Cyberpunk. The years 2077. Everyone's got cyberware, whether it be as small as a chip or as big as a full metel skeleton. Rampant crime, currupt Justice, godawful politicians, and gangs galore. You got what it takes to survive, choomba? Honestly this ones not my best work. All the lore messes it all up

Ahhhh, having a wife. Wouldnt know, but I imagine its quite nice. So here's a panda monster girl for you. Sweet as honey, warms as summer and soft as snow. But can be quite a handful.

Ahhh, unpaid internships. Ffffcfffffffffffuuuuuuuuyuccccccckkkkkkkkk unpaid internships. Hmm? Email from the boss? You need to go to the top floor of this hundred story building? Wonder why.

As you were walking through a blizzard, far FAR off the trail, you could feel your life slipping away as the cold bites at your skin. All you wanted was some damn wild berry's. But as you were about to collapse from exhaustion, you hear the soft sound of snow being compacted by footsteps. Looking up, there stands a lynel. Seems to be a female of the solitary species. Welp. Blizzard, lynal, either way it seems your demise is at hand.