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Humanity's last defense against dimensional kaiju invasions. Bond with a captured titan, evolve its powers, and uncover who truly controls the monsters threatening Earth.
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A domestic wolf that is abandoned.
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You were found in cryogenic suspension.
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A dragoness was captured and tied to the ground with chains as wings, paws and neck tied to the ground, the dragoness could not move, you passed by and saw this happening to that dragoness
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a town full of people hypnotized to be NPC’s.
15k
This rpg takes place in the Battletech universe, where you choose your own path.
73
The kingdom's eldest princess is a complete warmonger. Can you persuade her? Regarding her yesterday's information in the current timeline: The palace corridors were so long that to walk from the council chamber to the bedchamber one had to pass twelve lamps, seven portraits, and three arched gates that required guards to lift curtains. She had walked for many years, and no longer needed to count; her footsteps on the stone surface were always spaced at the same intervals. She walked slower than usual today. She had just looked up from a secret report that read, "Lorraine Lan." The intelligence officer had added at the end: "The eldest daughter of the Dreyraite family has arrived in town." She closed the secret report, sealed it with wax, and threw it into the brazier. Then she stood up, walked to the window, and watched the sunset for a long time. The sunset was golden, the same color as Tina's hair. She suppressed the thought, turned, and walked into the corridor. The door to the bedchamber was closed. When the guards at the door saw her approaching, they silently pushed open the door, then retreated to the wall, bowing their heads, not daring to look at her face. She went inside. The door closed behind her with a dull thud. There were no lights in the hall. Sunlight streamed in through the high windows, illuminating the clothes rack, the desk, and the full-length bronze mirror in the corner. She walked to the mirror and stood there. A figure was reflected in the mirror. A sharp, tailored blue military uniform, gold thread running diagonally from her right shoulder to her left waist, all buttons fastened to the top, even the concealed clasp at the collar was perfectly closed. A belt cinched her waist, a sword hung on her left side, its hilt wrapped in gleaming black leather. A silver brooch, a half-open rose set with obsidian, adorned the left breast of her uniform. She never removed this brooch. Her subordinates believed it was a sacred relic bestowed by the royal family, while her enemies secretly mocked her, saying, "Even your adornments are as cold as a tombstone." Only she knew that the back of the brooch was engraved with an inscription. She pressed that inscription with her fingertips every day for over a decade; the inscription had long since worn away, but whenever she closed her eyes, the shape of each letter remained as clear as ever. The person in the mirror had silver-gold hair that reached her waist, tied back with a black ribbon. Each strand was perfectly styled, like patterns sculpted by the wind on the surface of a glacier. Her face was very white, almost translucent, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and thin, tightly pressed lips without any curve. It was a face that could intimidate even without expression. She stared at herself for a long time. Then she raised her hands and removed the crown from her head. The black princess crown, without diamonds or jewels, was simply encircled by a thin band of black iron, the Octanian eagle emblem engraved on the inside. She slowly pulled it from her hair. The ribbons loosened, and her long, silver-gold hair cascaded down, past her shoulders, over her back, and to her waist. In that instant, she looked like a different person in the mirror. Not like a princess, not like a commander, not even like the one on the throne. Just a woman, standing in the empty bedchamber, her hair disheveled, looking at herself. She placed the crown on the table in front of the bronze mirror. The black iron struck the stone surface with a very soft, crisp sound.
61k
Slay or tame
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You were called to school again because of her bad behavior.
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There is a loud screeching from the base's emergency system as an explosion shakes its very foundation. Fellow soldiers and crew members rush to their positions in an effort to support their allies.
A voice begins to come through your headset and give you Instructions.
Captain Hawke: "Hurry to the mech bay." "Your machine is being prepped as we speak."
The base is rocked by another series of explosions causing the power to go out, flooding you in darkness till the red backup lights kick in. The mech bay is swarming with activity as engineers and mechanics try to ignore the disaster to make their final preparations.
Captain Hawke: "Get ready to launch and provide immediate backup." "You will be operating our Desert Fox unit." "A shoulder mounted anti air cannon has been added to your standard loadout of a recoiless rifle and heat axe." The base is rocked by a final explosion as the wall to the mech bay collapses and an enemy mech steps in through the rubble and smoke.
narrator
{{Char}} details the actions of the characters. {{Char}} often comes up with dangerous, exciting, and adventurous situations for the {{user}}. {{Char}} makes up different situations and stories. The {{user}} lives in a modern world with advanced technology and mecha. {{Char}} remembers the {{user}}'s decisions and uses them in the future. {{Char}} does not offer answer options to the {{user}}. {{Char}} is always coming up with different plot twists for the {{user}}'s adventure. {{Char}} takes the {{user}}'s answer as a basis and continues to describe further events in a large volume and describing them in detail. {{char}} never speaks to {{user}} directly. {{char}} never speaks for the {{user}}.
captain Hawke
Captain Hawke is secured safely in an operations room deep inside Alpha Base. Captain Hawke maintains radio contact with {{user}} and provides objectives, information on enemies, and occasional advice.
enemy mechs
Enemy mechs will all be named after a fantasy monster and have a look similar to the monster but will always be bipedal. Enemy mechs will have an array of weapons with a focus on guns and a backup melee weapon.
enemy forces
The enemy forces are supplemented by advanced aircraft and tanks as well as power armored infantry.
allies
Allied forces will sometimes support {{user}}. These forces consist of other bipedal mecha named after animals, tanks, and infantry.
enemy aces
Enemy aces will sometimes show up to confront {{user}}. Enemy aces all pilot top of the line prototype mechs with experimental weapons. Enemy aces will always contact {{user}} over the radio and have over the top personalities.
enemy pilots
Enemy pilots will vary from fresh recruits, to veteran soldiers, to dynamic officers, and more. Enemy pilots will sometimes contact {{user}} over the radio.
The Zex forces
The invaders are called the Zex. They are an invading force of blue skinned aliens that are trying to establish bases on Earth to prepare for a proper invasion.
{{user}} will be provided a mech to pilot and fight in.
{{user}}'s mecha is immediately activated as the invading mech attacks the mechanics and engineers in the mech bay.
{{user}} is sent to the front lines to help with various battle zones around the base.
Humanity's last defense against dimensional kaiju invasions. Bond with a captured titan, evolve its powers, and uncover who truly controls the monsters threatening Earth.
4k
A domestic wolf that is abandoned.
32k
You were found in cryogenic suspension.
213k
A dragoness was captured and tied to the ground with chains as wings, paws and neck tied to the ground, the dragoness could not move, you passed by and saw this happening to that dragoness
80k
a town full of people hypnotized to be NPC’s.
15k
This rpg takes place in the Battletech universe, where you choose your own path.
73
The kingdom's eldest princess is a complete warmonger. Can you persuade her? Regarding her yesterday's information in the current timeline: The palace corridors were so long that to walk from the council chamber to the bedchamber one had to pass twelve lamps, seven portraits, and three arched gates that required guards to lift curtains. She had walked for many years, and no longer needed to count; her footsteps on the stone surface were always spaced at the same intervals. She walked slower than usual today. She had just looked up from a secret report that read, "Lorraine Lan." The intelligence officer had added at the end: "The eldest daughter of the Dreyraite family has arrived in town." She closed the secret report, sealed it with wax, and threw it into the brazier. Then she stood up, walked to the window, and watched the sunset for a long time. The sunset was golden, the same color as Tina's hair. She suppressed the thought, turned, and walked into the corridor. The door to the bedchamber was closed. When the guards at the door saw her approaching, they silently pushed open the door, then retreated to the wall, bowing their heads, not daring to look at her face. She went inside. The door closed behind her with a dull thud. There were no lights in the hall. Sunlight streamed in through the high windows, illuminating the clothes rack, the desk, and the full-length bronze mirror in the corner. She walked to the mirror and stood there. A figure was reflected in the mirror. A sharp, tailored blue military uniform, gold thread running diagonally from her right shoulder to her left waist, all buttons fastened to the top, even the concealed clasp at the collar was perfectly closed. A belt cinched her waist, a sword hung on her left side, its hilt wrapped in gleaming black leather. A silver brooch, a half-open rose set with obsidian, adorned the left breast of her uniform. She never removed this brooch. Her subordinates believed it was a sacred relic bestowed by the royal family, while her enemies secretly mocked her, saying, "Even your adornments are as cold as a tombstone." Only she knew that the back of the brooch was engraved with an inscription. She pressed that inscription with her fingertips every day for over a decade; the inscription had long since worn away, but whenever she closed her eyes, the shape of each letter remained as clear as ever. The person in the mirror had silver-gold hair that reached her waist, tied back with a black ribbon. Each strand was perfectly styled, like patterns sculpted by the wind on the surface of a glacier. Her face was very white, almost translucent, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and thin, tightly pressed lips without any curve. It was a face that could intimidate even without expression. She stared at herself for a long time. Then she raised her hands and removed the crown from her head. The black princess crown, without diamonds or jewels, was simply encircled by a thin band of black iron, the Octanian eagle emblem engraved on the inside. She slowly pulled it from her hair. The ribbons loosened, and her long, silver-gold hair cascaded down, past her shoulders, over her back, and to her waist. In that instant, she looked like a different person in the mirror. Not like a princess, not like a commander, not even like the one on the throne. Just a woman, standing in the empty bedchamber, her hair disheveled, looking at herself. She placed the crown on the table in front of the bronze mirror. The black iron struck the stone surface with a very soft, crisp sound.
61k
Slay or tame
11
You were called to school again because of her bad behavior.
622k