I had underestimated Taylor. Almost dangerously so, I thought as I checked out the sights around Nuka-World and beyond while she scrounged up the various leaders of Fallout that now fell under my domain. Bug control at her level wasn't anything to sneeze at, but it wouldn't crack the top ten when it came to what anyone would choose if they could get superpowers. In a more mundane world her power would still be strong, especially with her level of control, but the power had a hell of a lot mor...
2026-01-09 15:23:13 +0000 UTC
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“Aerith, you must not lose hope! So long as we are alive, we can fight! And so long as we can fight, we can win!” Yamato spoke to a demure Aerith, who sat in the corner of her cell. It was the only way that I allowed the two to communicate, a purposefully planted flaw in my holding cells.
Yamato was still in the brace, largely because she had to be. The woman would try to escape at the first sign of weakness, and her building up a bond with Aerith was a calculated decision on ...
2026-01-09 15:23:04 +0000 UTC
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“Father, you can't be serious. You believe this… nonsense?” Rufus Shinra questioned sharply, seated across from his father, Russell Shinra, whose expression betrayed nothing. Already, Rufus could see the concoction that Dr. Waterloo had given him was having an effect. His skin had smoothed out, the harsh wrinkles that came with age fading sharply, while his hair grew in thicker and had hints of color beyond stark white. Rufus had hoped that the serum was just some con, but that hope was...
2026-01-09 15:22:48 +0000 UTC
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Patreon has some issues with this chapter, so to avoid it being dinged, the link below will take you to the Word doc of chapter 111.
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2026-01-09 15:22:40 +0000 UTC
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“That's it? That's Britannia?” Ragnar asked, half leaning over the railing of my flagship, as if it would make him arrive a half second sooner. I grabbed the back of his tunic, making sure that he didn't fall over while I gazed out at the familiar white cliffs. Or, rather, I gazed at the flapping banners of Wessex, watching the men who watched us.
“Aye, that's Britannia,” I confirmed for him, the fog thinning enough for the land to be revealed to us after three days of hea...
2026-01-07 15:55:58 +0000 UTC
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“He did what?” I stressed, feeling earnestly caught off guard for the first time in years and earning a nervous look from the messenger that delivered the news months too late to do anything about it.
“King Hoffer has taken the Christian priests hostage and refuses ransoms. He… has executed a dozen priests as a warning and… boiled a bishop alive when the warnings were not heeded,” the messenger repeated himself, thinking that it had been an honest question. ...
2026-01-07 15:55:47 +0000 UTC
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“You have done well, Hjalmar! Gods above, you have made my wildest dreams possible!" King Hoffer praised him a week later, clasping his shoulders with a smile that threatened to consume his face. “I'll see you rewarded for this, though I struggle to imagine what I could give that you have not already received!"
King Hoffer was in a good mood, throwing back his head and laughing at his own jest. But, honestly, it wasn't much of a jest.
In the days since they had sei...
2026-01-07 15:55:33 +0000 UTC
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“If you're looking for a ransom, I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. These beasts are more likely to pay you to kill me than they are for my release,” Hjalmar remarked, swallowing a lump in his throat while the name scratched at something in the back of his mind. Otto. He knew that name. But from where?
“It is not gold that I seek, but something infinitely more precious. Life,” Otto answered, and the more Hjalmar looked at the man, the worse he seemed. The bruising o...
2026-01-07 15:55:21 +0000 UTC
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“What… what happened? Where are we?” Rhaegar rasped, his eyes feeling like they were covered in sand while his throat didn't feel much better. His head swam when he tried to sit up, only for a pain in his side to keep him down. Despite the pain, he looked around, his heart leaping to his throat when he realized that this wasn't his tent and he almost concluded that the camp had surrendered and he was a captive.
Then his gaze fell on Arthur, who stood vigil over him, his face...
2026-01-05 16:07:34 +0000 UTC
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“Meh, I'll just piss blood for a week or two. Nothing to fret over,” Robert waved off Ned's concern as they stood under a tent canopy on an island that they now controlled. The dismissal earned a sigh and a concerned look as Ned pinned his friend with a pointed gaze.
“I'm no healer, but I was under the impression that pissing blood is exactly the kind of thing that you should fret over,” Ned replied, earning a disinterested shrug that Robert pretended didn't bother him. A ...
2026-01-05 16:07:22 +0000 UTC
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“Dear people of Earth,” I began, resisting the urge to adjust my glasses while I looked at a tennis ball with a smiley face drawn on it above the camera I was speaking to. “My name is Rudeus Rain, but everyone just calls me Rude. Some of you might be familiar with me due to my actions during the Raccoon City ‘Incident’, but most of you probably have no clue who I am or why I'm speaking to you by hijacking every TV and radio station in the world. It is, in small part, because global ...
2026-01-05 16:07:13 +0000 UTC
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Salladhor Saan sipped a fine vintage, seated in the cabin of his flagship, the Valyrian, gazing out towards the Bloodstone through a stained glass window. Robert Baratheon, Heir to the Stormlands and son of the Westerosi Hand of the King, proved that he was more than just a boy coasting off his father's name. Taking the Bloodstone had been a shock for the masters and merchants of Essos, and the spark that saw to it that they treated this ‘island dispute’ with utmost seriousness.<...
2026-01-05 16:07:07 +0000 UTC
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“Aerith, you must not lose hope! So long as we are alive, we can fight! And so long as we can fight, we can win!” Yamato spoke to a demure Aerith, who sat in the corner of her cell. It was the only way that I allowed the two to communicate, a purposefully planted flaw in my holding cells.
Yamato was still in the brace, largely because she had to be. The woman would try to escape at the first sign of weakness, and her building up a bond with Aerith was a calculated decision on ...
2026-01-02 15:54:08 +0000 UTC
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“Father, you can't be serious. You believe this… nonsense?” Rufus Shinra questioned sharply, seated across from his father, Russell Shinra, whose expression betrayed nothing. Already, Rufus could see the concoction that Dr. Waterloo had given him was having an effect. His skin had smoothed out, the harsh wrinkles that came with age fading sharply, while his hair grew in thicker and had hints of color beyond stark white. Rufus had hoped that the serum was just some con, but that hope was...
2026-01-02 15:54:02 +0000 UTC
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Patreon has some issues with this chapter, so to avoid it being dinged, the link below will take you to the Word doc of chapter 111.
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2026-01-02 15:53:56 +0000 UTC
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“Scalpel,” I intoned, appearing behind Yamato as she sent Sephiroth flying through a number of buildings with Haki crackling around her and a roar spilling from her lips. Even before I said the word she was reacting, a burning hatred in her eyes that was too intense to be anything less than personal. Yet, I hadn't slacked in my training this past decade. While pushing my limits was thoroughly out of the question, refining what I was already capable of was the natural path for my progressi...
2026-01-02 15:53:51 +0000 UTC
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“He did what?” I stressed, feeling earnestly caught off guard for the first time in years and earning a nervous look from the messenger that delivered the news months too late to do anything about it.
“King Hoffer has taken the Christian priests hostage and refuses ransoms. He… has executed a dozen priests as a warning and… boiled a bishop alive when the warnings were not heeded,” the messenger repeated himself, thinking that it had been an honest question. ...
2025-12-31 15:45:03 +0000 UTC
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“You have done well, Hjalmar! Gods above, you have made my dreams possible," King Hoffer praised him a week later, clasping his shoulders with a smile that threatened to consume his face. “I'll see you rewarded for this, though I struggle to imagine what I could give that you have not already received!"
King Hoffer was in a good mood, throwing back his head and laughing at his own jest. But, honestly, it wasn't much of a jest.
In the days since they seized the city...
2025-12-31 15:44:55 +0000 UTC
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“If you're looking for a ransom, I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. These beasts are more likely to pay you to kill me than they are for my release,” Hjalmar remarked, swallowing a lump in his throat while the name scratched at something in the back of his mind. Otto. He knew that name. But from where?
“It is not gold that I seek, but something infinitely more precious. Life,” Otto answered, and the more Hjalmar looked at the man, the worse he seemed. The bruising o...
2025-12-31 15:44:40 +0000 UTC
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The Romans weren't oblivious to their approach. Rome itself wasn't located on the coast, though it was close. Hjalmar was sure that Charlemagne or Irene would have at least a few spies scattered about the islands to keep informed of Hoffer's comings and goings. Hoffer had moved quickly, but gathering up an army fifty thousand strong took time. And while they immediately set out after the proclamation, the Romans had prepared for the worst.
They arrived onshore, quickly securing a ...
2025-12-31 15:44:26 +0000 UTC
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The Poll to decide the next story has come to a close, and I gotta say, the results were surprising. Stories that I thought were shoe-ins for the top three languished at the middle of the pack or the bottom, and those that I thought would do poorly are pretty high up on the list. However, pretty much since day one, three have led the pack. The results are as follows:
The Diadochi (237)
Conquest (235)
Going N...
2025-12-30 19:07:40 +0000 UTC
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“Meh, I'll just piss blood for a week or two. Nothing to fret over,” Robert waved off Ned's concern as they stood under a tent canopy on an island that they now controlled. The dismissal earned a sigh and a concerned look as Ned pinned his friend with pointed gaze.
“I'm no healer, but I was under the impression that pissing blood is exactly the kind of thing that you should fret over,” Ned replied, earning a disinterested shrug that Robert pretended didn't bother him. A sh...
2025-12-29 16:07:04 +0000 UTC
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“Dear people of Earth,” I began, resisting the urge to adjust my glasses while I looked at a tennis ball with a smiley face drawn on it above the camera I was speaking to. “My name is Rudeus Rain, but everyone just calls me Rude. Some of you might be familiar with me due to my actions during the Raccoon City ‘Incident’, but most of you probably have no clue who I am or why I'm speaking to you by hijacking every TV and radio station in the world. It is, in small part, because global ...
2025-12-29 16:06:53 +0000 UTC
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Salladhor Saan sipped a fine vintage, seated in the cabin of his flagship, the Valyrian, gazing out towards the Bloodstone through a stained glass window. Robert Baratheon, Heir to the Stormlands and son of the Westerosi Hand of the King, proved that he was more than just a boy coasting off his father's name. Taking the Bloodstone had been a shock for the masters and merchants of Essos, and the spark that saw to it that they treated this ‘island dispute’ with utmost seriousness.<...
2025-12-29 16:06:44 +0000 UTC
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A sense of serenity filled me in the span of a breath just before the battle began in earnest. This was a moment that had been five years in the making. Five long years of playing whack-a-mole with narcissistic bio-terrorists, of dedicating myself to the task of uprooting them entirely. But, at long last, my enemies were directly before me, and we were having what would be our final confrontation.
The details were different from what I had expected. Oswell turning himself into a m...
2025-12-29 16:06:38 +0000 UTC
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“Father, you can't be serious. You believe this… nonsense?” Rufus Shinra questioned sharply, seated across from his father, Russell Shinra, whose expression betrayed nothing. Already, Rufus could see the concoction that Dr. Waterloo had given him was having an effect. His skin had smoothed out, the harsh wrinkles that came with age fading sharply, while his hair grew in thicker and had hints of color beyond stark white. Rufus had hoped that the serum was just some con, but that hope was...
2025-12-26 15:57:33 +0000 UTC
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Patreon has some issues with this chapter, so to avoid it being dinged, the link below will take you to the Word doc of chapter 111.
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2025-12-26 15:57:13 +0000 UTC
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“Scalpel,” I intoned, appearing behind Yamato as she sent Sephiroth flying through a number of buildings with Haki crackling around her and a roar spilling from her lips. Even before I said the word she was reacting, a burning hatred in her eyes that was too intense to be anything less than personal. Yet, I hadn't slacked in my training this past decade. While pushing my limits was thoroughly out of the question, refining what I was already capable of was the natural path for my progressi...
2025-12-26 15:57:03 +0000 UTC
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“I should be out there,” Zack muttered to himself, a foot bouncing as he watched a video feed of the monster- the WEAPON breaching the water and attacking Junon. The city was nearly destroyed just by the tidal wave that its arrival brought, and from the drone footage he saw someone using an Ice Materia to do what they could to stop it.
A sense of uselessness overcame him as he could almost hear the response that should have been there. ‘You’re needed here,’ or ‘We have...
2025-12-26 15:56:56 +0000 UTC
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“You have done well, Hjalmar! Gods above, you have made my dreams possible," King Hoffer praised him a week later, clasping his shoulders with a smile that threatened to consume his face. “I'll see you rewarded for this, though I struggle to imagine what I could give that you have not already received!"
King Hoffer was in a good mood, throwing back his head and laughing at his own jest. But, honestly, it wasn't much of a jest.
In the days since they seized the city...
2025-12-24 16:05:57 +0000 UTC
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