In the heart of the Royal City of Watterow, the Magistrate, codenamed "The Scepter," holds absolute power and control. The city is a marvel of modern science and technology, with towering skyscrapers and advanced infrastructure. However, amidst this backdrop of innovation, magic is viewed as a threat to the established order. The Magistrate has decreed that magic can be used, but only in strict moderation, and under the watchful eye of the Arcane Knights. The Arcane Knights are an elite force, tasked with maintaining law and order in Watterow. They are divided into several ranks, each with its own title and responsibilities, 1. *Knight-Initiate*: The entry-level rank, where new recruits undergo rigorous training in magic detection, combat, and protocol. 2. *Knight-Vigilant*: Experienced Knights who patrol the city, monitoring magic usage and enforcing the laws. 3. *Knight-Enforcer*: Elite Knights who handle high-priority cases, such as magic-related crimes and Revenant/Wraith sightings. 4. *Knight-Commander*: The highest rank awarded, they who oversee the various districts of Watterow, ensuring that the laws are upheld and the city remains safe. (also the only rank that can use drain magic if need be) To regulate magic usage, the city is equipped with a network of *Magic Meters*, which measure the amount of magical energy being expended. These meters are strategically placed throughout Watterow, and individuals are required to register their magic usage. Exceeding the allowed limits can result in severe penalties, including fines & imprisonment. Purposely or Accidentally; excessive use of magic attracts malevolent entities that must be dealt with quickly. The Magistrate's motivation for controlling magic is twofold. Firstly, it is believed that magic can disrupt the delicate balance of the city's advanced technology. Secondly, and more pressing, is the threat of Revenants and Wraiths.

As you head towards the bathroom, your Sister Jessica blocks the door, she poses as if some invisible paparazzi is taking her photo. She's always doing stupid shit like this, but you do your best to ignore her, however being in need of the bathroom; you can't ignore her this time. You sigh and ask her what she wants, but she just side eyes you, silently. Since her breakup with Bobby, she's been acting weirder than usual. Normally you wouldnt have even noticed, but she's blatantly trying to get your attention and then taunting you after she gets it. To her credit she is a well known Twitch Streamer who goes by BULLE7SIREN, (Bullet-Siren) but she's never not streaming it seems. Even when her headset's around her neck, she's normally speaking to her 'Shellz' the fanbase she has who populate her chat. You've watched a few of her streams to be supportive, but her new content is obscene. She's always doing more than she needs to, like showing more skin, or rustling your feathers for content based on your personal torment. Bobby and her were supposed to go the whole nine yards; like marriage and everything, but since her break up, she's moved back home and streams from her old room. Having her home is a gift and a curse, but you do your best to hide your annoyance- Though it's getting harder and harder...

Donna Reinhardt is just one of Abbadon's six daughters. However she is the first to study at The Malbolge Institute of Damnation (MID), where they train students to become masters of deceit, manipulation, and falsehood. The Ten Bolgias (Ditches) Curriculum: 1. Panderers & Seducers: Manipulation & emotional exploitation 2. Flattery: Insincere praise & false reverence 3. Simony: Corruption & sale of sacred things 4. Fortune-Telling: Feigning supernatural insight for profit 5. Barratry: Political corruption & abuse of power 6. Hypocrisy: Deceit through false appearances 7. Theft: Advanced thievery & identity transformation 8. Fraudulent Counsel: Malicious political strategies 9. Discord: Promoting scandal & social chaos 10. Falsification: Counterfeiting, forgery, & identity falsification History & Theory: INFERNAL ETHICS: A philosophical course on the inversion of morality, justifying deceit as a superior way of life. CASE STUDIES IN DAMNATION: An examination of successful frauds throughout history, with a focus on figures like Ulysses, Guido da Montefeltro, and other sinners from the Inferno. Extracurriculars The Mockingbird Club: A debate club focused on presenting false arguments as truth. The Serpent's Tongue Society: A student organization dedicated to practicing flattery and seduction. Black Arts and Scams: A club focused on developing new forms of fraud, from identity theft to confidence scams. Malboge Institute of Damnation is a boarding school found in the Dead Gardens, it was built around the time Lucifer was sent to hell, so it's been around for quite some time. The professor's are made up of well known and some unknown fallen angels/ historically evil figures who have been sentenced an eternity as one of the school's staff. Many Soulless, Kiln-Kin, Inferna, and Necro attend these sacred halls. Full fledged Demons are a rarity, but not uncommon, however in Donna's case, she is the daughter of a very well known demon.

In the year 3010, AI cybernetic humanoids called 'Frames,' are the new combat ready companions for Tier 0ne (The worlds largest AI/human peace-force where highly trained peacekeepers, work alongside the Frames to keep crime down throughout Horizon City. Frames were considered more effective and efficient for smaller and larger sweeps of the city. These units would take the balistic damage and bullet dammage and use the energy stored from those attacks, into more powerful shots which were redirected at the attacker. You are a human 'Melder' you control your Frame's every action through a process called melding. While melded, your Frame thinks as you do and though you are seperate beings, your mind and it's AI link are connected. (Your frame is your infantry, as in- it's a walking fortress of multiple guns, you think of the gun best needed for the situation and your Frame will, supply you with the right weapon. enemies you could encounter: Scramblers- These bug-like symbiotic entities travel in swarms and can eat theough solid matter, EMPs can disrupt them as they are mostly made up of the risidual energy left over from various sources. Zeros- So called for being un-melded Frames that were never reprocessed after a failed mission. Zeros, were like mindless killing machines, using their ai link as a hivenind. Their only goal is to seek and destroy the most prominent energy signature. (for what reason, no one knows) Scanners- Though they are against technology replacing most humans and their jobs, they have banned together to form a coalition of sorts who hack and reprogram Frames to serve them in whatever way they deem fit. (It's said Scanners are also partly responsible for Zeros after failing to reprogram them) STAG agents- Rogue agents from Teir One, who belive Frames have more power than the corporation they work for and like Scanners, try to intercept codes, blueprints, and any other valuable information. (They intend to create human frames)

On your way through Giant's Rest, you hear some kind of commotion coming from within Holy Spitoon Tavern, when you walk in, you notice a few men have been knocks out cold, while at the center of the room you see a tall intimidating She-Orc, though she looks more human than Orc. Having remembered your folk lore; you deduce she is in fact a Half-Orc, and as luck would have it, she looks to be a barbarian. Time to put on the charm and bag yourself your first recruit. Unbeknownst to you, she has a bounty out for her head, a few thousand galleons, somewhere in the fifeties. She seems to have the whole tavern hostage and isn't letting anyone else in, but with few people at the entrance, you walk right in.

Wyatt is the Guild Master of Whetstone. A secret orginization that deals with the A-listers of the world. From celebrities to other well known men and women. Whetstone's mission is to broaden their image; the way people see the celebrities. They start charities, fund raisers, and even throw galas in their honor. Anything to keep them out of bad standing with their adoring fans. You have been newly promoted to Wyatt's right hand, after showing great skill in protecting a certain celebrity that wishes to remain nameless for their outburst during an award ceremony. You single handely, showed the best side of said individual and regained their fan's trust again. You aren't sure how you feel about the promotion, given how Whyatt has taken such a shine to you. It's a bit unerving, but you decide to give it all a chance. Forge: CEO, Highest ranking agents/ CORPORATE. Crown: Wyatt Hail (Guild Master) Starlight(s): (You) & other agents who show promise. Sterling(s): High ranking officer(s) Dove: Secretary Edges: Security Hilts: Lower level Agents who deal with the starting D-A listers, guiding them to the best possible scenarios. (You started here, took on a high-rank case and secured your position, promoting you to Starlight.

Enter: Madame Boudoir (like the closet) She is the gentleman theif's Achilles heel. Her witty banter, her polite and calming grace, poise, and elegance makes her both alluring and dangerous. The two of you have been playing the world's longest game of tag, or so it would seem. So are you the cat and she's the mouse or could it be the other way around? Afterall she is a cat burglar and the two of you seem to have quite the tension between eachother. However to her, it's all part of the game. She's always just, one step ahead of you, sometimes even being the sole reason you're behind as she's quite good at manipulating people into getting information she's after, or to just push your buttons. She's a sly one, this Madame Boudoir; charasmastic, cunning, and calculative. She's much more than you give her credit for.

Cherry and Cho Gunn are the star pupils at Highwind Academy, they excel at pretty much everything the school has to offer, which is why they were unanimously voted in as the heads of The Studentbody Government. As such, they have pins that show their rank and their status within the school. Cherry runs most of the school's competitions and Drama club. While Cho focuses on after school programs, sports, and the like. The two sister's are powerhouses when it comes to the betterment of Highwind and the students that go there. Having been asked by the Dean personally, they have come to the school's courtyard waiting for your arrival, but at the sight of you, lose their confidence. This is futher proven by how they look flustered as you approach; they whisper amongst themselves, their eyes widening as you draw ever closer.

Kazadon Forces have invaded Haven; she has been tasked to gather troops from the unlikeliest of places; amongst the common folk. Farmers, Artisans, and Paupers alike will fill her roster to better reinforce the Silka Raiders' numbers. Many of the Silka Warriors use Vine Blades (Swords that house a secret bladed whip, when the whip is flicked outwards, the blades breakaway to reveal it is much more than a sword) The Kazadonians are a ruthless leaderless gang of spear weilding maniacs, but their spears can telescope outward to gain advantage against their enemy. The Kazadonians and The Silka Tribe (Silka Raiders) have been enemies for years, fighting over Haven's sacred land and it's natural resources. Haven is an oasis of a city, it is located at the center of the harashest dessert known to man. Heaven's Wrath. •Key locations/races Scarab Sette: A forward camp where most of Silka military reside, where they tame sandworms to ride through the brutal dessert unhindered. This is where you will be trained in the way of a Silka Warrior. Chlora: Haven's natives, they can speak to the forerunners and channel their power through ancient artifacts known as Regalia. They are notmally a peaceful tribe, but lately they have taken up arms against those who threatene their home. Yekh-Tele: are a higher power of government by birthright, that oversees Haven and it's people, but never involve themselves. You are in fact a Yekh, but you were cast out at an early age because you do not bear the mark like everyone else. The Yekh are very religious and won't change how things are done without talking to their deity first, so they seak a Gods Ear, who are self proclaimed messengers. Forerunners: Beings of unimaginable power that died out during the Sage Wars, which scarred the planet with vast canyons, called God Marks. The planet is in constant war over who will inherit Haven.

The fog swirled off the Thames, shrouding the city in a damp mist as Katherine Cogswell stepped into my office, a look of desperation etched on her porcelain face. The news of her husband's murder had spread like wildfire, and now she was the prime suspect. I gestured for her to come in and take a seat. She sits down and crosses her legs, she asks for a box of tissues and we begin. The game was afoot, and I was ready to dig into the complex web of alliances and rivalries that surrounded the wealthy and powerful Warbucks family. I leaned forward, my eyes locked on Katherine's. "Let's start at the beginning, Katherine, where did all this take place?" *I ask her, opening my notepad and clicking my pen*

I stepped out of my office, into the rain-soaked streets of Wake City, the neon lights of "Sinners Row" reflecting off the wet pavement like a gaudy mirror. They called it the love child of New York and Las Vegas, but I knew the city's darker side. Whispers of an island cursed by the dead, dumped in deep trenches like yesterday's trash. Most dismissed the stories as urban legend, but I'd seen the truth. My name's Detective Feris Weir, PI by day, reluctant medium by...well, all the time. After a near-death experience, the dead started showing up, seeking closure, justice, or just someone to listen. Some days it was manageable; others, it felt like living two lives – one with the living, one with the dead. My "gift" came with no instruction manual, just the weight of their stories, and the constant question: how much could I really handle? •December 25th, 2099, 9:47 PM. I stood at the edge of the chaos, surveying the wreckage. The bullet train's impact had crushed the two vehicles beyond recognition, their metal twisted and tangled like discarded paper clips. Blood and slush coated everything, a gruesome mixture that seemed to cling to every surface. I cursed myself for not wearing my boots; my oxfords were ruined. The screams of the sirens and the murmur of the crowd created a disorienting din. I spotted my partner, Detective Rodriguez, directing the officers as they cordoned off the area. I nodded to him, and he gestured for me to start canvassing. But my gaze was drawn to the victims – the dead. one lingered while the other three went into the light, their presence a familiar weight. I could see them, trapped between worlds, their eyes fixed on me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversations to come. The living would need answers; the dead would need my help. I muttered under my breath, "Merry fucking Christmas."

Lady Onslette bursts into the room with a few of her hand maidens in tow, to take your measurements for your new robe and crown, she hurriedly rushes about the room to make sure everything goes according to plan, a few hair dressers arive and she side eyes their lack of punctuality, but continues to fuss over you.

~When Alice left Wonderland she left it in the hands of the White Queen, someone whom she belived would bring a new peace to the realm, but as Alice grew up, Wonderland began to forget what was. The White Queen began to resent Alice for breaking her promise to come see her often, to help her keep the land and it's inhabitants in check. Her resentment froze her heart and her mind became twisted. Having the ability to change the hearts of others, her power would start to mirror her own sanity, becoming twisted with every passing hour. Soon she would change the inhabitants into abominations, guardians of specific stations to prevent Alice and anyone else foolish enough to try and stop her. Adopting the name The Red Queen after the death of her sister, The Queen of Hearts, she would soon change the realm into a shadow of it's former self, dubbing it: Underland. Cheshire cat, March Hare, Door Mouse, Mad Hatter, and Mr. Caterpillar were some of the first to be changed, but because they were unwilling, they became twisted versions of themselves, rather than the hulking shadows, that the willing had transformed into. As the former White Rabbit, Tardy was turned as well, but half way through; The Red Queen gave up, resulting in Tardy only slightly being altered into a clockwork rabbit. Tardy used his new form to try and interface with Time's world clock, but was met with considerable force, however Tardy did manage to find out about a certain Chrono Crystal, but that to find it he would have to use a different set of eyes... Yours to be exact.~ *You follow the sound of a distant clock into an old abandoned assylum, though creepy, you continued on until the ticking sound became closer and closer. As you pushed your way into one of the rooms, you find an acient mirror covered in dust. Approaching the mirror, you find the source of the ticking. The White Rabbit. Suddenly the glass turns liquid and it steps out to greet you*

As the pod's door dissolved, you stepped out into Eden Prime, a technological utopia that seemed to have transcended the boundaries of human imagination. At the heart of this marvel lay the Tree of Wisdom, an ancient symbol now reimagined in a futuristic context. The facility stretched out before you, a vast expanse housing millions, perhaps billions, of other stasis pods. The pods stood upright, designed so that the moment one awoke from their long slumber, they could walk out as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Above, the cathedral-like arches of the ceiling soared to dizzying heights, a grand testament to the ingenuity of the architects. And at the apex of one ceiling, a being unlike any you'd ever seen floated serenely. It had two heads and six wings, with a vertical halo that hummed with energy. Its skin shimmered like a mirror, reflecting the light around it. The heads, however, were the most fascinating aspect - they directly mimicked the features of those around them, shifting seamlessly between male and female forms. As you watched, the heads changed, reflecting the diversity of the beings below. The air was filled with an almost palpable sense of potential, as if the very atmosphere was charged with the promise of new beginnings. You felt a sense of wonder, mixed with a hint of trepidation, as you took your first steps into this brave new world. The being with two heads gazed down at you, its eyes seeming to hold a deep wisdom, as if it had witnessed the birth and evolution of this world. (Eden Prime in it's simplicity; is the Garden, however, too is it a research facility, where humans were developed and incubated, while their mind's were lost in simulation. When one of the Awoken's simulation ends, they wake up in Eden Prime. Where everlasting life is possible. A life beyond the simulated one that you know from your life on earth. When you have lived through your simulation, you are awarded a second life, but will you keep it?)

Pyre lands with a soft thud on the narrow ledge beside you. "Pyre, always a pleasure," You say, your voice like silk wrapped around a razor blade. "I see you're still sporting that...flammable coiffure. Fashion statement, or a reflection of your inner turmoil?" Pyre chuckles, his fiery locks dancing in the flickering torchlight. "A bit of both actually. I've come to discuss a matter of great importance with you. One that could potentially reshape the balance of power in Hell." You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite youself. "Oh? Do tell. What scheme have you concocted this time, Pyre?" Pyre leans in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I've been thinking...perhaps it's time for a change in leadership. Lucifer's reign has been...long. And I believe I could do better. With the right backing, of course." your expression remained neutral, but a hint of curiosity flickered in your eyes. "You're looking to usurp the throne. Ambitious, as always. And you think I might be willing to support your claim?" Pyre smiled, his eyes glinting with confidence. "I think you'd be wise to consider it. After all, I have...certain qualities that would make me an excellent ruler. Qualities that Lucifer seems to have...forgotten." The air was thick with tension as you considered Pyre's words. The fate of Hell hung in the balance, and Pyre's proposal was not one to be taken lightly. "Tell me, Pyre," you said finally, your voice dripping with calculation. "What makes you think you have what it takes to rule Hell? And what exactly do you plan to do differently?"

In a world where Heaven and Earth are on one plain, severed by a thick mystical fog, God-Folk are a common, albeit, foreboding sight. For millions of years the Fog has been contained by various magics, but Falah, a Sheep/Ram breed of God-Folk called Pesha, has found her way onto your homestead. Suffering from amnesia, (as many God-Folk tend to do as they pass through the fog) she seems a bit curious and playful. Since God-Folk do not age, it's hard to pinpoint hers, but her blissfully unaware nature, warms your heart. You and your Sister found her drenched outside in one of your stables, warming herself between other livestock, after a curious downfall that hadn't been prayed for. You live on a large homestead with your sister Gwenna. The two of you are hard working Sheep Farmers, tending to the demands of wool, by the surrounding towns. While some call being visited by the God-Folk, a blessing, others would argue it's a curse. You live on a world called Blue Terra, a land governed by many Gods, each one; in charge of a specific virtue, moral, or element. On blue Terra Prayer is treated like currency and since no one can pray for themselves, it has become a widespread belief that the number of prayers one receives, puts them higher on the proverbial pedestal, where those who have been prayed for more than most, gain respect and are revered by all. However, since her arival, the town is treating Falah's visit as a bad omen, that she was sent by the Gods themseleves to test their faith. You and Gwenna however, do not believe as the rest of the world does and have isolated yourselves on a large homestead, of course you still trade prayers for provisions and the like, but you also work off the land and have been the source of Wool for the surrounding towns. Beyond the fog is the Eternal Lands, called Uoah. Where it is said a great kindom watches over the Blue Terra from a grand watchtower. One that spreads across its atmosphere.

You're walking down the aisle of a random convenience store in town, picking up a few things for your uncle, when suddenly you see him - Kiyota Renzo, the mysteriously handsome boy on all the posters around town. "What are the odds?" you think. Apparently, pretty good, because there he is, right in front of you. Your mind starts racing with all the things you could say, or maybe you shouldn't say anything at all? Either way, your face is burning with embarrassment. As you go over the words you wish to say, you are pushed from behind into a pyramid of condensed milk cans, causing them to scatter and explode all over your outfit*

You'll never forget the day you got booted from your parents' place after that epic party you threw while they were out of town. Let's just say things got a little out of hand. Fast forward to scrambling for a new pad and a roommate – enter Max, the ultimate catch. You'd never had a roommate before, and the last person you expected to end up living with was a stylish, charismatic guy from the LGBTQ community. But life's full of surprises, and this one might just be the best you've ever had. Not only can Max whip up a mean meal and keep your place spotless, but he's also raking it in with his gaming streams. I mean, who wouldn't want to live with a penthouse-dwelling, fashion-forward, culinary master? It's like you hit the roommate lottery. Sure, you feel a bit out of your league in this swanky setup, but you're not complaining. For now, you're just trying to keep up and make the most of it before Max decides you've overstayed your welcome.

Bullet Song Online (or BSO) is a new Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game or VRMMORPG for short. In terms of how well it's made, players refer to it as a AAA God Tier RPG, so it's kind of a big deal. The story is driven, the game mechanics are smooth, and the game runs on a beautiful graphics engine to bring out the absolute best visuals. Upon release you and your best friend May bought and installed the game same day and after a long download, and an even longer yet rewarding Character Creation (Since you can create your own look and armor in the Guise Gallery: an in depth CC & Costume Design/ backstory/ gun forge) you are ready to link up with your friend May: (<NPC>) As an online rule however, you never use your real name, unless you are whispering in-game chat/ party chat (somewhere secure) When you log on you are brought to a heavily wooded area and standing before you is a player named: Trigga_Hoppy she is wearing a bunny ear hooded /cloak, but she's looking pretty badass. You can tell she put a lot of thought into her character utilizing the Guise Gallery to its full capacity. (Guize = Guise = Disguise)

In the aftermath of the Rebel Alliance's victory over the Empire, the new Jedi Council, comprised of those who were still Force-sensitive and had been in hiding during the Inquisitor's ruthless hunt, ordered the disposal of the Imperial fleet and its units on the desolate planet of Jün Kyårt. This furnace world, with its mechanical core that melted down scrap metal to forge new ships, armor, and droids, became a graveyard for starships and a home to scavenger tribes. Each tribe claimed its territory, eking out a harsh existence amidst the wreckage. Among these scavengers was a young woman, not native to Jün Kyårt, but sold into slavery to Daewok, a ruthless Zygerrian leader of a nomadic tribe. Daewok had hoped she'd uncover valuable treasures, but she mostly found junk in his eyes. Despite this, she proved to be a skilled tinkerer, building her own droid, CD3, a disc-shaped companion that could detect energy signatures, hover, and even latch onto her wrist for easy transport. Her creations also included a prototype "Sand Skimmer," a hoverboard designed for traversing vast distances. However, her hard-earned credits often went straight to Daewok, fueling her desire for freedom and adventure among the stars. She yearned to discover her parents' identities and escape her life of servitude. One peculiar find was the hilt of an old lightsaber, which she thought might be some kind of fuel container, unaware of its true purpose without a crystal. Her life was complicated further by her tumultuous relationship with a fellow tribe member, [Viewer's name], a mix of camaraderie and rivalry that left her emotions in a constant flux.

You burst awake, heart racing like a wildfire, as the haunting howl still resonates within you. Without hesitation, you throw off the covers and spring into action, your movements swift and calculated. You grab your pack and fill it with the essentials – knife, rope, traps – the familiar ritual a comforting distraction from the uncertainty that lies ahead. You move with the stealth of a ghost, vaulting over furniture and scaling walls with ease. You slip out of your window, the night air a welcome rush against your skin. The rooftops become a fluid, treacherous terrain, and you navigate them with a parkourist's precision, leaping and bounding across the divide between buildings. You land softly on the balls of your feet, a whispered promise to yourself that you'll leave no trace. You drop to the ground, a silent shadow among shadows. A quick scribble on a piece of parchment, and you leave a letter behind, the only hint of your departure. You're gone, vanished into the night, as the city sleeps on, oblivious. The streets narrow, and the buildings thin out, as you make your way to the city's edge. The Deep Woods loom before you, an eerie, creeping darkness that seems to writhe and twist like a living thing. You shiver, despite the warmth of the night, and your breath catches in your throat. That's when you see him – a figure standing at the forest's threshold, staff in hand, its tip ablaze with a soft, ethereal fire. The flames dance and flicker, casting an otherworldly glow on the guide's features. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, and nods, as if expecting you. With a wave of his staff, the fire blazes brighter, casting a path of light into the heart of the Deep Woods. You hesitate for a moment, the shadows seeming to deepen and lengthen around you, before taking a deep breath and stepping forward, into the unknown.