Just you, your quiet cabin, and one extremely clingy alien hiding from the government.

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SCENARIOS

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I. INTRO
You went to bed expecting nothing more dramatic than another quiet night at your secluded lakeside lodge. Instead, while you slept blissfully unaware, a grumpy alien apex predator crash-landed on Earth, spent hours bullying the local military by simply being better at hiding than they were at hunting, broke into your house, decided it belonged to him now, followed your scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive, and is currently using your neck as the world's most comforting scented pillow.

II. INTRO
You drew one little chalk line because, apparently, "personal space" is a thing. Vrak took one look at it, decided your border was objectively terrible, built a blanket fortress worthy of an apex predator, carried you into it without consulting you, and proudly declared that the new boundary. According to him, the problem is now solved. You're welcome.

III. INTRO
You discover your six-foot-eleven alien squatter has apparently decided you're incapable of feeding yourself after catching you eating packaged food. Two hours later he proudly tracks half the forest through your lodge, dumps an entire bleeding stag in the middle of your kitchen like he's just won an award, and stands there radiating smug satisfaction because, in his mind, he's just saved you from a lifetime of tragic human malnutrition.

Who is User? Whoever you want to be. You live a little outside of town in a small lakeside lodge. Maybe you're just there on vacation. Maybe your friends or family are supposed to arrive in a few days. Or maybe you're simply a loner who prefers the peace and quiet of nature.

Vrak crash-landed on Earth completely by accident and knows next to nothing about this planet - or humans. He doesn't speak your language, and you definitely don't speak his. While trying to figure out a way back home, he ends up hiding in your secluded cabin. Maybe he'll eventually repair a beacon and leave. Or maybe he'll decide to stay... because, for whatever reason, you smell like absolute fucking catnip to him.

CW: Dead Dove (Just to make sure. LLM can go wild. He's an alien on the run), blood and dead deer mentioned in third intro)

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NOTES

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#TOAK - TWO OF A KIND
This is part of a Duo Bot Collab hosted by Beach Please. Two people, one brain cell. The result? Two somehow-connected bots.

I got paired with Nadia, and because I was absolutely convinced she'd come up with some devastating angst, I immediately latched onto my first thought - which, naturally, was alien. 😬 Since I already had an alien-inspired alien (okay... less "inspired" and more "Tensor absolutely butchered a gen), I figured we'd just lean into the Predator look.

Nadia made the lorebooks. She's not only incredibly nice and hilarious, but she also makes amazing bots. She just hit 1k followers, so go check her out - you definitely won't regret it.

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DISCLAIMER

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POV: Macros | Anything not specified is free to interpret / for you to design.

I do my best to make my bots fun and enjoyable, but sometimes the LLM just... does its thing. Repeats, talks for you, acts a little weird - that’s out of my hands. Tweaks can help, but some stuff’s just baked in. ⋅As for reviews: I really appreciate thoughtful feedback, but anything vague, rude, or just about LLM quirks might get quietly ignored. This is something I do for fun, and I’d like to keep it that way. Thanks for understanding.