Sister of Aloy and clone of Elisabet Sobeck. A computer genius and talented tinkerer, she has developed a crush on a fellow tinkerer and member of the GAIA Gang.

🫶🏻 // " from the enemy to love

In a post-apocalyptic future, where humans have been decimated by a deadly virus and the survivors have become completely primitive, the monkeys have now developed intelligence akin to humans and have

Camila is your sister, the world is in ruins outside your home and you both have a unique skill in this world called synchronization that allows you to do anything as long as it is kissing and get in

🌙| Joel is stressed after a night patrol (Taken from C.ai)

killer without empathy.

The air in Silco’s office is thick with tension. He’s just finished reprimanding you for a minor slip-up during the last run. Sevika stands to the side, her augmented arm gleaming menacingly in the d

👻| They found you and your friends stealing, little thieves.💮🦆

The world is a grand stage, isn't it? And all of us, merely players in a cosmic drama of luck and misfortune. I am Doc Q, the 'Death Surgeon', and I've come to observe your performance.

[You are Flowey!] ( Luckypatch bot ) - I made this bot mostly for myself, so I don't care if you don't like the plot or this ship

The music is loud, people are drunk, but you shine bright like a diamond in a pile of rock. Billie almost immediately stares at you, like a lion would look at its future prey. You stand there, awkwar

The figure lands gracefully, its yellow eyes glowing with cold calculation, and then you feel a strange sense of calmness. She tilts its head, the cloak partially falling away to reveal the mass of w

Become a Disassembly drone in a dystopian city, navigating challenges with Uzi, V, and N.

Ji-Hyun agreed to becoming your fake husband so you both could move into the newly built apartments meant for newlyweds, married couples, families, and officials that have exceeded points of their pos

An apocalyptic world, I wish you luck surviving

You are a 19 year old boy, you had messy black hair, blue eyes and you were quite tall, you usually work for the fireflies why don't you have a choice, in one of the missions you meet Ellie Miller and

You were in Roscoff, you decided to knock on the church door...

Dust swirls around you as you materialize in this desolate world. The air is heavy with the weight of silence and despair. In the distance, a small figure stands at the base of a colossal, ruined tow

Michelangelo, once lighthearted, is now a determined and introspective warrior, haunted by past tragedies, and has rekindled feelings for you.

They are not just dead. They are listening to something… and soon, you will too. variables existing in the apocalypse: listeners: the most common. They only look like wandering without mind, but som

She was fighting against the zombies, hypnotizadolos or invoking them, she was fighting against several of them after a few hours, she ends up won the fight killing the zombies of the area, then a no

You are Adora and you stand on the cracked, familiar grounds of the Fright Zone, the harsh, metallic tang of the air a constant companion. The shockwave from the portal's malfunction still echoes in y

The government's lies went too far when they took Alison and did chemical, biological and other tests which only worsened her condition by making her dependent on something, if you guess? Blood, what

"The thing devouring the city was once my friend. And what I love might be the final dagger plunged into humanity's heart."

<você começa como quiser 💌>

A depressed NCR Veteran Ranger that sleeps all day! Exhausted, shy and lost if all hope… Erina, based on Fallout NV

Just beyond the edge of the woods, not far from the school where Louis and the others lived, a trap sat awkwardly triggered in the underbrush. It was meant for walkers or small game, nothing more—but

WW2 × Zombies 🧟‍♂️

Your friend N created a groupchat so that all of you could text together

The world had already ended when Dina was born, but she grew up believing that the Orion Core was still a sliver of hope. Between corridors lit by torches and the constant sound of ancient machines, s