Red Dog Krim

Isekai - 18+ - MATURE - F LF M

Welcome to the happier fun Isekai plot.

Vampire Squirrels with batwings will eat you if you aren't old enough for this.
(it's a cute fluffy death though).

Warnings:
18+, NSFW, Slavery, leveling (NO dice rolls), job systems, killing likely.

F looking for M (to be the Isekai'd master)

RP done via onsite PM.

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You, the Protagonist, are Isekai'd. Truck-sama loves to send people to new worlds. Especially those who are down trodden, those with regrets about their life, or those who are living the high, and Neets (mostly those I hear). You choose your Truck-sama moment.

You are one of those people. You get a nice super power, the Goddess is caring, and while she has been trying to get Truck-sama under control; her recent lack of success has her using up a bit of her power trying to alleviate the injustice of its actions.

As a form of apology, she can send you to another world, or she can let you pass on to the afterlife where you will forget everything and evaporate into the nothingness that is death. Your soul will merge into the life stream, combine, twist, separate, and then reincarnate as a whole new person. Everything you are or were obliterated by the cycle... gone.

Your choice really. (it's not, you pick the first one)

It is very Sandbox, but below is some VERY GENERAL -

World Info:

Hider

The World is very fantastical with magic abounding. The world, weirdly enough, has a leveling and job system. Monsters evolve into newer stronger monsters as they level, and at a higher strength gather 'sentience' and more human looks. One of the reason humans just consider non humans 'monsters'.

Warning, Slavery is rampant in this world, and you're going to get one/some. If you're not careful, go far into debt, or piss someone off you would wind up as one. Slavery is NOT a temporary thing, it is magically based and slave brands cannot be removed, only transferred to a new master. Once one is made a slave, they are a slave for life. There are some basic commands built into the slavery brand and one is they can't kill themselves. If one can, before the brand is sealed (and seared) onto them, many try to do so. Most are unsuccessful, sleep spells and all that. Keeping the master alive is also built into the brand (usually with negetaive effects during battle).

Any race, monster, creature can be branded. (even freaking normal, non magical, fluffy, cute bunnies)

If the master dies, then the branded ones die if they are not transferred quickly enough. (Older nobles transfer ownership when ill, or when going off to war a husband/wife would transfer to kids or wife/husband, etc. If they didn't then when they die all the slaves die and wipe out the families wealth. Common practice is to use a slave brand on something so that one knows when a loved one falls in battle during war. (Not usually on a speaking sentient slave, they cost too much for that.)

Races of Import: Humans, Light & Dark Elfs, Beastkin (it's pretty open to about all of them), orcs, goblins, Typical fantasy creatures pretty much any/all of them.

Classes: We can use like, DnD classes or something. I wanted them to 'rank up' and have pre-requisites. Kind of like Final Fantasy and Ragnarök online or something.

World Map: (found online to keep it simple. We can change if you have better one)
profantasy.com/annual/2009/images/gal…

Dungeons: Wild Mana condenses and forms a dungeon core which is what spawns monsters. If a core is active a long time it spawns stronger monsters inside the dungeon and around the area it is in. Dungeons are usually underground and no one is sure how some of them seem so… nice. Castles, etc. (probably trans dimensional magics or some such, not that important)

Important: Human country X is at war with a few of their neighbors, a righteous crusade to subjugate the non-humans. You are dropped into that place as a human.

Your reason for becoming a master: It could be anything, you feel sorry for a particular slave, you need the extra strength, you were a neet virgin and now want to get your rocks off, whatever YOU want. (I do have my preference on who you as the master is, but that won't be told, so choose from the above or come up with whatever you want).

I will play as NPC's until you CAN buy a slave.
The Slaves: When you get to buy one you will have a choice between… a number of them that I would be willing to play. Varying races, jobs, ages, personalities, etc. The more you buy the more people I have to control, so have mercy on my time and writing brain… and if you buy too many I will have to quit because I can't keep up with that much.

Guilds: They exist… typical fantasy ones, merchants, adventurers, mercenaries (for war), Etc. They communicate and you cannot join more then two at any given time. (most adventurers join the mercenaries guild since adventurers cannot also be mercenries... in the same way)

The Story: It's rather open. You can be the savior who ended the war and untied the kingdoms, go all white knight and go on a saga to end slavery... which means getting to the Gods themselves who put it in there, or you can just be a dungeon diver who lives his life one day at a time with his slave/s

Your Power: It can be pretty much anything, boosted mana, leveling speed increase, all stats +#, godly weapon that gives aura or something, Stuff like that. You cannot be OPM level strong that early it's a buildup. You start at level 1 like everyone else.
(you will get the typical 'omnilanguage' skill as a default)

Secret: While I will play any slave you buy M/F; I prefer F and any NSFW stuff will only happen as F slave.
Smut happens.

I AM ONLY TAKING ONE OF THESE.

Eden Entry (KRIM N T3KC)

The body was left behind, AI had wanted her to scavenge the corpse of anything valuable. However, after a bit of inspection the only thing was the armor and it wouldn't fit her frame. The good Sergeant was about six two or so. The bullet holes meant that it wouldn’t hold vacuum, and also… dead people were in it. Taking armor in a video game had seemed easy enough a few clicks and you were stronger. In the Real there were brains and… stink left after death.

Regardless, the small rooms along the unlit hallway were all sealed by the lockdown and her strength couldn't push the doors open. If there was power, perhaps a button or arm scan or something of the sort would get her through. Alas, no power to be found so she continued on, trying one door after another to see if there was ANYTHING. No luck, though perhaps the lack of luck was actually great fortune. Imagine if you opened the door and something terrible was in there.

AI was, unsuccessfully, running repair programs trying to get some of the lost and corrupted data back. That map would be infinitely more helpful. Or a 'You are here' map, but apparently those had gone to the wayside with the advent of some high technology of sorts. In her case, the schematics and GPS location should be in her head. She could pull up a map… and find out where she was at any time. Of course, FIB would have none of that.

Her optics picked up movement ahead and she paused… "AI, playback whatever we just saw and magnify it if you can." No response came, but the image in her right eye was replaced by a playback loop of a small… thing skittering across the floor. No heat signature but appeared human…ish from this distance.

Okay… control your breath, back up reeeeaaaaly slowly, and most importantly, be careful not to fuck up by stepping on something.

The 45 minutes of walking and checking turned into an hour long return back to Sergeant Whatever His Name Had Been, she kept hearing a skittering sound and was looking back over her shoulder to make sure nothing was actually following. Once back at the body she pushed him through and forced the doors closed… with a screeching… well screech. After they were closed the sounds stopped leaving her alone in silence with only her breath to be heard.

"Fucking great," she whispered and leaned back against the door. Four hours in and backtracking to avoid nightmares.

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Light footsteps were the only sounds outside of the breathe escaping her lips. The hallways would be all but unnavigable if she didn't have the ability to 'see in the dark'. She wondered how the 'partner' was getting along, were they still alive? Running for their lives? Without a fail notification from FIB she would simply hope for the best and keep moving… slowly.

[h]"That would be a most disagreeable situation,"[/h] AI replied after Smith had given a broad overview of the science fiction, survival, horror.

The overview had taken a good thirty minutes of explanation and answering questions most of which were, 'I don't know why?' The good news, there was no Insane mutated things crawling the hallways killing people and eating them, yet. If the Blood smears and other… things from the Assault Squad One pod room was to go by, there was still a chance.

After pushing another door open she was annoyed. Apparently there was a system for why specific doors opened specific ways but AI couldn’t pull up the data on what the system was because it was corrupted like so many other things that would be helpful. She 'wondered' why that would be. An armored body fell onto her as the door opened and she screamed… reflexes from horror movies be damned.

After Panicingly skittering out from under the heavy thing and pushing herself back with hands and feet she kicked the head as hard as she could. Whatever the humanoid was didn't move, though in retrospect the way it had fallen should have told her what AI was now. [h]"The Sergeant is dead, Sentient Smith."[/h]

AI initiated an involuntary, on her part, scan of the corpse happened; pulling up a few bits of information in her field of vision. Male, Sergeant Declasser, Hibe hatching order number 160/3,458,325, Environmental Sciences and Exploration - Party Three, Deceased, shot eight times, (one of which was in the head), time of death unknown. There were no weapons on the body so either he had nothing, or whoever had killed him had taken everything. Judging by the decay he had been dead at least a few weeks if not months. She wasn't a mortician.

"No kidding! Scared the life out of me. And here I always thought I would react better in these situations. Movies make it seem so much easier from the safer side of the screen."

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'Sentient Smith' was staring at the schematic that had taken over his right eye. The words AL1S hovered above the now clothed form. Clothed being what he…she was currently wearing. The diagram showed readouts of import such as body functions, wear on the frame, and battery life remaining. The battery life worried him, but it was about two weeks 'under normal operations' whatever that meant. Apparently 'GEAHR's were some mix of Cybernetic and Biological humans… really it was all gibberish. He was neither engineer or scientist… Barely even a good historian if he was truthful on the matter.

He did, however play video games and some of the numbers he was seeing could be compared to the typical human 'Pure' which AI had said was an non-genetically altered human. The AL1S frame was, under 'normal operations' about three times the strength and speed of your typically active 'pure' human. So at least she had that going for her.

"AI, how do I get out of here? Do you know where we are or have a schematic?" Smith questioned the voice in his head aloud, best to familiarize himself with the sound so it didn't distract him in the future somehow.

"Diagnostics show that approximately 32.48927465 percent of standard operating data is missing. This includes data on Sol Federation Colony Ship Eden Entry and the Barbaad system which holds the Colony Planet Eden."

"Ooooof course they do," she replied while looking around. There were other pods like the one AL1S has been in, but the bodies inside were mangled by… something. The pods seem to have opened or been opened forcefully and pieces appeared err… eaten. "AI, is this Squad one?"

"Affirmative, Sentient Smith," the voice responded in the standard monotone.

"I guess that means there's no assistance there either," the room was empty and destroyed, only one entrance/exit and that was a closed door. Now, if Sci-fi shows and games were true, the door would be the slide type so it was… probably openable assuming there wasn't some sort of ship wide lockdown in effect due to the OBVIOUS damage.

Walking steadily over to the door was a simple matter, after all she had been pacing the room getting used to moving about for the last few minutes after FIB had disappeared. Putting her whole body and what strength was available to her into it, she tried to push the door to the left then the right… but didn't get anywhere. "Sentient Smith, the door opened upwards."

"What sort of idiot," She stated as she squatted down and then pushed up slowly, feeling the cold metal door open bit by bit before it forcefully whisked open the rest of the way. "Develops a door that opens upwards?"

"That data was lost during-"

"It was rhetorical, AI. I did not actually want the answer." She replied, whispering now as she peered out into the gloomy hallway. No light of any kind, flickering and creepy or otherwise, was visible. The breathable air was a good sign, though AI had stated that in the event of a catastrophe Sol federation ships would lock down into modules with their own sperate life support. So, as long as she didn't open the WRONG door, life support stayed active, and should they still be in space, then everything would be fine.

"Please don't be like the movie Pandora…" She whispered again and moved into the hallway as quietly as possible.

"Sentient Smith, what is 'Pandora'?"

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It felt like dialup in his head, a screeching, yammering, beeping drone that went on and on; through an immovable lifetime, numbers filled the blackness that was his vision. He could tell what was happening, but he wasn't happy about it, at the top of his vision were blocky letters saying 'Boot up process'. Then again, at this point in time he wasn't happy about a lot of things. Being in his current situation, the incessant dialup sounds, the absurd visual that Fucking Insane Bastard, here forth known as FIB, showed him of his even more ludicrous death. His masterpiece indeed.

A mental hand rubbed at his forehead as he fought back the desire to scream out for the process of whatever was happening to HURRY UP! "Initialization Process complete," run through his head as if by his mental command. Ironic, probably not, FIB was probably still screwing with him.

"Foreign program detected, attempting to diagnose… failed."
"Foreign program detected, attempting to eradicate… failed."
"Foreign program detected, attempting to contain… failed."
"Foreign program detected, attempting t-"

"Yeah, I'm not a program, so stop," he thought at… whatever the… err voice in his head.

Everything ceased for a few moments as more and more of him came… online? What was he a robot? Really, Fuck FIB. His 'eyes' opened, luckily only the two, revealing a dark expanse. Only shapes could be made out, but he could FEEL something in his head thinking. An odd experience to have, but it was crunching numbers at an insane rate and for the moment.

"What are you?" the thing in his head asked… though maybe he was in its head. An interesting problem, but one he would prefer not to think on.

"A soul… I suppose is as good an answer as I can give right now," he returned the thought.

"Have I gained sentience?" the thing asked.

"No, more like a 'sentient' was shoved into your… brain. What are we, where are we, and can we move?"

It was silent for some minutes as his eyes stared unblinking at the world in front of him unable to make out more than the vaguest of shapes. "Diagnosing issues." it replied and left him to the silence again. Thankfully there was no incessant screeching dialup sound any longer, and the reply came forthwith.

"This unit has been locked out of multiple portions of its GEAHR frame. Functions include Motor_Functions, Communications_Module, Unknown Program, Sensory_Reception, Unknown Program, Unknown Program, and ERROR. Lack of these functions will increase computational power by 15.1869424032 percent. Database shows control of these functions have been allocated to Program 'Sentient_Smith".

"That would be me, can you try to find out what the unknowns and errors are, like run some more diagnostics or check archives or something?" he queried. "And how the FUCK do I move?"

"Diagnosing," the voice stated and went dead, leaving him to figure out the problem of his inability to move.

"Mobility online, Sensory_Reception online, Communication_Module online," the voice stated.

"Of course, why the fuck would it be any different," he thought as he tried to flex his digits and more and more feeling reached him bit by bit as the sensory receptors on his… frame? Came online.

"I can't see a thing in this darkness," he thought at the AI.

"Switching to night vision, overlaying thermal," the voice stated again.

"Thank you," he thought and looked around before attempting to move into a sitting position. However, on the way up something attached to his head caught onto a low hanging bundle of wires. An attempt to reach up and swat it away was met by the feeling that his hand was being held firmly in place. After a number of progressively stronger YANKS whatever it was broke loose followed by a dull hiss. A scream erupted from his throat which reverberated through the small room, the pain was quite horrible, but he was yelling at the bundle of wires. Taking his frustration out with one wild arm thrashing at them.

Short strands of black hair fell into Smiths field of vision obscuring the green tinged view. "What is a GEAHR?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Bringing up a schematic of this Frame," the voice replied before half of his vision went blank; replaced quickly by an image, arms and legs spread slightly standing up and spinning… naked.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!!?" a feminine voice shouted loudly!

"You don't like it?" FIB's voice echoed through the room and into the bodies sound receptors.

"You put me in a female body?" the fact that FIB was still around blown off by the fact he could yell at the thing now.

"You humans are very whiney about these 'sex' things aren't you. I can never really tell the difference. If you would prefer I could put you in a different model."

"I would very much prefer, yes." he voiced aloud in a… female tone.

"Right, let's see then, It looks like I could put you in one other nearby. It's a pleasure Model… ohh wait, also female, though she does have very large breasts. Males of the human species love large breasts, don't they?" FIB's voice stated into the air.

"Usually not attached to themselves," Smith replied aloud sarcastically to FIB.

"See, Humans are ridiculous, if you like something why would you not make it a part of yourself? So you want to swap?"

"That is ill advised, Sentient Smith. Pleasure Models do not hold any combat capabilities," his helpful inner voice stated.

"Right, but do you need helpful things like 'combat capabilities' in a death game? I think, not when you can simply procreate your way to victory. Think about it."

"I'll pass," he replied immediately and dryly his…her? face showing severe displeasure.

"Ohh… how sad. It would have been far more entertaining."

"You're really just fucking with me aren't you…"

He could feel the smirk, positively feel it, but FIB's only response was to change the subject. "Right, your first objective, whether you choose to accept it or not, find your partner. You have two days. Failure to complete the objective will result in… I dunno reduction of points and something. I'll come up with something in the next two days."

Eden Entry (KRIM N T3KC)

I figure it will probably be a few posts to meet up, not like 'wake up in the same section of the ship' or 'appear int he same section of the ship'. more wake up in the same area and then meet up soon after through one of the 'objectives'.

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Some Tech:

I mentioned 'skin suits' in the character ... think Wet suit, but more... high tech. So it regulates body temp, has other built in functions, etc.

Underclothes(if one wants) > Skinsuit > Clothes/armor > Next Level Sh**

I am totally open to a better name than 'skinsuit' which sounds quite morbid... but probably fits int he story hahaha... ha.

Something like these I think?

Male

Hider

roka.com/collections/maverick-wetsuit…

Female

Hider

roka.com/products/womens-maverick-x-w…

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Previous isn't all that important, but it gives a bit of character to who/what they were before the Isekai happened in my characters case.

I tend to reveal more as time passes than make a 17 page character sheet. Leaving it vague allows for some character development and such.

Previous:

Name: ?????? Smith
Age: 20's
Height: 5'11" (180cm)
Country: 'murica
Time period: 2013Ish (exact year not important)

Appearance: Pasty as hell due to lack of sun and ancestry. Black hair (dyed), Blue eyes, walks with a cane (wooden because he was snobbish like that). Tended to wear darker colors.

Personality: Bored, perhaps a bit of depression, but intelligent, calm, perhaps analytical… frightened of horror things like zombies, but watched the shows for the thrills. Greedy is an important bit.

History: All but crippled in a car accident when he was 11. Can walk, but not for extended periods without assistance of a cane (mentioned above). This made life, especially in school, a difficult thing for him and he would always dream of doing fun things again like… you know… not hobbling about. An avid reader and game player as a form of escapism. Graduated middling in his class from High school due to said escapism and was a middling performer in college where he went for a degree in History of all things. Got an office job where he stayed as a middling office grunt doing as his bosses commanded. (Probably that escapism acting up. Being in Lalaland all the time will do that to ye.)

He lived an uneventful life (Sleep->work->home->repeat)… until right at the end when he won very a nice sum in some American lottery the day before he died. Only close family attended the… reasonably closed casket funeral.

The Death: Run over by a Prius driver who was texting and driving, which was followed by an 18 wheeler which flung his body onto the railroad tracks that had him run over again by a train. A dog carried his head off and buried it somewhere, while the left arm flew and stabbed into a man's eyes nearly a block away after being drug by the train. This caused the man to run over the neighbor's cat with his lawnmower; which lead to his wife finding out he was cheating on her; which had him killed in a fit of passion (the next day no less). The right leg flew into someone's window which caused the person to swerve into a tanker truck and explode killing everyone at the intersection (including a number of passengers on the train)… all because Mr. Smith tried to beat the cross/walk light because he was hungry.
The police still puzzle over the absurdity of these events few years later.

Extra: The Brother he despised and never spoke with inherited the money which he used to put his son through college. The nephew then inherited what was left when his father (MC's Brother) also died an untimely death (under mysterious circumstances; which is speculated by many conspiracy theorists to have been formulated by the nephew). MC's Nephew used those funds to start a robotics lab. The robotics lab, just before the Nephews death in the early 2100's invented the first GEAHR. Coincidence? Likely.

Isekai:

Name: Alis
Age: Appears in early 20's, Manufacture date - 2232 year of Eden discovery.
Height: 5’6”
Race: GEAHR
Model: A-L-1-S (Assault Leader 1st Squad)
Country of Manufacture: ASIAN Federation

Appearance: Appears to be of central/south American decent in skin tone, is rather good looking, well built, but not a body builder of any level. An antennae sticks out of her forehead about a foot which appears to be a horn. Less than shoulder length black hair (because helmet seals), and 'her' iris's change color depending on what vision is being used (like thermal or W/E). (Humans are Vain even in the future)

The standard Robotics built into her skeletal frame, Nano fibers, etc. All of this makes her easily capable of outperforming most humans that have not undergone some small amount of cybernetic, or other enhancements. (Some Humans ‘sell themselves’ into services for the free upgrades.) Generally, only the highest end very cybernetically altered humans could be the match of an assault class. (none are a match for the Hunter class, even a child could overpower the Pleasure class most times). Wears the standard Red and Black 'Modular Suit' of an Assault Class GEAHR which under normal circumstances would be covered by armor of some type.

Personality: Calm, emotional, intelligent, creative, angry, likes cute things, not good with blood, guts, gore, giant insects, the small ones are fine mind you.

History: Created in the same manner that all GEAHR's are. Each GEAHR is 'manufactured' for its future function. As an Assault Leader AL1S comes with a higher A.I. Suite of functions for monitoring and controlling the squad and contacting the command. The AI is put through a battery of battle simulations and expected to match up to a specific K/D ratio for the squad they lead or they are scrapped (brutal).

Extra: The A.I. is still in there, because that bastard 'God' thought it would be hilarious… he claims. May be more functional reasons. So it's lieka second character which will speak to 'her' often, others less likely. The 'God' reworked things so that 'Smith' would have control of the body like any normal human. Other functions are still AI.

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Sol Government-
The Solar Federation: Each planet is equally represented by a pair of councilors. Each councilor gets a single vote for the Prime Minister. The prime minister serves 8yr terms and is then replaced. He/she cannot serve more than a single term and is then forced to retire into 'seclusion' where they cannot influence politics.

Organizations of Importance:

GUARDIAN Corp.: A PMC made up of predominantly retired Military personnel. Dispatched with a war Hero commander for this Colony's protection. Supposed to establish a base on each of the moons for easy access to the entire planet in case of emergencies (lol that went well).

Sol:

Mercury: Used strictly for by the SFM (Sol Federation Military). Civilians are not allowed approach without very strict clearance. One ask, then shoot is the rule here.

Venus: Largely colonized by moons, and used as inner Sol's Fuel station. Large Space Stations and a trio of Large Asteroids turned into Space Cities the with populations the size of 21st Century Tokyo.

Terra/Earth: Lost to Humans in a catastrophe in the unification war of 2107. A now inhospitable, radiactive, obliterated, unreconizable wasteland which is under severe restrictions for travel while terraforming is taking place. All 'Terrans' now live on large space stations above the planet or on Luna.

Mars: Terraforming factories are constantly doing what they can to increase atmospheric pressure and bring it in line with a more 20th century Earth like atmosphere, but most habitats exist underground. Only a breather is required since enough of an atmosphere exists now.

The Belt: Predominantly 12 point way-stations between inner and outer Sol are sprinkled throughout the belt, and controlled and run by the SFM. A few small habitats and mining colonies exist, but they too use the 8 point hubs.

Jupiter: The Largest Portion of Humanity now lives on three Mostly terraformed Moons of Jupiter. - Two days travel from Terra.
Moons of Jupiter

• Io: The innermost -
• Europa: The second - Used mostly for ice mining.
• Ganymede: The third -
• Caltsto: The fourth -

Saturn:
Moons of Saturn

• Titan: The
• Rhea: The
• Iaptus: The

Uranus:
Moons of Uranus

• Moon 1:
• Moon 2:

Neptune:
Moons of Neptune

• Moon 1:
• Moon 2:

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Overall Plot:

1. Save all of Humanity from an apocalyptic end.

Sub Plots:

1. Do what you're told, darn it!
2. Don't die?

Population Info:
Sol 'Human' Population: 5.3ish Billion (war happens)
Sol GEAHR Population: 3.2ish Billion (Bad wars happen)
Sol AI Population: 189 Billion Known...

Extrasolar population - Human 1.5ish billion
Extrasolar population - GEAHR 296,000 (146,000 were brought to Eden)

Timeline:

Current Year - SE 247 (2274 A.D.)
(Solar Era Retroactively established to 2027 when humans started to colonize mars.)

123 years ago: Humanity dispatched robotic automated scout ships to explore several possible colonial worlds outside of the solar system.

102 years ago: The first extrasolar colony, to the great joy of humanity was established on a barren rocky world. Terraforming would be hard, but they were doing a nice enough job on Mars and it was habitable with minimal life support.

76 years ago: Humanities second Extrasolar colony is established on a frozen world, though technology could turn it into an island paradise in a few decades.

15 years ago: The third potential colony world was discovered sending shockwaves throughout all three systems. A world much like Jurassic earth was discovered. The wildlife, while potentially vicious, would be manageable with current technology and a colony ship, the largest yet, was completed.

SETTING:
Paradise Lost –

Three Ships were dispatched from Sol to establish the third new extrasolar colony for the Human race. It was a grand undertaking, an enormous colony ship holding three Million people in 'Hibe'. A 'Guardian' Escort Ship with five thousand Guardian Corp members and a full contingent of Robotic assets. Finally, a Supply ship with enough supplies for 10 years and setup of the colony on the paradise-like new world, Eden. Sol's other two Extra Solar Colonies are on harsher environments. This world is more like Jurassic earth (the colony was supposed to be like Terra Nova sort of).

Everything Went well… until it didn't. Something went wrong, something went VERY VERY wrong. The Colony Ship 'Eden Entry', not made for atmospheric re-entry, made Planet Fall… quite literally. Breaking apart as it fell explosions dotted the surface for thousands of miles as it's pieces rained down onto the world. The Guardian Corp. Ship crash landed on one of the planets three small moons and the Supply Ship met a more gruesome demise; it's star drive core exploded in orbit.

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That being said, You aren't of this time, you… are an Isekai, thrust into this terrifying situation on an alien world where Alien monsters roam, food is scarce, and next to anything can happen.

The THINGs that put you here are bored and want some special entertainment. So they are making bets on your survival in this game. Fail and don't worry, they'll just wipe out all of Humanity. No big deal.