u/HealSlaveAsh

Mankind knew that they could not change society. So instead of reflecting on themselves, they blamed the beasts.

Heaven or Hell

The year is 2187, and the world has been changed forever by the forces of magic. Europe, shattered by the crusades against the magical bioweapons known as GEARS, has long been ruled by the three kings of The Allied Kingdoms of Illyria as established by the UN.

Despite the attempts by criminal organizations, rogue magical terrorists, and godlike beings from beyond space and time, the allied kingdoms alongside the assistance of The United States of America have kept an uneasy peace through the use of advanced magical monitoring technology, a very fat man with a coffin that is actually a minigun, and a Brazilian with a dog.

With an uneasy peace established, The United Nations has begun another program to supplant the previous peacekeeping attempts. The Third Holy Order Selection Tournament.

Attracting top tier warriors from throughout the world, the top 8 of this tournament would be able to take a place among a reformed Third Sacred Order of Holy Knights, a peacekeeping force of grand scale controlled by The United Nations.

The winner among all of them would be a champion, and alongside his position as leader, he would be granted one wish from a mysterious benefactor.

This is a 1 on 1 game based on the universe of Guilty Gear, using the Fight! 2e system. You will fight in a tournament of the greatest champions, forming alliances, rivalries, and hopefully claiming ultimate victory and command of a force of the greatest(and least clothed) warriors on earth.

You can choose to try and adapt a Canon character to the system or create your own

Can't escape from crossing fate!

A light smog wafts up from the Biotechnica fields just outside the city. The everpresent smokes and gases are illuminated by the tower of advertisements that reaches into the sky, taller than any building. The rain falls in sheets. Glowing umbrellas protect the passersby. The sky is the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. Grimy streets are lined by long gutters. The chemicals, bodily fluids, and blood wash off into the storm drains. It rains every night, and it's never enough to wash away all of it. The night is suffused with neon light that refracts through the airborne particulates, and creaks with the noise that the locals might call music.

Sarah always thought she was different. Terrible things only happened to other people, who were stupid enough to walk in bad neighborhoods, or weak enough to be unable to fight back. When a 45. caliber pistol was placed against her temple, she did very little fighting back. The scav haunt was a butchery; a dirty, blood soaked, corpse filled, smoky, stinky mess. She spent the next hour freezing in an ice tub high on black lace before one of the scavs finally came by to service her. Her eyes were Kiroshi Optics Mk 2. High quality. The scavs took those first. Her chestplate was fake, not that anyone could tell by sight or touch. The scavs took that too, replaced it with a "larger" model. Sarah was one of the lucky ones. Most people don't leave a scav haunt alive, but she always had a pretty face. The doctor did something scavs rarely do, insert an implant rather than take it out. This one made sure that if she disobeyed an order, her life would end, and so her new life began.

Thomas never liked the Maelstrom gangers. The borg fuckers were unpredictable. He could deal with any other gang. You know what pisses them off, what they want, how they go about getting it, but Maelstrom; you just never know. A deal with Maelstrom always ends with blood. Thomas is good enough that most of the blood isn't his. He bends down to pick up the chip, the thing he was there to purchase all peacefully, but that the Maelstromers decided they wanted to fight over. He spots one of the gangers still alive off to the side. One of their female members. She was new, most of her body hadn't been completely taken over by borgware, and she was cute. Thomas thanked the Solo gods that he wouldn't have to spend some of his paycheck on a joytoy to keep his bed warm tonight. She'd be obedient after he fixed her up, and after a few hits of Black Lace or Cringe.

I want to tell a story of the Cyberpunk future, where what's right and wrong has been shifted by the eternal greed of corporations, and the survival instincts of those living in a system that wasn't meant to ensure their existence. In Night City you're either predator or prey, and whichever you are, you're in for a life of violence, money, sex, and street samurai. Using Cyberpunk Red. This game will naturally be lewd but will be close to 80:20 gameplay to smut.

My favorite kinks include noncon, slaveplay, petplay, raceplay, nationplay, degradation, humiliation, literacy, and tpe.

He bows ever deep and ever low. Mr Trafalgar, your impish companion. He bows to you his master, and your maleficence, your moral wrongness and destructive maliciousness. You are a devil lord, but more than a devil lord, you are a visionary. The people of The Sword Coast LAUGH and they CHEER as their heroes return from faraway voyages and defeat the forces of evil. They are so HAPPY.

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DISGUSTING!!!

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You will show them ruination and destruction. Your hordes of loyal minions will lure them in with gold and with magic and they will destroy these heroes, banish their souls, and ravage their mortal remains! There will be no peace, there will be no happiness in this fetid place. Only the cries of defeated fools, the screams of their fallen, and the roars of rage and delight of your loyal henchmen!

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Mr Trafalgar wrings his hands like a mosquito and cackles alongside you in his little voice. All will fall before you, for not only are you a demon lord, you are....

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The Dungeonkeeper!!!

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This is a game of 5e based on Dungeonkeeper. This game will use a unique variation of the rules of 5e. Rather than playing a main character and fighting in dungeons, we will be serving in something of a dual gm role. You will use the statlines of monsters that you attract to your domain with your maleficence, and construct an infinitely expanding dungeon of your own design. I will design parties of heroes who will bravely and foolishly plumb the depths in search of gold and treasure, only to fail at your hand.

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Raid the countryside for breeding stock and create your own army from the plight of the masses, make deals with devils and dark gods, humiliate foolish heroines and bend them to your will, collect powerful magical items; not for your own use but to serve as bait for ever more powerful heroes, or to give to your most trusted henchmen.

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I'll still be playing the role of GM in that I'll be running the show behind the scenes. Only who plays the monsters and who plays the heroes has been flipped on its head!

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Includes kinks like noncon, breeding, degradation, humiliation, misogyny, outfit control, bondage, pure evil, and a mockup of your dungeon that fits in your quarters(and is designed for ants)

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Does not include kinks like guro, filthplay, or feet

There is no peace on this damned coast. For centuries, The Sword Coast has been stuck in a mire of decadence and cruelty. The rich of Baldur's Gate get fat off their lessers, drowning in meat, wine, and women. The zealots of Elturel draw and quarter tieflings on the street while laughing citizens sing songs about Hellriders defeating devils. On the frontier, the few honest folk who want to carve a life for themselves out of the forbidding wilds are met by bandits, goblins, and worse. Power and gold trade hands between the wrathful and the greedy.

Your father has long been king of Neverwinter. But in his old age, it is clear who really has control of his kingdom. You are The Prince, a powerful magic user and adventurer. Your party is your collection. The most beautiful warriors and mages of the world, collected one by one as you strive to acquire the finest harem in all of Toril. Will you strike out alone, just you and your women in the name of glory and gold, or will you take the reins of your father's kingdom and conquer the inferior species to fill up the empty slots of your collection.

My kinks include, slaveplay, outfit control, degradation, humiliation, raceplay, petplay, interspecies domination, misogyny, and dub/noncon.

There is no peace on this damned coast. For centuries, The Sword Coast has been stuck in a mire of decadence and cruelty. The rich of Baldur's Gate get fat off their lessers, drowning in meat, wine, and women. The zealots of Elturel draw and quarter tieflings on the street while laughing citizens sing songs about Hellriders defeating devils. On the frontier, the few honest folk who want to carve a life for themselves out of the forbidding wilds are met by bandits, goblins, and worse. Power and gold trade hands between the wrathful and the greedy.

Your father has long been king of Neverwinter. But in his old age, it is clear who really has control of his kingdom. You are The Prince, a powerful magic user and adventurer. Your party is your collection. The most beautiful warriors and mages of the world, collected one by one as you strive to acquire the finest harem in all of Toril. Will you strike out alone, just you and your women in the name of glory and gold, or will you take the reins of your father's kingdom and conquer the inferior species to fill up the empty slots of your collection.

My kinks include, slaveplay, outfit control, degradation, humiliation, raceplay, petplay, interspecies domination, misogyny, and dub/noncon.

There is no peace on this damned coast. For centuries, The Sword Coast has been stuck in a mire of decadence and cruelty. The rich of Baldur's Gate get fat off their lessers, drowning in meat, wine, and women. The zealots of Elturel draw and quarter tieflings on the street while laughing citizens sing songs about Hellriders defeating devils. On the frontier, the few honest folk who want to carve a life for themselves out of the forbidding wilds are met by bandits, goblins, and worse. Power and gold trade hands between the wrathful and the greedy.

You are an adventurer on the cusp of gaining power. Will you join the ranks of the despotic and power-hungry? Will you become a victim to the intractable powers of this wretched land? Or will you be a hero, holding onto the last piece of hope the coast has left, and subsist off the gratitude of those you save?

This is a 1on1 game of Draw Steel in a dark fantasy filled Sword Coast. This game will have the atmosphere of Diablo 2, Berserk, and Divinity. You live in a world filled with darkness and cruelty, will you join in that dark revelry, or rise above?

My kinks include, slaveplay, outfit control, degradation, humiliation, raceplay, interspecies domination, misogyny, and dub/noncon.

A light smog wafts up from the Biotechnica fields just outside the city. The everpresent smokes and gases are illuminated by the tower of advertisements that reaches into the sky, taller than any building. The rain falls in sheets. Glowing umbrellas protect the passersby. The sky is the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. Grimy streets are lined by long gutters. The chemicals, bodily fluids, and blood wash off into the storm drains. It rains every night, and it's never enough to wash away all of it. The night is suffused with neon light that refracts through the airborne particulates, and creaks with the noise that the locals might call music.

Sarah always thought she was different. Terrible things only happened to other people, who were stupid enough to walk in bad neighborhoods, or weak enough to be unable to fight back. When a 45. caliber pistol was placed against her temple, she did very little fighting back. The scav haunt was a butchery; a dirty, blood soaked, corpse filled, smoky, stinky mess. She spent the next hour freezing in an ice tub high on black lace before one of the scavs finally came by to service her. Her eyes were Kiroshi Optics Mk 2. High quality. The scavs took those first. Her chestplate was fake, not that anyone could tell by sight or touch. The scavs took that too, replaced it with a "larger" model. Sarah was one of the lucky ones. Most people don't leave a scav haunt alive, but she always had a pretty face. The doctor did something scavs rarely do, insert an implant rather than take it out. This one made sure that if she disobeyed an order, her life would end, and so her new life began.

Thomas never liked the Maelstrom gangers. The borg fuckers were unpredictable. He could deal with any other gang. You know what pisses them off, what they want, how they go about getting it, but Maelstrom; you just never know. A deal with Maelstrom always ends with blood. Thomas is good enough that most of the blood isn't his. He bends down to pick up the chip, the thing he was there to purchase all peacefully, but that the Maelstromers decided they wanted to fight over. He spots one of the gangers still alive off to the side. One of their female members. She was new, most of her body hadn't been completely taken over by borgware, and she was cute. Thomas thanked the Solo gods that he wouldn't have to spend some of his paycheck on a joytoy to keep his bed warm tonight. She'd be obedient after he fixed her up, and after a few hits of Black Lace or Cringe.

I want to tell a story of the Cyberpunk future, where what's right and wrong has been shifted by the eternal greed of corporations, and the survival instincts of those living in a system that wasn't meant to ensure their existence. In Night City you're either predator or prey, and whichever you are, you're in for a life of violence, money, sex, and street samurai. I'd prefer to use the RPG system Cyberpunk Red or maybe Mork_Borg. Knowledge of the system isn't necessary, but a willingness to learn is, or to communicate if that isn't what you're into.

My favorite kinks include noncon, slaveplay, petplay, raceplay, nationplay, degradation, humiliation, literacy, and tpe.

There is no peace on this damned coast. For centuries, The Sword Coast has been stuck in a mire of decadence and cruelty. The rich of Baldur's Gate get fat off their lessers, drowning in meat, wine, and women. The zealots of Elturel draw and quarter tieflings on the street while laughing citizens sing songs about Hellriders defeating devils. On the frontier, the few honest folk who want to carve a life for themselves out of the forbidding wilds are met by bandits, goblins, and worse. Power and gold trade hands between the wrathful and the greedy.

You are an adventurer on the cusp of gaining power. Will you join the ranks of the despotic and power-hungry? Will you become a victim to the intractable powers of this wretched land? Or will you be a hero, holding onto the last piece of hope the coast has left, and subsist off the gratitude of those you save?

This is a 1on1 game of Draw Steel in a dark fantasy filled Sword Coast. This game will have the atmosphere of Diablo 2, Berserk, and Divinity. You live in a world filled with darkness and cruelty, will you join in that dark revelry, or rise above?

My kinks include, slaveplay, outfit control, degradation, humiliation, raceplay, interspecies domination, misogyny, and dub/noncon.

The Multiverse as we know it is falling apart.

Experiments by twin DOOMs, the DOOM of our timeline, and the DOOM of 2099 have caused reality to fracture. As it does, the people left behind fall into disarray. The Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda repeats the mistakes of all empires. The people of Earth lock away the mutants over their own fears. The powers of magic have mutated and shifted as reality itself cracks.

The heroes and villains of the multiverse are scattered across the stars and worlds, and only you can save it, or take dominion over what is left.

You play a unique hero or villain designed within the Marvel Multiverse system, or an existing hero or villain of your choice.

Will you save our heroes from the cracking shards of the multiverse itself, or will you become the dominating master of these lands; as enemies become friends, and friends become rivals....

I like degradation, noncon, slaveplay, humiliation, petplay, misogyny, raceplay/politics play, outfit control and TPE

Its as easy as 1,2, 3!

There is no peace on this damned coast. For centuries, The Sword Coast has been stuck in a mire of decadence and cruelty. The rich of Baldur's Gate get fat off their lessers, drowning in meat, wine, and women. The zealots of Elturel draw and quarter tieflings on the street while laughing citizens sing songs about Hellriders defeating devils. On the frontier, the few honest folk who want to carve a life for themselves out of the forbidding wilds are met by bandits, goblins, and worse. Power and gold trade hands between the wrathful and the greedy.

You are an adventurer on the cusp of gaining power. Will you join the ranks of the despotic and power-hungry? Will you become a victim to the intractable powers of this wretched land? Or will you be a hero, holding onto the last piece of hope the coast has left, and subsist off the gratitude of those you save?

This is a 1on1 game of DnD 5e in a dark fantasy filled Sword Coast. This game will have the atmosphere of Diablo 2, Berserk, and Divinity. You live in a world filled with darkness and cruelty, will you join in that dark revelry, or rise above?

My kinks include, slaveplay, outfit control, degradation, humiliation, raceplay, interspecies domination, misogyny, and dub/noncon.