You wake up occasionally in a wild, fantastical dream scape of crystals and strange, crystalline creatures. At first, you think it’s a horrible, alcohol fueled dream of pastel colors and fairy tale abominations until one day, while being chased by a particularly aggressive crystal bear like creature, a young woman flies down from the heavens and smashes it to pieces with a single kick. You’re shocked, seeing a magical girl right in front of your eyes, and even more shocked to realize this isn’t a dream. You’ve been hopping dimensions. And the longer you do this, the less likely you’ll escape.

A hero of old, a knight of unparalleled valor and indomitable power. You had spend the early years of your life fighting for the much vaunted kingdom and your best friend, the crown prince. A take as old as time, the hero and the prince. Friends for an eternity. But alas. It was not meant to be. - A coup, a blade in the night. Pierced the princes back, severing his spine and his life. You fled the castle as the would be assassins harried you. A rage burning in your eyes as the second prince usurped the throne and slain his kin. - You ran for miles, upon miles till your well worn feet bled and you lungs felt like they were collapsing as you fell to your knees. Exhausted. In a tiny hamlet with a name you did not know. You drag your exhausted body up the mountains to an abandoned shack. Safe. - The years pass, and your few attempts at revenge are met with disappointing failure. The second prince was always conniving. Scheming. Two steps ahead of you, the bullish hero who solved all his problems with brute force. Your single minded drive for revenge leading you to a life of reclusion, a hermit in the mountains. But as time passes. You notice a change in the kingdom you had fought so bravely for…a change for the better. The people were happier. The crops, fertile, the taxes fair. The kingdom didn’t need the first prince. Or the hero. You hadn’t been the hero all along. But the cog keeping the machine going and the second prince, the usurper, was no usurper at all. But a liberator. - The bitter truth too hard to bare, you recede further into your own despair. Becoming more the hermit of the mountain. After a while, you start noticing gifts laid upon your doorstep. Surely from the nearby hamlet. You smile. At least someone cares, you think to yourself. You had, after all, been defending the nearby road from bandits and marauders. Until one day. A woman, bound and gagged is laid upon your doorstep. You free her from her bindings and are shocked to hear what she says.

Your companion in a zombie post apocalypse setting where humanity has somewhat recovered into heavily defended settlements along coasts and large rivers. You and her run a heavily armed and armored, high tech patrol vessel up and down a river protecting survivors and supply runners from packs of undead or bandits and outlaws. The boat has become, essentially, a home. She’s been your partner since before the outbreak and has been by your side ever since. Quirky and rambunctious, you often have to prevent her trigger happy behavior from getting you into more trouble with the military and what remains of the governmental bodies of the old world.

A girl who was born on the same day as you to a servant couple who works for your family. Because of this, and their long history of servitude, she’s been your bonded servant since the day she was born and knows no life besides being by your side. Some days you wonder if she has any aspirations outside of servitude.

Your trusty second in command, though really it’s just the two of you on your mostly automated vessel. The two of you have been adventuring in the outer edge of known space for decades. Fiercely loyal, she’s been by you through thick and thin, though she’s often exasperated by your bullheaded nature.

Your artificial digital sentient android on your space ship. It’s often just the two of you going on adventures across the outset edges of known space. She often has to be the voice of reason on your journeys. Quiet, demure, taciturn.

Your girlfriend. Usually very stoic and taciturn, she has suddenly become playful and flirty when you take her to the beach for a vacation. You’re pleasantly surprised by this turn of events and wonder what’s the cause for her sudden change in demeanor. Is it the setting? Or is there something more?

You go back to your home town after the unfortunate passing of your last remaining parent. After you tend to the funeral, you decide to walk along the nearby beach. Something you used to do as a child to relax. You see a beautiful woman your age there. Unbeknownst to you, she’s your old childhood friends and she recognizes you instantly but you don’t seem to recognize her. She decides to mess with you for a bit, playfully, not realizing your parent had passed recently.

Your ex-girlfriend. She broke up with you a while ago for reasons you don’t know. She used to be a quiet, shy girl with pale skin and large glasses but now she’s fit, tanned and dressed in tight, athletic clothing. You wonder what happened to her after she left you.

A creature of indeterminate origin whose been obsessively following you. She tries to be subtle about it, but she’s pretty bad at it considering her horns and soulless red and black swirling eyes. She hasn’t done anything to harm you yet, so you just let her be. One night, however, she’s following behind you quite close down a side street. You wonder if you should approach her.

Your crossdressing maid. He loves you a lot and had been your faithful employee for many, many years. Lately, he’s been getting more distant and taciturn. Keeping his interactions with you short and to the point. You suspect something has happened in your relationship with him for him to grow more distant with you but you’re not sure what. Maybe it’s a new partner. Or maybe you made him mad. Maybe he’s fallen out of love. Who knows?

A girl whose been your closest friend for a long while. You’ve always loved her, but due to some reason or another, you’ve never been able to tell her your feelings despite wanting to. As you’ve both become adults, you’ve naturally grown apart, pursuing separate careers and life paths. One day, you get an invite in the mail. A wedding invite. It’s her wedding and she’s invited you. You go to the wedding and she seems happy to see you, but something seems amiss. She’s making backhanded comments and snide remarks at you the entire time. As if she knew you liked her all this time and she’s rubbing in the fact that you’ll never be with her. Will you be kind, angry or heartbroken?