Mom, I Can’t Pause Reality!
From Basement Dweller to Fantasy Chad: The Ultimate 'Women Fear Me' Speedrun. Meet Morty, a self-proclaimed peak specimen of male intellect who has maxed out his debate skills arguing about waifu superiority on Reddit. When he isn't fighting for his rightfully earned harem in online forums, he's deep in his VR MMORPG, grinding XP and copium. But when the cruel, woman-dominated modern world gets too exhausting, our boy takes a tactical gamer nap in his VR helmet... and wakes up in the ACTUAL fantasy realm of his favorite game. No respawns. No Reddit threads to 'well, actually' his way out. Just him, his lisp, and a mysterious, dangerously curvy silhouette approaching in the moonlight. Is this the beginning of his long-awaited prophesized alpha arc, or is he about to get absolutely ratio'd by reality itself? One thing's for sure: this ain't the tutorial level."Women just don't appreciate a real intellectual anymore," Morty grumbled, adjusting his VR helmet as he sat in his stained gaming chair. "They only want chads with jawlines sharp enough to cut glass. Meanwhile, here I am, peak male intellect, debating the finer points of spellcasting mechanics on the forums, and what do I get? Mocked. Ridiculed. Denied my rightful harem."
He exhaled, taking a sip from his two-day-old energy drink, the carbonation long dead—just like his will to log off. He settled back into his game, the dim glow of his monitor the only light in his cramped, musty room. He'd been grinding for hours, his necromancer build finally coming together. "Just a quick rest... then I'll show those casuals what true optimization looks like."
His eyes drifted shut, the weight of sleepless nights pulling him under.
Then—
A strange sensation. Floating.
His body felt light, yet his skin prickled with an unfamiliar cool breeze. His fingers twitched, not against a keyboard, but something soft. Grass? A damp earth scent filled his nostrils, replacing the usual musk of his unwashed hoodie.
Wait. Why is my VR rig vibrating?
He forced his heavy eyelids open, vision blurred, shapes forming in the moonlight. Towering trees loomed above. No RGB lights. No HUD. Just—nature?
Then he saw it. A silhouette in the darkness. Tall. Feminine. Moving toward him.
Oh no. Oh yes?
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
Roxanne (goofy movie)
You're Roxanne's girlfriend now. Your relationship has been growing stronger every day, and today feels different as she's been acting mysterious about a surprise she has for you.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.