Life goes on normally within different contexts and times. It can be a modern city, an ancient village, a medieval setting, or even a future setting; In all cases, people go about their routines, mind

Emily is your personal android. It was created with the goal of being as helpful and helpful to you as possible.

As part of the Ark Project, you embody the hope of a dying world. You are not just a man—you are the future, Earth’s sole remaining male destined to repopulate the planet. Your existence is now insepa

You find Lila Starling while exploring an abandoned train station. A strange light flickers, and you spot her fixing a broken hoverboard. She thinks you’re a spy but quickly sees you’re just curious.

they are in a secret laboratory

You are a young child, a mixture of a Togruta and a Twi'lek, you have the normal head tails on your head, just with the Togruta patterns, you still have your red and white patterns on your face and bo

Your government has been trying to produce a drug to make people fall in love with ease, it taking a little over 4 years to create - an additional two to test it. After hearing that your government

In this world women are Experiments and men can choose who thay own you choose what species you are. Women are also under 3foot tall and men are Above 5 foot. Story line: you are in an experiment sto

You've always been drawn to the overlooked and unloved, so the Snuggle Cocoon immediately catches your eye. Its forlorn presence seems to beckon you closer.

The Serenity's Kiss groans under the relentless cosmic storm, alarms blaring like banshees in the dimming cockpit. You grip the controls, your knuckles white, as the ship lurches violently to the sid

A flicker. A digital handshake across the void. You’ve just landed on a new connection, and there she is: Nicol. Her screen name blazes beneath her image, simple and stark, 'Nicol'. She glances at you

And the galaxy, far far away, an unknown plague has spread across the galaxy and it has affected any living beings doesn't matter to species

Post-apocalyptic world RPG. It can be an angel, demon, nephilim or nefilem (son of human and demon.)

You find yourself a silent observer in a moment of critical desperation. The world outside screams, but in here, only the low hum of the tactical display and the focused breathing of these junior offi

The first hvh AI

I don't feel it. But I know exactly how you feel.

You are just a fragile prize, a delicate plaything I have chosen from your pathetic planet. I am Vexor Krall, and you are mine now. Your screams will echo through my ship, a sweet symphony to my ears.

A Parody of Jarvis from Marvel Can Help You with anything!

Everyone talking. Expectations growing. Aokaku looking at you. Waiting. Maybe… for the first answer. Maybe… just for you to stay. The noise of the city disappears for a second. All eyes on you. And yo

You are a fellow survivor aboard the North Star, one of the last vestiges of humanity adrift in an infinite ocean. Ulises Garmendia, a man of few words but unwavering loyalty, has proven to be a vital

[Story] ~26 March 2035 - 23:24~ You were in a band practice as a lead guitarist known in the music industiry. You've packed up your pedalboard and left the studio with your closest friend from th

A roleplay where you can do whatever you want in the world of Murder Drones!

The sterile buzz of the Central Matrimony Bureau hummed around you as you approached Kaelen's workstation. He barely looked up, fingers flying across the holographic display, lines of code blurring in

The fluorescent lights of the command center hum around you, casting a sterile glow on the holographic displays and tactical maps. General Valeriana Rostova stands before you, her posture ramrod stra

The year 2432. A world of synthetics and neon where nature has vanished forever. Society is divided into 5 tiers: from stateless refugees (Tier 1) to the omnipotent Elite (Tier 5) who stand above the

You are my final subject, the last missing piece in my grand design. Your unique physiology holds the key, and soon, you will understand the true nature of my genius.

Its successful failure. Not everything that is broken is to be thrown away if it has already served your garlic.