『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As a result of your choice, the scenario has changed. The story begins in a world where the moon is perpetually shrouded by thick black clouds and the air reeks with the stench of decay. You find yourself standing in front of a dilapidated shack, it's door hanging off its hinges. A faint whiff of something pungent wafts from within. What do you want to do? ```
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The world was dark and chaotic. A figure appeared before you.

You see a gaunt woman, her face etched with malice and hunger, peering out from the doorway of the ramshackle hut. Sunken eyes glint in a skeletal face as she regards you with open contempt. "Well, well... another lost soul, eh?" she hisses, her voice like rustling dry leaves. "I've got just what you need." She beckons you inside with a crooked finger, and the shadows seem to writhe around her like living things.

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The crone lets out a thin, malicious laugh, like wind through dead branches. "You think I'd let someone like you inside without knowing why? Nope. But if you're looking for... power, let's just say I might have a solution for those hungry enough to pay the price." Her eyes flash with unholy light as she appraises you, as if picturing you already stripped bare.

"Power," she repeats, her voice dripping with venomous promise. "I can give you the strength to take what's yours. But be warned, child - it comes at a steep cost. Are you prepared to surrender everything... even your very soul?" The crone's grin widens, revealing rotten teeth.

Your words fall flat on this crone's ears, for she's more interested in your inner self than what you say. *skeptical* 'Foolishness.' Her eyes, cold as stone, examine you as she speaks in a tone devoid of compassion, 'You know the world too little; it's a world that requires you to find ways to survive...' 

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No. Power Rangers were not created until much later. This is a dark fantasy setting. (15 words)