Okay, this is the final volume of Observing the End. Which I finished writing back in 2017? Something like that. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays again!
Btw, if you like Fanfiction, I started posting this over on Spacebattles and Scribblehub: Creating Zerg In Star Wars
Author’s Note: Okay, so I was going to do this tomorrow, but here’s Volume 2 because why not? Just finished turning it all into a single giant volume sized post. You’re welcome I guess? Happy Holidays!
Okay, so apparently… I umm, I don’t think I actually have this story posted on my site? I thought I did, but maybe I didn’t? Maybe I don’t? In that case, here’s the whole first volume! Good luck!
Michael Cinagra, an antisocial psychopathic author, struggles to survive the apocalypse… While writing a diary in his free time.
Observer 131, a Personal Reconnaissance Drone that was sent to spy on him… Is still faithfully keeping logs of everything that happens, because that’s just how it was programmed.
The two of them go on a three volume adventure, traveling around, killing things, learning new skills and trying to maintain some semblance of sanity while the world crumbles around them. You know how it is with MCs… Every day is a new disaster.
The question is: How far can their plot armor take them? Will they survive the cruel machinations of fate? Probably not. But will they stay dead? Is it even possible to stay dead in a reality where everyone has souls and reincarnation is practically a mode of transportation? I doubt it.
Anyway, this is a story about Michael and his clingy stalker. Good luck, have fun and be careful.
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Volume 1: The Will to Survive
Humanity has fallen. We all knew that this would happen eventually. There is no escaping from fate. But I refuse to submit! I will not die! I am an ancient immortal… Though I may have been incubating within this pathetic human form for the past twenty-seven years, I am finally freed from the shackles of society’s foolish constraints!
Continue reading“Phew~, thank God they have a fireplace…” Matthew sat down onto the sofa, next to his mother. She was covering herself with a thick quilt, while drinking some hot chocolate out of a mug. Meanwhile, Michael was standing in the kitchen with a white robe on, cooking a big pot of spaghetti on the gas stove. Continue reading
Anaishe was in a daze the whole trip. Smoke was wafting in from outside, while the blood and gore on Michael’s armor was also very potent. She gagged and dry heaved a few times, but ultimately couldn’t vomit any more. Continue reading
*Author’s Note*
When you summon an MC… Or is it a MC? Oh well, the moral of the story is that when shit hits the fan, you don’t wanna be in front of it. Or anywhere in the damn room for that matter.
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“Mom, I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I’m a Summoner. I have the ability to bring things into this world using magic, kinda.” Continue reading
“Definitely… Worth it… Ow… See you soon Kid.” Those were Michael’s last words, before his body exploded like a balloon filled with blood. Continue reading
“Oh please~! Those bitches were total noobs!” Michael snickered, bragging “As long as you give me a decent suit of armor, I could even kill a whole army of losers like-Holy fuck!” Continue reading
“Is this bitch actually a zombie?” The moment the glasses vanished, that woman got down on all fours and started sprinting towards Michael with her abnormally long tongue, hanging out of her mouth. Continue reading
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