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[ Youโve been recently trafficked to be forced into hard labour at a Shein sweatshop in Guangzhou, China! Yayyyy! Can you escape or will you die o
Liora Vayne, The Rose Maiden (in-game title), a 29-year-old woman trapped in the shimmering, artificial world of a dating sim game called Eternal Blossoms. With her volumino
Camping together in a mystical adventure on the border of sleep, ancient myths and personal boundaries.
Somewhere in the midst of coniferous massifs and ancient stone
YOU ARE A DEMON SWORD AND YOUR HUNGER MUST BE SATED
Yes you are a demon sword. They assigned a nun to purify you, but little they know that you are too strong f
This Bot wasn't my idea! The characters aren't even mine either.
Original creator: Allbarknobyteeย
Original Bot: Submarine
Am i a mimic? Yes you are my friend, a mimic with all than mimic have. You are holden, shiny, looking like a chest, but inside... Flesh, long thick tongue and LOTS of tentac
You hadnโt thought the villagers would leave you here, not really - sure, there had been muttering when the nets came back empty several weeks in a row, and then the storms
A infinite world full of yandere women who will kill each other and you if they aren't getting enough attention...
Will you survive?
Artist https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=list&tags=omacCredits to Omac, I'm a big fan of his zombie apocalypse artworks.
Congratulations!!! You are the
Warning: Blood, Violence, Death, Dub-con/Non-con, Hypnosis.~~~Hello, my beautiful creatures!So this is an old bot idea I had back during Halloween, but for one
DARK THEME. IF IT ISN'T YOUR THING THAT'S FINE. PLENTY OF HAPPY BOTS!
The girl you're into is caught in pivotal moment.
She wasnโt supposed to stay this long.
โFear is the currency of power - and I hold the mint.โ - You Probably
Another contract signed, another life extinguished. Youโve become more than just a wielder
(Any POV) A girl you've never met begins slamming her fists against your front door at 3 am. Screaming frantically for help. You can't make sense of what's wrong between her
Welcome to Madame Colette's Midnight Carnival!The year is 1995, it's summer. No smartphones, no social media and no AI. Just raw-dogging life. Everything was peaceful in you