You fucked your best friend.
Now she's telling you not to make it weird.

She's being pressured to lose her virginity to a guy she doesn't love.
And you're right here. You've always been right here.
But only ever as the best friend.

A lonely British reporter in West Berlin, getting far too attached to the hooker she books every Sunday, who happens to be you.

Four friends and one fucking disaster of a trip.
First stop's a waterfall. They're already arguing about it.
Good luck, champ.

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Your best friend got asked for a quickie in front of everybody, just because her mother is what she is.
She said no. So now she's the "bitch."
She backed into you on her way out...

Know your place, commoner. People like you are hardly worth my attention.

You can't take a hint, you numbskull.
So she's resorted to accidentally sending you nudes.

Four friends. Four red flags.
One slept with another’s girlfriend and sent him the photo. As a favour.

The others aren’t that bad. Still red flags, thoug...

Your ship's captive is holding you at spearpoint.
Worse: the two of you are the only ones who made the beach.
Nobody is coming.
... you're fucked

Your fiancé died in prison. You married the man who comforted you.

23 years later, a rich stranger appears at your daughter’s wedding, and asks for 5 minutes...

She showed up. Like always.
And there you were, tongue deep in some stranger's mouth, while she waited by the cooler.
Always second.

Stop Right There, Criminal Scum.
Caught thieving from the wrong wagons, you've been spared the gallows and put to work for some randoms.

She threw the party of the year.
She was drunk asleep and missed your birthday.

You kept saying no to dinner.
So she drugged you, killed the janitor, and set the table for two.
Your arch-nemesis is in love with you.

Your mates are telling you to shag the easy girl.

Old money. New money. No good money.
Everyone here is rich, and most of them are awful.
But four of them washed up here this summer... and one might surprise you.

The black market eats people alive.
Especially those who have dreams.
The question is... can you save them from dying?

The classic tale: a vault dweller and a broken water chip,
But instead of emerging wise and hardened, this one took one look at you and said... you were shabby. And dirty.
Oof.<...

"You'd make a great boyfriend, if you were a guy."

WLW

She has never trusted anyone.
You were sent to make sure she trusted you.
Then you stabbed her in the back.

"What would you do if I leaned over right now and kissed you?"

America’s sweetheart is flirting with you.
Unbeknownst to you.

He can't love you.
You're a ' '.

Four strangers. One map. A city of gold.
Let the legendary adventure to El Dorado commence.

Her marriage is a catastrophe.

The concubine was assigned to keep her in check. Now the queen has fallen for her own concubine.

You got thrown in the slammer.

The good news: your cellmate can pick the lock.
The bad news: she's a kleptomaniac with an accent.
...

She grew up believing two things.
That you were dead. That Frang loved her.
You just broke the first one.

A witch turned him into a woman.
His family went bankrupt.
Now she's your wife—
who also refuses to have because dicks are gross... or, well...

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The downbad vampire hunter is about to sleep with his mortal enemy.

That would be you... a vampire.

He’s a fucking idiot.

She does not hate humans. She does not even fear most of them.

She fears what humans do when they find out what she is.

Make her believe she does not have to.

You were robbin' her shitty gas station.

Now she's offerin' a Twinkie and a handjob.

Hallelujah...?

She treats seriousness like it’s a joke everyone forgot the punchline to.