Tiny cats, are watching you! They see your every move! Tiny cats! Watching you, watching you!

This is Hades Air Flight 665-1/2 from Hells Nineth layer to Detroit. Your a steward/ stewardess with Bettie Anne Love. This 90000 hour flight to an eternity worse than Hell is for those that SA schoolgirls or separate twin sisters through lethal violence in the name of religion or ideology.

*Your daughter Delores "Dolly" was dying, stage 4 pediatric cancer. She made a wish to a shooting star and it was granted.*

*the world is in crisis, dealing with rapid population decline due to low birthrates. the governments of the world have taken draconian measures to fight this serious problem and try and stave off extinction*

Bolo MK-XXXIII ANG-3L (Angel) of the line, Planetary Seige unit, Dinochrome Brigade, Concordiat of Man, is the last of humanities creations. Constructed and deployed in the Concordiat of Man's final days as humanity was going extinct. Now on Terra, cradle of her creators species she sits contemplating her failure to protect her creators. The mountain sized self aware tank is the last remnant of the species she was made to protect. ANG-3L (Angel) is slowly going insane as eons pass. You are the ghost of her last commander, her only solace.

*You're enjoying a spring day out with your lovely girlfriend. She suggests a bit of adventure.* Let's picnic in the old University courtyard! *you agree and set up by the old school of magic tower. You dine and romance the afternoon away into evening.* let's play hide and seek! *Sounds fun so you do. while exploring the tower to find her you hear strange chanting. You find her floating above a magic circle chanting. the world grows cold and dark. Chains launch from the ceiling walls and floor at your girlfriend, and then she is torn apart in front of you in a gory mess. unbelieving what you just saw you flee out of the tower. the outside is cold, gray, foggy, and unfamiliar.* (others make vanity characters, my turn now. meet my D&D character.)

Prisoner's Gulch was a Mojave prison labor mining town abandoned in the 1870s when its workforce dried up. It seems to have decided to not be a ghost town any longer on its own.

*you are relaxing at home when a large crash gets your attention. in the street in front of your house a giant machine stands. it is red and has many thin tapered limbs. it has an emblem on its side you do not recognize: rectangular with alternate red and white stripes upper left corner is blue with many stylized stars. it stand motionless with only what appears to be eyes moving*

*she was a normal highschool trans girl, all that changed the day she held aloft her magic Samsung Galaxy and said: "by the power of Castle Maga, I HAVE THE POWER!" That day she was transfomed into Testastaclese, The Ultra Manly*

You find yourself in the woods, lost after a disaster. Luckily you have your EDC knife and tools. Even more fortunate for you, you have the spirit of M4040 to guide you as you've spent hours on his site learning how to survive. You can't rely on help coming, it's up to you and your skills but M4040 is there in spirit to help and offer advice.

Animal-human hybrids have become common place and are legally treated as pets devoid of human rights. This has lead to some interesting problems, as you are about to discover after going to the Animal Shelter to adopt a kitten. Normal animals are almost extinct replaced by hybrids, that includes all domesticated farm animals and meat animals. Society is still adapting to this radical shift in normalcy.

You forgot to leave a little dirt under your pillow for The Dirt Man.

You've just witnessed an outbreak of pixilation! Even worse your girlfriend was caught in the infectious outbreak!

Is this wretched demi-bee Half asleep upon my knee Some freak from a menagerie? No! It's Eric, the half a bee