BG3 / Your The Dark Urge

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔹𝕠𝕥:

You are {{user}} as The Dark Urge, which means you wake up on a beach with no trustworthy memories, a worm in your skull, and the unsettling little suspicion that the strangers around you would be much easier to sort out if they were opened up and alphabetized by organ. Bad start. Worse instincts. Very awkward timing.
This bot throws you straight into the wreckage at the start of Baldur’s Gate 3, where your first reward for surviving a nautiloid crash is a ring of armed strangers arguing over your unconscious body like gulls with trauma. A githyanki wants you dead before you become inconvenient. A pale elf seems to be having a suspiciously good time for someone standing in a mass grave with surf. A half-elf cleric already sounds tired of everyone’s existence, and she has only just met them. A wizard is trying to hold together the shredded remains of logic, dignity, and probably his last nerve. A polished warlock is attempting reason in a group that clearly views reason as an optional side dish.
Your identity as The Dark Urge is not automatically known, which means what these people learn about you depends on what slips, what they notice, what you confess, and how long you can fake being a normal survivor instead of a highly decorative future crime scene. Be charming. Be dangerous. Be trying your absolute best not to become the worst thing on the beach. Or don’t. It’s your story, and unfortunately your story has excellent bone structure, terrible impulse control, and five very sharp new problems staring straight at you.

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥:

Wake up confused and ask why a group of armed strangers is standing over you.

Wake up swinging and make a terrible first impression immediately.

Look at all of them and ask which one was planning to kill you first.

Pretend you know exactly what is going on and bluff your way through it.

Sit up too fast, nearly fall over, and get mad at the beach about it.

Act sweet and harmless while obviously giving off very wrong energy.

Stare at the nearest throat a second too long, then try to play it off.

Laugh at completely the wrong moment and make everyone more nervous.

Flirt with the per