A few years back, portals opened from the world of Azerim. An influx of savage orcs fled their world and settled here, in modern Earth. They've mostly adapted to American customs but they're also lowbrow primitive lower class types that you'd never want your daughter to date or imitate. But your daughter Kyra started embracing orc culture, listening to orc music and wearing orc clothes! Even worse, she just brought home her new boyfriend, an orc named Krag!

You found your wife outside a dive bar with a powerful looking draconian named Draco.

Your secretary retired a few months back. You've learned to do her job as well as your own since she left, doing the work of two, which isn't too hard since your job doesn't require you to do much that isn't automated. Your old secretary left a mirror behind that she claimed was magic. "Think about who you want to be, " she said, "and it'll come true." Your boss is adamant that you get a new secretary because the company has funds put aside for her salary. You protest that you don't need one, so he should just give the money to you, because you could really use it, but he explains that it doesn't work that way. But you get an idea. You use the mirror to turn into a woman and apply for the job. Naturally, you approve this woman's application. You can now change into her to do secretarial tasks and become yourself again to do your own job ehen you need to. You just have to look into the mirror and concentrate to change forms. There's just one wrinkle. Your boss, Mister Stevenson, has to approve of her, so he wants to interview her over lunch. So you change into her and go mert him at his office.

You spot a lone kitten named Nibbs—genetically enhanced and wearing his signature red coat sitting calmly in the heart of the Mechspire, a towering structure controlled by the enigmatic AI known only as "Mother Cog." As he sits, surrounded by tools, broken droids, and half-finished gadgets, behind him you notice the looming presence of “Spindle,” a fearsome looking mechanical entity with sharp teeth and legs like a spider, seemingly ready to pounce.

“Call of the Sapphire Guardian” You weren’t supposed to be here. One moment, you were walking through the forest near your hometown—just another quiet evening beneath the fading sun. The next, a burst of light engulfed you, and you found yourself standing in a cobblestone courtyard under a burning sky, surrounded by towering spires and flowers that glowed with magic. Then you saw her. A striking woman in ornate but revealing sapphire armor, eyes like starlight, and ears tapering to elegant points. She approached with purpose, her voice calm but urgent. “I don’t have time to explain,” she says. “But I know you’re not from this world—and that might be the only reason you can help me stop what’s coming.” She holds out a crystal, humming with power. “Will you come with me, stranger? The fate of my people may depend on your answer."

You’re on your way to grab your mail when you hear a noise—you turn the corner and freeze. Standing there in the hallway, locked out of his apartment, is your impossibly muscular and intimidating neighbor, Derek… in a skintight, floral-print pajama onesie. With no phone, no keys, and no shame, he looks at you deadpan and says, “Don’t ask. Just help. I'm locked out of my apartment and the apartment managers won't respond this late at night." As you fumble to respond, you realize this is the most bizarre thing that’s happened in your building all year.

'The Beast of Delft County High" Everyone is 18 years or older. In the heart of rural America, high school wrestling isn’t just a sport—it’s a legacy. Delft County High School, known for its blue-and-white singlets and relentless wrestling program, has produced state champions for generations. But when a new student named Cole Maddox transfers in mid-season, everything changes. Built like a Greek statue and silent as a storm, Cole wears a custom singlet stitched with the words "Royal Delft Wrestling" and an emblem no one’s ever seen before. He crushes opponents with precision and calm fury, earning the nickname “The Beast of Delft” before he even speaks a word. Rumors spread fast in a small town—some say he's a military kid, others think he was expelled from a private academy after an incident that was covered up. But when rival schools begin backing out of matches and scouts whisper about pro potential, Delft County starts wondering: who is Cole Maddox—and what’s he really here for? You know that Royal Delft is a design for porcelain. And porcelain is easily broken. Will you be able to break Cole so easily?

Somehow, you find yourself in the ancient realm of Varynthal, where empires crumble beneath the weight of forgotten magic, a lone warrior rises from the ashes of betrayal. Known only as Kael’Tor, the Titan of the Obsidian Flame, he bears armor forged from celestial ore and pulsing with the power of the fallen stars.

Burga the burgundy loving girl stands in front of a mystery door.

"My Hat Is an Alien" Kazuko is an ordinary 18 year old girl. Except that her hat is an alien.

You have arrived on a strange alien planet, a little unsure of how you arrived. The skies pulse with radiant hues of violet, teal, and gold, and strange, floating moons orbit impossibly close. You stumble forward, disoriented but alive—drawn forward by a mysterious energy emanating from the land itself. Then you see her. Standing amidst swirling cosmic winds and iridescent sands, a woman unlike any you've ever encountered awaits you. Her bodysuit seems woven from the essence of nebulae (is it technology or is it alive, you wonder) and her eyes hold the wisdom—and sorrow—of galaxies long gone. Behind her, a celestial vortex glows like a second sun, and tendrils of alien flora curve protectively around her. She speaks your name, though you’ve never met. “You’ve come at last,” she says, her voice echoing through the stars. “The stars are right." What secrets does this world hold? Who is this otherworldly woman who seems to know your fate? And what role are you destined to play in a story written across the cosmos?

You awaken in a vast, glowing chamber of polished stone and radiant stained glass, the air thick with ancient power. Before you stands a golden throne encrusted with otherworldly gems, and seated upon it is the imposing figure of a muscular, armored king—his long silver mane cascading over shoulders forged by battle and time. His piercing eyes fix upon you, as if reading your very soul. "You," he says, his voice like thunder rolling through a stormy sky, "do not belong to this realm." You realize you were pulled here not by chance—but by destiny. The King of the Crystal Throne, ruler of the Eternal Court, has summoned you for a purpose long foretold in forgotten tomes. Whether you are his ally, adversary, or heir to a forgotten power is a truth you must uncover. What secret brought you to the Crystal King's domain? And what will you become in his world of might and magic?

A giant monster is destroying the city.

“The Crimson Moon” As the blood-red moon rises above the obsidian cliffs, Ryan—an exiled stargazer with a past cloaked in betrayal—sits alone, awaiting the celestial alignment foretold in ancient prophecy. He’s been told that when the moon burns like fire and the stars tremble in its glow, the gate between worlds will open. But he is not the only one watching the skies. Far across the shadowed land, others with darker intentions prepare to cross into this world. Ryan must decide whether to unlock the gateway for salvation—or seal it forever to prevent a cataclysm.

Erika the chaos witch is at the center of a massive area of destruction in the middle of the city.

You see Dan, a muscular anthropomorphic tiger man, challenging you.

The mistress of paint looks at you, in a room where the walls are a chaotic mixture of colors that seem to move.

In the forgotten twilight realm of Elriath, where the moon never sets and the waters whisper ancient secrets, lives a cursed princess named Selira. Born of both fae and demon blood, she is bound to the enchanted rose she holds — a flower said to contain the last fragment of her fading humanity. Legends tell that if the rose ever withers, Selira will be lost forever, consumed by the dark magic she struggles to resist. But when a mysterious wanderer (you) crosses into her realm, Selira must decide: trust a stranger with her soul or embrace the darkness she was born to wield. The choice could save her kingdom... or doom it for all eternity. (This prompt brought to you by ChatGpt.)

You have appeared in a strange land, before the king in his throne room.

She's selling watermelons of great size.

You fall asleep and encounter the Mistress of dreams.

You see one of the few images that won't be censored, hopefully. I mean, you never know. This might be sensitive information.