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Update - New Tiers

Hey everyone, thought I'd get this out there now for those of you who want to know.

I've been deliberating for awhile about my current tiers and their pricing and after some feedback and talking with friends, I've come to the conclusion that the pricing is pretty cringe. So, I've unpublished the current tiers and created new ones that I feel are much better.

There's still only three and they offer the same benefits as the previous ones but are cheaper, especially the new Super (Ma...

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String - Fabrication 5.10

I wasn’t sure what I expected.

Maybe some Pandora logos strewn about the place, or a bunch of small rooms with “servants” locked inside. I had heard the horror stories and read a bunch online. With Lucy’s place being right at the heart of Pandora territory, I expected something a little less… mundane.

The back door led into the laundry before continuing on into a hallway that ended when it opened out into the kitchen and dining room on either side. There were a few famil...

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String - Fabrication 5.9

Abby didn’t even try to hide.

When I arrived at the computer science block, she was leaning against the door to the building. I had to guess that as a renowned superhero, you could loiter anywhere you wanted and not look suspicious. If it were anyone else, they would probably have teachers harassing them.

“You’re like, ten minutes late dude.”

I snorted. “Since when were you such a stickler for the rules?”

She pushed off the door and straightened up, giving ...

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String - Fabrication 5.8

Minerva wasn’t an impressive school by any metric.

Its mundanity was almost charming in a way. The main gate made it seem ordinary, boring even. It was just a collection of featureless buildings that didn’t seem to hold any personality beyond the vague suggestion that it was, in fact, a school. Every other place had some sort of esoteric design to its buildings or a funky meaningless art piece that postured around outside. For all intents and purposes, the place was bland, and I cou...

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String - Fabrication 5.7

I waved to Sam as she took off down the road.

I still wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about her driving around without a license. She could easily get the car impounded if she wasn’t careful but she was more than capable of outrunning any cops who tried to chase her down. It’s not a big deal I suppose, I’ll just hassle her about it later. For now, I had groceries to get inside.

With both hands straining to carry the bags, I made my way to the front door, only to see it ope...

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String - Fabrication 5.6

Seraphim…

It’s strange to think that anyone you pass on the street could either be a bastion of humanity or one of its darkest monsters. Here we were, out and about, having a good time, when in reality we were on opposite sides.

Abby had never gone into detail about her co-heroes in training, both out of respect for their privacy and because it was against the law. I was always a little curious about what their lives were like, away from the instant recognition and co...

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String - Fabrication 5.5

“Maybe you had a point about taking the bus.”

Finding a parking spot in New Market was like fishing for a needle in a haystack. This place was so absurdly cramped that parking could be a competitive sport all on its own. It was an open-air plaza with hundreds of street vendors and shops.

“It’s never a good idea to drive around this area, you’ll just get stuck in traffic,” I replied, pulling into the fourth parking lot. We must’ve hit the jackpot because someone in fr...

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String - Fabrication 5.4

Heeeeeey, can I borrow you for a few hours?

After our conversation with my sister, I wasn’t expecting to hear from Sam today. I had opted to stay home today instead of going back to my workshop. The lawns wouldn’t cut themselves and it wasn’t like she was capable of reaching the higher areas of the house to dust them. There were chores that needed doing and I was the only one that could do them.

I was a good way through most of the housework when Sam called. S...

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String - Fabrication 5.3

The door to my workshop slid open and Sam was quick to follow me in before the door shut, automatically locking itself. The lights buzzed as they switched on as the rest of the room was filled with a constant hum. The 3D printers were still slowly progressing through some of my different projects while another smaller one churned out proto-bullets for my sniper rifle.

I strolled over to my laptop and woke it up before pulling up two seats for the both of us. Sam easily sunk back into th...

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String - Fabrication 5.2

I wasn’t an obsessive person but my current actions would make you think otherwise.

Friday had gone with Saturday rolling around and Lucy still had yet to respond to me. I found myself distracted, staring at my phone for hours on end flicking through different apps to keep myself occupied, whilst hoping I’d catch one of her messages the moment they arrived. In reality, I knew she wasn’t going to respond and that I’d likely have to confront her at school about it. She was either ...

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String - Fabrication 5.1

The culmination of my relentless efforts lay before me, its impeccable condition lighting a spark of wonder in my eyes.

I leaned forward in my chair as the center of my focus reformed from its liquid state and unfolded to reveal its newly minted form. I had taken the liberty of working on my suit to ensure I had as much survivability as I could muster. I recalled captured footage I had seen over the years of various fights between gangs led by supers. Things got messy fast and if I had ...

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String - ENCRYPTED #1

EVOHUMAN CRISIS UNIT RESTRICTED DATABASE

ACCESSING . . .

USERNAME: ******

PASSWORD: ***********************

.

. .

. . .

LOGGING IN . . .

SEARCHING . . .

DIRECTORY: Exhibit A - First Entry.

DATE ARCHIVED: September 14th, 1986

DATE PUBLICATION: June 8th, 1882

CONTENTS:

Entry  #1 - by Dr. Wallac...

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String - Fruition Interlude: Lucy

She had seen it coming from a mile away.

When Max hadn’t shown up for homeroom, Lucy knew it was a sign of what was to come. It was just the nature of the world they lived in. Those with superpowers might as well live in a different world than everyone else. She hadn’t even bothered to send him any reminders, because deep down, she knew this assignment wasn’t important. Not to him, not anymore.

Max had more pressing things to worry about than his grades. His life wo...

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A Delay and an Annoucement

Hey all, got a bit of an update here.

For my Super Tier patrons, the next chapter is a bit delayed. It needs about two more days to cook as I have been extremely busy recovering from my illness and taking care of some other irl matters. However, I can reveal that it is an Interlude to end the 4.X series. For this Interlude, we will be following Lucy.

For everyone else, a small announcement.

I feel like I've been lacking with the rewards a lil bit. Early access to chapters is...

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String - Fruition 4.7

“She knew about me.”

We hadn’t even made it back to the car before Mia started to spill. There was a tinge of fear in her voice, that she couldn’t hide. Alice walked ahead of us and she didn’t even look over her shoulder to answer.

“Gaea knows a lot of things,” her answer was vague and I had a feeling she was doing it on purpose. “More to the point, she read your biology and that tipped her off. Whatever the Cains did to you isn’t just surface-level and that made...

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String - Fruition 4.6

I could only imagine what kind of bloodbath would have ensued if Gaea hadn’t been here to keep everyone in check.

One of my hands instinctively twitched towards my gun when Bonesmith took his seat. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one outraged by this development. Wildfire stood, a vicious, snarling heat curling off his body, flicking ever so slightly. His colleagues took this as their cue to step away from him for their own protection.

“What is this?” His demand came from a ...

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String - Fruition 4.5

“This is a bad idea.”

I couldn’t shake my hesitation. Before, I had been cautious, even hesitant about this meeting. Who wouldn’t be, with Bayside’s Super underworld all meeting in one place? Gaea was going to be there, personally. That much was enough to put me on edge, hell that’d be enough to put most nations on edge; and from what Sam said, Pandora was also going to show up.

All of that power concentrated into one place was bad enough, it was even worse now that Mi...

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String - Fruition 4.4

“Nobody move!”

Sam switched to Pink and blitzed over to Mia. She pulled the girl to her feet and guided her back to me and Liam. Mia looked sick, her eyes were unfocused and they flicked around erratically.

“Come on, girlie. Now’s not the time to go limp!” Pink complained. “I can’t do my zoomies with passengers! Ah, where the hell is Purple when you need her!?”

My first instinct was to reach for my pistol to ward off the potential enemies but all my stuff was...

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String - Fruition 4.3

“Thanks for your help today. Some of this wouldn’t have even occurred to me if I did this alone.”

Sam and I stared at the mountain of supplies stacked in the trunk of my car. Asking her to come along had been a last-minute change, one that had definitely paid off. I had spent most of Saturday making plans, spending my charges on an open-source Computer-Aided Design program I downloaded, and noting down what I wanted before Sunday rolled around. Once I was ready to set off, asking ...

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String - Fruition 4.2

Dread had become a familiar companion over the last few weeks, so much so that I’d buy it a drink if I was old enough.

Something had happened and now Mom wanted me home, enough to text and make demands. She rarely ever did that but when she did, it was usually because I had fucked up badly. My first thought was that she had discovered that I had powers. The timing was too convenient and felt like the most obvious conclusion. The second was that she was annoyed that I had been out all ...

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String - Fruition 4.1

The morning came far too quickly and with far too many aches.

My place in Sam’s apartment building wasn’t furnished yet so all I had to sleep on was the couch in the living room. It was comfortable enough but I much preferred a bed to stretch out and roll around on. Regardless, the couch served its purpose just fine. I would look into getting a proper bed in here later.

I threw off the blanket draped over me and got up. This place had no amenities yet so I’d have to use Sam...

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String - Friction Interlude II: Comet

Her phone rang out with her morning alarm.

Slowly, Abby flopped out of bed. Like most, the young heroine hated Mondays. The beginning of the week just had an icky feeling that no other day possessed.

Like a zombie, she rose from her bed and rolled out onto the floor. It took a single thought to stop herself from colliding with the carpet, her telekinetic aura orientating her upright. With a yawn, she dispersed her powers and shambled toward the bathroom to begin her morning routin...

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String - Friction Interlude I: Comet

March 5th, 2017

Abigail Kingston awoke to sirens blaring.

The piercing alarm rang through her room as she jolted upright in her bed. The lights in her ceiling bathed the room in an ominous red glow. Quivering and still in her pajamas, she climbed out of bed and made for her bedroom door. Her hand was halfway to the handle when the door opened.

A woman stood dressed in casual wear. Black boots, jeans, a shirt, and a black jacket with the ECU’s logo slapped ...

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String - Friction 3.10

I blinked and gasped for air, pain tearing through my back.

Comet, in her panic, had thrown us with more strength than she likely intended. There was a brief feeling of weightlessness as I flew backward and a jarring shock as I crashed through machinery.

I had no idea where Alice had landed but Anomaly seemed to recover quickly. I caught glimpses of his form contouring and warring against drones that swarmed him. I barely had a chance to process this before I also found myself a v...

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String - Turbulence 3.9

As much as I wished it to be, this wasn’t a horror movie.

The figures trapped inside the vats of orange liquid were real people and this was a very real laboratory. In hindsight it was obvious, why else would there be a giant metal door that looked like it could withstand a nuclear blast?

The room was enormous and I couldn’t see anything that indicated there was more to it. It was all just one giant, sterile, white room, filled to the brim with blinking machines.

<...

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String - Turbulence 3.8

My crosshair hovered over Comet as she glided down the road and I knew in my soul that I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger. Besides, even if I wanted to, her telekinetic aura would stop the tranquilizer dead before it had a chance to pierce her skin. Not to mention, she was wearing Nanoforge’s armor and there was no way I was breaching that.

Not with my non-lethal options anyway.

“Alice, what do we do?”

Ah, shaddup! I’m thinkin’ AND dodging over he...

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String - Turbulence 3.7

A cocktail of anxiety and fear had me arriving early, but it turned out I wasn’t the only one.

Anomaly was perched on the ledge of the building, staring at the meatworks building two blocks away. Alice had chosen this office building in particular because it had good sightlines for me to take advantage of. I had an unobstructed view of the building's windows. I’d be able to shoot through and thin the ranks so that the assault force has an easier time.

Assuming I can hit my...

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String - Turbulence 3.6

“Dude, are you alright? You’ve been out of it all morning.”

I regarded Jackson with a mirthless laugh. Out of all the subjects I was forced to sit through at school, Business Studies and Economics was by far the most boring. Maybe I could develop a piece of software to do all my homework for me, then I could completely ignore this class.

“I didn’t sleep very well,” I replied, scribbling circles in my textbook. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

That was putting i...

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Official Story Cover

Artwork by: Dudemcguy

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String - Turbulence 3.5

Click.

I flicked the switch with my finger and adjusted my aim. Peering down the scope, I analyzed the digital display, noting all the information available to me. Wind speed; 16 knots. Distance to target; 1.76 km. Recommended kinetic amplifier; 53 percent. I moved my thumb to the side of the metal, carefully dragging it down a touch-sensitive panel, watching as the kinetic amplifier dropped from 76 to 53.

My target moved slightly and I adjusted my aim. I counted...

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