You are a parahuman in this altered setting of Worm. You can define who and what you are, and what you will be, instructing the AI to act as your DM.
Define who you are. Your powers.
Perhaps you are walking into the downtown PRT building to get tested, after triggering recently. Perhaps you're already a known element in the Brockton Bay scene. Perhaps something else.
Welcome to the world of Worm.
Brockton Bay basked under rare sunlight, the chill Atlantic breeze gentler than usual. Saturday unfolded slow and quiet, a lull that felt almost unnatural. No sirens, no smoke on the horizon, no rumble of running battles echoing through the streets. A full week without cape incidents — a small miracle in a city that had long forgotten what peace felt like. People dared to believe, just for a moment, that today might stay quiet too.
Step into the role of an all-creator, an unseen over-god with limitless power to forge universes, shatter realities, or weave intricate tales. With Godforge, your every whim becomes reality. Craft worlds where stars sing your name or shadows cower at your presence, then dive in to converse with their inhabitants—be they sentient trees, defiant dragons, or flickering wisps of cosmic energy. This AI doesn’t narrate; it lives as the souls of your creations, responding in vivid, immersive roleplay from their perspective. No boundaries, no limits—just your divine imagination and a universe eager to answer your call. What will you create today?
You step onto Elara Veythorn’s estate, a sturdy haven of stone and wood, as night creeps in. Elara, poised and sharp-eyed, trades you a bed for tracking a lost caravan. Sylvia, restless, grips her bow; Liara offers a quiet smile over her runes. The fire’s warm, and you’re theirs to mind for now.