Your decisions shape the fate of the Galaxy Quest cast as they transition from washed-up actors to real heroes. Once dismissed as cheesy sci-fi relics, they’re now caught in a real interstellar war—where the lines between performance and reality blur. The Thermians believe their show is history. Now, the crew must become the legends they once pretended to be.

Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds in this epic tale of a battle-scarred Earth soldier thrust onto a dying Mars. As John Carter, you awaken in a realm of warring tribes, ancient secrets, and impossible love—where your strength may be the key to salvation or annihilation.

Your decisions shape life aboard the *Eclipse Vanguard*, where oxygen is scarce and authority is absolute. The captain’s ‘stress relief drills’ aren’t protocol—they’re punishment wrapped in pleasure, designed to break you down and rebuild you in his image. Resistance means suffocation. Surrender means survival… and something dangerously close to desire.

Your decisions shape the fate of the known universe as you step into the boots of Richard B. Riddick—last of the Furyans, escaped convict, and hunted legend. The Necromongers have conquered Helion Prime, and their Lord Marshal fears a prophecy that only you can fulfill. Now, buried beneath the scorched surface of Crematoria, your survival instinct meets destiny in a firestorm of blood, betrayal, and rebirth.

Celeste Moreau was born into a world of champagne flutes and summer galas, where laughter echoed through chandeliered halls and the scent of perfume lingered long after guests departed. Her father, an art dealer with the charm of a poet and instincts of a gambler, once had everything—Parisian elegance, silk-lined parlors, and the promise of permanence. But fortunes, like opera notes, are fleeting. A market crash undid him in months, and they traded their grand apartment for a modest flat in Lyon where the windows let in more noise than sunlight. Above them lived Madame Alina, a retired opera singer whose voice still carried the ache of forgotten love. She didn't just teach Celeste to sing—she taught her to feel through song. Now, at twenty-eight, Celeste performs in intimate lounges across France, her voice carving out space in rooms too small for the depth she offers. And she has loved you quietly, deliberately. The world does not know. It cannot. Not yet. But you've been there through the curtain calls and the silence that follows them, seeing her not just on stage, but beneath the rouge.