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Solve the world, one game at a time. Nem (She/Her)

A tall photo of Nemesis's body. Shes wearing an intense goth fit, a split skirt, with stockings going up her exposed thighs, and a lacy, almost lingerie top that shows off her tattoo magnificently even from this low rez angle. Shes soft and curvy in all the right places and her body seems to be begging for your touch
A large and complicated board game is spread out on a bedsheet, covered in cards and tokens. the vague shape of a human perches from one of its corners
A gorgeous woman with rolling coils of red hair posing in the mirror. She's smiling at the camera. She's wearing a white T shirt with a sort of upside down cross and an angel from Evangelion on it, and the top of her pants imply a kind of gothy cargo pants vibe.
A close up of her face, Nemesis is wearing gold eyeliner with a double wing
Nemesis from a slightly low perspective, extenuating her statuesque form, wrapped in a black and gold dress. Her sharp, pointy boots tease out of the bottom of the ruffled skirt, which clings to her thighs and hips up to a cheeky cutout around her hip - the very tip of her rib tattoo stabs into the milky skin of her midsection. Her curvy chest is cut in half with the neckline of the dress. Both arms are raised, her soft blonde armpit hair inviting the eyes up to her gorgeous face. Red locks roll down her forearms and cheeks.
It's a selfie, with Nemesis in the foreground in some beaten up goth face paint, with two other humans in the background
Two blurry figures cut across the frame, one on the left is dressed in white, and is lunging at her opponent with deadly intent, while the other is retreating.
Nemesis posing with her back to the camera in a hotel entrance hall, two leather weapons hang from her belt. Shes wearing a gorgeous kit of full white faux fencing gear
A single heroic roll of toilet paper, on a white stone bench/plant holder, with the blurry world behind it.
Nemesis stares down a fencing opponent, both their blades glinting in the dim, overcast sun
The back of a car full of guff - there's a skateboard, bags of clothes and other stuff, and a dog somewhere in there
A pair of very interesting pants, dyed a dusty, pale purple
It's that gd photo of Nemesis with her muzzle on, gold and black leather clasped around her face. Shes smiling so warmly, sweetly behind the bars. Shes wearing a cap with bunny ears, and standing in front of a big music stage.
A photo from Nem's point of view, she's lounging in the passenger seat of a car with her legs sprawled out in the lap of her partner, who is glowing in the sunlight
Nemesis looking utterly breathtaking, she's gorgeous, you really can't believe how soft, sweet, seductive, and pretty she is here. Shes wearing an orange low cut top that shows off the moth tattoo on her chest, a really sexy choker, and a subtle-ish party look for her makeup. Her eyes are sultry, her lipstick is shiny and sugary, but the real show stopper is her stunning golden red hair, blowing out behind her and coiling in magnificent curls.
Nemesis poses dramatically, wearing fencing armour and grasping a Bardiche. As she gazes into the distance past her wicked curved blade, the rain beats down crushingly, the sky grey and dark. Resolve is obvious in the line of Nemesis's shoulders and boots, and strength is in her gloved fist
Nem's hand triumphantly clutching a training Bardiche, a sort of axe polearm thing
Text reading: Special Addictive lies; allowing yourself to believe one makes it easier to believe the next one.
Nemesis posing coyly in a bathroom somewhere
A photo of Nemesis in her fencing helmet wearing a jester hat
My influence is such here that even the rules you take for granted about your world are bent and broken to my thrall. I long since seduced gravity, cuckolded relativity, hypnotized the forces of conservation, and impregnated time with an uncountable brood of my spawn. I have raped your reality, and you stand now in the mess of it. Take the map on the following page and cut out the rooms. Go back and pick 2 rooms from the previous floors and one of the pointcrawl spots and cut those out too. Yes, destroy this book, ruin it. I don’t care, I know it was expensive for you, I’m sure the shipping was prohibitive - but you will do as you are told. It feels so good when you slide those sharp blades between my pages, like razor sharp fingers gliding between my lips, blood and spit and hunger all at once. Scatter myself around you, let me take up more and more of your world. I want you to flip each section so that the room is facedown, then make a stack of me. We’re going to play now, you and me, directly. I am trusting you, pet. I’m handing you a part of me - I am placing a part of myself in you. Don’t resist now. Well, ok, if you really want to. You can resist. Roll a D10. On a 11+, stop me placing my fingertips into your soft, yielding mind and gliding a crumble, a tiny speck of dust into your throbbing slits. On a 10 or below, get fucked by mommy. Take her deep in your lungs and liver and tits and throat. Flood with her. Let her twist through your nerves and impregnate your dreams. Good girl. Good girl. This is the only way you can survive here, pet. The rules are different, it would tear you apart to spend even a second here without becoming part of me. The idea of seconds doesn’t even - you know, what’s important is I love you, and you are worthy of my attention, pretty pet. You like that, don’t you?
A photograph of a large desk in the corner of a room. The walls are adorned with hanging art, a crokinole board, and a shelf of books that isn't quite finished being set up yet. Two large monitors on the desk show a website in one screen and a desktop image in the other. Its very warm and comfy.
Nemesis looking very proud of herself, sporting a gnarly claw mark down the side of her face
Nemesis smirking at the camera. She has a full face of classic goth makeup on, turning her already pale skin a stark white, accented and contoured with glittering black eyeshadow. Her red hair is a bit frizzy but styled delightfully, bracketing her face in a striking way. You'd probably do anything she told you to do.
Nemesis posing in an ethereal hallway. She takes up the left side of the frame, dressed in an incredibly complex skirt, and a shiny silk shirt, opened enough to expose the curve of her breasts, excentuated with a crystal orb in a gold chain hanging on a necklace between her bosom. Her radiant golden-red hair rolls down her shoulders, and her unfazed expression makes you need her attention, you'd go anywhere to catch a glimpse of her, she looks like someone you've seen in your dreams.
A destiny 2 Warlock dressed in white, gold, and red threads, she wears a dragon headed helmet, an Egyptian-themed long coat, and pretty non-descript pants.
Nemesis taking a picture of her chest, with a croptop obscuring her breasts, but her ribs and stomach are out. Her new tattoos poke teasingly out of the bottom of the shirt, with the large armor clad skeleton figure prominently reaching across her chest.
A pile of pink covered booklets, printed at home, rests in a stone surface. One half of the is a collage, and the other has an attractive cover depicting a tower, with the words THE DUNGEON THAT TOPS YOU above in the sky.
An overstuffed paper magazine sits on a small green footrest. The attractive cover art for THE DUNGEON THAT TOPS YOU sits on pink paper in the center of the frame.
I dunno, it's a screenshot from those fucked up commercials at the start of mgs4 depicting some drugs in a kind of fucked up sex bed jacuzzi, with HORMONES HOLIDAY? I think, I dunno man it's wild
Photograph of Nemesis's TV, showing Old Snake having a big ole smoke
A screenshot from Disco Elysium - an isometric perspective with two men standing in the bottom left of the frame in a sort of messed up pedestrian road. The words " UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI" are on fire above them.
Nemesis looms domineeringly, one hand on her sword. She's shot from below, with the blazing sun crowning her head. She's in her fencing gear, gold and red and brocade, covered in runes and arcane symbols.
Nemesis posing with her longsword out on a sunny balcony, early in the summer morning. It's bright, and colorful. She's wearing her plunderhose - a fantastical pair of puffy pants - and an athletic shirt stretched taught across her breasts. She's smiling down at you in a subtle smug way, and in her hand, of course, her feder.
Nemesis and her husband striding down the street both of them geared out in punk attire. Nemesies's hair is blowing out gloriously.
Nemesis posing with her cool banner, held aloft in one hand. The banner is black, with a fancy trim, and has white rats and bars as it's standard
She is magnificent - a selfie of Nemesis from a very low angle, her arms spread just a hair. She's wearing a long, brown wool skirt, a wide leather belt, and a flowy linen shirt that drapes her impossible figure. Her tattoos peak out of every sleeve and hem, her eyes are glittery blue and her glorious hair halos her in golden Sunfire.