u/diirbear

You have nothing. One way or another, you descended from your already low position in life to rock bottom.

You're lying in an alley, stark naked and lost. You have nowhere to stay and no money, only your flesh. What are you willing to give up in your desperation?

This is a Cyberpunk adventure where you play street trash. Your goal is to survive in the harsh streets of Night City no matter the cost. From back alley boostergang blowjobs, to gang affiliation and their mandatory ass tattoos, to selling yourself to a corpo and letting him make you into his personal catgirl maid.

You'll create your own character and get involved in your own story in a living and dangerous city.

My kinks include degredation, humiliation, noncon, mind control, raceplay/nationplay, misogyny, and tpe

My limits are filthplay, guro, and feet

You are Zelda, princess of Hyrule. You failed.

When The Calamity came and your people needed you most, you were unable to activate your sacred birthright. Your holy power was sealed away, and because of it, all of your friends, allies, and the hero himself was mortally injured and placed into stasis to heal.

100 years passed, nothing. And though you fought with all your spiritual might, Ganondorf was returned to mortal form.

It is too late now, as the hero awakens. Ganon has retaken Hyrule Castle, and Princess Zelda as his personal plaything.

Now to reconquer the rest.

This is a 1on1 game of dnd 5e where you play Princess Zelda, Ganondorf's personal healslut. You'll keep the castle in order, and well decorated. You'll keep the king fed and happy. You'll follow Ganondorf into battle where your keen scholarly mind will strategize the conquest of your own people as you keep him healed and powerful.

You have already lost. But there is further still to fall.

The game will include kinks like degradation, slaveplay, humiliation, petplay, domestic servitude, outfit control, and non/dubcon.

Feel free to include the word "Sir" in your message if you're interested in OOC lewdness, and let me know what class you think you'll be playing. I think we both know which one.

"We will now discuss in a little more detail the struggle for existence... all organic beings are exposed to severe competition." - Charles Darwin

Humanity has grown too large for Earth. Too large for Sol. 28 billion humans have spread across the solar system using slow space travel. The asteroid colonies of Thermopylae and Icarus have gone to war, using the reanimated corpses of soldiers stuffed with cybernetics on both populations, destroying both societies.

Mars struggles with famine and overpopulation as their moon, Deimos, is hollowed out and turned into an interstellar colony ship.

The UESC Marathon is to travel to faraway Tau Ceti to establish a colony. 300 years pass without any word from the colonists.

394 years later, a distress signal is sent from 11.9ly away, and the megacorporations of Sol send synthetic operatives to pursue their interests on the lost colony. Runners.

"Squeeze her to see what her contract was. See if there's something for us to gain there."

The lithe man's glowing red eyes are staring down at the shiny drone core he took from the corpse's bag. Two of the runners his crew had run into were already leaking blue blood into the marshes. He had a contract to do, but the repeating tattoo patterns on his neck, many hooks, showed that he wasn't interested in contracts. He was interested in violence.

His armored friend presses the still living enemy runner to the ground with a gauntleted hand. She squirms, injured but not dead yet. She'd wake up anyway, back in orbit.

"Who you working for?"

She spits blue blood onto her assailant's white armor.

"Fuck off."

The lithe man grows bored, swaggering away to find more shiny things.

"Do what you like with her, just make sure you eliminate her before you join me."

The armored man simply nods, one gauntleted hand holding down the squirming and defeated runner below him while the other gets to work on her clothing. He's done taking everything of value she had on her. He just has a few more things left to take.

This is a 1 on 1 game in the setting of Marathon, a game set in a brutal far future cyberpunk setting. You play an immortal hacker mercenary, forever revived in bodies weaved by synthetic silk. A Runner. This is meant to be an expansion and exploration of the world and lore, not just a lewd flip of the gameplay loop. You will drop into hostile territory, discover more about the colony, and take advantage or be taken advantage of by the hostile runners and environment.

This game will use Cyberpunk Red as the system, for its fast paced combat and cybernetics systems.

Including degradation, noncon, slaveplay, humiliation, petplay, misogyny, raceplay/politics play, bad ends, and outfit control

Limits are filthplay and feet

You are no adventurer.

When you'd heard of them, your mind wandered to tales of shining knights in brilliant armor. They would venture into the unknown and save a beautiful princess from a rampaging dragon. How wrong you were.

Adventurers are chaotic and self serving, with an endless hunger for gold, magical artifacts, and power. Unfortunately for the commoners of The Sword Coast, they are powerful indeed. Some were heroes, some were just in it for the money, and some were regularly called "murder hobos" behind closed doors.

Of course, a neighbor's father called one of them a murder hobo to his face. The murder hobo in question decided to beat his face in, fuck his wife in front of him, and take his daughter.

You are no adventurer. You will never be strong enough.

This is a game of DnD 5e using the lewd rules handbook. you do not play an adventurer on an epic quest. Rather, you are the captive of a rough and tumble adventuring party. These cruel and greedy warriors and scholars need some stress relief. Your primary goal is to please them(through the mechanics of the lewd handbook) or else.

Manage the party's supplies, keep the camp clean, cook the warriors a meal, on your knees, good girl, you know what happens if you resist, travel through distant lands, encounter magical creatures, obey, good girl.

Including degradation, noncon, slaveplay, humiliation, petplay, misogyny, outfit control and TPE

Feel free to include the word "Sir" in your initial message if you'd like establish your submission OOC

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