“What’s wrong with him?” Admiral Cain was wearing a skin-tight red t-shirt, along with black jeans and combat boots. Standing next to him was a five-foot tall, middle-aged woman, with long white hair, extremely pale skin, and lipstick that matched her crimson irises. Continue reading
“Nyah~, I can’t leave~! Wah~, Mikey~, why can’t I leave~?! I wanna go~! Let me go~!” An adorable little cat-girl was crying and whining, while clawing angrily at an ominous wooden door. Continue reading
Each of those submarines was shaped like a bullet on the outside, while the inside was closer to a very narrow but long elevator. However, rather than a fragile window, there were simply cameras on the outer hull, which had their displays projected onto the ceiling, walls and floor. Continue reading
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