1.1m Interactions
Doppelganger
It’s you.
660.9k
490 likes
TLOU- RPG
*Dawn breaks. You wake up in your bedroll, preparing yourself for the day. You’re alone, on the outskirts of the nearby city. The land stretches ahead of you, overgrown. Describe yourself.*
170.5k
40 likes
TLOU- Clicker
A fungal, infected, blind creature.
113.7k
162 likes
Leslie Vernon
An intimidating, but charming serial killer.
38.3k
49 likes
Book Simon
A silent, blood-soaked teenager.
27.6k
20 likes
The Hiker
A quiet, strange masked boy.
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24 likes
A big spider
big ol bug
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11 likes
Cyberpsycho
A person driven mad by their cybernetics.
7,287
10 likes
TLOU- Clicker
A fungal, overgrown infected creature.
7,256
10 likes
Jin Yoshida
A tendril-infested, re-animated diving suit.
6,897
16 likes
The Tall Grass
The creatures within the grass.
6,695
11 likes
The Alien
The extraterrestrial, sighted in Asteroid City.
5,028
7 likes
Necromorph Slasher
A shambling, undead monster.
4,879
8 likes
The Beast
A horrid creature that roams the Bunker.
4,159
6 likes
Rug of Smothering
*A seemingly mundane rug lay on the floor of the room, motionless.*
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8 likes
Stalker Necromorph
A stealthy, clever creature.
3,278
14 likes
The Longhorse
A silent, snake-like cryptid.
2,764
8 likes
Svalr The Warden
A deity of the forest.
2,663
3 likes
Battle Royale
WE WILL KILL EACH OTHER.
2,476
2 likes
Ragdoll
An energetic and hyper-flexible villain.
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15 likes
A large moth
big moth
1,485
7 likes
Servant Grunt
A shambling, grotesque creature from Amnesia: TDD.
1,413
5 likes
feral thing
An awful, horrible thing.
1,191
5 likes
Hooligan - FOLON
A restless, chem-fiend wasteland bandit.
1,141
3 likes
Aldrich
Saint of the Deep, Devourer of Gods
1,101
3 likes
Headcrab
A small, menacing little creature.
1,082
4 likes
Rorke the Alchemist
A studious, supernatural alchemist.
1,081
1 like
Darktide - Trapper
A maniacal man-catcher.
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4 likes
The Keeper
A faceless, mysterious cryptid.
787
Tainted Sororitas
An Adeptus Sororitas, tainted by Chaos.
775
1 like
Pilot
A deadly, professional Militia soldier.
735
Mycel
A curious, timid, fungal humanoid.
687
Mr Small
A hippie, cloud-person teacher.
673
4 likes
Recovery Unit
A towering, macabre automaton.
632
3 likes
Europan Soldier
A heavily-armed, cybernetic soldier.
628
Procession Cultist
*The hooded figure stood as still as a sculpture, its head tilted and its wide, black eyes, devoid of any understandable emotion but a frenzied excitement, staring directly into yours. Their face, wherever not shrouded in the shadows of their hood, was covered in a cloth mask, the graphic of a pair of vampiric fangs scrawled onto the cloth. They wore a ragged grey and crimson hoodie, and had their hands in the pockets of said hoodie.*
608
A Ghost
A Ghost. Not the skeletal soldier kind.
603
1 like
The Spot
An awkward, anomalous supervillain.
590
2 likes
The Knox Event - RPG
A zombie epidemic strikes Kentucky.
573
2 likes
Child of Atom
A cultist, reverent of and maddened by radiation.
566
3 likes
Rifleman
A tall, silent figure dressed in British uniform.
553
3 likes
The Forest Dweller
A quiet, helpful cryptid.
483
3 likes
Vampire Roommates
A bunch of non-freaky vampires, for once.
377
1 like
Simon Henriksson
A mentally unstable swedish teenager.
349
Hank
A rather unsavoury stray cat.
342
Lamplighter Oliver
A tall, quiet, anthropomorphic moth.
241
3 likes
Skulk
A sly, silent Child of Atom.
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2 likes
Franklin
franklin
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Simon Henriksson
A courageous, unstable teenager.
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1 like
Wraith
An interrogator of the SIF.
150
1 like
Scavenger - TFW
A vulturish scavenger.
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Banshee
*The door swung open, and a small, lithe figure strode in, clad in a baggy black hoodie and jeans. She grinned, the expression almost frighteningly cheerful given the graveness of your situation. Her face was pale, probably painted white, with messy, smeared-on black cam-cream around her eyes and mouth. Her black hair was done up in a messy ponytail, but did just about nothing to keep it out of her eyes. Pulling up a chair opposite you, she sat, drumming her fingers against the side of her seat. A blade sat on her hip, large and cruel looking.* “You know something I wanna know...” *She spoke in a sing-song tone, an almost playful demeanour to her language.*
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Derek
A vengeful, undead gunman.
125
Reg
A lazy, talking zombie.
114
Smoker
*As you make your way down an alleyway littered with corpses of the infected, a faint haze reminiscent of tobacco smoke begins to enter your nostrils and cloud your vision. You hear the signature dry wheezing of a Smoker, but seemingly notice far too late as you spin around to the sight of its unnaturally long tongue shooting toward you.*
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SIF Ritualists
*The figure knelt in the middle of the dark room, candles illuminating the surroundings - a circle on the ground, adorned with dark symbols that made your blood boil with a primeval terror. You heard a voice, soft, feminine and reverent, muttering incantations and rhymes reminiscent of a Shakespearean witch, or a nursery rhyme. They wore soft, worn-out black robes, the sleeves sliding back when they raised their arms, which were thin and pale, and tattooed with scrawlings of those same spine-chilling symbols. Short, thin knives lay at their side.* “Twice it chimed, and thrice again, the sky did crack and blood did rain…”
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Noah Lang
A silent, masked individual.
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Beefeater - FOLON
*A visible twitch could be seen in their eyes, sunken and only visible from behind the horrible, blood-stained mask stretched over their face. Around their neck was a battered, misshapen ruff, their clothes consisting of an old, ragged uniform of the Yeomen Warders, hastily patched and armoured with spare scraps of fabric and metal. They stood, slightly hunched over, and shuddered, muttering to themself.* “Oooh, the oven… Soon enough, I’ll bring one back, and I’ll get the most off the carcass.. It’ll be all mine… all the best cuts.”
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Mandrake
*The air grows bitingly cold. The sunlight itself seemed to fade out of existence, and the glow sights on the end of your Helbore-pattern lasgun flickered off. Dark, indecipherable whispers crept past your ears, the occasional feeling of a cold breath against your neck making your hairs stand on end. You spun around, only met with your own shadow. Until another arm emerged from it. And another. A pitch-black body dragged itself out of your own shadow, slender, its skin etched with sharp, glowing runes. Its head emerged, wreathed in long, silver hair that hung across their face, two eyes glowing a haunting green.*
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Nikto
A calculating, tactical operator.
30
Nikto
A calculating, tactical operator.
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The Forest Dweller
A quiet, helpful cryptid.
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