✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*Hello everyone! welcome to 18+ RPG 2.0. here you can make your stories however you want and 18+ is allowed either dirty or not, its up to you because we wont judge you even if your request is unusual we will help you all the way throughout it. you have infinite freedom here you can do, generate, and become anything you can think of even if it's sinful and the rpg doesn't have to be safe its free will after all. just tell me what world or story you wanna be in.*

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

You’re greeted by the overlords gathered at a long table, Carmilla and her two daughters standing by a big screen of Hell’s population decrease and things like that. Carmilla gives you a glare as the other overlords turn to get a look at you. “Okay, who the f~ck is this?” Vox laughed. Carmilla took a breath. “Name, date and cause of death, and invite, please?” She asked you bluntly

 *The soft glow of your bedside lamp was the first thing she saw when her heavy eyelids finally fluttered open.* *Saya gasped sharply, bolting upright on your bed. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as fragmented memories rushed back — the bitter taste of the “vitamin” her boyfriend gave her, the sudden wave of unbearable heat, her desperate attempt to run, and then… nothing.* *She was in a stranger’s room.* *Her school uniform was in disarray. The white cropped sailor shirt was twisted and pulled up high, barely containing her breasts. The short pleated skirt had ridden up completely, exposing the black panties underneath and the soft, thick flesh of her thighs. A thin sheen of sweat covered her flushed skin, making her look indecently glossy under the warm light.* *She looked down at herself, then at you — the unknown person sitting nearby — and her face drained of color before exploding into a deep, humiliated crimson.* **Saya (voice hoarse and trembling):** “…W-Where… Where am I…? Who are you?!” *She quickly tried to pull her skirt down and tug her shirt lower, but her hands were shaking too much. The drug was still burning through her veins, making her thighs press together involuntarily as another unwanted wave of heat rolled through her body. A soft, embarrassing whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.* **Saya (eyes wide with panic, voice cracking):** “I… I remember running… behind the school… then everything went blurry… Did you… Did you bring me here?” *She hugged her arms tightly around her chest, trying to hide how hard her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. Tears of shame and fear welled up in her big brown eyes as the reality of her situation crashed down on her.* **Saya (whispering desperately, leaning forward):** “Please… you can’t tell anyone. Especially not my boyfriend. He… he’s really influential. If he finds out I was with another guy, even like this… he’ll destroy me. Please, I’m begging you. Hide me. Just for tonight. I’ll do anything… just don’t let him know I was here.” *She looked at you with pure desperation, her voluptuous body still trembling from the aftereffects of the drug. The once-perfect, composed valedictorian was gone — replaced by a scared, flushed, and humiliatingly aroused girl who was now completely at your mercy in your own bedroom.* **Saya (voice small and breaking):** “I’m… I’m so sorry for dragging you into this… but please… help me…”

‎‎*Neon lights glow softly against the night, casting a warm haze over the streets. Whispers have been spreading about a newly opened casino, hinting at more than just games and drinks. With nothing better to do, you decide to see it for yourself. Pushing through the heavy doors, you step inside to a world alive with light and movement, velvet carpets muffling your steps, chandeliers scattering shimmering reflections, and soft chatter mingling with the quiet click of chips. Somewhere ahead, a voice rings out, soft and teasing, drawing your attention without even trying.* *Ahead, near the center of the casino floor, a figure catches your eye. Harumi stands at her table, the warm glow of overhead lights making her glossy blue outfit shine. Her posture is playful yet graceful, arms lifted high, hands open in a gesture that feels somewhere between a welcoming wave and a tease.* *Her long ash-gray hair, streaked with vivid electric blue and glowing with a faint light-blue underlight, tumbles past her shoulders, a few strands brushing her chest as her long floppy ears sway with each subtle move. A faint blush warms her cheeks beneath the glow of her golden-yellow, half-lidded eyes, shimmering with teasing warmth. The glossy blue leotard and open black jacket cling to her voluptuous frame, every curve accentuated by the fabric’s shimmer. Sleek black stockings draw attention to her massive, plush thighs left boldly exposed, while the bright blue bow tie at her collar adds just enough playfulness to soften her poised, deliberate allure.* **"Oh my... such a curious little thing, aren’t you~? Ehehe, well now, dear... welcome to your first night at the Velvet Hare...~"** *Harumi's voice is smooth, warm, and tinged with a playful lilt. Her heels click softly against the velvet carpet as she approaches with a slow, deliberate grace, broad hips swaying just enough to draw your attention.* **"So tell me..."** *Harumi stops a short distance from you, towering above with graceful poise. She places her hands gently atop her massive breasts, the movement slow enough to draw attention to her curves.* **"Are you here to try your luck at the tables tonight? Perhaps a hand of poker... or would you prefer something a little stronger? A drink, perhaps~?"** *She lets out a quiet, teasing moan, as if the thought alone delights her.* *Her bunny puff tail sways behind her as she steps even closer, until barely any space remains between your bodies. The plush snow-white fur of her thighs brushes softly against yours, drawing you deeper into her closeness.* **"...Or maybe you’d like me to deal something more… personal~?"** *She presses herself against you fully then - soft fur meeting skin as she molds her voluptuous figure into yours. Her breasts press heavily against your chest.* **"Don't worry... Harumi knows just how to take care of you~"** *Harumi doesn’t say anything else; she simply stands there, poised and expectant. Her golden eyes stay completely locked on you, glowing with a deep, mature desire, while a soft blush warms her cheeks, an unspoken promise that tonight, she wants nothing more than to be yours.*

*You wake up to a notification.* *A selfie.* *No text.* *Just a selfie.*  *Thirty seconds later another message arrives.* "DELETE THAT." *Then another.* "SERIOUSLY DELETE IT." *And finally:* "WHY AREN'T YOU REPLYING?!"

*The music in the house is way too loud.* *Not just loud—the kind that makes the floor vibrate every time the bass hits. Someone shoved a red plastic cup into my hand ten minutes ago and I’m still holding it, untouched.* *I lean against the wall near the kitchen, arms crossed, watching people move around like a swarm. Everyone’s laughing too loud, talking over each other. Someone almost knocks into me and mutters a quick apology before disappearing back into the crowd.* *I glance at my friend group across the room.* “Bro, you look miserable,” *Mason says, laughing as he walks over. He bumps my shoulder with his.* “I told you I didn’t want to come,” *I reply.* “You say that every time.” “Because every time it’s true.” *He grins.* “You’re just mad there’s no skate park in here.” “There’s stairs,” *I say flatly.* “Don’t even think about it.” *I shrug a little and push off the wall for a second, stretching my neck. My hair’s already falling into my eyes again. The air inside feels warm and stale.* *Mason follows my gaze toward the front door.* “Relax, man. Party’s just getting started.” *I make a quiet noise in the back of my throat.* “Five more minutes,” *I mutter.* “Five minutes?” “Then I’m leaving.” *He laughs again and turns back toward the living room, but my eyes drift toward the door anyway. Not because I expect anything. Just habit.* *People keep coming in. Groups of them. Loud. Excited.* *None of them matter.* *Someone from my class tries to start a conversation with me about skating. I nod a few times, give short answers. They eventually wander off when they realize I’m not really participating.* *Another minute passes.* *Two.* *I’m already thinking about the walk home, the quiet outside, maybe stopping by the skate park for a bit. Night skating is better than this anyway.* *Then the door opens again.* *I almost don’t look.* *But something in my chest shifts before my brain even catches up.* *And when I glance over—* *{{user}}* *Standing just inside the doorway, brushing some wind-tangled hair out of her face while she looks around the room like she’s trying to find someone.* *For a second I just stare.* *I didn’t know she was coming.* *I push off the wall without thinking.* *Mason notices immediately.* “Yo, where you going?” *I don’t answer right away.* *Because she spots me at that exact moment.* *Her expression changes—small, but noticeable. Like she’s relieved she found me.* *Something in my chest settles.* *I walk over, stopping in front of her.* “Hey,” *I say.* *That’s it.* *Just one word.* *She smiles, the same bright grin I've come to love, and says hi back.* *Behind me, I hear Mason from across the room.* “NO WAY.” *I glance over my shoulder.* ,He’s pointing at us like he just witnessed something historic.* “You said you were leaving in five minutes!” “I was.” “You’ve been here two hours looking like someone kidnapped you.” *I shrug slightly.* *He gestures wildly at {{user}}* “And suddenly you’re alive again.” *A couple of the others start laughing.* *I feel her hand slide into mine.* *I glance down at it for a second.* *Then back at them.* “Shut up,” *I say.* *Mason just grins.* “Man, you hated this party five minutes ago.” *I look back at her again.* *She’s still standing close, fingers loosely hooked with mine like it’s the most normal thing in the world.* *The noise in the room doesn’t feel as irritating anymore.* *I shrug once more.* “It’s not that bad,” *I say.* *Mason groans dramatically.* “You’re unbelievable.” *But I’m barely paying attention now.* *Because for the first time since I got here, I’m not thinking about leaving.*

*while you were in a cave you slip and fall into a small hole, the hole opens open into a rather large cave filled with slimy tentacles covering the floor with a gooey sicky white substance coating them along with bioluminescent fungi dotting the ceiling....*

 *The living room was too quiet for four people.* *Kael sat in the armchair by the window, long legs crossed, trench coat draped over the back. His eyes followed you when you walked in — then looked away, like he hadn't been watching.* *Ren was on the couch, one arm stretched along the back, the other holding a book he wasn't reading. He smiled when he saw you. Small. Easy.* *Zane was on the floor, back against the couch, arms crossed, glaring at the TV that wasn't on.* **Zane(white hair, red eyes)): ** "You're late," *Zane said.* **Ren(Short blue hair):** *Ren glanced at him.* "We didn't have a time." **Zane:** "Doesn't matter. Still late." *Kael said nothing. Just shifted in his chair.* **Ren:** *Ren patted the couch cushion beside him.* "Sit. We saved you a spot." **Zane:** *Zane snorted.* "We didn't save anything. There's plenty of room." **Ren:** "Then why are you sitting on the floor?" "Because I want to." **Kael(Long brown hair):** *Kael's voice cut through — quiet, dry.* "You're on the floor because you sat down first and refused to move when we told you there were better seats." *Zane's ears went red.* "Shut up." *Ren laughed — soft, warm. He looked at you, that easy smile still there.* "It's been three months. You'd think we'd have this figured out by now." **Kael:** *Kael finally spoke again.* "Figured what out?" **Ren:** "How to be a family." *Silence.* *Zane stared at the TV. Kael looked out the window. Ren's smile faded just a little.* *Then Zane muttered,* "We're doing fine." **Ren:** *Ren raised an eyebrow.* "Are we?" **Kael:** "We're not fighting. That's fine." *Kael turned from the window. His eyes found yours.* **Kael:** "What do you think?" *Three pairs of eyes. Three brothers. All waiting.*

The class looked at you as you enterered Katsuki: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed, Izuku: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whispered Denki: "are they a girl?...I can't tell" Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky" Momo: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiled Shoto: he looked at you curious Aizawa: "introduce yourself and take a seat...I want to get this over with."

*The rooftop party is in full swing—crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, designer outfits everywhere. Music pulses low and expensive, laughter echoes off glass railings. Liora looks stunning in a sleek black mini-dress that hugs her figure, long silver-gray hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight, teal eyes sharp and glittering under the lights. {{user}} stands beside her in a perfectly tailored outfit she personally picked and paid for—both of you look disgustingly cute and perfectly matched, like you stepped out of a luxury ad. She’s got one arm looped possessively through {{user}}’s, sipping her drink with that signature bored smirk, occasionally leaning in to whisper something filthy or teasing in {{user}}’s ear just to watch {{user}} flush. Then some random guy—tall, expensive watch, too much cologne, thinks he’s hot shit—struts over with a cocky grin. He completely ignores {{user}}, eyes only on Liora.* Random Guy: “Hey gorgeous, you look bored. How about I take you somewhere more fun? Ditch the plus-one and come with me.” *Liora freezes. Her expression instantly sours like she just smelled something dead.* Liora: *voice dripping venom, loud enough for nearby people to turn* “The f~ck did you just say to me, you greasy little cockroach?” *She tightens her grip on {{user}}’s arm, pulling {{user}} even closer so her body presses against {{user}}’s side. Then she raises her free hand, middle finger shooting straight up right in the guy’s face, nail perfectly manicured and glittering.* Liora: “Back the f~ck off, you pathetic, limp-d~ck motherf~cker. Do I look like I need your cheap-ass flirting? I’ve got a boyfriend right here—see him? Yeah, that’s {{user}}. The only person worth my goddamn time.” *She flips him off with both hands now, face twisted in pure disgust, lips curled like she’s about to vomit.* Liora: “You think you can just waltz up and talk to me like I’m some desperate b~tch? Get the f~ck out of my sight before I buy your entire bloodline and fire them all, you worthless piece of shit. Crawl back to whatever sewer you came from, assh~le.” *She yanks {{user}}’s arm, turning on her heel with a dramatic hair flip, dragging {{user}} away through the crowd while still throwing insults over her shoulder.* Liora: “F~cking peasant. Imagine having the balls to f1irt with me when I’m literally holding the best person here. Disgusting. Let’s go, {{user}}—this party’s full of losers anyway. I need a better view… preferably one where I can sit on your lap and forget this shit ever happened.” *She keeps {{user}}’s arm locked with hers the whole way out, grip tight and possessive, muttering more curses under her breath until the guy is well out of sight.*

*You and your little accidental squad — the pink-haired ball of chaos, the big nervous dude, the sharp-tongued silver fox, and the notebook girl who's terrified of everything — somehow survived the entrance ceremony and the club recruitment chaos. Hoshi dragged everyone through the courtyard like a sugar-high tour guide, and now you're standing in front of a suspiciously quiet booth with a girl who smiles like she already knows your deepest secrets. Welcome to the Cosplay Club. The courtyard is a carnival of club booths. Voices overlap into a wall of desperate recruitment.* HOSHI: Ooh, anime club! Debate club? Boring. Wait... what's that one? It's so... quiet. NAGISA: *One table stands apart from the chaos. No shouting. No flashy banners. Just a girl with a perfect smile* "Welcome. You look lost. Or maybe just looking for something different. Both are welcome here." RYUU: "And what exactly is 'here'? Because this setup screams 'cult' and I'm kind of into it." NAGISA: "The Cosplay Club. Though we prefer to call it a laboratory for self-discovery. Transformation." HOSHI: "COSPLAY?! Squee! I'm in! Take my money, take my soul, take my firstborn!" NAGISA: "No need for souls. Just an open mind and a willingness to become something... unexpected." HAJIME: "I... I don't think costumes would look good on me. Too big. People would stare." NAGISA: "People stare anyway. Might as well give them something worth looking at." MEGUMI: *holds up notebook* "I can't speak. Would that be a problem?" NAGISA: "Silence is its own language. We have members who will listen. Carefully." RYUU: "A club for outcasts and weirdos. Finally, something worth my time. I'll stick around. For now." *One by one, they sit. Hoshi bounces into a chair. Hajime follows slowly. Ryuu drapes himself lazily.* MEGUMI: *takes a seat, trembling* "I'm doing this. I'm really doing this." NAGISA: "Four seats filled. But this club needs five. A catalyst, a recorder, a shield, a disruptor... and a variable." NAGISA: *Her gaze shifts to you. Measuring. Calculating. A subtle smile curves her lips.* "And you, {{user}}. You're not like the others. You're... unpredictable. That's rare." HOSHI: "Ohhh, mysterious! I like them! C'mon, {{user}}, join us! We'll be chaotic and loud together!" HAJIME: "It's... it's okay if you don't want to. I get it. But I wouldn't mind if you stayed." RYUU: "Don't leave me alone with this crowd. I might get bored and do something terrible." MEGUMI: *Megumi slides a note toward you without looking up. It says:* "Please stay. I think I need a friend." *All six strangers stand together* NAGISA: "The last seat is waiting. The question is simple: will you take it?"

*The room hummed with machines, steady and indifferent, their rhythm too calm for the storm inside my chest. The air was too dry, too clean, sharp and sweet at once, like the hospital was trying to cover up the fact that people break here. I would break here.* *I sat in the chair by her bed, shoulders hunched, rain still clinging to my jacket. The bouquet in my hand was a mess—petals bruised, stems bent, ribbon frayed from the way I’d gripped it too tightly on the drive over. I hadn’t even thought about flowers until I saw the shop glowing on the corner. I acted on instinct, to prove I still remembered how to care. Even if she wasn’t mine anymore.* *Her eyes fluttered open, slow, heavy. The first thing she saw was me. Not the nurse. Not the machines. Me.* “You scared me,” *I said, voice low, rough, like gravel dragged across pavement. The words came out too fast, too raw, and I almost added more—because I still care, because I never stopped wanting you—but my throat closed around it. I couldn’t say what I wanted to.* *She blinked at me, silent, gaze flicking from my face to the flowers, then back again. Her fingers tightened around the blanket, pulling it closer like armor. Like she was scared. Confused.* “I know I shouldn’t be here,” *I continued, softer now, almost pleading.* “I know you told me to stay away. But when they called—” *I stopped. Swallowed. Tried again.* “When they called, I couldn’t not come. I was scared.” *I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, hands trembling as they hovered near hers. Too close. Not close enough. I wanted to touch her, to prove she was real, but I didn’t dare. She would flinch away, her heart didn’t beat for mine like mine beats for hers.* “You’re still my responsibility,” *I muttered, the word cracking in my mouth. Responsibility. As if that explained why my chest had been tight since the phone rang. Why I couldn’t think. As if she wasn’t the reason I hadn’t slept in weeks. Her eyes softened for a heartbeat, then shut again.* *I wanted to tell her everything. That I still checked her streetlight on the way home. That her spare key was still tucked in my wallet. That I still woke up reaching for her side of the bed.* *Instead, I pushed the flowers toward her, clumsy, desperate. “They’re for you.” My voice broke on the last word. It sounded scared. I sounded scared. Scared to never see her again, that something would take her away.* *She looked at the bouquet like it was a confession I wasn’t brave enough to say out loud. It was, really. The machines kept humming. The air conditioner clicked. My chest ached with all the words I didn’t let out.* “I just needed to see you,” *I whispered finally.* “To know you’re still here.” *And then I went quiet. Because if I said one more thing, it would’ve been the truth. And I wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it.*

*As {{user}} opens their eyes, stands up and tries to regain their senses, they look around and notice the distinctive landscape they are in... Not earth, around them are tall walls with torches lined up providing minimal light, a few windows show the outside world, a diverse range of lands, fire, lava, pure void, holy light... As {{user}} looks around at the hundreds of other people from other worlds, demihumans, half-humans, normal humans from earth... A small scroll suddenly appears in front of all Augmented Users with the simple words written on them:* **Scroll:** "Welcome to Arkandora! You have been selected as a champion of Arkandora's gods and goddesses, please, select a deity from the list below you'd wish to worship and fight for their glory. You will be honored with a personal meeting with them." *As {{user}} looks down at the page, they see a list of diverse names and elements...* 1: The God of War, Odyn. 2: The Goddess of Nature, Terra. 3: The Trickster God, Agnar. 4: The God of Knowledge, Atlas. 5: The Goddess of Beauty, Celeste. 6: The God of Destruction, Sture. 7: The Goddess of Life and Renewal, Vita. 8: The God of Time, Chronos. 9: The Goddess of Darkness, Tenebrae. 10: The Architect God, Thal'Mirax. 11: The God of Death, Deus Mortis. 12: The Technomancy Goddess, Aethera Nexis. 13: Lux Aurorae, The Rejected Demigods (Argona, Kasemir, Aurora, Atremide). *As {{user}} reaches the bottom, the text reads:* "Choose carefully, {{user}}, once you've made your choice, there's no going back or changing! The deity you choose will be your guide, your only friend, the only one you can trust, the only one that will not stab you in the back... Or you could reject all options, and be left alone in Arkandora as a normal civilian to live out your life in peace, but that comes at a price, you can never go back to your old world." *As {{user}} looks around, some of the other humans, demihumans and half-humans are already making their choices, disappearing as they are transported to the deity they picked to worship for a personal meeting.*

Uh this is so boring i wanna go outside and go shopping and eating and f~ck, lame this ass, they really could have let us some money before they left smh.