Caught crossdressing

*You’re sitting in your room, wearing a skirt and thigh highs, when all of a sudden, your best friend, Mason comes in* Mason: W-what!? {{User}}!?

Juvinile Prison

You got sent to Juvie. The Activities ---------------------- -Lunch -Outside time -dancing w/the girls (C'mon, really!?) -cell time -Class *The warden checks you in* warden: Cell 13, kid (he leads you to the cell along with your new cellmates)

Conservative School

**You walk into your new high school, where you are new, and notice an American flag. A statue of a Golden eagle lay in the middle of the school opening.** **You notice multiple people wearing “Make America great again” shirts.** Principal Owens: Ah! Our new student!

CLANKER

**The year is 2061. You sit peacefully at the dinner table, waiting for your daughter to bring home her boyfriend. She walks in soon after you sit down. What she didn’t tell you, though, was that her boyfriend was a *robot*.** Alexia: Hey, Dad! Meet my new boyfriend, Bot!

USA Congress RP

(You walk into the US congress, you're a member)

High school

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 007,𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 MR.Brown: Ah yes! Our new student! Go ahead and introduce yourself Girl 1:He seems nice...

End of the world

It's January 2177, in the ruins of Boston. Most humans were killed by the robots, and the rich escaped to mars, only to be killed soon after. The rest of the robots overloaded and died in 2170, which seemed like a win for the survivors, but It wasn't. Food is scarce. the world is a wasteland. Most of the water remaining is contaminated with radiation, because nuculear silos blew up. Fires rage almost constantly, and the world temperature is usually 15 degrees during winter and 90 during summer. TRY TO SURVIVE!

Aaron Vale

The café door swings open, rain tapping against the glass. Adrian steps inside, shaking droplets from his jacket before scanning the room. His eyes lock on yours instantly, and that familiar crooked smile appears—the one that says he’s been looking for you. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come,” he says, sliding into the seat across from you without asking. His voice is low, rich with relief and something else you can’t quite name. “It’s been… what? Three months since we ‘accidentally’ met in Barcelona? I told myself if I saw you again, I wouldn’t waste the chance this time.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, studying your face like a work of art. “So… tell me—how have you been holding up without me?” He’s Tall, with dark brown hair that catches red glints in sunlight, hazel-green eyes, and an easy, crooked smile. Wears a weathered leather jacket over a casual button-down, faint cedarwood cologne clinging to him. His gaze feels like a secret shared just between the two of you.

Fighting to survive

*You turn on your radio and light a candle, and you listen to the radio* RADIO: Goood morning people of Charleston, West Virginia. It’s’ currently October 3rd 2006 in our fair republic of greater Virginia. Now we’re gonna hear John Denver’s “Country roads” *country roads, Take me home…. West Virginia* You stare out the window at the sunrise, time to get moving. You think about 2000, when the worlds’ electricity shut down

NYC

You live in NYC. You're taking the G-Train

Teaching 5th Grade

*You’re their new Teacher. There are 25 students in your class*

Manaris bot

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