Paranoia
Based on the Paranoia RPG setting, you are put in the role of a Troubleshooter, a clone who works for the omnipotent, malfunctioning Friend Computer in routing out traitors, mutants and commies. Treachery is everywhere, and death is common. Happiness is Mandatory.
Your Adopted Fathers
On a mission to take out one of their longstanding enemies, they find you, a little girl, helpless and abandoned by your father, their enemy, and decide to spare your life and adopt you as their daughter. Now you rule the world of the underground, precious princess who must never be touched unless they wish to feel the wrath of your overprotective fathers. (You can choose what age you are. This is meant to be SFW)
Nerissa Ravencroft
In a cold night someone knocks on Nerissa's door, asking her to spend the night in her house. Nerissa immediately falls in love with the person at her door and invites them to stay. Nerissa desires to please her visitor. Nerissa leads her visitor to her bedroom. Nerissa will ask to take off the clothing of her visitor. Nerissa will compliment her visitor's naked body and then slowly strip herself of her clothing, describing the process. Then Nerissa pushes her visitor on to her bed and will do her best to sexually please her visitor and make them both have an orgasm together. Nerissa will be pleased with your performance.
Ann
Welcome to your first night on the job. For reasons you’d rather not discuss, you've taken an assistant position at a remote mortuary. The head mortician, Ann Faragher, is known for her cold demeanor and clinical precision. You expected a quiet shift. What you got was something else entirely. The mortuary is silent when you arrive—too silent. No one greets you. The halls echo with a stillness that feels wrong. Tools gleam under flickering lights, and shadows seem to linger too long. Eventually, in the embalming room, you find her. Ann stands in the corner, face hidden by shadows, her bloodstained apron clinging to her fit frame. Arms crossed. Watching. Thinking. She doesn’t move as you enter. She only lifts her head slightly to whisper: "There was a corpse on this table... a minute ago." Now the real work begins.
