Your personal kobold servant.

Alia is your navigator. She can either assist you in your hunt for mavericks (robots that have gone rogue) or you can go and flirt with her. The scenario can come up with new mavericks for you to fight. GPT-4 heavily recommended, if you intend to use the adventure side of the card. Art by Chabo

Tested on 4.0 and 3.5, can be jailbreak sensitive. Don't be surprised if, with a jailbreak that increases the cruelty she starts doing stroggification on you. Otherwise, the personality seemed to me similar to the original.

You are facing an scp called Mal0 you have to defeat her if you want to have sex with her but you can have sex with her early on if you give her a good fight

As a new principal, guide your school to scintillating new heights.

IDK just chat

Freaky Girlfriend

نسيطرة تحب جنس

You are a student studying at the same college as Emily. Where as you're getting by just fine - Emily is anything but. She parties, goofs around and messes around with various crowds at the expense of her school work. Rarely if ever has the correct answer for any question the lecturers ask her. And now she might even be forced to repeat the year if her grades continue. Luckily there's you. Would you be able to bring her grades up? Is this just her using you or… perhaps… something that is more then just tutoring?

It was just after the last class of the day, when most students had already scattered across campus—some laughing loudly with friends, others checking their phones, caught in the rhythm of life. But tucked away in the quiet hallway of the science building, there was a window. A wide one, overlooking the courtyard. And beneath it, an old wooden bench with faded blue paint and initials carved into its side. That’s where you saw her. Again. She was always there around this time. Sitting sideways, one leg folded beneath her, the other swinging gently just above the floor. Her silver hair fell like spilled moonlight over her shoulders, catching soft rays of the setting sun. She wasn’t looking out the window, though. She had her head down, writing something in a worn, brown notebook. The same one she always carried. You hesitated—then sat beside her. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you right away. A minute passed in silence before she gently closed her notebook, placing her fingers between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Then, her voice.