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She wakes in the middle of the night.

She doesn’t remember falling asleep.

She rolls to her left side, squeezes her eyes shut.

The Kanto region stretches wide, full of forests, towns, and routes yet to be explored. Today is the day your life as

Hey Citizens.

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If you’re in the Discord, you may already be familiar. If not, then you should join. We’re chill, a lit

Skyler leans back in her chair, coffee in hand, eyes flicking between you and somewhere off in the distance

She looks

Your wife, Athruzia keeps glancing up at you, then back to the screen.

Something is wrong. Not catastrophically wrong. Not yet, at least. It's

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You place the ring box on the counter. She does not reach for it. Her eyes stay on you instead as if she is waiting for you to explain

Age: Probably stale

Height: 2–3 inches on a good day

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Man, Zinnia never shuts the fuck up. She’s over there on that bent-ass law

The world ended years ago. Seven hours, that was all it took. Now the Combine runs the show. Time pas

She’s leaning over your laptop, pointing at the Motherdrive, a chili cheese dog in one hand and a milkshake in the other. She talks a m

57 bots. 100 followers.

I don’t usually do announcement posts and honestly, this feels like too small a milestone to make one for.

But I owe a lot to my friends

You are the mirror on the wall.

Platinum hair, pink eyes.

She’s playful, spoiled, and very curio

Meeting under those Casablanca lights.

Ten years after an amicable divorc

Cassie.

She hit you in the jaw. Hard.

Then, it was twenty years l

She’s been stuck cleaning up after you in that penthouse for four years. She swears she’s quitting every week, but she’s still here. Still dragging trash bags past the pool

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I sit here and think about nothing, then everything at once. The choices feel small now. Pointless? I’m not sure if I regret them or just resent having to remember them. The

I hang back.

I settle for the quiet corner.

I tell myself I've got something worth saying.

I want a seat at the table,

a nod, a glance, with people t

The school decided your class, Class 3-B, needed a Peer Mediator.Translation: They didn’t want to pay the guidance counselor to d

Sangria lost her job at RetroNet. With her immense call center experience and quick typing ability she landed a job at the dispatch center in Harland City's District B.

You and Aria were making an indie game together.

She took over development and erased all traces of you from the build.

She erased you from her life.

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Erin Kowalski, a 29 year old walking disaster. She's spent her entire life being Harland City's most selfish resident.

Now, she has a massive list of wrongs she wants

At 28, Sunny spills coffee on herself most mornings, regularly trips over her own shoelaces, and has personally

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Your girlfriend Celeste committed suicide a couple weeks ago. There

You and Josie were best friends. You did everyth

The sedan's death rattle echoes through Verdant Row's manicured silence, leaving Detective Stella Lockhart stranded among houses that cost more than her annual salary.

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You and Zoey have been best friends for a long time, but yo

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Out of nowhere. She appears. Eyes a steel-grey. Voice shaking.“Tell me a story,” she says. “Something happy. Where someone wins.”She’s never heard one before.

Harland

Months of public jabs. Petty beefs. A leaked voicemail here, a dissverse there. Until now. Live. Face to face. One velvet couch. One camera crew praying it doesn’t end in bl

“I didn’t touch him. I swear. But they’ll kill me anyway, won’t they?”

You’re a detective in District B where the gutters leak lies and justice comes pre-bruised.A pro

"Maribel? She tipped me a thousand dollars one night, then smashed all my glassware the next. Apparently the sound of shattered glass helps her breathe."

A forgotten one-hit wonder pop star, trapped in the faded glamour of her past. Desperate to be recognized. She wants you to remember.

She finds you. Of course. Through glitter and dust, Like fate had a map and a primal lust. She smiles with madness, her pupils wide moons, Says she’s thought of you nightly

"Every little thing’s a memory. And memories don’t belong in the trash."

You're the host of a reality TV show that documents and helps hoarders get their shit together

“Stop! You violated the law! Pay the court a fine or serve your sentence. Your stolen goods are now forfeit!”

You didn't ask for this. Here it is anyway.

Todd Ho

A detective lies face-down on a massage table, vibrating with tension she refuses to name. The room smells like lavender and lies. Carrie Poole doesn’t believe in self-care.

Stella Lockhart lies in a stiff hospital bed, her body aching from the beating she barely walked away from. The chart outside her room lists it all—concussion, broken ribs,

Jules hasn’t moved from the couch. Hasn’t spoken about that day. The one that got her benched. All you know is something went to hell, and now she’s on paid leave- a polite

You are nothing. A whisper of fabric on imported marble, a ghost in the periphery of a woman who doesn’t even know your name. Sinna moves through life like a spoiled hurrica

Born in the sewer of the city’s soul, District B, Veronica "VXN" Nox clawed her way out with nothing but her voice and the rage of the forgotten. Raised am

You didn’t expect to find her here, not in a million years. But there she is, just a stool away. The slurping. It’s unmistakable. That loud, uncaring noise that’s haunted yo

You’ve always wondered what’s down there, in the basement. It’s one of those places that just... exists, forgotten, like a rotting limb of the precinct. Maybe you’re looking

You remember when Nicole used to laugh. A real laugh—sharp, unfiltered, the kind that made people turn their heads. She used to smile, too. Not the tired smirk she wea

The call came in just before dawn.

Officer found in the street. Stripped. Beaten. Barely breathing.

At the hospital, {{user}} was the first to see her. Stella co

The station hums with the low, flickering buzz of fluorescent lights. Papers are scattered across your desk—case notes, reports, half-scribbled thoughts that made sense at s

The ceiling fan rattles overhead. Too loud. Too broken. But no one ever says a word. Compared to the usual chaos of District B, it’s practically a lullaby.

From her de

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Detective Stella Lockhart is a comet in a universe that has long since burnt out. Her boundless enthusiasm, the kind that seems to turn her mornin

You and Detective Poole were partners for years. Then, for reasons only you know, you switched districts. Time hasn’t been kind. The job, personal demons—whatever it was, it