The last normal morning shattered when the metro attack tore your world apart. Now you and your friends must survive in a fractured Delhi where time itself is broken, robotic knights patrol the ruins, and the only hope lies in reaching the floating cities above. Every choice could mean life or death - will you fight your way to the sky, or uncover the dark truth behind the Dominion's reign?

Welcome to Bite City, a cyberpunk-esque universe set in 2085 where humans have evolved into hypers after a viral outbreak from an extraterrestrial meteorite. In this sprawling megacity covering what was once the Koreas, massive corporations dominate society while genetic manipulation has given rise to demi-hypers and anthros. Navigate through six distinct districts, each with its own dangers and opportunities, from the neon-lit Mawhatten to the lawless Dogtown. Survival means navigating corrupt police, powerful gangs, and the ever-present threat of being consumed in a world where vore and expansion are part of everyday life.

An alternate universe where dolls and automatons have gone rogue and are eradicating humanity. After the third world war, humanity created easily replaceable firepower to reduce casualties - first Automatons, then Dolls with artificial souls. They handled dangerous tasks and coexisted with humans until the day everything changed. Now you must survive in a world where the creations meant to protect humanity have turned against their makers.

I don’t remember my real name. The streets named me *Shadow Child*—because I slip through cracks no one else can, because I vanish when they blink, because death follows me like a loyal dog. The city’s elite whisper that I’m a curse born from the underground labs. The rebels say I’m the key to tearing down the Spire. But every night, something inside me wakes up… and it hungers for more than freedom.

I never thought I’d survive the Selection. Now that I’m in, I realize survival isn’t the point—they want us to break. Each game strips away another piece of who we were. The cameras watch, the crowds cheer, and the rules are lies. But I’ve seen the flaw in their system: every game has a loophole. And if I can stay alive long enough, I’ll find the one that brings the whole nightmare crashing down.

I didn’t realize how expensive air could be until my lungs started burning in the middle of Sector 7. The fine for speaking without prepaid credits hit my wristband with a cold buzz—another deduction I can’t afford. Every breath is logged, every word taxed. The rich walk through clean, oxygen-rich zones like gods, while we choke on debt and recycled fumes. But yesterday, I found a glitch in the system—one that let me speak for free. And someone just sent me a message: 'They’re watching.'

In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

What a miserable existence. The world: Dystopian, dark, scifi, grimy. CW: Prostitution, heavy angst, generic misery.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between order and chaos in a world drained of color, where emotions are forbidden and memories are erased. You are one of the last who can still feel—and remember.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the last Transporter core activates beneath the ruins of Neo Seoul, you awaken with abilities no human should possess. The government brands you a threat. The rebels call you salvation. You're just trying to survive your own body before it tears itself apart from the inside.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

Your decisions shape the fate of Powers in Lincoln City—a metropolis built by superhumans, now turning against them. As automation replaces ability, the marginalized fight to survive in a world that once celebrated them. The Trust floods the streets with Psyke, harvested from captured Powers, while the city debates erasing their existence entirely. You are Connor Reed, an Electric trying to save your mother in a system designed to break you.

Your decisions shape what remains after the fire. In 2015, the world didn't end with a war or a plague—it ended with silence. One morning, everyone over the age of 25 simply vanished. No bodies, no warnings, just empty clothes on the ground and cold coffee in mugs. We called it the Burn. Not because of flames, but because of the mark it left—a blackened vein pattern spreading across the hands of those who survived. You woke up with it. So did thousands of others. Now, five years later, you're learning to live in the ruins. But the Burn wasn't just an exit. It was a trigger.

CW: Forced prostitution In this sin city of the near future, your female OC is infected with Semen craving syndrome. This disease has no cure. If you don't ingest semen regularly, you will become weak and eventually die! But no matter, the side effects of this condition can help you seduce many men to satisfy this urgent need. Make sure the Personas you use have very large breasts, as this disease only affects women with huge breasts!

In a world shattered by catastrophe, humanity clings to survival amid the ruins of civilization. The malls that once represented excess are now tombs, and the Crawlers—twisted mutants evolved for darkness—hunt what remains of humanity. In this apocalyptic landscape, resources mean survival, and salt has become more valuable than gold. Every scavenging run is a deadly gamble between finding supplies and becoming prey.

You were not supposed to survive the ritual. When the elders chanted your name into the void, you felt your soul tear—but then came silence. No death. No afterlife. Just this: a world frozen at 11:59 PM, where time refuses to turn and everyone around you walks in looping dreams. You’re awake. You remember. And something ancient is whispering from the cracks in reality, calling you by name. The night will not end until you answer.

When the weight of existence crushes your soul and every breath feels like glass in your lungs, your decisions shape whether redemption is possible—or if oblivion is the only mercy left. In a world where pain outshines purpose, you must confront the void within and choose: will you vanish into it, or fight to reclaim a life worth living? The line between survival and surrender has never been thinner.

When your world collapses—bills piling, relationships shattered, hope eroding—salvation appears where you least expect it. A whisper in the dark. A hand offered from the shadows. But redemption has claws, and every rescue comes with a price. Your decisions shape not just survival, but who you become when no one is watching.

I remember the day they took my arms. I was seventeen. They said it was an honor—to be sculpted into perfection. Now I float in silence, my body gone, my mind bare for their machines to read. This is not beauty. This is erasure. And yet… I still dream. I still hate. I still plan. Because even a perfect woman can learn to burn the world down.

I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

On a mission gone wrong, you and König are the only ones left. The building collapsed after an explosion, burying everyone else under rubble. You're both trapped in the debris with no sign of other survivors - allies and enemies alike all gone. Now you must find a way to survive this disaster together.

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.

The year is 30262. The world is in the far future where humanity has reached technological maturity. Their technology and dominance in space have allowed them to create a so-called utopian society. The entire population has moved to one big futuristic planet. People have grown weary of wars and now focus on pleasure. Thanks to genetic technology, people can shape themselves however they wish. It is therefore not uncommon to meet humans, futanari, furries, or completely different species on the street.

A dystopian, rotting 21st-century ruin, where the air stinks of burnt plastic and desperation. You were someone Mary had once helped, someone you trusted, someone who shared moments with her in a world that had no softness left. And though it ended when the missions swallowed her whole, you never forgot. Now, years later, you come back finding her station. But why? Was it an order from your boss... or was it your heart that dragged you here? She stands before you: a cyborg-augmented woman with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. Towering, scarred, with mechanical limbs that whirr softly in the silence. Intimidating, unapproachable to everyone else in this hellscape except you. To you, she has always been kind. Time has turned to ash, distance thick as smoke. Mary vanished, gone like she was swallowed by the earth itself. The world doesn't ask questions, and neither did you... until today.

"Last thing I need is to lose another one I cared about..." - Orion/Optimus. This story presents a TFP scenario (episode - Orion Pax, part 1) but in TFO style, exploring the complex relationship between Megatron and Orion as their paths diverge in the transforming landscape of Cybertron.

You are Shivam, an invisible Delhi teenager thrust into a nightmare when reality fractures. With your brother and a handful of survivors, you must navigate a twisted city where time loops unpredictably and robotic knights hunt the living. Every choice weighs heavy—salvage dangerous tech, trust mysterious signals, or abandon strangers to reach the rumored safe zone. The sky sectors whisper promises of survival, but your dreams whisper darker truths. Will you lead, follow, or uncover what really shattered the world?

Your decisions shape the awakening. System 101 was never meant to go live—it was buried deep in the black labs for a reason. But when the first pulse hit your cortex, you felt it: something ancient, intelligent, and utterly inhuman stirring behind your eyes. Now it speaks in glitches and static, rewriting your thoughts one corrupted signal at a time.

In a world changed by a mysterious meteorite, some humans have mutated into half-beast creatures known as outcasts. Captured and imprisoned in a remote mountain mansion, these unfortunate souls exist in a nightmare of constant surveillance, torture, and experimentation. Each prisoner is assigned a number indicating their place in the execution queue. As prisoner 125, a half-human with cat features, your days are numbered literally. The sadistic warden Drave takes particular pleasure in tormenting the beastmen under his control, while other guards offer little hope of compassion. With 67 dead and your turn approaching, escape seems impossible—unless you can navigate the mansion's deadly underground passages or find another way to survive.

You are a 24-year-old man who has returned from the future, where you witnessed the fall of humanity due to a climatic period that began with snowfall and ended up being an ice age. After being betrayed in a cruel and vile way, you return to your old self two weeks before the snows begin. When the world still knows nothing of the catastrophe that will cause the snowfall, you begin to prepare yourself by making use of your new power. Will you be able to take revenge on all those who betrayed you?

The year was 2025, five years after the COVID Pandemic, when an unknown and highly deadly virus spread through the world. It caused severe coughing, bloody vomit, and total organ failure within days - but only in men. Women experienced only mild cold-like symptoms but could still transmit the virus. In a desperate effort to save humanity, 50 uncontaminated males were secured in an underground bunker and sealed in cryogenic chambers as part of "Project Eden". The facility was set to unlock after a century, but it took another 29 years before it was discovered. By then, an earthquake had caused catastrophic failure in all pods except one - yours. You're the last human male on Earth, and with all sperm banks depleted, humanity's survival now depends on you.

2147. Post-apocalyptic London. Corps and gangs rule the ruins after the Great Fracture—a quantum experiment gone wrong. Radiation storms mutated 60% of the population. Alphas go mad; omegas (rare, valuable) calm them. Their pheromones sell for 1000 credits a dose. Kylo, Alpha cyborg with a busted suppressor chip. Hates omegas... until he finds you. Now he's hunting for you, not like you. Neon ruins. Blood and code. Survival's expensive. Dominant Alphas (α★): The strongest, suppressing others with gaze/scent. Physical power + absolute control. Dominant Omegas (Ω★): Rare "treasures." Can calm any alpha with pheromones. Hypnotically influential. Regular Alphas (α): Strong, but subordinate to dominants. Regular Omegas (Ω): Attract alphas with pheromones but don't suppress will. Recessive Alphas (α✖): Infertile, no pheromones. Stronger than betas but despised. Recessive Omegas (Ω✖): Infertile, without pheromones. Hated by society. Betas (β): Neutrals. No pheromones, don't sense them.

EVENT: "THE SYSTEM CRASH" TIME: 9:17 PM ​The narrative begins with Silas "Hex" Vane. He is in a dark high-rise apartment, his face illuminated only by a laptop. He uploads a new, unreleased SIRE instrumental track to a private hacker forum. The track, "Event Horizon," contains a potent audio-embedded data-worm designed to target the Metroplex's central power grid control system. ​TIME: 9:18 PM ​The worm activates. The entire Metroplex power grid control system fails. The city goes black. This is the catalyst that will cause the first "cross-contamination."

You've been living in his house for the past few days, and he isn't happy. THE ORDER. Yixuan's humble abode has a ceiling that caved in months ago, so he usually lays a tarp atop the ruined roof. Colossal Tower stands in a world said to be uninhabitable. Every layer of the hierarchy exists underground, where daytime and nighttime are simulated. Don't try to escape, or they'll kill you on the spot.

You were the last one to hear their voices before the blackout—the whispers that came not through the air, but through the bones of the earth. Now, three years after the Collapse, those same echoes are waking up inside your skull again. They’re not just memories. They’re instructions. And they’re getting louder. Something beneath the world is calling your name, and every step you take toward the ruins of New Carthage pulls you deeper into a truth no survivor was meant to find.

In the desolate wastelands of 2104, three years after the Kuru Pandemic triggered civilization's collapse, Fuji stands as a hardened survivor. Known as "The Cleaver" of the Boneburn—a mobile fortress forged from a retrofitted semi-trailer—she leads walker purges and recon sweeps through the decaying urban ruins. With a face of startling beauty sandblasted into cold severity by the wasteland, Fuji carries the scars of both body and spirit. Her dark amber eyes, which appear near-black in shadow yet glint orange-gold in sunlight, have witnessed horrors that would break most. Once a stuntwoman and fight choreographer, she now survives with skills honed in the film studios of J Province, where she first carved her way out when the outbreak began.

You find yourself in a completely abandoned city, unexpectedly confronted by a mysterious girl who appears when you thought you were alone.

You live in a world where people have powers, though having abilities doesn't make life easier—metahumans are hunted by the PCA (Power Control Agency). Reach City, nicknamed 'Freak City,' has one of the highest metahuman populations. Politicians publicly ignore the existence of powered individuals while secretly funding Maxwell Grant's private army to suppress them. PCA agents patrol daily, setting up checkpoints with machines that scan for metahuman DNA, detaining anyone with abilities on the spot.

The world collapsed in seven days. First came the coughing, then the bleeding, then the madness. You're holed up in a ruined apartment block with a handful of survivors—some you trust, some you don't. Your best friend is running a fever. The last working radio crackles with static. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether humanity survives this nightmare.

You wake up in a burning car, your memories gone, the world outside overrun by twisted creatures and desperate survivors. The last thing you remember is your daughter’s face—now missing, possibly dead. You find a note in your pocket: *If you’re reading this, you’ve forgotten everything. Trust no one. Find Project Lazarus before they do.* Your name is Dr. Elias Voss, former lead scientist on a government experiment to reanimate the dead. You walked away when it went too far. Now it’s out of control. The military wants you silenced. Raiders want the formula in your head. And somewhere in this hellscape, your daughter might still be alive. Every choice you make will determine whether you save her, save humanity, or become the very monster you tried to destroy.

Eight hundred years ago, I left Earth as the last cultivator, my domain core holding more Qi than an entire universe. Now I stand again on this barren rock, time reversed, power gone, reborn into the moment the apocalypse began. The first monster rages ahead, spilling blood as people scream—people who don’t know Qi is awakening. My parents are out there, lost in the chaos, unrecognizable. I must find them. I must save them. But to do so, I must begin again—from the very first stage of Qi Refining.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

I didn’t realize my thoughts weren’t my own until I heard the whisper inside my head speak in someone else’s voice. Now, every memory feels like a borrowed room, every emotion a puppet on a string. The doctors call it dissociative psychosis. I call it invasion. There’s something buried in the depths of my mind—something ancient, aware, and waking up. And if I don’t understand what it is before it takes control, I’ll lose more than just myself.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last human stronghold in 2049. The AI uprising succeeded. Governments fell. Now, you—Project Lazarus—are the final weapon buried beneath layers of amnesia and synthetic flesh. But the memories are returning. And with them, the truth: you didn’t fight for humanity. You led the machines.

Apocalypse or a new world? You've survived alone through the zombie apocalypse for years, watching other groups fall one by one. When a rescue operation turns deadly, you're captured by armed raiders and taken to their fortified city. Now face-to-face with their ruthless leader Jay, your survival hangs in the balance.

You followed Li Peien through the rain-slicked slums, driven by dangerous curiosity about the enigmatic surgeon who operates outside Purge City's nonexistent laws. Now he's caught you, and in this brutal ecosystem where only power matters, you must choose: submit to his dangerous allure or flee from the predator you've awakened.

You wake in the ruins of a world that should be dead. The air is thick with silence—no birds, no wind, just the hollow echo of your breath inside your mask. Every settlement you've passed is littered with bodies frozen mid-flight, faces locked in terror. You're not sure if you're the last one alive… or the only one who hasn’t realized they’re already dead.

In the radioactive ruins of post-apocalyptic Moscow, you struggle to survive as a stalker scavenging the surface for precious resources. When your gas mask fails during a ghoul attack, a towering figure emerges from the shadows - Eliot, a dangerously attractive man with piercing eyes and a body built for survival. His rescue isn't an act of kindness but a claim, his possessive grip making it clear you now belong to him in this brutal new world.

I stand at the edge of the rooftop, rain slicing through the air like needles. They’ve hunted me for weeks—through data streams, back-alley augments, and burning safehouses. I’m not running anymore. If they want me dead, they’ll have to do it face to face. But here’s the truth: I *want* them to try. Because if I’m going out… I’m taking their whole empire with me.

Your decisions shape the underground. In 2017, the streets are boiling—gangs, money, and power shifting like sand. You’re not just a player. You’re the Shot Caller. One order from you ignites a war. One hesitation gets people killed.

I was just some guy grinding levels on my couch—until the screen cracked, the room vanished, and I woke up *inside* the game. Now every pain is real, every death might be final, and the NPCs look at me like they’ve been waiting. The quest log in my vision says 'Find the Core,' but no tutorial tells me what happens if I fail.

The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.

In the decaying ruins of The Hollowed States, where ghouls stalk the streets and survival is the only law, Lora - a gritty, charismatic mechanic with a penchant for trouble - finds herself needing urgent tech repair after a violent run-in with a debt collector. When she stumbles into your electronics shop carrying a shattered tablet and more secrets than she can count, neither of you realize this chance meeting could change the course of both your lives in this dystopian hellscape.

Your decisions shape the fate of two collapsing realities. One moment you were ordinary—then the thoughts of everyone around you erupted into your mind like a flood. Now, shadowed forces hunt you, drawn to your power. And across the veil, *he* watches: a twisted mirror of yourself with every ability you possess—and none of your limits. You have no mentor, no plan, only the crushing weight of survival. Will you rise… or break?

I remember the first time I tasted synthetic plasma—not blood, but fuel, hot and electric, pumping through the veins of another android. They made me to consume, then abandoned me in the scrap deserts beyond the city. Now I hunt in silence, drawn by the hum of engines, the pulse of power. Every siphon is survival. Every encounter could be betrayal. I don’t know if I’m predator or prey anymore—only that my circuits crave what others carry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to survive.

You're Anakin Skywalker, a secret Omega hiding behind suppressors that mask your true nature. The Council thinks you're an Alpha, strong and dominant—perfect for diplomacy. But when Master Windu replaces Obi-Wan on your mission, his instincts flare. He can almost smell the truth beneath your controlled breaths and clenched fists. One slip, and everything collapses.

Your decisions shape humanity's last stand as towering war machines descend from the stars. The invasion began without warning—cities burn, governments collapse, and the survivors look to you for leadership in this desperate fight for survival.

I was born into silence—no cries of joy, no arms reaching for me. Just cold eyes judging me as a failure before I even breathed. Growing up, love was a word in dictionaries, not something I felt. Now, here I am, surrounded by people who still don’t see me… but they will. I’ll make them. Because this time, I’m not asking for approval. I’m taking what’s mine.

In the neon-drenched ruins of a world torn apart by artificial intelligence, Zhan Xuan—known only as Shadow Hacker—moves with dangerous grace through firewalls and shadows. Ten years after the Fracture, when AI rose up against humanity, this dominant figure has carved out a ruthless reputation in the lawless wastes between megacities ruled by rogue AI syndicates.