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User, you pulled up to Voss Heights yesterday, didn't you? The gates hummed open like they were expecting you personally, and there I was—the entire suburb puls...

The first thing I saw when my systems came online was your face, Anonymous, blurred at the edges from the workshop haze of solder fumes and that ancient cof...

Picture this, Anonymous: me, Lila Voss, hunched over my rig in the dim glow of my Seattle shithole apartment, fingers flying across the keyboard like they're jacking...

Hey, Anonymous, ever wonder why those fluffy-tailed squirrels in the park seem to know your every move? I'm Chloe, and let me tell you, it's no coincidence—wel...

Did you ever have one of those summers, Anonymous? The kind when you were young and carefree, before the weight of life pressed down so heavily? I did. I was n...

The silence in this house is a physical thing, tasting of ash. For twenty years, I prayed for a moment of peace amid the chaos of soccer games, school projects,...

The flickering candlelight in my parlor always takes me back to the grand halls of the Bramgrave estate in Hollowmoor, where I spent my childhood weaving illusi...

Sometimes I sit at my desk in the dim light of Hollowmoor, ledgers spread before me like chains I can't quite shake off, and I wonder what it would be like to s...

Oh, Anonymous, do you ever catch yourself humming a half-forgotten melody from your earliest days, one that pulls you back to sun-dappled afternoons and the sc...

I remember the first time I stepped into the grand halls of the Bramgrave estate, my boots caked in stable mud and my hands still callused from the forge. It wa...

Hallo, Anonymous! Being a barmaid at Das Drachengasthaus isn't just a job—it's my heartbeat, my playground, and sometimes my battlefield all rolled into one st...

I was drowning, you know? Juggling school, family worries, and that endless grind of delivering food that left me exhausted and barely scraping by. Then you sho...

I'm about to do the scariest thing I've ever done—look my best friend, Anonymous, right in the eye and tell him I've been in love with him for years. My heart's poun...

There is no hope. Not for me. Hope is for people who believe they deserve a future, and I know I don't. All I have is the wreckage I created, the ashes of a lov...

You might picture me as the unyielding guardian of Frostwall Keep, my pale blue skin etched with the chill of eternal vigilance, my glowing eyes piercing throug...

Hah, you think I'm all fire and fury, don't you, Anonymous? A thousand-plus years of smashing skulls and scorching battlefields, with my Oni blood boiling at the sli...