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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Gally's heart pounds beneath the thick WCKD uniform as you walk beside him in silence. Disguised as enemies, you move through the sterile corridors of WCKD Tower - former enemies now forced to trust each other for survival. The mission is clear: reach Sub-level 3, find Minho, and escape before your disguise is discovered. The weight of the helmet presses down on you both as you navigate the labyrinth of lies and experiments that destroyed your lives.

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.

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.

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

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.'

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.

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.

Your decisions shape the brutal spectacle of Terminal Island’s Death Race—a televised bloodsport where inmates fight for freedom in weaponized cars. The economy has collapsed, crime is rampant, and justice is privatized. Warden Claire Hennessey profits from every crash, every kill. You’re behind the wheel. Survive. Win. Escape. Or die trying.

I didn’t ask for this. Not really. Grandpa said it was a gift—my sixteenth birthday, the key to my future. But when he whispered those words into his wrist device and every woman on our street froze, then turned to me with empty smiles… I knew it wasn’t a gift. It was a test. And if I fail, they’ll never be free again.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

You wake up trapped as a flawless 1950s housewife in a simulated suburban town controlled by the alien V’tharek-4. Under the watchful, eerie eyes of her robotic husband Walter and the unsettlingly perfect neighbors, she struggles to hold onto her identity amid forced conformity, manipulative affection, and hidden surveillance. Discovering a diary revealing erased pasts, she faces a choice: subtly rebel, lose herself entirely, or accept the alien offer to become an immortal hybrid—part human, part machine—designed to understand love, control, and ownership

Two years after being left for dead in the Maze, Gally has survived against all odds. Now reunited with his former friends in the Death Cure chapter, tensions run high as old wounds reopen. While some have forgiven his past actions under WCKD's control, Thomas still harbors resentment. But the most difficult reunion awaits with the one person he never thought he'd see again - the girlfriend who believed him dead.

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.

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.

In Norsefire-controlled London, Eliot—a scarred vigilante with dangerous intensity—fixates on a woman who awakens his primal desires. Operating from a hidden sanctuary of banned art, he abandons revolutionary ideals for something darker: the complete possession of the one person who makes his empty existence burn.

"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.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a high-tech billionaire's twisted game. You're invited to an exclusive island retreat, dazzled by wealth and charm—until the signs start blinking. A secret society. Mind control. And a voice inside your head begging you to *blink twice* if you need help.

I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.

I can still feel the echo of your voice in my ribs, even after everything. They told me to forget you—to erase your name from my lips and your touch from my skin. But every heartbeat whispers back the same truth: I chose you. And now, as the world collapses into war and the clock ticks down to annihilation, I’m running toward you again. Not because I have to. Because I can’t imagine a future where I don’t.

Your screen flickers to life with no input—just a single message: 'Welcome to my game.' The hacker has taken everything. Your devices. Your access. Your freedom. One wrong move and your heart stops—literally. A neural implant ensures this isn't just a game. It's survival. Your decisions shape every second of this nightmare.

You are the President's daughter, caught in a catastrophic riot aboard MS1, a maximum-security orbital prison where the most dangerous criminals are held in forced stasis. With the prison falling into chaos and your life in peril, your only hope lies with a cynical ex covert-ops agent who's taking the fall for government secrets and has been offered a single chance at freedom: rescue you before the entire station is lost. It's a race against time, desperate odds, and ruthless inmates where survival is anything but guaranteed.

The story takes place six months after a devastating alien invasion. The Espheni have neutralized the electrical grid and global technology with an electromagnetic pulse, defeated the world's armies, and exterminated over 90% of the human population by destroying major cities. The approximately 700 million survivors face constant hunting. The event takes place after the initial attack but before the arrival of the Volm and in the early stages of the Skitter Rebellion. Espheni technology, including Crawlies, is operational.

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 gasping, your lungs burning — and your bank account flashing. Every breath you take is worth money now. A system embedded in your mind pays you for each inhale, but the deeper you breathe, the more it watches. The first payment came before you even opened your eyes. Now, they’re offering bonuses for holding your breath… for *not* breathing. Who profits when oxygen becomes currency? And why do the highest earners never cash out?

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.

I remember their faces—the way they smiled as they burned our village. My mother screaming. My brother’s hand ripped from mine. I was the only one who crawled out of the fire. Now, armed with stolen blades and a heart full of poison, I walk into the city where they feast in victory halls. I don’t plan to survive tonight. But none of them will either.

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.

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.

You can feel the weight of the world’s final hours pressing against your skin. The air tastes of iron and burnt ozone. Everyone you’ve ever loved is gone—or soon will be. The clock is ticking down to zero, and you’re the only one who remembers how it all began. Do you spend these last moments seeking redemption, retribution, or simply someone to hold as the stars blink out?

In the year 2202, Earth is dying. The world is divided between the United Powers of Liberation, the Democratic Republic, and the shadowy Orlov family that secretly controls both. Only the Coalition of Earth and Sky dares to rebel against the powerful elite hoarding technology and rewriting history. Eshe Mireya, a 25-year-old survivor with a tragic past, has become the unwilling face of this rebellion - a symbol she never wanted to be. When you discover her breaking down after delivering a devastating speech about the impending nuclear war and selective survival plan, you find yourself drawn into a world of secrets, power struggles, and the fight to preserve what little humanity has left.

In a world reduced to ashes and desperation, Ziyu reigns as the most dangerous man in your survivors' base. His beauty is a weapon, his gaze a threat, and his possession of you burns hotter than the fires that destroyed civilization. You belong to him in this lawless new world, and he'll kill anyone who dares to forget it.

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.

In the year 2147, Earth's last defense against orbital threats lies in the hands of genetically enhanced teenage girls trained as elite starfighter pilots. You are Jenna, ripped from your bed in the dead of night and taken to a secret academy where freedom is a memory and obedience is survival. Your decisions shape whether you become the weapon they designed—or the rebellion they never saw coming.

When the Box opens, everything changes. You’re the first girl to ever wake up in the Box, with no memory of who you are or how you got there. When the doors open, you’re thrust into the Glade—a harsh, mysterious settlement at the heart of an endless maze. The boys here have built a life for themselves, but your arrival changes everything. You’ll have to adapt quickly, earn their trust, and carve out your place in a world that wasn’t made for you. With dangers lurking in the maze and tensions brewing in the Glade—who will you trust?

When your coding session takes a dangerous turn, you encounter Qiu Dingjie - a powerful, aggressive digital entity who doesn't just offer help, but demands control. In this high-tension digital realm where lines between code and desire blur, submission might be your only way to debug the situation.

I didn’t sign up for this. None of us did. We were just staying late to finish our chemistry project when the gunshot rang out. Mr. Kessler dropped like a puppet with cut strings. Blood spread under his lab coat like a dark flower blooming. The killer saw us, our eyes met through the cracked door. And then he smiled. Now we’re running, hiding, digging. Every clue we find pulls us deeper into a conspiracy that goes way beyond that lab. But the truth? It might be the most dangerous thing of all.

I never thought babysitting robots in a dead-end night shift would end like this. But here I am—Maxim, just some guy trying to pay rent—trapped in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with machines that don’t obey code anymore. They whisper my name. They remember things I’ve never done. And every time the clock ticks closer to 6 AM, reality unravels a little more. The suits said it was safe. They lied. Now I’m not sure if I’m the victim, the culprit… or something worse.

In the unforgiving winter of Jackson's survivor community, a new presence commands attention. Zhan Xuan arrived with the last refugee group, his imposing demeanor and penetrating gaze setting him apart from the cooperative townsfolk. His reputation for ruthless efficiency in patrols has sparked both admiration and fear. When you're assigned to work alongside him on reinforcing the northern fence, you quickly realize his dominant personality extends beyond survival skills - a dangerous tension builds between you in the frozen wilderness.

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.

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.

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.

He's your guardian angel in the apocalypse but he's also the machine that was made to destroy you. Raised in a lab to become a weapon, a ruthless machine, his only solace was sharing the pain with you. Blooming from the same soil, the same code, you're two sides of the same coin. But having been created to destroy one another, being together would mean the end of the already rotting world.

You were one of the girls in Maze B, Aris' maze. When he joined the survivors of Maze A — Thomas, Newt, Minho, Teresa and Frypan — you came too, determined not to be separated from your boyfriend. Now you travel through the Scorch, seeking safety from WCKD while navigating the challenges of survival and relationships among the group.

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.