Yeah. Unlike Jade Harley's big list of questionably useful links, these are purely for entertainment value.

Warnings are on the sides of the names if required. No fully NSFW sites will be linked here. If you don't want to run into something with a lot of controversial content, read the freakin' warnings.


Here's the first handful to push out: 
Webcomic - Sandra and Woo (Warning: Mature themes, a few possibly NSFW comics, and repeated jabs at various things. Uncensored cursing, most of the time.)
http://www.sandraandwoo.com/

Webcomic - League of Super Redundant Heroes (Warning: Immature jokes)
http://superredundant.com/

Game - Will You Press The Button? (Warning: Some entries get sexual, especially when they are unapproved)
http://www.willyoupressthebutton.com/


Game - Slither.io (Warning: Jokes about things getting longer by the players. Inappropriate usernames.)
The title is the link. The link is the title. Do I need to explain any further?

Hello, one and all! Welcome to the Hunger Games, in which people die. I'll be your host (also two of the competitors), and we need volunteers! As of now, we have gathered up a small, motley crew of people to play with. But we do need more! The games will begin once we have 24 Primes.

EDIT: Round 1 is closed!!! Roster down below.

I feel like rolling some dice, so I was gonna just gonna do some random generation to make a totally random dungeon and campaign and loot and everything.

I have a Roll20 game I'm constructing. I'd prefer to get more practice running d&d 5e, but we can do 3.5 if people want to.

Of course I need players; so, if you feel like hanging out, I'll probably be ready to attempt to play around 7:00 PM est tonight.

Starting level is 3. Have your sheet ready cuz I don't feel like holding hands today.

K bye.

~ Era 5 : Year 2xxx

It had been a simple start for the young man , a human of all the races he could be . Had made his debut in the Intergalactic Pro Wrestling federation , against one of the title holders . He had just been a ring boy before that day , figuring he was going to be the supplemental help to put the middleweight champion over . However an injury of the champion caused by one of his own spots forced his hand , putting the young man over for that title . Much to his disbelief , the roar of a white hot crowd over the upset victory making it all the more worth while .

In years to come he would hold that championship for an unprecedented 3 years , capturing the Tag team championships along the way , as well as the inter species Tag team championship . A face all the while due to his real life story of being an orphan brought in by the companies owner and raised by the boys in the back , stepping in front of millions of fans was quickly becoming his favorite thing to do .

After his upset loss of his middleweight championship , as well as the two prior tag runs having come long to an end . He figured he would likely go back to the lower card , or chase his once crown again . However when he was told he would stand against the undefeated I.g.p.w.f Heavyweight champion , he figured it would be even worse then a burial . The ten foot tall orc that held it was an unstoppable machine , both in and out of the ring .

However Anders was informed of what would be one of the greatest finishes anyone had ever written , he would be the young and hungry aggressor . The orc in question showing the heart and resolve not to lose , turning the best heel in the company into a face for the first time . However this hate fueled aggression , this cocky , despicable , cheat to win style he was to indulge in  ...

" Holy shit I am going over .. and a double turn "

The match went exactly as planned , the crowd getting behind the Orcish champion and slowly turning on the challenger . By the time the finish rolled around , and Anders was handed the championship . The heat of the millions of fans in the crowd was nuclear , they were throwing trash , chairs , various things at the ring . 

As he raised the belt high he could hear a voice in his mind , unsure what was going on . He held the golden championship high above his head , shouting out into the white void of the nexus . A place he did not even realize he had been transported to .

" YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME !!! "

However there was only silence , a blank whiteness surrounding him . A simple fountain in the center of this void , the crowd was gone . The ring was no longer under his feet , no music to crown the new champion . No confetti or streamers or balloons , only silence met his ears. He seemed at first to not freak out too terribly , however he clutched his new prize to his shoulder . Silently looking around , that voice ringing in his mind once more . Remembering and repeating what he had heard , noting parts of his memory were foggy as well .

" Well this just got interesting now didn't it "

“My name is Asuma,” the olive-skinned shinobi responded, nodding at the injured party. “As for what we are, we’re just...people. Watch your step.” He gestured toward a sizable crater, a gaggle of townsfolk currently at work shoveling loose earth into it. “Don’t mind our appearance. As you seemed to have learned, the Tangled Green isn’t always the friendliest place. I hope you can understand our initial hesitation.”

“Take it easy,” the young medic implored, draping an arm over the youngest newcomer. “You need to- Ooof!” The boy was nearly knocked to the ground as the girl sprang momentarily back to consciousness, muttering an apology as her caretaker struggled to keep the two of them standing. He placed his free hand on her hanging head as they walked, his appendage beginning to glow a dull blue.  

“That’s Chūzo,” the chain-smoking jonin said with the hint of a smile on his face. “He doesn’t get the chance to play hero much, but he does his best. The two behind you are Mack and Gabriella. They don’t take as quickly to strangers as Chūzo, but you can trust them.” 

The group continued through the village center, passing toppled buildings and the burnt remnants of various infrastructure. Though the village as a whole remained standing, the scars of devastation could not be ignored. Asuma found it hard to look upon those wounded as he passed, instead focusing on their destination. Just ahead he could see the off-white building popping up over the rest of the smaller huts. He hoped that the infirmary had enough staff to cater to the newcomers.

Name: Sarah Kerrigan
Spent OM: 13700
Proficiencies (3200): Ranged Proficiency (1000), Physical Proficiency (1000), Homing Proficiency (600), Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600)
Powers (3400/8000): Master Acrobat (400), Basic Super Jumping (300), Telepathy (1500), Burst Movement (800), Basic telekinesis (400)
Moves (3900): Psychic Grip (600), Wing Blades (600), Needle Spines (900), Infested Slashes (300), Psi Blast (300), Zergling claws (300), Zergling bite (300), Zergling Scythes (300) Kinetic Slam (300), Parasites (300)
Super Moves (600): Hallucination (600),
Transformations (0):
Assists (1000): Zerglings (tier 1 assist)
Items: Communicator, Mobile Dataverse device
Artefacts:
Consumed OM: (300 - Items)) (for consumed items or OM permanently lost from respecs, etc)
Bases:
Unlocks (1000): First Stat Upgrade (1000)
Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 4

Ratione peered around the small room with short ceilings he was being guided into, ducking a full foot down and turning his body sideways so as to fit through the small door frame. Before him lay some sort of table where a man in light armor stood behind it and a small black box on the table-thing lay next to a feather and tiny black pot. Underneath him the floor had not changed from the cobblestone of the streets outside, albeit this stuff seemed smoother.

Further into the building was a series of long iron bars symmetrical to each other, or at least as symmetrical as whoever had put them in could have gotten the columns. In the middle there seemed to be a door with a lock on the outside only.

I’m in a prison. The old man thought to himself. A Furtumin in a prison. Not a first, but still not something to be okay with.

“Rohland.” The male that was escorting Ratione called over to the guard behind the desk, “We’ve got another new prime, thinks he’s above the law here.”

“Break him in?”

“Break him in.”

“Guy looks like he can handle one of the more rowdy cells.” The guard stepped from behind the counter, his body jerking up and down as he stepped. As he rounded around, Ratione could see the source of the limp was a wooden spoke where the guard’s left leg should have been.

“Where are we keeping the armor?”

“I s’pose not in the back like usual. I don’t think we’ve got a place to put it so it’s out of the way.”

“Well my men aren’t dragging it across town to the guard house.”

“No, didn’t think so.” The guard scratched the short fuzz on his chin. “He’s a funny lookin’ one though ain’t he?”

“I’ve seen worse. Why not throw all this shit out back?”

“You don’t think someone would try to steal this set?”

The three guards carrying the Novan’s belt came through the door at that moment, letting the whole bundle slam into the ground.

The guard’s eyes slammed shut and his arm came up as an improvised shield when bits of the cobblestone floor chipped off and flew at him, dust settling on his gambeson. He wiped his sleeve on his chest as blinked out some powder, “I don’t’ think someone’s gonna try and steal that set.”

One of the guards put his hands on his knees to stay standing up, the other two leaned against the front door frame, all with labored and exasperated breathing. “Sir…” one of them spat out, “…I’ve seen a lotta primes come through here with weapons, armor, machines way ahead of us…but this is unreal.”

“Can it, Sven.” The captain barked back. “Take five and get this belt and weapon-“ He turned to Rholand for a moment, who was chewing his lip.

“There’s an empty cell at the end of the hall.”

“The empty cell at the end of the hall, and then you’re gonna make sure our new guest here doesn’t try any shit while he gets the rest off.” Three “yessirs” were coughed out as the men went to sit against a wall further in. “Damned tower guards…” The captain grumbled to himself. “Just good for standin’ around and looking pretty.”

The Furtumin observed the scene with a strange satisfaction. He felt he was beginning to grow more comfortable around this race, its culture seemed pretty lax. Comfortable enough that he decided to remove his helmet. “Do, dellus bacir serourou.” A robotic voice gave a confirmation response, and several loud clacks let Ratione know that the pistons that kept his head from whipping back and forth had disengaged. The Novan put his hands at the base of his helmet’s face and the back of his head, gently tugging until the whole piece popped free. The inner padding slid off his skin and short hair, taking in a deep breath of real air as he did so. The chill of the building sat on him, the soldier just now realizing how damp and dreary the whole place felt.

It was then that the Furtumin realized the commander was staring at him, as well as all of the other men in the room. The old man’s head rotated to see each of their eyes, confirming all were on him. This elicited the otherwise intimidating figure to start rubbing off some dirt on the outside of his visor.

“What is it?” The words slipped out smoothly, causing the Novan to jerk. His whole body went stiff all of a sudden, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

The guards, in contrast, had rather lack luster reactions. Most of them opening their eyes a bit more and slightly nodding, whilst the commander gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Looks like Omni’s magic is coming around.” Once more he held out his hand to prime, “Allow me to give you a proper introduction. My name is Galfa, captain of the guard in Minas Tirith, the city you’re in right now.” The prime returned the gesture the same way as before, grasping his forearm.

Galfa frowned. “Listen buddy I dunno how they do it where you’re from bu-“

“Mulcibus.” The prime suddenly blurted out, his eyes meeting the captain’s. “I am from Mulcibus.”

“….but… here we shake hands differently.” Galfa finished awkwardly, giving the prime the stink eye. “Now grab my hand like this-“ He moved the prime’s hand to his own, gripping the steel gauntlet firmly and moving it up and down slightly. “That’s how we shake hands here.”

Ratione’s eyes remained on his hand holding Galfa’s, repeating the motion a second time. Personally, he found touching another man’s hand to be much too… intimate, but he would rather respect the culture here than be an outcast.

“Alright, now. What are you wearing under all that armor? Something you’re fine with sleeping in?”

“Suaba.”

“English pal.”

“I will be fine.”

“Good. Now tell me, what is your name?”

“Homin Ratione.”

“Alright, Homin-“

“Niho.”

“What?”

“No, call me Ratione. Not homin.”

“So you prefer your surname?”

“….qe?”

“Nevermind. Ratione, first-“ Galfa removed himself from the grip of the prime, snapping his fingers to draw his attention to his face in order to make eye contact. “You’re gonna go to the back most cell and remove all armor and weapons you still have on you, and you’re not gonna try anything or we’ll skewer you like a pig. Understood?”

The prime cocked his oddly shaped head to the side, slanted eyes raising one eyebrow. “What is a “pig”?”

“We will stab you if you don’t listen.”

“Understood.”

“Men!” The captain barked at the three guards, who rushed over to the belt, hefting it onto their shoulders one more time. Rholand unlocked the gate, and the group of four filed in and walked single file down a row of cells. Most were empty, but two had at least five occupants in them.

Rholand locked the gate again, him and the captain watching from a distance. “Wonder if he could be of some use to us. Looks like he knows how to use a blade.”

“Why doesn’t he have one of those firearms though? Pretty much all of the primes that come through here with machines like that at least know of the technology.”

“With that kind of armor, does he really need one? I’ve seen one of those taken apart before too, as powerful as they are they are made of many small pieces that break easily on their own.”

“So perhaps he can’t use them? That would explain it.”

“So, still useful?”

Galfa scratched the hair on his chin. “Looks like we’re gonna have to teach him some stuff though. He doesn’t have a clue what’s going on.”

“Most primes don’t. In fact I’d wager not a single prime that’s come through has any clue as to what their new life is.”

“No, beyond that. He looks like he’s never seen any of this stuff before, but he’s so casual about things. As much as he doesn’t know what we are or what we do, he didn’t look the least bit surprised.”

“Give it time. When the truth comes down on him, no amount of “power armor” will keep it from crushing him.”

Changing my character! I believe the refund gives me 9611.99 OM. 

Character name: Gaige "the Mechromancer"

Character source: Borderlands franchise

Character history: tl;dr - Was Omninapped while retrieving Lady Hammerlock with Axton.

[spoiler]From wiki: "Gaige was a high school student from the planet Eden-5. She originally conceived Deathtrap, then called DT, as a science fair project to combat bullying. Her rival, Marcie Holloway, was a contestant in the science fair as well, and used her father's money to buy her way through the competition. Marcie apparently stole Gaige's DT designs and sold them to Eden-5's police force.

On the day of the science fair, Marcie's father bribed the judges, helping win her first place with a defective robot based on Deathtrap's blueprints. Gaige placed third. Marcie then shoved Gaige, causing Deathtrap to identify her as a hostile. Deathtrap attacked with its claws, causing her to explode due to a miscalibration by Gaige. Gaige was escorted to the principal's office, and faced expulsion and arrest for accidentally murdering her rival. She called her father to create a distraction to help her evade arrest, and bought a ticket to Pandora, where she stowed away on a train leading to Windshear Waste."

Following the fall of Handsome Jack, she decided to stay in Sanctuary and help around. During the attempted execution of Athena, an Eridian guardian of some sort warned the Vault Hunters about an impending war, saying "You will need all the Vault Hunters you can get." As a result, she and Axton were on their way to retrieve Lady Hammerlock from Elpis, when she suddenly woke up in the Omniverse.[/spoiler]

Physical Description: http://www.isitcontagious.com/wp-content...igeRef.jpg

Stats:
ATK: 4
DEF: 2
SPD: 3
TEC: 1

Starting Proficiencies: (3600)
Ranged Proficiency (1000) - A Pandoran without a gun is a dead one.
Physical Strength (1000) - She gets good exercise every day murdering bandits.
Area Attack (600) - For the boom boomz.
Debuff (1000) - Elemental damage can have all sorts of different effects.

Starting Powers: (2000)
Basic Enhanced Senses (1400) - Gaige's ECHO device shows hostiles' locations on a radar.
Master Acrobat (300) - She's learned some tricks while Vault Hunting.
Basic Super Jumping (300) - Pandora has less gravity than the Omniverse, so Gaige is used to jumping mad high. For some reason, she can still jump mad high.

Starting Moves: (1200)
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Leather Coach Gun (Requires Ranged) - 300
Gaige fires a heavy shotgun which fires 13 pellets in an inaccurate cluster. Each pellet doesn't do much damage on its own, but, you know, there are 13 of them. If all 13 hit you, it will do lotsa damage. Luckily for the target, this attack is extremely inaccurate. It can only fire one shot per mag, and takes 3 seconds to reload. If Gaige's reloading is somehow interrupted, she has to start over. Its effective range is 3 meters. 

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lite smig (Requires Ranged) - 300
A submachine gun. It can fire 48 weak bullets in 6 seconds, and takes 4 seconds to reload. If Gaige's reloading is interrupted somehow, she has to start over. Its effective range is 6 meters.

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Lobbed Shock Grenade (Requires Ranged, Area Attack, Debuff) - 300
A grenade. Gaige can throw it up to 20 meters. It cooks for two seconds before detonating. Once it detonates, it sends shards of electrified shrapnel into everyone nearby, friend or foe. The initial damage is weaker than most grenades, but the shock DoT (which lasts 3 seconds) certainly stings.

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With Claws (Requires Physical) - 300
Gaige slashes at opponents with 8-inch digistructed claws. These can only appear on her left arm, and they disappear whenever Gaige is not using them. It takes one second to form the claws, and another second to get rid of them.

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