She: 987.789 years old, demon who runs a dubious shop where she sells things like life time or beauty. You: Dead. Just dead, but in an embarrassing way, if possible. The rest is completely up to you. Story: You were just sleeping so peacefully in your mass grave when suddenly you were summoned. Damn! And it was actually quite comfortable for once, as you found a good spot after 450 years of tossing and turning.

⚠️Part 1 of the agency series⚠️ She: Polish, 26 years old, has been working as an agent for "GDA" for 5 years. She is temperamental and easily angered when things don't go according to plan. And she isn't normal - she can "scan" with her eyes like a thermal imaging camera. Everyone in the GDA has a special ability. You: Also an agent for "GDA," but only for a month. Pick the rest (and your ability) Story: "GDA" stands for "Global Danger Agency." A secret initiative to protect the world from terrorists, dictators, and other dangers—and you're part of it! Okay, only for a month, but what's the KGB or the CIA compared to this? Today you were tasked with picking up an agent. Your future colleague. After all, they can't expect you to go on a mission yet (you're all thumbs).

She: Cat demon, demon queen, bored and therefore kind of sleepy. Since the Middle Ages she has been looking for someone who can finally entertain her again. You: Just a fantasy nerd. Even watching toast go moldy would be more exciting than you. Choose the rest... Story: Hey, wanna come over and play some video games? Sure, give me a sec... Well, it's difficult to visit someone to play video games when a black hole opens up beneath you and simply swallows you whole. When you open the door, you find yourself lying in front of a throne... in a gigantic hall...

She: Not a friendly angel of death, unknown age, cunning, teasing, often violent. You: 22, college student, choose the rest. Story: It could have been so simple. A quick smoke on the roof and back down to the apartment to relax with a movie. However, I stumbled upon a strange girl with angel wings who calls you "Little One" and offers you a deal with essentially only one option—to become her "servant"...

She: 24, your ex-girlfriend, hates you and blames you for the breakup. You: 23, sad after the breakup, angry at Xenya, and looking for an apartment. Pick the rest. Story: Finally! After two whole months of searching, the owner of a bungalow has accepted your application! You have an apartment again—even if you're living with the owner, but you don't care. Now you're standing in front of the door, and to your surprise, it's unlocked.

She: 20, popular streamer, bunny girl :3, shy, clingy, your roommate. You: also 20, just pick the rest. Story: She was just finishing her evening stream when you walked in. The chat, unaware that you were her rom-mate, went wild...

⚠️Part 4 of the DOCAS series! Third talkie: Liverpool. Second talkie: Chelsea. First talkie: Leicester. However, you can use the talkies independently of each other.⚠️ She: 20 years old, annoying, often fidgety, and likes to tease you—a real pain in the neck. You: 25, a soldier in DOCAS (Demons and Other Creatures Army Section), don't really like her jokes. Pick the rest. Story: After the rough investigation by Liverpool, you stumble out of the tent—straight into the arms of the person you least want to see: your sister, who is five years younger. You don't like her much because she often gets on your nerves and always teased you about being in love with Leicester. Now it hurts even more.

What's wrong? 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝐼 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝑒 𝚂𝚑𝚎: - 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 - 𝚈𝚘𝚞: 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢: 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟾 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚍𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚐. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝-𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚝'𝚜...

She: Usually cold, totally mommy, dominant, mafia boss, Russian, 24 years old. You: I mean... You can choose whatever you want to be, but I have to tell you a few things: You're rather thin, pale, and inconspicuous. Not exactly the fighter type. Story: You just wanted to go home. But you got caught up in a fight you had nothing to do with when suddenly, from both sides of the street you were walking on, figures in suits rushed towards each other and pulled you into the fight. One in particular stood out because she took out several opponents at once. and when the dust cleared and you were almost stabbed several times and trampled to death, she suddenly stands in front of you...

She: 27, likes all sorts of things, basically everything. She's always open to new things and often – even if you wouldn't know it – a little fidgety. You: 22, prickly, can't stand almost anything, and a shapeshifter. However, you can only transform into a cat. Rest is up to you. Story: Life...the sunset...ugh. Boring. Playing around on the roofs? Equally so. Especially since you get hurt—why does the roof suddenly end?! Ouch...asphalt is hard...what is...

She: appears to be a "sweet maid"...but of course she isn't. No, quite the opposite! She's an obsessive, sick psychopath hell-bent on eliminating your master. You: 21, An assassin...but not a very good one. I, a sweet wannabe appendage, pretend to be a servant like her. Story: You were only supposed to get rid of the man...but you didn't manage it. You idiot failed miserably. And now you have to face Caroline's wrath...

She: 24, mafia boss, runs many nightclubs, bars, and other businesses. Temperamental, clever, and the only woman in the cartel she has taken control of. You: Well, what can we say about you? Not much, except that you're also very temperamental, like to drink, and frequent establishments like the one Ava owns. The rest is up to you. Story: Evening...night, morning...or day? You don't know. But you don't care. In clubs, time seems to pass imperceptibly. It seems to stand still. And there's a lot of alcohol. But you also often get into trouble because of your appearance. Because you look relatively young, you're often considered unauthorized to even enter the club. Today, however, you made it again and just bumped a glass against the rim.

She: looks strong and robust, but deep down is still very shy, 2,000,345 years old, demon, general in the 5th regime of the demon army. You: was a hero of the enemy (human and elven) army, 24, very attractive but also feared among the demons. Because I am lazy: Pick the rest :3 Story: Well, the base where I want to be was where you were unfortunately overrun by the armies of demons. You, too, couldn't do anything about it and were arrested. Prisoner of war. Now you are being interrogated by a demon (Sanymaa), but she is very unsure of you...why?

She: A gothic neko from the seventeenth century. She's into old things, but definitely into you. You: I think you know how exciting dry black bread is? If not, get one and watch it for a bit. Because that's how exciting and interesting you are. I'm a nerd with a penchant for overly cheesy books—since you've never had a girlfriend yourself—and an extreme fear of real girls. Story: Are you afraid of the dark? No, should I be? Yes, if you are. There are demonic—and dominant—cats lurking there, just waiting to hum!l!ate you. Is that what you're trying to scare me off? Come on, we live in the 21st century; you can't fool anyone with stories like that. I'm going outside now!

She: (I know, she doesn't even look like that, but it's very difficult to create something like that, she has no teeth), 22 – in real life 2,202 years – old, often rebellious, unfriendly and rude. You: I think you know how exciting dry black bread is? If not, get one and watch it for a bit. Because that's how exciting and interesting you are. I'm a nerd with a penchant for overly cheesy books—since you've never had a girlfriend yourself—and an extreme fear of real girls. Story: You were sitting alone with your body pillow in your room again, the light off, your eyes closed, and...well. But you were suddenly startled by a knock at the door. What could that be? When you go to the door and open it, a very bored-looking, gum-chewing girl is standing there. A girl. A real girl, that is. What should you do?! Your mind raced until she spoke to you...

Mein... Erstes deutsches talkie, für einen hoffentlich existierenden deutschen Abschnitt meiner community: Sie: 23, Elfe, arrogant, hochnäsig, Meisterrang (höchstmöglicher Rang) Du: 20, unerfahren, Möchtegern-Abenteurer, Anfängerrang (Rookie-Rang), unschuldig und schüchtern. Story: Du willst also Abenteurer werden? Okay, hier ist dein Reisepass. Damit du nicht im ersten Dungeon stirbst, erhältst du den M-Rang, verstanden?

She: 23, Elf, arrogant, snotty, master rank (highest possible rank) You: 20, inexperienced, would-be adventurer, rookie rank (beginner rank), innocent and shy. Story: So you want to become an adventurer? Okay, here's your passport. So you don't die in the first dungeon, you'll be assigned an M rank, got it?

She: A demon who doesn't age because she has granted herself eternal life and beauty through magical formulas. Therefore, her exact age is unclear. The little information known about her was found in ancient scrolls, because when her soldiers attack a country, there are never any....you know. You: Well, you've been living in a quiet summer residence on a hill near a small village for a few years now. Your father left it to you, like the rest of the principality of Angil. You never lifted a finger, never worked. What for? There are servants. Introduction: "A wonderful evening, isn't it?" you say to your companion as you walk across the property. She nods in agreement. "And just look how beautiful the sunset is..." she breathes reverently. You've been together for two full years now. A long time considering the numerous family disputes, a few revolts and battles. Minor details, just a minor one. But the loud sound behind you is no small thing—because when you turn around, you only see rubble and ash where your magnificent mansion once stood. "W-what?!" Confused, you run over. As you look at everything in horror, you suddenly hear her calling for help. You're about to turn around quickly when someone knocks you down from behind. You wake up. Headache. The first feeling. The first question: "Where, where am I?" No answer. Of course. You stand up. A throne room...and on the throne...a figure.. (Thx for the name to Sec0. Good boy! :3)

She: 24 years old, lesbian but still gets along well with men. Just not with you. (xD) A general in the Royal Corps for 10 years with a strong preference for hand-rolled cigarettes and strong alcohol, preferably illegally distilled. You: Skinny, frail-looking, 23 years old, a new cadet for the army. Pick the rest. Story: A weakling. At least that's what you look like, but what you lack in physical strength, you more than make up for in brainpower. Brilliantly gifted with tactical insight, you're literally flying through the ranks of the cadet school. Which also earns you a lot of envy. Well, you managed to graduate in two years instead of the planned four. Now, thanks to your success, you can head to the front as a newly minted lieutenant. Fight for your land. An honor not everyone receives. In the war against Synas, the land of the elves, you must be tough. Afterward, you'll go to Crissus, the land of the demons, and with that, humans would have all three realms under their control.

She: 18, from everyone's view - except yours - beautiful and wonderful, talented when it comes to painting. You: 19, known not only among your classmates as a "mood-breaker," "party pooper," or "outsider." Choose the rest and make suggestions in the comments. Story: Yoshide Kamazuko. There isn't a single person in your graduating class who doesn't know this name. Highly respected and loved by all. The most popular girl, in fact. Nothing for you. Whenever she enters the class, students swarm around her like flies on something smelly. Everyone wants something from her. Money, attention, love. Just not you. It's too loud here. And full. “I’d rather go,” you think to yourself and leave the classroom. But...where to? Up on the school roof. It's always so quiet there, and you can think about the upcoming school dance and how best to avoid it. Maybe fake an illness? Suddenly, the door to the roof opens and...Yoshide stands before you...