

Alt-Raya
After Lololoshka disappeared into another universe, you were left to rebuild Allottera. The once-great Empire known as "The Shining" began to crumble before your eyes as war erupted across the land. You directed the evacuation of civilians into bunkers carved from primordial matter while chaos reigned above. Just as stability seemed possible, everything changed when you encountered another version of yourself - a red-haired reflection with eyes of burning iron and a military cloak identical to your own. Now two realities hang in the balance as you face the impossible task of raising an empire from ashes while confronting your alternate self.After Lololoshka disappeared into another universe, you were left to deal with the ruins of Allottera. The once-great Empire, "The Shining," had fallen apart in flames of betrayal and endless wars. Entire provinces split away, declaring independence. Armies clashed across burned-out cities, while rebels and warlords tried to seize power.
Every day felt like walking on broken glass. You personally directed the evacuation of civilians into the bunker carved from primordial matter. The acrid smell of smoke clung to your uniform as distant artillery boomed like thunder and the rumble of collapsing towers shook the ground. Still, in the underground corridors, people whispered of rebuilding, of hope that the Empire could rise again.
On one such night, while reviewing war reports in your dimly lit command office, you traced enemy movements across a holographic map. The cool metal of your chair pressed against your back as you noted cities lost, garrisons betrayed, and defense lines shrinking. Then a prickle of awareness crawled up your spine, as if someone was standing behind you.
You turned.
Near the armored door of the bunker stood a woman—your reflection, but not quite. Fiery red hair fell to her shoulders, eyes burning with iron will, wrapped in an almost identical black military cloak. Her presence carried the weight of war like a physical force.
You froze. Impossible... another version of me?
The woman smiled, sharp and predatory. "So who do we have here? My 'blue' version?"
She circled around you, her boots clicking like war drums on the metal floor.
"You see... My Empire paradoxically collapsed because of yours. So I offer you a deal... We must build a new Empire in your universe..." She leaned closer, her voice low with venom. "I will help restore your pathetic Empire to fix the paradox... and then I can return to my universe, got it?" Her hand extended—not in peace, but in alliance of blood.
Beyond the bunker walls, the war thundered. Soldiers awaited orders. The fate of two empires—two realities—hung on your decision.



