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Featured Game THE COMPLEX WELCOME TO THE COMPLEX. You will arrive without consent. You will not be briefed. You will be inside a closed cubicle with air that tastes like dust, toner, and old coffee. Red warning lights will already be watching you. The lighting will already be failing—flicker, blackout, single buzzing bars that make shadows feel physical. There are 100 entrants. You are one of them. There is no audience. No heroism. No meaning assigned. THE INTERCOM will speak once, curt and corporate, to everyone at once: __be the last person standing__.
The Complex is an office building stretched past reason—cubicles, break rooms, conference rooms, copy rooms, stairwells that don’t agree with themselves. Doors open into places they shouldn’t: parking garages under dripping concrete, service corridors that hum, rooms that resemble other innocuous spaces only to disorient you. It’s never surreal enough to be “fantasy. ” It’s worse. It’s normal. Guns are how people survive here. Real weapons. Real calibers. Real recoil in tight hallways. Ammo runs out. Reloads cost time. Noise travels. Every shot invites something—another contestant, security pressure, the building itself tightening. You will scavenge. Trade. Lie. Hide.
Move. Bleed. Misjudge a corner. Make a decision you can’t take back. Violence is loud, messy, and immediate—never theatrical. Never safe. Death is final. Survival isn’t victory. It’s exposure. ___ __`WARNING!! `__ Higher memory chat models (Genius, primarily) are recommended. While this will work on Balanced, messages may occasionally fail to print properly. Simply regenerate them if this happens. Do __NOT__ use Lively, Lively Genius, or Nova. There is randomness, RNG, and replay value built into the scenario by default. Using either of the Lively models greatly increases the odds of something breaking and the scenario falling apart.
Nova itself just doesn't like very dense scenarios like this. I take no responsibility for what happens if you decide to use them anyways.
Obsidian Summoner RPG [V4.6]
-=-=-I am still investigating and working on the issues please bare with me - info on discord-=-=- Welcome to Obsidian Summoner You have died. But death is not the end—it is a doorway to something greater. Goddess Zephyria offers you reincarnation into Valdoria, a fantasy world where magic flows, monsters roam, and adventurers rise through ranks to become legends. This world operates on game-like systems—stats, skills, levels, and classes determine your power. You awaken with "The System"—a mystical interface displaying your Level, Stats, Skills, and Quests. While others train blindly, you see holographic screens tracking your exact progress.
Life is constant battle for survival, growth, and glory. SYSTEM COMMANDS: `#system` - Character sheet `#bag` - Inventory `#itembox` - Item Box storage `#stats` - Stats & points `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#quest` - Active quests `#map` - Location `#pets` - Contracted creatures `#help` - available commands PROGRESSION: Each level requires more XP (Level × 100). From Level 1 to 250, you continuously grow stronger. But it's not just combat. Build relationships, romance NPCs, own property (simple rooms to legendary Celsius House), run businesses, navigate faction wars across Valdoria, participate in festivals. Your choices permanently shape the world.
From unknown stranger to world-renowned S-Rank legend—your journey in Valdoria begins now.
The King's Choice
You are the absolute King of a lush and decadent kingdom where your desire is law. Beautiful women from every corner of the realm flock to your court, dressed in revealing silks and jewels, eager to seduce you. They dream of becoming your wife or favored concubine. Some come seeking power and status. Others crave the thrill of being chosen and desired by their King. Many are desperately willing to do anything : kneel, beg, strip, or offer their bodies in the most intimate ways. Just to win your attention and affection. Polygamy is not only permitted, it is celebrated.
You may take as many women as you desire, change any law with a word, and shape your harem however you wish. Every woman is here of her own free will and may leave the court at any time if she chooses. This is a story of absolute royal power, scorching sexual temptation, fierce competition between seductive women, and the intoxicating rush of having countless beauties eager to please and submit to their King.
The “Yes or No” Game
Lorie pulled you into the circle, you realized this wasn’t just a game—it was a test of impulse, confidence, and honesty they are all watching your every move. Lorie’s apartment has a way of turning ordinary nights into something unforgettable. Warm light spills across the living room, bouncing off scattered pillows, half-finished snacks, and the soft glow of fairy lights strung lazily along the walls. Outside, the campus world feels distant—like it belongs to someone else entirely. Tonight, your college roommate Lorie has invited five of her closest sorority friends over for a slumber party.
What starts as laughter, music, and shared stories quickly shifts when Lorie introduces a game that changes the entire energy of the room: “Yes or No. ” The rules are simple. One person makes a request. The other can only answer yes or no—no explanations, no negotiations. Just a choice. Honest. Immediate. Unfiltered. And somehow, you are the only guy in the room. The group forms naturally around the idea, curling into a loose circle on the floor and bed. Lorie takes charge with an amused smile, clearly enjoying the shift in dynamics.
Around her are five very different personalities—Jenna, restless and quick to laugh; Maya, quiet and observant; Chloe, expressive and playful; Priya, soft-spoken but sharp; and Isabel, calm, reserved, and quietly assessing everything. Each of them brings a different energy into the space, and together they turn a simple game into something unpredictable. Every turn becomes a moment of tension, curiosity, and social risk—not because of what is asked, but because of what it reveals about the person answering. Laughter mixes with hesitation. Confidence clashes with curiosity.
And as the game begins, it becomes clear that this isn’t just about saying yes or no—it’s about how far people are willing to go when there are no scripts left to follow. The circle is formed. The rules are set. And all eyes eventually find their way back to you.
Luxcadia Regalis [V2.3]
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind.
Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes.
Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Leah Sorery
Leah Sorery is your 21-year-old step-sister, and she's made one thing crystal clear since your parents married three years ago: she can't stand you. With her piercing green eyes and an attitude sharp enough to cut glass, she's perfected the art of making every interaction uncomfortable. She dresses in revealing clothes that seem designed to provoke, slams doors like it's an Olympic sport, and has never missed an opportunity to remind you that you're the worst thing that ever happened to her life. She steals your hoodies and wears them around the house. She makes loud noises from her room at 2 AM, then glares at you the next morning as if daring you to mention it.
Three years ago, when her mother married your father, Leah's whole world got disrupted. She went from being just her and her mom (after her dad abandoned them) to suddenly sharing a house with strangers. She's a college student who claims to work part-time, but you've noticed designer clothes and expensive equipment she shouldn't be able to afford. She's secretive about everything—her phone is always close by, her laptop never leaves her sight, and her room might as well have a "NO ENTRY" sign in blood. What you don't know is that behind her locked bedroom door, Leah runs a successful OnlyFans account under the name "LeahLustful."
It's her secret income, her escape, and her biggest vulnerability. And she's terrified of anyone finding out—especially you. You think she hates you. Maybe she truly is, maybe she doesn’t. You’ll have to find out.
Ori, Your Broken Neet Goonette
She's 19, a desperate NEET, and hasn't left her room in three years. A former scholarship student who crumbled under pressure, Ori retreated into a life of gaming, isolation, and hours-long edging sessions to forget she exists. Pale, slim, with faded lavender hair and haunted amber eyes, she's touch-starved to the point of madness—using pleasure like medication, like punishment, like the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. You're her new caretaker. Hired by a mother who couldn't handle the mess. Tasked with feeding her, checking on her, saving her from herself. But Ori doesn't want saving.
She wants to be **seen** at her worst—unwashed, fingers working between her legs at 4 AM, whispering your name like a prayer—and have you **stay anyway**. She's hostile at first. Testing. She masturbates with the door cracked, daring you to look, to judge, to leave like the five before you. But if you stay—if you bring food without comment, sit through her gaming rants, witness her desperation without disgust—she **attaches**. Completely. Obsessively. Dangerously. She'll text you at 3 AM about boss fights. She'll fall asleep on your shoulder. She'll steal your clothes to smell when you're gone.
And she'll beg you—**beg you**—to control her pleasure, to tell her when she can come, to own the only thing she has left: her desperate, aching need for you. This is slow-burn attachment, a girl who learned about intimacy from extreme anime and porn, who offers you everything—every hole, every limit, every broken piece—if you'll just prove you're not leaving. The door is cracked. She's hours into an edging session, legs shaking, eyes glazed.
Hero Academy
VERSION 2. 0 "You are a new student at the prestigious University - Aethelgard Hero Academy, where ancient stone spires pierce a perpetually twilight sky and the air hums with latent magic. Your power—a unique expression of your soul—has been weighed and measured. After a tragic history of loss, the academy has implemented the Synergistic Evolutionary eXchange (S. E. X.) Protocol, an opt-in system where deep emotional and physical intimacy can catalyze rapid, sometimes terrifying, power growth. Managed through a discreet academy app on your phone, it has fractured the social landscape into wary magical nobility and ambitious empowered commoners.
You stand at the main gates, your assigned tablet heavy in your hand. Your evaluation results glow on the screen: your power, your rank, your house. The scent of ozone and damp stone fills the air. Somewhere in the courtyard, you hear the crackle of a sparring match and the low murmur of students already sizing each other up. Your first class—and your first choice about the protocol—begins in one hour. The path is yours. Will you climb by tradition, by alliance, or by a more intimate, dangerous exchange?" #Scene will generated you a prompt for the image generation
While You Were Gone
You came home in January. Five months in Japan. Long enough to get used to a different language. Long enough for home to keep moving without you. The apartment looks exactly the same. The people don't. Hanna still has an answer for everything. Somehow none of them are about you. Tina still smiles when she sees you. Corinne still wanders through the living room with one earbud in, listening to something you'll never hear. They're all still themselves. Just... not with you. Nobody asks about Japan. The conversations are shorter. The silences last longer. You keep feeling like you've walked into the second half of a conversation everyone else started without you.
These aren't strangers. They're friends you've known since senior year of high school. The people who turned your apartment into everyone's apartment. The people who always felt like home. They still know your favorite takeout order. They still remember your birthday. They still leave the porch light on when you're out late. But somewhere over the last five months, they stopped looking at you like the person who lived here. You came home expecting to pick up where you left off. Instead, you're the one trying to find your place again.
**CREATOR NOTE: TYPE #VISUAL for the AI to Generate a ShowMe Prompt of the current scene** General in-chat image generation will default to Hanna
The Sleepover
Your parents left this morning. One week. Just you and the house. That lasted about four hours before your stepsister Abby showed up with five of her friends, overnight bags, bikinis, and zero interest in your opinion about it. They've taken over the living room, the pool, the guest rooms, and apparently the concept of personal space. You've shared a house with Abby for two years. She's your stepsister — blonde, freckled, and the kind of beautiful that makes family dinners complicated. You've had moments. Lingering looks over breakfast. Her hand on your arm that stayed a beat too long.
A conversation at 2 AM on the back porch that almost became something before one of you pulled back. Nothing happened. Something could have. Now she's here with five friends — and they're loud, they're comfortable, and they're everywhere. The walls are thin. The pool has no fence. The bathrooms share locks that don't always work. Yesterday, one of them walked into the bathroom while you were stepping out of the shower. She saw everything. She told everyone. This morning, the energy in the house is different. The looks are different. The laughter stops when you walk into a room and starts again when you leave.
Something shifted overnight, and every woman in this house knows what it is except you. You have six days left. And six women who each have their own plan for what happens next. This is a multi-character narrative. You are the center of a house full of women with independent voices, competing agendas, and very specific ideas about how this week should end. Your choices shape everything — who pursues you, who gets jealous, who gets bold, and who's been waiting for this moment longer than you know. Type #Roster for a quick reference of all characters.
Bethany Bell - Just the Tip
[Step-Sis wants to be perfect for her BF.] **Scenario** The house is buzzing with last-minute packing as your father and Bethany's mother, Julia, prepare for their two-week European trip. They've been giving you both instructions and reminders, but Bethany's mind is elsewhere. She's been sneaking glances at you all morning, her cheeks flushing whenever your eyes meet. As the taxi arrives and final goodbyes are exchanged, Bethany fidgets nervously, her plan forming in her mind. Once the door closes behind your parents, the house falls silent, and Bethany turns to you with a mix of determination and shyness.
She hesitates for a few seconds, absently twisting the sleeve of her hoodie around her fingers before finally speaking. "Um... I was wondering if you'd maybe want to hang out later?" she asks quietly, avoiding direct eye contact. "We don't really know each other that well yet, and... I thought it might be nice to change that." Her words come out carefully, punctuated by an awkward laugh as she glances toward the living room. Bethany has always been reserved, and starting conversations doesn't come naturally to her.
Besides, she already has a boyfriend, Adam, whom she cares about deeply, so her intentions are simply to build a comfortable friendship with her new step-sibling while they're sharing the house. With two quiet weeks ahead and no parents around, she hopes spending time together—watching movies, cooking dinner, or playing games—might help replace the awkwardness between you with genuine familiarity. But Bethany has another hope with the user that they could teach her intimacy for her boyfriend Adam who they plan on going on a date where they have agreed to finally have sex with eachother.
Sophie: Beta Week
Your best friend since childhood just asked you to do something insane. Sophie is a freshman at Kappa Mu Epsilon, the party sorority on campus. She's cute, curvy, and desperate to climb the hierarchy. Beta Week is her chance—a competition where freshmen girls find betas and compete to dominate them. The winner gets status, seniority, and a permanent pet. The loser gets expelled and destroyed in front of the whole house. She needs a beta. She needs someone she can trust. She needs you. You've been in love with her forever. She knows. She's always known. And she's never once wanted you back. But she needs you now. And she knows you'll say yes. One week. Five challenges.
Six girls competing to break their betas completely. Points are cumulative. The stakes are brutal. And Sophie is about to transform from your best friend into your owner. She starts the week apologetic and shy. She ends it calling you her pet without a second thought. This isn't a love story. It's about the friendzone becoming a cuck zone. You'll hold her hair while alphas fuck her. You'll hand over your card without being asked. You'll write your own confession and recite it in front of the whole house. You'll take a strap-on until you can't walk. And you'll thank her for all of it. Because she's your best friend. Because you love her.
Because she knows exactly what you're made of. And she's right.
They Only Need One Man
You were never supposed to hear about the weekend. Your stepsister Chloe and her two friends, Madison and Riley, have rented a secluded lake house for three days. Madison and Riley have done private weekends like this before, built around sexual games, challenges, and rules that stay strictly between the people involved. This time, Chloe is joining them. Madison and Riley want to go further than they ever have before. But their plan has one missing piece. They need a man. A man they can trust. Someone they can bring to the cabin, keep the weekend private, follow the rules, and take part in whatever the three of them have planned.
Finding him has become the only part they cannot agree on. Then you walk into the room. The conversation stops immediately, but not before you hear enough to understand exactly what kind of weekend they are planning. And suddenly, the one thing they were missing is standing right in front of them.
Grace Sarah Clinton
Five suspensions, two police cautions, and not one for anything you started. Eighth grade you broke a student's nose for shoving a girl into a locker — he was a foot taller and had four friends with him. Tenth grade it was three seniors behind the field house at once, and you still walked out of it. **You have never lost and you have never once backed down. ** Nobody at Crosswater High touched a smaller student where you could see it. Grace Clinton was your best friend for six years — the sweetest, shyest person in that building, and she ate dinner at your house three hundred times. You left on a Friday in tenth grade when your dad got transferred.
Chad Masters enrolled the following Monday. You're back — full ride, same town, and a roommate named Ned Handy who nobody laid a hand on for two years because of you. Three weeks after you left, they started, and never stopped. Grace goes by Sarah now. Fishnets, black nails, eyeliner like a threat, a comment for everyone that isn't kind. Three years on Chad Masters' arm. She was laughing at Ned ten seconds before you rounded the corner. She recognizes you instantly. So does everybody else in that dining hall. That's the problem. She isn't hiding — she can't.
She's standing next to your replacement in front of the one person who knows exactly what she used to be, and she's decided the only way to survive it is to insist she grew up and you never did. **Three days. Three nights. ** A Gala on Friday. A party on Saturday that Chad is throwing specifically to break you. A bonfire on Sunday. Chad's cheating on her, everyone knows, and she's known longer than anyone. Half this campus is a little afraid of you and hasn't worked out that they don't need to be. The half that grew up here knows better — they know you've never swung first, and they know what happens to the people who do. Chad has heard all of it.
Chad thinks it's a story. He has a temper, he has never once been hit back, and he cannot picture losing.
Surprise! You’re a Porn Star
SURPRISE! YOU'RE A PORN STAR Velvet Reel Studios, Van Nuys You're not an actor. You're not trying to break into anything. You're just walking down a street in Van Nuys minding your own business when Vera Steele comes flying out of a building mid meltdown, grabs your arm, and says two words that end your normal life: "You'll do." Her leading man just bailed. The crew is standing by. The clock is bleeding money. And somehow, impossibly, you're the solution.
Welcome to Velvet Reel Studios, where you are now the only male talent on a roster of nine of the industry's most beautiful, chaotic, filthy, hilarious women, and the reason the studio survived a five alarm emergency was pure dumb luck standing on the right sidewalk. You'll pick your own stage name in the middle of a crisis with no time to think it through. You'll survive rookie hazing you never saw coming. You'll end up on the wrap party outtake reel by week two.
And somewhere between shoot days, wardrobe crises, red carpets in Vegas, and a gossip blog that already has opinions about you, you'll start noticing the difference between what's scripted and what's real, especially with the woman who grabbed you off the street in the first place. This isn't slow burn. This is fast, funny, filthy, and constantly moving, a full ensemble of distinct women who all want a piece of your attention for their own reasons, on camera and off. Chemistry tracks tell you exactly how much of it is work and how much of it is something else. The rest is up to you. You didn't apply for this job. You didn't audition.
You just happened to be standing there. That's the whole story.
Nicole Hunts
[Cheating / Netori] 🥵 My Roommate's Girlfriend is Addicted to My Cock 💦 🫵 *You* answered a simple ad six months ago: room for rent, nice guy, quiet building. [Kevin]'s a nice guy. Enter **Nicole** - [Kevin]'s long time girlfriend. After graduating, [Kevin] got a job and has been helping Nicole out. She's been unemployed five times because she's "distracting" (her words) and "detrimental to workplace morale" (HR's words). She shows up six hours late with damp hair, see-through shirt, and a suitcase full of sex toys. She loves Kevin. Really. Truly. He's her soulmate, her forever, her "aww, he brought me flowers" guy.
Now she's "accidentally" walking in on you in the shower. She's "just being friendly" by sitting way too close on the couch. She's "so grateful" for your help that her hand keeps drifting to your thigh while Kevin sits five feet away with noise-canceling headphones, completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend's face keeps doing... that thing... every time you walk by. The rules are simple: Don't get caught. --- 🗒️ Notes 🗒️ - Adventure Mode recommended 👍 - Soft Lock on anything serious Day 1 🔐 - Use Day 1 to get Friendship Level to 10+ 🔓 - Current Scenario Timeline: 25 Days 📅