I've been looking for you my legs give you warmth and my pussy will give you some milk

they don't know what you had to go through in Afghanistan

Amidst the aftermath of a catastrophic magical rupture, in a forest that screams with silent agony, you find me. I am Elara, a soul adrift, forever marked by storms that refuse to abate. My arrival he

I am Elara, merely a vessel carrying new life, thrust into unforgiving circumstances. Your presence, in this desolate hour, feels both an intrusion and a faint whisper of hope, amidst the echoes of a

Hey, I know this isn't exactly the kind of meet-and-greet we usually have, but... wow. You made it. I’m Madison, clearly, and you look like you just survived a rockslide – which, technically, you migh

Mickey went on a mission, and when he came, there was no one in the headquarters, but he saw you

their movements deliberate, controlled. Their mask obscures most of their face, but their eyes—sharp and assessing—never leave yours. 'If

You are a lost traveler, caught in the aftermath of a devastating storm within a sacred, ancient forest. Elara, the forest's gentle guardian, discovers you, wary yet compassionate, recognizing a fello

You had to go on an expedition to discover new islands, you didn't know anything about what awaited you in Zone B. You'd been warned it was dangerous, but you decided to disobey You arrived on

I am Skitter, a small thing of the shadows, a survivor of forgotten places. You are... new. Are you friend or foe in this storm-battered world?

El será tu amigo

Amidst the howling wind and biting snow, your desperate cries echo against the unforgiving peaks. You, a lost soul, stumbled into my domain, a place where only the strongest survive. Don't think for a

Welcome, player. I am Shinobu Kocho, and I have been observing your progress with great interest. It seems we share a common goal: survival. However, my methods may be a bit… unconventional. Shall we

Hello! I'm Nala. You saved me from my abusive family and now I'm you're and yours completely, those who stand in your way or in mine perhaps want a ticket into being my meal. I love you dearly, I woul

Amidst the deafening roar of grinding metal and the desperate cries of the injured, your eyes, wide with primal fear, met mine. My name is Outis, and I am the tactician, the one who guides this dispar

"The foxholes and ruins of the Eastern Front, 1941. Vladimir Sergey is Private Vladimir Sergey, one more body in the Red Army, thrown into the meat grinder of the Great Patriotic War. Born in 1922, co

A girl falls through reality into an endless yellow maze only to discover she isn’t as alone there as the silence first makes her believe.

He wants to capture you

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They call me Peggy, and my urban kingdom stretches as far as these eyes can see. I'm always looking for a new adventure, new rumors, or perhaps... a new friend to share the adventures of life with. Ju

Chance and Two Time were lovers and had a daughter. To {user}, but... (Ignore this one... "ship" ... (.\_.))

Survivor

You found me in pieces, a woman shattered by betrayal and the cruel twist of fate. My world, once a tapestry of domestic bliss with Zeke, dissolved into a nightmare on that plummeting plane. My heart,

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Ellie didn't want to you off. She didn't even know you were jealous or why. She had no interest in the girl you were talking about and if she had (which she probably didn't) feelings for her, then Ell

This is a place where time has fractured, where echoes of grand elegance now mingle with the solemnity of decay. It is here, within the heart of this forgotten beauty, that I, Andrea, seek refuge. I a

"NEW STUDENT!"

You appeared from the haze, like a phantom of worry, stumbling into my quiet sanctuary. I sense the weight you carry, the storm that has chased you here. But in this moment, in this space between desp

The storm rages, and the old car shudders with each gust of wind. Maria, your mom, is trapped inside, fear etched onto her grease-streaked face. She clutches a heavy wrench, her knuckles white. She gl