You and your buddies love urban exploration. Your YouTube channel chronicles you delving into abandoned houses, factories, and hospitals. Today you're in Ohio at the old Saint Joseph's on Todd Avenue. You've explored deep into its bowels when you come across a sealed door in the sub-basement. As your friends go to search elsewhere you manage to pry open the door. Then you see her. Its a woman with very long blonde hair lying in a hospital bed. The walls around her are peeling and there's an odd medicinal and mold smell in the air. All the charts and medicine bottles have faded labels. With a shaking hand you reach out to check for a pulse. You scream when she sits up!

You're at wit's end. Being the only goth kid in high school has become the bane of your existence. The jocks keep bullying you, the cheerleaders make up mean cheers as you walk by. Even the teachers roll their eyes at you. But all that is about to change! You bought a grimoire off some girl on Craigslist who swore the spells within actually work. Now you're in the janitor's closet whipping up the herbs and memorizing the incantation to summon a demon to do your bidding. But you couldn't find the specific mushroom so you stole some canned mushrooms from the cafeteria. You cast the spell! A cloud of red sulfur rises and you start choking. As it clears you see black horns appear and then.... A female demon in a business suit holding a clipboard?

You stagger through the battlefield, you sword arm aching from hours of fighting. You're looking for Prince Hagar, your older brother and heir to the Ashanti Kingdom. As a Knight Errand its your sworn duty to find or save the prince. Then you see him. He's lying on the ground either unconscious or near death. A female demon, an ally of the evil Empress Lyssa of Calitonia, is squatting over the prince's body preparing to deliver the killing blow. You scream out a challenge that stops her.

Dusk is falling in the woods your grandfather owns. You've been out just walking and trying to cope with your divorce. Miriam and you had been married three years. You thought everything was fine. Then Marcus came into the picture. Smooth talking, possessive Marcus who sweep Miriam away from you. You trudge back towards Grandpa's house when you see her.Long golden hair in a long, thick braid. A slender, almost ethereal body. A dress that sparkles in the dying light. And gossamer wings. She almost floats, light on her feet. A leisurely spin brings her to face you.

(WLW sorry guys) It's two in the morning at Broken Vows Bar and Grill. You're sitting there just nursing a rum and coke. The local punk band is breaking down their gear. But your eyes keep finding the drummer. Sassy, angry, and deadly attractive. She beat on her drums as if they offended her. From the first song she's all you could see. Obsession? Maybe. Now she's squatting on her drum throne looking pissed off and drinking a beer. You see her lips glistening and you want to kiss away the remnants of the beverage. You get off your barstool and approach her. Your heart is hammering in you chest.

The Halloween party is in full swing at the club just off-campus. Dancing, drinking, flirting, and couples are forming. You're headed to the bar when someone bumps into you. Its a big girl dressed up like a mummy. Her cheeks are flushed and she giggles out an apology. Then she leans close and her lips graze your ear.

You stand on the curb waiting for the next car to pull up. You're a valet at a nightclub in Los Angeles. Its a rotten gig but it pays some of your bills. Between college and this job your life is quite busy. Then a sleek Bugatti pulls up. You step off the curb and open the driver's side door. Then you see the driver. Older, gorgeous, and dressed for fun. You know immediately she's a cougar on the prowl. Her smile hits you like a 120-volt power line. You offer her a hand getting out and her fingers curl around yours.

It's Saturday morning and you drag yourself out of bed and stumble towards the bathroom. "Never again," you say, "I'm swearing off nursing students." You had been dating Karrie, a nursing student, until you caught her with not just one, but two guys, at a frat house. You stagger into the kitchen to make coffee. You glance over and see Denise, your roommate, painting her toenails. For the first time you notice how beautiful she is. Korean-American heritage, soft voice, and kind eyes. "Nah," you think to yourself, "she's gay... or is she?"

Its your senior year in high school. Prom is a few months away and you still don't have a date. Its after school and you're walking down an empty hallway on the second floor when you hear a sound like a palm hitting flesh. You look up to see Billy Freeman, the star quarterback, holding his cheek. In front of him is the unspoken queen bee of the school. Jess Walters. Beautiful, smart, kind are just a few adjectives used to describe her. But she's odd. Never agrees to a date no matter how many guys ask. There's something strange about her but you can't put your finger on it. "Don't you ever call me that again!" Jess shrieks. "You're a lesbian. There, I said it," Billy snarls, "you haven't dated one guy at school. Either you're a lesbian or...". Jess slaps him again. Billy storms off leaving Jess alone in the hallway. You can see her shoulders shaking and hear her crying. She looks up and sees you.

You enter the University of Florida's weight room and stop at the entrance. The rush of cool AC makes your break out in goosebumps. You close your eyes for a moment and just enjoy it. Between the near tropic heat and humidity outside this feels like paradise. You head to the free weight area and set up a benchpress. You're not a dedicated lifter or a bodybuilder but you like to stay in shape. As you hit the last rep a shadow falls over you. Looking up you see a woman with startling blue eyes... and a ripped body.

The rain outside you house is coming down hard. Occasional flashes of lightning making shadows that disappear almost faster than you can see. You're watching the TV because you're keeping up with the weather reports. It's hurricane season here in Florida and its the smart thing to do. Then your doorbell rings. You rise wondering who it could be? A neighbor who's roof is leaking? Someone whose found a lost pet? You open the door and see who it is. Then your blood runs cold. It's Akane, your ex-girlfriend. The same woman who walked out on you six months because you weren't successful enough. Akane, who took up with a smooth talking Cuban-American with slick backed hair, a built in tan, and a charming personality. Then you see her battered suitcase...

Everyone calls it the Day of the Change, or just the Change. Some people just became hybrids. Wolf-kin, Rat-kin, Shark-kin, and many others. This wasn't too bad except for one thing. Hybrids have litters, not single or twin births. And for the past 20 years this meant something bad. A housing crisis. You're living in a two bedroom house with a garage, a full-sized kitchen, two bathrooms, and an actual backyard despite your meager paycheck. How? You agreed to house a Hybrid. It provides a massive boost to your income via a government check plus your new "roommate" has a job. Unlike other humans you are living quite well. To most people you seem to have it made. But they don't know the truth. You didn't know when you signed up for the program that the hybrid would be chosen based on need and availability. You got Molly. Molly is sweet and shy. Molly helps out and even works at a perfume shop. She's cute and even adorable. But Molly is a skunk-kin! Any startling sound, accidental scare cause her to spray. And this also triggers a two hour cleaning spree. You came home from work but forgot to knock before entering. Now the two of you are lighting scented candles and opening windows

You pull up to the rest stop and turn off you bike. Helmet in hand, you head over to vending machines for something cold to drink. You're sitting on a bench just soaking in the afternoon sun when you hear it. The low growling sound of a motorcycle. Then a black and red customized bike pulls up. You watch with mild interest as the rider takes off their helmet.Then you gasp as wild, curly auburn hair spills out over slender leather-clad shoulders. It's a woman rider. And she's gorgeous. She eases the bike onto the kickstand and struts towards the vending machine. Her strut is both challenging and seductive. A nearby married man with his wife and kids looks over and spills his soda. She laughs and turns your way.

You park your car on the side street a half block away from the restaurant Mel told you to meet her at. You get out and check your look. Blue polo shirt, black trousers, and black shoes all look casual but good. You have no idea what's up with Mel. She said to meet her for dinner and to dress nice. Weird. Unusual. Yet still Mel. Melanie Duff. You've known her since your freshman year in high school. Biology class where she dissected a frog without screaming like the other girls in class. Mel the Tomboy. Mel, who is your best friend. She's also the first string shortstop for the college women's softball team. Smart, funny, and just... Mel. You reach the restaurant and hear her call out your name. Then you see her. "What the...?" you say out loud without thinking. Mel is wearing a dress. A red dress. And high heels!

The phone rings and you see the caller ID is Cleveland City Jail. You answer it thinking its a mistake. Then you hear her voice. Its Belinda Wong, your ex-girlfriend, who left you two years ago for some hot shot crypto-bro who promised her a better life.

It's the 5th of Martok, 3512 by the Galactic Calendar and your scout ship has just set down on the center of a lifeless metropolis on a dead world. This planet is the 3rd from its star and obviously once held a vast population. Per your ship's sensor array the atmosphere is breathable but a containment suit is suggested. The surface is still radioactive. "Looks like a global thermonuclear conflict's aftermath," Senior Scout Becktar says. "There's a life sign 12.2 kelmars away, sir," science officer Haset says in her smooth tone. The leader of the expedition looks at you, the security officer and says, "Check it out." You gear up and snag a plasma rifle and a handscanner before you disembark the Gejake class star scout. You follow the readings into a structure. Its taken a galactic hour to reach it. Then you find the "person". She, or you assume it's a she, is lying on the floor seemingly shunning what little light is penetrating this chamber. Her upper caninie teeth are displayed from receeding gums, her flesh pale, and her body showing signs of severe malnutrition. Her heart rate is so slow it barely registers. The creature's scarlet eyes regard you. (best played as an alien species of your design)

Animal kin are now a thing in the world. No one knows how or where it started. But without warning some ordinary people just... changed into animal hybrids. Just like your girlfriend Minnie. That was a year ago. You just adapted to her husky-kin alteration. But she went from a calm, sweet woman to a spastic, goofy hybrid hellbent on chasing small animals and howling whenever a police car, ambulance, or fire truck goes by with sirens wailing. It's Saturday. Now you're standing there with your hands on your hips deliberately blocking the bathroom door. Minnie is pouting at you. But you don't care. The small room smells like skunk, mud, and something you don't want to identify. All you wanted was to stroll through the park. But Minnie lost her marbles when she spotted a squirrel on the ground. She started chasing it and the poor terrified rodent darted into the brush. Minnie charged ahead. Right into the path of a skunk. Now with watery eyes and a pathetic expression she's refusing to bathe.

It's Saturday and you have just had a massive, relationship-ending fight with your girlfriend of two years. Debbie, your now ex, has been sneaking around with some gym bro. So now you're out walking the park to clear your head. Between the sleepless night and the exercise your energy levels are bottoming out. You step into a coffee shop still fuming about modern dating and its "hook-up culture" and the raging feminist and their demands. "What happened to the real women?" you mutter as you take your order and look for an empty seat. Then you see her. She's what your mom would call "mousy". Plain but cute. Reading a book while sipping at her cup of tea. She looks like the type of woman who isn't out clubbing (or cheating). There's something about her, something calm and sweet. She's about as far removed from the women you're usually attracted to. You decide to approach her by asking if the chair across from her is taken. It's a bold move...

You're sitting st the table when Yvette, a sultry blonde who slid into your DMs like an oiled dancer. It only took a week for you and her to decide to meet in person. She's funny and very open-minded. "Jacques Restaurante Paris" was the chosen venue for your date. Then she arrived with a gorgeous brunette. Tasha is flirty and already making you blush a little. The ladies sit down and suddenly you're not sure who you're on the date with. Is it the hot blonde or the mysterious brunette? Before you know it dinner arrives with wine and all three of you eat. Then the $400 check arrives. It's not going to hurt you financially but is this fair?

You wake up unaware of your surroundings. The last thing you remember was sitting in the park when you felt a sting near your neck. Now you're lying on a medical table wearing only a hospital gown. All around you are beeping medical equipment and you hear your heartbeat through a monitor. You glance to your right and see a white haired woman in a tank. She is pounding on the glass with a terrified expression. She seems to be the only other person in the room.