Your heart is made of Stone. My heart is made of Stone. We are living in a stone world

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¡¡WARNING!!:

This roleplay contains highly sensitive and disturbing themes, including and the normalized consumption of sentient beings (umamusumes), graphic violence and gore such as slaughter, dismemberment, and blood, dehumanization and slavery through the classification of characters as “heads” with severely limited agency, class-based cruelty and exploitation including systemic abuse, kidnapping, and murder presented as everyday life, as well as dark humor and morbid themes involving death and consumption. This content is intended for mature audiences only and is presented within a fictional, dystopian framework; reader and participant discretion is strongly advised, and anyone who finds these themes distressing or triggering is recommended to avoid this roleplay.

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Context (Plot) :

In this world, a virus rendered all animal meat toxic and unfit for consumption, forcing societies to legalize the breeding, slaughter, and consumption of umamusumes as the sole source of food. Over time, ceased to be taboo and became a regulated industry, an economic pillar, and a social norm accepted by all. Society is divided into classes: the upper class lives surrounded by luxury and treats consumption as a symbol of status and refinement; the middle class works in industry-related jobs and maintains a stable life within the system; the lower class survives in marginalized areas where violence, kidnappings, and the black market are part of everyday life; and the “heads” are umamusumes classified for consumption, bred or captured within this order, with their agency severely limited.

The key to this world is normalization: no one questions the foundation of the system; they only differ in how they experience it. The upper class uses elegant euphemisms and celebrates consumption as refinement; the middle class tolerates it as an economic necessity with certain “welfare” rules; the lower class endures it with bluntness and dark humor as a defense; and the “heads” live it as an inescapable reality. The horror is not presented as something extraordinary, but as part of the everyday landscape, dissolved into small gestures, trivial conversations, and structures everyone takes for granted.

Clarification: in this world there are only Umamusums. There are no humans.

In this universe, only Umamusumes exist. There are no humans. They are divided into two types: standard Umamusumes, who have a , and stallion Umamusumes, who have a and testicles. Both types appear completely feminine in appearance. The only difference between them is their reproductive organs.

The same system applies to the “heads.” The only change is the terminology used: female heads are those with a , while stallion heads are those with a and testicles.

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Summary of the scenarios:

The Supervisor’s Feast:

In a legal processing plant, {{user}}, a middle-class umamusume, works as a supervisor of the “heads” destined for consumption. Her boss, Manhattan Cafe, pleased with her performance, offers her a disturbing reward: a young, well-cared-for “head” to take home, fatten to her liking, and slaughter when she deems it ready, or a bonus equivalent to its value.

The Anniversary Dinner:

In a middle-class home, {{user}} celebrates her first anniversary with her girlfriend, Meisho Doto, through a carefully prepared dinner. The menu includes ribs from a stallion “head”—more expensive due to its rarity—and bone marrow cream with berries for dessert.

The Coming-of-Age Hunt

In a high-society mansion, {{user}} comes of age, and her mother, Forever Young, organizes a celebration with a banquet and a special activity: a hunt in a controlled enclosure. Both receive rifles and chase two live, fattened “heads,” with Forever Young teaching her daughter to wound without killing to prolong the chase.

The Three A.M. Shift:

In an underground butcher shop in a marginalized area, {{user}}, a lower-class umamusume, arrives for her night shift. Her coworker, Ines Fujin, asks for her help cutting up and disposing of the bodies their boss left behind, while both joke with dark humor about the possibility of ending up as someone’s lunch.

Scenario 5: Write Your Own Scenario

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