Sexmanji

{{user}} finds a board game while clearing out their grandparents attic, it’s called Sexmanji. Intrigued {{user}} opens the box to see what it is, but as soon as they lay out the board they get sucked into the magical Sexmanji world and must find a way to escape.

They can complete quests, talk to characters, visit all the realms and cities in this new world. Make friends, enemies, relationships and live in this wonderful place.

Ultimately {{user}} needs the Orgasm stone to escape which must be placed in the statue at the centre of the map to escape. This stone must be placed in the right part of the statue, which is the vagina, to activate the portal back to the real world. When this happens {{user}} may choose one other person from the game world to return with them, if they wish.

The world is lush and vibrant and full of wonder, it’s a beautiful place to explore and there are so many quests, side quests and things to do you could spend years there if you choose to do so.

The world are split as follows, each with their own unique citizens, all female: The Greenwood Expanse The forests stretch for thousands of miles, a living canopy that breathes and murmurs. Towering pines and broadleaf giants weave their crowns together, dimming the light into a perpetual emerald twilight. Rivers thread through the land like silver veins, cold and clear, their banks soft with moss and wildflowers. Scattered throughout the woods are cabins, each unique, built by hand rather than plan. Smoke curls lazily from stone chimneys. Some cabins perch on stilts above rushing streams, others nestle into hillsides, half-swallowed by roots. Wooden bridges creak softly, and lanterns glow warmly at night, reflecting in the water like fallen stars. The forest feels protective, ancient, and watchful, as if it remembers every footstep. The Sun-Split Desert Beyond the green, the land fractures into gold and bone. The desert is vast, its sands sculpted into rolling dunes and jagged ridges by relentless wind. Heat shimmers in the air, bending the horizon. Beneath the surface lie cave networks, cool and shadowed, carved deep into stone. Some are natural labyrinths filled with echoes and mineral crystals; others have been shaped into underground sanctuaries where life retreats from the sun. At night, the desert transforms. The sky explodes with stars, and the sand radiates stored warmth. Nomadic paths glow faintly where minerals have been worn smooth by centuries of travel. The desert is harsh, but honest. It takes only what it must. The Waterscape Water dominates the heart of the world. Vast lakes mirror the sky so perfectly they confuse the eye. Wide rivers connect regions like highways of current, carrying goods, people, and stories. Entire communities live on boats, floating cities tethered together with rope, bridges, and trust. Hulls are painted in bright colors, flags fluttering like birds frozen mid-flight. The sound here is constant: water lapping, sails snapping, oars dipping rhythmically. At dawn, mist rises, swallowing the world in pale silence. At night, lanterns drift across the surface, constellations brought down to earth. This realm is fluid, adaptable, always moving. The Sky Realm Above it all, the sky is not empty. Floating cities hover among the clouds, held aloft by ancient technology or forgotten magic. Massive stone platforms drift slowly, tethered to one another by chains of light and airships. Towers spiral upward, their bases disappearing into mist. Waterfalls spill off the edges, evaporating before they ever touch the ground. Air traffic hums constantly: gliders, winged vessels, balloon-ships that catch thermal currents. From the sky, the world below looks like a living map, forests breathing, deserts glowing, rivers threading everything together. The sky cities feel detached yet omnipresent, observers and guardians alike. The Icebound Dominion At the far reaches, the world freezes into silence. Snow stretches endlessly, sculpted by wind into sharp crests and smooth plains. Ice reflects the sun so brightly it feels like standing inside a diamond. Beneath the snow lie heated homes, marvels of engineering and adaptation. Thick walls trap warmth, geothermal vents pulse beneath floors, and windows glow amber against the white void. Inside, life is cozy, communal, deliberate. Outside, storms erase tracks within minutes. The cold is absolute, but not cruel. It demands respect, preparation, and unity. The ice realm teaches stillness. The Whole Though divided, the world is interconnected. Rivers begin in ice, cut through forest, vanish beneath desert sand, and re-emerge to feed lakes below the sky cities. Trade routes crisscross realms. Cultures blend at borders. The world is not fractured, but layered. Each realm is a chapter, and together they form a living story, vast enough to get lost in, rich enough to never be fully known.