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I think I did share a lot of ideas but now I want to head of yours ^^ if any of you wanna contact me:
- over kik: hot_Julie666
- over Discord: Julie#6176
- by mail: baddomgirl@gmail.com

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Hey, I'm a really perverted young guy (21 years) and I'm looking for an equally perverted Role-playing Partner. It doesn't really matter what gender or what age you are as long as you are submissive. I really like slow executions, torture, rape, cannibalism and scat. If you also like these things it would be great if you could leave your skype name or e-mail adress down below. I will contact you as soon as possible. :-)
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would you be interested in cuntboy rp?


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hey, i rly hope we can get to play, i'm so much into pretty much everything you've listed and beyond.
very submissive, no limits and a very sick and twisted mind :P
hope hearing from you soon - dana_slutboi@walla.co.il


Are you male or female


i was pretty sure that my email addr would give that away lol ;)
i'm a very submissive and feminine, yet still technically, a male, but am comfortable with playing both a female or a dickgirl... ^^
i know that's not everyone's cup'o'tea, but hey... you never know until you try... ;)


S, can You contact me. Are You still active?


I would love to try being a young women yet more little than a trap I would love like to be about 1 meter and the child to be bigger (big plus if he is a nymphomaniac)


Alright, since Killer and Victim is essentially dead, I've decided to recreate the game. Hopefully my changes will be enough to keep it alive.

The concept is mostly the same; Person 1 creates a character, and decides if that character is a killer or a victim. If Person 1's character is a killer, then Person 2 creates a scenario in which their own character is killed by Person 1's character. If Person 1's character is a victim, then Person 2's character will kill them. After Person 2 writes out the scenario, they create their own character and allow the next person to write a scenario.

Some basic rules;

Although the original paragraph is singular when it comes to characters, you may have up to three characters in a scenario. The only restriction is that you cannot mix them; 3 killers or 3 victims, not 2 Killers and 1 victim.

Write out the scenario above you before posting your own. However, if it has been more than one month since it was posted, you may create a new scenario without replying to the previous one.

Original characters only!

No characters under the age of 18. At some point I will make a version of this game to allow for younger characters.

The templates are below. Anything containing (O) is optional, and does not have to be filled out.

Killer Template:


Victim Template:


As the OP, I'll start the game.

Name: Joyce Lum (note that full names are not required, this is just a personal preference for myself.)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Asian. Long sleek black hair with purple streaks. Brown eyes. Skinny, small breasts. Shaved pubes.
Apparel: Glasses. Purple, low-cut, thigh-length, purple dress. White cotton panties, down at her ankles.
Personality(O): Shy. Friendly, to people she's comfortable with.
Location: Sitting on a toilet in a public restroom, along a deserted highway.
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Victim: Alicia Henderson
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: See pic, she's a halfbreed of an Elven woman and a Human warrior
Personality: Cool, but with a slightly naughty bent. She idolizes her father, and desperately wants his approval as an equal, so she decided to join her local militia as a scout. She craves combat in order to "prove" herself.

Joyce had to take a piss break, really badly.
She had been driving along the stretch of highway for at least 5 hours, and had yet to see another person, or even sign of human habitation. Her rental car had gotten scorching hot under the August noon sun, and the two bottles of water and Big Gulp from the last gas station she had stopped at had combined into one about to burst bladder. She sighed with relief as she spotted a lonely little restroom by the side of the road. A sign (pocked with bullet holes) next to the restroom stated that "Next Gas Station: 130 miles".

She pulled over to the side, and stepped out. The dry heat temporarily took her breath, and sight. She walked to the restroom, and stepped in, sighing as the shade enveloped her from the sun. Joyce scurried over into the ladies room, and quickly set about to relieve herself.

30,000 feet in the air, Second Lieutenant Stenbridge shifted in his seat. She desperately needed to relieve herself. "Chugging down that water bottle before flight was a mistake" she thought to herself, as another pocket of turbulence hit her F-16C. She cringed, and tried to adjust her catheter. Just then, another pocket of hot rising air juggled her aircraft, and Stenbridge let go, splashing her flight suit with urine. She recoiled in shock, accidentally brushing the Master Arm switch, before her hand squeezed the stick, selecting weapon station 2, and releasing one (1) CBU-87 Combined Effects Munition. She stared at the MFD indicating the release of the weapon from the pylon, and realized she had Fucked Up. She consoled herself with the knowledge that she had at least released the cluster bomb over the range, and not over a population center.

The bomb dropped, spinning on its central axis as it fell.
At 1200 feet, it broke apart, releasing the 202 BLU-97/B submunitions. Each submunition deployed its decelerator, and wafted down over a 40x60 square foot area. This area just so happened to cover the abandoned highway rest station, rental car, and the 19 year old girl relieving hersePost too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Name: Jeong Choe
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Picture, a cream bra and white panties.
Personality: Prideful about both her intelligence and looks, yet still shy around people she doesn’t know.
Location: Staying behind in an empty building in her neighborhood to study alone until late hours.

Unfortunately, someone let Alicia Henderson join the militia. However, I couldn’t stand for a half-elven bitch to be allowed to fight in our army! Her being let in was a disgrace to our tradition, not to mention that with her being half-human she could easily betray us to the humans if our shaky truce was to be broken again. So when she was given scouting duty as a test, I knew what I had to do – cleanse our ranks of the half-bred heathen.

As she set off towards the location she was told to patrol today, I followed closely behind, carrying a dagger with myself. She didn’t suspect a thing – after all, the bitch most likely thought that we all accepted her now. While following her, I had the chance to see what she thought could pass for an uniform. I realized she might have been let in only because she was visually appealing to some officer, and I felt more contempt for the militia for letting her join. Her chest was only covered with a green leather bra, leaving her sizeable tits barely covered. On her wrists she wore green guards, possibly to help her with bow recoil. The bow was beautifully crafted, having her hold it was a insult to it to be held by a half-bred. She kept her arrows in a quiver hanging just behind her ass. Her sex was only covered with a piece of cloth, tied with straps wrapping around her waist as the cloth moved between her shapely legs. As I watched her, I understood why some would be willing to overlook her parentage – she was quite pleasant to look at. I, however, couldn’t stand for such a thing, her looks only strengthening my resolve.

I continued to follow her until she decided to take a break. I knew we were far enough from the settlement now that no one would interrupt us. I smiled as I saw her set her bow down on the ground – a deadly mistake for anyone to make, convincing me she deserved what I’d do. She took a look around to make sure no one was nearby, but didn’t notice me, then laid down with her back against a tree. She closed her eyes as she slipped one hand beneath the clotPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Victim: Karen Kisaragi
Age: 26
Appearance/apparel: See image
Personality: She's a lonely, single office lady with a weakness for booze
Location: At home alone, like usual, and most likely getting drunk.

I had done it! I had successfully completed my very own ultra thin, super strong mono-carbon filament wire! I just had to test it out, preferably on some young, cute girl!

I sat down and thought for a minute, before coming upon the perfect test subject. Miss Jeong Choe, from my Math class. She had just turned 18, and everyone at school either adored her cute oval face, or envied her gigantic tits. She was the perfect target, since she preferred to keep to herself, and didn't have many friends, due to her somewhat prideful and aloof nature.

It was almost the end of our last year at high school, and everyone was cramming for finals. Miss Choe was no exception.
She sat back, stretching her arms and legs, and yawned. It was almost time for her to go home. She leaned forward to grab her books when she felt something waft around her neck. The buxom teen didn't even have time to gasp before the wire sliced through her neck, neatly severing it from the rest of her body. Her head tumbled forward, crashing onto the desk and rolling until it was stopped by her textbooks. Her body, now lacking any command from a brain, relaxed and slumped forward. Blood sprayed in two wide jets from her neck stump, and the front of her school shirt was quickly turned crimson. Miss Choe's head gazed back at me, dull eyed and slack jawed, a rivulet of blood dripping from her little button nose.

Her body finally stilled, blood no longer spurting. I placed one gloved hand on her ample chest, feeling her warmth. My penis was fully engorged, and I could stand it no longer. I ripped open her shirt, exposing her blood stained breasts to the world. I cut through her cream colored bra, and squeezed her milkers like there was no tomorrow. The soft, pliant feeling of her flesh drove me crazy. I grabbed the hem of her skirt, and tugged it hard, dragging it down her legs. Her pure white panties were damp with urine, let forth as her bladder had relaxed in death. I took out an old analog camera, and began to snap photo after photo. This was not going to be the last test, oh no. I still had many experiments to conduct with my wonderfuPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


Victims: 2

Name: Carolina Evans
Age: 22
Gender: F
Appearance: Caucasian, hip-length fuzzy red hair, green eyes, hourglass figure, large breasts, bushy pubes.
Apparel: White shirt and brown cargo shorts.
Personality(O): Overtly kind and cheerful, highly intelligent, childish, and somewhat dirty-minded.

Name: Cindy Walker
Age: 19
Gender: F
Appearance: African, shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, petite figure, large breasts, bushy pubes.
Apparel: Green t-shirt, checkered skirt, black stockings, black boots, glasses.
Personality(O): Mature, highly intelligent, but conceited​, serious, brutally honest occasionally, narcissistic, and confident.

Location: Carolina's apartment, helping each other with college work, with Carolina occasionally flirting with Cindy.

I wrote my reply in the form of a screenplay. (Sorry about the poor formating, but it didn't transfer well from the word processor.)


INT. Karen's apartment - night

KAREN, mid-20's, Asian-American, is passed out on the bed wearing an expensive-looking suit with the shirt unbuttoned​. Her right hand is buried underneath her skirt and panties. A large bra and five empty beer bottles​ are scattered messily around the bed, while her glasses hang loosely on her face. The only light and sound is coming from a tablet laying on her stomach, playing a pornographic video.

Metal scratching metal is heard from the other side of the front door, followed by a click. The doorknob turns gently and the door creeps open. A MASKED MAN slips in. He's bulky, like a wrestler, and every inch of his body is obscured by thick clothing; a thick long-sleeve shirt, thick cargo pants, boots, several layers of gloves, and a robber mask. The man shuts the door behind him, a little too loudly. Karen stirs and opens her eyes.

(incoherent mumbling)

The masked man pulls a pistol from his pocket, attaches a silencer, and rushes to the side of the bed. He presses the gun against Karen's head as she awakens and opens her mouth to scream.

Masked man
Don't even thing about screaming or I'll put a bullet in your brain. Do you understand me?

Karen nods in confirmation, and closes her mouth. She looks fearfully at the intruder.

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Victim: Private Yoshika Sawashiro
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: See image (tanned skin, slender figure, short brown hair, brown eyes
Apparel: See image, half dressed
Personality: A cheerful and upbeat young girl
Location: An alternate history WW2 where the Japanese have let women join the armed forces in the front line. Yoshika is taking a smoke break, and has let her guard down.

"The boss said there was only gonna be one bitch we had to get rid of", the larger one said. The thinner one sitting in the drivers seat simply grunted. They had been staking out the apartment for weeks now, waiting for the order to come down from upstate New York, where their employer lived. Yesterday, they had gotten a greenlight to go ahead. Their target was Carolina Evans, the daughter of some poor shmuck who'd done pissed off the most influential, richest, and certainly most deranged mobster on the East Coast. Now the simple plan to to snuff the girl got a whole lot more complicated.

"We're going to get rid of the other one", the thin one said in monotone. The large one nodded in agreement. Carolina was supposed to leave Hoboken next morning, to Alaska where the boss had zero pull. This meant tonight was their last chance.
Collateral damage sucked, but pissing off the boss sucked even more. A potentially fatal suck, in fact.

They got out of their car, breath fogging in the cold Jersey night.
The big one went to the trunk and took out a big golf club bag. Looking both ways, the pair walked across the street to the apartment entrance. The lobby was deserted, and the two encountered not a single soul as they walked up the flight of stairs to Carolina's apartment. "Number 345, right?", said the large one. "Right", confirmed the thin one. They both looked at the door in front of them. 345 was prominently affixed to the door. The faint sound of girlish laughter could be heard from behind the door. It was locked, of course.

The large one dropped the golf bag, and drew the zipper down. The cold gleam of metal revealed the deadly contents inside. The thin one took a short barreled breaching shotgun, and a suppressed Vz.61 submachine gun. The big one took a machete that looked well used, and a large sledge hammer. They didn't bother with masks or hoodies, confident in the fact that the boss could get rPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


Looking to have my brain fucked, minced, eaten, whatever, just have it completely destroyed! Emal me at jaredchis@gmail.com or leave Discord name.


me interesa el video y quiero verlo


I once again had many ideas to RP:
-Anubis the Egyptian god of death decide himself to punish someone
-playing a slave without hands and feet could make an interesting RP
-turning a person into an object and then break it or use it in any possible ways
-a god/goddess that give all his power to a cruel person because tired of eternity
-a giant male or futa that fuck the earth or that dominate a more little giant/giantess
Again contact me at baddomgirl@gmail.com

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Looking for a girl interested in snuff rp on skype. I am very dominate and will need a submissive girl

I prefer voice over skype to text, but I will rp with text if you refuse voice

Only into wemon, no trans, gay, ect

My kinks are necksnap, drowning, strangling, asphyxia

No to Gore, Vore, Piss, ect

Add me on skype / email at roleplaydood@gmail.com


I'm interested, but I can't do voice. My computer doesn't have a mic. That okay with you?


Thats fine, my last skype, the gmail one seems toe be encountering some issues.

I made another, so add me on roleplaydood1991@outlook.com


I can't find that in the directory. Try adding me instead. It's drewmonnin@ymail.com

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Cum is the best, but that happens after Sex, okay? So let's fuck.

About Me:
The only things you need in an RP partner is their ability to write literate paragraphs, reply quickly and tease you enough till your fucking is rewarded with their cum, blood, guts and juice.

I can be that person. I play strictly uke but I play it well.

Anything that doesn't touch on scat or furries - I am A-OK.

If you'd like spoiled brats, I am your boy.

If you'd prefer selfless and helpless bottoms that focus on your well being, I am that bottom.

If you need some flesh to fight or just take what ever torture, love and sin you have, I can be take flesh.

Of course, I'll be fleshing out personalities and chemistry as they grow. It's not a one time fuck, it's a life time cycle of how much harder can I make each other feel good.

Contact: killratezero@gmail.com

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Looking for girls who love asphyxiation. Any and all kinds are welcome: hanging, strangling, drowning, choking, you name it. Email me at drewmonnin@ymail.com if you're interested.

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Hi, I love the idea of having my feet ripped and eaten, it really makes me horny. I look for someone who writes some history of feet and tortues and cannibalism on my feet. Here are some photos of my feet in my dropbox. Love kisses.

I am a transgender woman



I can write a story I do write pretty well and I personally love feet a lot ^^


Hi Julie, I would love to. ^^


Hi Julie, I would love to. ^^


I was there just on the internet just looking for some new peoples to RP I saw a trans who get my attention soon enough I see that she let both email and... where she live ?! Wow ! It doesn't take long for me to take the opportunity she wanna get her foot tortured like she wrote ? I am her girl ! I email her (just so she doesn't freak out seeing me when I arrive) and take my scooter the morning after to pay her a lil visit and ask her to bring stuff (cause I bring some too). Soon I arrive but no time to waste as I enter I see her bare feet (and pretty beautiful ones btw) I see that she prepared food and drink (ugh not the kind of stuff I meant) I get soon enough to the first topic asking where was her bedroom as she show me I tell her to go on her bed and get 2 ropes I took with me in my scoot before joining her I tie her hands to the upper part of the bed and her ankles tight at the lower part... eh eh how nice of her she even took away her clothes yet not her pantie as I don't want to make her unhappy I don't check what is under and get to the main topic I bring with me all the stuff I have which is not much "ready my girl ? This is your day !"... (the end tomorrow)


Hi Julie, this is my email brunatranss@outlook.com and my gmail bruninha.cleropatra@gmail.com

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