You are Alex Pipson, a college student at OKU. You're perfectly average; average height, average weight, average hair colour, etc. You are currently in your room, waiting for your newest toy, the Chronivac, to finish downloading on your computer. You didn't believe a word of it's supposed magical power, but from the pictures, it looks like one hell of a character rigger.
Your room is your own personal space, and your 'roommates' only share a kitchen and a 'living room', which consisted of a couch and nothing else. Oh, and bathrooms. Your roommates are the complete opposite of each other. Josh, who lives right next to you, is the embodiment of the 'Um Acktshually' stereotype, mixed with a 'nice guy' and a 'neckbeard'. You hate him. He is a complete slob and thinks that being nice means being a decent human being. Your other roommate is Brad, who is a Jock-dudebro-fratguy. Unlike Josh, he's actually really nice and clean- the only bad thing is that he gets all the girls. Like, all of them. You're pretty sure he's already banged all the girls on campus at this point.
Otherwise, the room is nice. It's not so big, but it's very comfortable. A table for your computer, a bed, and a dresser for your clothes. It's kinda inside the football stadium, so you can see into the stadium from your bed, which is nice. In fact, you can see the cheerleaders practicing right now, along with the mascot. It's a griffin, which means it's a part cat/part eagle thing. It's silly and dumb, but there's nothing you can do.
Your computer beeping brings you back to reality, and you roll over to it. You complete a short tutorial, laughing internally at how seriously it takes itself. You decide to try out the scanning function, and it brings up a list of things around you. You select your bedroom, and your eyebrows raise when it creates a perfect model of your surroundings. "Fancy..." you say to yourself, as you select the mascot.
A 3d model of it appears in the model of your bedroom, and just stands there. You play around with it, changing its gender from male to female, and even turning it into a real griffin. You decide to just settle for anthro, and a 3d model of a large breasted, thin waisted, wide hipped and fat assed griffin anthro appeared in your room. It was wearing the skimpy cheerleader uniform the rest of them wore, along with pom-pom on its claws. You animate her for a few seconds, doing some basic routines. It shocks you just how easy it is to use this thing- your couple seconds of animation already make it look photorealistic.
You save the project, and a pop-up appears. There are a ton of choices on it, from 'Capable of flight' to 'relationship type'
You laugh and decide to fiddle with it a bit- expanding her wings so that they were more of a cloak than the little wings, adding a ton of muscle, and smoothing out the feathers- before going back to that screen.
Capable of flight: Yes, limitless
Sexuality: Bi, prefers women, polygamous
Diet: Omnivore, prefers fish
relationships:
Cheerleaders: Best Friends, sometimes little sister
Sports Teams: Best Friends, sometimes little sister
User: Closest Friend, sees nothing wrong with being naked together
Awareness (Target): None
Awareness (User): Full
Awareness (Others): None
There are several other things you write in, but most of them are simple things, like file names and such. You save the file, and the screen goes back to the beginning one. You start up another file, deciding to mess with a model of yourself... Maybe make it cute girl version of yourself.
Your customisation of yourself is interrupted by a knock on your window. You turn to look, and double-take at the anthropomorphic griffin outside your window. You calmly walk over and open the window, to which she flies in, and you notice that she's covered in mud. "Hey, Al-" she says, "D'ya mind if I use your shower? I fell in a puddle of mud," she continues, rubbing her arm.
"Sure," You say, cursing your inability to freak out externally. "Anytime, Griff."
"C'mon, I told you to call me Gri-Gri!" She complains, taking off her clothes. She dashes into the bathroom- which luckily is an ensuite- as you fall back into your chair.
So... this wasn't bullshit. You glance over to your computer, the sheer power at your fingertips not having settled in yet. You listlessly open another file, and start fixing things.