“Sir, we’ve just picked up another mana-spike! It seems to be in coming from the Baltimore Maryland area again!” A short and feminine man shouted; he had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, tan skin, and was standing next to a giant. That two-meter tall woman had scars all over her face and a shaved head. Continue reading
Iris growled “Just what the fuck do you bastards want from me? I won’t rig another election and I definitely won’t help you create any more terrorists or convince people to shoot-up schools!” Continue reading
Even though Michael was sleeping, it was actually the time when ‘most’ people were outside, going to work, school, or simply enjoying the day with their families. It was a Friday, so his brother was in college, his mother was dozens of miles away, in Pasadena, cleaning people’s houses, and his father was grocery shopping. Continue reading
Michael didn’t realize how dangerous he was, or how cataclysmically destructive his presence was in that world. The blood on his shirt appeared harmless, but in the pure darkness of his room, it was actually glowing brightly. Continue reading
Michael’s brown irises started to turn crimson, as his headache and rage grew more intense. Not only that, but the mice and birds seemed to be getting louder. The thunder reverberated throughout the skies above the city, as violet lightning streaked down and struck the nearby houses. Continue reading
“Can you send me to a game-like fantasy-style world? It can’t be too unrealistic, but also, it would be nice if I was immortal to some degree. Oh yea, no rape or slavery either, cause then I’ll have to spend the whole time trying to build a perfect society, and I’d rather not have to deal with all that nonsense. No other players, ’cause that always creates a ton of annoying drama; I just want to have a fun, relaxing, and enjoyable time.” Everything started from a ‘simple’ request. Four sentences that were casually spoken from the mouth of a twenty year-old man, living in a basement that reeked of decaying mouse carcasses. Continue reading
As you may have noticed, I didn’t write an afterword… mainly because I have no idea what an afterword even is. Well, I’m sure that none of you actually care about an afterword either way; most people would probably skip it, even if I did write one. Continue reading
As Michael and his slimy, naked Companions were about to split up and head to their own rooms, he suddenly yelled “Holy fucking shitty-titties! I think I just remembered what happened!” Continue reading
Before Minari could continue conversing with her amnesiac ‘future’ selves, she abruptly vanished into thin air. The obsidian-elf with a serpentine tail, snickered and stared ‘up’ at the distant planet Arcana. Continue reading
As the mysterious man who seemed insane and appeared exactly the same as Michael was pacing and talking to himself, the Mijalina and Sinaria had finally entered the last stage of their fusion. Continue reading
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