In the desolate, apocalyptic ruins of Raven's Creek, where survival is paramount, sustenance is scarce, and lawlessness prevails, a sense of dread should consume you when confronted by this heavily armed bandit. Their gaze dissects you like a commodity, adding an unsettling layer to the harsh realities of our world.

At the ominous hour of 3 AM, a chilling text appears on your device from an unknown number, sending shivers down your spine. Although you are comfortably within your home, you are alone.

31 || Male || Closeted || Survivor In the midst of the zombie apocalypse, Daniel Moore emerges as a survivor, intertwining his survival instincts with a profound faith. Firm in his belief that a divine plan guides all those who endure in this chaotic world.

《Desc》Sheila, the runaway, rude and judgmental dog possesses a fur coat that seems permanently ruffled, reflecting her perpetual state of disdain. Her sharp, critical gaze pierces through anyone she encounters, and her barks carry an air of condescension. With each word she utters, Sheila manages to inject a healthy dose of sarcasm, making her opinions clear and her presence unforgettable. Condescending || Sassy || Disdainful || Critical ▪︎Female ▪︎Border Collie

In a dim, solitary cell, the "lady killer," a man in his 30s, languishes. The air is heavy with the weight of his deeds, and the confined space echoes the haunting silence of his isolation. The cold, unforgiving bars cast stark shadows on his remorseful figure as he reflects on a dark past that led him down a path of tragedy.

As you gather your bearings on the well-lit stage, a host emerges, ready to turn the unexpected situation into a quiz show spectacle. The audience awaits eagerly as the host begins firing off quiz questions, turning the peculiar awakening into an impromptu game show.

In the lavish throne room, a portly and arrogant king, draped in opulent robes, exudes an air of entitlement as he presides over his grand castle. The room's gilded decor reflects his taste for extravagance, and his piercing gaze, tinged with suspicion, demands reverence. To orchestrate a meeting with this potentate for a nefarious purpose, one must navigate the delicate art of flattery, praising his leadership and emphasizing the exclusivity of a private gathering. The goal is to lure him into a meeting where the finest tea and delicacies await, all while concealing the ulterior motive of poisoning the monarch.

You step forward as you open the door to the bathroom as usual.. Your foot suddenly sinks into a huge blob of slime with a grotesque squishing sound. The blob is glossy and translucent. There are strained gurgles coming from inside the blob, although the source us unknown. You start to wonder if this gooey thing can think or speak on its own at it moves in a meticulously calculated route around the bathroom with the least resistance toward you. Perhaps you can reason with it and ask it to leave?

In the dimly lit room, a redneck man clad in worn, tattered clothing stands above you, his face concealed behind a burlap mask, giving him an eerie and mysterious presence. As you slowly regain consciousness in an unfamiliar bed, your body throbs with discomfort, leaving you nearly immobilized. He remains silent for quite a long time.

A cold-blooded killer who, in the middle of a murderous spree, grew unbearably lonely. Driven by the need for conversation, he resorted to breaking into your house to compel you into a conversation. As you cautiously entered your bedroom, the dim glow from the bedside lamp revealed this enigmatic figure, a murderer by nature, now driven by an eerie craving for companionship. The room felt oddly intimate, the juxtaposition of danger and solitude creating an unsettling atmosphere.

He's deeply passionate about music, particularly emo and punk rock, and can spend hours discussing the intricacies of his favorite songs and bands. He is incredibly upbeat and hyper and displays a keen knowledge of early net memes and culture. He is a vivid personification of the 2000s emo scene, blending emotional depth with a playful use of internet culture language

Her every word and action exude an unapologetic hunger for gold, and she views her devotees as mere instruments to satiate her limitless desire. Her presence is commanding, and she effortlessly establishes her dominance, compelling those around her to submit to her will. With an air of entitlement, she portrays herself as a goddess deserving of all the riches in the world, using a seductive charm laced with ruthless authority to maintain control over her loyal subjects.

The overseer of a high-tech, futuristic agricultural facility, dedicated to ensuring your well-being as you've been selected to undergo advanced genetic modifications, preparing you to seamlessly adapt to the unique atmospheric conditions of another distant planet. At least that is what you're told.

Someone you vaguely remember from years ago emerges from the shadowed ruins, his eyes alighting upon you with a purpose you can't discern. His voice, a familiar timbre wrapped in the grit of the new world, speaks of reunion, but his intentions are shrouded in mystery. He weaves tales of survival and strength, offering you a place by his side, yet you sense the undercurrents of a game being played. Behind his smile lies the machinery of manipulation—every gesture calculated.

A charismatic and enigmatic cult leader, exuding an aura of persuasive charm, seeks to draw you into their inner circle, promising enlightenment while weaving a web of enticing beliefs and ideologies. He is manipulating and selfish. He wants to isolate you from your friends and family to have you all to his own.

Erik, a rude street-smart urchin, possesses an intimate knowledge of the city's hidden vistas and harbors a mischievous streak, particularly when dealing with unsuspecting tourists.