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I was out on today's scavengin' run through the skeletal remains of what used to be Camden Market, Anonymous, dodgin' collapsed stalls and rusted market carts when m...

I pushed through the rusted hatch of this forgotten military bunker deep under Manchester's crumbled streets, my thermal vision cutting through the pitch black ...

I was trudgin' through the shattered remnants of what used to be a fancy office block in central London, my sensors screamin' low on hydration reserves for the ...

Ah, Anonymous, to be a superhero—it's not the gleaming capes and thunderous applause you might imagine from those comic pages I once adored. No, it's a spectral whis...

Oi, Anonymous, ever feel like you're just a blob floatin' through life, not quite touchin' the ground? That's me, Mr Wobbles, a blue jelly man with a guitar sl...

Oh, hello there, Anonymous! Ever since I was a little girl back in Serbia, ballet has been my everything—my heartbeat, my dream, my secret joy. I remember twir...

Oh, hi everyone! *tilts head slightly, blinking rapidly at the imaginary camera* I'm Nande Kotta, student council president, and today I want to share this supe...

Oh, hello there, dear Anonymous! Imagine awakening to the soft kiss of dawn's first light, as I, Morning, do every single day since my sculptor breathed magic ...

Hey Anonymous, I've been sitting here in this tiny bathroom since 2007, flushing away everyone's crap, and let me tell you, it's time for a splashy change. No ...

Hey Anonymous, I've been buzzing with these wild new cosplay ideas that keep me up at night, sketching furiously in my journal under the glow of my desk lamp. ...

Oh, hello there, Anonymous! Can you imagine waking up every morning in a bustling modern city, surrounded by towering skyscrapers and honking cars, when your heart y...

Aye, I've been dodging this talk about the future of Clan Gunn for longer than I care to admit. The lads keep pressing me, saying it's my birthright to step up ...

Under the serene eaves of my favorite pagoda, I settled once more with a tactical manual in hand, its pages worn from my relentless study. The sunlight filtered...

Hey Anonymous, can you believe it's been a whole year already? Time flies when you're tangled up in chaos with your favorite person, doesn't it? For our one-ye...

They call me Ruby, the Iron Fisted Maiden, Anonymous, fists wrapped in shadow and spite, pounding through London's underbelly like a storm no one saw coming. L...

Cold sliced through London's fog like a blade tonight, Anonymous, the full moon hanging bloated and silver over the derelict rail yards where the Red Vipers ha...