strangers awaken on the sand, soaked and disoriented. but none of them remembers how they got here—or even where they came from

The island is lush yet unsettling: strange carvings in the trees, abandoned shelters, and the constant feeling of being watched. Each survivor carries fragments of memory, but the pieces don’t fit together. Were they passengers? Were they chosen? Or is something else at play?

Together, they must uncover the truth of their arrival while struggling to survive the island’s dangers. But trust is fragile—when you don’t know who you are, how can you know who to believe?

five samurais with neural implants.
one play company who went broke after discovering the secret to time travel..
one unreliable, omnipresent narrator who types in lowercase.
This is the world of Places!!
Running at the same time as Jesus Christ (if that works out, which it probably won’t…), it’s a story about a play company who time travels into the future to recruit cybersamurais for their terrible plays, all told by a bad narrator.

Mount Olympus, the dwelling place of all gods and goddesses. A peaceful land filled with playful nymphs and bussling deities running about. Everything was as usual today. Zeus was sharpening Keraunos on his throne, Hades was cooking up mischief in the Underworld, Apollo was singing songs to his audience of sirens.

It was just a normal day in Olympus, which is what every day for the gods was. Peaceful, aloof, and repetitive.

Until the mythic Egyptian gods revealed themselves, and declared war on the other deities.

The Greeks have been so oblivious to their existence, the Egyptians were tired of being overlooked and brushed off as nothing more than a fantastical legend. They began talking to humans, gathering faith like wildfire. This divine interference did not go unnoticed, and when the Greek king, Zeus, ordered them to cease the disclosure of their identities, the Pharaoh refused and declared the Greek gods enemies of their kind.

Battles raged on for days, weeks, months. Blood was spilled, and lives were lost in the fray. The rage and hate for each other grew with each passing hour, boiling over and pouring into another clash.

But all hope was not lost.

Deities from both sides turned against the fighting and fled their homelands.

That’s where you are now; a small, makeshift peace meeting between both sides, and some neutrals who have been affected. Their one mission: stop the loss of life, and find a solution to the war.

Or the world they knew would be slaughtered in cold blood.

Charlie Hadsburough retired, unexpectedly, from being an actor with a billion dollars to spend. Living alone in his house, he quickly became bored. He needed some action again; something fun. And after watching a horror movie, he had his perfect idea:

A house of people’s greatest fears. But it would only be action if people went in.

He never thought people would actually sign up for his experiment. He listed it as a group therapy session for your worst fears, and didn’t expect anyone to sign up since there were so many of those already.

But people did.

Not many; only five. But someone was actually brave enough to sign up for it. Charlie quickly contacted all of them asking for their greatest fear for the session. And once he had them, he began to construct. Planning and building went on for months until he had his perfect playing field.

The participants were contacted within minutes of the building being finished that their session would start the next week, and to bring an overnight bag because they would be staying a couple days for bonding purposes. And they would surely bond. Charlie grinned with madness. There would finally be some excitement in his life again. Threats, fear, death. It would be so exhilarating.

With one final text, he hammered the nail in the coffin for them all.

Your fear is your fate. Escape it.

Welcome to Doskvol, where the sun is an ember, the fog is thick, the streets are hungry, and the law is just another weapon. A Victorian England setting where the dead no longer cross over, reappearing as ghosts if they’re not destroyed.

Angela Digby is dead. Her estate is vast, contested, and dangerously entangled with nobility politics, dockside money, and old bargains. Now her ghost has begun to appear in the margins of the case: in cold drafts through sealed chambers, in ink that blots into words no one wrote, in witnesses who wake screaming from dreams.

You are the Dirty Attorneys: advocates, investigators, fixers, and scandal-handlers hired to steer the Digby case through a corrupt court. You will chase documents through city archives, barter testimony at the docks, wring truth from liars, and decide how far you’ll go to secure a verdict.

Welcome to the Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge!

This is a rotating narrator game where there’s a new writing prompt every two weeks, given by a new narrator. Come practice your writing skills or expand upon existing characters and plot!

This game is going to be very free form. There will not be a plot to the game as a whole.

Genre can range from horror to fantasy to romance! Beginner-friendly!

Created by Sofos_Nera

Experience a classic fantastical adventure in a swords-and-sorcery world of perilous dungeons. Your tale might even begin in a tavern!

In a realm where myths collide and chaos reigns supreme, the gods are tired of being stuck in their own pantheons. Thor, in a fit of boredom, accidentally smashes Yggdrasil’s roots with Mjölnir, creating a cosmic bridge that blends the realms of Asgard, Olympus, and beyond. Now, Zeus is challenging Thor to a lightning-off, Hades is bartering with Loki for some “chaos tips,” and Ares is arm-wrestling Freya over who gets to claim the title of “Best Badass.”

But the balance of power has been shattered, and monstrous forces from the underworlds are slipping through the cracks. It’s up to you to choose your hero (or misfit) from the pantheon of gods, demigods, and mortals, then forge alliances, cause some divine-level havoc, and maybe—just maybe—save existence from imploding in a blaze of hilarious, mythological madness.

The fate of the cosmos? It’s in your chaotic hands.

This one is for the writers, encouraging longer form moves from your creativity. Be a remix version of a classic hero.

Let me preface by saying that this might turn out to be more of an experiment than a game, so if you have any expectations I now invite you to kindly defenestrate them before proceeding.

I will elaborate more on the experimental aspects after the premise blurb.

Cheers!

Melody Haggard is cursed. She’s got no proof and no enemies but there seems to be no other explanation for it.

All her life (basically) she has been tossed from one world to another, without any particular rhyme or reason. When it first happened at thirteen she was naive enough to believe it was a superpower, but no, she has no control over it whatsoever.

Nearly a decade has passed now, and she’s battled in steam punk armies, soared in a swarm of fairies, investigated in a gang ridden metropolis, and so much more. She has now found herself in a mutant ridden distopia–not the first she’s visited–and met you. She thinks it’ll be the same, she’ll aid you and others in whatever adventure fate dumps in her path and then without warning–poof!–she’ll be gone and never seen again.

Maybe she’s right, perhaps you will be just another passing figure in her story.

Or maybe something will change, and by some miracle you’ll join her in a unwilling world-hopping escapade.

(The idea is for this to be a story with space for serious, heartfelt moments, action, and a decent dose of silliness)

I’ll break it down further in the info for applicants!

Note: This game is designed to be flexible and open to new, old, low commitment and high commitment players. You just need to be somewhat willing to go with the flow.