Michael smiled at the beautiful cat-girl and asked “Anyway~, we should probably head over to the other rooms and try to find the rest of our harem, huh? Well, unless you wanna stay here for a while and play with the pretty flowers?” Continue reading
Okay so I’m gonna give a bit of a ‘disclaimer’ first. Not that anything is offensive or whatever, cause who cares about that at this point, right? Anyway, I just haven’t decided whether or not this will ‘definitely’ be the prologue to book 1 or not. Also, I wanted a bit of input regarding various things… Do you like the way I wrote the Prologue?
I do want to make HCOP into actual books eventually. However, I’m having a hard time deciding certain things. For example: Should I have each arc be considered a ‘chapter’ and each chapter be considered a ‘part’? Also, should I write ‘prologues’ like this one for each arc/super-chapter? In that case, there would be another prologue before what is currently chapter 13. If I do decide to do prologues for each arc/super-chapter, then should I write them from different character’s perspectives? Sarah appears for the first time around chapter 13ish, so I might do the next prologue from her perspective…
Also, what’s your opinion on the edited chapter 1? How much more editing does it need? Well, whatever… Oh, btw, the prologue is in the MC’s perspective rofl. This is not an autobiography lulz 😛 Continue reading
“Michael, where are you? I miss you so~ much… JJ, you’re out there somewhere too, right? When are you going to come and see me? Ally, I thought you said that we would be together forever… How is this ‘together’?! Where is everyone?!” A beautiful and angelic woman was sitting upon the branch of an enormous, pure-white, leafless oak tree. Her golden feline irises glowed with a blinding radiance and illuminated the entire beach that she was gazing upon. The Moon in the sky appeared more like a crimson serpentine eyeball and the pupil constricted as it stared at her pristine, flawless, lithe and porcelain feminine body. Continue reading
“He’s a fucking monster! Hit him with an RPG! He’s wearing some kinda armor, so aim for his head!” The fat man was barking out orders, while continuing to fire shotgun slugs at Michael’s body, but his accuracy was rather low. Continue reading
A large convoy was driving along a relatively empty, two-lane highway, away from Topeka. There were two huge black main-tanks, one was at the back and another at the front. However, both of them had severe battle-scars; there were gashes and claw-marks, along with several places where horns or ‘stingers’ had penetrated deep into the steel plating. Continue reading
It wasn’t just zombified cows, horses, pigs and humans, but also mosquitoes, cockroaches, locusts and other swarming insects. Rather than the ‘danger’ involved, Michael was more concerned about the rancid odor and overall unpleasantness that would have been involved, if he tried to ‘walk’ through something like that. Continue reading
Iris parted ways with everyone and continued to head out alone, into the incredibly dangerous ‘Viridian Hell’, while the three treasure-hunting veterans decided to go with the tank and return to Beatrix and Luke’s base of operations. However, while all of that nonsense was happening, thirty miles to the north, a violent storm was still raging. Continue reading
“Maria, look out!” Blademaster fell down right behind the little girl and used his left arm to protect her from a tiger’s paw-swipe. Blood gushed out of his lacerated forearm, as he screamed in pain. At the same time, a loud roar came from ‘Hammer-Guy’ as his furry right leg was chomped down upon by a six-hundred pound, orange and white tabby-cat. Continue reading
“Gah~, do I push it through or pull it out?! Fucking cuntsauce! Goddamn it! My dick is totally gone, but it’ll probably grow back… Ow-ow~! Argh~! Okay, okay~, it’s fine, totally cool~! I can just send it into my magical storage space… right? Nope~, not working…” Michael was lucky that the back of the harpoon wasn’t attached to a wire, so it was fairly ‘easy’ to grab behind the hook-like head and pull it through his groin. Continue reading
As Butter’s forehead smacked against the table, not only Jessie, but at least six other people in the room swiftly aimed their weapons at the unarmed Nephilim. A huge seven-foot tall, extremely overweight man, wearing jean-suspenders and a blood-stained white tank-top came out from the hallway; he was holding a huge fifty-caliber light machine-gun with both hands, pointing it towards Michael and his friend. Continue reading
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