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Gacha God: A Hero, I am Not (ch. 3)

“So. Many. Fucking. Stairs,” I muttered, sweat starting to build up on my brow, my Air Treks slung over my shoulder because I’d rather chew my feet off at the ankle than walk up what felt like a stairway up to hell with a million steps in them. If anyone had to actually use these to escape some fire or something then I think I’d rather die in whatever disaster was happening  than walk down all these stairs. It’d probably be less painful. My thighs were killing me.

I glanc...

From the Ashes: Sear (ch. 13)

There was a change in the alienage after the fire. Soris likened it to it being the final straw -- First, the purge on the alienage, then the lockdown, and now, after we had built a new orphanage, the Arls' own son came and burned the building down and tried to burn half a hundred orphans alive with it. There was a tension in the alienage that seemed to fill the air, and signs of it could be seen everywhere, from the groups of elves muttering darkly to each other, to people moving everywhere ...

From the Ashes: Broil (ch. 12)

The Fade was a dangerous place. It was as alien to the denizens of Thedas as Thedas was to the inhabitants of the Fade. Spirits and Demons alike. Unlike the people of the world, demons longed to enter the mortal realm because, despite the presence of magic in the world, the Fade was more connected to Thedas than Thedas was to the Fade. For most people, outside of mages, the Fade was simply a place that you entered when you fell asleep and had a dream before waking up.

For the Fade, the ...

From the Ashes: Simmering Heat (ch. 11)

Murder got a lot easier with practice. Both in the sense of the actual act of murder and the toll it took on your mental state. While the difference between one murder and a hundred was about a hundred murders, after the first five or six, the guilt stopped hitting as hard. As for the act itself? With practice, it became shockingly apparent just how fragile the body was. So fragile it was an honest wonder that people weren't dropping like flies every time they fell or slept a bit funny.

From the Ashes: Scorched Foundations (ch. 10)

“Cheese?” The rat before me squeaked, looking up at the morsel of cheese in the palm of my hand. “I love cheese!” The rat declared, the sentiment echoed out in a series of squeaks from all the other rats that I had managed to lure out at the docks. The drydock, at this point of the year, was completely empty. The docks might as well be too. No one wanted to be caught in a winter storm because it would mean certain death.

The lack of activity could be found everywhere. Taverns, i...

Legends Never Die: The Will of the Gods (ch. 16)

“I don’t think there’s a business more profitable than war,” I muttered to myself as the boats were being loaded up with cargo near Hedeby. It was a city that was even larger than Alabu. I thought that we would… stop by the city, but Jarl Horrik sent the army home to enjoy their prizes. The hundred odd ships were loaded up with all the wealth taken from our very profitable war in the Frankish Kingdom.

Ageric had been ransomed rather quickly. As had those that were taken for sl...

Legends Never Die: Cologne (ch. 15)

The bell was a surprisingly pleasant sound, I thought as I led the few hundred warriors up the main road, sprinting as fast as we could. The dirt was well packed from so many people walking on it, so it almost acted as stone underfoot. The houses that flanked the road were made of wood with thatch roofs, wood logs that were sealed with mud made the walls, and carved planks filled the doors. The walls of the city were also pretty tall -- a dozen feet of solid stone.

But, out of everythin...

Legends Never Die: Celebrations (ch. 14)

We lost three hundred men in total, counting those that were too injured to keep fighting. It was a great victory by any stretch of the imagination, but we only had a thousand men so we felt the loss of those three hundred very keenly. Still, it was an obvious win and it was celebrated as such. The dead were stripped of their arms, armor, and whatever wealth they had on them. The Frank camp was raided, granting us a great deal of food.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle, despite t...

Legends Never Die: Making Way (ch. 13)

The Franks roared at me as I neared, their spears braced, their shields up, and their formation ready to rebuff us. With the army charging down the hill, the screams from thousands of men filling the air until it seemed to shake with the force of it, I struck the first blow by slicing the head off a spear before slamming into the formation with a Power Attack. I saw the Frankish man scream as my axe shattered his shield like rotten timber, the edge of my axe digging into his body in a slash t...

Gacha God: The Gacha God (ch.1)

"It's the Man! Cheese it!" I shouted, throwing myself over a table, sending a half-eaten cheese pizza and a very flat root beer over the edge as I scrambled out of the booth. The rather rundown pizza parlor thumped with powerful music, filling the air with the latest pop hits and the sounds of dozens of teenagers. The light was low, and the glass window to the parlor was tinted, but I still saw the approaching cops and teachers. While my warning might have fallen on deaf ears, my ruckus didn'...

Gacha God: Moment to Breathe (ch. 5)

"I want him found. Now," Nick Fury stated, his tone harsh and matter of fact as he stood at the bridge of the Helicarrier. Stark's hologram projectors had been repurposed, letting him stand on the bridge and examine a dozen different information feeds at once. It was convenient. Less turning, for one. At the moment, all of the holograms projected one thing -- Codename Roller Derby.

An unknown variable. The very worst kind of variable.

Five foot ten. Caucasian. Estimated a hundred ...

Gacha God: Cheating to Victory (ch. 4)

Given that I was going to be seen on the news, and I had some extra time between the murders of past me, I had gotten a change of clothes. Not particularly because I wanted to look nice for the cameras -- I honestly don't think I could have cared less even if I actively tried -- but to avoid being traced. New York City had cameras everywhere. Just not where crimes happened for some weird reason. But, going out in the same clothes that I would have been recorded wearing by dozens of cameras wo...

Gacha God: A Hero, I Am Not (ch. 3)

“So. Many. Fucking. Stairs,” I muttered, sweat starting to build up on my brow, my Air Treks slung over my shoulder because I’d rather chew my feet off at the ankle than walk up what felt like a stairway up to hell with a million steps in them. If anyone had to actually use these to escape some fire or something then I think I’d rather die in whatever disaster was happening  than walk down all these stairs. It’d probably be less painful. My thighs were killing me.

I glanc...

Gacha God: The Inherit Dangers of Time Travel (ch. 2)

I had wondered what was up with that picture, I thought as I sprinted through the halls that were filled with panicking students and teachers struggling to keep a handle on the chaos. They were completely torn on what to do and which drill was applicable. Wasn't like there was an alien invasion drill, and worse, Stark Tower wasn't exactly far from Midtown. The clock was ticking down for the aliens to reach them and the only thing that was slowing them down seemed to be laying waste to downtow...

From the Ashes: Broil (ch. 12)

The Fade was a dangerous place. It was as alien to the denizens of Thedas as Thedas was to the inhabitants of the Fade. Spirits and Demons alike. Unlike the people of the world, demons longed to enter the mortal realm because, despite the presence of magic in the world, the Fade was more connected to Thedas than Thedas was to the Fade. For most people, outside of mages, the Fade was simply a place that you entered when you fell asleep and had a dream before waking up.

For the Fade, the ...

From the Ashes: Simmering Heat (ch. 11)

Murder got a lot easier with practice. Both in the sense of the actual act of murder and the toll it took on your mental state. While the difference between one murder and a hundred was about a hundred murders, after the first five or six, the guilt stopped hitting as hard. As for the act itself? With practice, it became shockingly apparent just how fragile the body was. So fragile it was an honest wonder that people weren't dropping like flies every time they fell or slept a bit funny.

From the Ashes: Scorched Foundations (ch. 10)

“Cheese?” The rat before me squeaked, looking up at the morsel of cheese in the palm of my hand. “I love cheese!” The rat declared, the sentiment echoed out in a series of squeaks from all the other rats that I had managed to lure out at the docks. The drydock, at this point of the year, was completely empty. The docks might as well be too. No one wanted to be caught in a winter storm because it would mean certain death.

The lack of activity could be found everywhere. Taverns, i...

From the Ashes: Roaring Flame (ch. 9)

It took me a long time to reach Denerim. The journey itself would take a month in the snow, but I spent another month out in the wilds. The decision was an easy one. A challenge to myself to winter out in the elements to see if I would survive. And survive I did.

My body was weighed down with furs -- a thick black pelt from a black bear I had accidentally stumbled upon on my way back. I tried to talk the bear into letting me stay the night there, but the bear decided that it had a littl...

Legends Never Die: Cologne (ch. 15)

The bell was a surprisingly pleasant sound, I thought as I led the few hundred warriors up the main road, sprinting as fast as we could. The dirt was well packed from so many people walking on it, so it almost acted as stone underfoot. The houses that flanked the road were made of wood with thatch roofs, wood logs that were sealed with mud made the walls, and carved planks filled the doors. The walls of the city were also pretty tall -- a dozen feet of solid stone.

But, out of everythin...

Legends Never Die: Celebration (ch. 14)

We lost three hundred men in total, counting those that were too injured to keep fighting. It was a great victory by any stretch of the imagination, but we only had a thousand men so we felt the loss of those three hundred very keenly. Still, it was an obvious win and it was celebrated as such. The dead were stripped of their arms, armor, and whatever wealth they had on them. The Frank camp was raided, granting us a great deal of food.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle, despite t...

Legends Never Die: Making Way (ch. 13)

The Franks roared at me as I neared, their spears braced, their shields up, and their formation ready to rebuff us. With the army charging down the hill, the screams from thousands of men filling the air until it seemed to shake with the force of it, I struck the first blow by slicing the head off a spear before slamming into the formation with a Power Attack. I saw the Frankish man scream as my axe shattered his shield like rotten timber, the edge of my axe digging into his body in a slash t...

Legends Never Die: Introductions (ch. 12)

For my entire life, I had only ever known the farm. That small village of Ivarstead that had less than thirty people, my immediate family. I had no grandparents to speak of. They had performed Ättestupa in their old age since they were unable to die in battle and to lessen the burden on their families. For my entire life, my life had been on the farm. And now, in a single year, I’ve met two kings. I’ve spoken to them. And, judging by the look that King Charlemagne was giving me if I didn...

Risk It All: Split (ch. 46)

"The information has already been released to a point that we can no longer hope to contain it," Batman informed me as I stumbled out of my bedroom, bleary-eyed and mentally exhausted. It was a long night, comforting Mom and talking. Mom wanted him buried with her family, but proper funerals were a thing of the past now. Not enough room for graveyards. Cremation was the most common now. The only real alternative, really.

I promised that Dad would get a proper burial. In his will he want...

Gone Native: Resurgence (ch. 57)

"He's acting weird. He's plotting something," Elery griped, her hands clenching into fists as she lightly banged them on the admittedly sturdy dinner table. She guessed that it had to be when dealing with a Kryptonian. Even still, Elery noticed that the metallic surface was looking more than a little dinged up.

Kara gave her a rather flat look, "Your brother is always plotting something. I think it's the closest thing he has to a hobby." She pointed out, tapping a finger against the cou...

Gone Native: Circling (ch. 56)

"I'm really getting tired of hearing that," I returned to Poison Ivy, my eyes narrowed into slits. Saibamen. They surrounded us on all sides, twisted grins on their faces while their claws flexed and clenched as if they were imagining tearing us limb from limb. It had been some time since I last saw Saibamen. Before the war, they were the Saiyans favorite training tool.

Their power was something that was only limited by soil quality, and they grew to maturity in a minute with a growth a...

Gone Native: Way Forward (ch. 55)

“I will give you this, Pamela Isley -- you’re brave,” I muttered with a snarl etched into my face. Every muscle was taut as I stared at the hologram projector that gave me the alert. The planet was on the very edge of my empire, nearly on the exact opposite end away from Earth. Due to that, it wasn’t particularly developed, which was a blessing. However, it was also the homeworld for a race called Methanosians. One of their members had been among the 501st, at one point, I recalled. 2022-10-10 14:42:06 +0000 UTC View Post

Gone Native: Small Moments (ch. 54)

“Brainwashing seems like a jump,” Raven remarked as we stood in my throne room, surrounded on all sides by holograms that fed me information about my empire. As well as a number of projects that I had -- such as the Warworlds and the shield wall around my empire, to name a few. The one that I was focused on at the moment was harnessing the power of compassion so I could use it on my race to drive the concept of compassion into their heads. “I know you’re grasping at straws with this, ...

From the Ashes: Sweltering Heat (ch. 11)

Murder got a lot easier with practice. Both in the sense of the actual act of murder and the toll it took on your mental state. While the difference between one murder and a hundred was about a hundred murders, after the first five or six, the guilt stopped hitting as hard. As for the act itself? With practice, it became shockingly apparent just how fragile the body was. So fragile it was an honest wonder that people weren't dropping like flies every time they fell or slept a bit funny.

From the Ashes: Scorched Foundations (ch. 10)

“Cheese?” The rat before me squeaked, looking up at the morsel of cheese in the palm of my hand. “I love cheese!” The rat declared, the sentiment echoed out in a series of squeaks from all the other rats that I had managed to lure out at the docks. The drydock, at this point of the year, was completely empty. The docks might as well be too. No one wanted to be caught in a winter storm because it would mean certain death.

The lack of activity could be found everywhere. Taverns, i...

From the Ashes: Roaring Flame (ch. 9)

It took me a long time to reach Denerim. The journey itself would take a month in the snow, but I spent another month out in the wilds. The decision was an easy one. A challenge to myself to winter out in the elements to see if I would survive. And survive I did.

My body was weighed down with furs -- a thick black pelt from a black bear I had accidentally stumbled upon on my way back. I tried to talk the bear into letting me stay the night there, but the bear decided that it had a littl...