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See No Evil: Home Sweet Home (ch. 24)

7th Heaven. Lucky 13. Pitstop. Three shelters ran by a man named Vergil St. Jude, an assumed name if there ever was one. Though, as time went on, people were calling it Lowtown. After all, Hell and Gotham were synonyms and while Lowtown was beneath Gotham, it was a step up for most that entered. Between the three of them, they housed near a thousand people. All homeless. Or the desperate. Some of which Jason had known in his own time living on the streets.

Lowtown was becoming a haven d...

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Going Native: Desires Unfulfilled (ch. 64)

I awoke with a start, clawing my way back to consciousness, because even in the blissful realm of unconsciousness, I knew every second counted. That there was simply too much to do for me to be down for the count. The Khundian empire had submitted and it would cause ripples across the galaxy. Mongul had been defeated. If we found a way to utilize the Warworld, then that was another powerful tool on our side.

Broly…

The only issue was that… that feeling didn't go away. Even as ...

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Going Native: Feeling the Burn (ch. 63)

"Focus on Broly," I told Shayera in a low whisper as Mongul looked at us. There wasn't a point in hiding it. He knew what our next move would be, "and take my capsules." I couldn't give them to her because my hands were encased in Nth Metal. As her hand dipped down, Mongul sprung into action, as did Vegeta.

They clashed in the middle of Mongul coming to me. A wordless roar ripped itself from Vegeta's throat as he threw a punch that Mongul effortlessly blocked. Yet the Warlord was pushed...

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Going Native: Feeling of the Crash (ch. 62)

It felt like every bone in my body was broken. And, upon further inspection, it probably felt that way because every bone in my body was broken. They shifted beneath my skin, my muscles picking up the slack to allow me to move at all. "Unnnghhh," I groaned, a pathetic sound as I tried to pull myself out of the crater that I had formed upon impact. The point of impact formed around my body when I tore through a layer of dirt and rocks to land on Nth Metal underneath.

I couldn't fight lik...

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Power Corrupts: College Days (ch. 60)

Lili slammed into me like a little bullet, so she was lucky that I wasn't wearing my armor. Books clattered to the ground upon the collision, spilling from her backpack. Her fingers gripped my jacket while she buried her face into my leg. I had almost forgotten how small Lili was. She barely came up to my waist.

"It's good to see you too," I returned, placing a reassuring hand on her back. "It's been a while." Too long really. It had been necessary to split up. Saving the world was too ...

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Power Corrupts: Training Montages (ch. 59)

"You have survived the Thu'um?" Paarthurnax questioned as we began. I had no clue if the Graybeards had any idea I was here. Probably not since Paarthurnax didn't take students regularly and the dragon was rarely seen for centuries at a time. I was seated at the base of the Word Wall, which helped with the chill.

"Twice. The times that I was hit were both Fus, but I've gone toe to toe with a Deathlord that used Su. The first one nearly tore right through me but the second time I was hit...

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Power Corrupts: Goodbyes and Greetings (ch. 58)

Saving the world had better be worth it. Oh, it had better fucking be worth it. This is the second time I've had to turn down sex with a super hot, super badass redhead. The first time -- that was me sticking with my promise, and wanting to let Skjor shoot his shot before I did anything. Even though I really wanted to do something. This time it was the same issue I had with Dibella -- the female form was not meant to accommodate such dimensions in this world.

I hadn't wanted to spend th...

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See No Evil: Tense Conversations (ch. 25)

"I'll… I'll be right there," I told Revy as she vanished behind the curtain. Dragging a hand down my face -- the sudden switch between sublime ecstasy to 'oh shit' mode was a difficult one. Glancing down at Tifa, I saw her cleaning herself up. She caught my look and offered a smile -- I got my orgasm, but she hadn't received hers. If anyone should be disappointed, then it should be her.

Still, she didn't seem disappointed. "Next time," Tifa started, "We're doing this somewhere more pr...

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See No Evil: Home Sweet Home (ch. 24)

7th Heaven. Lucky 13. Pitstop. Three shelters ran by a man named Vergil St. Jude, an assumed name if there ever was one. Though, as time went on, people were calling it Lowtown. After all, Hell and Gotham were synonyms and while Lowtown was beneath Gotham, it was a step up for most that entered. Between the three of them, they housed near a thousand people. All homeless. Or the desperate. Some of which Jason had known in his own time living on the streets.

Lowtown was becoming a haven d...

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See No Evil: Existential Answers (ch. 23)

When people talked about finding god, I don't think this is what they meant. My jaw just about hit the floor as Snowflame, with his eyes burning with white fire, touched the ground. There was a moment of silence as everyone seemed to pause to acknowledge that the god of cocaine was, in fact, real, and we were also standing in his presence. Or, in my case, cowering behind a few crates.

"OhOh, LordMost, grantFaithful meYour thePrayer strengthShall toBe defeatAnswered these ignorant heathe...

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A Hard Knock Life (Worm/Cyberpunk 2077): Test chapter

So, this is a test. As some people know, I've been looking to add a fourth story to my roster for some time. I've been taking typing lessons to up my writing speed and such, so I've been experimenting a bit. First was with the quest, but that kinda fizzled out because instant feedback is very addicting so I would end up focusing on the quest at the expense of my regular stories. 

This is take two. The idea is that I'm going to build up a huge backlog of lik...

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Going Native: Feeling the Burn (ch. 63)

"Focus on Broly," I told Shayera in a low whisper as Mongul looked at us. There wasn't a point in hiding it. He knew what our next move would be, "and take my capsules." I couldn't give them to her because my hands were encased in Nth Metal. As her hand dipped down, Mongul sprung into action, as did Vegeta.

They clashed in the middle of Mongul coming to me. A wordless roar ripped itself from Vegeta's throat as he threw a punch that Mongul effortlessly blocked. Yet the Warlord was pushed...

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Going Native: Feeling the Crash (ch. 62)

It felt like every bone in my body was broken. And, upon further inspection, it probably felt that way because every bone in my body was broken. They shifted beneath my skin, my muscles picking up the slack to allow me to move at all. "Unnnghhh," I groaned, a pathetic sound as I tried to pull myself out of the crater that I had formed upon impact. The point of impact formed around my body when I tore through a layer of dirt and rocks to land on Nth Metal underneath.

I couldn't fight lik...

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Going Native: Feeling of the Fall (ch. 61)

"Gilguk, are you with me?" I asked, my eyes narrowing as every muscle went taut. My mind raced, shifting into high gear as it felt like I needed to do a thousand different things at once. But I couldn't, so the most important had to be dealt with first.

Gilguk nodded, "I will follow you, Warlord," she said in a tone that told me that the words were an oath. That was good. Great even. If the Khund's valued their word and honor any less then this would never work. I would have been forced...

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Power Corrupts: Training Montages (ch. 59)

"You have survived the Thu'um?" Paarthurnax questioned as we began. I had no clue if the Graybeards had any idea I was here. Probably not since Paarthurnax didn't take students regularly and the dragon was rarely seen for centuries at a time. I was seated at the base of the Word Wall, which helped with the chill.

"Twice. The times that I was hit were both Fus, but I've gone toe to toe with a Deathlord that used Su. The first one nearly tore right through me but the second time I was hit...

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Power Corrupts: Greetings and Goodbyes (ch. 58)

Saving the world had better be worth it. Oh, it had better fucking be worth it. This is the second time I've had to turn down sex with a super hot, super badass redhead. The first time -- that was me sticking with my promise, and wanting to let Skjor shoot his shot before I did anything. Even though I really wanted to do something. This time it was the same issue I had with Dibella -- the female form was not meant to accommodate such dimensions in this world.

I hadn't wanted to spend th...

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Power Corrupts: Touching Base (ch. 57)

Winter was already proving to be a pain in the ass, I found as the mountain pass to Helgen was already snowed over. In about… a day since I left. We had caught the edge of the snow at Riften, but apparently, it had managed to snow about two feet in the mountains. The higher elevation and the fact the road was located in a narrow valley probably had something to do with it, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.

"Go through it or go around?" I asked, eyeing the snow like an enemy. Ae...

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See No Evil: Home Sweet Home (ch. 24)

7th Heaven. Lucky 13. Pitstop. Three shelters ran by a man named Vergil St. Jude, an assumed name if there ever was one. Though, as time went on, people were calling it Lowtown. After all, Hell and Gotham were synonyms and while Lowtown was beneath Gotham, it was a step up for most that entered. Between the three of them, they housed near a thousand people. All homeless. Or the desperate. Some of which Jason had known in his own time living on the streets.

Lowtown was becoming a haven d...

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See No Evil: Existential Answers (ch. 23)

When people talked about finding god, I don't think this is what they meant. My jaw just about hit the floor as Snowflame, with his eyes burning with white fire, touched the ground. There was a moment of silence as everyone seemed to pause to acknowledge that the god of cocaine was, in fact, real, and we were also standing in his presence. Or, in my case, cowering behind a few crates.

"OhOh, LordMost, grantFaithful meYour thePrayer strengthShall toBe defeatAnswered these ignorant heathe...

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See No Evil: Existential Questions (ch. 22)

I wasn't a religious person. Never had been. It just never really spoke to me. It was probably a trust thing, I reflected. It was hard for me to put faith in anything -- things, people, much less myself. And faith was a blind jump version of trust, which was already difficult for me to give out and only when it was earned. Not that it really mattered. Being a paranoid asshole might not be enough to keep me out of heaven, but the murders sure did.

I wasn't religious, but the guy in front...

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Going Native: Feeling of the Crash (ch.62)

It felt like every bone in my body was broken. And, upon further inspection, it probably felt that way because every bone in my body was broken. They shifted beneath my skin, my muscles picking up the slack to allow me to move at all. "Unnnghhh," I groaned, a pathetic sound as I tried to pull myself out of the crater that I had formed upon impact. The point of impact formed around my body when I tore through a layer of dirt and rocks to land on Nth Metal underneath.

I couldn't fight lik...

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Going Native: Feeling of Fall (ch. 61)

"Gilguk, are you with me?" I asked, my eyes narrowing as every muscle went taut. My mind raced, shifting into high gear as it felt like I needed to do a thousand different things at once. But I couldn't, so the most important had to be dealt with first.

Gilguk nodded, "I will follow you, Warlord," she said in a tone that told me that the words were an oath. That was good. Great even. If the Khund's valued their word and honor any less then this would never work. I would have been forced...

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Going Native: Feeling of the Bleed (ch. 60)

My brother was doing well for himself, I saw as I got an update about his empire. He was still expanding in Reach space for the most part, but Vegeta himself was now tearing through other kingdoms and empires that had declared war. It wouldn't be long before we shared a border, especially considering he seemed dead set on expanding in every direction.

His empire was deep in debt, an incredible amount. It produced nothing but machines and tools for war, which is why it was still able to ...

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Power Corrupts: Greetings and Goodbyes (ch. 58)

Saving the world had better be worth it. Oh, it had better fucking be worth it. This is the second time I've had to turn down sex with a super hot, super badass redhead. The first time -- that was me sticking with my promise, and wanting to let Skjor shoot his shot before I did anything. Even though I really wanted to do something. This time it was the same issue I had with Dibella -- the female form was not meant to accommodate such dimensions in this world.

I hadn't wanted to spend th...

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Power Corrupts: Touching Base (ch. 57)

Winter was already proving to be a pain in the ass, I found as the mountain pass to Helgen was already snowed over. In about… a day since I left. We had caught the edge of the snow at Riften, but apparently, it had managed to snow about two feet in the mountains. The higher elevation and the fact the road was located in a narrow valley probably had something to do with it, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.

"Go through it or go around?" I asked, eyeing the snow like an enemy. Ae...

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Power Corrupts: Next Stop (ch. 56)

We ended up spending the night in Riften, despite me wanting to go ahead and hit the road. Now that our mutual problem was postponed until the Moot in a few months, staying in the same city as Ulfric Stormcloak seemed like an unwise idea. Regardless of the fact that we weren’t enemies, even if we weren’t friends either. It was mostly because I wanted to make sure it stayed that way and I didn’t say something that would bring the neutrality that my familia had to an end.

It was tha...

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See No Evil: Existential Answers (ch. 23)

When people talked about finding god, I don't think this is what they meant. My jaw just about hit the floor as Snowflame, with his eyes burning with white fire, touched the ground. There was a moment of silence as everyone seemed to pause to acknowledge that the god of cocaine was, in fact, real, and we were also standing in his presence. Or, in my case, cowering behind a few crates.

"OhOh, LordMost, grantFaithful meYour thePrayer strengthShall toBe defeatAnswered these ignorant heathe...

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See No Evil: Existential Questions (ch. 22)

I wasn't a religious person. Never had been. It just never really spoke to me. It was probably a trust thing, I reflected. It was hard for me to put faith in anything -- things, people, much less myself. And faith was a blind jump version of trust, which was already difficult for me to give out and only when it was earned. Not that it really mattered. Being a paranoid asshole might not be enough to keep me out of heaven, but the murders sure did.

I wasn't religious, but the guy in front...

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See No Evil: Road Trip (ch. 21)

Unsurprisingly, the guy tried to rob us. It didn't go well for him. We were led to a sheet metal garage that had a few clunkers in it, none of which looked like they could start up, much less drive, and a half dozen people stepped out of the shadows.

Things spiraled from there.

I leaned out of the way of a wild punch, the fist missing me by an inch before I returned the blow by punching him in the diaphragm. The bone-thin man dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. My hand curle...

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Going Native: Feeling of the Fall (ch. 61)

"Gilguk, are you with me?" I asked, my eyes narrowing as every muscle went taut. My mind raced, shifting into high gear as it felt like I needed to do a thousand different things at once. But I couldn't, so the most important had to be dealt with first.

Gilguk nodded, "I will follow you, Warlord," she said in a tone that told me that the words were an oath. That was good. Great even. If the Khund's valued their word and honor any less then this would never work. I would have been forced...

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