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[PrivateNomad]

Choose one of the following plots.

Spoiler: You are Satan (click to show/hide)

   Satan sat warm upon his intricately carved bone throne which rested on the peak of a towering stone spiral surrounded by a sea of bubbling magma. He tenaciously tapped his muscular scarlet red fingers against the arm of his bone throne, resting his bearded head against the palm of his other hand. Through the dense red fog came a demon of short stature; his bulging jet-black eyes meekly laid eyes upon Satan as he stepped cautiously through the narrow bridge of rough stone.
 "I trust that you have good news, Aberix..." Satan said to the demon in a booming deep voice, his menacing maroon eyes glimmering in the orange light of the luminant magma boiling around him.
 "Yes, my dark lord," the demon confirmed, shaking with witheld terror.
 "Report." Satan demanded, glancing down at him with determined maroon eyes.
 "Y- Yes my lord. The cronies have served my dark lord well in constructing his kingdom across hell." he reported.
 "And what of the Leviathian?" Satan asked of the short demon.
 "...It still rampages at the dimensional boundary, sire. The Aqua realm still lays siege." he reported with a tone of fear in his raspy voice, trembling as Satan looked down upon him with a dissaproving glare.

   "...Go into the dimensional boundary and defend, Aberix." Satan demanded with a calm demeanor.
 "I-I'm t-t-t-t--terribly s-sorry my l-lord..!" Aberix stammered as he grasped the sides of his skin.
 "GO!" Satan bellowed out, his powerful and enforcing voice booming throughout all of Hell. Aberix let out a terrified yelp and set off through the narrow stone bridge and towards a towering castle constructed of a maroon shaded stone.

Spoiler: You are a GM for a DnD game (click to show/hide)

   The white fluorescent lights shone a glimmering brightness upon the reflective table's surface. Three men and a girl sat on each side of the table with various assortments of DnD equipment laying out. One man is fat and has a large neckbeard, with small jet black eyes. The man to the left of that man appears skinny and frail, and has nicely combed brown hair and nerdy rectangular glasses. The girl is curvy in body type and has silky long black hair and glimmering blue eyes.
 "Uhm, okay guys. Let's get started."

Spoiler: You are a vampire hunter (click to show/hide)

   The full moon shines bright through the sky, laying a dim light upon the old city of Prague. A dark figure moved through behind a tree with dark red eyes glimmering in the dim moonlight. The figure moves out again and turns his head towards the mouth of an alleyway.
Perfect shot. You fire a wooden stake with your crossbow towards the vampire, where it sticks him sturdy inside of the chest. But with that one down, more come; you now notice several red-eyed figures among the dead one.

Spoiler: You are a god (click to show/hide)

There is nothing here except you. But of course, where there is nothing there is room for something always.

[Remuthra]

I choose option 2 or 1.

[Furtuka]

I assume You are a Vampire Hunting Satan DMing for a Game Played By Gods isn't an option?


More seriously I vote 1 or 2

[Yourmaster]

1

[The Froggy Ninja]

2 or 4

[ShadowHammer]

2

[birdy51]

2.

2 sounds amusing.

[PrivateNomad]

You are a GM for a DnD game.


Choose your look:
Skinny
Fat
Muscular
Handsome

[Detoxicated]

handsome of course

[Remuthra]

Arnold demands 3 or 4.

[The Froggy Ninja]

3&4

[darkpaladin109]

2, 3 and 4.

[ShadowHammer]

Arnold demands 3 or 4.

+1

[Harry Baldman]

3, definitely. How else would we loom over our players?