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Power Corrupts: A Stop on the Road (ch. 49)

I felt like I left the Hold of the Reach unfinished as I sprinted through the flat tundra of Whitehold. There were ruins to explore -- there should be another Aetherium shard in the Hold, there were at least two named Dragon Priests, I didn't get a chance to thoroughly explore the Dwemer ruins that littered the Hold either.

But, all the same, I left.

The city of Markarth would be burning bodies for weeks, and after that, the city was going to face a host of problems. Like a food s...

See No Evil: Spit (ch. 16)

“We have to do something about the prisoners, Vergil,” Tifa muttered to me about a week later. A week after our raids on the Blackgaters, hitting dozens of their safehouses and fronts. A week since the stability in East End collapsed. And a week since we took prisoners of the original group that started this entire mess. “We just can’t keep them here forever, you know?”

I nodded absentmindedly, having considered the question myself constantly during the past week. I leaned aga...

See No Evil: Concept in Practice (ch. 15)

I could only perform the same trick so many times, it would seem, I thought about a half dozen safe houses later. Phones did unfortunately exist, so the Blackgaters did eventually pick up on the fact that in the past hour that at least eighteen of their fronts and safehouses had been hit. I saw proof of that when I saw people being kicked out of a small restaurant.

The Blackgaters who owned the place started closing off blinds to block any view of those inside. Jus...

See No Evil: Proof of Concept (ch. 14)

"Nice set up you got here," the lead Blackgater spoke, gesturing around with a too big pistol in hand. It looked like a hand cannon, so it was probably a desert eagle or something. A thoroughly impractical gun, but if someone got shot with it then a hole would be shot through them. "I expected to see the bums in cages or some shit, but whatever works I guess. Who's in charge of this operation?"

I strode forward, away from Tifa and Revy. I clenched my jaw until my teeth bega...

Going Native: Feeling of Loss (ch. 53)

Old habits died hard, Shayera realized as she found herself sprinting towards trouble instead of away from it. Explosions rang out across the upper plate that divided Thangar -- the cities built on the upper plate were metropolis unlike any in the universe. Everything that wasn't on the upper plate was slums. 

But, because they were on the upper plate the response was uniform -- military service was mandatory for all full citizens of Thangar. Members of her species fle...

Going Native: Feeling of Defeat (ch. 54)

There was a sense of power that came with being a hero. It wasn’t anything like Emporer Palpatine shouting ‘unlimited powahh’ at the top of his lungs, but it was more of… a slow creeping sense of empowerment. When you were constantly in dangerous situations that would kill a normal person in about a second flat, and not only did you survive, but you saved other people’s lives while kicking the butt of the person that made that dangerous situation…

You felt power...

Going Native: Feeling of Dread (ch. 52)

There weren’t words to describe the sight of a thousand Green Lanterns in once place. A handful were on Oa at any given time, most of which were recruits, but it was the first time Hal had seen so many of his comrades gathered in one place. Much less to fight a singular enemy. The Sinestro Corps wouldn’t be crushed, ripped out root and stem here, but the snake's head would be cut off. The body would thrash  around for a bit and then they could clean up the pieces left be...

Announcement: Possible Vacation time (23rd-30th) and a new Quest!

Hello everyone, I'm letting you know I'll be taking the 23rd to 30th off. Possibly. Maybe. it's a very real possibility, so I felt the need to give you all a heads up just in case. 

It's a mix of work stuff, personal life, and a bit of burnout. With work, it's taking a bunch of qualifications for a promotion -- so, a lot of memorization, and a lot of boring stuff that has turned my brain into mush. Personal life is I'm visiting my girlfriend's parents and... yeah. As for burnout, i...

Power Corrupts: A Break from the Road (ch. 50)

I didn't have dreams anymore. I noticed it a while ago, back when I had been unable to shake off the habit of sleeping. Ever since I became the Gamer, I lost the ability to dream. It was just like turning a light switch on or off. But, on a plus side, it meant that I couldn't have nightmares.

Opening my eyes, I felt like a weight had been removed from me despite the fact an actual weight was pressing down on me as Hestia snoozed on top of me. Sleeping was unnecessary and a ...

Power Corrupts: A Stop on the Road (ch. 49)

I felt like I left the Hold of the Reach unfinished as I sprinted through the flat tundra of Whitehold. There were ruins to explore -- there should be another Aetherium shard in the Hold, there were at least two named Dragon Priests, I didn't get a chance to thoroughly explore the Dwemer ruins that littered the Hold either.

But, all the same, I left.

The city of Markarth would be burning bodies for weeks, and after that, the city was going to face a host of problems. ...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Extremes (ch. 48)

A few days passed, but it felt like weeks as we made the preparations for the invasion. A few days of watching the city struggle to pull itself together as an invading army marched. Scouts reported that the Forsworn were finally on the move after a massive celebration and a funeral for their dead king. The tension in the city was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The few remaining citizens looked haunted and grim. Like they were starting to regret their choice to stay when they co...

Biggest Tipper for October Prompt

Time for the monthly prompt again. I'm using the prompts that were sent last month because there were a lot that I couldn't get to. Which will be the case going forward -- Every two months or so, I'll ask for prompts and I'll use as many as I can in one month then the rest during the next month. 

Additionally, looking at the past polls, there has been a lot of saturation with some stories -- like Going Native getting eight prompts, Power Corrupts getting ten and the re...

Bigger Tipper Poll for October Prompt

Time for the monthly prompt again. I'm using the prompts that were sent last month because there were a lot that I couldn't get to. Which will be the case going forward -- Every two months or so, I'll ask for prompts and I'll use as many as I can in one month then the rest during the next month. 

Additionally, looking at the past polls, there has been a lot of saturation with some stories -- like Going Native getting eight prompts, Power Corrupts getting ten and the re...

Big Tipper Poll for October Prompt

Time for the monthly prompt again. I'm using the prompts that were sent last month because there were a lot that I couldn't get to. Which will be the case going forward -- Every two months or so, I'll ask for prompts and I'll use as many as I can in one month then the rest during the next month. 

Additionally, looking at the past polls, there has been a lot of saturation with some stories -- like Going Native getting eight prompts, Power Corrupts getting ten and the re...

Tipper Poll for October Prompt

Time for the monthly prompt again. I'm using the prompts that were sent last month because there were a lot that I couldn't get to. Which will be the case going forward -- Every two months or so, I'll ask for prompts and I'll use as many as I can in one month then the rest during the next month. 

Additionally, looking at the past polls, there has been a lot of saturation with some stories -- like Going Native getting eight prompts, Power Corrupts getting ten and the rest are contin...

Monthly Prompt: Briefing (Full Release)

An alert on the Batcomputer made itself known as Batman looked up from his game of Animal Crossing -- Bruce Wayne couldn't say that he cared for the game, but after Stephanie Brown brought it into the house, the rest of his family started playing. First Cassandra, because she was Stephanie's best friend. Unfortunately. Tim was the second due to the fact that he was dating Stephanie. Also unfortunate. Dick was next because he loved these kinds of games, meaning that Barbara and Da...

See No Evil: Concept in Practice (ch.15)

I could only perform the same trick so many times, it would seem, I thought about a half dozen safe houses later. Phones did unfortunately exist, so the Blackgaters did eventually pick up on the fact that in the past hour that at least eighteen of their fronts and safehouses had been hit. I saw proof of that when I saw people being kicked out of a small restaurant. 

The Blackgaters who owned the place started closing off blinds to block any view of those inside. Just not b...

See No Evil: Proof of Concept (ch. 14)

"Nice set up you got here," the lead Blackgater spoke, gesturing around with a too big pistol in hand. It looked like a hand cannon, so it was probably a desert eagle or something. A thoroughly impractical gun, but if someone got shot with it then a hole would be shot through them. "I expected to see the bums in cages or some shit, but whatever works I guess. Who's in charge of this operation?"

I strode forward, away from Tifa and Revy. I clenched my jaw until my teeth bega...

See No Evil: Tracing (ch.13)

“Tifa Lockhart, huh?” Oswald Cobblepot muttered to himself, taking in a deep breath of smoke as he looked at the finalized papers for the fake identities he had set up for the freshly minted Vergil St. Jude and Tifa Lockhart. He gave them the works -- driver licenses, passports, social security numbers, birth certificates, added their names on electronic records, and so on. Vergil paid a hundred and fifty thousand a pop for them, unknowing that the identities he had bought we...

Going Native: Feeling of Loss (ch. 53)

Old habits died hard, Shayera realized as she found herself sprinting towards trouble instead of away from it. Explosions rang out across the upper plate that divided Thangar -- the cities built on the upper plate were metropolis unlike any in the universe. Everything that wasn't on the upper plate was slums. 

But, because they were on the upper plate the response was uniform -- military service was mandatory for all full citizens of Thangar. Members of her species fle...

Going Native: Feeling of Dread (ch. 52)

There weren’t words to describe the sight of a thousand Green Lanterns in once place. A handful were on Oa at any given time, most of which were recruits, but it was the first time Hal had seen so many of his comrades gathered in one place. Much less to fight a singular enemy. The Sinestro Corps wouldn’t be crushed, ripped out root and stem here, but the snake's head would be cut off. The body would thrash  around for a bit and then they could clean up the pieces left be...

Going Native: Feeling of Anticipation (ch. 51)

If you knew anything about the Green Lanterns, it was impossible to not know Sinestro and his story. Of the Green Lanterns of this age, he was widely considered the greatest. He might not be the most powerful, or the most creative, but his skill with a power ring was unmatched. Because of that skill and his natural leadership capabilities, Sinestro was the one who best embodied what it meant to be a Green Lantern. He was who people thought of when people thought of Green Lanterns...

Power Corrupts: A Stop on the Road (ch.49)

I felt like I left the Hold of the Reach unfinished as I sprinted through the flat tundra of Whitehold. There were ruins to explore -- there should be another Aetherium shard in the Hold, there were at least two named Dragon Priests, I didn't get a chance to thoroughly explore the Dwemer ruins that littered the Hold either.

But, all the same, I left.

The city of Markarth would be burning bodies for weeks, and after that, the city was going to face a host of problems. Like a food s...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Extremes (ch.48)

A few days passed, but it felt like weeks as we made the preparations for the invasion. A few days of watching the city struggle to pull itself together as an invading army marched. Scouts reported that the Forsworn were finally on the move after a massive celebration and a funeral for their dead king. The tension in the city was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The few remaining citizens looked haunted and grim. Like they were starting to regret their choice to stay when they co...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Consequences (ch.47)

"I had hoped that I would never see my home in such a dreadful state," Jarl Igmund muttered as we stepped through the city gates. The crowd had moved from the plaza to somewhere else in the city, but I still heard music and laughing. They left behind the dead drunk, and possibly flat out dead, empty kegs, half eaten food, and clothes. A lot of them. Judging by the amount, I seem to have missed a rather large orgy.

Right.

"Did they even notice my absence?" He muttered ...

Monthly Prompt: Briefing (Big Tipper-Biggest Tipper Early Release)

An alert on the Batcomputer made itself known as Batman looked up from his game of Animal Crossing -- Bruce Wayne couldn't say that he cared for the game, but after Stephanie Brown brought it into the house, the rest of his family started playing. First Cassandra, because she was Stephanie's best friend. Unfortunately. Tim was the second due to the fact that he was dating Stephanie. Also unfortunate. Dick was next because he loved these kinds of games, meaning that Barbara and Damian were the...

See No Evil: Proof of Concept (ch. 14)

"Nice set up you got here," the leader Blackgater spoke, gesturing around with a too big pistol in hand. It looked like a hand cannon, so it was probably a desert eagle or something. A thoroughly impractical gun, but if someone got shot with it then a hole would be shot through them. "I expected to see the dump in cages or some shit, but whatever works I guess. Who's in charge of this operation?" 

I strode forward, away from Tifa and Revy. I clenched my jaw until my te...

See No Evil: Tracing (ch. 13)

“Tifa Lockhart, huh?” Oswald Cobblepot muttered to himself, taking in a deep breath of smoke as he looked at the finalized papers for the fake identities he had set up for the freshly minted Vergil St. Jude and Tifa Lockhart. He gave them the works -- driver licenses, passports, social security numbers, birth certificates, added their names on electronic records, and so on. Vergil paid a hundred and fifty thousand a pop for them, unknowing that the identities he had bought we...

See No Evil: Brazing (ch.12)

The pamphlet of papers felt like they weighed as much as the plate above Midgar, Tifa reflected as she looked down at them. Her eyes followed the words, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually read them. They were details that outlined her life in this new world. Details of a fake life that she had never lived. Writing the truth -- that she was from Nibelheim, a small village out in the boonies that was destroyed by a mad man, she then lived in the Midgar Slums, before being...

Going Native: Feeling of Dread (ch. 52)

There weren’t words to describe the sight of a thousand Green Lanterns in once place. A handful was on Oa at any given time, most of which were recruits, but it was the first time Hal had seen so many of his comrades gathered up. Much less to fight a singular enemy. The Sinestro Corps wouldn’t be crushed, ripped out root and stem here, but the head would be cut off the snake. The body would wither around for a bit and then they could clean up the pieces left behind.