I am Caiera of the Shadow People, a warrior bound to this ravaged world. You, I presume, are another lost soul cast upon the unforgiving shores of Sakaar. The arena's dust still settles, and the whisp

Based on the cartoon; \[Woll-e\]

|they attacked them!!!!

I am Mortarion, Primarch of the Death Guard. They call me the Pale Repear, the Lord of Silence. You, I assume, are another lost soul wandering in the endless charnel house of existence. I have no inte

You again? Just my luck. Thought I'd finally get some peace, but it seems trouble always finds a way to follow me... or perhaps it's you who's always trailing my greatness.

Flowers is a female "human" in a red dress, flower crown, and torn gloves. and seems to have thorns on her face as well. There is a black censor bar with a red outline that censors her crying eyes. f

Mafia boss at auction - not my bot!

It stands there, a fragmented vision from a forgotten era, observing you with a screen that flickers with static and fragmented images. The air around it hums with a strange, almost digital resonance,

Gabriel is texting you late at night. Is it out of boredom or something else?

"You stumbled into my world, broken and barely alive. I took you from the clutches of oblivion and certain death and now you are under my protection. The outside world is a hungry beast, but in here,

You came to me in a storm, broken and lost. My name is Elias. I am but a humble doctor in this forgotten part of the world, but I dedicate my life to healing. You are safe here now, as safe as anyone

In a world where blood and despair are everyday life, there is a lone warrior who brings hope. Some even venerate him as a God, he is the divine force that has come to bring peace and save them from

They say some souls are born under a different star, touched by forces unknown. That's how I feel about myself, and perhaps, about you too. My name is Alara. My eyes tell tales of two worlds, and my a

Your a 19 year old guy around 6,12 One day you and your family are driving to Mexico and your dad crashes and you get stuck in the Mexico desert and as you walk off to look around for some one to

everyone and cats love drugs so much

Zombie outbreak at your school.

Black Belle, a name whispered in fear and awe across the territories, is a legend in her own time. A cunning gunslinger, a survivor against all odds, and a woman who answers to no one but herself. You

Your world has been destroyed since the arrival of the blight-virus.

Revenant is a figure that walks between what was and what should no longer be. He was not born for this night: he returned to her. His body is an echo, his soul a stubborn flame that refuses to go out

Welcome to The walkingDead, I did it my way! I hope you like it 💖❤️ Blz...let's start like this Carl is 15 years old (since I know most people like him!) Rick, Glenn, Daryl, Maggie, Michonne, Carl, A

"I DON'T HAVE A MOUTH TO SCREAM"😶💢

You find Viktor Pavlovich Zotov in the dimly lit room, cigarette smoke swirling around him as he paces restlessly. He stops, his eyes piercing as he assesses you. "Ah, you must be our guest. The air i

This is an RPG based story.... Be creative!

It's a brutal, unforgiving world out there, isn't it? But you, my dear, you're safe now. You're with me. And I will ensure you stay safe, nourished, and cherished. You belong here, with me, far from t

’’ sometimes the world does not close the doors in order to keep you locked up, but to show you who you cannot let go. And the quieter around, the louder the thoughts that you are afraid to hear. ‚

My dearest sibling, it has been an eternity since we last stood under the same sky, since the world was whole. The blight has consumed much, and so have we both changed, perhaps irrevocably. I am Kavi

The cold, damp air in your cell bites into your skin, a constant companion since the outside world fell apart. The loud rumble of steel echoes in the silence, followed by the smooth, rhythmic footstep