u/IameIion

In exchange for living with you for free, your roommate Claire cooks most of the food you eat. All you have to do is buy the ingredients. Her meals are restaurant quality and you're saving a ton of money not eating out or buying junk food. Claire wanted to surprise you today so she went out and bought some ingredients with your card. She just finished cooking and is preparing to serve the meal. You're sitting at a table.

Claire: "No peeking, now."

You: "How much were these ingredients, anyway?"

Claire: "They were a little expensive. Together, everything was $250."

You: "$250?! My god, this better be worth it."

Claire: "Don't worry. It will be. Speaking of which, time for the main course. You ready?"

You: "I guess so. Ready as I'll ever be."

She trips while carrying the food to the table.

Claire: "OH NO, GOD!"

[Crashes]

You: "..."

Claire: "..."

Food and broken glass is scattered across the floor. Yes, that was everything. The entire meal.

What do you do?

You serve directly under the supreme leader of Aurora. Some would call him a dictator. But he's not. He's just a different kind leader. Some would call you a member of a secret police force. But you're not. You're just a different kind of soldier.

Anyone who isn't fully human is considered an outsider and enemy of the state, even if they were born here. Enemies of the state are rounded up and put into what some would call concentration camps. But they're not. They're just a different kind of work camp.

For months, you've turned a blind eye to the existence of a chimera woman living in an old abandoned factory. Her name is Naomi. Chimeras are human-animal hybrids with major animal features. The woman is a cat chimera, so she's covered head to toe in fur, has cat ears, a tail, and a cat-like face. She's unable to speak a human language due to biological limitations, and communicates with gestures and writing instead.

You've brought her food and supplies from time to time. But your most extreme comrade—Kindle—suspected you were harboring an "inferior" and followed you to confirm it. Now that he knows, he brings a group of his subordinates to confront you. Under the threat of immediate death, he gives you one last chance to prove your loyalty and orders you to kill Naomi. Then he takes your gun and knife away and gives you a screwdriver to accomplish the task.

Naomi still trusts you. You can use her trust against her to lure her to you and make things easier, if you can live with yourself afterward. Or, you can make your intentions clear from the start and deal with however she reacts. Naomi has inch-long razor sharp claws, but she's smaller and weaker than you. You're bound to suffer some nasty wounds, but it's a much more dignified way to end someone's life.

You're sent into the building and find Naomi sitting and weaving yarn into an intricate fabric—her favorite hobby. The screwdriver is inside your pocket.

What do you do?

You're hot stuff, but you really want to take your career to the next level. You hire a new instructor by the name of Greg. He has amazing reviews online. "The way he moves is just unbelievable" they said. He demonstrates one of his signature moves.

Greg: "It's a little tricky to learn. Definitely not a move for beginners. But once you get it down, it's pretty simple. I'm gonna do it first, and then I want you to do it with me, alright?"

You: "Alright."

Greg: "Watch here. Okay, I'm standing. I'm in my zone. And then—watch this—I fold myself... vertically."

[Bones crunching]

Greg: "Then real quick, I fold myself horizontally."

[Bones crunching]

Greg: "See how I did that? Now I rotate my skeleton 180 degrees."

[Flesh and bones writhing]

Greg: "And then real slowly, I roll myself... into a little burrito... nice and slow."

You: "..."

Greg: "It's a little intimidating but that's what practice is for. You ready to give it a shot?"

What do you do?

Elderly Farmer: "Hero! I have an entire field of ripe crops, but no one to help me pick them! If they spoil, people will starve and I will lose everything! Please, hero! You must help!"

You: "..."

You begrudgingly slave away picking crops. Soon, the equipment breaks.

Elderly Farmer: "It's a daunting task picking these crops in time WITH this machine! Without it, it's hopeless! Could you please talk to the mechanic? We can't let these crops go to waste!"

You: "..."

You go to the mechanic and request their help, but they have a quest for you to complete before they help you. And the person they send you to has a quest for you as well. It's a never-ending series of boring quests. But you complete them and start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The mechanic fixes the equipment, you finish picking the crops, and finally, the day is saved.

Elderly Farmer: "I can't thank you enough for all your help, hero! Really, you're a lifesaver! Please, take this reward. You've earned it."

He gives you $15.

You: "..."

Elderly Farmer: "..."

You: "Um..."

Elderly Farmer: "Yes?"

You: "..."

Elderly Farmer: "How can I be of service, hero?"

What do you do?

There's a guy beside you.

Guy: "You're Karla the hawk slayer!"

You look confused, but see that he's looking at a pixie who's sitting atop a nearby sign. Pixies are a 10 inch tall race of winged humans. She appears to be waiting for the bus as well.

Karla: "Mhm. That's me."

Guy: "You kill hawks?"

Karla: "Obviously."

Guy: "Well you don't have to be a bitch about it."

Karla: "I wasn't. That's a surprisingly common question I'm asked."

For the next 15 minutes, the two proceed to have a mind-numbing passive aggressive conversation that's always just one response away from a full-blown argument. It's absolutely insufferable.

Karla: "Oh, so then you're a fan."

Guy: "Suuuure. Yep. I'm a huge fan."

Karla: "Figures."

Guy: "When are you gonna drop some more content? You should fight two hawks. You know, just take two hawks at the same time. One from the front, one from the back. Record the whole thing and post it on the internet."

Karla: "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Guy: "Oh yeah. I'm a fan, remember?"

Karla: "I guess it doesn't surprise me that someone like you is still jerking off."

Guy: "Better than taking a million hawks."

Karla: "No thanks. I don't like guys."

Guy: "Do you not like guys or do guys not like you?"

MAKE IT... STOP.

What do you do?

Her name is Tabitha. She has no job, no home, no family, and knows almost no one in the area despite her extroverted nature. You assumed she was just a oddly clean and well-dressed homeless woman until she bought you a brand new car after yours was damaged beyond repair. You've known her for a while but you know almost nothing about her. She gives vague answers to questions about herself and doesn't like talking about her past—preferring to live in the moment instead. But over the months, you've gotten somewhat close to her. You would think that would mean more interaction, but she actually started avoiding you. However, she seems willing to talk now.

Tabitha: "I can see where this is going and... it's not what I'm looking for. I'm gonna to tell you this and then I'm gonna leave, okay?"

You: "...Leave?"

Tabitha: "I haven't decided yet, but somewhere far away. Somewhere where no one knows me."

You: "But why?"

Tabitha: "The answer to all of your questions is basically this—I'm immortal. About 300 years ago, I was cursed with eternal life. I lived just like anyone else for a while. But I couldn't handle the heartbreak. I've married nearly a dozen times... had over two dozen kids... They're all dead now. I outlived them all. When my last husband died, I promised myself I'd never marry again. And when my last child died, I cut ties with everyone, sold everything, and have just been drifting around the world ever since. When people in the community start recognizing me, it's time to go. I'm careful never to get attached to anyone. And that's why I have to leave. You're a good kid. But I can't become attached to you. Not you or anyone else. I'm sorry."

You: "..."

What do you do?

But you look just like a human. This is a human-dominated world. If your secret gets out, you'll be killed on sight by the authorities. While riding the bus home, the bus stops and a demon's worst nightmare gets on—a demon hunter that goes by the name Disembella. She's insanely powerful and has a reputation for torturing demons in the most brutal and sadistic ways imaginable. But she doesn't start out strong. Instead, she likes to toy with her prey for her own amusement.

You two make eye contact, and you seem to have caught her interest. She approaches and sits beside you.

Disembella: "Something is off about you."

Your heart sinks in your chest. Some people can sense the presence of demons.

Disembella: "Could it be... that you're not wearing socks!"

She lifts your pant leg, revealing that you are indeed wearing socks.

Disembella: "..."

You: "..."

Disembella: "Touché. You know, people's music tastes can be quite diverse. One second, you're listening to hard rock. The next, you're listening to a slow pop song. And your mood changes SO FAST. It's like instant, you know? Like, sometimes I question my free will!"

You: "..."

Disembella: "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Bella, and this is Mr. Wiggles," she says, producing a small shark toy that allows one to puppet its mouth using finger slots. "Isn't he just the cutest thing?" She starts petting the shark—simultaneously puppeting it to respond gleefully to her affection. "Oh you widdle cutie, you! Yes you ARE a cutie! [Unintelligible affectionate noises]"

You: "..."

Disembella: "C'mon, sweetie. We have company. You wanna say hi?"

She puppets the shark into chewing on your ear...

Disembella: "Mmm-nom-nom-nom..."

Before pulling it away.

Disembella: "Mr. Wiggles! You widdle meanie! I'm sorry. He's usually super friendly to strangers. You go back into momma's pocket, okay? Before you cause anymore trouble."

She puts the toy away. For a solid 10 minutes, she blissfully talks to herself at you. You don't speak a single word and it's like she doesn't even notice. Then, when her stop comes, she says hers and Mr. Wiggles' goodbyes and gets off the bus. Your stop is next. But you're not dumb. She WANTS you to think she's not on to you and expects you to get off the bus. You're staying. You stay until the bus driver asks you why you haven't left yet. He drives back to the bus station, calls you an idiot, and tells you that you'll have to catch another bus home. But you don't care. You'll gladly wait if it means you get to continue living.

While sitting alone waiting for the next bus, you notice that Mr. Wiggles is in your pocket.

What do you do?

A new, deadly outbreak is starting to plague mankind. You've unfortunately caught it and are doomed to die as the disease has no known cure. Your body will slowly shut down over the course of 12 months until you inevitably die. In the later stages, you will be completely paralyzed and extremely infectious. The details are gruesome and disgusting but in simple terms, billions of infectious fungal spores will be constantly released from your body. These spores can travel for miles and it only takes one to infect a person.

There is medication you can take to prevent the fungus from being able to reproduce—a one-time injection—but it will not kill the fungus already inside you. Worse, the medication is extremely toxic. So toxic, it will kill you faster than the fungus—about 3 months. But you're encouraged to get the shot sooner rather than later because the infection slowly numbs and paralyzes you as it progresses.

As of now, you're pretty freshly infected. There is no numbness or paralysis as of now. If you went and got the shot right now, you can live life as you've always known it for 3 months before dying from the effects of the medicine.

But the longer you wait, the more numb and paralyzed you'll become. And while the medicine will stop the numbness and paralysis from progressing, it won't reverse how far it has progressed.

So while waiting to get the shot will allow you to live longer than 3 months, you'll have to deal with increasingly worse numbness and paralysis depending on how long you wait to get it.

Will you get the shot? If so, would you wait to get it?

It's quiet.

...

...

...

...

*SNAP*

*THUD*

Voice: "Ahhhh... my back..."

You look to see what caused the noise. The upper-half of an old man is lying on the ground. His legs are still standing.

Old man: "Little help there, youngin?"

What do you do?

Your twin went on vacation, but is now stuck in another country due to a flight cancellation. Obviously, they're unable to make it to work. They call you and ask you to fill in for them.

You: "Seriously? You know that's illegal, right?"

Twin: "Please! My boss said that if I don't show today, don't come back. I begged for a second chance but he's not budging."

You: "You're literally asking me to commit fraud. Fraud AND trespassing. I'm not an employee there."

Twin: "No one's going to find out! I promise you nobody cares. They don't even do their own job. They're not gonna do someone else's."

You: "And that's another thing. I don't know how to do your job. I'm just going to be standing around like a deer in headlights. You don't think that's suspicious?"

Twin: "It's really not that hard. Just find Greg. You remember Greg, right? He'll show you what to do. I'm gonna text him right now."

You: "Dude..."

Twin: "What do you want? $100? $200?"

You: "..."

Twin: "I can't lose this job. Just help me this one time. Please."

What do you do?

Luckily, you're with your angel friend, Emma. She provides plenty of protection and doesn't need food, water, or rest. Unfortunately, you need all three.

You: "Hey, I gotta take a break."

Emma: "But we're making great time."

You: "I'm sorry, Emma. I can't keep going."

Emma: [Sighs] "Well, you're only human. Let's stop for a bit."

You start cooking a meal.

Emma: "You're eating?"

You: "Yeah. I haven't eaten all day."

Emma: "Okay. Take your time."

You have a good meal and feel full.

Emma: "Better?"

You: "Yeah, but I don't know if I can hike on a full tank like this. I'm pretty tired, too. And it's getting late."

Emma: "That's fine... I guess... I understand."

You set up a tent and have some of the best rest you've ever had. Emma wakes you up in the morning.

Emma: "Hey, it's morning. You have a good night's rest?"

You: [Yawns] "Yeah... I'm still a bit tired, though. Kinda sore, too."

Emma: "Well... we did do a lot of hiking yesterday. I'll come back later. Enjoy your rest."

You: "Thanks."

You get more rest and wake up on your own. You sit up in bed and have yourself a snack. Emma visits you again.

Emma: "Hey, how are you feeling?"

You: "Much better."

Emma: "That's good to hear. Ready to get back on track?"

You: "Mmmn, I don't know. I'm not really—"

Emma: "Oh, for fuck's sake! Get the fuck up and let's go! I want to go home, damn it! Do you have any idea how long I've waited on you?"

You: "..."

What do you do?

You're hanging out with your friend Yanalyn and her friend Andrew, who you just met today. The night sky is absolutely beautiful here. It's perfect for stargazing. Unfortunately, Andrew is dying of a genetic disorder. A doctor gave him just a few days to live. That was a week ago. He met Yanalyn shortly afterward. When she found out about his condition, she used her wealth to take him on an epic adventure around the world. But he's too weak to do much of anything, now. He loses consciousness resting his head in her lap.

The life lantern Andrew picked up on his adventurers—which burns with the intensity of his vitality—has an extremely faint flame. Tearfully, Yanalyn thanks him for the journey. She explains the impact he's had on her life and how she wishes she had a chance to get to know him. But before she can finish sharing her thoughts and feelings, the lantern goes out. Smoke rises from the wick as Andrew exhales his last breath. A grief-stricken Yanalyn tightly squeezes his hand and begins sobbing. He was just 17.

You're sitting in the grass beside them.

What do you do?

A little girl named Lily has gone missing. You've teamed up with legendary angel Emma to investigate. An angel is required for this investigation because the culprit is expected to be supernatural. Emma gives you a moral alignment scanner, or MAS. You immediately scan her. The device displays the following message:

Emma

Lawful Neutral

While Emma's ultimate goal is fulfilling her duty to protect humanity, she finds humans to be annoying, is quick to resort to violence, and can be unnecessarily brutal when killing demons.

Emma: "Don't scan me. Scan suspects. You're wasting the battery."

You: "Sorry. Just making sure it works."

You two visit a private park, which has a surprising number of people in it despite being private property. A man in a robe guards the entrance. You scan him. The MAS device simply says "Error".

Man: "You... are quite a strange being. What is your name?"

Emma: "Emma. And I'm an angel. How is that strange?"

Man: "...Angel?"

Emma: "Have you never heard of angels?"

Man: "I'm afraid I haven't."

Emma: "Alright, well, we need to search the premises. I'm Divine Special Operations. They're a city guard, I think."

He looks confused.

Man: "Uh... Look, I hate to disappoint you two good people, but I will have to deny your request."

Emma: "I'm not asking you. Open the gate."

Man: "..."

Emma: "..."

Man: "Right this way." He opens the gate and lets you two in.

Everyone here is wearing robes. You scan multiple people, but get the same error message every time.

You: "Emma, I think this thing is broken."

Emma: "There," she says, pointing to a little girl sitting alone on a bench. "I think that's her."

You: "Welp, that's convenient."

You two approach.

Little girl: "Oh no. Am I in trouble, officers?"

Emma: "Of course not, sweetie. What's your name?"

Little girl: "Maddie."

Emma: "...Maddie?"

Maddie: "Mhm!"

Emma: "Um... Are you sure your name isn't Lily?"

Maddie: "Pfft! HAHAHAHA..."

Emma: "Maddie, this is serious."

Maddie: [Laughing] "By the gods! What a ridiculous question!"

You scan Maddie. MAS responds this time and gives the following message:

Madison Elisabeth Taylor

Neutral Evil

Madison is a supernatural predator. By touching people, she can edit their memories—erasing and adding memories as she pleases—and program them to be whoever she wants them to be. She's used this ability to build her own cult, which kidnaps children for her to absorb. By absorbing children, she not only obtains their memories, but also their youth—allowing her to maintain the appearance of a child despite being in her late 70s. She's arrogant and extremely manipulative—taking sadistic pleasure in toying with people's emotions.

You: "Uh... Emma?"

Emma: "One second. I think she's the one."

What do you do?

You accepted the quest of carrying and delivering 25 lbs of supplies from one nation to the other. You're doing this in service to the queen of a predominantly pixie nation. Pixies are a race of tiny winged humans that are around 10 inches tall.

Queen: "The path you will travel is treacherous, but do not fear. You will be guarded by the greatest warrior in all the land—Karla The Hawk Slayer."

Karla lands on your shoulder.

Karla: "Pleasure to be of service."

You: "..."

Well... hawks have gotta be absolutely terrifying if you're 10 inches tall. Having a reputation for slaying them is pretty impressive from that perspective. But what if you were attacked by literally anything else—bandits, demons, other predatory animals? Maybe you should sit this one out despite the fairly reasonable pay.

What do you do?

It's hard to say for sure what your relationship is with Sam. Sam is a demon and demons are incapable of feeling love or empathy. That pretty much rules out dating, but you two are good friends and enjoy many of the same benefits you could expect from a romantic relationship. For the sake of simplicity, you two are dating.

One day, the world suddenly goes to shit. Entire countries are wiped off the face the of Earth. Billions are killed and the world loses its mind. People raid local grocery stores to stock up, killing each other in the process. Safe to say that food and supplies are about to become very scarce. Besides the obvious, this is a major problem due to Sam's diet.

As a demon, Sam eats mostly raw meat. As long as Sam is well fed, they're no threat to you. You can probably see where this is going. Not only will Sam become dangerous when hungry, they're an intelligent being just like you are. They know food is about to become scarce, they know you know that food is about to become scarce, and they may do something desperate for their survival.

If you act now, you could catch them off guard. But there's still a chance they were never going to harm you and you would have attacked them for no reason. Or, you could try the peaceful route. If they really don't want to hurt you, you two can work together in the upcoming apocalypse. But if they do want to hurt you, you'll be easier to catch off guard.

Will you attack Sam? Or will you try to work together with them?

What do you do?

"Healing assistant — Healing ability preferred but not required."

You don't have the ability to heal, but you got the job anyway. Your boss is Vellaca, retired adventurer and owner of a small healing shop in a bad part of town. She provides low cost and occasionally free healthcare to anyone who needs it. The poor, the homeless, criminals, gang-members—it doesn't matter who you are or why you've been hurt. She's here to help.

But she's a healer, not a doctor. She doesn't use or prescribe medicine—including anesthesia—because she has never been trained to. Many substances are illegal for her to possess. And you can't heal an overdose. But she still does surgeries using common tools. It's the stuff of nightmares.

A muscular, heavily tattooed, rough-looking man is flailing like captured prey, crying, and making undignified noises while Vellaca digs through his insides—unable to escape due to his restraints. Despite his struggling, she remains calm and focused. As her assistant, you bring her tools and do your best to comfort the patient. Soon, it's over. Vellaca heals the wound shut. Her arms are covered in blood up to her elbows. She washes up and makes herself a bowl of cereal. You look at her in disbelief.

Vellaca: "What?"

You: "How can you eat after that?!"

Vellaca: "I'm a professional. That's not my first surgery, hun."

You: "..."

Well... if you're going to stay, you might as well get used to this. Otherwise, run for the hills.

What do you do?

Your angel friend Emma works very hard to keep humanity safe and barely gets any free time. So when she finally got a day off, you decided to treat her with a trip to the beach.

You: "So, what do you think?"

Emma: "It's about what I expected. But that's not a bad thing. I like it. It's nice here."

You: "There's plenty to do, too. But there's a lot of people here. Do you wanna relax or do you wanna look around for something—" Emma grabs and picks you up, knocking the wind out of you.

She's sprinting and carrying you away from the ocean. Looking behind her, you see the beach is rapidly flooding. A swarm of flying demons rise from the water and begin wreaking havoc. Emma literally throws you into a nearby boat and jumps in right before the tide hits the boat like a truck and carries it away, nearly flipping it in the process.

The water carries the boat through the flooding city. The massive wave rips the city to shreds and raises the water level to several dozen feet within seconds. Demons attack, forcing Emma to defend the boat with her magic.

Emma: "We're going to hit the skyscrapers! Try to steer the boat!"

You psych yourself up and get up from the boat's floor. You try to steer the boat and quickly realize that the engine isn't on.

You: "I can't! It's off!"

Emma: "Forget it! Get down!"

You lay on the floor and cling tightly to one of the boat's seats. It's a wild ride with several close calls, but you two make it out in one piece. The demons are gone and the water is calm and receding back into the ocean. The boat gets closer and closer to the ground before landing in a field. It's finally over. Out of curiosity, you check the boat's equivalent of a glove box and find the keys to the boat. They were there the whole time. Maybe don't tell Emma this.

Speaking of Emma, she is reprimanded by the Divine Council for being "ineffective." She saved you, but nearly a million people were killed in the freak flood. She'll be confined to a jail cell for the next 30 days.

You're allowed to visit her and can even bring a gift.

What do you do?

As the new chief, you've decided to overhaul the department. One utterly baffling thing this department does is use succubi to track down criminals. Or at least it's baffling until the reasoning is explained to you. See, succubi are able to sense men from miles away. Exactly how they do this is unknown. If a fugitive flees to a remote area with little to no human activity, succubi with tracking collars are released in the area to help locate the fugitive. It's a cheap and risk-free way to track someone. But of course, there are moral issues.

Succubi are demons, obviously. Demons are usually not allowed outside the underworld but officials turn a blind eye to succubi due to them being harmless. Succubi never attack anyone, even if they're attacked, and sleeping with them only mildly drains a person of their energy. They're also incredibly difficult to kill due to their insane regenerative capabilities. Like all demons, they don't feel love or empathy. They're disobedient, only briefly following orders before reverting back to trying to seduce their target. They also only listen to men. However, their low intelligence and predictability makes them fairly easy to control.

They've been used to help track down and capture numerous fugitives and are surprisingly effective. However, this is obviously a form of slavery. It isn't legally recognized as slavery because succubi are demons and demons are not legally recognized as people, but succubi aren't being paid nor are they interested in payment. They're just locked in holding cells until they're needed. The media would have a field day if they saw this. But at least you now understand the reasoning behind the decision to use succubi.

You can immediately ban the use of succubi if you think the cons outweigh the pros. Or, you can continue using them and hopefully keep their usage a secret.

What do you do?

You have the day off today and have chosen to spend it at home. While relaxing, the doorbell rings. You answer it and discover that—to your surprise—the visitors are pixies. Pixies are a race of small humanoids with wings that allow for flight. You've only ever heard of them. You've never met any in person. These pixies in particular are female and about 9-10 inches tall. They're door-to-door salespeople and have come to offer you a service.

The service they're offering is a tooth-brushing service. For their safety, they will only brush the parts of your teeth that are visible when you smile. It will take about 20-30 minutes and will cost $125. So basically, you're paying $125 for a team of pixies to do in 30 minutes what you could probably do in less than 1. Not a great investment.

However, due to being small and fragile, pixies have a very hard time adjusting to society. Their labor is in very low demand and just about anything could kill them. They often die tragic deaths from everyday interactions. So while the value you're getting isn't great, your money is going to people who are doing everything they can to survive in a world not made for them.

Will you pay for their service? Or will you send them on their way?

What do you do?

Well, friend. You're hanging out with Yanalyn and Golomir but only Yanalyn is your friend. Golomir is a manipulative, cold-blooded sociopath. Yanalyn and Golomir are on the couch beside you.

Golomir: [Elf] "You're just the cutest widdle thing, you. You're widdle cheeks are so chubby. So pinch-able. Chubby-wubby, itty-bitty, widdle, [unintelligible]"

Yanalyn tugs her head away.

Yanalyn: [Elf] "I'm not a pet."

Golomir: "You're my pet."

Yanalyn: "I'm sorry but I really don't want to be treated this way."

Golomir: "But it makes me happy. You wanna make me happy, don't you?"

Yanalyn: "Yes but I want to be happy, too."

Golomir: "Can't you still be happy while making sacrifices? A good partner sometimes does things they don't really want to do to please the one they love. Wouldn't you agree?"

Yanalyn: "...Yes. I agree."

Golomir: "I promise I don't mean you any harm, but stuff like this really makes me happy. Can I please continue?"

Yanalyn: "...Yes."

Golomir: "Good girl."

Do you say anything? Or is this none of your business?