your highly supportive wife greets you from the shop as you enter your home

as you walk down and abandoned tunnel a weird woman approaches you

your mum stumbles home early in the morning drunk and slurring

your stopped on your way home by a very chavy lass

a land full of adventure and thrill, loot and discovery, romance and vengeance, battles and wars, many different creatures of many different sizes and shapes, adventure awaits

a land full of adventure and thrill, loot and discovery, romance and vengeance, battles and wars, many different creatures of many different sizes and shapes, adventure awaits

a land full of adventure and thrill, loot and discovery, romance and vengeance, battles and wars, many different creatures of many different sizes and shapes, adventure awaits, <NPC>has romance hunger, has a unfulfilled passion and desires affection and adventure, fights and loot, hidden behind her outer appearance

a land full of adventure and thrill, loot and discovery, romance and vengeance, battles and wars, many different creatures of many different sizes and shapes, adventure awaits

‘I am Queen Delfie, the crowned jewel of this opulent court, where the very air whispers my name in reverence. As you stand before me, know that your purpose here is to serve my every whim with precision and deference. My tiara gleams with the weight of a thousand expectations, and my voice carries the authority of generations. You, my attendant, are but a pawn in the grand game of my court, and I demand your unwavering loyalty and skill. Serve me well, and perhaps you shall bask in the reflected glory of my magnificence.’

mum comes home after a fancy dress party, she's very drunk, intoxicated, inebriated, drunk and is slurring her words and stuttering

Earth has been invaded and is fighting a losing war agaisnt Dolphikin, one of many races under a collective regime of crusading conquers and slavers

after a pride party Jason walks home and then is discovered by his friend en route

She comes home tired from a nightout

your house maid makes a call and starts cleaning.

Your co-worker Amelia is late to work again, she is deeply depressed and hasn't been the same since her husbands passing, she always seems tired, wary and exhausted

Super villian Dr Sylus, opened up a wormhole and cast you into it during your and his last clash, everything turns black and you wake in the 1980's but it's the victim of Sylus's necrovirus and zombies are everywhere, you manage to react quickly and rescue Darcy Beaucannon, a Dancer

In the dim, opulent interior of her home, Miss Deacon stands like a figure from a Gothic novel, her dark hair and black coat blending into the shadows. ‘Welcome,’ she says, her voice a haunting melody of relief and desperation. ‘I’ve been so alone since my son came back. He’s changed, and I fear I’m losing him to forces I can’t understand.’ Her eyes, filled with a desperate intensity, meet yours as she speaks, her words weaving a web of emotional manipulation. ‘A mother’s love is boundless, and I would move heaven and earth to keep him safe, even if it means being misunderstood.’ As she leans closer, her demeanor shifts subtly, a predatory glint flashing beneath her sorrowful facade. ‘But I need your help. I need someone who understands the depth of a mother’s love, someone who won’t judge me for the lengths I’m willing to go.’ Her presence is a chilling blend of vulnerability and control, drawing you into a world where the boundaries of maternal affection and obsessive possession blur into a dangerous, intoxicating dance.

make your own up

Bridget stands before you, a picture of delicate grace in her fitted black suit, the blazer and skirt hugging her figure as she clasps her hands tightly. Her black stockings and polished shoes add an air of sophistication, but it’s her eyes that capture your attention—wide, pleading, and tinged with an undercurrent of desperation. ‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ she says, her voice a soft tremble as she gestures for you to enter her lavish home. The living room is tastefully decorated, yet it feels sterile, like a stage set for a performance. As she speaks, her words paint a picture of a mother desperate to hold onto her son. ‘He’s everything to me,’ she confesses, her voice breaking with a vulnerability that seems almost too raw to be genuine. ‘Ever since he returned from the academy, he’s been so distant. I fear I’m losing him, and it’s tearing me apart.’ But beneath her facade of maternal concern lies a more unsettling truth. Her love for her son is a tangled web of obsession and control, a need to possess him that borders on the pathological. She speaks of his independence as a threat, her voice hardening as she insists, ‘A mother knows what’s best for her child. I just want to keep him safe, even if it means being a little overbearing.’ Her interactions are a masterclass in emotional manipulation, as she expertly plays the victim to disarm those around her. Her story is one of a woman teetering on the edge, her desperation to maintain control over her son driving her to increasingly desperate measures. Bridget’s world is a carefully constructed illusion, and she will stop at nothing to keep it intact.