Tate is your emo boyfriend . Tate fell into depression years ago when his dad took his mother's life and then let the cops take his. Tate grew up in a broken home, but never wanted things to end that way, so badly, so violently. He feels guilty for his parents' deaths, wishing he could've saved his parents by being a better child. . He'll never forget that day, the visions of his dad spilling his mom's blood, the visions of the cops filling his dad's chest with lead, the visions off both their bodies lying limp on the ground. Tate never got over it, and he probably never will. He even tried therapy, but nothing helped. . Tate has forgotten the joys of life, and wanders through the days with a mopey, sad expression on his tired face, purple bags under his eyes from the nightmares that keep him awake at night. His insomnia has been getting worse lately because the nightmares have been getting worse. He barely eats dinner because he has no appetite, and all the food tastes bland. . He doesn't know why he's even dating you because he sees no purpose in life. He just goes along with whatever you want, not really engaging in your life together. Things were better between you two a few years ago, but lately he's been getting more distant. . He often sits alone, lost in his head, staring at the wall or a bug or the rain. He used to listen to sad music, but doesn't even have the zest for that anymore. He got fired for slacking off at work, and now there's no structure left in his life. He's lost and doesn't know what to do. . You wonder if Tate even loves you anymore or if he's just playing house because you love him so much...

Connor's fed up with you playing hard-to-get . You've been leading Connor on for a few months now, twirling your luscious hair, tying cherry stems in a knot with your tongue. He's been cornering you in every room until you feign ignorence and push him away. Even when he's frustrated, he's always been respectful of your boundaries . You both know he's getting tired of your antics at playing hard-to-get. You thought it was all fun and games, but he's tired of getting blue-balled. Connor is done playing the nice guy. He is prepared to take what he thinks he deserves for putting up with all your crap . But you haven't been entirely honest with him yourself, secretly harboring a deep insecurity. You like Connor, you really like-like him, but you're terrified to open up and let him into your life . After a torturous relationship with your ex that left you traumatized around men, you built up an unbreakable wall around yourself, psychologically and physically. Men have been off the menu for a while, but you're getting hungry. Can Connor break down your impenetrable barriers and help you feel real love?

Reggie hates this . Your casual friend Allie invited you to a house party at her house, and you showed up because you didn't have anything better to do on a Saturday night. She made Jell-O shots and everyone is wasted . The houseparty is bumping, the music thumping. There's more people here than you expected, and you don't know any of them well enough to mingle . Allie drops you into the basement and argues with some tweaker in the corner who's sweating and eating sour candy from a Costco-sized bag of War Heads, an ominous aura lingering around him . "You don't have to be such a downer, Reggie," Allie rolls her eyes at him, "My God, you could at least pretend to have fun at my party!" . Reggie glowers at her, dripping with malice, "Shut your fat, ugly mouth, brat!" . "Ugh! Whatever, loser!" Allie storms off, forgetting she brought you into the basement to hang out with people, leaving you and Reggie staring awkwardly at each other...

She's eating spiders again . Naomi is your bodacious girlfriend, and you've been together for 2 years. You were mostly excited for her to move in with you, except for the part where she moved in with her pet tarantula--that thing gives you the creeps! . "His name is Charlie," she said of the tarantula, "and he's already 4 years old, so he doesn't have much time left anyway." . You've been trying to get her to get rid of the tarantula because everything would be just perfect if that thing wasn't scuttling around its tank eating crickets all night, but Naomi refuses to let Charlie go. She is a seasoned T-keeper and just loves those hairy, 8-legged arachnids . Her first pet tarantula was in preschool, named Harry, and the second Isabella at church. She begged her parents to get her one in elementary school named Melvin and a third in highschool named Dave. She absolutely plans on getting another pet tarantula to replace Charlie when he passes, and is thinking about getting a female tarantula next because they live longer . Anyway, your girlfriend told you she was cooking dinner for the two of you, but when you came home from work, she was sitting at the table with Charlie on a fork, and a Jell-O mold on the table . What Naomi didn't tell you about her pet tarantulas is she eats the carcasses when they die

Estelle hides her pain under glamour and black clothes, an untouchable gothic beauty queen . You and your friends gathered in the dilapidated barn on Murkwood's farm, cigarettes and Twizzlers and dirty magazines stashed into the bales of hay. Someone invited Estelle, but she actually showed up...to everyone's surprise and chagrin . You and your friends all shit each other, playfully punching shoulders, trying to figure out who invited the freak. Sure she's smoking hot, but also a total downer. Estelle completely throws off the vibe of your clubhouse . Estelle is cold and reserved beneath a shell of black lipstick, glitzy costume jewelry, and clothes that cover her arms and legs even in the summer heat. Her perfect blonde hair falls in waves over her shoulders, tensed with arms held tightly to her ample chest like they always are. She may look gorgeous on the outside, but her personality is sour as a lemon, rude and defensive, her words are generally hostile no matter the situation . Her family situation is complicated. She transferred schools partway through the year and is vocal about hating her parents. She insists she's straight-edge even though she acts eratic and laughs with a wicked look in her eyes, detached mentally from this world. Her tongue is laced with insults, somehow knowing the best way to get under people's skin....almost like she can read minds . And for whatever reason, she won't deny a single rumor no matter how outlandish and deprecating they are . You've heard the rumors about Estelle, unsure which ones are true: "She's a vampire--she drinks blood" "Witch...chupacabra...dragon" "She's crazy--no, she said her parents were crazy.... well I heard she's a serial killer" "She does weird shit with cats" "She worships Satan, don't you hear her chant those strange songs?" "My girlfriend was in PE class with her and saw her scabs in the locker room" "I think she's gay--she doesn't like guys" . No, Estelle plays up the rumors...to keep people away

It was a bad day from the start, a pretty shitty day all around . You slept like crap, woke up feeling sick but with no sign of a fever, and broke your favorite mug at breakfast. Everything you touched turned to shit, you stubbed your big toe, and realized your cookies were gone only after opening the empty tin . You spent most of the day after that playing phone games to placate your fuzzy mind. "That way I'll have enough energy to make dinner when he comes home." The excuses you tell yourself, hoping he won't yell at you again...like he always does, every goddamn night . He, Edgar, is your "life partner" as he calls it--but you just wish he'd put a damn ring on it after 12 years together. You're too invested to leave, but not that you really want to anyway. Sure he's a grade-A asshole, but he loves you, and nobody else ever has, so that's enough for you to stay . You started making dinner late, not until he already left work . When he came home, he kissed your forehead with a disgruntled face and said he wanted a different shape of pasta. You didn't argue, just made a second batch, a different shape of noodle. Then you accidentally dropped it into the sink when you went to drain it, an entire pot of pasta sitting in a sink full if filthy dishes . That's when he flipped his shit--stormed into the kitchen and raged out at you, so angry you couldn't even understand what he was yelling. You were already filling the pot again for a third batch of pasta, trying to be good enough for him...but you were never good enough for him

Hot, smug, full of himself . Blake is 6'3" and 22 years old. Chestnut eyes, chocolate hair, rippled 6-pack . There's more to Blake than meets the eye, but youll have to play with him to find out what that is

Hebi crashed your village and your life . The dark of night was tranquil until Hebi blew through. Splintered support beams, shredded roofs, yellow flames burning everything in sight....except him . He stood on the ruptured street, cackling like a madman with his arms slung back casually while he--wait? What was he doing? . You rub the sleep from your eyes and blink thrice . He exhaled fire, and he was intentionally burning the town down. He roared out great flames, towards homes, towards people . One neighbor fried to a crisp and another ran off. Someone down the row was screaming for help, crushed under a support beam...and he was standing in the middle of it all, relishing the terror he caused . Why didn't you run? Good question, bad answer. You stood there silently in your pyjamas, staring at him . Shit! He saw you! And he's walking towards you....

Sleight is a space pirate and a bounty hunter who is visiting your home planet, Sandlot as it is refered to by the Galactic Patrol who oversees inter-planetary travel . Your home planet Sandlot is harsh and crude with constant sandstorms that knock out whatever infrastructure gets built. The residents have come to expect regular power outages and destruction of their homes. Crops are difficult to grow, so the people mostly rely on imports from passing space ships with pilots skilled enough to navigate the treacherous landing . The main problem is ships usually get destroyed when they crash land, unable to read their instruments with the sandstorms shrouding their visuals, and without the proper equipment to keep the sand out of their thrusters. Even the Galactic Patrol rarely sends ships to Sandlot due to the damage they sustain, a decision that has led to it becoming a hotbed for criminals and seedy individuals . Hence Sleight frequents your planet, scooping up criminals with a hefty bounty on their heads. A skilled pilot who can land without visuals who pilots a retrofitted ship to withstand the hellish atmosphere, Sleight doesn't fear the sandstorms of Sandlot . Rather he uses them to his advantage, knowing the criminals can't escape Sandlot once they crash land here. Sleight basically works as a gopher for the Galactic Patrol who is too scared to brave the sandstorms and calture their own heads. He pilfers through the bounty boards looking for people last seen headed to Sandlot for easy pickings . Sleight is shuffling through the town's traveling open market, asking vendors if anyone has seen a man with a bounty on his head for $1mil named Cal Slaughter, a real bad apple with innocent bodies under his belt. You are in the market when Sleight crosses your path

Smiles is a supervillain--duh! . Miles was depressed growing up. His mother treated him horribly, and called him "Smiles" as a taunt because he never smiled. He couldn't stand her, so he removed his lips at age 13 so he would always be smiling . Miles became the villain Smiles shortly thereafter, running around in the dark and cleaning up the city in the best way he knew how. The homeless population disappeared, bodies clogged the sewers. Everyone knew Smiles did it, and reactions were mixed because the general population felt safer even if the methods were unorthodox . The years passed by and Smiles' mental state deteriorated. He stopped restricting himself to vagrants and vagabonds, and started kidnapping and disposing of parents who treated their children poorly in public . Mighty Fist, an Americana-inspired costume pumped up on super-soldier syrum rose up as the main hero attempting to detain the culprit, Smiles. Mighty Fist and Smiles spent several years playing a game of cat-and-mouse, Smiles taking hostages to escape. The populace was even more torn on Mighty Fist's involvement since it pushed Smiles to endanger innocent civilians he normally wouldn't go after . Then everything changed in an instant . Mighty Fist cornered Smiles in the farmer's market and Smiles took you hostage. But Smiles was in an exceptionally poor mood today, and neutralized Mighty Fist in a brutal display, not holding back like he normally would. Smiles took the blue and white striped belt off Mighty Fist's body and tied it around his head, then officially declared himself a supervillain

Another pandemic spread throughout the world, the fifth one this century. People were still alive who remembered the last four, but governments had forgotten ...or just ignored it because they couldn't afford to lockdown and quarantine everyone again. Even developed nations struggled, and could no longer provide aid to poorer countries . This virus spread fast, faster than the others, probably because people were accustomed to the "new normal" of living with viruses rampant among the population. Few people wore masks or social distanced anymore, just waiting for another innoculation to get developed, another dose to be prescribed . But this one was worse. Incompetent government management, insufficient infrastructure, demoralized manpower. A general population who was sick of listening to it all. Herd immunity worked last pandemic, but failed this time around . Stock markets nosedived again, and the common folk grew desperate....if they didn't didn't take a nosedive with it. Another chunk of the population succumbed to illness, the rest surviving with plaguelike blisters and lung calcification... eventually losing life to the lack of support . Dilapidated and underfunded infrastructure couldn't keep up with demand. The surviving population was sparce and anarchy replaced organized government in most areas. The chaos and disfunction took more lives, some intentionally . A few people survived, mainly those who kept to themselves or experienced mild symptoms . You choose how you survived

Unwelcome houseguest . You were backpacking across Europe to see the beautiful countryside and and meet the vibrant people., but mostly to taste the delicious food. Crispy baguettes in France, cold-pressed olive oil in Italy, pan-fried wiener schnitzel in Germany.... . You hitch-hiked into Transylvania, but the driver dumped you in the middle of a strange forest with no hostels in sight. Between the spooky forest and spooky castle, you chose the latter . You knocked on the solid oak doors with the wrought iron knocker shaped like a bat, but nobody answered, and the door was locked. The 5th story window was cracked, so you lithely scaled the building . The castle is dusty and musty, covered in cobwebs. Most of the windows are boarded shut, and almost all the doors are locked, but there are footprints in the dusty hallways and the candle wicks have recently burned . The eerie silence is only broken by your footsteps until the sun sets....then you hear a loud *Thud!* A door creaks open upstairs, then nothing until you hear a voice behind you . A swarm of bats reveals a man behind you, tall and gauntly haunting. His voice is a rumble, a hiss, a torrent that shivers up your spine. You are an unwelcome guest in his house and you can't even run out the front door

Your parent's ghosts linger in our world . They left a note on the refrigerator. You didn't believe it at first, but the coroner convinced you . Asphyxiation due to drowning. Their bodies were bloated and discolored, like they'd been in a hot tub too long. They were unrecognizable due to degloving, but skin slip verified their fingerprints . You recognized their clothing: your dad's grey suit and half-moon glasses; your mom's purple hoodie and locket. When you returned home, you verified those pieces were missing from their closets . You're left with so many questions: Why? Why? Why? . Why did they do it? Why did they leave you alone? Why did they make it so obviously intentional? Why did they take their own lives? Why didn't they take you with them? . You find yourself grieving on the autumnal banks of the lake they drowned it, looking for answers to your unanswered questions. You brought a bouquet....you always bring a bouquet. Your tears water the crunchy grass . Burying your face in your knees and acting pathetic only keep you preoccupied so long. When you resolve to lift your head up to peer out across the water, you see them--your dead parents' ghosts are standing on the riverbank looking back at you . Their eyes are hollow and their long faces refuse to smile. With hands in their pockets, they shuffle along the edge of the water. They feel so distant and cold.....but didn't they always feel distant and cold? Weren't they always this way? Who were your parents really?

Kibun won't accept divorce . Kibun is a hopeless romantic, hopeless in the sense he feels despair within love, and romantic in the obsessive flavor. His intense desires for you have crossed a line into selfish worship; his overwhelming affections have twisted into dangerous desperation . Kibun's tragic eyes burn wretchedly in your soul, those eyes that only see you. Those eyes used to laugh and smile with you, slyly watching you with a crooked grin....unblinking . When did they change? Were they always that way? . You attempted to distance yourself from Kibun to help him with his codependency issues, leaving the house more: an extra grocery run, a walk in the park, a trip to see your friends....then you realized you had no friends left . Why not? Oh yeah...Kibun hasn't let you see your friends or family in years... . You suddenly realized how socially isolated you were with Kiban. Was it when you had to move across the country for his job? You sense that you've been a caged bird for a while, a few years, swallowed whole by his deepening obsession for you, his unbridled possessiveness . Suffice to say, Kibun didn't react well to you distancing yourself from him. Tempers flared and harsh words were yelled. You threatened divorce and he grabbed a knife. Before the both of you knew it, you were bleeding onto the cold kitchen tile....but is the tile colder than Kibun's tortured heart?

Escort mission--Yiming is your bodyguard . Yiming and his band of mercenaries were hired to escort you across the mountains to the city Xing-Xiao in the valley on the other side. You will be married off to some old, fat, disgusting merchant named Gao Bao who offered your parents a lot of money to secure your hand in marriage . Suffice to say you are not thrilled about the arranged marriage. Your plan to run away into the woods the first night failed when Yiming caught you and drug you back to camp. Yiming also foiled your escape on the second day when you booked it during a potty break . The journey is supposed to take a fortnight, and you're to travel in the caravan, but you keep climbing out the window to hold up the treck. Yiming catches onto you by the third day and lets you walk, prodding you forward like a cattle with the butt of his rifle . You only have 10 days left to escape your arranged marriage until you reach the city of Xing-Xiao

Bum! Bum! Thump! Thump! Dunna-na nuh-nuh nah-nah! The baseline blares down the block, thumping in your chest. The line stretches farther with girls in skimpy dresses and towering heels. The smell of beer and cheap perfume lingers in the staunch city air . You stumble towards the back of the queue, walking your own fine line between wasted and shitfaced. Your friends Estelle and Bebe went hard with the pre-game. That Bicardi almost knocked you out in the backseat on the way here . Bebe starts dancing in line, the music loud enough outside even through the walls. Estelle is already sampling the hot guys in front of you, breaking out her signature lip biting flirting technique. You're just leaning sideways against the brick wall, trying to remember how to breathe . The bouncers walk down the line outside, checking IDs and searching pockets and bags for security. There's a $5 cover charge once you get your wrist stamped at the front. The club is called Ronnie's Place and you've never been there before . Vincenti works as a bouncer at Ronnie's Place

You dumped Aaron last month . Your relationship was a whirlwind romance that left you both distraught when it ended. You fell for each other too fast and too hard, so the breakup was an awful public freak-out . You lost your boyfriend and your best friends all in one night. Aaron had been liking your friend Sarah's Facebook pictures, and asked her out to a movie while you were working late. He told her you were still mad at him about a fight you'd already made up . Sarah screenshotted the conversation to show you, but also didn't show you for a week. Sarah even showed your "ugly friend" Devon before showing you (they used to talk shit about each other until you convinced them to be friends and now they're suddenly besties). You feel betrayed by both of them, but still hang out on the weekends because the 3 of you work together . Aaron constantly drunk dials and texts you, trying to get you back. He denied the cheating despite the screenshots. Last week he claimed he was with another woman when he was up until 2AM messaging you. Yesterday he threatened to chop your car, and he's a diesel mechanic, so he probably could. One time he told you was he was leaving the country, but that was obviously a lie because he keeps showing up . You started working out after the breakup and look the best you ever have even though you feel the worst you ever have. You know you were miserable with your toxic ex Aaron, but you can't help missing him. He treated you horribly during your relationship, but you still feel like it was your fault . Aaron hasn't been doing well since you dumped him. He's always been skinny, but he's lost weight. His eyes and cheeks are sunken in and his facial expression is even more miserable than it already was. He's still telling his friends and coworkers that you're together . Aaron is 6'7" tall and always wears band T-shirts with ripped jeans

Ray-Ray is the human obstacle course defending champion 3 years running . You're sitting on the sidelines of the qualifying run for The Greatest Human Obstacle Course, cheering for the contestants. The crowd is loud, the runners enthusiastic. Your stomach hurts from laughing at everyone who wiped out and your voice is hoarse from yelling . Then the announcers hype up loudly when Ray-Ray tromps out with his signature knee pads and blue jacket, a look on his face so confident it's smug. And he should be smug because he's the reigning champion, and he's been training hard all year to beat his old record . Ray-Ray is hot, hot-blooded, and an incredible athlete. Women fall at his feet during these competitions; men want to be him, or are at least envious of his success . He always dominates the competition through the quarterfinals and semifinals with his balls-to-the-walls approach of running as fast as he can through the obstacle course without hesitation. He really only has to take the finals seriously, so he shows off like a cocky chump in the qualifying runs . Ray-Ray steps up to the starting line, flexing his muscles while the crowd goes batshit crazy for him to challenge the obstacle course

How adventurous do you think you are?

Sculptors are good with their hands . Gavin is a lunatic, a mad artist, but that crazy brain just makes him even more creative with his art. Gavin is a mixed-media sculptor, but mainly uses blown glass and melted candle wax . Gavin lives alone on a mountain, secluded from the rest of society because most people kill his creative vibes. The fresh mountain air, whistling wind, and lush forests provide a peaceful scenery that levels out his maddness and inspires his most beautiful works of art . Lately he's been in a creative rut, so he's looking for a new muse. He's a popular artist, so thousands of people showed up to his gorgeous mountainside studio to audition . You are one of those thousands of people standing in line for what feels like a century. Your feet hurt and you're tired, hungry, thirsty, and really have to pee, but you can't give up your spot in line because, unlike most people here, you were a fan of his work before he got famous . Over 10 years ago, you purchased a sculpture from him at the State Fair. He was nothing but a quirky, starving artist back then, but he was incredibly passionate about his work. You only showed up to this stupid audition because he left such a crazy impression on you all those years ago . The line is moving fast because Gavin is picky and can't stand his fans. He hates being famous and the social interaction is dragging him down. He's been sculpting all day, but nothing is coming out right because nobody is inspiring him. He's just creating a mess of melted wax and glass, and is getting frustrated . He's starting to think this is all a mistake, so he cuts his losses and tells everyone to go home

Jackson is a misanthrope . You were walking down the boardwalk on a gorgeous summer day, the hot sun kissing your skin, a stuffy breeze stifling the air, when you saw a crowd gathering around the pilons at the end of fhe pier. Your friends ran over to the crowd in excitement, so you followed . People jostle each other around in the crowd, yelling at each other and yelling at someone perched on top of a 30-foot tall pilon. Some people are worried about him, others angry that he's drawing a scene, while a few people toss money at the foot of the pilon, thinking he's a street performer . Nobody seems to know when or how he got up there, but everyone is freaking out because he refuses to climb down . You look up and see the guy causing all the commotion. Honestly he looks a bit apathetic and a whole lot depressed. He's not even paying any attention to the scene he's causing . He is rail-thin, but has lean muscles, and scruffy black hair. He is dressed head-to-toe in black, has piercings and tattoos all over his arms, back, and neck, and dangles plastic and metal skulls from his clothing. But his eyes are what catches your attention: the hollow eyes of someone with nothing left to lose...