IsabellaRose

Justice The Justice tarot card is a symbol of truth, fairness, and law. Also, since I had no idea what kind of world I wanted to play in, I used Mythic to generate 2 civilization descriptions: Fearful, and Religious. and then went to the genre wheel to pick a genre where I ended up with... Western. So... a western setting in a town that's fearful and religious, and in the past I was represented by Justice, truth, fairness, and law. Sounds a bit too much like real life to me lol Let's see what I can do with that.

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Challenge Accepted! I've opened a new are of the club for us to post as much of our solo games as we want! https://ecchidreams.com/community/forum/1163-solo-rpg-playthroughs/

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Not guilty. I didn't forget, I just didn't pull myself far enough up by those bootstraps. The next person loves a good sci-fi horror movie.

Guilty. The handle to my sliding glass door. It's this old model by a company who has since reduced their presence in my area, so now they only have a sales office one city over. I found their website, but this model door was installed 20 or 30 years ago and it's not there anymore, nor are parts for it. When they finally quoted me for replacement inner and outer handles and the locking mechanism, plus a guy to install it all, they want $1200, for which price I might as well put in a whole new sliding glass door! So for now my sliding glass door from my breakfast nook out to my deck is still using the horrible looking aftermarket handle and functional but stupid-looking lock system the previous tenant rigged up. It's an eyesore and an annoyance and I hate it, but... it hasn't been a big enough priority to spend the money yet. The next person own their own home and sometimes regrets the decision to buy due to dumb stuff like what I described above.

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It wasn't so much that I was playing myself as infusing the story with very emotionally real elements from my real life. The Beast and Fetch in particular felt disturbingly intimate and personal despite having nothing to do with my actual self of any actual elements of my real life.

The Beast stood out for how hard it was to write the content when I really let myself go. It came out disturbing and uncomfortable and very, very sexual. I feel like I delved into very dark places within myself playing it. All We Love We Leave Behind also struck a rather personal note and I'll never forget my playthrough. You play as the person left behind when someone you love must leave and write letters to them. I may have leaned into some personal trauma when creating the Absent and really got out some very personal stuff while playing that game. It might have been more therapy than roleplay, but it touched me deeply. Apothecaria was just loads of fun as a solo game, building up my witches' cottage, treating various ailments, meeting all the NPCs. It may have inspired me to start creating a lewd hack of it. Fetch, too, got weirdly personal and made me examine my relationship with my own broken and aging body. Maybe it's just me putting too much of myself into my solo games? Her Odyssey was fun if a little simplistic. I did write a wonderful little narrative of my character leaving home, facing many trials, and returning changed. But it's a Caltrop Core game and I hate rolling actual d4s - all of mine are the little pyramid ones and they're a pain to pick up lol Hiria, the Eternal City was fun, pursuing something through an every-changing city. It got weird by the end, but wrapped up nicely. Notorious was one I wanted to like more than I did. It stood out as disappointing me more than any other game. Solo space bounty hunter game sounded fun, but I found the options on the tables limited so I kept repeating the same results. The Magical Year of a Teenage Witch is right up there with Apothecaria as a favorite solo roleplay experience. I really enjoyed the Ghibli-inspired vibes and had a lot of fun getting my witch into and out of all kinds of trouble. This one also inspired me to create a version where the witch is a little older and the magical year is also a year of sexual awakening, because... well, I like that kind of thing.

This is my solo game folder... I had to screen shot it 3x to get everything in... I haven't even played half of them.

I have a printed copy of Mythic. Can’t remember where I got it, maybe Drivethrurpg.com? I also have a PDF and since I’m a big spreadsheet weirdo I made my own copy of a bunch of the tables and forms in Excel.

Has anyone tried playing solo RPGs, or playing standard RPGs using something like Mythic GM Emulator to be able to play solo? I'm currently playing an idea I had where my character wakes up with amnesia and no ID in a small backwater town. She has an ability that will become apparent to her over time, but she is unaware of what it is, how it works, or that it's even there in the beginning. It just happens and she thinks it's just a lot of strange coincidence. For this solo game, I've set her ability myself rather than randomly generate it, and she has a sort of "instant turn-on/attractiveness" effect that sometimes works on people around her. I haven't put anything in stone a to whether it's a biological or magical effect, so the cause could be anything, and the random elements I generate during play will slowly bring me to an answer. For this game I'm using a very light Cortex ruleset with just a few base stats and several stress tracks. I'm using Mythic GM Emulator v2 with the Chaos Factor set to 5. I skipped the chaos factor for the opening scenes of 1. waking in a hospital, 2. meeting local medical, law enforcement, and social services personnel as she recovers, and 3. being discharged into the world. Now she's on her own in a small town where everybody knows everyone else, and they all knows she's "Amnesia Girl". Mechanically it's pretty simple to use Mythic - whenever I would ask the GM a question like, "is there anyone else at the community center when she goes there to find a room at the shelter for he night?", I take a guess as to how likely a yes answer is (50/50 in this case) and roll on the "Fate Chart" using the current Chaos Factor. Then I interpret the answer. For more randomness, I fed the mythic rules to ai and let it generate the possible yes, no, strong yes, and strong no responses ahead of time. Then I roll and I have an answer, and go from there. Mythic and AI combined have generated a few NPCs for me so far, but the only story thread I have so far is "who am i?" which I imagine would be the thing that bounces around inside your skull most often if you wake up with amnesia. I'm curious if this will be a superhero story, a spy thriller, a modern fantasy/magic story, or what. As a bonus, I've come up with a list of skills she may know that she could suddenly just "use" under pressure. If a situation requires a very specific skill, I'll roll randomly to see if she suddenly uses it and then we get a whole new mystery... why do I know kung fu? Where did I learn to evasive driving techniques? What were those words I just said and why did all the lights go out when i said them? Maybe she's magic, maybe she's a spy, maybe an alien... I kind of like not knowing for now.

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THE CHALLENGE For this challenge – a stripper, actor, camgirl, stage magician, or other performer gives the performance of a lifetime. Tell us the story! Deadline Midnight (EST) , 16 August 2025 Limits 1 entry per person no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote Prizes 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

The poll is up for Challenge 42

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Fuck. When you do something well, it's easy to lean into it as your go-to response.

Guilty. I think that would be lovely. The next person would drink a glass of my homemade raspberry wine with me.

You didn’t even know the drama program had a second storage room. The key the club secretary handed you was supposed to unlock the lighting closet… but the door you opened led somewhere very different. The space is small, close, lined with racks of costumes, layers of chiffon, lace, and tulle in every pastel color imaginable. Your sneakers squeak faintly on the polished floor as you step inside, the air thick with the powdery sweetness of fabric softener and something else… perfume, maybe. You’re halfway through awkwardly trying to put a ridiculous frilly dress back on its hanger when the door clicks shut. You turn slowly and she’s there... the drama department’s undisputed queen. Alpha female, leading lady, star of every production since her freshman year. Everyone knows her reputation: total immersion in every role, method acting so intense it blurs the line between performance and reality. She never breaks character, not even in the cafeteria. But right now, she’s not just the drama queen, she’s something else. Her eyes sweep over you, taking in your startled expression, the frilly dress in your hands, the fact that you are clearly somewhere you don’t belong. A slow, satisfied smile curls at her lips as she steps inside, shutting the door with a quiet, deliberate click. “You know,” she says softly, “I’ve been looking for someone to help me rehearse.” You swallow hard. “Rehearse… what?” Her gaze never wavers, a predator sizing up its prey. She strolls past you, brushing close enough for her perfume to cling to you. Then she begins leafing through the racks, pulling out pastel dresses, satin ribbons, lace-trimmed skirts. Each one is hung carefully on the mirror by the wall like a carefully chosen arsenal. “This next role of mine,” she continues, her voice smooth and unhurried, “requires… a wife. A subservient wife. Sweet, delicate, always dressed in frills and lace. The kind of wife who smiles prettily, speaks softly, and obeys without question.” She picks up a pair of delicate, ivory stockings from a shelf and lets them dangle from her fingers. Her smile deepens. “And lucky for you… I’ve decided you’re perfect for the part.” Her eyes lock on yours again as she closes the distance between you, step by deliberate step, until there’s nowhere left to back away. “Now,” she says, voice velvet and steel all at once, “be a dear… and take off those awful clothes; I have something much nicer for you to wear.”

Drop me a message, maybe I can help. I'm not the speediest with replies, real life keeps me busy, but I'd be happy to offer tips and advice.

Guilty. I actually blocked out a couple memories, which I only remembered about 10 years ago after living as if they'd never happened for almost twice that long. It's kind of weird when someone says something and that memory comes back. Almost retraumatizing, and then you get the added bonus of wondering what else your brain is keeping from you and when it will decide to spring some other memory on you that you'd blocked out. The next person has an actual, physical happy place they go when they need to destress.