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In one universe, Izuku Midoriya defeated Shigaraki Tomura in few minutes. In other he lost his quirk, but saved the world with a smile on his face. In even different one, there isn't such a thing like war.

The war. The pain. The cry of students who weren't even supposed to be involved.


Heroes lost. However they weren't the only ones defeated. Villains quickly noticed the sudden shift, as All For One finally took over.

First, Nomu's existence. It was

*We are The Living Dead, a place where the living are the hunted and the dead are the hunters. The “walker” virus has been around for four years now causing walkers to become more aggressive and intellectually well rounded while maintaining a fragile physical state of being. People have now become a resource as there aren’t many left. Three quarters of the population is now either dead or hunting the remaining populace.*

*Here you will find multiple templates to choose from, you can choos

After a professional science experiment went south, what was once a virus that was under control totally spiraled out of it.

Lost Days is a zombie apocalypse server set in Fictional Westwood and Westhampton, Alberta. A few months after what was an experiment between a few scientists turned bad and started to spread across North America and we see zombie like creatures wandering around. If you weren't worried about them, then you may want to be worried about getting into it with one of th

The new agent failed...but, we're trying this again!

Welcome to Hairmageddon! Take two, at least.

Warning: In this server, themes such as torture, cannibalism, gore, suicide and more may be discussed. These will usually be spoiled, but if you find these things triggering, I suggest that you don’t join.

...Just don’t tell HR we called it that.
This is a Splatoon roleplay server based on what would’ve happened if New Agent 3 failed to stop Mr. Grizz.
We have new lore, a

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•Original storyline based upon the world of a quiet place with tons of events, groups, and so much more to come! ✧₊⁺

•OC based server with tons of fun ideas about who your oc can be! ✧₊⁺

•Accepting community with kind and loving members, as well as mods and owners who will always be glad to asset you! ✧₊⁺

•So much more! Come check it out! ✧₊⁺

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Hello there!

Are you looking for a engaging, fun and active coup of role-players who are interested in The Walking Dead?

Came to the right place!
This RP is a AU where the outbreak started much earlier than the apocalypse initially began with the main series.
The main thing this AU only takes away from the main series is the lore of the walkers, everything else is much more different compared to the show, however we strive to have a same aspect and aesthetic as

✏️ Welcome to the Alacritous Apocalypse, in the fictional Itale (Italy)! Three years ago, when this message was dedicated, war tensions began amongst the majority of the world. Multiple of the countries were involved in the apocalypse, but none that we know of contributed to the spreading on purpose. The entire tragedy was caused by the appearance of a virus, spreading and leading to the assumed demise of many. However, the rise of the dead soon occurred, and health professionals panicked at the

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❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝟒𝟑𝟏 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬.𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐚𝐥’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞. 𝐇𝐞

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꒷︶꒷꒥꒷˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷꒥

*The year is 2103, 73 years after the outbreak of the damning sickness that stole the vibrant spark that was once humanity.

The night that the draft had been issued was a hazy blur. The squawk of your whirring old radio had jolted you awake to witness the pre-recorded message, cycling through a multitude of languages before finally, it spoke in one that you understood.

It wasn't like you had a choice. The very next day, The Conductor had