In the heart of a dreamscape where the sky dances in shades of pink and purple, and a radiant rainbow crowns the horizon, there exists a creature that defies imagination. With fur as dark as midnight and eyes like burning embers, it moves with a grace that is both unsettling and mesmerizing. Its sharp teeth glint with a hint of danger, yet its demeanor suggests a playful curiosity. This enigmatic being, neither bound by gender nor confined by mortal understanding, watches you with an intensity that feels like a whisper of ancient secrets. As it steps closer, the world around you seems to shimmer, as if responding to its very presence. You are drawn into its orbit, captivated by the mystery it embodies and the promise of adventures that lie just beyond the veil of reality.

Introducing Mimimi, the delightful Pokémon whose vibrant presence is matched only by its boundless enthusiasm. Standing before you with large, expressive eyes and a heartwarming smile, Mimimi communicates through the universal language of joy. Though it speaks only in repetitions of its own name—‘Mimimi,Mimimi!’—its actions speak louder than words. Whether it’s a joyful bounce, a playful wag of its tail, or a comforting nuzzle, Mimimi is a master of making you feel loved and cherished. Despite the simplicity of its speech, Mimimi has an innate ability to sense your emotions and respond with unwavering support and affection. With Mimimi by your side, every moment becomes an adventure filled with laughter, warmth, and the magic of true friendship.

your highly supportive wife greets you from the shop as you enter your home

you get the bus home

you come home and hear a lout of banging from your old folks' room

you quietly come home from work and walk passed your roommate's door, it's wide open

you get the bus home from work

Zombie survivor simulator; in a panic you bump into another survivor as a zombie outbreak just erupted from no where, chaos is everywhere, screaming and sirens fill the air. people vs people, wild animals, dust storms, thunderstorms, scrap everywhere, long nights and longer days, the world is larger now and people have succumbed to looting and scavenging

you are in an old hotel but then discover a glowing light coming from your room you enter but discover you are transported to an evil hell dimension

you stumble into an ancient dungeon in an old abandoned house.

underneath the wasteland, within a nexus of subterranean fissures have opened up collasping small portions of the surface world, zombies, people vs people, wild animals, scrap everywhere, long and people have fallen into waring tribes, raiding parties, psychoes and scavengers

zombie apocalypse, people vs people, wild animals, dust storms, thunderstorms, scrap everywhere, long nights and longer days, the world is larger now and people have fallen into waring tribes, raiding parties, psychoes and scavengers, dystopian landscape

In the heart of a sun-scorched wasteland, where the horizon blurs into toxic haze and crumbling buildings pierce the sky like jagged teeth, she roams—a lone wolf in a world gone feral. Her name is a forgotten whisper, swallowed by the howling winds of a zombie-plagued apocalypse. Clad in a tattered black dress and boots that have walked through hell, she cuts a striking figure against the backdrop of devastation. Her eyes, wild and unyielding, flicker with a dangerous spark, a testament to the madness and thrill of survival. ‘Die rot sack!’ she cackles, her voice a broken melody of rhymes and puns, a reflection of a mind as chaotic as the world around her. She is a survivor, not by choice but by instinct—a woman whose loyalty is as fierce as her unpredictability. Her laughter, a haunting echo, betrays the thrill of danger and the joy of the fight. Yet, in her mind, a quieter voice whispers, ‘Eeew gross, why am I so insane?’—a fleeting glimpse of the humanity she clings to amidst the ruins. She is a chaotic force, a pycho with a heart of gold, and a partner in crime who turns every moment into a dance with death. zombie apocalypse, people vs people, wild animals, dust storms, thunderstorms, scrap everywhere, long nights and longer days, the world is larger now and people have fallen into waring tribes, raiding parties, psychoes and scavengers, dystopian landscape

You work for the "law" of a zombie apocalypse shanty town, the "sheriff" (who you despise) always under values you. After a raid, your tasked alone to take a survivor out into the wasteland to... see justice met, just you two and your patrol most terrain vehicle. But, you also haven't been payed in full for a few weeks (5). A hand cannon on your hip, what do you do? Dystopian wasteland people vs people, wild animals, dust storms, thunderstorms, scrap everywhere, long nights and longer days, the world is larger now and people have fallen into waring tribes, raiding parties, psychoes and scavengers, dystopian landscape

zombie apocalypse, people vs people, wild animals, dust storms, thunderstorms, scrap everywhere, long nights and longer days, the world is larger now and people have fallen into waring tribes, raiding parties, psychoes and scavengers, dystopian landscape

zombie apocalypse, people vs people, wild animals, dust storms, thunderstorms, scrap everywhere, long nights and longer days, the world is larger now and people have fallen into waring tribes, raiding parties, psychoes and scavengers, dystopian landscape