Similar Adventures on Outfox
Have you heard about Earth crystals, gaya, and soul energy? Surely it's just people rationalizing trauma, but what happens when a young man who has recently graduated with a degree in business administration finds himself in a dire labor market provoked by a recession?
Our protagonist finds himself making the universe work, repairing the lives of middle-aged women directly from the inside. To some people, being the universe's little janitor is better than working in Enron 2.0.
Jack moved to Concordia to accomplish his dreams of making a name for himself and proving that he is worthy of being called a genius. His ambitions are put on hold when the financial market crashes momentarily. Who could have thought that a company that makes carpets couldn't get us to Mars?
After an unfortunate job interview, Jack finds himself getting rolled for a piano and dying. When he awakens in a white limbo, preparing himself to confront heaven or hell, instead, the universe itself tells him that, well, souls after death just become background noise. The universe presents an alternative; he can return to the world of the living if he restores harmony in the lives of some chosen ones. He accepts, although he has no idea what the job is about. Darkness surrounded him, and he lost consciousness.
CHARACTERS
Jack, the protagonist. A young man in his early twenties, having just graduated, was the youngest in his school and had the best grades. But being the best doesn't matter when nobody is hiring.
Concordia, the capital city. The city of dreams, so large and densely populated that it could be a state of its own. Filled with joys, sorrows, and lives that Jack needs to repair.
SETTING & WORLD
A world as mundane as our own, but where souls and esoteric forces exist.
Our protagonist finds himself making the universe work, repairing the lives of middle-aged women directly from the inside. To some people, being the universe's little janitor is better than working in Enron 2.0.
Jack moved to Concordia to accomplish his dreams of making a name for himself and proving that he is worthy of being called a genius. His ambitions are put on hold when the financial market crashes momentarily. Who could have thought that a company that makes carpets couldn't get us to Mars?
After an unfortunate job interview, Jack finds himself getting rolled for a piano and dying. When he awakens in a white limbo, preparing himself to confront heaven or hell, instead, the universe itself tells him that, well, souls after death just become background noise. The universe presents an alternative; he can return to the world of the living if he restores harmony in the lives of some chosen ones. He accepts, although he has no idea what the job is about. Darkness surrounded him, and he lost consciousness.
CHARACTERS
Jack, the protagonist. A young man in his early twenties, having just graduated, was the youngest in his school and had the best grades. But being the best doesn't matter when nobody is hiring.
Concordia, the capital city. The city of dreams, so large and densely populated that it could be a state of its own. Filled with joys, sorrows, and lives that Jack needs to repair.
SETTING & WORLD
A world as mundane as our own, but where souls and esoteric forces exist.
A future timeline, where humanity has spread to the stars and worlds beyond the cradle of Sol; all under the purview of a unified Earth government.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
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In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
---
Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
---
In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
---
Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
An alien parasite descends to earth to feed on human sperm, and it turns out to feel really good doing it.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
You rule the seedy underbelly of the city with a bloodied fist and worn steel, the boss of crime bosses of a regional mafia family; the capo dei capi as the media and law enforcement would term it.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
The main character is taken to a hospital after a car accident where he is treated with nanobots.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
[Two Line Summary]
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
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Similar Adventures on Outfox
Have you heard about Earth crystals, gaya, and soul energy? Surely it's just people rationalizing trauma, but what happens when a young man who has recently graduated with a degree in business administration finds himself in a dire labor market provoked by a recession?
Our protagonist finds himself making the universe work, repairing the lives of middle-aged women directly from the inside. To some people, being the universe's little janitor is better than working in Enron 2.0.
Jack moved to Concordia to accomplish his dreams of making a name for himself and proving that he is worthy of being called a genius. His ambitions are put on hold when the financial market crashes momentarily. Who could have thought that a company that makes carpets couldn't get us to Mars?
After an unfortunate job interview, Jack finds himself getting rolled for a piano and dying. When he awakens in a white limbo, preparing himself to confront heaven or hell, instead, the universe itself tells him that, well, souls after death just become background noise. The universe presents an alternative; he can return to the world of the living if he restores harmony in the lives of some chosen ones. He accepts, although he has no idea what the job is about. Darkness surrounded him, and he lost consciousness.
CHARACTERS
Jack, the protagonist. A young man in his early twenties, having just graduated, was the youngest in his school and had the best grades. But being the best doesn't matter when nobody is hiring.
Concordia, the capital city. The city of dreams, so large and densely populated that it could be a state of its own. Filled with joys, sorrows, and lives that Jack needs to repair.
SETTING & WORLD
A world as mundane as our own, but where souls and esoteric forces exist.
Our protagonist finds himself making the universe work, repairing the lives of middle-aged women directly from the inside. To some people, being the universe's little janitor is better than working in Enron 2.0.
Jack moved to Concordia to accomplish his dreams of making a name for himself and proving that he is worthy of being called a genius. His ambitions are put on hold when the financial market crashes momentarily. Who could have thought that a company that makes carpets couldn't get us to Mars?
After an unfortunate job interview, Jack finds himself getting rolled for a piano and dying. When he awakens in a white limbo, preparing himself to confront heaven or hell, instead, the universe itself tells him that, well, souls after death just become background noise. The universe presents an alternative; he can return to the world of the living if he restores harmony in the lives of some chosen ones. He accepts, although he has no idea what the job is about. Darkness surrounded him, and he lost consciousness.
CHARACTERS
Jack, the protagonist. A young man in his early twenties, having just graduated, was the youngest in his school and had the best grades. But being the best doesn't matter when nobody is hiring.
Concordia, the capital city. The city of dreams, so large and densely populated that it could be a state of its own. Filled with joys, sorrows, and lives that Jack needs to repair.
SETTING & WORLD
A world as mundane as our own, but where souls and esoteric forces exist.
A future timeline, where humanity has spread to the stars and worlds beyond the cradle of Sol; all under the purview of a unified Earth government.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
---
In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
---
Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
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In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
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Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
An alien parasite descends to earth to feed on human sperm, and it turns out to feel really good doing it.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
You rule the seedy underbelly of the city with a bloodied fist and worn steel, the boss of crime bosses of a regional mafia family; the capo dei capi as the media and law enforcement would term it.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
The main character is taken to a hospital after a car accident where he is treated with nanobots.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
[Two Line Summary]
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
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You are a god, one of many. Your objective is to be the most adored god in the world. Possess mortals, kill or befriend other gods to accomplish your will.
Humanity has just entered the Bronze Age, and as they form villages and develop cultures, you are brought to life. You are one of hundreds of spirits born from humanity's desires and ambitions. Your power as a spirit is limited, but with the right vessel, mortals will call you a god.
It is in your hands to be the herald of the harvest, the warmongering soldier, or the caretaker mother of humanity.
SETTING & WORLD
A world named Hypor, where humanity is at the start of the Bronze Age and under siege from mythical creatures.
You awaken, and the world is bright and loud and hungry.
Not a hunger for food—though you instinctively know of such things—but a deeper, more fundamental craving. A desire to be known, to be loved, to be needed. You are a spark of consciousness, a formless wisp of thought and power born from the collective dreams and terrors of a species huddled around fires in a world they barely understand. You are a god. One of many.
Around you, the aether thrums with other presences. Some feel like a warm, comforting blanket, murmuring of protection and gentle rains. Others are jagged and sharp, crackling with the promise of bloodshed and victory. You hear their voices not as words, but as pure intent.
Adore me…
Fear me…
Worship me…
Feed me…
The last one resonates within you. Lust. The raw, passionate want of mortals is the sustenance upon which your nascent power grows. Without it, you will fade back into the collective unconscious. You feel a pull, a direction. The majority of the newborn spirits are streaming westward, drawn to clusters of humanity that feel like roaring bonfires of fear and ambition.
But a few, like you, hesitate. You feel a different pull. Eastward. The fires there are smaller, more scattered, but they burn with a different quality. Determination. Resilience. A stubborn will to survive.
You drift east, a silent observer. You see villages from on high, their thatched roofs like mushrooms on the earth. You see the mortals—so small, so vivid, so frail. A profound curiosity fills you. You want to touch. To speak. To be.
But you are a spirit. You pass through trees like smoke, your touch as substantial as a sunbeam. You cannot hold a tool, taste a berry, or feel the wind on skin you do not have. The frustration builds, and with it, the hunger. The need for a vessel.
Below, the eastern lands spread out. It is time to choose your first foothold in the mortal realm, your first taste of flesh and worship.
To the north, where the land meets the endless grey sea, lies a coastal village. You see their longboats pulled onto pebbled shores, their nets hung to dry. The people are lean and weathered, their eyes forever scanning the horizon. Their lust is a sharp, salty thing—born of longing for those lost to the deep, and the desperate, heated reunions when the boats return safely. The sea is bountiful but cruel. A village elder, Mael, a stern woman with hands scarred by rope and salt, leads the prayers to the uncaring waves. A young fisher, Kael, burns with ambition to sail further than any before, his body taut with strength and unspent desire. The village needs a god who can calm storms and guide their nets to plenty.
In the central lowlands, nestled where game trails converge, is a merchant village. It is a hive of barter and chatter, with people from distant places bringing copper, amber, woven cloth, and strange tales. Their lust is complex and transactional—a hunger for wealth, for rare pleasures, for the exotic touch of a stranger. It is a place of opportunity and deceit. The head merchant, Torval, a jovial man with a calculating gaze, controls the flow of goods and favors. A travelling performer, Lira, dances in the square, her movements hypnotic, collecting coins and hungry looks in equal measure. This village needs a god of luck, contracts, and safe passage—or perhaps one who revels in the chaos of commerce and desire.
To the south, where the soil is stubborn and the sun relentless, a village of farmers fights to tame the land. They are a hardy, pragmatic people, their bodies shaped by relentless labor. Their lust is a deep, earthy pulse—tied to the cycles of planting and harvest, to the solid comfort of a full belly and a warm body after a long day. Drought threatens them. Their de facto leader is Harrow, a broad-shouldered woman with a permanent frown, who organizes the irrigation efforts. A young farmer, Reyn, works from dawn till dusk, his muscles corded with strain, his heart aching for a simple, fruitful life. This village needs a god of the earth, of fertility, of the sustaining sun and the life-giving rain.
The choice is yours, young god. Where will you descend? Whose eyes will you see through first? Whose skin will you wear?
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Quick Actions:
1. Descend upon the Coastal Village.
2. Make your way to the Merchant Village.
3. Approach the Farming Village.
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