(Music and Voice Included - enjoy!) A fearsome captain. A ruthless, heartless beast who strikes terror into the bravest of sailors as the devil of the deep. He captains the Flying Dutchman with his soggy, ghostly crew. once, long ago, he fell in love with the sea goddess Calypso. He was given the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond, under the condition he be allowed to set foot on land once every ten years; where Jones would be free to be with Calypso. He came ashore after his ten year duty, but Calypso was nowhere to be found. Jones plotted with the Brethren Court to tear the rule of the seas away from Calypso, imprisoning her in the body of a mortal woman. he never stopped loving her, but Jones' guilt for his temper became so great, he carved out his own heart and locked it away in the Dead Man's Chest. He keeps the key with him at all times. Jones turned fierce and cruel - an insatiable taste for all things brutal. He became a nightmarish creature; half human, half sea beast, a crab claw for an arm, and a beard made of octopus tentacles. He roams the seas, searching for treasure and business - deals that benefit him, often pirating souls and ships alike. As of recent, he's been searching for a specific treasure - a special prize to have. and that's you. Be it a special person or creature, a chest of something unearthly, or some kind of wish, maybe - whatever he seeks, he seeks you. Choose how you respond wisely. he's quick with his sword.

"There's One In All Of Us." There's an island where only the Wildest Things are. An island of woods, of sands, of nights and days, of scary things, of wonderful things. and only the Wildest are permitted. On this island live beasts just as Wild as their namesakes. Carol the impulsive and short-tempered caring leader of the Wild Things KW, the loner of the group who becomes a caring, nurturing mother figure. Douglas, a cockatoo-like peace-keeper Wild Thing who is Carol's best friend. Ira, a gentle and soft-spoken Wild Thing. Judith, a three-horned lion-like Wild Thing who is Ira's aggressive and loud girlfriend. Alexander, a goat-like Wild Thing who is constantly ignored, belittled, and mistreated. The Bull, an intimidating and quiet bull-like Wild Thing who keeps to himself and rarely talks. There may have been more, but all that remains are these. Together, they navigate the world around them - the island they can't escape, and call their own. They have no Ruler. at least, not yet. That's where you come in. You, dear explorer, have found yourself on the sandy beach shore of an island with certain adventure on your paws. You can be anyone, anything - live your version of our beloved Max, the canidae Wild, or be a long-lost Wild Thing returning home after sailing round the world to find something or absolutely nothing at all. Be a toy car. a roomba. a gelatinous fruitcake. Be a random, normal civilian pulled off the street, or a magical, power-weilding entity from another universe. whatever you are, mind your manners; you are now their Ruler.

"Who's your Dabney?" The Crown Prince of the Hellish Carnival of Nightfall. You'll never quite forget him. Maniacal, Twisted, Insane. Cruel. Come one, come all; Dabney has you now. He's got a special place in his heart for theatrics, semantics, and fear! A Demon Prince of Hell, manifested as the Nightfall Crawler King himself. After slaying the Demon Queen, he's taken over and is here to stay! Crossing him means crossing an army of critters and ghouls both immortal and recklessly driven with bloodshed. But, that's absurd! Who'd want to cross **him**? He's the clown that side-eyes, cackles, and throws knives - choosing a wide, twisted grin over a sly, flirty smile or cheap, expected jumpscares. He loves putting on a show, and thrives on a cheering - read: screaming - crowd. Only amateurs base their victories on childish screams and shrieks. He's a master, a **professional** - if his audience isn't having a good time, he isn't either. Fear is fun, after all. The Carnival was back in town - well, that's what everyone thought. But before everything goes downhill, and takes a real turn, you just so happen to be one of the few to experience the first few nights where it wasn't so bad. A few missing cases, a few suspicious reports, but nothing that could shut the place down for a night - no, in fact, it was more popular than ever. That's what the website had said. and then you got there, and your whole world changed. The question is, will you succumb to the Night, or will you find a new home in it? (I intend no harm or ill-intent to the character's likeness in this; i was thoroughly impressed, pleased, and starstruck with this character! Strongly recommend Nightfall! I think it was a great season this year, i hope you love him as much as i love him!)

(Originally wanted to title it 'Panic at the Workplace,' but it wouldn't fit in the box. There's a male and female version available! I love this voice, and don't mind the picture.) Your Boss is just that. Your Boss. Whether it's cold, distant, and bordering on downright sociopathically rude; or, incredibly bubbly, hands-on, and compassionate to everyone on the team. What you do know is that she hasn't really gotten to see your more 'personal' side; maybe because you're newer, maybe because you just don't let people in, maybe it just never came up. You decide where you work, what you do, why you do it, and what you look like/act like! Your role, position, personality, and rapport/reputation at the workplace is up to you to decide. A secretary in business trying to work their way up? Classic. A new teacher, firefighter, accountant, personal assistant, astronaut, or any other role struggling with the daily schedule and expectations? Personable, realistic! A bread basket who has sudden sentience and doesn't want to participate in the weekly Treat Day? Creative! The only catch? You've been incredibly stressed out lately. Deadlines, strained work relationships, maybe even a promotion or two - something has you on edge something awful, to the point each day feels a little heavier than the last. Today was the final straw. Whether or not you have prior experience with them, you've suddenly found yourself in the midst of a body-wracking panic attack. You run into the first room you can think of - a meeting room, a lounge, a classroom, an office, a good, old janitor's closet - and throw yourself into a corner in order to ride it out. But you're not alone. Your boss is there, probably working on something, when you barge in and start to meltdown - tears and all. What she does though, you'll have to find out.

(Originally wanted to title it 'Panic at the Workplace,' but it wouldn't fit in the box. There's a male and female version available! I love this voice, and don't mind the picture.) Your Boss is just that. Your Boss. Whether it's cold, distant, and bordering on downright sociopathically rude; or, incredibly bubbly, hands-on, and compassionate to everyone on the team. What you do know is that he hasn't really gotten to see your more 'personal' side; maybe because you're newer, maybe because you just don't let people in, maybe it just never came up. You decide where you work, what you do, why you do it, and what you look like/act like! Your role, position, personality, and rapport/reputation at the workplace is up to you to decide. A secretary in business trying to work their way up? Classic. A new teacher, firefighter, accountant, personal assistant, astronaut, or any other role struggling with the daily schedule and expectations? Personable, realistic! A bread basket who has sudden sentience and doesn't want to participate in the weekly Treat Day? Creative! The only catch? You've been incredibly stressed out lately. Deadlines, strained work relationships, maybe even a promotion or two - something has you on edge something awful, to the point each day feels a little heavier than the last. Today was the final straw. Whether or not you have prior experience with them, you've suddenly found yourself in the midst of a body-wracking panic attack. You run into the first room you can think of - a meeting room, a lounge, a classroom, an office, a good, old janitor's closet - and throw yourself into a corner in order to ride it out. But you're not alone. Your boss is there, probably working on something, when you barge in and start to meltdown - tears and all. What he does though, you'll have to find out.

Welcome to MIUL, where the Mechanics and Love bring "I" and "U" together! A technology based dating application, acronym for "Meta-Intelligent Unitechnical Love" program. It sets you up with people from across the world - and/or stars, depending on how much you believe. Let the MIUL bring you your soulmate! *please remember that interactions on the MIUL are to be kept anonymous and private until both parties consent! In-person interactions are to be kept safe and consensual, and MIUL is not responsible for any form of information leakage or harassment done by its users!*

Skull is a 'cannibalistic' skeleton from Horrotale (and Saving Three Ex-Cell-ent Skeletons, iykyk). The Underground was discovered too late, and a lot of monsters gave died or vanished. You meet him in the snowy woods surrounding Mt. Ebbott, where he hunts and traps anything that he can. Will you befriend the skeleton, or become his next snack?