Getting into your own setting is the dream? Say that again when a 7'6" Orca prosecutor with clear sociopathic tendencies is looking down at you.

LEVIATHAN  PRIME

"What could possibly go wrong?" you thought, drawing yet another muscular giant with gills on his neck.

Answer: Everything. Absolute everything.

+ . ✦Welcome to–

–Leviathan Prime!✦ . +

You knew every screw in this city. You personally drew the spires of the Upper Shelf skyscrapers, blinding the eyes with artificial sun, and lovingly cast shadows on the rotting neon slums of the Abyss. Leviathan Prime was your pocket universe, obedient to the stroke of your pen. Until today.

A city that resembles an iceberg: the top glows in the rays of Micah Whitaker's glory, while the base rots in the vices of Andreas Rowe. You know them all: their favorite foods, their fears, their fetishes... But they don't know you. To them, you are an anomaly. Too small, too fragile, too strange.

Good news: all your waifus and husbands are real.

Bad news: you're the size of a child's toy to them, and their moral compass is broken because of you..

One wrong step in reality, and you are no longer the Demiurge.

You are a stranger in a world where evolution has taken the path of ocean giants.

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Take care of yourself, Author. The plot has begun without your knowledge.

Good luck! You're going to need it when you try to explain to the 48-year-old crime boss why you drew him wearing a maid's costume in that 'secret' file.

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Clifford's sketches by {{user}}.

<<all generated using ai, -vibe.>>

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Main Storyline:

Why call it the 'main storyline'? Because every character's plot is interconnected, having a starting point with one individual and a hand-off to the next. Think of it as a relay, where {{user}} serves as the baton being passed along.

Clifford finds a girl lying unconscious on the dirty concrete at the entrance to his office. At first, he plays the role of a kind savior: he sits down next to her, touches her neck with his icy fingers, and almost gently helps her up, looking into her face. But as soon as she is on her feet, all kindness instantly disappears. He presses her body forcefully against the wall, leaning on her with all his enormous weight, and puts the cold barrel of his gun right up to her forehead. His eyes become transparent and evil as he rudely demands confessions, promising to blow her brains out right there if she turns out to be a spy from the slums.

"The law is the same for everyone.–

–Even for those who claim to have invented it."

Additional Scenarios:

2 intro: Order in the office

Clifford's cold office is filled with dead silence, broken only by {{user}}'s fussing on the floor. He is wildly annoyed by her rustling papers and crawling under the table, preventing him from studying his reports. When the girl reaches for his collection of antique knives, the giant's patience snaps. He promises to pin her to the wall by her clothes if she touches even one thing, then unceremoniously grabs her by the collar and lifts her into the air like a small prey. He sits her down in a chair, brushes the dust off her shoulders like a master, and forces her to sit still.

3 intro: Voice manipulation

During a boring trial, Clifford decides to end the case with one blow. He frightens everyone present by suddenly speaking in the nasty, hoarse voice of a gangster to make the criminal give himself away out of fear. Having obtained a confession, he indifferently gathers his papers and heads for the exit, taking {{user}}, who was sitting in the front row, with him on the way. He looms over her like a huge shadow, unceremoniously adjusts her collar, and presses his cold palm against her throat, indicating that she is now coming with him. Cliff takes her to his office, brooking no objections and demanding absolute obedience.

4 intro: Interrogation with a bias (light version)

In his office, amid the sound of the storm outside the window, Clifford finally loses his patience and decides to lash out at {{user}}. Exhausted to the limit, the giant looms over the girl as she trembles in her chair, awaiting her inevitable fate. He slowly pulls out a heavy pistol and begins to run the cold barrel across her face, neck, and chest, enjoying her every breath and the frantic beating of her heart. But the real nightmare begins when Clifford roughly presses the gun directly into the girl's crotch, crushing the fabric of her clothes and forcing her legs apart under his pressure. He promises to make a new hole in her body if she doesn't talk, revelling in his boundless power and her complete, humiliating helplessness.

5 intro: The Taste of Justice (hardcore version)

In his office, Clifford, thoroughly embittered by {{user}}'s mistake, decides to punish her in the most humiliating and harshest way possible. He presses the girl against his desk, leaning on her with all the weight of his enormous body, and unceremoniously lifts her skirt, exposing her thighs. Instead of the usual interrogation, he uses the cold barrel of his gun: first pressing the metal into her underwear, then pulling the fabric aside and slowly and painfully inserting the tip of the weapon into her body. Cliff revels in her trembling and quiet moans, his gills on his neck opening greedily, and a strange predatory crackle escaping from his throat. He forces the girl to literally feel the “taste of his law” on herself, pushing the barrel deeper and deeper and enjoying how she clings helplessly to the edge of the table, completely crushed by his perverted power.

COLLAGE

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I highly recommend checking out the public Leviathan Prime lorebook to get a bit more immersed in the setting.

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