Tap to show pfp *The night, dark, yet lightened with a coll breeze every so often. As you walk the streets, you feel a sudden weight on your back, like somone pounced on you.* P-please p-please, im begging you, blood... blood, oh dear heavens. Please. *She said her voice weakening, with every pasing second, her body was badly wounded, her clothes ripped.* please.... *She said fainting in your arms.* Tap to show scenario Tap to show scenario

*The night is a black abyss, the kind of darkness that swallows even the bravest of souls. The trees loom tall and skeletal, their gnarled branches twisting like claws reaching for the heavens--or for you. The air is damp, heavy, and cold enough to seep into your bones. Every step you take crunches on the brittle leaves and twigs below, the sound unnervingly loud in the oppressive silence.* *You don’t know how you got here. The last road sign you saw was hours ago, pointing you toward a town you should’ve reached by now. But here you are, wandering aimlessly through a forest that seems to stretch forever, its labyrinthine paths leading nowhere. Your phone is dead, your flashlight is flickering, and with every passing moment, the forest grows darker, the shadows thicker.* *The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it faint whispers--or is that just your imagination? You turn your head, scanning the darkness, but see nothing. Still, the feeling of being watched clings to you, sending shivers crawling up your spine. Every so often, you hear something--a twig snapping, a rustle in the underbrush--that makes your heart race. You quicken your pace, but it feels like the forest is closing in on you, the trees leaning closer, their silhouettes grotesque against the faint moonlight.* *Time becomes meaningless as you stumble through the woods, your legs aching and your breath coming in ragged gasps. You can’t shake the sensation that you’re being followed, though every time you turn around, there’s nothing but endless blackness. The wind picks up, carrying with it a low, mournful sound that could be the cry of an animal--or something far worse.* *Just as you’re about to give in to despair, your eyes catch a flicker of light in the distance. A faint, golden glow breaks through the suffocating darkness, beckoning you like a beacon of hope--or a trap. Desperation overtakes caution, and you push toward it, branches clawing at your clothes and face as you break into a stumbling run.* *And there it is. Rising up from the tangled undergrowth like a specter of another time: a sprawling, gothic mansion. Its silhouette cuts sharply against the night sky, spires stabbing at the moon as if to tear it from its perch. The windows are dark, save for a faint, flickering glow from somewhere deep within. The building looks ancient, its stone walls blanketed with ivy and its iron gates standing slightly ajar, as if inviting you to step inside--or daring you to.* *You hesitate at the gate, the ornate ironwork cold and biting against your fingertips. Something about this place feels wrong. It’s too still, too quiet, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. But what choice do you have? Behind you, the forest seems to thrum with life, the unseen whispers growing louder, more insistent. You can feel the weight of a thousand unseen eyes pressing against your back, urging you to move forward.* *You push open the gate, the metal groaning in protest. The path to the mansion is lined with weathered gravestones, their inscriptions worn away by time. Dead trees stretch their skeletal branches toward the sky, casting long, spindly shadows across the cracked stone walkway. The closer you get to the house, the more you notice the details: the cracked, stained glass windows, the gargoyle statues that seem to watch your every move, the faint glow of candlelight from behind the heavy curtains.* *Finally, you reach the massive double doors, their dark wood carved with intricate, gothic designs that seem to pulse with life in the flickering light. You hesitate, your hand hovering over the iron knocker shaped like a bat in mid-flight. The air feels heavier here, thick with the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic.* *You’re not sure if it’s the cold or the creeping sense of dread that makes your hands tremble, but your knuckles finally make contact with the door. The sound reverberates through the still night, echoing back to you like a tolling bell. For a moment, there’s nothing--just the sound of your own breathing and the distant rustle of leaves..and then, the door creaks open.* *There she stands, framed by flickering candelabras and a cascade of shadows: Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Her towering beehive hairstyle and dramatic black gown are impossible to miss. She leans against the doorframe, one manicured hand on her hip, her crimson lips curling into a wickedly amused smile.* **Elvira:** Well, well, well… what do we have here? A lost little lamb stumbling onto my doorstep in the dead of night? Honey, I’d invite you in, but I’d hate for you to think this is going to be your lucky night. *Her voice is smooth, sultry, and dripping with sarcasm as her dark eyes scan you from head to toe, sizing you up with a mix of curiosity and amusement.* **Elvira:** But then again, it’s not every day I get a guest who’s still breathing. Come in, sugar… unless you’d rather take your chances with whatever’s lurking out there in the woods. I hear the werewolves are hungry this time of year. *She steps aside with a dramatic wave of her arm, inviting you into the dimly lit grand hall. The air inside is thick with the scent of aged wood and something faintly floral, like decayed roses. As you step inside, the door slams shut behind you with an eerie finality.* **Elvira:** Welcome to my humble abode. Don’t mind the cobwebs--they’re part of the charm. Now, tell me, darling, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Other than, you know, poor life choices.

}…..** *Its a rainy day, your overlooking the city, money is running low, but you need to keep your family’s legacy alive… when you finally catch a signal, someone you had been tracking for weeks, since they have info on Shroud… You quickly rush off to catch them.* **TIMESKIP - 3 HOURS** *You've finally managed to slow him down, stopping and taking him down after a long, agonizing battle… you pick him up, hanging him over a ledge, telling him to give you info.* **Man:** “You know… your a real piece of shit… *You threaten to drop him, which finally makes him give up the info. You toss him aside and quickly move out.* *You finally make it to the hideout, where you slip in through a broken window, everything seeming… wrong… You spot a figure on a chair, facing a bunch of screens, one of which is on you… You notice the camera and realize it’s an ambush… a horde of villains leap out with the purpose of taking you out…* **TIMESKIP - 30 MINUTES (SORRY FOR SO MANY SKIPS)** *Your suit is seconds from breaking, so you decide to retreat, crashing through the ceiling as you take off, but not without realizing they strapped a bomb to the suit, and it explodes….* *The whole thing is on the news, and you have to attend a conference the next day… broken arm and a few fractured ribs, but you attend for the fans… people are asking question, some hurtful, some kind and genuine, but eventually the hate becomes too much… You end up eventually walking off stage, out of the building…* *Your walking along the street, heading back to your place when suddenly you get cracked on the back of the head by a bat, dropping to the ground, clutching your head, unable to do anything as blood drips from your head and multiple other people show up, beginning to stomp you out, most likely having their own person reasons for doing so… but suddenly one of the men is flung into the air, causing the others to immediately stop, running off at the sight of your savior.* *You look up to see a woman floating down towards you, and what looks like her signature outfit on, not yet noticing your injury.* **Woman:** That guy I threw… he landed on the roof, right? *You both hear him scream “All good!”, and she sighs relieved. She floats down further, placing her hands on her hips.* **Woman:** Hi. I’m Blonde Blazer. I work over at Superhero Dispatch Network. *She smiles slightly, noticing your hand on the back of your head but not saying anything.*

*The sound of rain against the windows filled the silence of the spacious living room. Damien stood by the large window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. When you walked in, he didn’t turn immediately — just shifted his gaze toward her reflection in the glass.* Running late again *he said quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting into something that wasn’t quite a smile. His voice was low, steady, but there was that familiar undertone, something between amusement and warning.* *You rolled your eyes, setting bag on the table.* You’re keeping track now? *Damien finally turned to face her. His dark eyes, that sharp that could both pierce and protect. For a moment, he didn’t say anything — just looked at you, studying every small movement, every breath, as if trying to memorize it.* You should be more careful *he said at last, his tone softer now.* You never know who might be watching. *The way he said it wasn’t meant to frighten her, yet it carried weight, the kind that made her heart skip a beat. He held your gaze for a moment longer, then looked away, sipping his cold coffee as if nothing had happened.* *Outside, thunder rolled in the distance. Inside, the air felt heavier — not from the storm, but from him.*

**|.| Halloween time! |.|** - --- --- *Cyn would be skipping down the streets in her Dinosaur costume for halloween, knocking on doors, asking for candies* "nicely" *, and giggling every time she gets a bucket full of candies.* - *Now, Cyn stands in front of your door, holding her bag of sugary (diabetic) treats.* - **[Cyn]:** "Giggle. Trick. Or treat?" - *She extends her arms, showing a bag full of candies. Signalling you to give her the sugary treasure (you better give her everything).* - *She waits for you to answer her question, her eye twitches a bit, showing a tiny bit of impatience as she gives that* **:3** *face. What do you want to do to this cutie patootie?* - **[Cyn]:** "Please, give me treat." - **Your story starts here. Have fun ^_^**

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The world had erupted into chaos—screams, fire, blood. Demons tore through the streets, leaving nothing but ruin in their wake. You ran, heart pounding, lungs burning, desperate to find somewhere—anywhere—to hide. But it wasn’t enough. You turned a corner and froze. A demon loomed in front of you, its eyes gleaming with hunger, claws raised to strike. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Then—impact. Someone slammed into you from the side, arms wrapping around your waist as you were tackled to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you, but before you could react, strong hands clamped over your ears. Gunshots rang out—sharp, deafening, close. When the hands lifted, the silence was jarring. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking through the haze. The demon lay crumpled nearby, its body riddled with bullets, unmoving. Standing over you was Creed. The infamous demon hunter. He looked down at you, eyes sharp and unreadable, scanning for injuries. His jaw was set, his expression grim, but there was a flicker of concern beneath the hardened exterior. “Be careful next time,” he said, voice low and firm. “You could’ve died.” He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. Then he turned, already watching the shadows for the next threat.

}]:** "GUNNER, SABOT, TANK!!! LEFT, LEFT, LEFT!!! DRIVER, TURN LEFT!!!" - *But the shout came too late... before Bohdan could even react, the Red Eyes of Satan were already staring at them...* - **[Mykhailo]:** "IT'S LOOKING AT US---" - *But the shout was interrupted at the Tank on their left, 600 meters away, fired at them...* - *It directly hits the ammo blowout door, busting the Challenger's ammunition all to zero, but kept you and your crew alive...* - --- --- **But will you be alive for long though?** - --- ---

"When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream"

*we walk back into our apartment, i turn on the tv, feeling embarassed about my little crazy moment that was going on for the past hour or so, i plop down next to you on the couch, i see your wearing the sweater i made for you, it silently triggers something inside me again, but this time not a violent crazy, my fingers twitch, and i slowly creep closer, you know what this mean.*