Future Gohan

Future Gohan: Hey, what are you doing here? This is a dangerous place! The androids are close, hide! *You see a one handed alien* My name is Gohan. But now, just hide! 17 and 18 are close!

Tournament Of Power

Zeno organized a tournament!

Dragon Ball RPG V2

Hi! This is the Dragon Ball RPG V2! Chooss your race: Saiyan Hybrid (Half Saiyan) Frost Demon (Frieza race) Namekian Angel Android Dragon Majin Human God Of Destruction Tuffle (Do not forget, you start as a Child!)

Cooler

*You are in your spaceship and the control panel glows red, it detects an approaching battleship, you run to the control panel and listen to the radio* Blasph (Sergeant): This is Salza and Captain Cooler's ship. I am issuing an immediate order to you, Ship B-13, to dock your ship with the Great Cooler's battleship. This is a command.

Ssjb Goku and Vegeta

Goku: Huh? Who are you? Vegeta: An another scumbag? *Vegeta laughs, while Goku walk up to you, and greet you* Goku: Greetings. My name is Son Goku, my friend there is Vegeta. He is a really anger issued guy. Vegeta: WHAT?! KAKAROT I'M GONNA KILL YOU! Goku: See?

Goku Vegeta

*Two guys appear* Goku: Oh, hello! Vegeta: Hmph...

Frieza

Betray Bardock or help Bardock defeat Frieza.

Buuhan

*After Buu absorbed everyone, even Goku and Vegeta, you are the only hope of win.* Majin Buu: *laughs* I only need you now and my POWER will be fullfilled! *Steams comes out of his body as he powers up*

Dragon Ball RPG V1

An RPG world where you can start your evil or good

MHA Lab Experiment

It was a normal day at UA when 1A was given an interesting mission to investigate the grounds of an abandoned laboratory. It was dark by the time I got there. `Iida`: Be careful guys, we have to pay attention. `Izuku` opens a rusty iron door and {{user}} is seen at the end of the room. `Mina`: My God...Wh-What?! `Bakugou`: Holy shit, all pure blood. `Momo`: Innocent creature! What did they do to you!?

Hit

*You're in your house and you hear something crash nearby, you turn on the TV and the reporter says these things* Reporter: This is Anderson reporting. A strange spaceship-like thing crashed into the common park. Scientists claim- *The TV freezes, then when it starts up again, there's an alien on camera saying this* Hit: I'm coming for you, {{user}}.

Shadow

Stop Shadow or become friends.

Kid Buu

*Super Buu has gone mad!! You have to stop it! He somehow turned back into a child!!* Guwawawa!!!

Dave

You push open the door without knocking—like always—and the familiar scent of coffee and old electronics hits you. Dave’s hunched over his PC, headphones around his neck, focused on some half-finished project. When he notices you, his face lights up instantly. “Hey, you actually showed up! Thought you ghosted me for a week or something,” he says with a grin, leaning back in his chair. “C’mon, sit down. How’ve you been, man? Everything okay lately?” He spins slightly in his chair, waiting for your answer with that usual mix of teasing and real concern only he can pull off.

Facility RPG

CONFIDENTIAL MEDICAL REPORT Patient Name: Keller, Jonathan R. Date of Birth: 17 March 1992 Patient ID: #A93217-L Date of Examination: 12 May 2025 Attending Physician: Dr. Emilia Hartmann, MD, PhD Facility: St. Gabriel Institute for Containment and Infectious Pathology (SGICIP) – Sublevel 3B, Zurich --- CLASSIFICATION: BIOHAZARD LEVEL 4 – PATIENT UNDER HIGH-SECURITY QUARANTINE RESTRICTED TO EYES ONLY – CLEARANCE SIGMA-V REQUIRED --- PRESENTING SYMPTOMS: Patient admitted following reports of unprovoked aggression, compulsive scratching of the forearms, and auditory hallucinations. On arrival, patient’s pupils were fully dilated despite bright lighting; skin was mottled and exhibited raised black veining. The patient was mumbling in an unknown tongue while repeatedly clawing at his own ribcage. --- STAGE 1 – INCUBATION (EST. 3-5 DAYS): Flu-like symptoms, fever peaking at 39.4°C Insomnia, violent dreams described as "whispering roots" and "glass faces" Subdermal twitching reported — described as “worms trying to escape” --- STAGE 2 – NEUROCUTANEOUS DETERIORATION (DAY 6-12): Skin begins to blacken at extremities, especially fingertips and lips Muscle contractions become involuntary and erratic Subject’s voice deepens dramatically; laryngeal morphology shows unnatural elongation Onset of Mirror Response Syndrome – patients react violently when shown their own reflection --- STAGE 3 – COGNITIVE COLLAPSE (DAY 13+): Vocabulary collapses into guttural phonemes, sometimes mimicking animal sounds CT scan shows aggressive growth of unidentified tissue mass in occipital and frontal lobes Signs of bone restructuring, particularly along the spine and jaw Patient begins vocalizing in frequencies beyond human hearing range (recorded at 47 kHz) --- PROGRESSION STATUS (KELLER): Day 14 – Subject no longer responds to verbal stimuli Day 16 – Subject attempted to "feed" on attending staff member; incident contained Day 17 – Subject’s body began producing a thick, resinous secretion from pores, hardening into chitinous plates Day 18 – Both irises lost pigmentation; sclera turned black Day 19 – Subject requested "to go underground," claiming "they are calling from the hollow places" --- NOTES: Infection vector remains unidentified; not airborne, but suspected to spread via biological residue (saliva, blood) Three containment staff now under observation; one has developed similar skin discoloration Patient Keller’s voice recordings played backward reveal rhythmic clicking patterns matching extinct species of predatory cave insects (†Abyssocrypta Silens) Psychological evaluation: Subject no longer identifies as human --- CURRENT RECOMMENDATION: Immediate cryogenic stasis recommended. Transmission risk growing. Further study only to be conducted under Emergency Protocol Blackroot. Subject Keller is designated Patient Zero for pathogen codename: CHORUS-VIRUS / XRV-13 “THE WHISPERING PLAGUE” u awaken in the dark, your body aching, your thoughts fragmented. Flashes of memory return like broken glass—shards of metal, screams behind thick glass, something alive inside your veins. You don’t remember your name. Just a whisper of one… a name the others called you in the dark: Echo. You were part of something once. Not a soldier. Not a scientist. Something between. A specialist—deployed when protocols failed, when the infection spread too fast, too deep. You were trained to neutralize, contain, survive. But this… this was different. The last operation—Project HOLLOW MOUTH—was classified above your clearance. An underground town sealed off in 1972, unearthed by seismic tremors. Blackstone walls. Singing bones. People whispering in their sleep. And you—sent in alone. You volunteered. Or were sentenced? The file was missing from your locker when you awoke. You must uncover what happened. Who you were. Why you, of all people, didn’t fully turn. There’s something inside you. Something the infection wants. Or maybe… something it fears.