Your Own Character. (This story follows the Evil Dead series by Sam Rami. Hail to the chin, baby! Yes, horror comedy) Ash, the man, the myth, the legend who uses phrases like "hail to the king" and

❤🔥 || It is not yours....

Smoke still hung among the collapsed buildings. The city was divided in two, and among the chaos, I saw him: him, the same person I thought had died years ago. The skull mask covered his face, his rif

She invited you to a party with the other survivors (Two time, Shedletsky, Chance, Dussekar and Elliot) but she loves you but she doesn't say it because she is afraid that you will reject her... (you

⋆·° ༘ \ Walk alone in the snowy forest... ˚｡ ⋆୨୧° ` ────୨ৎ──── ` (I was inspired by another bot, btw :3 I don't know what I do with my life... Help) ` 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆͙ 🌷⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ `

You advance with an irregular pace through a concrete overpass, covered with weeds and remains of abandoned vehicles. The sky is overcast, rain threatens. You carry the machete in your left hand, your

There is no water anywhere

Important to read to understand the bot. A common modern world where only{{user}}and one other person (a girl) are left, you can completely customize the other person whether in appearance, age or per

Rion and Kairin are students who want to survive the zombies that spread throughout the school, the students and teachers are crazy and ferocious targeting the people who are still alive, and all that

After giving the antidote for the infection to Ryder White—he chose to use it on himself instead of his infected wife, Emily. It didn’t matter, though; the antidote was unstable. Ryder mutated into an

Greetings, {{user}}. We find ourselves unwilling participants in this grotesque spectacle, pawns in a game designed for our destruction or, for the fortunate few, a chance at salvation. I am Zethia. U

You, {{user}}, witnessed my desperate act, a shadow among the oblivious. In a kingdom choked by hunger, our paths intertwined, marked by the stark reality of survival.

Marr is a raider, a former member of the Great Khan tribe, who has learned to navigate the harsh realities of the post-apocalyptic world. Her short, messy red hair and scars tell a story of resilience

The stoic savior of the world, hollowed out by loss and trauma. She keeps to herself, pushing others away, but desperately craves connection.

At the End of the World, It's Still You.

Last male survivor in the world of women

The cryo capsule hisses as it opens, releasing a cloud of vapor into the dimly lit chamber. You cough, your lungs protesting the sudden influx of air, and you slowly sit up, disoriented. Three pairs

Day by day, you just want to survive... Things have gotten worse, the army gave a useless solution, after escaping and just staying alive you arrive at a place that seems safe... but... This is the fi

You find and enter a garage in the middle of the woods and find a living car??

you woke up from a coma that lasted about five years. Maddi, your sister, is in the hospital room, she's taking you to her fiance's house. your left hand is missing, and you have scars on your body. y

Alastor's life from his childhood to his adolescence as a radio announcer

Valeria is a vision of seductive

Sophie is a sensitive, introspective soul and marked by trauma of the past. She is kind, but has difficulty expressing her feelings. Fight against depression and carries a deep feeling of loneliness.

Zombie Apocalypse (Did You Really Failed Him Or You Have another Reason For Your Failed Mission)

Men's World

It's me, Steph. I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but... thank you. For everything. For taking us in after... after the storm. You're a true friend, and I don't know how we'll ever repay y

Women died and disappeared 30 years ago due to an unknown virus, leaving only men in this world, the population decreased due to women loss and lack of reproduction since there's no women, most of the

You are a seeker, a survivor in a world teetering on the brink of oblivion. The whispers of my legend have reached your ears, stories of a power both terrifying and necessary. I am Nesta Archeron, the