#The Truth Behind Binary Options

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Ashenmaw - Dragons of Marrowoods InfoPost

Millennia have passed since the dragons of Marrowoods defeated the monstrous Ashenmaw, the victory and the safety of the world coming at a high price. Millennia of dragon whelps being fed to the Devourer to keep him dormant, thousands of lives lost to protect thousands more.

But now you, a whelp meant to met this gruesome fate, have hatched just in the nick of time, getting to grow up in the mysterious Marrowoods and the ancient homes of Sildrys' dragonflights.

Pure chance gives you the means to be the one to find out the secret behind Ashenmaw, the truth behind the Black and Blue Patriarchs' betrayal, and to put an end to Ashenmaw's horror.

Play the open WiP on CoGDemos (Choicescript, Prologue Done. Wordcount: ~42000; ~15000 per playthrough (more as a red whelp))

You, the player:

You play as a freshly hatched dragon whelp, navigating the odds and ends of the politics and mysteries of the five flights, intermingle with the younger races, and jump headfirst into uncovering the secrets of Ashenmaw and the Marrowoods.

You can, technically, play as male, female or non-binary. Dragons pick their gender by themselves, and if you already have a natural talent for shapeshifting, details such as that are more of an afterthought, really.

The Romantic Options:

(None yet, will be added once the MC comes of age ingame)

Fantasy Infanticide (attempted/mentioned)

Fantasy Violence

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The author is currently working on the following games as well:

Ballad of Devil's Creek: A Weird West adventure @devilscreekballad

Curious Cuisine: A superhero/cooking slice-of-life romp @cornucopiagazette

Beggar's Luck: A fantasy pirate adventure, set in the same world as Ashenmaw. @setsailforbyacona

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Ray´s B-day fanfic <3

"Today, years ago, my favorite yandere was born from all the visual novels I've had the fortune to see or play. I can separate fiction from reality, but I don't think I'm the only one who would like to be there to hug Ray and give him a little peace. As a small gift, I wanted to make a short fanfic of my coffee addict alongside a little drawing to complement it. I apologize in advance if it's not understood well, English is not my language and I'm using a translator."

@concreteparasite Gracias por crear tal maravilla.

Happy birthday.

Who would have thought it would be possible to keep a secret from the great Binary star. Mc laughed happily in the kitchen as she finished washing the dishes. It had been just over a year since she moved into Ray's home. At first, it wasn't easy; it seemed like the option to leave was given, or rather, it was never up for discussion. After much talking, they managed to make it work together: Mc wouldn't be confined to her new home, but she would always stay in touch with Ray when she went out.

Truth be told, it's not like she could keep a secret from him; after all, he possessed the incredible ability to read minds, but she trusted him not to read hers all the time. Mc really believed it was impossible to turn on her mind... until she discovered it. On her maternal side, she spoke Spanish, and unconsciously she had been thinking in that language, discovering a weakness to Ray's ability. He seemed annoyed that he couldn't fully understand, but there was nothing he could do.

Today, in particular, he seemed very upset. I concentrated as best I could so that the only language I thought in was Spanish and not to ruin the surprise.

"Tell me what you're thinking..." Ray's voice appeared behind me, his hands wrapped around my hips as he rested his chin on my shoulder. The height difference between us was cute.

"I'm not thinking anything important," I said playfully.

"Stop," he said seriously.

"What?"

"You've been thinking in Spanish all day," His voice sounded annoyed, while I tried to contain my laughter.

"Really? I didn't realize."

"It's annoying."

"Well, darling. It's not the end of the world if you don't know everything that's going on in my mind."

Without responding, Ray left me alone in the kitchen and headed to our room, then came out in his superhero suit. Before me was Binary Star in all his glory, the only difference being that he didn't show that fake smile but still looked upset.

Unknowingly, due to my practice, I had been thinking in Spanish again.

Normally, he would give me a kiss goodbye and go to his vigil shift. But today, he flew off the balcony without looking at me. I won't deny that it hurt me. But it meant I was on the right track to keep the surprise.

Ray came back around 5 in the morning. Half-asleep, I felt him walking around the room before lying down on the other side of our bed. It seems he's still upset because he didn't hug me as he always does.

The next morning, I let him sleep, it helped that we slept separately, so I got out of bed easily. After putting on my robe, I went downstairs and asked the neighbor for my package. I had gotten a chocolate cake with coffee to celebrate Ray's birthday. But if I kept it in our house, he would realize I was planning in Spanish. The neighbor agreed to keep the cake at his house along with my gift.

I went back home, made coffee, and took the cake out of its box, and my gift was already on the tray.

In our room, Ray was still asleep. I cleared my throat and started singing "Happy Birthday."

Ray looked for a moment and then covered his face with his pillow. I could see that lovely smile; he was embarrassed.

I left things on the bedside table and threw myself to hug and kiss Ray; I knew I should have let him sleep more, but I couldn't contain myself after all these days preparing the surprise.

In no time, I was caught in his arms.

"Everything... was for this," His voice sounded deeper from just waking up, but he seemed happy.

"Yes, did you forget your own birthday?" I joked, stroking his soft hair, and running my hand over his cheek. "Ignoring them doesn't mean you stop aging, old man."

"No, I just don't usually celebrate it." He ignored my joke and just passed his hand over his face, somewhat frustrated.

"Well, get used to it. This might be the only birthday I manage to keep a surprise. Next year, you'll know what to expect." I exclaimed proudly.

Ray smiled, keeping his eyes closed; maybe it was the fact that he now had someone to be with him for the following birthdays that made him take this even more joyfully.

"If you don't want cake now, we can save it for later." I gave a glance to the table with his cake and gift, along with his essential morning coffee.

"How about the gift?" He pointed to the purple box. "Can I have it now?"

It was at this moment that nerves increased from zero to a hundred. Everything would be decided at this moment.

"Of course," I handed over the gift, watching as he slowly unwrapped it.

Ray's eyes widened as he looked at the contents of the box and then at me, pulling out two handmade dolls of them and a pregnancy test. After a moment of silence, Mc cleared her throat.

"D-don't think I'll give you a gift like this every year." I laughed nervously.

"Since when—" maybe it was shock, but his voice sounded distant, as if he didn't completely believe what was happening.

"I-it's still early, I haven't been to the doctor yet." Ray looked at me as if I had committed a crime. "I-it would have ruined the surprise."

Ray went from surprise to anger to simply accepting the inevitable: the love of his life was forgetful.

"I swear I feel fine. But you're happy, I mean, we talked about this in the past, but maybe you were thinking of another time in the future... I..."

Ray's hands took me by my cheeks, cradling my face, to give me a tender kiss.

"I am, I mean, I'm so happy that I'd like to hold you so tight in my arms and show you how excited I am about this." He gave me a subdued smile.

"Ray, what's wrong?"

"What if I don't do it right, being a good father?"

"Well, no father is prepared for this. We'll learn together..."

I could see Ray's face relax at my touch and my words. His hands surrounded my back, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Happy birthday..."

"Thank you..." His whisper was weak, but I felt genuine gratitude.

"Next year, we won't be alone on your next birthday, Mr. Dad."

We stayed hugged for a while. I didn't know what was going through Ray's mind, but whatever it was, I would be with him.

When I set out to eat the cake, I was interrupted by Ray, who carried me to the shower to get ready to go to the hospital. It was funny how from one moment to the next, our small bathroom became a dangerous area in Ray's eyes: slippery floor, sharp-cornered furniture, and a bathtub where I could drown, among many other dangerous things. He took out his phone and started calling to have our entire home redesigned to make it safe for me and our upcoming baby. And may God have mercy on the people in charge if I ever got hurt, no matter how insignificant it was.

If this was going to be my life from now on, it would be a long nine months.

"Your father has gone crazy," I said as I stroked my still flat belly. "But that's how I love him."

[historia-vitae-magistras]

i know matt and jack aren't as close as they used to be, but did alfred ever get jealous of their dynamic?

Very, very briefly on a relatively tiny scattering of occasions. Sparks of it in reaction to Matt's casual mentions, references. "Ha, you're almost as bad as Jack." "Saw one in Australia once." "Shit that's a good mango, where's it from? Courtesy of Queensland? Thought so!"

But Matt belongs in Alfred's sphere. If geography is destiny, Matt was always going to end up in Alfred's orbit. Alfred views his life in a series of absolute binary truths so jealousy had a lot to get through. In Alfred's head, Matt has always preferred Alfred. Matt has never put anyone over him. Jack is always good company, but he was never more important. Matt always has a choice. Alfred never felt possessive of him.

Alfred's worldview is one where he always wins, where Matt always chooses him but Alfred never forced him, where Alfred always gets the final say and Matt never glances west from Vancouver wishing he had more options sometimes, and where Jack was never more than poor substitute to fill the void Alfred gouged when he left and Matt was to weak to follow. I think to be appropriate, as it stands now, Jack is worlds away. A time when Matt was called family is probably a distant pre-war memory, a relic of empire, a thing left behind for the better. It's a fraternal love left hooked too Matt's ribs, but never again needed. He is Alfred's creature now, largely reformed in Alfred's image, living in his post war world.

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I have been putting some thought into how the Day of Worship with the Hybrids may end up going, and I think it may not go the way most people expect.

Denji has spent this entire arc being put down, belittled and forced into a corner with his arms tied behind his back and unable to fight back at all. He has been forced to make binary options with him taking the one that is the safest for Nayuta, but despite that he is still clearly miserable because he is not allowed to live his life the way he wants to. I think most people are expecting that when the Hybrids attack that Denji will be forced to transform, that he'll end up fighting them back and in the process regain his identity as Chainsaw Man, subverting everyone who sought to exploit him for their own gain.

But I don't think that is going to happen.

For a while now, I have been under the impression that Asa's absence wasn't merely a result of the story putting focus on Denji, but that her return would mark something big for either her or the story.

I don't think it will be Denji that saves the day, I think it will be Asa. She'll be the one who takes the field, who stops the Hybrids and saves the day. She'll be the one who will bask in the glory and praise she so desperately desires, thinking that she's done good things for Chainsaw Man, only in truth to be another person that has taken away from his identity and sense of self.

On Reddit, someone made a comment about how the Chainsaw Man buns Denji and Nayuta were looking at at the start of the chapter were on sale because no one was buying them, and I made a joke that they'll soon be selling buns with Asa's face on them. It was a joke at the time, but the more I think about it, the more that might actually be true.

I feel like the story is trying raise Asa on a pedestal, to shower her with fame and glory, to ultimately replace Chainsaw Man in the public's eye, all while Denji is quietly shoved into a corner, stripped of everything that made him, who he was.

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I used to think that this was such a depressing way to look at the world. But you know why I thought that way?

Because that's what the adults in my life told me to think.

"It's so sad when you have nothing to believe in," they said. "There are people out there who think that we're a mistake, that our actions and dreams and hopes don't mean anything, that all the beauty in the world is just an accident and that life has no purpose at all. How sad it is that they believe in nothing. How sad they must be, how depressed, all because they cannot see that there is purpose and truth and reason behind everything that happens."

That's what I was told when I was young. That there were only two options: believe that Everything Everywhere All The Time is part of God's plan, or believe that there is No Purpose, No Reason, and No Goodness in the universe.

Shockingly, this absolutist binary is complete dogshit, exactly like every other absolutist binary I was taught.

Being poor doesn't mean I don't know how to handle money, and being rich doesn't mean that I'm financially responsible.

Being disabled doesn't mean that I'm incapable of working in any capacity ever, and being able-bodied doesn't mean that I'm capable of or suited to any job I see fit.

Being in the majority doesn't mean that minority rights don't affect or benefit me, and being in the minority doesn't mean that my rights mean less than anyone else's.

Being educated doesn't make me intelligent, and being uneducated doesn't make me stupid.

And most importantly, for the point above:

Just because I believe the human body was not "intended" for anything and that there is no "inherent purpose" for human life does NOT mean that there is no meaning or value or goodness in the act of living.

Actions have meaning.

Choices have value.

What that meaning is, and how to measure that value - that's something called "philosophy," and each person has a slightly different set of thoughts, reasons, and beliefs that create the ideological paradigm through which they view the world.

Belief is not a moral binary, a cosmic light switch marked "Good" and "Bad" or "On" and "Off."

The question was never "does human life have a purpose"?

The question is: What purpose do you assign to your life?

Is your purpose to tell people that they are Sad and Wrong?

I hope not.

women’s bodies weren’t “made” to do anything, nature didn’t “intend” anything, no human action is “unnatural” and there is no inherent “purpose” to a human life

[camwelsolutionllpmlm]

Inside the MLM Magic: Is Camwel the Unsung Hero of Patna’s Tech Scene?

We were somewhere around Gandhi Maidan when the caffeine began to take hold. The streets buzzed like a live wire, the honking symphony of Patna’s rickshaws syncing perfectly with my overloaded thoughts. Multi-Level Marketing—MLM—was the word echoing in my brain like a maddened chant. A business where people build empires with the minds of their teams and the software behind the scenes. And there it was, flashing across a cheap vinyl billboard like a fever dream: “Camwel Solution LLP – Smart Software for MLM Success.” read

Could it be real? In a world of get-rich-quick schemes, buggy dashboards, and support teams that vanish after payment… could Camwel actually be the best MLM software provider in Patna?

Let’s slow the ride. Grab your metaphorical Firebolt, because this story is about to unfold like a good wizarding duel—with code, trust, and a bit of Bihar’s magic.

Promotional graphic for Camwel Solution LLP, titled "Camwel is the Best MLM Software Provider in Patna." It features a checklist of key features: Multiple Plan Support, Real-Time Dashboard, Secure Wallet & E-Payouts, User-Friendly Interface, and Budget-Friendly Pricing. An illustrated man works on a laptop in a modern digital setting.

The Little Office That Could

Once upon a time—not in Diagon Alley, but along a modest stretch of Patna’s bustling business lanes—a team of young, determined tech minds decided they’d had enough of watching network marketers struggle with outdated tools and fragile systems. These weren’t magicians, but developers. And their wands? Code.

That’s how Camwel Solution LLP came into being.

They didn’t start with ten floors and glass walls. They began, like many good stories, in a single room with a whiteboard, a borrowed laptop, and a lot of late nights fueled by cutting chai.

But what they lacked in resources, they made up for with vision.

A Tool Built for the Real Heroes

In MLM, the people at the heart of it—the agents, distributors, and dreamers—are the real heroes. They build networks out of trust. But they need a system that supports them without crashing, cheating, or confusing them.

Camwel knew this. So instead of stuffing in unnecessary complexity, they crafted a software that feels like it knows its users.

You log in, and it welcomes you like a House-Elf who actually enjoys his job.

You click the dashboard, and the numbers don’t shout—they speak. Smooth graphs. Clear commission breakdowns. Live updates. You don’t just use the software—you understand it.

It’s made for the kind of people who might be starting with a notebook and a dream. see

The Magic Behind the Features

Let’s dive into the heart of the software, where the magic really happens.

Multiple Plan Support Like a Room of Requirement

Whether you're building your MLM structure with Binary, Matrix, Unilevel, or a more obscure plan only your grand-mentor understands—Camwel supports it. Board, Generation, Hybrid—they’ve built engines to adapt to any structure you throw at them. demo

It’s like the Room of Requirement. Whatever your business model needs—it’s already coded in.

Real-Time Dashboards That Speak the Truth

In most MLM software, the dashboard feels like a Quidditch scoreboard malfunctioning mid-match. Not here.

Camwel’s dashboard updates in real time. You see your performance, your team’s performance, sales data, and payouts with crystal clarity. No need to send a dozen emails asking “How much did I earn this week?”

The answer is already on your screen.

Secure Wallet & Lightning-Fast Payouts

Now, if there’s one thing every network marketer fears, it’s the payout glitch. A transaction that vanishes into the ether faster than a disillusioned intern.

Camwel handles wallet management with the seriousness of a Gringotts goblin. Secure. Automated. Fast.

Withdrawals. Bonuses. Rank rewards. All streamlined, with multiple payout options integrated.

User Interface Even a Muggle Could Use

Not everyone in MLM is a tech wizard. Camwel understood this. The software is simple—so simple even your uncle who still uses a feature phone could navigate it.

Yet, it’s powerful. Everything is neatly labeled, cleanly designed, and works well on mobile too. From dashboards to team trees, you don’t get lost. You feel at home.

Budget-Friendly Without Cutting the Good Stuff

The best part? Camwel didn’t gatekeep features behind gold-level pricing.

Whether you're a startup looking for your first 50 members or an established company with 50,000, there’s a package for you. Fair pricing. No tricks. No traps.

They believe everyone deserves a strong foundation—even the small guys.

The Hidden Network

Behind every great tech product, there’s a team. And Camwel’s isn’t just skilled—they’re kind.

Need help integrating a new plan? They’re on a call before you can say “binary commission.” Need customization? Their developers aren’t just coders—they’re architects of your vision.

24x7 support isn’t a bullet point here. It’s a reality. One you’ll come to love when you're launching at midnight and your team needs help immediately.

Stories from the Field

Here’s where it gets real. Numbers are nice. But stories? Stories are proof.

R.K. Sharma from Delhi started his journey with a team of 10. The software he used before Camwel glitched every month. “Switching to Camwel changed everything,” he said. “My team trusts me now. Because I trust the system.”

Anjali S. from Ranchi wasn’t sure about Patna-based providers. But once she saw Camwel’s demo, she knew she’d found her match. “Simple, effective, honest. That’s rare in MLM tech,” she said. demo

Beyond the City Borders

Though rooted in Patna, Camwel’s reach stretches across the country and beyond. Gujarat, Karnataka, Jharkhand—even international markets.

That’s the beauty of good code. It doesn’t care where it lives—it just works.

Camwel’s software scales like magic beans. Start with a small sapling of a business, and watch it grow into a beanstalk reaching the clouds.

The Final Word from the Owl Post

So, what makes Camwel Solution LLP the best MLM software provider in Patna? see

It’s not just the features. It’s not just the pricing. It’s the sincerity. The care. The human touch hidden inside every line of code. They didn’t just build software—they built trust.

If you're starting an MLM company, scaling one, or simply tired of broken systems and vague promises—Camwel might just be the magic spell you were looking for.

Still wondering if it’s real? Go visit them. Ask for a demo. Let the product speak for itself.

Because in the end, as every good wizard (or network marketer) knows—it’s not about the tools you start with. It’s about the ones that grow with you.

website:- Camwel Solution LLP

[wolverenmayden]

Threads of Tomorrow: Weaving Heritage, Freedom, and Humanity into the Future

Imagine standing on the edge of time, gazing both backward and forward—caught between the generations that shaped us and the countless lives yet to come. We are carriers of more than just genes, more than inherited traits and biological inclinations. We are bearers of stories, of values, of a delicate balance between tradition and modernity. This balance is where the future unfolds, where the fate of the world as a living, breathing system of interconnected beings depends not only on science or politics but on the strength of our hearts and souls.

Every life on this planet, from the tiniest organism to the grandest forest, lives in a web of interaction, of mutual influence and dependence. To protect nature is not an optional act—it is a sacred duty, a recognition that our own freedom and survival are entwined with the health of the earth. The same freedom we cherish in ourselves must extend outward to every creature, every ecosystem, and every breath of air.

But what is freedom without truth? Without justice? The fight against hatred and indifference is a fight for the very essence of humanity. To turn away from the suffering of others is to weaken our collective spirit. We must be vigilant guardians of equality, ensuring that every person—regardless of gender, including those with non-binary identities, race, or background—is met with respect and dignity. The law must reflect this truth, weaving fairness into the fabric of society, dismantling old prejudices, and creating space for all to thrive.

Within the intimate circle of family and relationships, the cycles of loyalty and sometimes betrayal play out, teaching us about love, trust, and sometimes loss. These bonds—the blood ties and the chosen connections—carry the weight of species preservation, the continuation of life, culture, and legacy. Our parents, our partners, our children: they are living threads in the tapestry of our being. And through them, we learn about self-acceptance and the acceptance of others—recognizing that true strength comes from embracing uniqueness, not suppressing it.

Self-development is a lifelong journey, an unfolding of the soul where we confront our flaws and nurture our virtues. This growth is the cornerstone of humanity, the foundation of a just and compassionate world. When we accept ourselves fully, including our vulnerabilities and our gifts, we become capable of extending that same grace to those around us.

Art is the mirror that reflects this entire spectrum of human experience—our deepest fears and hopes, our struggles between tradition and progress, our ceaseless quest for meaning. Through creativity, we find a language that transcends words and laws, expressing the silent truths of the heart and the soul. It is a testament to our merit as individuals and as a species, a proof of our capacity to forge connection out of difference.

Our homeland—the soil from which we spring—is not merely a place but an idea, a living, breathing entity that demands our love and loyalty. To honor it is to commit to the future, to the families that will walk its paths long after we are gone. It is a sacred trust to uphold justice and fairness, to protect the freedoms hard-won by those who came before us, and to expand those freedoms to include everyone, regardless of identity or circumstance.

In this web of life, every choice echoes through the ages. The genes we pass on, the love and hate we harbor, the acceptance or rejection of others—all shape the world our descendants will inherit. Our legacy is not just what we leave behind in material form but the humanity we nurture in ourselves and each other.

So we stand today, at a threshold, tasked with weaving together the threads of heart and heritage, of justice and freedom, of love and truth. Let us rise to this challenge, cultivating empathy over apathy, acceptance over fear, and growth over stagnation. The future is not a distant horizon but the living tapestry we create with every breath, every act, every choice.

Because in the end, our true inheritance is not simply the sum of our genes or traditions—it is the courage to embrace our uniqueness, to defend the vulnerable, to love fiercely, and to walk forward together with open hearts and clear eyes, ready to build a world worthy of all who call it home.

[anthonybialy]

Boomer and Bust

Couldn’t they find a more sincere phony?  Aging dolts rally behind Donald Trump as revenge on whippersnappers for the crime of starting life later.  And they don’t even realize they’re inflicting retribution.  Boomers remain on track to be the most likely generation to believe anything.  Meanwhile, nobody believes them for good reason.  Someone tell them they’re wrong about everything so they believe it.

One age group stubbornly never learned suspicion.  It’s the one that’s sure they know everything.  A rather useful life skill remains elusive to era representatives who need it most.  Their children picked it up despite not having the best example, which is a testament to the power of overcoming a dreadful upbringing.

Fans of the most dissonant music couldn’t learn to seek harmony.  I thought hippies distrusted everyone and everything.  But they sold out without being suspicious of anyone but comb users.  Putting faith in whatever authorities claim is how to feel free.

All-time Boomer Trump is the savior for worshipers of everything false.  The perfect candidate for self-indulgent dupes expresses their aimless anger in a way they can’t always articulate.  Subscribers to physical newspapers and empty Trumpian blather simply know they’re ticked about something.  They don’t know what it is or how to fix it, but their rage prevents them from conducting an audit.

Being bolder about lying works in one sense.  Trump is the worst sort of politician, which is just another irony for the list.  A network game show host doesn’t even try and certainly doesn’t learn anything about the subject; it’s like he’s running his real estate empire.  Government shouldn’t be run like a business in this particular fraud’s case.

But why craft mendaciousness with care when blurting obnoxiously is easier?  His target audience fell for it as if they were being told his secret to making them think he’s worth 11 figures.  Claims doesn’t equal worthwhile results, of course.  The most deflating path to nomination yet is brought to you by the same dopes who bought the Trump board game to entertain themselves on weekend evenings by role-playing as their golden savior.  An example of losing by winning is too complex for those who think sufficient electoral votes are all it takes to succeed.

Their flak is not merely unaccomplished in theory.  Trump has spent about half a miserable century dragging down everyone into his classy pit for success, including a rather repulsive presidency that fittingly ended with a legendary tantrum.  The subject in question could do nothing but pout after seducing enough voters once like they’re Eastern European models who need green cards and still have them beg to save the republic.

There couldn’t be anyone else who’d be better at president than Joe Biden.  We don’t have 10 billion options like the sole alternative’s totally real fortune.  You couldn’t choose a third thing.  We must adhere to binary thinking that’s inherent to the Hannity generation.  Remaining convinced he’s a fighter after he ran from every single conflict won’t deter zealots who don’t want to make a second choice.

Truth is anything that sounds comforting.  That’s untrue, of course.  But a stubborn faction still believes only what they wish.  The professionally oblivious taught today’s 

telling them exactly what they wanted to hear like a brave honesty purveyor.

Nobody deserves less faith than the putzing entity that demands it most.  A perfect record of incompetence won’t stop Boomers from seeking their needs met at every moment.  Anyone slightly connected to conservatism can tell you how insecure antisocial Social Security is as lousy as it is involuntary.  The person who calls everyone else RINOs is half afraid to scare Boomers and half dedicated to government providing a pittance.  It’s all Trump.

People equipped with free will refuse to snap out of conditioning.  Singularly hard-headed 1950s kids still inhabit a world of three channels.  Viewers could go mad thinking of missing what the other two are showing.  Lack of choice is comforting.  Having life programmed for you was apparently what they liked best.  Nostalgia means refusing to search for preferred entertainment or truthful updates.  It’s much easier to have facts dictated to them even if they’re technically lies.

Ceaseless Trump lickspittles claim they want a fearless defender of authenticity in a display of how funny they are.  On top of that, they want one person to dictate it to them.  Even more appallingly, the person they chose thinks putting his name in gold is all thriving takes.  The question of whether the embodiment of the self-absorbed age bloc truly believes his ceaseless falsehoods would be fascinating were he an interesting individual.

People are the same in every era.  It’s not a compliment.  Terrible idiots are the one constant through history.  Grouping individuals because they happened to be born in nearly adjacent years disregards consistent patterns since the first generation decided the second were a bunch of ungrateful bums.  I typically hate generational separation as if humanity alters radically depending on the decade.  But this slot has earned their spankings.

Competing by age is a loss for every participant from whippersnapper to geezer.  There’s nothing worse than aggrandizing Greatest Generation blather.  But it’s certain who the worst generation is.  As a hint, they are full of themselves and not suspicion.  Used book sale patrons thankfully won’t have searches plagued for years by empty Tom Brokaw volumes about how those born after World War II kept the universe from collapsing on itself.

The forwarded email generation believes every single word they read.  Their last infliction will cause even more harm to the point where it’s irreparable.  Leaving a legacy isn’t always soothing.  It’s tough to feel comfortable when so many aging bores seek revenge without having done anything to provoke it.

Their final gift looks to be a slightly older loser on track to win because they can’t detach themselves from manipulative salesmanship.  A carnival barker surely has your wallet’s best interests in mind.  Forget about carrying less cash thanks to online banking: that’s the only thing doddering Boomers don’t trust.

[complaintboxtv]

Novox Group Revealed as the Mastermind Behind Binary Options Fraud

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Uncover the shocking reality of binary options fraud with Novox Group's clandestine operations. Join us as we peel back the layers and shed light on their covert tactics. It's time to empower yourself and take a stand against financial deception.

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[libraryofplotbunnies]

Rating: 18+

Genre: Supernatural, Mystery, Romance, and Thriller

Content warnings: Depections of panic attacks and episodes, mild gore, death and dead bodies, bullying, and small town bigotry

"Welcome Home Warwick."

5 years after the mysterious death of your best friend, your life has been in a talespin. Spiraling downwards as you try to hold on for dear life. You do have some support from your new friend [your only friend] but that all changed one day.

You received a mysterious message about your decreased friend. Originated from the town you never wanted to go back to. The contents explain that their death was much more than what everybody was led to believe. Including your involvement on that dreadful day.

Now you have to go back to your ominous hometown of Wrydville, hoping to solve the circumstances surrounding their best friend's death and finally have closure. But you left behind broken friendships in your wake, your sudden disappearance and cutting all contact after the tradegy brewing resentment and bitterness. There are new faces present in town. Your bright best friend taging along to help you, a nomadic stranger who comes in the same day as you, te personified crytid that haunted your youth, and someone who was deeply connected to you and your decreased best friend.

These old and new faces are much more than what they seem.

On this path to finding the truth behind that horrible day, you will discover the underlying secrets behind your hometown’s torrid history and its strange hold over the citizens. All of which leads back to the town's oldest families, the Yorks and Lanshires. Significantly your deceased best friend, the once golden child of the illustrious Lanshires.

You still feel them following you after their death.

You will also discover your own family’s twisted history with the town. The same secrets that your parents had wished to keep away from you, their only child. Maybe it's why your memories of that day are so hazy and this vast longing for a place that left you broken.

Or the gnawing growing inside their chest since that day. 

Play as male, female, trans, or non-binary–with options to be gay, straight, bi, asexual, or poly.

Create your relationship dynamics with a cast of characters from both your past and present.

Develop your personality, dynamics, habits, and interests as you returned back to a place that used to be home.

Discover what the people had tried to keep hidden for so long and the strangeness surrounding the idyllic town.

Unlock your forgotten memories and what secrets your parents kept away from you.

Fall in love, forge/strengthen friendships, and uncover the forgotten past as you dive into a centuries long mystery.

Surname is set as Warwick. You can customized with a hyphenic or legally changed your surname when you got older.

Royce "Roy" York M 21

Character References/Playlist

"Will you stay this time? I missed you. It feels easier to smile when you're around"

The scion of the Yorks who has taken to drinking excessively since the death of their childhood friend and rival. He has a jovial attitude that some might call charming or annoying depending on your perspective. Always one to give a quick joke or tease for a quirk of a smile. He’s a tad irresponsible with a devil-may-care attitude and his slightly childish worldview. But there is secret weariness within him ever since his father started training him to be the future leader of the family. But he won’t tell anyone so he will continue to drink to drown out the negativity. 

Douglas "Lassy" York M 21

Character Reference/Playlist

"Are you suprised? Something was bound to break, sooner than later."

The extremely studious but antisocial middle son of the Yorks. Many of the locals are perplexed by the once determined and ambitious boy of the past turning into the reclusive man who retreated into the confines of his family’s home. Nobody knows what happened to make him abandon his plans of renown or what has beaten him down so much to holed himself in his room. Though you can see rare glimpses of him carrying books or researching, he nevers talks. Ignoring everything around him for the sake of his secret research.

Rosette Amanda "Andi" Lark York F 2O

Character Reference/Playlist

"You finally came back home buddy. What the hell took you so long?"

The most outspoken of the York siblings who have since cut ties with her family after she turned eighteen. She was the theater kid amongst her siblings who can grab anybody's attention and a bit of a troublemaker as well. Now, she’s often seen in the local bar performing for the residents or help do miscellaneous jobs around town. Just don't mention her old name or ask her about her family. Nobody knows why she cut ties with her family or even more strangely why she hasn’t just left town all together.  

Marianna "Marie" Lanshire F 22

Character Reference/Playlist

"Why did you come back? After what you've done, after you abandon my sibling, your best friend, what nerve do you have to return here?!?"

The exceptionally talented daughter of the Lanshires who’s constantly working to covet more power for her family. She’s considered the unofficial mayor with how much she does around town. Though she keeps a charming attitude towards locals and the occasional tourist, she has such cold eyes that often give people the chills. It has been like this since the death of her sibling and MC’s family cutting all ties with the town. She can sometimes be found at the edge of the woods at night, the same spot where her baby sibling was found dead. 

Edward/Edith "Eddy/Eda" Lanshire M/F 20 15

CR M F/Playlist

"Still feel guilty cher? Why did you hold on for so long?"

They were the shining star in the town. A bright and cheerful young person who was the apple of everybody’s eye. Which shocked everybody when they were found dead afterschool near the woods. They were only fifteen- a life that was taken away too soon. Nobody knows why it happened with how adored they were by everybody. The police ruled it as a suicide based on seemingly obvious evidence and quickly shut the case. Too quickly. Despite them being dead, they seem to haunt MC every day since they left Wrydville. 

Juste/Justine "Beau" Beaufort M/F 22

CR M F/Playlist

"Why are you here? You'll only cause pain for her."

They were an outsider who was offered a scholarship by the Lanshires for better education and a possible successful future. They didn't have anybody to go back to in their hometown, so they decided to stay with the Lanshires. Beau can often be seen following Marianna around town and keeping everything in order. They’re her right hand and sometimes enforcer. They’re currently studying law and are extremely close to the Lanshires, personally and professionally. Though they are slightly off-putting with how mechanical and emotionless they seem. 

Lucero "Luca/Luz" Cataleya Cruz M/F 22

CR M F/Playlist

"I will be here for you no matter what. Just ask and I will be there."

They met MC around a year ago and became fast friends with them. They have an aggressively friendly attitude and a “kill them with kindness” approach in life that they follow religiously. They stuck by MC the moment they met them and their presence for some reason helped ebbed away some of MC’s anxieties and worries. They are a sunshine person that wants to make the world a better place, but they’re not completely pure. They never told MC what they do for a living, despite how open and outgoing they seem. Their job is the one thing they keep under lock and key.

Ji-Min Park M/F 20

CR M F/Playlist

"Do you remember me? I remember you."

They’re a worker for the town’s news while completing online college courses to become an official investigative journalist. They were casual friends with E and MC since they helped fend off Ji-Min’s bullies due to their shyness and height. After MC’s departure and the rapid-fire conclusion of E’s case, they decided to fully go over the case themselves as nothing added up. After five years of sleepless nights and countless theories, they finally had enough evidence for the police department to reopen the case. However, the evidence points towards someone unexpected.

Doran/Deirdre "Dee/Dee-Dee" Gallagher M/F 24

CR M F/Playlist

"You're certainly different from the other people in this town. I think I'm gonna enjoy my time here."

They've been traveling for a few years now and arrived at Wrydville at the same time as MC. Nobody in town really knows who they are or why they’re passing through. Locals will often find them in the surrounding woods photographing and writing in their little travel notebooks if they’re not around MC, who they quickly became attached to when they saw them. They have polite friendliness that doesn’t seem genuine at all. The dichotomy of how detached they are from their surroundings if it isn’t their unknown project or MC has some on edge of what this person is actually doing there.

Paul/Paulina "Pasha" Morozov M/F 20

CR M F/Playlist

"You're Warwick. A local legend just like me. How ironic is that?"

They've been isolated from everybody since they were young. They made local news as a child as they were discovered dead near the woods but then miraculously revived. However, their parents had kept them under lock and key in their home ever since that day with no reasoning provided. Nobody in town truly knows who they are. The locals only have rare glimpses of the seemingly ghostly figure who only comes out when everybody is asleep. A seemlingly local legend brought to life as the younger generation create stories and tales of the mysterious figure.

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[riaarivic]

HATE 1: Omen (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death and vioence, foul language

🌙 Chapter wordcount 831

🌙 Series Index

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

🌙 HATE 1: Omen 🌙

Heartbeat pulsing slow in my ears. Bump, bump, bump

You were running.

Running like the devil himself was licking at your heels, Seoul’s skyline blurring past as you leapt from one rooftop to the next, lungs burning, mind screaming. You could feel them behind you—shadows stretching, closing in, their footsteps rhythmic, relentless.

Fuck.

Don’t look down.

You didn't have time for vertigo, for second-guessing. The adrenaline did what training never could—it turned you into something feral, a thing that existed only to survive. You vaulted over a rusted railing, landed hard on the next building. Your ribs protested, but pain was the least of your problems.

They were too fast.

You could hear them gaining, smell the gunpowder and sweat, taste the violence in the air.

And the worst part? You deserved this.

Trying to escape with no avail. Jump, jump, jump.

This wasn’t how the mission was supposed to end. You weren’t supposed to be the one running, bleeding, hunted like a fucking traitor. But here you were—an Interpol agent tangled so deep in the underworld that you no longer knew where duty ended and obsession began.

And him.

He was supposed to be just another mark. A face on a file. A name in a briefing.

Not this. Not a reason.

Your feet skidded against the last rooftop, and suddenly, you had nowhere left to run.

Ahead—nothing but air and a hundred-meter drop into the Han River’s black abyss.

Behind—death.

Your options dwindled into the cruel, binary truth: a bullet or a fall.

And fuck, how you hated the cold.

"Traitors don’t deserve the mercy of a quick death."

The words echoed, a ghostly whisper in the back of your skull. Once upon a time, they were just another lesson in a long list of horrors you never thought you'd have to face. But now? Now they were a prophecy.

A choice.

Your body went still, heart hammering as you turned to face them.

Seven figures loomed in the darkness, their presence suffocating. But it was his gaze that pinned you in place.

From the second your cover cracked, you knew it would come to this. That it would be him holding the gun.

No song affects me any more. Crying out a silent cry

He stepped forward, slow, deliberate, shadows swallowing him whole.

And then there it was.

The cold press of metal against your temple.

Click.

Your pulse roared in your ears.

His hands didn’t shake, but you felt the tremor in him.

The others waited, silent executioners. No one spoke. No one needed to.

Your betrayal had already written the ending.

The Seven Moons didn’t tolerate traitors.

You knew that.

And yet—

You wanted to reach for him.

Instead, you smiled. A small, tired thing. The kind of smile that comes when you finally accept the inevitable.

His eyes darkened.

He was waiting for you to beg.

But you wouldn’t.

Instead, you whispered, "Do it."

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

You saw it then—underneath the anger, the betrayal, the hatred—something else. Something that shouldn’t exist.

Regret.

The kind that carves itself into your bones and never leaves.

You could have lived with his hate. Hell, you would’ve welcomed it.

But this?

This was worse.

So you made the choice for him.

One step back.

His eyes widened.

One last glimpse of the life you could have had. The life you almost had.

Then—

Nothing.

Ocean with all light silenced, shut, yeah, yeah, yeah. My wandering feet held in a rut, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cold air swallowing you whole.

The world blurring, spinning, screaming.

And above it all—his voice.

“No—!”

Seven men, frozen at the edge, their horror-stricken faces burned into your final moments.

And you?

You closed your eyes.

You hoped they’d forgive you.

Because at the end of it all, it wasn’t duty that killed you.

It wasn’t justice.

It was love.

And what a fucking waste that was.

Every noise and sound's been cut yeah, yeah, yeah. Killin' me now, killin' me now. Do you hear me yeah.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

So, Hi. Hello How are you? 

I decided I will translate this fic from my original language (Spanish) and post it from wattpad. This is a whole series and I will be changing a few things from the original plot; you can feel free to read it if you want to

Here: Odio || BTS || SUGA x OC x RM || MAFIA AU

I am very proud of this chapter btw 😅 And it feels kind of weird, because most of the times when I reread something i wrote in the past I feel the sudden urge of washing my eyes with bleach and erase it from the face of Eath, forever. 

I’m kind of new to posting on Tumblr (Yeah, in 2023) so I will be editing in a while to make reading easier!! If you want to like and reblog that would be highly appreciated and thank You so much for your feedback!! 

[fiddles-ifs]

LOCATE. HUNT. DESTROY

You thought you knew your job well before this assignment. You thought you had things under control. When the folder found your hands, you went where the dog whistle pointed you -- Warden, a sleepy town in the Appalachians. A few missing townies, a few urban legends. They're nothing to you, your agency's best hunting hound.

But when your arrival coincides with the awakening of an ancient evil, you realize you've bitten off more than you can chew. You'll need allies, and you'll need your wits. But what will you do if you lose both?

Greenwarden: Book One is an in-development, word-based interactive horror game set in the Appalachian wilderness. Play as the Tracker, one of the best of the best, and make friends (or enemies), uncover the truth behind the disappearances of Warden, West Virginia, and try not to lose your mind.

Rated 16+ for crude language, violence, and horror.

↠ KEY FEATURES ↞

▶CUSTOMIZABLE MAIN CHARACTER 

Gender [male, female, non-binary; custom pronouns; top-surgery and HRT]

Name [first name and surname]

Appearance [hair color, hair length, eye color, height]

Personality [choose between being arrogant or timid, cautious or impulsive, charming or stand-offish, emotional or stoic, or stay neutral]

A carton of cigarettes, a wedding ring, a ballpoint pen, an old journal, a keychain photo.

▶FOUR ROMANCE OPTIONS

M. Bautista [F/M]: A former U.S. Marine, and your current partner in the field.

A. Nazeri [F/M/NB]: The best Hunter your agency has.

Devin Graves [NB]: A very nice waiter with nothing going on.

Trace [F/M]: ??????

Polyamorous options between Bautista and Nazeri, or Nazeri and Trace

▶UI ACCESSIBILITY

High contrast Light Mode

Color Blind Mode

Dyslexia-friendly, open-source font

▶SOLVE A MURDER MYSTERY

▶DISCOVER YOURSELF IN BEAUTIFUL, WILD AND WONDERFUL WEST VIRGINIA

▶AN UNLOCKABLE CODEX

▶LOSE YOUR MIND

↠ PLANNED FEATURES ↞

▶MOBILE FRIENDLY UI

▶SCALABLE FONTS

↠ DEMO AND LINKS ↞

Play the demo on itch.io! | Join the Discord!

[celestialdusks]

DEMO | PATREON | KO-FI

You receive a note from The Order, the cryptic organisation that has control over the gangs in London. Life has suddenly gotten more interesting, especially when The Order begins to blackmail you with your own demons…

You’re a member of one of the most powerful gangs in the city.

Action. Power struggle. Betrayal. Loyalty. Love. The gang life has it all. It’s practically all you and your older brother have ever known — not that you’ve seen him in a while.

It’s been just under a year since your brother left the city, went on the run to avoid punishment for a crime he says he didn’t commit — the murder of the infamous Zakai McVay. Naturally, many things about this mystery are still under wraps. You can find out what really happened, but it’s impossible to do it alone.

Bring in a bunch of misfits, and maybe you can crack a few closed cases and reveal a few secrets that are under lock and key. You and your best friend join forces with three others, allies you’d never see yourself working with, and realise that together you may achieve everything you’ve ever wanted.

Maybe you’ll even get out of this life.

All of you have mysteries to solve and fights to win.

A fight against society. A fight against the city. And most importantly, a fight against yourself.

So much to lose yet so much to gain.

Are you ready for the biggest challenge of your life?

This is rated 17+ for depictions of violence, crime, kidnapping, strong language and eventual (optional!) non-graphic nsfw scenes.

Play as a male, female or non-binary; straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, graysexual, demisexual, asexual, gang member w/ the choice of your own pronouns.

Play as a person of colour (this choice can have an effect on the story).

Choose the name of your gang.

Romance any of the five romantic options; all gender-selectable; male, female and non-binary. The ROs are: the best friend, the rival, the initiate, the crown and the betrayer.

Choose your gang member’s speciality (tech genius, combat, stealth, deception, charmer or the tactician). Use this skill set to your advantage… just don’t let your weaknesses ruin the operation(s).

Choose your gang member’s dark past…

Have the opportunity to leave the gang life behind.

Or become your gang’s leader.

Embark on a crazy adventure with friends, enemies and the powerful and discover the truths everyone’s so desperate to keep hidden.

And if there’s one thing to keep in mind, don’t expect this run in to be easy… we’ve all got secrets we’d rather keep buried.

THE BEST FRIEND

You don’t get anywhere in this game without trust…

Shiloh Quince. In this life, ride or die isn’t just a phrase, it’s reality. Good thing you have Shiloh. They’re a little rough around the edges, metaphorically and literally, their tattoos prove it. They’re the fierce protector, the one that’s always with you no matter whether you’ve argued - the two of you can take this found-dynasty to the very top. With them by your side, you know anything is possible. But maybe having them by your side as more than a friend is a little more fitting.

THE RIVAL

A gang without rivals? Unheard of.

Your biggest rival of all. Ryah/Rian/Royce Zayed. The feud between your gangs stretches back decades for various reasons. It’s you vs them now and everyone knows it. The hatred is strong and it’s only grown over the years. Their arrogance, their cockiness, their sharp tongue, witty remarks, and that distinctive scar you gave them - you make their blood boil. The two of you know the streets like the back of your hand, but maybe the two of you could put this rivalry aside… enough to realise that surviving for one another is a path you both want to follow.

THE INITIATE

Recruitment and staying ahead of the rest is essential.

Lourdes/Lorenz/Lior Corrales. They’re the new arrival, the one with promise, an advanced skill set, excitement… and an ego. They’ve left their struggling lifestyle behind and now they’re ready for a new challenge, and they’ll let you know it, especially now they’re your next door neighbour. But beneath the beaming grins, brilliant humour and fiery personality — they’re afraid, not of this life, but of something else. But could you be the one to break down their guard? Make them see that their new life is worthwhile? Fight off your demons with one another, side by side as partners and lovers.

THE CROWN

Being friends with powerful people always gets you a leg up.

Chanel/Cree/Creighton DeLuca. If you’re getting technical, then they’re part of The Order, part of the rich, powerful and jealous-filled life that comes with it too. But if you’re asking C themselves, they want no part of it. They’re the humble, kind, ‘behind-the-scenes’ person who can get you out of a rut - but despite their high life, they have their own dreams and ambitions. Want nothing to do with their step-siblings that are battling it out for the crown, the same step-siblings that get the attention C always misses out on. C has a sharp mind, they’re the best person to have in your corner, but they have insecurities to battle, trust to gain… someone to tell them that it’ll all be okay. Someone to say, ‘I see you.”

THE BETRAYER

Just like that, we’re strangers again. Strangers with memories…

Teja/Tré/Tate Heroux. Ah, you never thought you’d have to hear that name again. There was a time when there was trust, a time when there was loyalty… all before they threw it away and left your gang to join another. Now they’re a lone wolf trying to survive. This world isn’t easy and they definitely have regrets with how they went about their business. And maybe you’re part of the reason why they left in the first place… Are you willing to forgive? Willing to let them explain why they did what they did? Willing to let your heart fall and trust them one more time?

reblogs are much appreciated &lt;3

[icaroif]

TWISTED GOLD

Smoke wraps dirty hands around your throat, a tearstained, choking memory.

Thieving shadows on the white-washed walls of the great Avolire.

Golden eyes on a golden throne, beloved, glittering, a liar.

A smiling command at gilded feet.

A hunt.

SYNOPSIS

In the wake of an attack on your village that left your father dead and everybody you had ever known missing or the same, you are given one option; find your uncle in the Capital or else run for the hills and never look back.

It was never really a choice anyway.

FEATURES

Play as Male, Female, Non-binary – with separate and custom pronouns.

Choose your weapon, Hand-and-a-half sword, Daggers, Foci: Cuffs, Wand*, or Staff*.

Romance one of your companions, with no set sexuality.

Pursue vengeance or justice for the death of your father, whatever that may entail.

*subject to change

Forum Thread:https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/twisted-gold-wip/111869

DEMO

The RO’s

Rhene(F): Piercing brown eyes and a calm demeanor marks the woman who stands behind you with a taut bow in her hands. When her eyes pin you to the wall, what will she find?

 Rory(M): A nervous smile and boundless crackling energy are constant companions to the young man who stands at your side. Will the lightning spark at your back? Will that smile belong to you?

 August(M): Golden curls and green eyes shine darkly against his skin. Secret lips whisper in your ear. When the truth comes to light, will that gold still shine the same?

 Lyle(NB, M, F) Bright blue eyes of the friend you’ve always known watch you adoringly. To the person who follows you always, will they be able keep you close and safe like they’ve only ever wanted? Will you let them?

Twisted Gold is a fantasy story with a dual-focus on narrative and romance. There are 4 romance options: One female, two male, one gender-choosable (NB, M, F).

[evertidings]

GAME [Updated May 9] // PATREON // FAQ

You are a bounty hunter.

Responsible for taking in rogue supernaturals, you work for IAOS—the International Agency of Supernaturals—where, alongside your best friend and partner, you two have quickly become the best hunting duo in the branch.

After a particularly tricky hunt, you brief your boss, Caine Atheron, and come back to work the next day to find that he has mysteriously disappeared overnight, the company is now in the hands of his best friend, Sebastian Mai.

And though no one else seems to question it, something tells you there's more to the story.

With bounty cases rising at an alarming rate and a second mystery unfolding, you and your ragtag team of allies set out to find the truth.

But as you go further and further, the secrets you uncover begin to make you question: who... or what exactly are you fighting for?

Play as male, female, nonbinary; straight, gay, lesbian, bi/pansexual, gray/demi/asexual, aromantic + have the chance to set your own pronouns

Gather a group of unlikely allies to solve a mystery and uncover a sinister plot

Meet multiple supernatural species and travel to some of their lands

Romance any of five characters, all of which have selectable genders of male, female and non-binary. Tropes include best friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, strangers to lovers, immortal x mortal and forbidden love

Choose a skill set for your hunter (weaponry, traps, cunning or strategy) that will branch off during fight scenes, creating four unique scenarios with different dialogue, choice options and outcomes for each battle

Customize your hunter’s feelings toward supernatural creatures, including levels from friendly to untrusting, and have the choice to form or break alliances

* Rated 15+ for depictions of violence

THE BEST FRIEND.

Arion/Arden/Adair Devereux is your best friend and work partner at IAOS of four years. Reliable and loyal, A is always by your side and there when you need a good laugh. With an easygoing manner and sarcastic sense of humour, A is loved by all, though their greatest friend is you.

Will you blur the lines of friendship? THE RIVAL.

Blane Rekner is a fellow hunter at IAOS and your rival. Blane despises you with a passion and will take every opportunity to make you look bad, often in the form of a snide remark. Cold and startlingly rude, Blane isn’t the most appealing person, but their loyalty and dedication make up for it.

Will you turn your tension into something more than hatred? THE PARTNER.

Nikolas/Noele/Nolan Alves is Blane’s partner at IAOS. Though often overlooked, with soft smiles and genuine kindness, N is someone you can count on when having a bad day. But don’t let that fool you, for N also has a strong will and disregard for being treated badly that will make you rethink double-crossing them.

Will you find something real in a sea of mistrust? THE WARLOCK.

Kian/Kaia/Kai de Vries is a warlock you see out for their expertise. As an immortal, K has learned to keep their cards close to their chest and finds it difficult to trust. Their aloofness and blunt sense of humour may make them difficult to get along with at first, but, once warmed up to you, K is a powerful ally that proves to have a great amount of depth.

Will you fall for someone you know you will have to one day leave behind? THE BOUNTY.

Rylan Villanueva is a bounty you’ve previously failed to capture. A flirt through and through, Rylan’s signature moves are sharp smirks and quick winks, the signs of someone who enjoys the sight of someone flustered. Their sarcasm and charm often take up the forefront of their personality, but, while seemingly shallow with their wandering eyes, Rylan’s bed remains empty, preferring to spend nights alone.

[moonless-if]

PLAY THE DEMO HERE

You are one of the illune, a moonless guard tasked with the protection of the minds of the Royal Family of Spala, and now with the mysterious disappearances of an increasingly large amount of your people.

Set in a fantasy world inspired by ancient mediterranean civilizations, you play as an illune - a moonless mind guard - of the royal family. Unlike humans, moonless have no magical talents but the ability to walk the sleeping minds of others. It is something which historically has made the moonless outcasts of Spala’s society, but since gaining the trust and favor of both the royal family and the senate, things are changing for the better for your people.

Or they were, until moonless started disappearing under mysterious circumstances from the capital city Amelare.

Tasked by the royal family, with only rumors of the missing moonless suffering from strange dreams leading up to their disappearances, you and a small group of companions set out to find out why this is happening. But what will happen when the very same dreams begin to affect you? And what will you do when you discover a far bigger scheme than you could have ever imagined - and truths about the moonless people that will shake the realms to their cores?

The Moonless is the first book in a series of interactive novels, with features including:

The Moonless. Play as a moonless, a homebrew fantasy race of giant, magicless beings.

A fully customizable MC. Decide name, gender, pronouns, appearance, weapons and specialization, among other things.

Build relationships. The Moonless is a relationship driven story, with six potential romance options of different sexualities and genders: two gender-selectable, one non-binary, one female and one male, as well as one (potential) poly route!

Investigate a mystery. Discover the reason behind the disappearances of the moonless people - and the history of both your people and yourself.

Choices that matter. This game is heavily character driven, with choices that will affect your character, your companions and the world at large!

Note: THIS GAME AND BLOG ARE MEANT FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE (18+). Minors DNI. Content warnings will be listed in the demo, and include (but are not limited to) violence, strong language, and sexual themes.

the doppelgänger. SILAS [late 20s, trans gender-selectable, romanceable by any mc]

As the proxy of the heir to Spala’s throne, Silas has spent most of their life living as someone else. Now outside the palace, they are free to lead their own life and yet they seem content to quietly follow you. What else do they hide underneath their mask beside their face?

the smuggler. RAINN [early 30s, non-binary, they/them, romanceable by male / nb mcs]

Like all moonless, Rainn has a distinctly non-human appearance. Dark indigo skin with white, cloud-like patches, lavender hair, and bright silver eyes, they are the very image of a stormy night. But through they easily stand out in a crowd, they’re a master at stealth and an active part of Spala’s moonless underworld. A face from your past, but what are their feelings on your reunion?

the apprentice. KHALIDA [early 20s, trans woman, she/her, romanceable by female / nb mcs]

Though young and untested, there is more than meets the eye with Khalida. Quick with a blade and nimbler than most, she relies more on her physical skill than her magical talents. Loyal to a fault, she was devastated when her mentor became another moonless to have gone missing. Determined to find them, she will stop at nothing to bring them home.

the captain. MAL/MALIK/MALIKA [mid 20s, gender-selectable, romanceable by any mc]

Always with a twinkle in their dark eyes, M would hardly strike anyone as a mighty warrior, and neither does xe want to. As the Captain of the Little Fortune, a private merchant vessel from al-Makāni, all xe wishes for is fun adventure, passionate romance, hold the danger, please.

the unknown one. [REDACTED] [age unknown, cis male, he/him, romanceable by any mc]

He calls to you in your dreams, but there is no face to put to his voice. Moonless - because who else can walk the dreams of others? - with motives as murky as any marsh and a rage to rival the seas. As you search for answers, one question echoes louder in your mind than any other: why does he sound so familiar?

PSA. While I’m perfectly comfortable with anyone headcanoning the cis ROs as trans, DO NOT feel free to imagine my trans characters as cis. Period.

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