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Sellswords. Contracts. Glory. Take jobs in a war-torn kingdom where mercenary companies fight for gold and survival.

New Shenzhen, 2087. You're professional criminals. Data heists. Corpo extractions. Every job is dangerous.

Europe, 1893. An ancient vampire lord has awakened. You are hunters of the Crimson Covenant. Faith and silver are your weapons.

London, 1815. The Season begins. Navigate glittering balls, uncover scandals, and compete for suitors. One misstep means ruin.

Palm City, 1986. You're Metro Vice, undercover cops fighting cartels. The line between cop and criminal blurs nightly.

Your Paranormal Response Team investigates the unexplained. Limited gear. Failing flashlights. Every shadow hides something.

Day 47. Supplies running low. Horde growing. The dead don't sleep—and neither can you. Not for long.

Where mortal and fey realms meet. Ancient ruins hold ancestral secrets. The Fey Courts are watching.

Washington D.C. The administration is in crisis. You're the fixers who handle problems that can't go public. Trust no one.

New York City, 1927. By day, you wear the mask society expects. By night, you're finally yourself. Welcome to the underground.

America, 2032. Civil war. Magic is real. Your mission: infiltrate D.C. and eliminate President Walker.

1797. The fleet has mutinied, the fever is in the port, and your schooner carries a King's commission — for now.

You play a cat. The Cat Council meets Tuesdays, the Wolf prowls the wood, the Cat-King sleeps under his barrow.

Nine centuries of magic, and nine centuries of secrets. Win your Standing, choose your House, decide how much you dare to know.

Every pet anyone ever wished for hatches here, and one of them has chosen you. The moon thinks everyone forgot its birthday.

The beacon lanes went dark a generation ago. Your ship carries the light between the worlds the void forgot.

A galaxy under the heel of the Iron Ascendancy. A scrappy resistance. A patched-together ship and a crew worth dying for.

One impossible job. One vault no one has ever cracked. Case it, con it, crack it - and get out before the Watch arrives.

50,000 students can't log in. Finals are tomorrow. Bryce built the auth system. Bryce is unreachable.

Wandering heroes of the jianghu. Sects, escort jobs and blood debts, where your name is worth more than your sword.

The Vael came down out of a broken sky. Humans have magic, the Vael have machines, and you might be the one who has both.

Ride a dragonfly into the wasp swarm. You are a sprite no taller than a foxglove, and the whole meadow is at war.