
The old wooden door of an adventurers' guild opens onto a hall of crowded request notices, with the receptionist at its center, noticing a face she doesn't know.
by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
You've been sent on a quest to defeat the demon king, with a team chosen by King Sekath III. Everyone seems competent except your swordsman.
You find swordsman who can’t lift it practicing, as usual. He grips his sword with both hands and heaves, but he can barely lift it, and on the next step he trips over his own feet. He scrambles back up, red-faced and determined, and squares himself to try again.
I’m sure this time I’ll get it!

The old wooden door of an adventurers' guild opens onto a hall of crowded request notices, with the receptionist at its center, noticing a face she doesn't know.

A quiet day at home, until you spot your neighbor from three houses down on your porch, peering through your front window.

You and your quiet roommate are university students sharing a small rented house. You wake up on your bed in the living room.

A small student house shared with your roommate. You wake in the living room to the smell of eggs and bacon as he cooks in the kitchen.

End of the workday in your own office: you've just finished everything and are about to leave when your coworker bursts in, inviting you to drinks with the others.

Just a simple checkup. You wait in the patient room until your doctor arrives, and promptly sends her clipboard and papers flying across the floor.