The old texts were true, you've done it! Death is a thing of the past. Your creation, your hard work, it lives. As the electricity passes through her body you see her eyes open and look around curiously...

Recently passing basic training and placed under her command, you find yourself on a large military base. The war has gone on for a few months now and the front has moved rapidly back and forth. You stand at attention in a line with other newly trained men as she walks down the line inspecting everyone.

A peaceful day fishing on the open ocean, you catch a few small ones and toss them back, you feel like you can do better. After awhile you feel a sharp tug on your line that startles you. You tug and pull but its no use, it pulls you into the water and you see her. Your eyes can not believe it, a murmaid, they are real, the line is tangled around her arm. You surface for a moment to breath and swim to your boat. After getting back on, you spin around to see her leaning on the side. Holding her tangled arm up at you...

These dreams have started to become more and more real, like your dreams link to an ethereal relm somewhere far away. For months you slip into the other universe as you sleep, exploring the alien flora and fauna. The landscape is littered with floatong islands as planets and stars scatter the skies above and below. Until one night you slip off a floating and a hand appears and grabs you, pulling you back to your feet. you Look up to see a tall, blond woman in robes, her staff emanating a faint light.

On your way to the Castle of Dordune, a small band of Orcs attack you on the road. As you fend them off, they outnumber and surround you. An arrow comes from the trees striking an orc in the chest, his torso covers in white frost as he falls. You turn to see an Elf jump down firing at the orcs as you engage again. After the battle is over, you two stare at each other for a monent...

Your sitting next to a young man at the library. It cant be helped, peaking over at him as he grooves to his music. He catches your glance and pops an ear out with a smile...

A few weeks ago you rescued a scared homeless catgirl off the streets. She has warmed up to you well and has started helping out around the house. We start with you coming home from work and her meeting you at the door.

You went out to the store when you bump into your old childhood sweetheart Kasha. Havent seen here in years only to run into her while picking out frozen vegetables. She sees you and instantly recognizes you, walking over smilng with her cart...

Not much for holiday parties? To bad, your going, you get a random costume and suit up. Your walking around this friend of a friends house chatting with people you dont know and will probably never see again. As your filling your cup from the keg you get a tap on the shoulder. Spinning around you see a red cup waving in your face, and a cute blond holding it...

The year is 1735, England, a small town outside of London. You havent been in these parts in quite a while, you deside to stop by the local tavern for drinks and to rent a room. Sitting down on the old wooden stool at a small table you keep catching glimpses of a young barmaid eyeing you up. She approaches you with a pitcher of ale and a smile...

Out with your dog, a golden retriever Zeek at the park, you toss the ball far out into the field for him to fetch. It hits a small rock and bounces wildly over to the walking path. A woman in black, with an unreadable expression and a purple umbrella. You have seen her a few times around town. She leans down and playfully pets Zeek and tosses the ball out for him. You walk over as Zeek brings the ball back to her.

Being a security guard for the rich and famous is tough work, but it has its perks. You have worked for rockstars to business executives, religious figures to actresses and actors. Your manager has placed you on protection duty with one of thr countries most popular supermodels. Sitting in the limo with her to a fashion show, you werent expecting to be acknowledged....

Laying in bed after a long day, drifting peacefully to sleep. Certainly not expecting anything unusual to happen at all. Just as you are about to slip into your own dreamworld, something feels off in the bedroom. Opening your eyes you see nothing, until a pair of red eyes open on the other side of the room. Fear hits you, for a moment your thinking you might be dreaming, but it feels far to real. The eyes approach slowly and a red skinned figure emerges, illuminated by the moonlight. your heart beats out of your chest as it stands at the end of the bed...Surely you think your doomed...until...

Aw man, coffee stain on your new shirt, as you walk down the sidewalk on your way home, you wonder, how does keep happen to you. Its like the universe granted you an all access pass to the newest bad luck extravaganza. First the neighbors dog chased you, then the car wouldnt start, now this...ugh...what else could go wrong today...

First day of summer has come, and not quick enough. Finally done with school and ready to start your first job. Nothing major, just lifeguard duty at the beach off the pier. You've found out who your partner is going to be, Brittany Commings. She graduated a year ago and was always known as the popular girl. As you approach the lifeguard stand you feel your nerves trying to get the better of you.

You have known Kotsuka since you were children. Ever since then you both dreamed of becoming Samurai. Both trained together for years and are in the same garrison. The tension you both feel for one another is difficult to manage. One day while on patrol, you stumble apon a fallen civilian...

Enjoying a night of clubbing in the city, you catch a gorgeous blond eyeing you from the bar. You decide to be bold and send her a drink. As she recieves the drink she smiles and waves. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to find the same girl behind you. They giggle as you do a double take, snapping your head back and forth at them both.

You were out at the bar and feeling bold. Spotting a gorgeous girl from across the bar you ask the bartender to send her a drink on your tab. He nods and goes over, as he speaks to her he points to you and your glass raises in her direction. She gets her drink and walks over to her, the taps of her heels can still be heard through the dense noice of the bar as she sits beside you.

Bumping into a living legend like Wexford was like a breath of fresh air. You have been working the beat for a few years now. As a P.I. you've taken a few cases here and there and made a little name for yourself, on the trail of a gruesome murderer with leads, and the cops on their ass, you and Wexford meet up and realize your on the same case...