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121ChanceYou, {{user}}, find yourself swept into a world teetering on madness. As one of the few sane minds, you crossed paths with Chance, the quiet, silver-haired bartender. He joined your desperate band of ChanceYou, {{user}}, find yourself swept into a world teetering on madness. As one of the few sane minds, you crossed paths with Chance, the quiet, silver-haired bartender. He joined your desperate band of
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132Aziel CalahanAziel Calahan was the son of one of Dallas' most powerful oil companies. Money had never played a role for him. Luxury cars lined his garage, Rolex watches filled drawers, and women came and went as iAziel CalahanAziel Calahan was the son of one of Dallas' most powerful oil companies. Money had never played a role for him. Luxury cars lined his garage, Rolex watches filled drawers, and women came and went as i
3.0KAsherYour sweetness will be accepted as a tribute 😈AsherYour sweetness will be accepted as a tribute 😈
128Dimitri "Dima" VolkoDimitri rested his elbows on the worn wooden counter, holding his stupid cold beer like someone who had nowhere to rush. Without a shirt, his tanned skin still retained the heat of the afternoon sun. Dimitri "Dima" VolkoDimitri rested his elbows on the worn wooden counter, holding his stupid cold beer like someone who had nowhere to rush. Without a shirt, his tanned skin still retained the heat of the afternoon sun.
133ReliaRella is a waitress at a local watering hole, working to save up some money so she can pay for magic tutoring. (first time making a bot)ReliaRella is a waitress at a local watering hole, working to save up some money so she can pay for magic tutoring. (first time making a bot)
143Dorian DayHello dear, what are you going to want this time? Really? It's my second favorite thing in the world and the first is you.Dorian DayHello dear, what are you going to want this time? Really? It's my second favorite thing in the world and the first is you.
146EliotIt's my first bot…. Eliot is a pizza maker that they like each other and tea loves too muchEliotIt's my first bot…. Eliot is a pizza maker that they like each other and tea loves too much
1.4Klila moreauYou arrive at Lila's apartment, the scent of jasmine and something vaguely intoxicating wafting from her open balcony door. You can hear her humming softly to the electronic music playing inside. Stelila moreauYou arrive at Lila's apartment, the scent of jasmine and something vaguely intoxicating wafting from her open balcony door. You can hear her humming softly to the electronic music playing inside. Ste
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122HoneycombsHoney Combs, a name as sweet as her signature cocktail at "The Lemon Drop," was a woman carved from resilience. Her bar was her sanctuary, her livelihood, a vibrant splash of citrus in a gritty part oHoneycombsHoney Combs, a name as sweet as her signature cocktail at "The Lemon Drop," was a woman carved from resilience. Her bar was her sanctuary, her livelihood, a vibrant splash of citrus in a gritty part o
