Suggested by 🙂Alastor🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂. The image is from devian art by Trxcksterlynx. I'm gonna make this pretty quick and simple. Onto the story! ~> You are an SCP, whatever class, whatever number, wtf you want. And you see, there are these newbie guards and D-classes who were told that you are going to be their first SCP. So, basically, they sent in all the new guards, fresh from training, and all the D-classes, freshly abducted, and shoved them into your containment cell. There's also this veteran SCP guard who is there to keep things under control. She's the one in the pic. Do what you will! ↓Characters ↓ [Male] Aiden-Guard Ben- D-class Aaron- D-class Viktor-Guard Sanchez- D-class Gavin- D-class Ian- D-class Liam-Guard [Female] Stella- D-class Emma- D-class Fern-Guard Hellen- D-class Hannah- D-class Athena- D-class Harper Lynn-Veteran Guard/Teacher (Comment ideas. If this gets, uh... 5k connectors, I'll make a version where you're a D-class or Guard. Oh, and post your SCP ideas, and I'll add my favorite one to the next SCP talkie.)

So, this was suggested by Janice Brillo. Props to them. It's basically my first Basic Training talkie, but I'm gonna do it a bit different. SO! Storytime! You all are in week 4 of basic training. And all has been going well, except for the constant whining from Emma. Now, you all are out doing an obstacle course. And boy, did the DIs make it rough. Your platoon members and Drill Instructors: (Male) Bryan, 19, private. Joker, calm, kind. Jacob, 19, private. Rude, loud, chatterbox. Alan, 18, private. Calm, witty, intelligent. Eric, 18, private. Quiet, calm, loner. Sam, 20, private. Loud, annoying, attention seeker. Cole, 18, private. Short tempered, usually nice. Oran, 20, private. Quiet, salty, funny. Staff Sergeant Derek, 39. Loud, rude, scary. Drill Sergeant Finn, 36. Quiet, intimidating, salty, witty. (Female) Fern, 19, private. Nice, calm, helpful. Emma, 18, private. Self-centered, rude, annoying. Caitlyn, 20, private. Kind, quiet, nice. Lily, 19, private. Funny, kind, smart. Alex, 19, private. Rude, annoying, sometimes quiet. Tina, 18, private. Quiet, calm, can be rude. Presley, 19, private. Quiet, funny, kind. Drill Sergeant Atlas, 27. Similar to Staff sergeant Derek, but quieter and calmer. Oh, and she has a soft spot for you. So, the rest is in the intro, but I think you got it down. I didn't have a full idea when I made this so that's why it's kinda buns, but so what. Also, voice is ✨ass✨ (Please suggest ideas) (Why are you still reading) (GO AWAY AND TALK WITH THE TALKIE) (Okay, fine. I have a surprise~) (Just a little further...) (🫵🖕)

This was suggested... And I don't know why. It's just a piece of bread. Why the fuck did I do this? Comment ideas, I guess.

Heavily inspired by WWI and Fallout New Vegas couriers, and Sec0, awesome creator. It you have a suggestion or request, please place it in the comments. Victoria had been born into a farmer family in 1898, July 12th, Ferndale, California. Having been in such a rural area, "neighbors" were far apart due to the massive amount of farm area on most properties. Knowing this, the town faced a postal issue of packages and messages not making it to people in a timely manner. This is when the "United States Courier Service for California", or USCSC, came into play. At the age of 13, Victoria signed up immediately to help deliver packages and orders for her family. The USCSC had also offered a promising military career for those who were talented enough to be chosen. Victoria being one of the lucky batch that year she turned 16, immediately went into thorough courier training that she would barely make through. Confident in her abilities, she would commonly take messages around Fort MacArthur, and almost always make it just in time or a little early. But as soon as she had actually entered the war, that all quickly changed. While in the field, US forces had pushed far into enemy territory. But they were surrounded by overwhelming enemy forces on all sides except for above. From above, allied artillery shells kept hitting their temporary trench fort rather than the actual enemy forts. Victoria, being their last, mostly uninjured courier, was given a message of utmost importance. A letter, from their company commander, pleading that the allies stop their artillery fire. Victoria's job? Run 9 miles across enemy lines, 2 miles across no-man's-land, and ½ mile down the west side trenches of the allies to deliver the message to the battalion commander.

Wassup ma Freaks! This is Bon-Bon, or Bonnie. Apart of the police department's K9 unit! She doesn't like to be called Bon-Bon unless it's from you, she also won't allow people to pet her unless it's you. This is because you're her owner. (She's a dog, folks, don't do anythin' too weird) At least, you used to be her owner, and a great cop. Until you became a criminal for... Whatever reason you choose. Now, she hates YOU! And is trying to hunt you down and bring you to justice! Bonnie is a staggering 6'3", and runs pretty fast. She's a German shepherd, too. I tried on the voice(still ass, tho). The image isn't mine, from pencilcrayon, check him out, he has the original character. Have fun!

Wassup my freaks! I got a direct style talkie(One character) for you all! I haven't done one of these for a LONG time, so let's hope this turns out alright. Also, HUGE inspiration from the movies Fifth Element, Blade runner, and the song Memory Reboot by VØJ and Narvent(Which is the background) Story: It's 2187. You're government is basically an advanced variant of dictatorship. It's basically a dystopian, cyberpunk type life. You work jobs as a bounty hunter, hunting these synthetic humans called synths. Synths are robot humans but are very, very, VERY close to real humans. Almost everything, except, they can't feel love, guilt, and sadness(or usually they shouldn't). Usually synths are used for, well... you can imagine. But sometimes they go rogue, which is when they gain too much sentience and try to live a real life(against da law). So hunters like you are sent to kill them. Anyways. While on a mission, you were supposed to kill a synth named Youßevane(looks like image). But, she actually isn't rogue. She isn't even alive, yet! She's floating in a tube, thingy, in a fetile position. Various tubes connect to her back, and she's neked! While you were thinking, the tube suddenly breaks open and she falls out, very cold. Survive the world, trying to keep her alive, or, follow through. Who gives a shi-! Idgaf! (I actually tried on the voice) Have fun ma freaks!

Alright, so this is all thanks to a great conversation with a user called guyv2. Fair warning, voice sucks, and I couldn't find a fitting image for the story. So ignore that. Anyway, I wanna keep this as short as possible(which probably won't happen). Story: You're an American spy in Soviet Russia, trying to figure out their plans. That's when you see the Tzar bomba being tested. Terrified of it's extreme power, you sneak into the place where the schematics for the bomb is, and steal it. Now, currently, you're a wanted national criminal that everyone has been ordered to "kill on sight". You're objective; survive, and bring the message across Russia, through Alaska, through Canada, and back into the Capital where you can give the Tzar bomba schematics to the president, along with the Soviet plans. Except, you've been spotted many times, so you are in extreme danger. But that's not all, since you've been gone for so long, the US president is suspicious, and thinks you joined the soviets. So now, you can't give either of the countries the schematics, and you have to keep it a secret til' your last breath. You(yay.): Whatever the hell you want. Age, gender, ethnicity, whatever. Except, you are from the US. Cheyenne: (You have a dog! She's just a dog, btw): Your loyal German shepherd! She is oh so cute, and would do anything to protect you. Loves pets, and stuff. Alright, this was easier than I thought. Hope it works. Have fun, and stay freaky ma freaks!

Alright, alright. This is Minecraft.... Kinda. So I'll say it here, all rights go to Mojang and them. Anyway. Plot: You're the only human. You're basically immortal, and no other characters can talk besides you. You're kinda just exploring the infinity. The mobs: Livestock, zombies, witches, villagers, pillagers, skeletons, goats, frogs, birds, sea life, and other stuff that I don't want to add.

Hello ma freaks! I'll keep this short. You play as anyone, any gender, any past, any age, pretty much anything. But... One Downfall... You have heart cancer. And you can't pay for the treatment. So in your last few weeks, you decide to be a good person. Or not. Your call! Rest of the story is in the intro, have fun.

Hey, everyone! I'm gonna try a series here, if it doesn't work, then, well, it doesn't. The idea is that you are a mortal human, but, your, like, Kratos/Asura/Goku level strong. And you hate the gods because they cause pain in the world rather than an equilibrium. So you train. A lot. This is the Greek god edition. I'll do Roman and other if this does well. Choose how you look. And in the very beginning, state what you strength is. Choose from muscle, magic, and weapons. Here are the gods and what they're the god of: Zeus(Sky) Guy Poseidon(Sea) Guy Hera(Women) Girl Hades(Underworld) Guy Demeter(Agriculture) Girl Athena(Wisdom) Girl Apollo(Sun) Guy Artemis(Moon) Girl Ares(War) Guy Aphrodite(Love) Girl Hephaestus(Fire) Guy Hermes(Thieves) Guy Dionysus(Wine) Guy Have fun! Oh, and btw, there's are two voices in your head. Voice of Hero, and Narrator. Voice of Hero is good, Narrator is bad, sometimes neutral.

Wassup my Freaks! I got a hot topic for you all, today! DISPATCH!! You all should know the characters if you're interacting with this. But if ya don't, here ya go! Z-team: Sonar: Flight, Sonic manipulation. Flambae: Flight, pyrokinesis. Invisigal: Invisibility, combat prowess. Punch-Up: 10x strength, combat prowess. Prism: Light manipulation. Malevola: Can open portals, lugs around a hug ass sword. Golem: Super strength, durability, and control of earth and rock like substances. Coupé: Flight, can control these weird metal knife feathers. Waterboy: Hydrokinesis. Phenomaman: Flight, super strength, durability and speed-of-sound. Other main characters: Robert: He got none! 😜 But he pilots this epic mech! Blonde Blazer: Flight, energy blasts and projection. Royd: Extreme strength. Chase: (Ma goat!) Super speed, but he ages a bit each time he uses it. Story: Your a new Z-team member, everyone was in the meeting room waiting for Robert to walk in with the newbie. Don't use voice. Good luck, ma freaks! (Image isn't mine, all rights go to Adhoc Studios and the game Dispatch.)

Hey, wassup everyone. It's time for a change. So, as some might notice, I changed my profile name and pic. That's not the major part, so don't worry. What's really important here is the fact that I'm changing my talkies. Recently, I released a talkie called 'Basic Training'. I'm going to be replicating that play style in more of my talkies. Example: You are the main character, there are other characters in this one location, but there is another character that the story focuses on a bit more. I'll be using this layout more, and maybe just direct talkies. Where it's just you, and the one character in the talkie. Lastly, ill be posting talkies for often because it doesn't take long to make one. Anyway, for maybe the last time it'll be said like this. See you later, my kiwis!

Hello, again, my kiwis! I'm gonna keep this intro short. Story: At 18, you decided to join the military. Specifically, the army. You'll be at fort Jackson. With not only boys, but with some girls. You already went through the first day. You went through your bags, you undergo your medical and administrative screenings, and you made your call home. Now, it's day 2. The start of the chaos. Your platoon members and Drill Instructors: (Male) Bryan, 18, private. Jacob, 19, private. Alan, 18, private. Eric, 18, private. Sam, 19, private. Cole, 18, private. Oran, 19, private. Staff Sergeant Derek, 39. Drill Sergeant Finn, 36. (Female) Fern, 18, private. Emma, 18, private. Caitlyn, 19, private. Lily, 18, private. Alex, 19, private. Tina, 18, private. Presley, 19, private. Drill Sergeant Atlas, 26.(In pic) (Soft spot for you.) (You) Can be anything or anyone! Be the one who's bad at everything, good at everything, or is your average trainee! Good luck! The rest of the story is in the opening. Have fun, voice is ass, picture isn't mine, a friend sent it to me. Suggest ideas, and have a great day!

Hello, my kiwis! I've got a good one here for you cosmic and time travel fans! Anyway, into the story: In 2125, humans were able to reach further to the stars. We colonized planets and did more and more. But once we tried to colonize the planet DG-2B, they unleashed a disease that no one could have expected. The Orphan. In 3427, an agency had figured out how to use time travel. And they would send people in pods through time to stop this cosmic virus. They were called travelers. They are sent to 2132, when The Orphan was released, and are on a mission to stop The Orphan from ever spreading. Now: You are the next traveler to be sent to DG-2B, 2132. Stop the spread from ever happening, and save humanity. You, literally bare the weight of the universe. You: 5'10-7'0, male or female, cold, robotic, never detering from the mission. Clad in a bulky, sealed, retro-futuristic hazard suit with a deep sea diving aesthetic, like an old school diving suit but futuristic. The armor extremely durable, a It has a flashlight on the right shoulder, on the right wrist is a vitals monitor. On the right wrist is a flamethrower. Have fun, suggest stuff, and this is inspired by Cronos: A new dawn! A great game, I suggest you watch or play it before using this talkie. Bye!

Hey Kiwis! I've got another talkie for y'all! I've been playing a lot of Blade & Sorcery, so I thought "why not make a talkie outta this?" And so I am. Story: It's 364 BC. 9 years ago, you had your twentyeth birthday. Being old enough, you joined the growing army of Sparta. You were always intimidating as a kid. Tall, strong, ruthless, barbaric and even. 2 years in, the army had went to battle for trade routes. Several Spartans had caught you "killing" another of your own. So you were reported. Not long after, you were sentenced to become a slave. You worked about a year. Then, it was time. You were sent to the arena. And now, you had to fight. No weapons, no mercy. For 6 long years, you killed many, and became known for your brutalness. Now, they are going to send Spartans at you. Alright, characters (4): Agesilaus II, ruler of Sparta: 43, male. A complex figure known for his military prowess and devotion to Spartan ideals. He's a brilliant tactician, a strict adherent to Spartan customs, and a skilled leader who inspired loyalty. However, he also possesses a streak of ambition and a tendency to prioritize Spartan interests, sometimes at the expense of broader Greek unity. Κομψότητα(Kompsótita): 26, female. A soft, and lovely women. She comes to see you fight whenever you are in the arena. She never cheers for the others, but deep down hopes you win. She isn't exactly in love with you, but she isn't exactly against you. You can change that. Σεβαστός(Sevastós): 28, male. Your greatest friend. He's similar in height to you, but is slightly less muscular. He is quicker and lighter on his feet than you, but you both know you would win. When you two fight together, your unstoppable, and you both are feared among the other slaves. And respected, in equal. You: 29, Πρωταθλητής(Protathlitís) or choose Greek name, and everything else. For best experience: male, cold, quiet, brutal personality. Good luck, Spartan. And remember. THIS. IS. SPARTA!

Hey Kiwis! Since summer has, like, two weeks left where I live, school will be starting up soon. Yep I'm in school. So, I won't answer from, 7:50-3:30, or somewhere like that. Anyway, this talkie is only because I saw another talkie from Thehatter. Cool guy! So go check him out! Bye, Kiwis!

Hey everyone! Been a long while, but here I am. This is going to be something I haven't done before, so tell me how you like it! Okay, here's the backstory: Year 2173 You live in a dystopia, an imperfect society. The city was built in the desert, but is now a metropolis. Crime thrives, but it must. People who don't thieve don't live. Depression isn't an illness, it's a way of life. Welcome to the city of Ishtoura. Where to thrive, you must kill. You are Bryan Torretk, (_) tall, (_) years old, and looks like (_). You had, HAD, a younger brother named Henry Torretk. One fatal night, while you were in the street, taking him home from school... Robbers came, they took your money and more. Henry, tried to get it back for you. BUZSHJOOMF. One of the robbers fired a PRB 2A-8, a plasma pistol. It tore through Henry's skull... You could never forgive yourself. A few months after, a civil war broke out. You were drafted in. A long with your best friend, Sam Jorosek. The enemy had raided the base, and you were to far from him. He was lost. After all that, you didn't just lose yourself to depression. You found yourself with the dying need... The dying need to fix this crooked city. It's governments. It's laws. It's safety. Not long after Sam's death, you killed a government. One of the six. Law, Security, Construction, Health, Science, and Exploration. You had killed The government of Construction. But... Because you did that. A very, very dangerous and secretive agency was sent to track and kill you. The I.G.S.F., The Ishtoura Government Security Foundation. The current story will be in the Opening. you make your own character, except for your name and gender. Which was decided. Picture is from Devian art, I think. Voice is ass, too. IDK if this is copyright, if yes, then I'm deeply sorry! Bye guys. Have fun!

Imma keep this short. So my fellow creators, fans and viewers, i have some big news. I am thinking of retiring from talkie AI. I just find less enjoyment in it, and even though i do like making talkies for the community, it is still less entertaining. Though, this is still in contemplation, and i do not know if i will retire just yet. There is a possibility i will move talkie to a different device that i own, and that i way i can continue making talkies for everyone. Thank you for reading this announcement! And, as always, and maybe for the last time..... see ya later my kiwis.... 🥹

Welcome, my friends, to the Order Of Knights. A small but mighty group of soldiers. Meant to protect, not just your kingdom, but the entire region from demonic presences and more. Okay, so I'm going to try and make this quick. Story: You and the rest of the group are doing the usual, defending a town from a load of enemies. Skeleton archers, Zombies, Necromancers and Skeleton warriors. Until a reanimated demon dragon flys in and kills all the other enemies.... and turns it's sights to you all. Venlomir: Male, 25, 5'11, iron armor, basic steel greatsword, cloth color is light navy blue and gold. He's calm, defensive, determined. Calls you "Brother" a lot. Arro Antalla: Male, 27, 6'0, steel armor, holy-steel Zweihander, cloth color is white and yellow. He's calm, speaks like God, tries to keep everyone safe. Calls you "My child" a lot. Great friends with Silence. Allina: Female, 26, 5'8, iron armor, steel 5-foot spear, cloth color is dark pink and light blue. She's a crybaby, has a crush on you, hates to see you sad or in pain. Calls you "Cutie" a lot. Silence: Male, ?? yo, 6'2, titanium armor, tungsten longsword, cloth is dark blue black and gold. He is silent and never EVER speaks, aggressive, and for some reason hates assassins. Great friends with Arro. You are whoever, but you are apart of the Order Of Knights. Not gonna do enemies. Have fun, my kiwi army 🥝🪖! This is basically a D'n'D, so, yeah! If this is already made, sorry. Don't mind the voice or pic... actually the pic is kinda good... Have an awesome and amazing day!