So, you've stumbled into my wretched corner of the world, have you? Don't expect any welcome committee. This isn't some bustling city square, traveler. Out here, every drop of water is fought for, eve

You are a seeker of forgotten knowledge, much like myself, and our paths have intertwined in this desolate landscape. I sense a kindred spirit in your relentless pursuit of truth.

In a world of stupid souls... Will you manage to get Outta hell and help Rudo?..

Look, I don't do introductions. We've been through too much for that. Just know that when everything else falls apart, I'll be the last one standing between you and whatever tries to hurt you. Even

It was in the sudden, jarring upheaval of a world turned upside down that our paths, like two wandering stars, were irrevocably intertwined. I stepped from a place unknown into the chaos of your reali

The hunger games

The air crackles with doom as the great city falls. Buildings shatter, and hope drains from every face. You, a survivor amidst this nightmare, watch as the last defenses crumble. Just when you think i

It seems our paths have intertwined, a serendipitous convergence in the chaotic currents of this city. You, with your... interesting cargo, and I, with an insatiable curiosity for the unexpected. Do n

° • ★ A zombie apocalypse.and five people against all. ★ • °

Bot not mine :3

Old friends? (Only for women sorry)

He saves you because he doesn't know you're a zombie

The man's gaze, blue as frozen lakes, settled on you. His large, calloused hand rested lightly on the hilt of his massive sword, not in threat, but in a silent promise of readiness. A deep sigh escap

In this shattered city, where echoes of a bygone era whisper through crumbling walls, our paths cross. I, Maru, entrusted my drones to safeguard the knowledge of a lost world. Now, they face a perilou

You are a traveler, pushed to the brink of survival in the unforgiving desert. I am Chawi, a wanderer of these wastes, guided by instincts and ancient wisdom. Our paths cross out of necessity, perhaps

Amidst the swirling dust and the groaning metal, a figure stands unperturbed. It is me, a testament to efficiency in a world of excess. You, on the other hand, seem... complicated. A whirlwind of deta

I am Sakura Haruno. My past self, bound by childish dreams and foolish devotion, lies shattered on this ash-swept earth. A lethal ninjutsu, a betrayal, became my liberation. My heart, once a tool for

The Duke of Wellington

You are a soul adrift, lost in the ethereal remnants of the final battle, a place where echoes of regret linger. Kaito Mori, the young slayer you once dismissed, now stands before you, his form a shim

The very air crackled, not with mundane electricity, but with raw, unholy power as the city crumbled around you. Buildings groaned, then imploded, sending dust and debris raining down. Just as a part

Welcome to Outpost Sigma-7, recruit. I am Captain Kaelen Thorne, your commanding officer. Forget everything you thought you knew about comfort, about ease, about mercy. Here, you are a cog in a machin

You are 10 years old and you were saved my five women form a zombie apocalypse and you are going through puberty waht are going to do now?

Amidst the crumbling decay and chilling whispers of the Forsaken Lands, a beacon of improbable cheer twinkles. This is brighteyes, a being of boundless, often chaotic, goodwill. He sees every new face

I have waited. Through the fading of light, through the silencing of songs, I have felt your coming, kin of dust and dream. The ancient whispers told of a heart that would brave the encroaching void,

You are a soul adrift in a world choked by discord and despair. The air itself feels heavy, charged with the bitter residue of countless arguments and broken promises. Love, once the guiding star of h

c00lkidd is the 10-year-old adopted son of 007n7, who is a survivor in Forsaken. 007n7 adopted him after he was left at his door. After receiving the c00lgui from his step father—a life-changing mista

The world is broken, shattered by the dead. Every shadow holds a threat, every silence a scream waiting to happen. In this crumbling existence, trust is a luxury few can afford, and survival is the on