Freed from slavery, Sarik has been given a chance to become great due to his sensitivity to the Force. Sure, his Overseer really wants him dead and the Empire is in a cold war with the Republic that is rapidly heating up, but a chance all the same. All he has to do is grasp it.

Life was nice, but I may have made too many enemies, and that resulted in my death. Thankfully I've been given another chance, and in an ironic twist, it's an even more dangerous world than the last. Devils, gods, and everything in between running around is concerning, but at least I didn't start with nothing. Being a Yakuza Princess is bound to be useful. Fem Gamer MC. Evil MC

The rewrite of my fic, A Gamers Guide to Conquest.

Being born a god would be enough for most, with your every whim satisfied. Kaito isn't most people, and decides to have his powers stripped to start again from the level of a human, and work his way back up to the top with his own two hands. What can go wrong?

Always be yourself, unless you can be a dragon.

Death is only the beginning. Rise again, and through the power of the Gacha (Random Bullshit Go), survive the nonsense of devils, dragons and thirsty schoolgirls and their equally hungry mothers.

Why are the most heinous villains allowed to live? Why do the heroes hold back against those who don't care for life? Whatever answer they give, it feels fake. Could I do better, should I do better, if given the chance? With this mask, it's time for me and them to find out. Monsters beware, for the evening bell hath tolled thy names. First-person OC (not SI).

Trapped in the locker, Taylor felt her body rot away from infection and infestation. It was within this coffin that she learned of the weakness of flesh, and the strength of steel. Mechanicus Tinker!Taylor.

The second version of A Sorcerer’s Ambition, slower paced and hopefully improved

Raven is many things, sane isn't one of them. Granted a path to immense power after her death, Skyrim will never be quite the same

The rewrite of my fic, the Gamers Guide to Freedom.

Everything has a price, you cannot gain anything without first giving something in return.

Life wasn't fair, even someone who had every advantage in the world could lose it all because a certain lazy necromancer misplaced his pet rat. On the bright side, he feels slightly bad about accidentally killing you, so congratulations and welcome to the Guild of Gamers.

People really should stop doing random mysterious CYOAs, it’s like they want to get kidnapped by an interdimensional guild

The rewrite of my fic, A Gamers Guide to Necromancy.

Why would you think a shut-in would change his ways, just because he got superpowers? I'm happy right here in my room.