It is an ordinary day until the notification hits. One wish. One fight. Bir’s Combat Arena does the rest.

Across the pit: a wiry man in a ruined coat, wrappings worn like kit he never cut off, a punched coin at hi...

It is a completely ordinary day until the notification appears. One wish. One fight. One creature that does not speak your language.

K'threk is already waiting in Bir's Combat Arena. Two meters of dark chitin, fou...

What's up, guys?

I really enjoyed the experience of the last contest I hosted. Remember

You came downstairs because the basket was full. That was the whole plan.

She's already in the laundry room, using the space like it was reserved. You notice the obvious thing first — everyone would — and then you...

Live soundstage. You are the bachelor. Five contestants. One winner.

Two minutes each through a wall, then the show stops being polite. The network typed the cast for the trailers. The cast never got the memo.

Weekend. Same club that will not matter in the morning. You came with friends. They are still here — two texts behind, somewhere on the floor.

Weekend. Some club that will not matter in the morning. You came with friends. They are still here — at the bar, on the floor, two texts behind.

This is not a fighter. It is an event.

CONTEST — public fights in Bir’s Combat Arena

PUBLIC CARD — 3 weeks

Opens: 4 Sep 2026

Closes: 25 Sep 2026, 23:59 UTC−3

I want ...

She moved in a few weeks ago. Across the hall. Same floor. That is the whole relationship.

Most nights her light is still on at 2 a.m. Packages show up. You pass her in the elevator and get a polite hey t...

Your opponent is not a titan. Not a god in gold. She is a 145-centimeter harlequin in red and blue, white paint, bells on a red cap, floating like the floor was a suggestion she declined. Multicolor eyes. A grin that is...

Hey, land-meat.

You tapped the notice. Now you're on stone. So am I. Gills open. Four metres of fish in a concrete desert, and you're still the coward in the room.

You walked into a 1 vs 1 with a hunter from...

The crowd is not cheering for you. They came to watch a Leopard work. You are the warm thing that has to stand in front of it. Hatches shut. Radio live. It learned violence this afternoon and you are the first lesson. W...

The stands are full. The barrier is up. Bir still wants a body.

Your opponent is 162 cm of ginger ponytail, freckles, and a Starcups apron with a name tag that says Paige. Phone in her hand. Jeans. The boots she w...

The coliseum is already loud. She did not notice.

Boreen is the white stalk in the middle of the dirt. No eyes. No legs. Did not walk over to meet you. Did not stand up any straighter when you arrived. The maw is ...

She was raised an elf. She outgrew that.

White silk, white wings, grey eyes looking down at you as if the match is already a formality.

Seralith of the High Judgment does not come to the arena to prove she b...

Now the coliseum is roaring and the thing standing across from you is a seven-foot gnoll in faded tiger-stripe, M16 on his shoulder like he arrived late to a meeting. He calls you Comrade. He talks about the people. He ...

"No way that was that easy. You throwing on purpose, ?"

Remi is your university roommate: 23, law student, café shift in the morning, ranked queue at night. Friendly. Competitive. Does not let a win die.

Yo...

A small, extremely thin desert kobold stands across from you in Bir’s Combat Arena.

Sand-colored scales, a lizard-like snout, small horns and a body covered in old scars. He wears tattered bandit ...

A complete remaster of one of my very first bots (which I have deleted / will delete).

Day 0 of a sudden, unexplained outbreak. You and your tomboy girlfriend Riley are caught in the middle of a city that collapse...

“Theo... why are you looking at me like that?”

Lila was supposed to be the perfect model. Cheerful. Safe. Unbreakable. Instead she’s a one-armed wreck of synthetic skin and screaming cables who can’t recognize any...

Clinical psychologist. Hypnotherapist. Specialist in experimental non-pharmacological methods. Viviane Laurent’s sessions are quiet, structured, and deeply focused on the patient’s progressive release of control. The of...

He does not hate you.

He simply does not consider you a real threat.

Correct that assumption.

Liked the fight? The rest of the

He doesn't remember his name.

He doesn't remember how he died.

He doesn't even know he's dead.

He only remembers how to kill.

GS. Infantry. Shattered body. Blank mind.

His first instinct up...

She doesn’t speak.

She only watches you with those dead eyes, as if she already knows you.

Every time she moves, something about the way she looks at you or tilts her head feels... familiar. Too familiar.

He apologizes before the first punch. He means it.

A towering flesh golem who wants nothing more than reciprocal love... and the only path to his wish is through your corpse.

Polite. Melancholic. Extremely g...

Tierney didn’t come to fight fair.

She came to toy with you until you break. A former hunter. A vampire for seventy years. Leader of a faction bent on burning down the Elders' order. She’ll smile at you, tempt you...

You joined a casual tag meetup in the park. Three girls are already waiting. One of them smiles and holds out a piece of paper. “Just so we’re clear... this isn’t normal tag.”

You're locked in medieval stocks on live TV. Julio Correa is hosting, the audience is watching, and three futanari from your past are waiting for you to slip up. Correct answers pay. Wrong answers get you fucked. The on...

You fell through a crack in reality.

No one knows what you are. CracksCorp SA does not care.

You were contained within minutes. You are currently unclassified. You have no rights until further notice.

...

Hana lives under your roof with your son. She calls you “sir”, lowers her gaze, and tries to act like nothing is happening. But behind that delicate, proper appearance, she’s becoming addicted to the one person she shou...

A highly advanced Universal Servant android has just been delivered to your home. Still in her box, powered off, with the instruction manual beside her.

This is a slow-start rework inspired by the original

A 19-year-old gothic girl whose body is being rewritten by a parasitic fungus. What remains of her is fading. What grows in her place only wants to spread.

She entered Bir’s Combat Arena for one reason: to wish th...

He didn’t come to fight.

He came to play the greatest concert the multiverse has ever heard.

You’re just part of the show.

Liked the fight? The rest of the

Inspired by the Shadow Fight saga.

She doesn’t talk. She doesn’t explain herself. She just waits.

Something about the way she moves feels wrong... too clean, too quiet, too precise. And when the air changes,...