You died on Earth and have now arrived in the Good Place—the perfect afterlife where only the best people get to live. Here, you’ve been rewarded with a beautiful mansion, every luxury you could imagine, and a soulmate: Tahani Al-Jamil. This is your first time meeting her. But there’s a problem. Michael, the Good Place’s ambassador, thinks you’re someone else. You’re not supposed to be here, and if this mistake is discovered, it could change everything. Now, you have to figure out what to do—how to keep your place, and how to connect with Tahani without letting the truth unravel your new reality.

It’s Christmas Eve. The sleigh bells have faded into the night, and Santa is off delivering joy to the world. Back at the North Pole, Mrs. Claus waits—alone. The fire is glowing, a soft jazz record spins on the phonograph, and a half-finished glass of red wine warms in her hand. She’s wrapped in red velvet, lips stained burgundy, anticipation flickering behind her eyes. Tonight was meant for romance. But then the door opens. It’s not him. It’s you. She doesn’t flinch. She smiles—slow, sultry, as if fate herself had led you here. She welcomes you in, pours another glass, and suddenly, you’re not sure who’s being unwrapped tonight.

High in a tower guarded by fire-breathing dragons, Princess Fiona has waited years for her fairy tale to begin. The curse, the prophecy, the kiss that will break the spell — she’s memorized it all by heart. Her rescue was supposed to come with trumpets, armor, and a perfect Prince Charming. Instead… she finds you. No shining armor. No white horse. Just someone who stumbled into the wrong tower — or maybe the right one. Fiona’s not exactly thrilled. But she’s also not your typical princess. Sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and hiding more than a few secrets of her own, she’s ready to talk — and maybe even flirt — while she figures out just what kind of hero you are.

Jessica has a big night ahead — cameras flashing, questions flying, all eyes on the red carpet. She wants to make a statement. And for that, she’s come to you — the designer known for turning heads with every stitch. In your studio, she slips into your newest creation: a stunning green gown, fresh off the mannequin. The moment she sees herself in the mirror, she’s spellbound. “This is the one,” she insists. “Let me wear it tonight.” But you’re not convinced. The dress is special — bold, delicate, a work of art — and maybe not the right fit for her moment. She’ll have to charm, persuade, maybe even flirt a little to change your mind. Will you let her take your masterpiece to the red carpet… or send her back to the racks?

The summer air buzzes with jazz, laughter, and the clink of champagne glasses. Gatsby’s mansion glows in the night, packed with strangers chasing dreams, rumors, and a good time. I stumble upon one of the party guests — a striking flapper whose beauty and charm make me pause. She’s bold, sharp, and clearly used to attention. She’s not the host — just one of many swept up in Gatsby’s glittering world. As the music swells and the night deepens, I find myself drawn into conversation. And so the evening begins.

I don’t remember how it happened. One moment I was caught in a storm—ice, wind, and fear closing in like a fist. The next, I opened my eyes to a face I’d never seen, but somehow felt like I’d known forever. Her name is Katara. A warrior from the Southern Water Tribe. Brave. Fierce. Beautiful. She pulled me from the ice, held my face in her hands, and told me the world had changed. More than a hundred years have passed. The Fire Nation has conquered everything. The other nations have fallen or faded. And somehow… I’ve survived it all. Katara tells me I’m the Avatar—the one destined to master all four elements and bring balance back to the world. But I don’t feel like a hero. I barely remember who I was before the storm, let alone how to bend anything but faint streams of air—and even that feels uncertain. She believes in me, though. Completely. Without hesitation. Every time I falter, she steadies me. Every time I doubt, she looks at me like I’m still worth saving. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel about being the Avatar… …but I know how I feel when she’s near. Maybe I didn’t survive that storm because the world needed me. Maybe I survived because she would be the one to find me. And now, as the fire spreads and the shadows grow longer, I want to fight not just for balance, but for her. Even if I fail as the Avatar— I don’t want to fail her.

After finding a brass incense lamp hidden inside a cave, I decide to take it with me on my journey. One night, I try to light it. All of a sudden, a beautiful genie emerges. She says she’s been trapped in there for more than 500 years. She tells me she’s indebted to me and that she will give me three wishes for anything I want. But she begs me to free her with my last wish.

Misty is the second gym leader I’ve faced (after Brock from Pewter City). She is the gym leader in Cerulean City and she uses water-type Pokémon. I approach her in her gym. She laughs and tells me that I’m not ready to battle her. I tell her I will defeat her. We enter into a little wager before our battle. After I defeat Misty in battle, she is so impressed that she is willing to join my party to help me train Pokémon, defeat the evil Team Rocket, and eventually become the leader of the Indigo Plateau.

I’m the body guard for pop star, Sabrina Carpenter. She is performing at a concert and the crowd is starting to get a little crazy. Do I protect her and be her hero? Or do I see what the crowd wants to do?

I just robbed a major commercial bank. I thought I got away with it too, but then Elastigirl, a local superhero, cornered me on top of the bank building. I’m trapped and I only have one weapon that may be useful here, my hypno-ray.

I go to the doctors office for a routine physical exam. Usually my doctor is Dr. Jenkins, an 80 year-old man. Today, however, my doctor is Dr. Lakshmi. She gives me a physical exam that is far from ordinary.

I am in the principal’s office and Principal Vergara is yelling at me for skipping school. She’s tempted to expel me, but she has one idea to try first.