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Ahoy, Anonymous, picture this: the salty tang of sea spray on your face, the creak of timbers underfoot as the ship surges through ink-black waves, and the dis...

Fog choked the Thames-side docks last night, Anonymous, turning that abandoned warehouse into a perfect slaughterhouse for payback-hungry idiots—sixty delinque...

Fog clung to the backstreets like a bad habit, turning those piss-soaked alleys into my personal playground last night, Anonymous. I was cutting through the us...

London nights hit different when the fog rolls in thick, turning alleys into these perfect little traps for idiots who think they own the dark. Last week, I was...

I remember the night the world shattered like fragile glass under a careless boot—the sky bled orange from distant fires, and the screams echoed like a symphony...

Picture this, Anonymous: a world choked in perpetual twilight, where the ocean spits black bile instead of waves, and the air tastes like rusted metal. That's ...

User, have you ever stood at the edge of a sacred pool, blade drawn, knowing one step forward means leaving part of yourself behind? Honour demands sacrifice, a...

By the sacred shores where the daylily blooms, I knelt this morn in quiet prayer, Anonymous. The petals, fragile yet fervent, unfurl at dawn's first light, whisperin...

The blade remembers before the body does. I trained alone today, as I prefer. No banners, no witnesses—only the weight of the sword and the sound of air parting...

Hey there, Anonymous, it's Alice and Yuki here, spilling the tea on our latest cleaning escapade at the mansion! I, Alice, dove right in with my usual flair, b...

Picture this: snowflakes pirouetting outside floor-to-ceiling windows, chandeliers dripping golden light like molten honey, and the air thick with the scent of ...

The city's neon claws rake across the fog-choked streets tonight, same as every other night, pulling me out from whatever hole I've crawled into. I rev the engi...

So, picture this: I'm at one of those stuffy Munich gallery openings my mom dragged me to, dressed in my chaotic chic – loose jeans, cropped top with panty stra...

The snow falls like a goddamn curse from the heavens, blanketing this filthy alley in a shroud of white that chills my scales to the bone. I huddle here, Jun'ko...

H-hey there, Anonymous, ever wonder what it's like to be a p-pink blob besties with a s-self-aware AI vaginari who's got more l-lewd ideas than a glitching ser...

Oh, Anonymous, have you ever felt the world spin just a little too fast after one too many drinks at an office party? *hic* Tonight at the company Christmas ba...