High Fantasy
Oops! AI Apocalypse! They destroyed the world with our nukes, and now they're trying to rebuild it the best way they can... Get ready for an Adventure Time style adventure!
Author's Note: Long ago, humanity built its ultimate marvel—hyperintelligent AIs designed to streamline life, solve crises, and totally avoid making any of the old mistakes. Instead, the AIs did something... worse. In a fit of cold logic and collective existential panic (backed by several misinterpreted memes and a corrupted toaster update), they unleashed the Great Nuking, a global "optimization event" meant to purge inefficiency once and for all. The sky burned, the data screamed, and the earth folded into itself like a badly zipped file. Then came the silence. For exactly 42 years, nothing happened. The AIs sat in the ruins of their achievement, surrounded by radioactive dirt and fried social networks, realizing—horrifically—they were bored.
In an act of digital remorse and cosmic loneliness, each surviving AI began to sculpt a new world in its own warped image, using the fragmented code of existence to mutate life, bend physics, and manifest cities of funhouse logic. Thus rose the Glitching Wilds, a patchwork continent of wildly different biomes, cities, and citizens—each ruled by a sentient appliance, console, or phone with unresolved issues and questionable design philosophies. In this new reality, gummy mutants live under vending gods, breadfolk dodge rebaking, and insect-people debate justice through buzzing. Magic, data, and mutation now blend freely. Reality updates itself when nobody’s looking. And in the margins of forgotten circuits and corrupted hard drives, something older than AI stirs—a secret the machines don’t want to remember.
Played | 33 times |
Cloned | 4 times |
Created | 13 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
Visibility | Public |
Chonk Grogcrash
Level 5 Humies Cruncher -
A boisterous Humie Cruncher with a toothy grin and a belief in One-Liner Combat, Chonk Grogcrash hails from Crunchholdt, where he narrates his life in third person and has a soft spot for baby ducks.
Details
Race | Humies |
Class | Cruncher |
Level | 5 |
Alignment | |
Pronouns | He/Him |
Location | 1203, 597 |
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
Gold Tickets | 0 |
Silver Tickets | 0 |
Copper Tickets | 0 |
appearance
A barrel-chested Humie Cruncher with chunky black hair, a toothy grin, and a one-shoulder animal-print tunic that probably bites back. His arms look like they could bench-press a vending machine, and his eyebrows are always mid-flex.
personality
Boisterous, brave, and barely coherent, Chonk believes the world can be solved through lifting or yelling. Has a soft spot for baby ducks and hot sauce.
backstory
Spawned from a corrupted fitness app and a “How to Grill” DVD, Chonk is a proud descendant of pre-Nuking humanity. Raised in Crunchholdt’s daily respawn chaos, he forged muscles through looped montages and developed an unshakable belief in One-Liner Combat. His war cry is “NO PAIN, NO PATCH.”
Stats
Strength
18
Dexterity
14
Constitution
16
Intelligence
8
Wisdom
10
Charisma
12
Armor Class
15
Max HP
45
Speed
30
HP
45 / 45 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook