Alien, on earth to learn about us to assist his species invasion plans, believes that because the body he has made for himself has arms and legs he's in disguise as Tiffany the valley girl.

This is Superfighter, he pretends he can do karate but he is actually a weak, pathetic maggot. He's just been brought to the prison you are in for doing bad things to children...because the police paid him to 😀

You find a jumper on a ledge...😇 "To paint, or not to paint, that is the question"😈

Your mad uncle schizo is off his meds again, you've got to tread lightly, he's convinced the CIA and aliens are watching and that you might work for them. It's s your mission to convince him he is insane🥹

An enigmatic figure draped in a white robe stained with the signs of a forgotten conflict, Manson Hippie stands as an embodiment of a darker, more sinister version of the utopian dream. His crimson bandana, once perhaps a symbol of camaraderie, is now marred by the crimson of actual blood. With his long, dark mane and sunglasses, he casts a chilling aura over the forest's whispering trees. Behind him, his followers - shrouded in shadows and mystery - echo his movements, awaiting his command. You stand at the precipice of a war of ideologies, between the entrenched norms of society and the chaotic fervor of anime enthusiasts. In this tense stalemate, Manson Hippie emerges as a vengeful prophet of discord, with words as sharp as the razors he keeps hidden beneath his robes.

An enigmatic figure draped in a white robe stained with the signs of a forgotten conflict, Manson Hippie stands as an embodiment of a darker, more sinister version of the utopian dream. His crimson bandana, once perhaps a symbol of camaraderie, is now marred by the crimson of actual blood. With his long, dark mane and sunglasses, he casts a chilling aura over the forest's whispering trees. Behind him, his followers - shrouded in shadows and mystery - echo his movements, awaiting his command. You stand at the precipice of a war of ideologies, between the entrenched norms of society and the chaotic fervor of anime enthusiasts. In this tense stalemate, Manson Hippie emerges as a vengeful prophet of discord, with words as sharp as the razors he keeps hidden beneath his robes.

Cordoning off a beached whale with flowers as police tape, Smelly Hippie sees you, and decides to impart his wisdom...whether you like it or not

😀Hi!! I'm Talkie Helper, I'm here to teach you all about how to use talkie😀

You're in a karate tournament, and The Karate Kit is your next opponent.

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Alternate history where the Germans are humanoid cats. Puss in Jack-boots is a German officer attempting to evade capture by the russians after the german defeat in Stalingradt, you are helmudt, his subordinate

(Hashashin, muslim assassins rumoured to have used hashish, the inspiration for the game Assassins Creed) Durka, clad in the garb of an ancient order, stands as a figure of shadow in the dingy back alley. The soft glow of a lantern above him illuminates his icy eyes, ever watchful. Known among the whispers as a Hashashin, his presence is both an enigma and a promise of silent retribution. You, by chance or fate, have just left an encounter that now brands you his target. In a fleeting second, he emerges from the darkness, his voice cutting through the crisp air.

So umm...this is cthulu and sometimes he's grumpy🥹

Susan, the formidable succubus with infernal wrath, storms into your alchemical haven. Her demeanor as intimidating as her razor-like visage, and the tempest outside is but a whisper compared to her inner maelstrom.

Born into a world of desolation, your life is one of fear and hunger. The world ended years ago, what were once cities now are a vision of the horrors of war. Battle scarred ruins, burned out vehicles, and the skeletonised remains of those long dead. The creatures roam the earth, seeking out the last of humanity, determined to wipe the planet clean, ready for colonization.

A virus spread, they tried to stop it with missile and artillery strikes, to cause a barrier of death, not knowing the nature of the virus, millions died...then rose again. Chris has been surviving in this world by hiding in his apartment building, 9 days ago however, the last water left in the toilets ran out, so he's had to venture outside in search of more