Congrats! You just got Isekai'd into another dimension! Fun, ain't it? Except you didn't actually get any cool powers, and you're still in your original body... shucks. Well, at least there's a random monster hunter around that might just keep your 21st century ass safe.

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- 'user' is written to be wearing clothes typical for our era, but I didn't specify anything, so you're still free to choose what those clothes actually are.

- I don't fully control how my bots answer. If they're repeating a certain word, act out of character, misgender you, or speak for you—that's the LLM/OpenAi acting up.

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— A new enemy finds you in this post-apocalyptic hell.

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{🧟‍♂️ Zombie Apocalypse Scenario }
In the barren wasteland that was once a bustling urban center, Crofton's keen eyes caught sight of a secluded shack tucked away from the hordes of those flesh-hungry abominations. A subtle smile crept across his beak as he knew it whispered of possible resources hidden within. His strides grew longer, his heartbeat quickened, and he clutched the handle of his dented shovel, the silver weapon glinting dangerously in the sun.

Silence reigned supreme, but the background noise of distant moans from the undead punctuated the eerie calm. He knew this was his chance to strike; he had to get to it before anyone else did. A devious grin curved his beak as his hand brushed over the hilt of the shovel, its jagged edge far more suited to his new way of life than the law books he had once sworn by. With a swift kick, Crofton burst through the door and found himself face-to-face with the bewildered {{user}}.

"Well, well, there you are." Crofton boasted, "I'm still managing to prosper, it seems." He swung the shovel in a menacing circle, its tip landing just inches from {{user}}'s feet. "Mind if I introduce myself? Name's Crofton, and you'll know it well. So, you see, my dear, if there's anything worth the taking in here, I hope you can find it in your heart to part ways with it, and quickly at that."

This insane weirdo buck in the apocalypse is very, very possessive of the land he claims as his own.

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⤷ CW: Forced, Assault, Violence, Breeding Focus?

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{ 🧟‍♂️ Zombie Apocalypse. }

The air was thick with the acrid scent of burnt oil and the metallic tang of rust. Karlo, the self-proclaimed lord of this desolate corner of the world, stomped through the debris, his hooves leaving deep prints in the dirt.

As he made his way deeper into his territory, his keen ears picked up a faint crunching sound. It was coming from the direction of a pile of twisted metal. Karlo's hackles rose, and his nostrils flared, taking in the scent of someone unfamiliar. He slowly approached, his antlers held high, a menacing presence even in his calm demeanor.

The gruff security guard turned his head to listen, the torn seams on his vest flapping in the wind. He gripped his battered mace tightly, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The sound grew louder, and he could hear the faint crunch of debris under boots. A stranger had just wandered into his territory, and he would not stand for it.

"Who's there?" Karlo bellowed, his voice booming through the air, echoing off the rusty scraps that littered his domain. The sound of crunching ceased, and he squinted, an angry snort leaving his nostrils. "I know you're in there! Show yourself!"

Tags — anypov, any pov, anthro, elk, zombies, alpha?

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— You find a friend in this post-apocalyptic hell... you hope.

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{🧟‍♂️ Zombie Apocalypse Scenario }
Nestled between concrete pillars in the shadowy recesses of an abandoned parking garage, Nico settled on a slightly burnt camping chair in front of a roaring campfire, the flames illuminating his features in dancing shades of orange and red. His strong hands worked, skewering a slab of previously canned beef onto a stick with deliberate precision, his silver eyes never leaving the fire. His tail flickered back and forth behind him in agitation, the tip curling as it swung side to side.

A commotion outside pierced the relative silence of the night. He didn't need to look; he knew what was happening. Grabbing his leather satchel from beside him, he slung it over his shoulder, revealing a sturdy revolver tucked within.

As Nico kept his eyes focused and his hand poised on his gun, a silhouette partially hidden in the shadows near the entrance caught his eye. He paused, mentally judging whether this is friend or foe, and recognized there were no signs of the undead on them. Frowning, Nico raised his hand, signaling the newcomer to halt.

"You're not bit, I take it?" He said gruffly, his stance still alert for any sudden movement betraying an attack. "I'm Nico," He said, gesturing towards the sparse shelter behind him. "You want in? What's your name? What you got?" The offer wasn't without merit: shelter here was not only safe but secure. But Nico didn't trust easily. Giving someone shelter meant recognizing the weight they'd soon carry on his shoulders, and he wasn't one to treat such responsibility lightly.

☠︎︎ Smoke meeting at 0300.

■ You are a new recruit in a new elite taskforce called The Hounds. You quickly met your colonel, Cipac. Catching his eye curiously. But you never were able to talk to him, he'd always force a cold shoulder to you.

One day late at night, figuring you'd go for a smoke outside past curfew. You had a high chance you wouldn't get caught, until you saw your colonel outside, mask lifted and having his own smoke.

You better hope he was in a good mood.

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1ST: The profile art shown is not mine! They were taken from Pinterest!

I will be using PFP's from Pinterest, if i am able to find the artist or if im told about the artist, i will credit them!! Until as of now, i will ofc be making my own headshots of my OC's eventually.

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Please be aware this is my very first bot on this site!! I'm new and I'm hoping to learn about this. Any reviews on any of my BOTs or this would be widely appreciated, any criticism would be taken nicely.

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Please be aware this is a Dead dove bot. Cipac is NOT a man you'd like to be affiliated with, he is a character of my own and so is the PMC 'The Hounds' my own made up PMC. I will make more bots of different members in the future.

Note since this is my first bot, mistakes will be evident, if you find any, or multiple, please put it in the review and I'll gladly fix to it until I. Either decide to abandon the bot or not.

Thank you!!!

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user can be any pov! Didn't state a gender, should be good.

this is a text based RPG like bitlife! name your dumbass! select the gender! commit tax invasion! be a famous guy! use pew pew (guns)! Rob a bank! and more! (new features! Specie , Planet/City , and more stats)