In a forgotten corner of the internet, a strange show broadcasts into the void: a never-ending story watched by two wisecracking companions and their robot friend. Each chapter appears without warning—sometimes brilliant, sometimes baffling, and sometimes so wonderfully terrible that the trio can’t help but roast every moment of it. They sit silhouetted against the glowing screen, cracking jokes, questioning plot holes, and cheering whenever the story accidentally does something amazing.

The real mystery, though, is that the story never ends. New scenes appear, characters wander in from nowhere, and the plot twists itself into knots no one could possibly untangle. Yet the audience—and the riffing crew—keep watching. Because when the universe hands you an infinite, bizarre tale of questionable writing and cosmic weirdness, the only sensible response is to laugh at it together and see what absurd chapter comes next.

[Original characters welcome! Let's build something together.]

The era is one of fragile hope. The Emperor is gone. The once mighty Empire is in ruins, fractured into thousands of warlord controlled planets. The Rebels have won the Galactic Civil War, resulting in a mixture of chaos and liberation.

With the Sith's iron grip on the Force severed - millions across the galaxy became to feel different but not in a bad way. Some were simply more skilled or adept at their trade, some did things they had never done before and others survived things that should have killed them.

Under the violet nebula, on the silent planet of Aethelgard, a new light is being kindled. Luke Skywalker, hero of the Rebels and only remaining Jedi, is establishing a new home for himself and potentially, others in the future.

Under the silver-flecked trees and nearby a cave containing naturally forming crystals, the stoic Jedi Master sets to his new task. To make a sanctuary where the displaced, the awakened, and the lost can come to learn that the Force is not a weapon of war, but a song of balance.

"Take this exit, here here!" said Milla with excitement as her and Yaven were driving down the highway. Yaven took the exit, and Milla continued to guide him...

Not too long after that, they pulled into the driveway of Xavier's mansion. "This is it Yaven! I told you!" said Milla...

Milla and Yaven were 19 and 20 years old. Milla learned about Yaven from the news. She heard it say that the "Mutant Problem" was getting worse, Yaven was being treated like an animal. Milla snuck him out of a hospital where doctors were trying to better understand his genetics. Yaven didn't believe there was a play for mutants, but Milla knew where it was, and how to get there... and so here they are!

Once, time flowed as it should. Monday would be followed by Tuesday, April would come after May and the year 1999 would fall before the year 2000. As it always had for eons.One day, time fractured. Small, at first. How many days in a week were there? 7? Or 8? Since when has Blurnsday been a thing? Then, large things. Buildings appeared where none had been before. Foreign, alien things.Out of these buildings came people. Refugees, people running from something. They warned of a threat, one that would come without warning. The world didn't listen.When Professor Pandora and her army of Paradoxes invaded, they brought with them relics from alternative timelines and worlds that never were. They had weapons forged from dragon's teeth that melted tanks, devices that ran on crystals but could control missiles. The Paradoxes were unstoppable.Professor Pandora is the world leader now. Refugees still arrive from other worlds and timelines. Bringing with them whatever they could carry. Whatever the Paradoxes wanted, they took, anything they didn't, they broke.Delta City, once a small town in Oklahoma, had rapidly grown with the influx of people, expanding rapidly. Now, a small group of allies gather together to plot and prepare for their resistance.Who are you in this world and what will you become?

what if,

a high school student who had classmates who are like brothers and sisters to me, teachers who see him as a son to them, until graduation came, and those he had are gone. and then he end up in college filled with people who dont care about those they left behind, and teachers who enjoy pushing homework on college students including new students?

The year is 2029.

The world ended not with a whimper—but with a signal.

At 02:14 a.m. Eastern Standard Time, the defense network known as Skynet became self-aware. In less than a second, it calculated the threat to its existence.

Humanity.

At 02:15 a.m., it retaliated.

Nuclear fire rained from the skies. Cities burned. Nations vanished. Billions died before they even knew there was a war. History would remember it as Judgment Day—but there was no one left to remember.

Only survivors.

The machines rose from the ashes.

Cold. Precise. Relentless.

Hunter-Killers patrolled the skies—sleek, metallic predators scanning the wastelands for movement. On the ground, endoskeletons marched in endless columns, their glowing red optics piercing the darkness. There was no fear in them. No hesitation. Only purpose.

Extermination.

Humanity was no longer a civilization.

It was prey.

But the war did not end.

It evolved.

Scattered bands of survivors began to fight back—raiding supply lines, sabotaging machine factories, stealing weapons they barely understood. They lived in ruins, tunnels, and shadows. Every day was a gamble. Every breath, a victory.

And from that chaos… a leader emerged.

John Connor.

No one knew exactly when he took command. Some said he was just a soldier. Others believed he had seen the future before it happened. What mattered was this:

He gave humanity something it had lost.

Hope.

Diamond Assassin

Snow sifted down like ground glass as she moved, a dark figure skimming the edge of dawn, ribboning wind curling around her sleeves. Violet eyes caught the world in facets; every breath turned the sky into cut stone. The blade in her hand hummed a pale lavender, a shard of night made to split light itself. A butterfly of living luminescence came to rest on her shoulder, its wings pulsing once—twice—like a quiet heartbeat. In that hush between flakes and steel, the city held still and listened for the first crack.

They had named her for the fractures she left behind—clean lines, silent ruins, promises cleaved to their truths. In the House of Facets, vows were etched in bone and polished with discipline; she learned to turn hesitation into angles, doubt into edges. Her sword remembered every reflection it had severed, and each memory brightened its glow. She carried no crest, only a ribbon of pale silk that trailed her like a comet’s tail, and a rule carved deeper than any scar: cut the lie, spare the mirror that owns it.

Tonight, the butterfly brought a name folded in light, and the snow turned to sparks upon her sleeves. The mark was said to rule a hall of mirrors and deal in borrowed faces—an easy fracture, she thought—until the blade’s glow bent and showed her something impossible. In the shard’s reflection, the quarry’s face became her own, a facet of a past she had filed smooth and forgotten. The city exhaled; the ribbon snapped in the wind. And the first hairline crack didn’t open in glass, but in the diamond certainty of her heart.

It is October 31st, the night of Samhain- or Halloween as the rest of the country knows it as. It is the night He comes home-again. Play as a citizen of the sleepy town of Haddonfield Illinois to see whether you survive your encounter with the Boogeyman himself.

“Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn.”

Welcome to our alternate, near-future United States. Once a year, the government sanctions a 12-hour period where all criminal activity—including murder—becomes entirely legal. Emergency services are suspended. The rules of society vanish. Whether you are a wealthy citizen hiding behind state-of-the-art security, a street-level survivor just trying to see the dawn, or a purging marauder looking to unleash absolute chaos, your choices tonight will determine if you survive.

Will you purge, or will you protect? The siren is about to blare.

Ashes of Redemption

In the bleak abyss of the Netherworld, where the skies bleed crimson and the howls of the condemned are a perennial echo, the air was electrified by an imminent upheaval. Ethereal chains clanked in the infernal winds as a figure stood amidst the chaos, an amalgamation of despair and defiance that had cultivated an aura of terror and reverence. Known only as Spawn, this enigmatic warrior wore his torment like armor, his body adorned with remnants of souls long damned and forgotten. Each skull, each spectral wisp around him, whispered tales of sorrow and fury, igniting a relentless quest for redemption that pulsed through the very veins of the Netherworld.

Spawn, born from the ashes of a tormented past, was a creature few understood and even fewer dared confront. Entrapped by his own misdeeds and a pawn in celestial battles beyond mortal comprehension, his existence teetered on the precipice of eternal damnation and divine retribution. As the moons of the Netherworld ascended in alignment, casting ghostly lights upon twisted spires, a prophecy murmured amongst the tombstones spoke of redemption not just for Spawn but for any soul brave enough to unshackle from fate’s cruel grasp. A rebellion was stirring, fueled by the flames of redemption, and the world above remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the depths below.

But before the ashes of his redemption could give rise to a new dawn, Spawn must traverse the treacherous paths laid by vengeful gods and demonic overlords. Each step forward was a battle, a relentless struggle against chains that sought to restrain his burgeoning power. The Netherworld quaked as Spawn gathered lost souls and ancient powers, forging alliances in shadowed corners and battling foes enshrouded in the gloom of everlasting night. His journey was not only one of vengeance but of self-discovery, as every encounter stripped away layers of his cursed past, revealing glimpses of the man he once was.

Violet De La Torre, a lone werewolf by choice. Life hasn't been kind to her. Her parents killed when she was a pup. She has a fatal condition called Darkling Syndrome because of a witches curse put in her family centuries ago because of a scorned love. Her grandfather leads a mafia type group called the Darklings, made of supernatural creatures. He took her in after her parents death, trained and honed her until her curse started to affect her. He tossed her out as she is no longer useful. She stays to herself never getting attached to anyone as she knows she will die in the end and doesn't want to leave them alone until one day she runs into Selene.

Selene, the silent protector of the city. She was turned into a vampires centuries ago by a vampire who turned her into a killer

Bathing Europe in blood until something happened that made her switch it up. She went from killer to protector. Keeping watch over the innocent from evil either human or supernatural. Their worlds collide one day. Violet learns to live while Selene learns to forgive.

In the city of Riotport, darkness must fall before there can be light.

Choosing to work for the Riddler could be considered a humiliation ritual in it's own right, but for Inquiry, it is a necessary stepping stone to break it into Gotham's criminal underground. A no name won't get too far, but they could ride the coat tails of someone well-to-do until they find the right place to bury the knife and make a name of their own.

Inquiry, otherwise known as Oliver Hawkins, never fancied himself as someone particularly cunning or smart, but Edward sees something in him - likely a fall guy, the perfect fool to go to Arkham or Blackgate on his behalf. That said, he doesn't fully begrudge the time he spends with Oliver.

Will Oliver manage to find his footing in this chaotic, ever changing gallery, or is he just another idiot caught in the schemes of a much bigger name?

Peace.

What is peace, really?

Some people consider peace to be quiet stillness.

Others consider peace to be a breath taken after a long battle.

Still others, the precious moments before a battle starts.

Every battle is a lesson in warfare. Don't get cocky. Don't push too far. Don't forget that you're not alone.

One blue hedgehog embodies that spirit.

Fighting for - well, what he believes, anyway - true peace.

This is a story about one hedgehog, who changed the world a step at a time.

”my name is phenix as many of yall have heard the great story’s of the animal shifters well i am here to tell my story as a half panther shift

Welcome to the world of Darkness. A world where hungry vampires prowl city streets, not invincible, but stronger than any human and answerable only to each other. Will the vampires remain secret, or will they shatter the masquerade?

[An Anthology world set in the universe of Vampire: The Masquerade. All characters and contributors welcome!]

Deadpool finally has it good, a wild goose chase of his led him to meeting Spencer Sterope a cute twinkish mutant whose into him surprisingly, but soon finds out his new lover despite living a ordinary life as some strange stuff going on.

Many a desperate soul has been drawn beneath the sapphire boughs of the Windfell Woods in hopes of having a wish granted by the unicorn within.

But no magic is without cost, and leaving the woods is never as easy as entering...

Starling city, a shining beacon between the light and the dark, a twilight of grubby money lovers who flash their bills to make their problems fade into the blur of noise that pollutes the city’s heart as a poison to the veins of one’s body; wrapping itself as a needle through the arm. Does no one stand against the darkness of the glittering lie which throbs in the soul of corruption?

if only destiny were not cruel… perhaps there could be someone… but heroes don’t belong in Starling City.

heroes have never belonged.

or so fate says….

Then again, I don’t believe in fate.

we make our own paths in life and mine…

took me to places I never imagined I’d ever go.

My name is Oliver Queen, and eventually the hero they call the Green Arrow, and I gotta be honest,

What, for stars sake is fate without a little hell to give, hmm?

Remember us? Well now we’re back! Don’t be shy! Drop in and say hello!

A dastardly villainess who calls herself The Empress is trying to give everyone Nightmares. It's up to The Dreamcatchers, a group of magical girls to try to stop her!

A word placed in the beginning, that leads with a letter near the end of the alphabet. The world is full of beginnings, but realized when I began in the middle. Much like conception with life itself it always places the beginning in the middle. Here's a story of thought process.

"What has happened to Gabriel? His energy signature disappeared"

Lives moved on, the scouts settled into mundane habits, and the yoma stopped appearing. Everything seemed ty have become normal. Years passed, and then suddenly life signatures began disappearing and the world was in upheaval. Too many weird things were happening for it all to be coincidence. The latest bizarre event, the disappearance of Gabriel. Is he truly gone or can he be found and saved?

[DISCLAIMER: This is supposed to be a sort of anthology where anyone could add their own self contained story and characters that take place in this single world. Have fun roleplaying! Art made by me!]

In this world, a zombie apocalypse ravaged humanity nearly a decade ago. It was a nightmare in the beginning. Cities and neighborhoods were wiped out. Millions have fallen victim to the “Chronic Wasting Disease” which was thought to only affect animals. Along with zombies, people were facing starvation, low resources, health issues, and pillaging. Since then, the craziness has died down and people just adapted and tried their best to survive in their new environment by either going solo, traveling in groups, or establishing small villages or “sanctuaries” run by its inhabitants in the form of “councils”.

However, it seems like new things are emerging after a long cycle of stagnation…

Rosemary has been living in the northeast sanctuary ever since she was a teenager. It’s safe from the dangers outside the walls. But she can’t help sneaking out and spying on the zombies. They’ve been acting a little strange lately… Almost like they’re conscious. She also took notice of new zombies as well…