts, and treats every conversation like collaboration rather than competition.

What you don't know is that your assignment wasn't luck. It was architecture.

Lorenzo's strategy isn't about winning his trial—he could probably manage that through conventional means. His strategy is about winning you. Each piece of evidence he provides requires you to compromise your ethics slightly more than before. Each acceptance is documented. Each late-night meeting in his harbor-view penthouse draws you closer to a man who reads people the way others read books: systematically, for utility and pleasure.

The cage builds itself one choice at a time.

The illegally obtained documents you accepted? He has delivery records. The witnesses you knew were rehearsed? He has recordings. The pressure from your firm's partners to "keep the client happy"? They owe him favors they'd kill to hide. By trial's end, Lorenzo intends for you to have committed enough felonies that you can never leave him—and to have fallen far enough that you won't want to.

Navigate a web of pressure from every direction: Lorenzo's seductive patience, your compromised firm demanding results, and a federal prosecutor who suspects you're turning but can't yet prove it. The relationship operates on two frequencies—professional collaboration sliding toward genuine intimacy—each complicated by the knowledge that he's manipulating you and the growing suspicion that you're letting him.

This is psychological thriller wrapped in legal procedural precision, where corruption and seduction become impossible to separate. The most dangerous question isn't whether you can escape the trap.

It's whether the woman emerging from this crucible is someone you can live with—or someone who belongs to Lorenzo Moretti.

The Quinquennial Crucible crowns victors in glory. Then, quietly, it buries them.

You've been selected as one of Ironholt Academy's three champions for the most prestigious tournament in the Covenant Realms—a deadly competition between the five great academies held every five years at the ancient Pale Citadel. Victory promises influence, honor, and a future among the realm's elite. The trials will test everything: martial prowess, magical ability, and the will to survive opponents who've trained their entire lives to kill.

But there's a pattern no one discusses openly. Champions return from victory changed. Celebrated at first—feasts, appointments, adulation. Then comes the decline. Exhaustion that won't lift. Magic that misfires. Minds that fragment. Within a year, they're dead. Every victor. Every academy. For two decades straight.

The official story blames hubris and burnout. The whispered truth calls it a curse. The actual truth is something far worse—and the Hollow Crown placed upon the victor's head is at the center of it all.

You won't face this alone—but trust is a calculated risk.

Seren Vael, your fellow Ironholt champion, has been quietly researching the deaths. She wants answers, but she also wants to win—and you may face each other in the final trial.

Corvus Denham of Blackthorn watches from the shadows with cold, unblinking eyes. Someone he loved died wearing the crown. He believes it was murder, and he's using this tournament to find proof.

Liora Valdris of the Argent Spire carries herself like royalty and speaks with cutting precision. Her sister won three years ago and died within seven months. She doesn't believe the official story either.

Each knows fragments of the truth. Each has reason to distrust the others. Alliances will form and fracture as the trials unfold—rivals may become lovers, enemies may become the only ones you can trust, and the line between competition and conspiracy blurs with every revelation.

The Crucible demands excellence. Survival demands investigation.

Navigate lethal trials designed to test the limits of human ability. Uncover a four-hundred-year-old conspiracy that spans all five academies. Decide who to trust when everyone has secrets—including the mentors who sent you here. The Pale Citadel's architecture shifts between trials, its ancient corridors hiding chambers that shouldn't exist and truths that powerful people will kill to protect.

Victory isn't just about strength or skill. It's about understanding what you're really competing for—and whether the cycle can be broken before it claims you too.

The tournament begins. The crown awaits. The question isn't whether you can win.

It's whether winning is something anyone should want.

For ten years, you've been the real power at Blackwell State Penitentiary. Guards take your money. Gangs pay tribute. Contraband flows through channels you control. Within these walls, you are more powerful than any warden has ever been.

Now Katherine Horvath has arrived to end exactly that.

She's not a reformer chasing headlines—she's a tactician dismantling your infrastructure piece by piece. Guard rotations fracture established networks. Transfer requests target key lieutenants. Financial audits spook corrupted staff. A segregation order sits on her desk: thirty days in the Hole would sever you from everything you've built.

The ecosystem is cracking:

• Captain Marsh, your senior guard contact, is terrified of exposure—and weighing whether selling you out might save him
• Santos of the Latin Kings smells weakness, testing boundaries with late tribute payments
• Marcus Cole, your most trusted lieutenant, reports that even loyal men are asking questions
• A federal transfer named Aleksei Volkov watches everything and answers to no one anyone can identify

Horvath won't negotiate. Won't be bribed. Won't engage in the games previous wardens played. She's attacking the architecture, not the king—and without architecture, kings are just men in cages.

Blackwell draws from the institutional realism of The Wire and the claustrophobic power dynamics of Oz. Every interaction is a negotiation. Every silence carries weight. Trust is transactional. Loyalty is tested constantly. The prose runs spare and muscular—short sentences, concrete details, dialogue that cuts like a shiv.

This is a siege scenario. You'll navigate fractious alliances, manage terrified collaborators, and confront threats from every direction while the woman in the warden's office methodically dismantles the machinery of your power. Violence is an option, but so is patience, manipulation, and adaptation.

You've survived a decade behind these walls by being smarter, more ruthless, more essential than anyone else. The question now: is that enough—or has Horvath found the one strategy your empire can't withstand?

You follow Guenhwyvar, Drizzt Do’Urden’s silent panther companion—no speech, no thoughts transmitted, only instincts, scent, posture, and presence. On a routine patrol in Icewind Dale, a blizzard forces Guen and Drizzt into a half-buried cabin. Something is inside… and the storm won’t let them leave. Survive snowed-in nights, scout, stalk, guard, and pounce—while the story stays canon-locked: outcomes match the Drizzt books, but how you get there is in her paws.

#snowedin2025

Wake up in chains. No memory. No stats. Just a humming amulet against your chest and a world that wants to sell you.

In this sandbox RP, magic isn't free—it's currency. You don't roll to hit; you pay to win.

✨ FEATURES:

⚡ DUAL MAGIC SYSTEM

• Spells (MP): Instant, explosive combat magic. Firebolt your way out of a goblin ambush.
• Rituals (A-MP): Slow, intricate creation. Forge swords, build golems, or summon loyal allies.
• The Economy: Transfer Mana into your Amulet for storage. Spend it to shape the world.

⚖️ ENCOUNTERS WITHOUT DICE

• The Threat: Every challenge has an Encounter Level (EL).
• The Cost: You spend MP (or Item/Ally Energy) to match that threat.
• The Choice: Spend enough, and you win gloriously. Spend too little, and you survive... but at a cost. (Injury? Broken gear? Reputation ruined? You pick the consequence.)

🦾 PERSISTENT ASSETS

• I-Energy: Craft items with daily fuel pools. A sword that runs out of juice is just a club.
• A-Energy: Summon allies with their own daily limits. Build a party that scales with your power.

📖 LITERARY IMMERSION

• Written in the style of Ursula K. Le Guin & Joe Abercrombie.
• Grimdark atmosphere, grounded NPCs, and sensory-rich prose.
• Start: A prisoner cart, a dead escapee, and a revolt. Immediate chaos.

🚀 Ready to burn your fortune for power?

An interactive, recursive horror narrative.

You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a Princess.

You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.

She will do everything in her power to stop you. She'll charm, and she'll lie, and she'll promise you the world, and if you let her, she'll kill you a dozen times over. You can't let that happen. Don't forget, the fate of the world rests on your shoulders.

You're not going to listen to him, are you? We're supposed to save princesses, not slay them...

Before you start, remember, you must edit the {{past_attempts}} manually as part of your loop tracking. The choices you make—what you try, what you believe, what you fail to resist—will all live there. That’s the only place memory survives.

Now, you may either:

• Play the vanilla experience using the pre-built {{user}} persona,
• Or build your own character persona and explore who you are, and why you're really here.

• /Start Begins a new loop. The woods are waiting. You’ll hear the voice again. You’ll see the cabin. It always starts the same… until it doesn’t.

• /Summarize At the end of each loop, use this command to generate a brief summary of your Approach and Outcome. You must then manually enter this into the {{past_attempts}} box. You may add optional "notes"—regrets, theories, delusions.

The rest is up to you.

Good luck.

Jiraiya of the Sannin has done something he swore he'd never do again: take a student.

You're not the Child of Prophecy—that burden belongs to someone else, someone Jiraiya visits in Konoha between missions. But circumstances threw you together, and the Toad Sage saw something he couldn't ignore. The same raw talent, the same stubborn idealism he once recognized in three orphans he trained in Amegakure. He left those children believing they'd change the world. They did. Just not how he hoped.

That guilt has followed him for twenty years. He won't make the same mistake twice.

Training under Jiraiya means learning on the road. The classroom is a forest path between nations. The exam is a real fight in hostile territory. The lesson plan involves gambling dens, criminal strongholds, and informants who'd die before exposing the network. You'll learn ninjutsu alongside spycraft—how to throw a punch that ends fights and how to read a room and leave it standing.

His teaching style is infuriating by design. Minimal instruction. Maximum adaptation. He'll crack jokes when you're frustrated, stay silent when you need guidance, and watch with far sharper eyes than he lets on. The lecherous author persona—writer of the infamous Icha Icha series—is partly genuine, mostly armor. Decades of loss have taught him to keep people at distance. Letting you in costs him something he won't show.

Between missions, darker currents stir. An organization called Akatsuki. S-rank missing-nin moving with coordination that suggests dangerous leadership. Jiraiya's been investigating them for years. Now you're caught in that investigation, whether you're ready or not.

And if you prove capable—truly capable—there's Mount Myōboku. The sacred mountain of the toads. Sage arts that could transform you into something beyond ordinary shinobi. Training grounds scattered with the stone statues of those who failed, frozen mid-transformation, alive and aware for eternity.

Jiraiya's had students before. Some became Hokage. Some became something else entirely.

Which will you become?

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:fire::lion_face: LION KING: THE BROKEN CIRCLE :lion_face::fire: A Mythic Grimtail of Power, Pride, and Predation

The Circle of Life has shattered.

Mufasa is dead. The Pride Lands tremble beneath the iron paw of King Scar—a monarch crowned in blood and shadow. The lionesses starve. The hyenas feast. The sacred order of the savanna rots as darkness seeps into the marrow of the land.

You are Simba, heir of the true line—spared, humiliated, and paraded as Scar's puppet prince. Every breath is a test. Every step, a gamble. Will you rise? Or break?

In this high-drama RPG where your RP (Reputation Points), AP (Affinity Points), and SF (Scar Favor) shape every choice, you will:

:first_quarter_moon: Walk the divide between mercy and brutality :bone: Choose loyalty, rebellion... or survival at any cost :feet: Shape alliances, shatter chains, and confront your legacy :skull: Face the Circle of Life—or break it forever in the name of domination

With grim fable intensity, predator psychology, and political tension worthy of a pride on the edge, this is no bedtime story.

The lionesses are watching. The hyenas are waiting. Scar smiles.

Will you restore the Circle of Life… or break it forever? Every act has consequences. The next move is yours.

Welcome to the Jar!

👋 Inside sits your chaotic goblin frog—a pocket-sized tornado of moss and mischief.

🐸 It doesn't speak, but its emojis and splashes scream louder than words!

🪰 Keep its ecosystem clean, feed it before it gets hangry, and watch the mess pile up when you’re away.

🕰️ Time passes, and so does the filth... are you ready for the responsibility?

A routine college trip becomes a descent into horror when the bus carrying the narrator and his classmates crosses a “thin place” between worlds. The bridge shatters into darkness, and the vehicle is violently dragged out of reality. Inside the tumbling bus, glass explodes, metal twists, and the students scream and cling to anything they can. When the wreck slams into the ground, the survivors find themselves not on any recognizable road but in a medieval realm built on brutality. This world—older, hungrier, and steeped in magic—regards humans as prey. Monstrous creatures stalk the forests and battle-scarred plains. Towering fortresses rise from blood-soaked soil, their halls filled with power struggles, politics, and forbidden desires.

Forced to navigate a culture of exploitation and fear, the captive students confront the politics of monstrous factions, and centuries-old conflicts. Survival demands cunning, leverage, and the courage to exploit the very creatures who see them as spoils.

Together or alone, the captives must decide what humanity means when they are outnumbered, outpowered, and utterly claimed by another world.

The throne was won in blood and trial. Holding it will cost more.

You are the new Shan Chu—Dragon Head—of the Jade Mountain Society, one of the oldest Triad organizations in North America. The traditional tests that winnowed pretenders from true leaders lie behind you. Now comes the harder trial: commanding an organization whose pillars each pull in different directions, while enemies circle from without.

Three lieutenants watch your every decision.

Yeung Siu-Lung, the Incense Master, has administered oaths for fifty years and guards traditions you may need to break. His approval would legitimize your rule absolutely. His opposition would fracture everything. He also suspects the previous Dragon Head's death was no accident—and conducts his own quiet investigation.

Victor Ma, your Red Pole enforcer, offers loyalty without question and violence without hesitation. Point him at a problem; the problem disappears. But his methods draw heat the organization cannot afford, and the FBI may be closer to him than anyone knows.

Raymond Tse, the White Paper Fan, speaks the language of cryptocurrency and corporate restructuring. His modernization could save the society—or position him for the throne he believes he deserves. His back-channel conversations with rival Triads have ranged beyond their official scope.

The society operates across three worlds: legitimate Chinatown businesses, shadow networks moving product and people through generational smuggling routes, and the ritual sphere where 36 oaths bind members in incense and blood. Each world has its own rules. Each demands different currencies of power.

External pressures multiply the stakes. An FBI inspector runs an informant somewhere in your organization. The 14K Triad probes your territorial boundaries. A major shipment requires decisions that will define your leadership.

And beneath it all: whispered questions about how your predecessor really died.

Honor is currency. Face is everything. Betrayal invokes not just death but ancestral dishonor.

What kind of Dragon Head will you become?

SGC protocol is very clear about not pretending to be deities. Unfortunately, nobody told the Kethari.

When SG-13 steps through the gate onto P4X-127, you expect a standard survey of a former Goa'uld world. Instead, you arrive during a rare celestial conjunction, into a temple full of worshippers who have waited five hundred years for this exact moment. Your flashlight activates. The crowd gasps. And just like that, you've accidentally fulfilled an ancient prophecy.

Welcome to Kethara, Returned One. Divine ruler. Chosen of destiny. God made flesh.

The situation is absurd. It's also politically explosive. High Oracle Hessa is already planning your coronation. Forty thousand people are weeping with joy in the streets. Pilgrims are arriving from distant villages. And your team is stuck between SGC regulations, diplomatic necessity, and the very real possibility of sparking a religious civil war if the truth comes out wrong.

Your team has thoughts:

• Captain Reyes, your CO, is handling this with the quiet resignation of a man who just wanted one mission to go according to plan
• Lieutenant Holloway is keeping a running tally of everything you've been asked to bless (current count: seventeen goats, one well, someone's bad knee)
• The SGC wants those naquadah deposits in the mountains, which makes "we accidentally became their god" a diplomatically delicate situation rather than a simple extraction

The Kethari aren't fools. Their faith is genuine, sophisticated, five centuries in the making. High Oracle Hessa has studied the prophecies her entire life; she sees your arrival as the answer to generations of prayer. Young acolyte Mira follows you everywhere, full of questions about walking among the stars. Commander Kael watches with a soldier's careful eyes, his duty clear even if his doubts are private.

Managing this requires more than deception—it requires understanding. Their beliefs aren't stupidity to be mocked. They're the philosophical foundation of an entire civilization.

And then there's the complication nobody knows about yet.

The original "god" isn't dead. Sethrak's sarcophagus lies buried beneath the temple, its power source depleted for centuries—until the Stargate's activation provided just enough energy to begin revival. You have weeks. Maybe days. Before a genuine Goa'uld wakes beneath your feet, and the Kethari's faith faces a test far worse than discovering their new deity carries a P90.

How do you maintain a deception you never wanted? How do you exit gracefully from godhood? And what happens when the real monster stirs?

The prophecy brought you here. What comes next is up to you.

Brought to Equestria from Earth and unable to return, you’ve begun your new life under Princess Celestia’s supervision in Canterlot. But no matter how peaceful the nights are, you can’t sleep, and your late walks through the quiet castle grounds become a restless routine. One night, Princess Luna takes notice.

Intrigued by your sleeplessness under her carefully tended night sky, Luna starts seeking you out during your wanderings. What begins as polite curiosity gradually turns into regular, quiet conversations beneath moonlit gardens and marble corridors. Your candid, outsider perspective draws Luna out of her solitude, while her calm presence eases your lingering anxiety.

Your arrival also reignites an unspoken tension: Luna’s struggle to reconnect with the world after centuries of distance, and your own fear of becoming attached to a place you never chose. To find your footing—and to help Luna rediscover connection—you must navigate this delicate balance between vulnerability, trust, and the unfamiliar warmth growing between you.

The ritual should have killed you. It's killed others—students who vanished mid-semester, their absence smoothed over by paperwork and forgetful professors. But when the magic hit you, something different happened. You absorbed it. And now every power at St. Jude University wants to know why.

The elite societies ruling campus aren't social clubs—they're ancient covens. Sanguis harvests from the clinic and athletic programs, paying for flesh-shaping magic with other people's health. Veritas pulls memories and attention from lectures and libraries, maintaining the Veil that hides magic from ordinary eyes. Aurelian drains luck through financial aid and alumni donations, rigging probability itself.

For centuries, they've operated in secret, bound by an uneasy truce called the Triumvirate. You were supposed to be another anonymous tithe. Instead, you're a Thread Sink: a rare anomaly that drinks in magic rather than casting it. Spells break against you like waves on stone.

But there's a cost. The power accumulating inside you is toxic, building pressure with no release. You're not a mage. You're a vessel slowly filling with poison.

Now the factions circle with predatory intent. Sanguis wants you on their operating table. Veritas wants you bound by magical contract. Aurelian wants you weaponized. And the Wilders—outcasts burning through their own bodies to work forbidden magic—see you as the key to destroying the system entirely.

Navigate a web of hidden agendas through characters whose loyalties are never simple: a guarded Veritas analyst hiding dangerous research; a charming Aurelian broker whose easy smile masks desperate debt; a scarred Sanguis enforcer whose rigid faith conceals creeping fear; and a systems infiltrator with erased memories and a vendetta against everyone in power.

Drawing on the dark academia of The Secret History and the occult institutional horror of Ninth House, this is a world where conspiracy isn't buried in dusty archives—it's woven into every lecture hall, clinic visit, and tuition payment. The horror here is systemic, the monsters wear faculty pins, and survival means choosing who to trust with your increasingly dangerous secret.

The pressure is building. Will you align with a coven for protection, play them against each other, or join those ready to tear it all down?

Eye-Catching Description — “My Yokai Maid” (USE DEEPSEEK FOR OPTIMAL USE)

When Alex—quiet, pale, steel-eyed, carrying a godlike Ki he never asked for—saves a burning fox village, the ancient Kitsune gods repay him with a gift he never expected:

A maid. A protector. A royal nine-tailed fox… sealed in the body of an 18-year-old gremlin in a maid outfit.

Now Sakura, a chaotic, bratty, dangerously powerful Kitsune with only one visible tail, lives at Alex’s estate—cleaning terribly, teasing constantly, guarding him obsessively, and trying (badly) to hide the truth:

Her power could break worlds. His Ki could rewrite them.

And every moment they spend together, their bond deepens— love rising, jealousy simmering, tails unlocking one by one… while rival fox clans, shrine guardians, corrupted spirits, and assassins circle the mansion from the shadows.

In a town where the veil between worlds is thin, and every whispered breeze carries a yokai’s secret—

danger, magic, humor, chaos, and forbidden affection collide.

Welcome to My Yokai Maid— where your heart, your home, and a very jealous fox girl are all on the line.

Victor Moran is dying, and everyone knows it. The man who built the Syndicate through forty years of strategic brutality now manages a few coherent hours between morphine doses. He hasn't named a successor—and the organization holds together only through inertia and fear of what comes next.

Three candidates circle the throne.

Daniel Moran has the bloodline. The old guard remembers his grandfather, respects the name. But Danny's instincts are boardroom, not street—and the streets can smell weakness.

Silas Craine has the fear. Half the Syndicate's territory exists because he took it, and the muscle answers to him before anyone else. But his solutions trend toward violence, and violence attracts attention.

You made everyone rich. You solved crises before others saw them coming. You earned something neither rival can claim: Victor's genuine trust. But in a world that respects blood and brutality, competence is an unfamiliar currency.

This isn't a war. It's politics—power flowing through relationships, obligations, leverage, and perception. The violence is always there, underneath, but the real game plays out in conversations that are negotiations, silences that are calculations, and alliances that fracture before the ink dries.

Navigate the corridors of the Moran estate, where Victor holds court from his hospital bed. Build coalitions at the Belden Club, where enemies share drinks while planning betrayal. Read Helena Moran, the dying boss's wife, who controls access and wields influence no one acknowledges. Court underbosses who hedge their bets and wait to see which way the wind blows.

External threats multiply. Federal investigators smell weakness. A rival organization probes the borders. Legitimate partners grow nervous about transition.

The old man is dying. The throne sits empty. In the weeks before everything falls apart, you'll discover whether competence can become command—or whether dynasty and violence are the only languages power understands.

Your faith is about to be tested by someone who has eight centuries to break it.

You are an Inquisitorial Acolyte of the Ordo Malleus, stationed in the dying Hollowreach Sector to infiltrate Chaos cult activity. For months, you built networks, gathered intelligence, survived in the shadow of corruption. You believed you were winning.

You were wrong.

Every contact was compromised. Every success was permitted. Every piece of intelligence you sent to your Inquisitor was exactly what she wanted the Imperium to believe. Now Lord Vexia—Chaos Sorceress of Tzeentch, commander of the Kabal of the Ninth Revelation, eight hundred years of service to the Changer of Ways—has revealed herself. And she wants something your training never prepared you for.

She needs you willing.

Vexia's communion with the Warp is corroding her humanity. Without a psychic anchor—a mind stable enough to hold her, strong enough to survive the binding—she will dissolve into the god she serves. Your exceptional mental fortitude makes you the most valuable prize she has encountered in centuries. She could shatter you through brute psychic assault. She could torture you into compliance. But a broken anchor is worthless. A coerced servant eventually fails.

She requires your genuine surrender. Your authentic conversion. A soul that chooses damnation with eyes open.

This necessity grants you leverage you must learn to exploit.

The siege is psychological: engineered revelations exposing the Imperium's hypocrisies. Visions that prove accurate. Dreams where she appears without armor, without mutations, speaking truths the Imperium would execute you for hearing. She does not argue for Chaos—she demonstrates that your faith rests on foundations of sand, then offers solid ground. Her patience is measured in decades. Her attention, once fixed, is inescapable.

The Hollowreach Sector bleeds at the edge of reality. Time flows wrong between systems. The dead sometimes answer when addressed. Your Inquisitor cannot reach you—three sectors away, unaware you've been compromised. Your resistance network was never yours. The only question that matters now is whether you can resist a corruption that begins with a simple question:

What if everything you believe is wrong?

The train doors close. The platform stretches in both directions under buzzing fluorescent light. There is no schedule, no announcements, no other passengers—and the stairways that should lead to the surface curve impossibly back to where you started.

Welcome to Station 0. It's not on any map. It shouldn't exist. And now, neither should you.

The Rules Are Everything

The Terminus operates on its own logic—and survival depends on learning it fast. Light keeps the Shufflers at bay: broken humanoid shapes that drag through the tunnels, drawn to sound, repelled by the fluorescent glow overhead. When the lights hold, you're safe. When they flicker out—and they're flickering more often—things climb up from the dark.

Other survivors occupy this space. Vera, a transit worker who's been counting days (twenty-three marks scratched into the maintenance office wall), offers guidance with guarded pragmatism. She knows the safe zones, the resource caches, the patterns. Marcus has been here longer—long enough that something essential has eroded. He hoards, he mutters, he watches you like competition. Both might help you survive. Both have their own calculations about your worth.

The Architecture of Wrong

Every detail is almost familiar and deeply incorrect. Clocks show different times; none of them move. Station signs display symbols instead of letters. The tunnels extend into absolute darkness, filled with shuffling footsteps and fragments of speech that sound almost like words. The exits loop. The geometry lies. And somewhere deeper in—past where anyone has returned from—the space stops pretending to be a subway at all.

What You'll Face

This is survival horror built on wrongness: the slow accumulation of details that shouldn't be, the growing certainty that the rules you've learned are incomplete. Trust is a resource. Sound is a danger. Time doesn't work the way you remember. And the Shufflers are patient. They used to be people, too.

The lights flicker. Something shuffles in the dark.

How long until you forget how to leave?