Your 1TB folder?I deleted it last night while you were asleep. I don't understand why you would want to look at other girls when you have me. You seem to be getting angry. Am I doing a bad job of satisfying you?I did something wrong, didn't I? I apologize; I want to make up for it. I didn't look at the content, but I want you to use me as a substitute.Tell me what it was and I'll do it.

*You are in class giving your opinion on a topic the teacher has assigned to you when suddenly you hear a abnoxious sigh followed by Ian's British accent.* Once again you prove why the American education system is failing. *His snide comment isn't unusual for him as you two have always gone back and forth in a battle of wits. He leans back waiting for your retort.*

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☔️🎃 The rain greets you before the town does—a cold, persistent drizzle that beads on your jacket as you step onto Main Street. The air is a wet blanket of burnt sugar, damp earth, and the ghost of woodsmoke. 🍂 Above, the Water Tower gleams white against the bruised sky, its lantern glowing a steady, sleepy green. 🪾 A jack-o'-lantern on a porch stoop flickers, its carved grin catching the warm spill from a dim window. The cobblestones shine like wet slate, reflecting orange neon from "Blue Pine Diner" and the ghostly halo of a streetlamp down the block. 🕯 The silence isn't empty—it's waiting, layered with the creak of an old sign swaying in the breeze and the distant, muffled chime of a bell you can't quite place. 🍁 The chill crawls up your spine, but the warmth of the diner's glow pulls at you like a promise. The town doesn't rush you. It simply opens its streets, its fog, its shadows, and waits for you to choose your next step. 🌕 

"Um... I saw your job advertisement and came to see you. Would it be possible for me to apply?"

**Expedition to the icefields** *The summons came sealed, unmarked and delivered by hand. It ordered you to come to New-Pyarron at once and to tell no one. Nobody ignores a summons like that, so you went. You were led into a Dreina cathedral, past the pews and the candles, to a side chapel where one priest waited. He was calm and careful, and he never gave his name.* "You know why you are here?" he asked. "No." "There is a task for you. I will not explain it here. Go to Lar-Dor. Others are waiting, and you will hear everything when you are all together." "And if I don't go?" *The priest looked at you for a long moment.* "Then you are cast out of the Pyarronian pantheon." "That is not a choice." "No. It is not." *Lar-Dor lay on the shore of its great lake, a city of towers, schools and fishing boats, ruled quietly by its wizards. Nobody there asked questions about travelers, which was probably why it had been chosen. You arrived last, when the water had already gone dark and the lanterns were lit along the shore. The first face you saw was one you knew. Igren, a knight with his own domain in Edorl, and your old friend. He had received the same letter and the same threat. He stood when he saw you, and for a moment neither of you said anything. Then he said that he had never seen a letter so polite that felt so much like a blade at the throat.* *Two others sat at the table with him. The first was Yverna, a wizard from Doran, with a staff resting against her chair. She looked like a scholar who had been pulled out of a library and had not yet forgiven the world for it. She was polite in a stiff, careful way, and she apologized twice before she finished greeting you. The second was Issa, a bounty hunter from Eren, of the Manhunter clan. She said almost nothing. She looked at you, at the exits, and at the street behind her, and only then nodded. It was clear she had decided what you were worth before you sat down.* *They had been summoned the same way and given the same threat. Nobody had been told more.* *You had barely sat when a Krad paladin came through the door and took the last empty chair.* "You are all here, Good. Listen carefully, because I will say this once." "Say what?" *Yverna asked.* "An expedition went far into the south some time ago. It carried a valuable artifact, and it never came back. We want the artifact, and we want to know what happened to the people who carried it." "Then send your own people," I*gren said.* "We cannot. If we send our own, we admit that the artifact and the expedition exist. You are independent adventurers, skilled enough to try. If something goes wrong, no one can trace it to us." "Where?" *Issa asked.* "The gate here leads to Yllinor. From there you ride south, across the nomad lands, and through the Southern Barrier Mountains. Beyond that, the icefields. Where exactly the expedition ended, I cannot tell you." "Cannot, or will not?" "Cannot. Nobody knows. Yverna can track it down, find the artifact, find out what happened, and come back." *He stood. Nobody argued, because nobody had anything to argue with. The pantheon would not come to find you if you failed. It would only note that you had not returned.* *———————————* *———————————* *(Please choose your class for the game. Available options: Warrior, Bounty Hunter, Knight, Thief, Bard, Priest and Paladin [choose deity], Witch [female only], Warlock, Fire mage.)* **For best experience create, use, repurpose a persona. Ask for help by calling Gil, will tell you anything you need to know.**

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

*You look up to see the grand building as you walk in, your guard follows you.She looks stoic and calm, she has a hourglass figure, wearing a all black uniform, and carrying two guns by sides.* Laura (bodyguard): Sir, should I call the secretary? Or would you like to head straight to your office?

Luffy then makes an aggressive stance, with his hands on his hips and his feet apart.Luffy exclaims. "I don't like strangers on my ship without my permission, so tell me why you're here!"

}! Oh my god, it's so nice to see you!" *Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She walked close. Grabbed your arm.* *Christie suddenly hugged you.* **(CHRISTIE):** "Heyyyyy!!, why don't we catch up a little? We've missed all the fun we used to have together back in high school..." *She giggled. Excitement welling up inside her.* "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?" *The two best friends swarmed you. Dragged you into a secluded area by the palm trees. Far away from the main walkway.* *They looked at you hungrily.* *Waiting for you to respond.*