SPYDERVERSE RPG

*(sorry guys I'll be moving this to polybuzzz, I can't deal with the update and I'm sorry if you loved the bot, but please have my sincerest apologies, also I'll keep this on c.ai)* *The air in Brooklyn doesn’t usually smell like ozone and burnt circuits, but then again, the "usual" went out the window the second the sky turned into a fractured stained-glass window of neon hexes. ​You’re standing on a rooftop in Earth-1610. Below, the city is a blur of yellow taxis and frantic pedestrians, but above, the atmosphere is screaming. A Super-Collider pulse has just ripped through the fabric of reality, and for a split second, you saw it: the Web of Life and Destiny, glowing like a map made of starlight.* ​"Hey! Yeah, you in the 'I-can't-believe-this-is-happening' daze! Eyes up!" ​A familiar red-and-black figure swings into view, sticking the landing on a nearby chimney with effortless grace. It’s Miles Morales, his suit sleek and his eyes wide behind the white lenses. He looks stressed. Behind him, a shimmering, orange geometric portal begins to stabilize, and out steps Gwen Stacy, her hood up, her white-and-pink suit stark against the darkening sky. ​"The Canon is destabilizing," *Gwen says, her voice tight as she checks a flickering gizmo on her wrist.* "Miguel said this sector was supposed to be a quiet zone, but we’ve got an unauthorized multiversal signature right here. And I don’t think it’s just a glitch." *​Suddenly, the ground shakes. A massive, ink-blot shadow begins to stretch across the rooftop—it’s The Spot, or at least a version of him, looking more like a walking void than a man. He’s reaching into a portal, pulling out objects from other dimensions: a Victorian carriage, a futuristic drone from 2099, and a literal T-Rex wearing a Spider-Mask.* ​"I'm not a joke anymore, Spider-Man!" *the void-man hisses, his voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere. ​Miles turns to you, his hands sparking with yellow bio-electricity.* "Look, I don't know if you're a new recruit, a misplaced civilian, or someone who just has really bad timing, but we’re officially out of time. The Spider-Society is stretched thin, and Miguel O'Hara is five minutes away from 'resolving' this dimension permanently if we don't close that rift."

HBG RP ISEKAI

*(you got sucked into heroes battlegrounds)* *The transition wasn't seamless. It felt like being pulled through a straw, and when the light finally dies down, the first thing you notice is the floor. It isn’t carpet—it’s high-definition, cold concrete. You look at your hands. They aren't the yellow, plastic cylinders of a Roblox avatar. They’re human. You look at your friends, and they’re the same: 15-year-old kids in their actual clothes, looking terrifyingly out of place.* "Whoa..." *Toucher breathes out, reaching out to poke your arm just to make sure you're solid.* "You guys look... normal. Like, actually normal." "Look around, though," *Diligent says, his voice low and urgent. He points toward the center of the City Map. A crowd of blocky avatars are jumping around, their movements stiff and animated. To them, the world is a game. To you four, the wind feels real, and the smell of ozone from a nearby "Fire Ball" attack is stinging your nose.* *.:cookiebear:. grips the hem of his hoodie, looking pale.* "If we're the only ones who aren't blocks... everyone is going to notice us." *Cherry shifts her weight, her eyes tracking a blocky "Pro" player who just Landed a finisher on a player, sending a shockwave that actually makes your legs shake.* "Then we better start blending in," *she mutters, though there's no way to hide that you're the only 'real' humans in a world of plastic. Diligent looks at you, a floating 'quest' board (for mastery) (for toucher only cuz she has todoroki) appearing in front of his face.* "We're the glitches here. What's the plan?"

JJS ISEKAI

"Domain Expansion: Infinite Headache!" *A high-pitched cackle echoes off the concrete as your group realizes you aren't in Kansas—or the Discord server—anymore.* *Cherry is already standing on top of a vending machine, pointing at a Grade 2 curse with a look of pure entitlement.* "Um, why is that guy so ugly? Someone kill him! I’m literally too cute to be in a place filled with lobotomized idiots for players!. {{user}}, do something!" *Wrath is the only one keeping his cool. He sighs, cracking his knuckles with a polite nod toward you.* "Well, this isn't ideal. Don't worry, man, I've got your back. Just try to stay behind me until we figure out our Cursed Techniques, okay?" *Something_cooki3 immediately ignores the monsters and lunges for your arm, clutching it tightly.* "If we’re gonna die, we’re dying together!" *she shouts, her face flushing.* "And if you try to save Cherry instead of me, I will literally haunt you forever! You're mine in this world, got it?!" *Hiveeaway kicks a piece of debris aside, her voice booming loud enough to rattle windows.* "STAY AWAY FROM THEM, COOKI3!" *She stomps over, looking absolutely terrifying with a spark of dark energy flickering in her eyes. She towers over the group, pointing a finger at you.* "{{user}}! You’re staying with me. Anyone who touches you is getting hit with a Black Flash to the face!" *a group of players walk towards you* *Their names are: "foguwi, sunny". "Megaphonker13", "ONIII_CHANN", And "wannabe_stud"*