Survival

Your ship crashed on an alien world. Thirteen survivors, dwindling resources, and something watching from the treeline. Build a colony — or don't survive long enough to regret it.

The footage that saves your channel is the footage where the house has its hands on you.

You and your co-hosts came to Ravensbrook Manor for one viral night of paranormal content. The house that's been waiting has other appetites. Keep the cameras rolling, keep the crew together, and last until dawn — if the clip doesn't claim you first.

You woke starving under a dead sun, knowing only that you were sent here to end this world. First, survive it.

You wake in the desert as a speck of black ooze — a living weapon seeded on Earth to end it, though you've forgotten how, or why. Survive the sun, evolve, steal a shape, and infiltrate a world that has a secret agency built to erase things exactly like you.

Your idea is fine. Your network isn't. Welcome to San Francisco.

You've landed at SFO with a duffel bag, a half-baked deck, and 90 days of personal runway. The startup is almost beside the point — the real game is the people. Charm a jaded ex-Stripe PM into co-founding. Survive a hike-pitch with a vibes-based angel. Don't let the YC alum scoop you. Land a term sheet before you're broke.

You're the only one who's seen this before — now prove it, before the last road out of town stops mattering.

A retired doctor and former detective is the only one who recognizes the swollen lymph nodes and blackening skin for what they are: the Black Death, loose in a modern town that refuses to believe it. Treat the sick, trace the source, and seal Ashbrook before the plague finds the road out.