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>>52465920

>>52466421

I'm new to this things but here goes my take on this one

Trevold is raised alone by his human mother. He never knew who his father was but he sure as hell know what he is. After his mother's death he couldn't stay in the village he's staying so he tried to go on an adventure. He loved the sea more than the land. He went on a pirating and stealing and killing spree. That's how his life went until his captain and best friend, Jonas, plundered a map that lead to a great treasure. He thought the map was a scam but his captain is crazy over it. He wanted it so bad it made half of his crew members think he's crazy and left. Trevold thought the same way however, he himself is drawn to the treasure as well and besides he's his best friend. They travelled through the vast sea whether it's calm and hot or when it's filled with fury and swept them with waves and deadly storms. They've travelled for years and changed ships a dozen times. They've plundered on the way gaining and losing crew in the process but in the end, it's the two of them that's left.

cont...

>>52468212

They arrived on the island where the treasure is to be found. They lost more crew members trying to search the island until there's two of them left, just Trevold and Jonas. It started in a small cave that they took shelter from the rain. They initially decided to stay near the entrance and wait out the rain in order to regain supplies and energy but Jonas went deeper in the cave. Trevold followed. As they went further, Trevold can feel a strong presence he has never felt before. For the first time since his mother's death, he felt fear again. This uneasiness made him more curious than frightened. He went on deeper sensing and killing the creatures before they can do the same thing to them. Just when Jonas felt like they're going nowhere, Trevold felt a presence that's been guiding him on his way. It almost felt like he has been in this cave a long time ago and he knows the right path. He traveresed the whole dungeon hastily almost running. Until he stopped in his tracks. Jonas did the same.

cont...

>>52468225

They have found the artifact that they have been looking for all these years. It's in the middle of a cavernous room in contrast with the halls that they have been passing through which are very claustrophobic. The artifact looks like it's been placed in the air and a stalactite and a stalagmite has held it in its place. The artifact is a diamond-shaped stone that has a red glow with runes written on it which are glowing brighter than the stone like molten lava. The glow of the stone is lighting the whole room red which makes the whole area look like it's painted in blood. Both Jonas and Trevold were stunned by the sight but they both felt different. Jonas was ecstatically in disbelief that all his work are finally in front of him meanwhile Trevold felt fear as soon as he set his eyes on the stone. He couldn't move a muscle, he's stunned just from the sight of it. He doesnt know what it is but he feels that he shouldn't have come here. He saw his best friend Jonas run towards the stone. He tried to stop him but he couldn't move a muscle. He can only watch as his friend get closer to grab the stone. As soon as Jonas touched the stone, he got flung up in the air like a ragdoll. As his body slumped on the ground, Trevold forgot about his fear and ran towards his friend. He shaked his friend's lifeless body as if he's waking him up. He's still in disbelief that his friend's life ended instantaneously like it was nothing. He then realized that life isn't that big of a deal. He stood up as if he's been lied to all these time and has finally moved on. He commanded, "Show yourself".

The whole room has turned dark, even his eyes who can normally see in the darkness couldn't see anything. Then suddenly, a flicker of fire is lit in about three steps away from him.

The sun is up and Trevold walked out of the cave. His eyes is glowing in an orange hue. He pulled his hair back and tidied his clothes. A new warlock has come.

>>52468212
>>52468225
>>52468239
Not a bad story, anon, especially for a first attempt, but the way it's written is a little distracting. You jump back and forth between tenses for no apparent reason.

>>52466037
>battle_of_yonkers.pdf

Are people still thirsting for reviews and edits? Would people be interested in me reading their story and verbally editting/complaining/ranting as I go?

Warning, I will be both harsh, and drunk if I do this.

And would also need a good site to record me

>>52470438
Sounds like a standard Friday afternoon in the discord.

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>>52470438
How about this one? (simply because its the only way I'll ever get anyone to read it all the way through)

>>52470967
The reason I'm interested in doing this is so that other people might be interested in hearing the review on other people's writing, like a lecture, more benefit for the effort.

Also, I'm busy tonight and will see about doing this tomorrow I guess. Sorry, just wanted to field the idea and gage the response.

>>52471016
You apparently forgot that this is 4chan.

>>52465920
OK so apparently the previous thread was early archived last week and I was still writing a story during that.

Also previous thread link? Still not done with a story from prev thread.

>>52471150
>4channers have the attention spans of gnats, won't be interested
>4channers love to hear other people brought low
>writers love to try and get better

I figured 2-1 was good odds.

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>>52471206
The archive only holds threads for three days now rather than seven (damn penny-pinching admin).

Is this the story you meant?

>>52471016
I think it's a fun idea. I don't know anything about the best way to go about recording it though (couldn't you just upload a recording to youtube and post the link here?)

>>52470967 is my story in case that wasn't clear.

>>52471292
I'm on a Chrome book right now, no idea if there's a native app for recording myself and then making a video, even if it's just like, a lewd anime girl in front of my voice.

>>52471292
Yes, and thanks. Still working on it, will again when I get home tomorrow.

>>52471335
As I said, I know nothing about video editing, but I'm sure if there isn't already an app on your chromebook there should be some free software capable of doing the job; attaching a picture to an audio recording is just about the most basic thing you can do with editing software.

>>52468022
>In the distant future, mankind uses their own dead to fight their wars
>"This is command, what's the situation, over?"
>"This is B Company. Sir, this is fubar! We're getting rattled down here, over!"
>"...Colonel."
>"Make no bones about it, over!"
>"Colonel..."
>"If we don't get air support soon, we're boned, over!"
>"STAHP!"

>>52471292
The archive actually holds threads for about as long, maybe even longer now; I've got a thread open on a different board that died on the 20th. Problem is that the "/board/archive" page only displays things from the past three days, which makes searching for things annoying.

Anyways, here's a story I cooked up for a random idea that popped up.

"Understanding different cultures goes a long way in preventing mishaps," said the half-elf. "Take it from me -- if you ever attend a dwarven concert, don't be surprised if their only instruments are anvils."
"Oh hush up. It's not as if elves are any different with their flute music fetish, as I learned for myself." replied the dwarf, who proceeded to down the rest of his ale.
That was his fifth mug this evening - or maybe it was his sixth? I had lost count.

The half-elf sulked a bit. She wasn't fond of being corrected, and hated when she didn't have the last word. At least that's what it seemed like to me from her behavior today; she'd been talking her head off telling stories to our half-orc companion, and whenever our dwarf made a quip or segued into a story of his own she'd become annoyed. Not overtly though. She probably would rather die than drop her wise front to us, so the outward signs were subtle. A slight narrowing of the eyes, a brief pursing of her lips. Every now and then her ears would twitch.

I resumed playing my harmonica.

"I'd like to go to one some day," spoke the half-orc. "I've always loved music."
She was new to adventuring and cities, and she made no attempt to hide that. The half-elf and dwarf had rather excitedly been teaching her and showing her around, and she took it all in gleefully. Although she was still a rookie, her lineage would give her enough strength to get by as she learned the ropes.

"Aye, I'm sure you will some time. Maybe we'll stumble upon a city hosting one in the course of our work," said the dwarf as he bit into his meat. (1/3)

>>52475129
"But for now you'll just have to make do with this lad's noise," he continued, grinning as he pointed his food towards me. I gave him a fake glare and continued playing.

He struck me as a simple man, rowdy and with a love for ale and arms. He fit more than a few of the traditional stereotypes humans hold for dwarves, but he seemed like someone anyone could trust. Sure, he probably struck the half-elf as somewhat crass, but I'd chalk that up to him treating us all with a familiarity you wouldn't normally show someone you'd just met that day. Just like the half-elf he loved to share his knowledge, but compared to her schoolteacher-like instruction his was more like a brother or uncle excitedly explaining how to do something.

"Don't misunderstand me. It's just a joke, there's no need to be mad." I pulled my harmonica away from my mouth.
"Oh, I know that," I said with a smile, switching from my angry facade back into my calm demeanor. "It's almost impossible," I quickly glanced at the half-elf, "to go adventuring without developing a sense of humor." I turned towards our half-orc. "Otherwise you'll get into all sorts of misunderstandings." I reached for my mug to drink some water.

The half-orc and dwarf laughed, along with the half-elf, although I suspect she was using it to hide her annoyance. In my experience, it was true; I had personally never met a seasoned adventurer who hadn't had a sense of humor. She was probably releatively new to the job -- she probably gained most of her knowledge from books or stories, and probably hadn't been doing this for barely half a year.

"I'm sure you have plenty of stories about that," the half-orc replied to me. (2/3)

>>52475143
"Not too many, actually," I said as I put away my harmonica and readied my fiddle, "but there's one that stands out. A few years ago I was traveling around with a paladin. He was pious, righteous, and with a love for helping others -- you know the type. He never made a vow that he didn't keep, whether it was slaying monsters or curing plagues. He was a reliable guy, and enjoyable to be around.

"Having just finished a fairly lucrativve job, we decided to take a month's rest in the city. The first day of our vacation we went to a tavern for a few drinks. On this occasion there was a man loudly declaring his woes about work, about how recently he'd been having to put up with a lot of 'fucking dicks' and 'shitty assholes' -- his words, not mine. Our paladin, never one to shy away from helping drunkards with their problems, approached him and offered to help with his problem. 'While I'm here, I'll make sure that you don't have to deal with inconveniences like those,' said the paladin, or at least something to that effect. He told the drunkard that the next day he would go to his place of work, to check it out for what it was and to talk to his employer.

"Well, it turns out that the drunkard worked within the sex trade; he wasn't a cheap prostitute one would hire for a night, nor was he some high-class gigolo. He was something in-between, but made enough in commission and tips that he earned a respectable amount. And it turned out that his complaints on that night were literal rather than figurative. (3/3)

>>52475178
"Needless to say, our paladin didn't enjoy his month-long vacation that much." The dwarf was having himself a good laugh, and although she obviously wasn't expecting such a raunchy tale it was plain as day that the half-orc enjoyed it too. The half-elf, on the other hand, seemed to be forcing a smile. She glared at me for a second, before glancing over at the half-orc and realizing that she had enjoyed my story.

Did she feel a need to protect the half-orc's "innocence" or something, as she was her younger?

Turning to our dwarf, I said that I would be retiring to our room for the night, mostly because I didn't want to earn more ire from the half-elf. And so ended our first day as a party.

JOURNAL END

P.S. Oh, right. I need to remember to get their names. (4/3; I suck at counting/dividing up posts)

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>>52471292
Alright, Imma now gonna be continuing that Catboy Vigilante story!

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>>52479138

>>52471292
It is an evening n the city of Dayport as a man is parkouring across the roofs of adjacent buildings. The person in question is Haru Izo, a "Nekojin" or a Cat-Person. A race of feline-humanoid people who essentially are identical to human beings but feature cat-like features such as sharpened teeth, keen eyesight, better vision at the dark, quicker reflexes and higher amounts of agility. And also originating from the Far-Eastern misty continent and nation, known as Astrus.

However he is currently assuming the form of a local vigilante hero, almost like that of The White Scarf in the stat-capital city of Darlington, of the Darlington State. But unlike The White Scarf, Haru Izo is less recognized and is more obscure than anything. And unlike the White Scarf who has gained the favor of Darlington City's police, Haru Izo is treated as a criminal and or suspect who has committed acts of assault and battery, plus is also suspected of being an illegal immigrant. Haru Izo is also simply known as “The Cat Boy of Dayport” or sometimes: “Cat Guy” or “Cat Boi.” His nicknames mostly have to do with the fact that he is a young and even good looking male in the early twenties range.

Haru Izo, or “The Cat Boy.” Specializes in martial arts skills, hand-to-hand combat, certain levels of firearms handling and fighting with improvised weapons, though he carries an extendable metal staff that he uses as his signature weapon. He also is adept in Freerunning and Parkour, especially when scaling certain walls and jumping from adjacent buildings to another. As mentioned he has already ran in trouble with the law as he is suspected as an illegal immigrant by the local authorities of Dayport and also that his acts of vigilantism isn’t exactly smiled upon by them either. Fortunately for Haru Izo the Cat Boy, his actual identity is not known all thanks to that Super Hero or Villain-style latex eye mask he wears.

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>>52479152
Tonight Haru is on the prowl for his brand of justice as he looks down upon his target location, a seedy and questionable looking clubhouse location which had various motorcylces parked outside. Which indicated that it was a hangout joint for Bikers, likely the bad types who do gang related and drug dealing activities. Haru scaled down the wall of the building he was standing on the roof of by drawing out his natural claws that Cat-People such as himself are born with. He scaled down using his claws on the walls to slide down and jumped off once he was in a safe falling distance and proceeded to swagger to the biker’s hangout joint.

He had with him a small bag slung on him that had something inside it, which was big enough that it filled up the bag and made bloat up. He also readied his metal staff-weapon and before he really got close to the joint, he donned his latex eye-mask to conceal his identity and also put up the hood of his hoody too for extra identity concealment.

Now that he was closing in to the location, three bikers guarding the entrance noticed the Cat Boy approaching. One of them smirked and called out. “Hey you! What ya doing here???”

Haru looked onto them and the bikers now saw his face as one of them whistled. “Hey there handsome. Whats a pretty boy like you doing in here? Trying to get a sugar daddy?”

One of the bikers also said. “Hey, its one of those Cat People. We got ourselves a Catboy-twink here-”

“You all know Oswin Webly, right?” Haru spoke, interrupting one of the bikers as they were surprised Haru knew the name of their leader and lead-biker.

“What the!? How did you know the name of our boss???” One of the bikers asked in surprise.

And then, Haru unzipped the small bag he had, removed it around him, and then showed a severed and bloody head of Oswin Webly, the leader of this Biker Outfit. Which shocked the Bikers.

>>52479155
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXxQu4s20GY

Haru Izo dropped the severed head of Oswin Webly and kicked it to the three shocked bikers.

“You! YOU FUCKING KILLED OUR BOSS!!!” One of the bikers said.

“It’s about time someone taught you bikers a lesson in not to pick on the weak, sexually assault women and deal drugs to people. So I started with your boss.” He said vindictively and pointed at them. “And now it’s your turn, scum!” He said again vindictively and brandished his metal staff weapon.

“WE’RE GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THAT!” A biker yelled and charged at Haru Izo but he struck the biker first with his metal staff, knocking the man unconscious. The other two also charged at him but to no avail as Haru the Cat Boy struck them first. Haru made a striking sweep at the second biker making him fall on his back and Haru once again, struck the third attacker in the head, knocking him out.

Haru then proceeded to bash the head of the second biker who fell on his back; he smashed the guy’s head till he heard the crushing sounds of the skull breaking, killing the man. Haru did the same to one of the other bikers he fell by bashing their heads in, killing them. And as soon as Haru was done caving in another man’s skull, one of the three he knocked down was about to get up but was soon kicked down again by Haru. But this time, Haru viciously stomped on the third biker’s head with his boot about five times till the biker’s skull broke and finished off with a boot-grind to the dead biker’s face.

>>52470967
Alright, I'm not drunk, and I'm going to record this while eating ramen, but fuck it.

Let's see how this goes.

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>>52470967
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1XPhO9Gqarp

Holy fuck, is that what my voice sounds like?

Tell me this is just a bad quality microphone because I'm just using the built in mic for my shitty chromebook.

>>52481759
Okay, I've listened to your critique. You have a point on some of the more technical aspects. Remember, I wrote this to be posted on 4chan so it wasn't edited particularly extensively. I probably need to use semi-colons less.

A lot of your complaints are a little nitpicky though. A few are just plain wrong. For example, it's standard to use single rather than double quotation marks for normal speech in a lot of books (just randomly sampling from the books by my desk, it seems like single quotation marks are slightly more common). Your objection to ellipses and parentheses are also a little odd given that they're perfectly common in most published works.

In a few places you actually contradict yourself. You complain about difficult fantasy names, then you complain about generic names. You complain about telling not showing, then you complain that everything should have been laid out in an exposition dump at the beginning.

The only part where I actually got annoyed though was where you said some of the language was too technical for fantasy readers. One of my pet peeves is authors who treat their readers like idiots, and I know I'm not alone in this. None of the words I use should be too complicated for anyone who ever sat though a science class in primary school.

You also complain about things not being explained, when they're explained a sentence or two later. Honestly, I think you should stop going through it line by line and instead just read a couple of posts, stop, and summarise your thoughts on what you just read. Apart from anything else it'll take forever if you keep going on like you are.

>Holy fuck, is that what my voice sounds like?
Heh, I actually find it kind of funny listening to my characters speaking with a gruff American accent.

>>52483211
>>52481759
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

>>52483211
If these problems are born of first draft woes then ignore them. But I stand by what I said.

Yes, I pointed out some nitpicks, but those nitpicks are born of some fundamental problems, as I see it, in your writing.

You have a failure to craft expectations, the story was adrift without purpose or motivation, and this makes your characters weak.

Mull on it instead of just defending yourself. And remember that the reader only knows what you put on the page, in the order you write it, it's your job as a writer to build the story and create the image and story.

We're gossiping about you in the server, Chronicler.
Don't look, you'll get sad.

>>52483486
honestly, I just disagree that it has to be action, action, action from the very beginning. This isn't a magazine where I'm writing a short story that has to be 5000 words.

There's action later on in the story, but I don't even consider it to be that main point. This is about the setting and the characters. Which I know you don't find very compelling, but you're not even a quarter of the way through yet so they've barely been introduced, let alone had time to develop an arc.

>Mull on it instead of just defending yourself.
I did. But with the exception of some minor technical points you just haven't said anything yet that I thought, on balance, was something I could really do with changing. I like the slow build up and the more subtle introduction to the setting, and if you don't then that's a matter of taste.

Keep going though. This is a lot more interesting than what normally goes on in this thread - i.e. people posting stories and nobody arguing over their merits. What's the point of art if you're not going to argue over it?

Maybe someone else could weigh in and break the deadlock here.

>>52483413
It's called having creative differences. Like a fight, except often bloodier.

>>52469927
This used to be a mass grave, you know. Back when Séjic was purging, he used all the train tracks as mass graves and had his arms cars mow through them, turn them to mush. Then the Unions took him out and it's been twelve years since they've cleaned up the country and the states around us. They did it on the Kurge, too, and to this day I don't think the stink of corpses has ever left it. And now people live there. Trains haven't run years but people live in the big grey buildings. Pink and purple flowers have grown all over the tracks and walls. Every 26th of June kids pick the flowers, bring them home. Corpse-fed flowers in your home. All I can see from my window is the smattering of human paste. But they, the kids, never go into the tunnel. It's ruined, blocked off past a point, after, I think, a bomb went off in an arms car. It's flooded in the deep part, and stinks worse than the waft of bodies they, and I, say you can get. And it's hot, too, sticky all year round except for winter. The flowers in there get really tall, though, fed by all the rot build up in the long summers. They would get, I'd say, as tall as people. Kids wouldn't pick those.

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Newfag to /tg/ here, this kinda thread seems like a lot of fun! I'll dump all the interesting pics I have before looking for one to write about myself

>>52485207
Don't dump too much, otherwise the thread will hit the image limit

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>>52484159
>>52484207
>>52484241
>>52484258
>>52484278

WWhat the fuck is that? I like it, I want to know more.

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>>52485310
I mean, kinda defeats the purpose of the thread but
>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daredevils_of_Sassoun

>>52485485
uh, dude, seriously - if you keep going like that the thread's going to hit the image limit before anyone has time to write anything

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>>52485412
Thanks senpai, I just wanted some context to save the pics with a proper name.

>>52483486
>>52483874
Just finished reading the story.

Some of the criticism was on point, if not very well presented. Yes, the narrator seemed to fluctuate a bit and it could have done with more polish. Sure, there were some nitpicks to be made but I didn't see nearly enough problems in there to call your writing fundamentally flawed.

I also didn't find the characters weak, really. I kind of liked the chemistry they had and wish you had put even more emphasis on them interacting.

For example, I was a bit bummed out by your decision to simply skip the conversation Mai-Kiyya and Jayyo had about her childhood. I believe a chance for some good dialog was lost there.

All in all, while it was a slow build-up, I'm glad I stuck until the end. It was a good story.

>>52485689
I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. I can write more action-packed stuff, but honestly, I /like/ my stories that are slower paced, more character oriented, with intricate setting details. Even if everyone else hated them my attitude would still be 'well, screw you guys, they make me happy', but it's nice to know that my tastes aren't completely boring.

>I believe a chance for some good dialog was lost there.
now that I think about it you may be right, but by that point I felt it was starting to overrun a bit, even by my standards, and I didn't think the pacing could suffer another digression.

>Yes, the narrator seemed to fluctuate a bit and it could have done with more polish.
Was there any specific bit that you felt needed work? I know >>52481759 pointed out a few things but he seemed to have a problem with everything so it was hard to pick out the most relevant bits.

>>52475676
OwO what's this from

>>52487603
とある飛空士への追憶

It translates as 'Recollections of a Pilot' (more or less; Japanese doesn't translate well to English). The English-language title is 'The Princess and the Pilot', although I don't actually think there's an English-dub version.

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There's one thing that everyone in Corresia knows as a fact: Never enter the Hellgate. Nobody who ever entered there ever left. Those people who supposedly did are just cowards who just took a glance and said that was enough.

Never seen the Hellgate, have you? Don't be daft, of course you have! If you sailed in here from the Telensite Isles, then you must've seen somewhere where the earth itself splits open and reveals a gaping wound. Huh, fell asleep for that leg of the journey? Consider yourself lucky, just looking at that place is enough to terrify most people for life. Just looking into that gash can have you looking face-to-face with a real demon.
Not everyone accepts being scared though. Some bold idiots come down here explicitly to walk in there. Poor souls, they walked to their own demise. They get forgotten, never mourned or remembered for their suicidal foolishness. You could even see some of those boats, docked by the shore, never to fare the seas again. That is unless some unscrupulous pirates decide to hijack them.

Why do they do it, you ask? Well, you know the stories about demons, right? How they pour out from the Hellgate to cause all sorts of mischief in the world. Well, some folk, they think that they can find something down there, some force capable of banishing all the demons for good and closing the Hellgate for good. Sure it all sounds nice for everyone, but you know what they say about people with good intentions. Some just do it for the privilege. Some say it's their purpose to do it. Honestly, none of it matters when none of them return.
Did some of them do it for nefarious purposes? Sure. Some misguided idiots, going through some rebellious phase, thinking that the demons were actually friendly actually did try to get to the Hellgate. Course, their fate's no different than that of any other person going there.

So why don't we leave? Well, ain't that the million-copper question on all our minds?

>>52481759
no matter what anyone else says, thanks for livening up the thread

>>52489693
The old folk on Corresia, they said that some time in the distant past, there were great warriors, gifted by the heavens with holy weapons and the like. Apparently, they used these weapons to fight the demons and their infernal masters in this cataclysmic battle. Sure, the demons lost, but they still scarred the earth. Even with all their powers, the great warriors wouldn't catch everything. Knowing this, they found some spots they knew they couldn't fix in time and asked the people to find someone among their own to take the place of these heroes.

Of course, it was never explained how anyone's supposed to know when the heroes were supposed to return. Maybe those old bastards forgot. In any case, it's stories like this that give us hope. They remind us that humanity was great before and we can still be great. Most of those folk that enter the Hellgate, they probably believed that story too. Me? I just believe it as a story. I don't have much reason to believe otherwise. If you had any survival instinct, you'd understand.

Getting late now, eh? Yeah, you should go get some rest, get settled in. I'll be around tomorrow if you need to ask anything else. Just remember - don't try and be a hero. Those guys aren't the real ones.

>>52483804
Tell us more

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And that's enough for tonight.

>>52487055

He was correct at the beginning when he remarked your narrator slipping in and out of a character's mind. It gave me the idea that the story was being told from Jayyo's perspective and it was little confusing when it turned out to not be so.

It happened briefly again at the very end before the epilogue, when the focus briefly shifted to Mai-Kiyya. Though, at that point it was already clear what was going on.

Not much to say about polishing without getting nitpicky. Couple of read-throughs before posting could have maybe revealed the few awkward sentences and other oddities in there.

>>52493978
blue fucking board

>>52479165
Once Haru was done dealing with the guys outside, he quickly ran to main door of the hangout joint full speed, in which he strongly kicked the door open which also knocked the biker doorman to the ground. An as Haru was inside he saw numerous startled bikers and biker women, he quickly looked down to see the doorman he knocked down so happened to have a sub-machinegun on him.

So he quickly grabbed hold of the weapon and fired wildly at any of the bikers he was able to hit. He continued holding down the trigger of his temporarily acquired automatic weapon until it was out of ammo, once the gunfire stopped the bikers who were not hit by Haru’s shots stood from their cover and about six bikers were hit. Five were shot fatally while one was on the ground bleeding as there were about four bikers remaining and not hit by Haru’s wild shots.

“GET HIM!!!” One of the bikers yelled out and charged with whatever objects they had in their hands that could be used as a weapon; beer bottles, wooden planks, metal pipes, knives on their hands and one even used a steel folding chair. The remaining bikers charged, but Haru remained calm, he tossed the depleted sub-machine gun at one of the goons which hit him in the head, which was hard enough to make him fall and temporarily knocking him down. But the three remaining continued their charge.

Haru had his metal staff weapon ready now and struck a biker with a metal pipe in the belly, making that biker hold his belly and midsection with pain and Haru hit him in the head with his metal staff and made an audible cracking sound, indicating the biker’s skull was cracked. As the biker that Haru just basically killed fell to the ground the other two remaining bikers at that room tried to flank Haru, but his cat senses alerted him as he did a leg sweep, knocking both of them to the floor.

>>52481759
I liked the idea of this and it certainly sprung up some conversation, which is nice. However, the execution was less than stellar.

You took to it like a little kid takes a hammer to a lego house. It had the potential to be amazing, yet you went smashing and badgering down on every little piece of it until it ended up being just a mess.

If you plan on doing more of these, then next time try reading the whole thing by yourself first and make notes on the issues. When recording read deeper into the story before stopping to make your point. The message gets lost quick if you absolutely have to stop and complain about something after every single paragraph. The last few minutes of the recording could be a summary of the biggest problems you think it had spiced up with some possible fixes.

And seriously, you can't be too busy to not finish your meal before you start recording. You could also atleast pause it if you need to blow your nose or to take a drink. Ten minutes into it, I was already getting way too familiar with the sounds of your bodily functions.

>>52469927

'Well, this is definitely the right place.'

'It's kinda pretty, really.'

'Pretty, yes. Safe, no. Watch your back.'

'Won't it stay in the tunnel? You said they prefer to go to ground and lure hunters in.'

'Yeah, but there's no way to be sure that it hasn't left any nasty surprises out here for trespassers. So from here on, treat everything as a potential threat.'

'Gotcha.'

In the midst of a river of purple and pink flowers, a man and a woman stood. Concrete banks rose either side of them, graffiti stained and age worn. The flowers were already beginning to colonise them, overflowing, rising up the banks like a stream swollen by a sudden spring rain. At the top of the bank, concrete apartment blocks loomed, casting their long, deep shadows over the trench - thought the flowers seemed to have no trouble growing regardless. Some of the apartment buildings were already partially obscured by trees growing near the mouth of the tunnel. The flowers were motionless; not even a breath of wind stirred their tall, green stems. Yet somehow the river of verdant colour seemed to be flowing inexorably from the tunnel.

The man and the woman were armed. Heavily. Their equipment seemed to have been somewhat haphazardly assembled - their cybernetic body armour had pieces from at least three different manufacturers - but it was all high-quality and well maintained.

Their main weapons were a Miratech heavy carbine each. Fitted with underslung grenade launchers, and sporting a dual magazine carrying both armour piercing and high-explosive rounds, the Miratech was a reliable favourite on the private market. They also carried sidearms - the man had a Laskier automatic strapped to his thigh; small, high mag-capacity, computer-assisted aim. The woman wore a heavy six-shot revolver - dumbfire, no fancy tricks, but with a calibre like that even a solid slug would knock a target off his feet.

>>52498559

In the webbing strapped to their armour there was an array of spare magazines, grenades, flares, and a couple of devices that might have been anything from tripmines to sensor jammers. A small, spherical scout drone hovered by the man's shoulder, impressively quiet as it's internal rotor assembly sucked air in through a specially sound-dampening grill

Their armour wasn't fully encasing; they had clearly decided to go for a less weighty setup than most state-backed militaries preferred these days. The angular torso armour could probably take a bullet, but the protection on their heads and limbs was lighter, more suited to deflecting fragments and blunt force trauma. Every piece was made from sensor-dampening materials. All this still left them with a good deal of protection, but not at the cost of range of movement, speed, or stealth. Whatever they normally did, they liked to do it quickly, quietly, and with minimum risk of ending up in the line of fire.

In short, everything about the pair screamed 'professional'. Or rather whispered it, with emphasis, from right behind you.

'Let's do this then.' said the man.

'Right.' said the woman. She racked a grenade into her carbine's launcher. Her partner raised an eyebrow, and she smirked. 'Hey, you said to be prepared, right?'

The man rolled his eyes. 'Just be careful with that thing - there's a reason I don't usually let you carry explosives. And don't fire it unless absolutely necessary, I'd rather we didn't announce ourselves in advance.'

The woman shrugged. Apparently, this counted as a 'yes'.

They began to advance towards the tunnel entrance. Stepping silently through the foliage, the only sign of their passing was a wake of lightly swaying flowers; a ripple of movement in the otherwise undisturbed purple-pink surface. Yet for all the apparent stillness, neither of the pair could shake the feeling that something was watching them.

Something that lay in the darkness beyond the tunnel's mouth.

>>52485256
go away pol, stay in pol

>>52468022

You know... being dead is not so bad as they say. sure that it'll be hard at first, but after a few months; when most of your skin already fell off, leaving you only bare bones; only then is when things will become easy for now on.

but unfortunately, some people can't accept that they're already dead. sometimes the first few months can drive a person insane, like the sarge for example. during the first two months after he landed here on Deimos, he planned to return home to his wife and kid back at home, but evidently things didn't go well for him.

"This is baker 2 to Attila command, do you copy?" the sarge called using the McNeil's broken Long Range radio. "This is Baker 2-1 to Overlord actual, Do. you. Copy?"

No response. the rest of the team just stared at each other with the hollow holes of their skulls, shrugging off the sergeant's charade.

"Should we stop him?" asked McNeil who's lying on the ground relaxing his bony ass.

"Nah, even if we did, we'll have to sit through his sermons on chain of command and force us to do some push ups or some crap like that."

Everyone but the Sarge, who's busy at the transmitter radio nodded.

it's been 30 years since our squad got sent here in Deimos. our squad was first assigned at a small outpost, observing the Martian Republic's movement from here. but three weeks after our deployment, we got shot by one of their defense networks orbiting the atmosphere.

the fact that we died because the higher-ups is already quite laughable, better yet, they didn't even send people to search for survivors. but we've already talked down about it and just let it be. however the next time i see any guys from the army, they'll get a good beating even if I'm a goddamn walking skeleton.

>>52499666
though it wasn't just us that were present on that observation post. We had another guy, a swiss mechanic who didn't turned into walking corpses like us. what was the bastard's name again? bah! why bother, not like he's someone to be missed about anyway. though i do remember the guy being an ass.

"Orders received command." the sergeant nodded, then returned the transmitter back to McNeil's pack. "Pack your gear. Command ordered us to head east, we got reports there that a Martian shuttle has landed, and they want to make sure that NO ONE, not even a single Marty hops on this forsaken rock of ours. are we clear?" he stated with his jawbone clacking up and down continuously.

the squad shrugged it of after exchanging looks at one another's walking remain. "think did received something this time?" McNeil asked.

"Nope, but i'm sure as hell that we won't be getting out soon." i got off my dusty pelvis off the damned rock i was sitting on to enjoy the view. i picked up the AR-15 off the ground, and the squad readied up again to continue our hellish march.

>>52496823
"Tehehehehe, senpai?"

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The sun was setting far earlier than expected. There was no way the lone biker on this desolate highway was going to reach any cities before nighttime. The biker pulls over on one of the endless dunes to watch the sunset.

As the rider dismounts the bike, the armor plates around her face retract, revealing a surprisingly fair complexion and tied-up blonde hair. Her face looks almost perfectly normal with the exception of an eyepatch over left eye. The only part of the helmet that remained were, surprisingly enough, the goggles. With a mere pull of a strap, they loosen and fall to her neck.
The rest of her body remains as it was, a panoply of sleek black and matte-grey metal and composite fibers. Nothing from the neck down looks like it contains even a bit of organic matter, with visibly noticeable joints, neon-lighted accents, and high-heeled shoes that look impossible for feet to fit in. It was clear to see that she was a cyborg, no longer human but not entirely machine.

"It's finally over, isn't it?" She tiredly mutters to the emptiness. The fading like gave the desert a purplish-pink hue. She glances skyward to notice the moon among the orange-purple clouds choking the stars. "No more orphans in jars. No more abductions. No more Violante."
The war had been painful. It had been hard. Street orphans were kidnapped and dissected for hideous lab research and then reassembled into some sort of bio-weapons for the sole purpose of terrorism. The fact that the Violante Corporation was finally gone meant that these weapons were at an end.

"Incorrect," a voice crackles in the rider's ear. "With Violante gone, their assets will be appropriated. Someone will recover those designs. Someone will find a way to reverse engineer the bio-weapons already made." The rider scowls visibly. "Furthermore, the subjects already made cannot be returned to normal. The children already dissected, they cannot be resurrected. They are doomed to their fate."

>>52501419
"Just...couldn't just let me have a moment, could you?"
The voice continues, "You know as well as I do that this cannot end as quickly as you think it will. Many of the FMCs will target us as well - you for your reputation as the cyborg who took down Violante, and me as a one-of-a-kind creation, one that can no longer be replicated."
"I thought that was always the case."
"Perhaps, but now it is certainty."

>>52472451
The rider scans the distance to find a cloud of dust behind her. Her eyes magnify their scope and reveal the source - another female cyborg, this one with mechanical features resembling those of a wolf and a gun and sword strapped to her back. Red ears adorn her head and feet end in digitigrade protrusions. A cable like tail lashes about behind her.
The lupine cyborg vaults into the sky, reaching far above the rider and the dunes surrounding them both. She lands right behind in front of the bike, kicking up a small cloud of dust as she compensates for the landing.

"Was that necessary, Amarak?" The rider irritatedly asks.
The wolf's face, while unscarred, also reveals little emotion. Some of it already shows marks of cybernetic augmentation. "Hardly a fair point when you do the same, Master."
The rider scoffs. "Learning a sense of humor already..." Compared to the utterly humorless and thoughtless robot she met before, this sarcastic wolf was a welcome distraction. "I think you'll fit in with us yet."
Amarak's expression does not change. "Regardless, I am indebted to you. I have nowhere to return to."

The rider asks, "Can we stop it with the master stuff now? We don't need to keep that up. I never owned you, and I don't plan on needing a servant."
"And yet, you saved my life when I threatened yours. You repaired me. You taught me how to think." Amarak recites, "I can only offer you my life in return. That is all I can give as thanks."
"And I keep telling you it's fine!" The unwilling Master then asks, "But...it's a shame about Val."

>>52503983
Val was one of Violante's elite mercenary force, the Four Seasons. Though she was a notorious warrior with her vibro-blade, Val also proved to be an unexpected ally when her fight with the Rider-made-Master was interrupted by a massive battletank, the most powerful of its kind. Contrary to expectations, Val sacrificed herself by driving her prized sword into the tank's reactor engine, triggering an explosion. All that remained of her now was the sword, which found use once the Rider's own blade broke.

"The one known as Val died the way she wished. She died uncontrolled by any entity."
The Rider's eye quirked. "Is there a reason you bring that up?" She notices the wolf's hesitance in speaking again. "You wanna be like her, yeah?"
"Permission to speak freely?"
She snarls. "Fine!"
Amarak answers, "I do wish to know freedom. Though it is impossible considering my condition, I do wish to understand."
"I keep telling you, you already have it!" The rider shouts. "I saved your life, yeah, but you could've just killed me the moment you could walk again. The fact that you didn't, the fact that you offered to help us instead, proves you already have free will. Hell, you could have scared Hal to death twice over just because!"
Amarak tilts her head in confusion. "But the one known as Hal has not threatened me."
This is met by a liberal application of palm over eye. "Not the point... You could have hurt him anyway. He's not a combatant, but he's a scientist and he had valuable info, and you chose to let him live. You chose to not hurt him. You did."

Amarak looks down for a while. Her owner was not humored by the look of it. "Look, I never saw our relationship as Master and Servant. Not even once. Even when you offered me your hand, I wouldn't do it."
"I am still curious as to why."
The Rider shouts, "Because you looked like you didn't want to! Everything you did looked like you just did it because you had to! I hate that kind of thing!"

>>52506822
She then declares, "If you're gonna stick with me, then you have to be serious about it! I can't have you holding me back because of some debt!"
"How am I to do this then, if all prior avenues are not considered acceptable?"

The Rider thinks on this question for a while the sun finally making its last goodbyes. By the time she finally thought of something, the only lights left were the ones on each cyborg. "How about...we become friends?"
"Explain."
"I don't own you. You don't own me. You can tell me what to do, and I'll try to listen as much as I can." Her hands move about, in an attempt to shape something else, but they fail to form much else. She grunts in frustration. "We can also...well, we can go out to eat, buy things like people, go out and talk like this if something's on your mind, you know?"
"And you expect nothing in return?"
"No! No I don't! It's the..."

Then it hit her. The rider gets on her bike. "I'll let you ride my bike with me, but only if you call me by my name."
Amarak asks, "Is this really what you want? You realize that by doing this, you can no longer control me."
"Ah-ah-ah!" The rider mockingly voices as the bike roars back to life, headlight piercing the dark. "Is this what you really want...?"

Were the wolf-like cyborg able to emote, this would have been a good time to sigh. Instead, all she asks is, "This is unnecessary, Audra." Her owner chuckles as she stops the motor. "Are you satisfied?"
Audra shouts, "Of course I am, you lug! I finally got through to you!" She taps on the back of her bike. "Hop on! We gotta reach the airport before sunrise!"

Amarak hops on with lupine ease and as the bike starts and leaves, she merely looks up at the moon. She is soundless in her contemplation.
Former Master Audra asks, "Not already regretting it, are we?"
"No. Rather, I should say... Thank you."
Audra smiles than ever before this night. "For my friends, I'll do anything!" With that in mind, she throttles again and rides off.

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>>52495047
Haru looked back to the biker that he previously KO’ed earlier by throwing an empty gun at his head. He approached him and proceeded to bash his head in with his metal staff weapon repeatedly till the biker’s head is a bloody mess. He noticed the other two bikers getting back up their feet, but he knocked them down again with a swing of his metal staff weapon, complete with both of them letting out a “OOOOFF!!!”

He then did the same thing, in which he bashed one enemy biker in the head continuously with his metal staff till it was just a bloody mess, and simply stomped the head of the other downed biker with his boot hardly and completed it with a boot grind. Haru’s keen cat-hearing enabled him to notice the sound of a door opening and the sound of hurried footsteps. He quickly ran towards the bar counter where the sound came and rushed in the door to see one biker looking fellow running away.

“I SEE YOU DERRICK RAMSEY! TIME YOU MET THE SAME FATE AS YOUR BOSS!” Haru the Catboy yelled as the biker looking fellow, glanced quickly with a fearful look as the biker looking fellow, who’s named Derrick Ramsey. Continued to flee, but as soon as Haru continued to give chase-

“REEEYAAAAAA!!!” A scream came as he was jumped at by one biker associate, a biker girl who jumped from a stack of crates. Haru was indeed caught off guard as the biker woman on top of Haru and proceeded to land a flurry of punches on him and even scratched at his face with her feminine nails. But those blows and scratches were nothing were nothing to Haru who was a more experienced and hardened fighter. This just made Haru mad as he let out an angry cat-like his, showing and baring his sharp feline teeth, he drew out his feline claws in his one hand and did a vicious scratch at her face, to which the biker-gal yelled in pain and held to her face.

Haru was now on top of the biker-gal, gritted his feline teeth and sank his fangs on the biker gal's jugular.

>>52512616
The pinned down biker-gal thrashed around trying to get Haru off her but he just kept her pinned. And soon with enough force and biting grip, he yanked the biker-girl's jugular veins with his teeth as the biker-girl's screams were now turned to gurgled chokes.

Haru got off her and spit out the bits of flesh and blood in his mouth, and looked down on his next downed enemy bleeding profusely from her neck in which a large amount of flesh was torn off by Haru. He left the biker-gal to bleed to death as he got his metal staff weapon and proceeded to rush off to where Derrick Ramsey ran off to.

Derrick Ramsey didn't go far as Haru now entered to what appeared to be the garage of this biker's hangout joint. Haru can see Derrick desperately trying to start the engines of a black biker-themed van.

"Hey Cheery what happened!? Did you take care of that cat- WHAT THE!?" Derrick exclaimed to see Haru with a vindictive look on his face with some blood trickling from his lips. Haru jabbed at Derricks face hardly with his metal staff, Derrick yelped in pain and held to the spot on his head and face was jabbed by Haru’s metal staff. And Haru grabbed on the collar of Derrick’s jacket and pulled him out of the driver’s seat of the van and threw him on the floor. He stomped at Derrick’s chest, in which Derrick let out a loud “OOOOFFF!” and a cough and Haru looked down on Derrick.

“So… Derrick Ramsey. Member of the newly and recently rising ‘Dayport Bikers’ and the second in command of Oswin Webly. Leader and founder of this biker gang, who have engaged in acts violence, though said acts of violence so far have only been limited to petty thievery, petty thuggery from some members and towards some police officers, AND for suspected drug dealing activities.” Haru said as he continued. “Oh and I killed your boss Oswin, by the way.”

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>>52518399
>>52518168
Bump with pics

>>52476888
There are some things you just get used to.
The winter, for example. Nobody knows how long it had lasted, or when it would end. But if you look in the books, the old books, the ones that are so old all we have are copies of copies, you'll find that once the seasons did end, and so it follows that this one will as well. The howling of the wind, even on the plains, where there are no mountain defiles for it to writhe through, no ancient pines to flay itself on. The snow is almost a boon- at this point, it's thick enough to hide all but the largest party's tracks, and it makes a decent insulator. Harvest season has changed, of course, what with potatoes and mushrooms becoming the main crops, but the festivals have remained mostly the same. Worshipping the split halves of the moon instead of one whole took some getting used to, but the priests recovered admirably. No, by and large, the Long White hasn't been too rough on us. Physically, that is.
It's what it does to your mind that'll kill you.
>(1/2), Cont.

>>52528850
You'll find entire camps broken down without a trace of what did it, out in those forests. Villages disappear, burnt out from the inside. Starving isn't half as bad as going insane, boy, you take it from me. The good ones- the better ones, anyway- they cope by taking it out on animals. Elk. Deer. Owl, on occasion, though there isn't much meat to 'em. Gouge out the eyes, hogtie the limbs, strap them to a block and wait for the mother to come. Ever heard an elk scream, boy? It'll send shivers down your spine. Sounds like a grown man, his voice hoarse from the effort of it. Sometimes it'll bring one or two nearer. Other times it'll scare the rest of 'em off, and then your family goes without for a few months. That's just how it is now. There are some things you just get used to.
Not all of us, though.
Down South, where it used to be warmer, where the snows aren't so thick, there's talk of angels. Real ones, skin the color of fertile soil and eyes like a noonday sun. Wings that don't have to beat for them to fly, clad in steel the envy of a thousand kings. Servants of a god, some think, or maybe a new denizen of hell that's wandered into this frigid circle. Dangerous things, no doubt, but it'd be interesting to get a look at one, hm?
A word of warning, boy, before you go barging through that door. I see the look in your eye. What you're setting off to do, your reasons for it- that's between you and whoever's business you make it. A word of advice? Don't bother trying to drown out the screams.
There are some things you just get used to.
>(2/2), Fin.

Comments and criticism are welcomed, as always. What's the viability of trying to construct a larger story out of a couple of these little detailed snapshots of time per chapter?

>>52526973
"It's still wet."

"You what, Yates?" Sgt. Ma barely turned his head towards her, keeping his sight on the hallway; he was too concerned about what might be ahead, even if Jones and Bones were on point. "What's wet? Your fucking panties?"

Yates flipped him off while she stood up. "Fuck off, ma. I meant the plant. The dirt is wet."

"So? Not part of the mission, Yates, so focus," he said distractedly, even though a corner of his brain was already making the connections. "Bones, Jones, keep an eye out!"

"'So', this whole district got quarantined up like three months ago, and the brass just now sent some teams--us--to clean it up. 'So'--"

"I'm gonna shut you up right fucking there, Yates."

"...So who the fuck watered this damn plant probably this morning, ma?"

That corner of his brain stormed the rest of his attention. "Jesus Christ," Ma muttered. He focus on Yates and her godforsaken plant.

"I mean, how should I know; could be literally anything. Lucky blood spatter, a leak in the roof, I mean literally fucking anything."

"Doubt it," Yates remarked dismissively. "I mean, look, maybe those things in here were--"

Ma made an incredulous expression behind his mask. "Don't be crazy. I didn't mean 'literally' literally anything."

"Y'know, mom," said one of the pointmen. "I wasn't thinking about it when I saw it, but she has a po--"

"Eyes forward, Bones."

"But mom--"

"I said 'eyes forward', Bones, Jesus fuck!" Ma exhaled deeply, making a wheezing noise come from his mask, and looked up at the working electrical light. He had thought it was lucky that those things seemed to have ignored the generator room, that it had just been conveniently running all this time, but...and then he squelched that, pushed it into a smaller corner, brought the mission back into place. "Just fucking focus. We'll talk later, but I want this building fucking cleared first. Not another word, Yates."

(1/2)

>>52526973
>>52529723
Ma figured she was rolling her eyes behind that mask. She shrugged and nodded. "Whatever, ma. Just wanted to point it out. Let's...!" Yates suddenly spun around with her gun pointed down the hall where they came from. "Something coming up from behind!"

Ma spun around too. Then there was the sound of footsteps, disciplined, coming up from behind. Sgt. Ma turned and pointed his gun, but he figured it was just the secondary team coming up from behind, but he was still relieved when he looked and saw three pairs of red glass looking back. That their gear was not quite standard-issue didn't prevent that. He lowered his gun and told the others to do the same.

"Goddamn, just backup," he exclaimed, sighing. "You guys need to call out when you're coming up, that's protocol. Almost got me fucking spoo--"

Ma didn't have any time to react before he got spooked.

>>52512758
“What do you want from us!? WHY DID YA HAVE TO KILL THEM ALL!? YOU KILLED THE WHOLE GANG; WE WERE JUST ABOUT TO RISE UP!” Derrick spoke in terror and continued. “Why??? Why us??? What did we ever do to you Catboy? We never did anything bad now did we???”

Haru hardened his step on Derrick’s chest as the hardened sole of his boot dug in to Derrick’s chest which made him struggle and cough a bit. “Never did anything bad? Did I stutter earlier? Didn’t I mention your gang’s acts of thievery, thuggery and drug related offenses? RING A BELL!?” Haru said loudly as Derrick continued to tremble in fear.

“OKAY! OKAY! Yeah sure we did that sort of thing here and there, but we never did anything wrong to you! What did we do recently!? We just did our own thing in hanging out and cruising around Dayport!”

“Attempting to kidnap minors and sell them.” Haru said with a clear hint of anger.

“…Wha???” Derrick asked with ever trembling fear.

“You and your gang tried to kidnap a group of kids in a playground just several yards away from a neighborhood sub-division and drag them in a van like this. But I was there to stop your fellow bikers kidnapping those kids. Besides seeing a black van with tinted windows and a non-visible license plate just nearby a playground full of kids gave off a lot of red flags. And I beat those bikers to bloody pulp, also finding direct orders FROM YOU! –To go to the much said playground which YOU knew about that had children in it with their parents not usually at sight. As for how I killed your leader and founder, I simply tracked him down since the bikers who tried to abduct the children from the playground I was talking about so happened to have a cellphone WITH Oswin Webley’s contact number. So I gave Oswin a text all while thinking he’s still communicating with one of his bikers, met up in a discreet place I told him to meet up with, he got surprised to see me instead, then I killed him.”

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>>52473394
Always love to see some bone puns

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>>52483211
>funny with a gruff American accent
...what kind of accent should they have had originally?

Also, uh...bump.

>>52495599

"Gramps, you know who these people are"?
The question came out of nowhere and caught Steffen by surprise. The old man reached his grandson's side and looked at what the young man was pointing.
It was an old painting, covered by dust and badly kept, but one could see the details nonetheless.
"See this boy, lad?" Steffen said while pointing to the young man in the centre of the painting "He was King Assur."
"What?" Asked the young man, not to Steffen's surprise.
Steffen stretched his back and sat down in front of the painting while dislodging it from its alcove. Then he blew away the dust that was on it to see more clearly the picture.
"We had to take a rest anyway." He muttered. Then addressed his grandson "Sit down and listen laddie, for THIS is the reason we are in this never ending war." Both anger and sadness could be heard in his voice.

Cont

>>52535412

"It all began forty years ago, when the young King Assur, First of his name, the Golden Lion, Ruler of the Four Domains, ascended to the throne. He was a rash kid, spoiled by knowing he would become king, and quite a hothead. He had all the capabilities to become a good king, but not the will to. In this painting, immediately on his left and right, are the sisters Kara the Black and Sanna the White, vassals of the king and rulers of the Southern Domain. Those girls were the polar opposites in terms of passions and interests, but when thinking objectively they would agree on everything. They may have not liked nor hated each other, but they understood each other for sure. The two on the far left are Karl and his older sister Gustava, they were the heirs to the Eastern Domain and its enormous fleets. Gustava was to become ruler of the domain and was known among the nobles of the royal court for her strong sarcasm and almost sadistic utilitarianism while Karl was to become the Grand Admiral of the Sun Fleet and was known for his sense of justice. On the far right we have Talia, the heir to the western domain, here clad in green, and the king's cousin Tagamut. Talia was one of the few among the nobles to be able to really influence Assur in his decisions and while at first she used her influence to steer the young king's towards righteousness she would later use him just for her own purposes.
Last but not least we have Tagamut, poor Tagamut. Truly, I find that she would have been more fitting than Assur as a ruler, but alas, destiny wished otherwise."

Cont

>>52535462

"I think I remember now who they are, gramps, but why did the war start?" Asked Steffen's grandson, at which he answered "I'm getting there!" with an audibly annoyed voice.

"Assur's cousin has been the young king's obsession since early childhood and now that he had been crowned he wanted to claim her for himself but..." Started Steffen.

"Claim for what." Interrupted his grandson.

"I'll tell you when you are older." Steffen tried to dismiss him.

"I've already been a soldier for three years and killed more man than I can count."

"Then you should try to think more with the sword between your legs and less with the one in your hand! Now will, you let me tell this thrice-damned story?"

Sighing with frustration the grandson muttered: "Go on."

"Very well, now, where was I... Ah, yes, right!"

"King Assur wanted to claim his cousin Tagamut for dirty things, but right after his coronation she was nowhere to be found as she departed to reach the would-be Northern Domain, that was still the independent Hyra Imperium.
Why you may ask she would go to such a distant land and risk the journey, and the reason for such a trip was to try to bring Hyra under Assur's domain by diplomacy, without an useless bloodshed. But Assur didn't like that, and immediately after having ordered all the other heirs of the domains to go back to their own lands he began his pursuit of her cousin with his Royal Guard."

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>>52535490

"Now we are getting closer to the real start of the war. You see, the Emperors of Hyra were never stupid, they were in fact those who tried to prevent the creations of the domains by fighting Assur's ancestors, and even if they lost the wars they always showed to be willing to resist the invader, no matter how stronger or numerous than the Hyran armies they were.
So it is obvious that everyone, and the Imperial House in primes, were shocked when Tagamut came to the Emperor's court carrying a letter of her own late father presenting a marriage proposal between the Imperial heir and the late king's niece, now the current king's cousin."

"In the time that took for the Emperor and his son to decide whether or not to accept the proposal, Assur arrived at Hyra.
He raced for the Imperial Palace under the disguise of being a messenger carrying dire news for the Emperor.
When he reached the palace Assur was like a furious animal and as such he behaved: he found Tagamut waiting for the imperial response in a room. It was late at night. Assur first, still disguised, locked the door behind him after having entered the room. He then turned off the only lantern in the room. He overpowered his cousin. Then he claimed her." Sorrow and sadness pervaded Steffen's voice as he said the last sentences.

"I think I get now what you mean by "claim", I saw mercenaries claiming defenceless women many times."

"Such is war laddie..."

Cont

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>>52535509

"Now, right as this brutality was happening the Emperor, Zelevas III and his son Kaesar come to the conclusion that the marriage would only help stabilise the situation between the Empire and the Kingdom, or at lease ease them, since they have fought on opposing sides for centuries. They both exited the council room and went for the room where they left Tagamut.
Zelevas took a detour to take some liquor to celebrate the agreement while Kaesar went straight for the room. Here Kaesar heard screams of pain and cries for help and found the door locked. He broke trough it with his own sword and saw a figure jumping out of the window and running away in the moonless night. On the floor, naked, sobbing and crying lied the violated princess Tagamut."

"The imperial heir covered her, took her between his arms and brought her to the healers, all the while swearing that he would kill the offender of her soon to be wife. He harboured no hate for Tagamut, even pitied but also admired her as she clearly had the marks of her body that made clear that she tried to fend for herself, with her hands even bleeding like she tried to punch something too hard."

"Have you ever heard the expression "As strong as a Hyran oath" lad?"

"Not really, but I think I get the meaning."

"It means something indestructible, that will last forever, or at least until its purpose hasn't been achieved. A Hyran oath is something that binds one for life, and the imperial heir had just made one."

Cont

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>>52535789

"The very next day the gatekeepers of Hyra announced that King Assur was coming to have diplomatic talks with the Emperor and that his Royal Guard was with him, the previous night in fact he entered the city alone and disguised, leaving his guards hidden in some farm miles from Hyra for the night. Still hot and excited for the previous night Assur asked in an all too eager manner to see his cousin he knew was there and the Emperor. The Emperor agreed, but had to excuse the presence of Tagamut as she still was shocked by the previous night's event. When Assur and Zelevas met they exchanged a nod as is costume between rulers and sat down to talk."

"In those very moments the war began."

"Kaesar entered the room accompanying Tagamut that longed for the support of a familiar figure. But as soon as Assur touched her she recognised the touch, the feeling, and knew she had been violated by her own cousin. And in deep horror, she screamed.
Kaesar almost immediately understood what was going on: he saw Tagamut screaming as soon as she was touched by Assur. He saw the young king sporting a venomous smile on his face. He saw signs of fighting on the king's arms and neck, that despite being hidden by the regalia were still visible in some points. He saw Assur standing up and unsheathing a hidden dagger. He saw that he was about to be stabbed.
But the stab never came.
Or at least not to Kaesar.
Instead old Emperor Zelevas had jumped in front of his own son to shield him from the attack with his life.
There an Emperor died, and another was born.
As Tagamut was crying in a corner.
As the Hyran guards entered the room, swords in hand, ready to kill the murderer of their emperor.
As Assur was quickly fleeing laughing like a madman.
As Zelevas III life left his body.
The Bloody Emperor Kaesar the Kingslayer was born.

Cont

>>52502570

(Field lesson by Professor Kade, Transcribed by Professor Jed)

"Alright, kiddies. Beastie one, lesson one. Anyone know what that is?...Come on, odds are ONE of you paid attention...Morton?"

"...a spider-spirit possessing a human female."

"Good. Now, here's a question...what's it doing?...Anyone?...Well that is oddly appropriate, since ( just like you) that spider's vessel is doing NOTHING. Can anyone tell me why?"

"The spider's soul hasn't fully merged with the human's, so it's working off instinct. None of us are touching the web, so it's not attacking."

"Good, Laurissa. The inverse of which implies...?"

"...that it will attack the moment any of us touch the web."

"Excellent. THAT, kiddies, is why this is your first field assignment. This thing will let you all get into a nice, convenient position to deal with it...unlike most of the possessed. Even better, if only one you touches the web, you can get it EXACTLY where you want it. So, get into your cadres and ready up in five. You're about to get a practical examination in subduing the possessed and safely exorcising them. Full marks for minimal injury and clean exorcism, no marks if it's permanently injured or you can't get rid of the spirit. The two of us are here in case you mess it up, so the only thing that'll die today is your class grade. Get a move on!"

>>52536135

"After that everything fell apart."

"Immediately the small yet rich Hyran Imperium declared war on the Kingdom of the Domains, in all its enormousness, or so Assur thought."
"Remember, lad, how I said that Princess Gustava of the East was utilitarian, almost inhumanly so? And how Karl was a justice driven man?"
"Yeah."
"They betrayed Assur and declared a war of independence few weeks after the Hyran Imperium. The Princess driven by the thought of how fighting the Hyran armies would be a terrible waste of resources and the Grand Admiral by pure and unadulterated disgust towards Assur and his treatment of Tagamut."
"Kara and Sanna had their first and only argument of their life. To side with the rightful King, or to betray him, become an independent kingdom an fight the monster that Assur had become. After a long fight of swords, words and emotions the twins came to an agreement: the Southern Kingdom would stay alone by itself, not going to war for or against Assur."
"Talia was the only one to come to help Assur in the war."

"That war raged for ten long years."

"The Hyran armies slowly but surely broke into the vast Central Domain. One one side the fearsome Hyran war mages reaping soldiers' lives like gods of death and the fearless warriors of the east fighting side by side with the Hyranians, united by a common goal. On the other Assur's vast armies and Talia's fearsome knights holding the defence for as long as possible."

"The war temporarily ended when Talia's armies returned to their homeland in the west."

Cont

This fuckhueg shitfest is almost finished. After that please, please tell me if there is something I should do to improve my writing style.

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>>52536838

"Why did they retreat?"

"Previously I said that Talia was a very close friend of Assur, she was actually so close that one day she fell on his cock."

"No more subtlety now, eh?"

"Aye, there's no need anymore."

"She was Assur's lover for almost 10 years, but she retreated herself to her own fortress in the west in the end of the 9th, for no apparent reason. The truth was that she was pregnant with Assur's son and now just wanted to get out of the meat grinder that was that war. So she made a pact, or to better say, swore an oath with Kaesar."

"The now Empress Tagamut had no feeling for her cousin other than hate and at first it was the main, if not the only thing that she and Kaesar had in common, but with each passing year they grew warm to each other and became not only husband and wife, but also friends."

"I said Tagamut should have been the ruler of the Domains because, unlike her cousin, she knew how things worked in reality. She had many connections in the underworld, and many a rich merchant owed her favours. Pulling those strings she managed to discover that Talia was pregnant and played with the soon-to-be mother's mind into believing that she and her child were in danger, that they would lose and get slaughtered. Or not. She could save herself and the child if she pulled herself out of the war."

Steffen then sighed.

"And. So. She. Did."

Cont

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>>52536838
Long, uninterrupted dialogue, which may sometimes be unavoidable. But break it up visually with line breaks and paragraphs.

Every switch in someone speaking gets a line break.

Dialogue needs to be punctuated occasionally by how the characters react to speech, especially if someone says something important, emotive, or surprising. This makes it so that it's not just open quotation marks after quotation marks all the way down, but also reminds the reader who is speaking. This is especially useful when there are more than two characters speaking to one another.

>>52536934

"The front was overrun by bloodthirsty Hyran warriors. The capital city stormed. The King killed."

"Have you heard the stories about how Kaesar himself killed Assur?"

"Of course gramps."

"They aren't stories, they are the truth. Kaesar himself walked to the throne room, disarmed the remaining knights of the Royal Guard and then...then..." Steffen shivered.
"He impaled each of King Assur'a limbs to the throne with spears taken from the Royal Guardsmen that surrendered. After having become the King some sort of parody of a porcupine he beheaded him and roared."
"After he came out of the throne room he held high Assur's severed head and roared again. This time the entire Hyaran army roared back. It was terrifying."
"And after that, is recent history."
"Karl and Gustava argued, she killed him, the Admiralty of the Sun revolted and began a civil war. Talia was forced to flee for her life and seek asylum among many refugees in the Southern Kingdom because the nobles started a massive revolt in the West. Hyra closed its borders and withdrew itself after the death of Assur. And then we come. The survivors of the Central Domain, a lawless land plunged into four decades of war, thirty of which among ourselves."

"Gramps, one question..."

"Ask laddie."

"What part did you play in the Ten Years War?" Steffen gasped as soon as he heard the question.

With a broken voice, he answered "I was one of the Royal Guard..." Steffen sobbed "I was in that farm with other guards when the King raped his own cousin. I was with him until the last moment. And yet, when Kaesar said that if we were to lay down our weapons he would spare us, I was the first to abandon King Assur and relinquish my spear."

"You said that gramps, war is hell."

"War is hell, it totally is."

The End Final-fucking-ly

>>52537003
I'm quite scared when writing in direct speech because my native language is full of subordinated sentences and the method to utilize punctuation in it and in English differ quite a lot.

Also, I tried as much as I could to separate the sentences with line breaks but I was worried that if I overdid it the dialogue would look too sparse.

>>52537334
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>>52535412

Did I over-do with the grim-darkness? Did I turn the war turn into something grim-derp?

I wanted to take that silly anime uber-noblebright image and turn it into something more serious.

I summon thee, righteous gods of creative writing, and enlighten me on my mistakes!

>>52537601
I'm the God of Deconstructive Criticism. If you want someone better, you should make a better offering. Too much dialogue, not enough description, failed to be grimderp. Do it again, mortal scum.

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>>52537688

[insert here Sad description a la Vietnam ptsd veteran but in medieval ages]
[insert a very lengthy description]
[insert berserk plot]
[insert here Sad dialogue between sad and unlucky characters]

And then they all died.

Fin

Is it an acceptably stupid offer now, o mighty God of Deconstructive Cristicism?

As an extra bonus I offer thee a HD selfie of myself.

>>52537824
It's horrible. Publish it, you'll make millions.

On a more serious level, the story was good. The last post had a good mix of description and dialogue. Try to hit that again until you're confident enough with English to experiment.

>>52537334
>>52537601
The story isn't bad. I don't think there's anything wrong with the general plot. But I don't think the characterisation is deep enough to make it really interesting. Essentially it just comes down to 'the king was a spoiled dick'. Evil people doing evil just because they're evil isn't all that interesting, and the characters around him aren't particularly deep.

also, >>52537003 makes a good point. You need to put full line spaces between each linebreak, and pad the dialogue out with a descriptive sentence or two.

>>52537458
Your English is okay but you still make mistakes. Just out of interest, what is your native language?


>>52534319
I never really thought about it. I guess it's just that my default is to assume that my characters are speaking in an accent similar to mine, unless I specifically wrote them otherwise.

How do people feel about this short sketch: >>52529723

>>52538950
I'm the guy who wrote about the dick king and my native language is italian, and it can become something extremely heavy to both hear and read if not paced correctly.
By that I mean that you may find entire paragraphs filled to the brim with nothing but words and sparse commas to hold the whole thing together.

It's pretty much like many of the Ancient Roman orator Cicero's speeches: a metric ton of words and a couple of commas to place everything out and a severe migraine as a result.

I think that even in this answer you can see how much my sentences are loaded.

>>52539202
I liked it! But I can't quite follow who's who as everyone is saying "Ma" all the time even Ma himself.
Also, I want to know what happens after the spook.

>>52529723
>>52529741
>>52539202
Dialogue's good, although obviously the lack of context reduces the impact of what they're saying.

>>52498742

* * *

The grenade burst against the roof of the tunnel. Orange fire swelled like a ripening fruit, and scattered seeds of death throughout the passage. A few staccato bursts of gunfire accompanied the explosion, then the violence ceased just as suddenly as it had started. For a second afterwards the echoes of the shots could be heard reflecting off the walls, skipping away down the tunnel with a sound like the quick patter of running feet on a hard surface.

The eerie stillness returned. Embedded in the already pockmarked bricks of the tunnel wall were smouldering shards of metal, but other than that there was no evidence of the abrupt violence. The area scorched by the explosion was barely visible on the ageing, soot-stained structure. And there was no sign that either grenade or bullets had hit anything.

'God DAMMIT Kira!' came an angry shout from behind her. 'What the hell is it with you and explosives? I'm pretty sure I told you not to do that exact fucking thing you just did.'

Kira turned, and regarded her partner with a level gaze that gave nothing of her thoughts away. 'You said not to use it unless absolutely necessary. It was necessary.' she replied, calmly but with an undercurrent of defiance. 'I couldn't see the target well enough to reliably hit it with my carbine, so I deployed an area of effect weapon to keep it from closing on us. Basic SOP.' she added, referring to "standard operating procedure". 'Granted, signalling our presence like that might have impaired our ability to complete our objective slightly, but not as much as getting our limbs ripped off by... ' - she took a deep breath - '...by whatever the /fuck/ that thing was, Wesker.'

>>52543467

Kira was tall, with an athletic slenderness. Her eyeline was just a shade below Wesker's, and she stared him down for a good fifteen seconds before she looked away.

'Are you having second thoughts?' asked Wesker neutrally.

'Let's just say I'm starting to think the requirements of this mission might be outside my skillset.'

'You'll adapt. This isn't that different to ordinary wetwork. The equipment is the same. Bullets, grenades - use enough of them and it'll go down. Target might be a little tougher, but you've got a penchant for overkill anyway. The tactics might require an adjustment in outlook, but I wouldn't have brought you along with me if I didn't think you could handle it.'

'Wesker - what was that thing? Was that objective? It was so quick I barely saw it.'

'No, that was just a sentry. If it makes you feel any better, it wouldn't have ripped you limb from limb. They prefer to go with strangulation.' The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if he was trying to suppress a smile.

Kira laughed. 'Oh yeah - that's very comforting.' Then she looked slyly at him. 'Of course, the last time I tried auto-erotic asphyxiation I had a safe word.' Wesker snorted involuntarily.

'Okay, dammit, we should stay focused. Take point, and don't load another grenade. The next time something shows up we need to kill it, not just scare it off. If we drive the sentries back towards the objective's lair we'll only be giving ourselves extra problems when we finally reach it.'

'Gotcha.'

'I'll send the drone ahead.' Wesker added. 'I doubt it'll spot anything that wants to stay hidden, but it might bait something into attacking it.' Without any visible instruction the black sphere sped off into the darkness ahead of them. Slowly, carefully, they began to follow it.

>>52543502

The tunnel wasn't totally pitch black. At regular intervals there were access shafts in the roof; the covers had been stolen long ago and light flowed down through the holes, creating pools of light on the tunnel floor. It was enough to leave the tunnel bathed in a twilight like a late evening in summer.

With light, came shadows. Shadows cast by the foliage that had spread along, up, and around the tunnel. Vines hung from the roof, creating curtains through which beams of sunlight shone like an eager morning sun pushing its way through blinds into a still-sleeping room. Instead of the regular lines of a blind, though, the vines cast organic silhouettes on the wall, roof, floor. The tunnel channelled enough air that the vines would often twist and writhe in the breeze, until it was near impossible to tell the difference between the vines themselves and their dark, illusory doppelgangers.

There weren't just vines. Flowers grew out of clusters of leaves that had embedded themselves in the bricks of the wall. White and blue, with broad petals. Small yellow bell-shaped flowers grew in bunches around the sleepers; the tracks themselves were almost obscured by the carpet of purple and pink, which was thinner in here but still accounted for a good share of the tunnel's floor. In the dimmer light the colours were slightly muted, but the vibrant flora still stood in start contrast to the dark, sooty red-brick walls, the grey gravel and the dull, rusting rails.

'How long did this take?' Kira asked.

'A week, maybe two at the most. They works fast. The locals should have known better than to leave this place empty after the line closed. If they'd been a little less lucky, if it hadn't been noticed quickly... well, this whole suburb could have been overrun, easy.'

'I think I can give them a pass for not anticipating that a god would take up residence.'

>>52543539

'You're an inner city girl. I'm guessing there wasn't a natural tree within a hundred miles of where you were born.' Wesker paused, looked ahead intently through the sights of his carbine. He might have been checking the shadows for hostile movement. He might have been thinking of what he wanted to say.

He continued, walking on as he spoke. 'Out here, on the edges... well, it happens. The cities have spread out too much, there isn't anywhere else for the elder spirits to go any more. There aren't enough of the deep forests left. They lose their trees, they lose their creeks and their caves - but we're not the only ones who can improvise, adapt. It's usually just an ordinary tree spirit, or a river spirit sometimes. They find a patch of open ground amidst the concrete where there's still viable soil, or a place where a broken drain has backed up and created a free-flowing stream. Then they make a home as best they can.'

'You say it like you saw it a lot. You go on a lot of these hunts?'

'Used to, after I mustered out of StateSec and went freelance, before I got to doing corporate gigs in the inner city. I never liked it much, was happy to find something else to do.'

'And here I always thought you hated working around tower kids like me.' Kira said. 'I distinctly remember you saying something along the lines of CorpSec being nothing but bratty tower kids from corp families larping as soldiers.' Wesker couldn't see the smirk through the back of her head, but he knew it was there all the same. He chuckled under his breath.

'Which is precisely why I don't have any qualms about a contract which allows me to shoot them every so often.'

'I'm hurt.'

>>52543603

'Not as hurt as you will be if you don't stop dropping your aim.' Wesker said calmly. 'Remember, anything in here out to get us could just as easily be on the ceiling.' He saw Kira adjust how she was holding her carbine slightly. This was why he liked to keep her on point - with her in front, he could keep an eye on her. Her technique was good, but she was still young, still learning.

'Still, being a monster hunter must have been a hell of a lot more interesting than anything CorpSec gives you.' Kira suggested.

'Not really. At the end of the day, a job's a job. Once you've done it a couple of times it stops being an adventure and is just work. Not very challenging work either, usually. Conditions in the suburbs aren't exactly ideal for a tree spirit. They can survive, just about, but the ones I went after were usually weak. And mostly barely more than saplings. People were more vigilant about keeping an eye out for them in those days.' Wesker sighed. 'But then, there were more of them in those days.'

'You ever go after a fully-fledged god?' Kira whispered.

'Even in back in the day there weren't many of the Elder Spirits left. But yeah. Once or twice. I'd rather not talk about it. You need to focus. All you need to know is that if you shoot straight and don't get distracted you'll be fine. Put enough firepower into it and it will go down, deity or not.' He paused. He knew he probably shouldn't ask, not now when they were advancing through a hostile area, but it was bugging him. 'You call it a god. I didn't think inner city kids did that. I though you used "pre-civilisation entity" or something like that.'

'Preciv, god. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.' answered Kira glibly.

'Seriously, though.' said Wesker idly, not really expecting to get a straight answer out of her.

>>52543653

'I don't know.' Kira started, slowly. Wesker thought she was going to stop there, but she continued, haltingly. 'Preciv always seemed a little... a little sterile to me. Look at what it's done here - look at all the life it's created.' Her voice rose, just slightly, as she got into her stride. 'What else could you call it but a god? It's like people in the Inner Cities get uncomfortable calling it what it is. They don't like admitting that there's still some magic in the world. That magic is /real/, that there's more than just technology.'

Wesker was silent for a moment. It took a lot to surprise him, but Kira just had. No glibness, no sarcasm - she'd probably never been this honest with him, except for that time in Durodyne's basement complex where she'd been shot and bleeding out and calmly telling him... Wesker mentally shook himself. He should probably say something, instead of just leaving the awkward silence hanging in the air. 'I never had you down as a romantic.' he said lightly.

'What romance? It's just the truth, plain and simple.' replied Kira, a little gruffly. 'Don't worry, I'm not going soft on you.'

There was nothing plain and simple about the thing they were hunting, but Wesker was going to let this go for now. Still, he felt a little unbalanced. Kira was a reliable partner, and she sure had a personality to her, but he'd never thought there was anything particularly ... deep ... about her. A tower brat, through and through - usually they were emotionally as shallow as a puddle. He'd known there was something that set her apart, otherwise he'd never have taken on as his trainee, but apparently she was even more of an exception than he'd thought.

'Just make sure you don't forget this god will kill you in a heartbeat if you're not sharp and focused.' he reminded her.

'I know, I know.'

>>52543721

They were coming up to another access shaft. The street above them obviously had a broken drain - not an uncommon occurrence in a suburb, especially an older one like this. A miniature waterfall cascaded through the hole, haloed in the shaft of light that fell with it. The water collected in a hollow that the inexorable hydrological forces had carved out in the base of the tunnel; a small pond that glimmered as the ripples from the waterfall striking the surface caught the soft sunlight coming from above.

On the banks long grasses grew, rushes and reeds that were already knee height. A single lily flower with large pink-white petals floated near the edge. There were other buds in the water, on the cusp of opening. Where there were no reeds, other flowers crowded around the edges of the pond, cream and yellow cups dangling gently, their reflections dancing in the rippling water.

But that wasn't all. Close enough to the edge that the tips of its branches were brushed by the waterfall, a tree was growing. It was short enough that Wesker could still see over the top of it, just, but it looked like a real tree and not just a bare sapling. Branches covered in green leaves swayed back and forth in the airstream of the tunnel. Misted by the spray from the waterfall, at certain angles the light would hit the leaves, and in time to the song of the gently whistling wind they would flicker back and forth between between emerald green and a warm, shining gold.

'It's beautiful.' Kira said.

'Yes.' Wesker admitted.

'There are other ways make money, you know.' said Kira softly. 'Do we have to do this? '

'Yes.'

'Do we have to kill it?'

>>52543924

'Trust me, there isn't any other way.' Wesker came up beside Kira, put his hand on her shoulder. She turned, met his eye. 'People live here, Kira. Above us, in the blocks that are probably worth less than the apartment you grew up in. We leave now, it won't be long before concrete starts cracking, vines and roots start punching their way through the tarmac. I give it a week before the first block comes down. Might even be people in it when it does - you can never be sure how far or how quickly this sort of thing will spread. They can't evacuate more than the few blocks nearest the tunnel - the people who live around here don't have anyplace else to go, anymore than our target does.'

Kira turned away. He'd never seen her like this, never seen her this wound up. Even when they'd been fighting for their lives she always acted like it was just a game. Some of it was fear, he could see that now. She was losing control, letting the mask slip, because for the first time in her life she was facing something that was totally outside her comfort zone, and it scared her. But those feelings were coming from from somewhere.

Somewhere, deep down, she'd always had a lot more of a conscience than she'd let on. And now she was struggling with it. There wasn't much sign of the violence of the conflict going on inside her, but Wesker could tell, from the set of her shoulders, from the way she gripped her carbine. From the tone of her silence.

>>52543964

But she was strong. She could handle it. In the end, it made her better.

'I was the one who took this job.' said Wesker. 'Those people in the blocks above are counting on /me/. I guess I can't really tell you whether you have to do this, but I know I have to.' He paused, hesitating before he asked: 'Can I count on you?'

Kira racked another grenade into her launcher.

'You even need to ask?' she turned, grinning. Behind the cocky smile there wasn't a trace of her doubt or fear. She winked at Wesker. 'Come on, have you ever known me to miss an opportunity to blow something the fuck up?'

* * *

I'll be back to add the final chapter of this tomorrow. If you're reading along feel free to post your thoughts so far.

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>>52538950
I guess what I'm asking is "what kind of accent do you have?"

>>52544299
Well, I normally try to be as anonymous as possible but since you ask
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Don't you die on me.

>>52544627
In short, you're a Brit. From...southeast Britain? If I'm wrong, blame my wife. All I recognized was "British."

And yes, you do sound like that. And yes, speaking without a recognized active listener is quite bizarre.

If thread is still up, I'll respond as able.

t. Texan with "an accent, but for some reason you don't sound Texan"

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>>52544043
Having both grown up in the city and fond of nature, I can sympathize with Kira. But, having also been subject to the whims of my employer and the need to feed myself, I definitely sympathize with Wesker. As a crossposter from /k/ and someone that has a...shall we say "storied" past...I want to feel the action transpire in these words.

Forgive me if I seem too absent from commenting on the technical aspects of writing (which, by the way, you are nailing) or the tone (something I never truly grasped), but good GOD I want to see how this ends up.

A (you) and a bump, my good writefag.

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>>52546399
"imperator!" the auxilia cried out, before being silenced by the gas surrounding the centuria.Cries for assistance and leadership subsided to just that, cries. Atticus helios was at a loss of words, and at first,any thought at all.

Through the fog of his mind, and that of the battlefield, he heard the clamoring of unseen fights, and saw masked monsters that stood before him.

"Trading a barbarian horde for agents of pluto!" thought the commander. "Faces hidden just as their master is, what dark sourcery is waged against us?!".

The bezerkers of the gaulia tribes could not prepare helios for the training and the impossibly superior equipment of the barbarians before them, the mass confusion of their infernal abduction, or the fact that they were marooned from the legion at large.

Helios was alone among this group of auxilia, his regular command of triarii was gone."Undoubtedly," he thought "the lord of the underworld thinks to divide us!"

"MEN!" shouted the imperator, muffled by his undershirt "TESTUDO FORMATION!". The auxilia moved not as the single determined group Atticus was accustomed to, but even they knew the stakes, and the formation was materialised as imperator Atticus Helios ordered a march.

>>52475195
nice story anon
i enjoyed the read.

>>52532377
Derrick pleaded. “I was only told about some ‘additional’ forms of profit and income! I never knew, HONEST! I never knew anything about trafficking small kids! Please, I’ll do anything to make it right!”

“And how!?” Haru asked.

“There are other members of our gang throughout the city and Dayport State, you know? Having other members branching out? Don’t put all your eggs in one basket? I know the locations of other hideouts, hangout joints and HQs in the state capital AND throughout the rest of the Dayport State. So please just spare me, PLEASE!”

Haru looked at Derrick Ramsey for quite some time till he asked. “Do you have access to your boss’s computer? I know this is the very place you scumbags founded your little club and this is also your former boss’s home. Where’s his computer? Hardrive or anything containing valuable info like contact details and locations of your gang?”

Derrick replied fearfully. “Oh yeah! It’s all in Oswin’s laptop, ALL OF IT!”

“ALL of it? You’re not trying to bullshit me-”

“I SWEAR! ALL VALUABLE INFO, CONTACT NUMBERS OF MEMEBERS, ADDRESS OF VARIOUS HIDEOUTS AND HQs THROUGHOUT THE STATE, I SWEAR! …Besides I’m the only other person asides from the boss who can use his computer… Though I guess its my computer now since you killed him.” Derrick ended in melancholy.

“…Fine! Show me. Also I know you have some vault where you keep some large amounts of cash, show it to me too. NOW MOVE.” Haru commanded as he let his foot off of Derrick, as he quickly scrambled to his feet and slightly raised his arms up to Haru.

“Okay, okay I’ll show you. Follow me.”

Haru nodded as Derrick led him to the office once belonging to Oswin Webly.

>>52551034
Thanks. I think I'll continue on with it for a while and post a new entry with each new Storythread; it gives me time to proofread and edit. And to Frodo and to realize I've gone way too grimderpy, as I learned with the next journal.

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>>52547184
Trust your wife. Although my accent isn't exclusive to the south-east, in this case she is more or less correct.

also, bump

>>52543467
>>52543467

*facepalm* Apparently I managed to cut out the paragraph that actually describes what my characters look like. Stupid 2000 char post limit. I'll splice it together in the screencap

'God DAMMIT Kira!' came an angry shout from behind her. 'What the hell is it with you and explosives? I'm pretty sure I told you not to do that exact fucking thing you just did.'

Kira turned, and regarded her partner with a level gaze that gave nothing of her thoughts away. 'You said not to use it unless absolutely necessary. It was necessary.' she replied, calmly but with an undercurrent of defiance. 'I couldn't see the target well enough to reliably hit it with my carbine, so I deployed an area of effect weapon to keep it from closing on us. Basic SOP.' she added, referring to "standard operating procedure". 'Granted, signalling our presence like that might have impaired our ability to complete our objective slightly, but not as much as getting our limbs ripped off by... ' - she took a deep breath - '...by whatever the /fuck/ that thing was, Wesker.'

Wesker and Kira faced each other down. He was the older, maybe late thirties, while Kira looked like she was barely out of her teens. Wesker had a jagged scar running above his left eye that disappeared up under his helmet, and a lined, bronzed face that suggested he had seen plenty of years living a hard, outdoors life. His dark brown hair had a touch of grey around the temples. On the other hand his partner not only had an unblemished face, any impartial observer would call her beautiful. Unlike the older man, who was full Caucasian, Kira clearly had a more mixed ancestry. Asian blood was visible around her eyes, and her smooth skin was tinted slightly, but her bone structure was pure European. Her hair, tied into a ponytail that reached down to her shoulders, was dyed a very light caramel that almost matched her skin-tone.

The suspicious group in the corner immediately catches your eye as you enter the squalid pub. They're not locals, and they're clearly on edge the way they sit with their shoulders hunched over and fingers habitually tapping pockets as if to make sure whatever contents inside are still there. They're making no attempt to hide it and in turn the usual drunks and patrons of the pub aren't making much of an effort to hide their staring either. The strange band's presence isn't making for a great atmosphere and their mutterings aren't helping the uneasy mood. They don't seem to have noticed you yet.

With a smile, you make your way over to the corner and nod to the one standing arms-crossed against the wall. "The offer's good. When can you leave?"

Other than his eyes flicking in your direction, he doesn't move. "We go no where 'til you hold up your side of the deal." The others by the table don't even acknowledge your presence, instead continuing to murmur in that odd tongue of theirs.

"It'll be prepared by the time you're ready," you say smoothly with as sincere and trustworthy a smile you can give. He doesn't reply. "So, when can you leave?"

One of the figures by the table slowly stands to face you. You see that under the hood it is a woman with scars running down one side of her face to her neck, where the trail disappears into her cloak. You wonder how far down it goes. Never taking her eyes off you, she says something softly, lips barely moving. It takes a moment for you to realise she is speaking to her companion in a different language.

"Alright," the man says, slowly nodding. You can't figure out whether he's saying it to you or the woman, but then he turns to you and says, "We go today. Your side ready?" The woman grins, her eyes still not having left you. You notice her mouth is full of pointy teeth like a crocodile, and her eyes have the queer, squashed pupils of a toad.

You give your widest, fakest smile in response. "Yes. Be at the square in an hour."

>>52555961
>How do you like second person?

If you're writing for a text-based video game/RPG it works well enough, never been a fan of it otherwise to be honest.

>>52553147
>THE DISTANT FUTURE, ON A SPACESHIP ORBITING THE PLANET EXIS-IX
"Alpha," A cybernetically-augmented commander scowled. "Where the fuck is our war engine?" On the battlefield below, there was an enemy war engine, a massive robot firing a constant array of death and carnage to the armies below.
Alpha, one of many technicians, responds, "Commander, I just activated the transporter arrays. The War Engine should be deployed any moment now."
"Well, make it faster! We're losing the front!"

Minutes passed, with Alpha frantically scanning the field - but with no response groundside. He then got a report that made him go pale with shock.
"What is it, Alpha," the commander scowled, "Where is our weapon?"
Alpha turned to his commander, his eyes wide. "We...were sabotaged right under our noses."
"What...?"
"There were spies from the Conglomerate who infiltrated our ship's systems." Alpha's face was sweating profusely already. "They have our War Engine."
The Commander swallowed, his throat already dry. "Well then...where did they put it...?" There was silence again. "I asked where the fuck did they put our most powerful weapon? Well, Alpha? Answer me! Where the fuck is it?"

All Alpha could report was "They...hacked the time-space continuum."

>C.13TH CENTURY CHINA

Nobody in this simple farming village could possibly have predicted the carnage that the massive iron arches could have raised. The fact that it simply landed on the ground meant that a massive cloud was kicked up. All the farmland underneath it was immediately lost.
Then the purple lights came. Those massive arches began drawing a gargantuan portal in the air, dying the sky in that same ominous hue.

The arrival of the War Engine was one that caused immediate terror. Against such a marvel of futuristic science, everyone was convinced that they were in the presence of literal gods. Some immediately prostrated themselves before this idol and were immediately squashed underfoot without concern.

>>52573926
Bump with images.

>>52544043

Well, once again I have written something that has massively gotten away from me, length-wise. Which makes it somewhat ironic that I'm writing this is spoilertext, since it should have been obvious from the very beginning that that would happen, given my history (see >>52470967). The good news is that I've finally finished it. The bad news is that it'll probably take longer to post than most people's stories do to write, so I'll do it in stages

>>52548205 Thank you for the encouragement. Seriously, any comment at all is welcome but you really managed to lift my spirits. This is such a draining process that without that little boost this would have been a lot harder to finish.

btw, if you want to read it from the beginning, don't forget that there's an edit here >>52553630


>>52544043

Wesker squeezed the trigger on his carbine, briefly. Three shots, and three bullets impacted his target, blowing chunks out of the already cratered flesh. The target wasn't moving now, but Wesker didn't lower his weapon. He held his aim for a good thirty seconds, finger hovering over the trigger, then cautiously approached the motionless form. He nudged it with his boot, and it flopped over limply. Milky, sticky fluid trickled out, oozing, globbing around the flecks of shattered meat. He stepped back, and the barrel of his carbine lowered.

'It's down.' he said simply. He felt Kira step forward behind him.

'Scratch one sentry.' she commented. 'That makes three. Any idea how many of these things are in here?'

Wesker shook his head. 'No way of knowing. We're getting close, though.' They were almost at the midpoint of the tunnel, approximately a kilometre from the entrance. 'We should expect to start encountering heavier resistance.'

'Define "heavier".'

'I don't know how strong this particular forest god is, but I've seen them grow much bigger puppets than this thing.'

>>52580486

He looked down at the ruined remains of the thing that had just attacked them. It was already visibly decaying into the soft, lush grass it had fallen on. About half the size of a man, from a distance it could be mistaken for a monkey. Long forelimbs, prehensile tail. But there the similarities ended.

It was as if someone had made a facsimile of a monkey by twisting bundles of vines together. The creature had rubbery, dark green skin, patterned with helical ridges curling about its form like the lines running down a length of rope. Its limbs lacked joints, instead being flexible along their whole length. Although it looked like it had fingers, if you looked closely you could see that they were more like tendrils, splitting off from the main bundle of the arm - long and grasping. It had a head, but it had no face - instead of eyes, nose, mouth, there was just smooth skin. Or rather, there had been, before Wesker's final shots tore it open. The life-fluid leaking from the corpse was pale, like sap, and it's flesh was fibrous - maybe not quite plant, but not animal either.

'How big do these monkey things get?' asked Kira. 'This one was bad enough, I didn't sign up to fight King fucking Kong.'

'You did well enough with this one.' said Wesker casually.

It had come at them swinging silently across the ceiling, like a spider monkey through jungle canopy. The first shots hadn't even slowed it down; some hit, more missed as it swayed too and fro in the shadows.

Then it leapt at Kira.

>>52580541

Neither Wesker nor Kira flinched, and their concentrated fire drove it back. Instead of sailing gracefully into Kira's face, it dropped to the floor and scuttled away, back up the sides of the tunnel. Bullets traced a line after it. It jinked and wove in and out of the shadows, trying to find an opening, darting forward only to be forced away by the mercenaries' flashing carbines. Kira's magazine emptied, and it leapt at her again, but Wesker tracked it as it flew and blasted it out of the air with a burst of high explosive rounds. Lamed, the thing had tried to retreat into the darkness, but Kira opened up on it again until it stopped moving. Then Wesker had finished it.

'Better than the last one you mean.' said Kira irritably.

The first two sentries had proved more of a challenge. Kira's outfit was splattered with sappy ooze, and she was missing a piece of armour from her left forearm.

'You said it, not me.' Wesker's smile went unseen in the darkness. He took a moment to check the optics on his carbine, unclipping the cybernetics from the lens housing. If the Miratech had a flaw, it was that its computer assisted targeting was over-complicated and needed constant maintenance.

'You didn't answer my question. How big do these things get?' said Kira sharply, as she pushed bullets into a half-empty magazine. It still stung her pride that one of the monkey-creatures had caught her by surprise. It probably pleased her even less that Wesker had had to save her; in a display of expert marksmanship he had shot the writhing thing off her as its tendrils reached towards her throat.

>>52580625

'The biggest I ever saw threw an armoured jeep across a street.' Wesker said, as he tweaked the cybernetics. 'But that time the Elder Spirit had already overrun several square miles. It's probable that our objective simply hasn't had the time or the strength to grow anything bigger than this.' Wesker paused. 'Or, then again, maybe it's holding its most dangerous creations back to protect its inner sanctum.'

'Oh, wonderful.' griped Kira. 'Well you sure know how to raise team morale.' Sarcasm was par for the course with Kira, but Wesker detected an edge to it this time. His partner's unhappiness with the situation was still simmering somewhere below her glib exterior. She aggressively rammed home the fresh mag.

'If it makes you feel any better I made sure our contract has a bonus clause - we get paid extra for every one of these we kill, based on size and weight.' said Wesker. Carefully, he re-clipped the optical stabiliser.

'Nice.' said Kira, sounding impressed. Wesker had known the prospect of bonus pay would mollify her. Whatever other unexpected traits were hidden in that teen-pop-pretty head of hers, she was still a mercenary at heart. 'How did you get that past corporate?' she added.

'It's been so long since the corp has issued a contract like this the legal department didn't have anyone who'd handled one before. They just assigned it to some suit from the team doing the suburb development project, and I, uh... pointed him in the right direction. There's always an exemplar in the archives if you know where to look - I just made sure he looked at the right ones.'

'Always so helpful - that's what I like about you.' grinned Kira.

>>52580649

'I try to oblige where I can.' chuckled Wesker. 'Didn't really expect him to go for it, though. I think you had a point earlier - he seemed pretty uncomfortable with the concept that this contract involved a deity, otherwise he might have...' Wesker stopped abruptly, as if a thought had just come to mind. Then he announced: 'The scout drone has found something. Probably the entrance to the objective's lair. Come on, it's just up ahead.'

Weapons raised, they hurried onward.

The scout drone was hovering about fifty metres down the tunnel. It looked at if it had stopped by a particularly thick cluster of foliage embedded in the wall. In fact, there was no wall there. The hanging vines and broad, waxy leaves were a curtain, covering a hole in the side of the tunnel. To the naked eye it was almost invisible, but the scout drone's sensors had detected that behind the plantlife there was a sizeable cavity. How sizeable, Wesker couldn't tell - the drone's sensors couldn't penetrate deep enough.

They stopped a little way back from where the scout drone hovered.

'This it, you think?' asked Kira.

'There's definitely a void behind those vines.' said Wesker. He paused for a few moments, then continued. 'Tunnel blueprints say there should have been an access door there, leading to a maintenance room and an emergency stairwell.'

'You mean we could have just come in right on top of it instead of going all the way through the tunnel?'

'No. They actually did remember to seal the stairwell off. The surface end was concreted over, it's an industrial parking lot now.'

'So this is the only entrance?'

'Or exit. Assuming our objective hasn't made any other improvements - the cavity the sensors are picking up looks a lot bigger than the original corridor.'

'Big enough for a giant ape-monster?' Kira said cheekily.

>>52580671

'Big enough for all sorts of monsters. Who knows, maybe something even scarier than you.' Kira snorted at this. Wesker continued: 'Doesn't look like they're interested in coming out to play, though - that foliage looks pretty solid.'

'Got a machete on you?'

'Actually, yes.' He patted his right thigh. The armour there concealed a collapsible long-knife. 'But I think this is more up your alley. Breaching charge, low yield, high spread. Care to do the honours?'

'Way ahead of you.' said Kira. Wesker glanced over and saw that the small, disc shaped device was indeed already in her hand.

Cautiously, Kira approached the seemingly solid wall of entangled vines, while Wesker covered her. As she carefully, gingerly, pressed the explosives into the middle of the area the knotted vines depressed slightly under her hand. There was uncomfortable soft, spongy feeling to the wall. Kira was very aware that she was touching a living organism.

Breaching charge in place, she backed off. It might have been her imagination, but she thought the vines were throbbing slightly, as if sap was pumping through them faster.

'You ready?' Wesker asked. 'This is going to be quite the entrance. No stealth - we go in fast and we hit anything that moves, and hit it hard.' Kira nodded. 'Okay, get in place. We go on three.'

Wesker and Kira took positions several meters either side of the curtain, backs pressed against the brick wall, using the curve of the tunnel to protect themselves. Backblast should be minimal, since the explosive was designed to direct all the force in one direction, but it always paid to be cautious.

Kira was about to turn her head away, anticipating the blast, when out of the corner of her eye she saw something move. It was the curtain of foliage - she could just see a creeping tendril poke out of the wall, swaying in the air like a snake searching for a mouse. Then she saw it wasn't the only one.

>>52580695

Shit, thought Kira, at the same time as her mouth was already calling out. 'Wesker! Three!'

She detonated the charge.

The world disappeared.

No matter how well designed, a shaped charge could only do so much to direct the energy of an explosion in a single direction, and in the close confines of a tunnel the excess was a lot more concentrated than in open air. Danger from shrapnel and overpressure was limited by the device's design, but the sound and light burst was still equivalent to a flashbang. The mercenaries' cybernetics could only do so much. For the first few seconds after the explosion, Wesker and Kira were deaf and almost blind.

But they were professionals. Five seconds after the charge detonated they were through the breach. The curtain had been reduced to smouldering shreds. Behind it lay a smaller tunnel; earth and vines were visible, but bits of the concrete wall from the original corridor were still embedded in the sides. The explosion had scorched and scattered debris along the first few meters of the tunnel. There was no natural light here, and the only illumination came from the burning plant matter.

Wesker had about two seconds to assess all this before he saw something move in the darkness ahead of them, and he opened fire. Kira joined him a fraction of a second later. A shape dropped from the ceiling, but instead of jumping at them it lurched drunkenly around the tunnel floor, clearly dazed by the explosion. A few more bursts from their carbines, and it went still.

They advanced quickly, weapons raised. The creature on the floor twitched, and Kira put another two rounds into its head, stopping it permanently. This one had the same corded, rubbery skin as the sentries, but it was shaped more like a small bear, with a thick body and thorny claws. Wesker nudged it with his boot, but it didn't react. They moved past it, gun barrels darting as they checked the shadows around them.

>>52580726

The earthen tunnel was short, but they encountered two more guard creatures in it. The second one was another of the monkey sentries, which fell just as easily as the previous one. The third was more like a fox. It waited in a near-invisible burrow dug into the side of the tunnel until they had passed, then charged at them from behind.

Without the scout drone hovering behind Wesker's shoulder it might have got him.

As it was, the sensors pinged it just as it sprang, and Wesker was able to throw himself down - though he dropped his carbine in the process. Seamlessly he drew his pistol from his thigh holster and opened fire on the fox-creature's back as it landed ahead of him. Kira had also thrown herself to one side at the drone's alert, hitting the tunnel wall hard with her right arm; aim jarred, she sketched a pattern of bullet holes in the floor around the creature before she found her mark.

Wesker's Laskier rounds slowed the fox-puppet down, prevented it from turning and attacking again, but it was absorbing the damage and still moving. Then a trio of high-explosive bullets from Kira's carbine blew its head clean off.

Less than four minutes after they breached the curtain, the two mercs had cleared the tunnel. At its end they stopped for second, reloaded and checked their gear. They hadn't said a word to each other since the breaching charge blew. They didn't need to; this was what they did.

Then they stepped forward, weapons raised.

Into the lair of the forest god.

I'll stop there for now. Night, everyone.

>>52577174
The countless towers upon this idol began their calculations and realized to their horror that they were lost in time. Gunners immediately and recklessly began opening fire, seeing the entire planet as free game.
If the countryside thought they stood a chance against such a behemoth before, the countless violet beams of destruction crushed any hope for this Chinese village to ever recover. Dozens were sent flying with each blast, many more were chased down by the relentless advance of the titan. The simple countryside these folk once lived in was reduced to a smoking ruin within minutes. Given a few more, perhaps all of China would fall as well.

What made this crisis even worse was that neither side knew how to end this conflict. The Chinese citizens had no means to combat this monstrosity that tore through the heavens, and the War Engine was lost without guidance. They had no guarantee that re-entering the portal would send them anywhere they could reach the ship. Perhaps given time, the War Engine would run out of energy, but that meant they would be confined here forever.
In the end, their only hope was to re-enter that tempest of time and hope that they could find a way back to the war they were called to. The titan turned around and marched straight into the void, sparing the countryside and the empire of the horrific devastation that no doubt would have ensued had they not fled.

>THE DISTANT FUTURE, STAR FORTRESS TIAMAT

The War Engine emerged in the middle of a hangar for fighter jets. Immediately, a thousand comms signals blare out at the crew demanding all sorts of information - where they were meant to go, why they looked like they were lost, why the batteries for all the weapons had already been lowered to half-strength.
The crew cared not. All that mattered now was that they finally returned to their time. If they had the time after all the repairs, then they could worry about getting back to their battlefield.

>>52551831
They both walked back the hallway that leaded to the garage there were in and passed by the biker woman Haru just killed, she was lying with a huge chunk of her flesh missing from her neck. And after just a brief walk turning to another corner Derrick opened a closed door revealing Oswin’s office and Derrick quickly flipped open the laptop that used to belong to Oswin and logged in. As Haru was looking on closely, Derrick simply logged into Oswin’s laptop and opened various documents and other files containing any important details and info about their biker’s club.

“Is that large safe filled with cash and other valuable?” Haru asked Derrick loudly.

“Y-yeah it is.” Derrick said so nervously.

“The Key, GIVE ME.” Haru ordered.

Derrick quickly patted his biker’s coat for the key has for the safe; which he was assigned to keep, got it from one of his pockets, and hastily gave it to Haru. Derrick immediately went back to the laptop to open more additional files and documents regarding operations and even finances. Haru looked on, nodded to himself and spoke.

“Is this all?”

Derrick replied. “Yep, should be all… Hey this the deal right??? You let me live, and I give you this! All of this! Info about this gang, ALL the cash and valuables in the safe, and I’ll even testify in court!”

“…Wow, you really are willing to turn on all your fellow bikers like this so soon?” Haru said indifferently.

“Hey like I got a choice… Right??? Please we agreed, right? Right???”

Haru paused, thinking for some time. This made Derrick very nervous till Haru finally answered.

“Alright, I’ll let you live. But you better sit the fuck down, NOW… Till the police arrived after I call them.”

Derrick was relieved with a sigh and a slight smile.

“Take a seat, NOW.” Haru said which startled Derrick as he simply did what he said, quickly taking a seat at the office chair in the office.

He's walked for so long. Such a terribly long time with so much more to come.

It all looks the same now. It doesn't matter where he is or who he encounters, there's no real difference. Things are only unique in the short term. Given a long enough timeline, all one can see are the similarities.

His homeland is long gone. He doesn't know how much time has passed since he wandered across the ocean into lands more vast and different than any of his countrymen could have imagined. With every step he tread across new lands, but since then he's thoroughly explored them all. Now it all just looks the same.

He's starting to forget things. It's inevitable, he supposes. One thing he's learned in his life is that no new brain cells are created during a human's lifetime. The brain can mend, but not produce new material.

His brain, though, endlessly rebuilds itself. Over time, all the little neurons that contain little pieces of each individual memory are being replaced by fresh blank cells. Eventually, there will be nothing of his past left. Nothing of himself left.

He already has to occasionally remind himself his own name.

He attempts suicide only once.

He stands over the edge of an active and violent volcano, in some land he never bothered to learn the name of. Enough time has passed that he could be back in the motherland for all he knows. The cities and forests are long gone, replaced by entirely different cultures. He wouldn't be able to recognize his home territory if he even bothered to try.

At the edge of the crater, he comes to stop, looking through the gases and steam to the boiling lava below. The ground rumbles underneath his feet. It won't be long before another eruption starts.

>>52584308
He stares downwards, then slowly reaches his hand up and digs his fingers into his own chest. Bone snaps, then gives way as he grabs something deep inside his body cavity. With a vicious yank, he tears the dark red object out and hurls it through the sulphur clouds.

He watches as his own heart disappears into the roiling lava.

He doesn't have to look down to know that his chest is whole once more. Already he feels his heartbeat restarting. Already he knows the truth of the matter.

There is no end.

He turns and slowly walks back down the mountain. The sole reason why he doesn't hurl himself in after his heart is that he doesn't want to spend eternity entombed in basalt.

And so he wanders. He wanders and he thinks. He thinks about not being able to die. He wonders how anyone could ever possibly want this.

He had been a damn fool.

He could be angry. He has reason to be. He has every reason in the world to hate the Demon. And its keeper. His own flesh and blood that had condemned him to this existence. He could hate them both so very easily.

But he doesn't.

It's pointless, after all. What's done is done. Nothing else to do but keep walking.

Keep wandering.

There are twelve other Demons. At any given time, there can be twelve other vessels. But there is only one true union.

This isn't immortality.

This is living human sacrifice.

And there is no end.

>>52580742

At first, they were blinded by the light. It took a fraction of a second for their augmented vision to adjust. The light wasn't bright, but compared to the near total darkness of the makeshift tunnel it was like stepping out into bright sunshine.

A chamber lay before them. As with the tunnel leading to it, the walls were mostly earth and rock, but here and there remnants of the concrete walls of the original structure were visible melded into the sides of the chamber. The maintenance room that had been here before had been torn apart, absorbed, assimilated - the space reformed into something larger, more open, to suit the needs of the new occupant.

The light was filtering down through a sizeable hole several metres above them. The rusting remnants of metal stairs hung on tentatively, bent and distorted in places by the forces that had torn through the wall of the former stairwell to open it up to the growth of the central chamber. Thick, woody roots grew through split concrete and wound around the railings, and vines hung down in tangled weaves. In some places pieces of building material had come away from the wall entirely and lay suspended in strangling nets of plantlife.

Bathed in the soft light coming from above, the sanctum bloomed. The floor of the chamber was carpeted in flowers of every colour and description, like a wild forest meadow from a landscape artist's most fevered, longing dream. Purples and blues clashed with yellows and oranges. Tall green stems bearing clusters of tiny pink flowers shared the space with orange blossoms the size of a fist, which shaded to red at the tips and looked like a snapshot of the first moment of an explosion. Wesker noted without looking down that his first step had crushed a group of cup-shaped flowers; crisp white petals with purple edges disappeared beneath his boot.

>>52585351

In the centre of the chamber there was a tree. It was possibly half as tall again as Wesker, but unlike the tree they had seen earlier, it did not look fully-formed. It had only a couple of branches, sprouting quite high up its trunk, and instead of being lush with leaves these branches as yet only carried little emerald buds at their very tips. It looked like a sapling.

It looked like a tree that intended to grow much bigger.

But all those details were incidental. The first thing both Wesker and Kira noticed as they adjusted to the light was the figure sitting at the base of the tree, in a little hollow made by the rising roots. It had horns - antlers, deer-like. They curved above it's head like a crown. The body was humanoid, more or less, but covered in short, white-grey fur that almost shone in the half-light. Its hands were simian, more like little monkey's paws than anything else, but its legs were backwards jointed and ended in elegant hooves like a deer's. The creator of the chamber sat cross-legged, eyes closed, with a look of serene contentment on its fox-like face.

The forest god's eyes snapped open, revealing round, amber irises. But it's expression did not change. Both Wesker and Kira met its gaze, and neither detected anything but a calm as deep and pure as a mountain spring on a windless day. Perhaps... perhaps there was a tinge of sadness in those eyes. But that was all. It sat there, unmoving, regarding the intruders patiently.

Wesker knew that he should be firing. He did not. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the barrel of Kira's carbine start to lower. Everything was so calm, so still. The only movement in the chamber was the long-stemmed flowers bobbing from side to side. All Wesker wanted to do at that point was sit down on the brightly coloured carpet, lay his weapons down, and rest. He knew Kira could feel it too, could see her grip on her weapon loosening.

>>52585389

But he kept his carbine raised, sights trained on the Elder Spirit.

Behind him, something cracked like wood splintering. He squeezed the trigger.

Instead of striking the forest god in the head, two of the four high-explosive rounds went into its shoulder and the other two impacted tree behind it. Damn - sights must have been jarred when he dropped the Miratech back in the tunnel. Wesker was processing this in the back of his mind, but even before the last bullet hit he was already turning, shouldering Kira aside hard as he did so.

He came round firing, Miratech carbine buzzing on full auto before he even fully registered what was behind him. It was the shape of a man, but only the very rough shape. And it was large - Wesker's head came up to about its chest. The high-explosive bullets peppered it, concentrated on its chest as Wesker by instinct trained his fire centre-mass. He barely had time to notice the bright flashes as the rounds exploded on the creature's skin rather than penetrating. A split second after he turned, the creature swung at him with an arm as thick as a tree-trunk.

Wesker was already backing up, firing as he did so, and the arm swept through the space he and Kira had been standing in a second before. Kira was just now coming to her feet, having turned her fall into a roll. Wesker realised the explosive rounds weren't having the desired effect, and switched to armour piercing. At this point, his mind caught up to his instincts and he started to assess what he was facing.

>>52585406

It was like a doll, a mannequin. Blank-faced, like the monkey-things, but anatomically a rough approximation of a man rather than an animal. Instead of the dark-green, rubbery skin of the other puppets, this creation of the forest god was a creature of wood and bark. It looked about the same shade and texture as the roots curling out in and out of the walls of the chamber, and then some part of Wesker noticed a hole in the wall behind the creature. It had been encased in the wall there, and had literally torn itself free when its master called it. The ragged ends of the roots that had fed it stuck out from the earth; severed umbilical chords hanging limply.

A part of Wesker noticed that the creature was still oozing sap-like blood from the points where the roots had been attached. It was newborn, unfinished even. But the rest of Wesker was busy fighting for his life - still backing away, he carefully placed shot after shot into the wooden puppet's body. The armour penetrating rounds at least damaged it, Wesker noted, as the creature jerked and twitched to the beat of the bullets entering its body. But they didn't seem to be slowing it down. His mag ran dry, but the next one was already in his hand in anticipation; he switched them out smoothly and efficiently.

The key to surviving combat was to stay calm.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kira on her feet and taking aim. She looked furious.

Together, the mercs sprayed the wood-creature with dozens of high-velocity, armour-piercing rounds. Unfortunately that didn't seem to have much of an effect, despite the runnels of sap leaking from its many wounds, and it kept coming at Wesker. Once again its huge arm punched out, forcing Wesker to dance back. It wasn't fast, but the merc had a hunch that if one of those blows actually connected he'd be dead, armour or no armour.

>>52585427

His carbine's chamber clicked on empty, and he went to switch the magazine again. Damn - how many rounds could this thing soak up? Kira had also run through her magazine.

'Wesker!' he heard Kira shout. 'Cover!'

'Oh shit - don't you dare...' but he knew it was already too late to stop her, and he was diving into the carpet of flowers even as she fired the grenade.

To give her her due, Kira placed her shot perfectly - on the ground right between the monster's feet. Wesker was close enough that if the grenade had hit any higher his prone form would have been sprayed with shrapnel. As it was, the concussion of the blast rattled his teeth, and clumps of earth rained down on his back.

A second later he was on his feet again, which was just as well because as he'd predicted the anti-personnel weapon hadn't brought down the behemoth facing him. The grenade had at least wounded the creature though. Several pieces of shrapnel had been driven into it, and more importantly a chunk of its leg was missing. It was still walking, but with a limp.

It was still moving towards Wesker, but now that its long stride had been cut short he had a little more room to breathe. He reloaded, and switched the carbine's fire-mode to alternate between HE and AP rounds - both would fire milliseconds apart, HE penetrating through the hole made by the AP. Hopefully. He took aim at the wood-creature's head.

As his finger squeezed the trigger the creature fell suddenly to one knee, as if exhausted, propping itself up on its hands. Because of this Wesker's first pair of shots missed, going over the creature's back. That was where the Miratech's now disabled auto-sight would have come in handy; Wesker sighed internally.

Maybe the damage the creature had sustained was finally catching up to it, but Wesker wasn't going to take any chances. He didn't hesitate as he aimed for the creature's head again and opened fire.

>>52582801
“Oh man. Thanks for being considerate Cat Boy.” Derrick says as he turned to face the other direction with the revolving office chair and slouched in a more relaxed pose. “Good to know you’re more considerate; frankly I thought we’d all just be doing this biker club thing just as a gig between friends and other motorcycle enthusiasts, never did I expect ANY elaborate criminal underworld crap.” And while Derrick was still relaxed, Haru held firm his metal staff weapon and approached Derrick as he continued. “Again, thanks for sparing me. And I’m sure you and even the authorities will find all the info in that laptop useful-”

Then Haru quickly spun the office chair Derrick was sitting on; which surprised Derrick, and Haru swung his weapon, hitting Derrick on the head as he fell to the ground with blood gushing from an inflicted wound.

“GAAAAAHHH!!! WHAT THE!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL-” Derrick exclaimed in shock and fear as Haru immediately dealt another strike to his head which knocked Derrick out. And more blood was gushing from his head.

“Sorry, but I ain’t taking any chances.” Haru said in an indifferent tone and begun bashing Derrick’s head with his metal staff till it was now another bloody mess, as Derrick Ramsey now lays dead. “…Thanks for the info I need and the key to the safe.”

Haru immediately begun taking all the spoils he can find and carry. Conveniently there was an empty dufflebag in the room, and then he went to the safe that used to belong to Oswin Webly and unlocked it to reveal the safe containing nearly five-hundred thousand credits and even some precious jewelry and expensive watches. He snagged all the cash and valuables in the safe, stuffing it in the dufflebag he found.

>>52586003
Next, Haru went to the laptop that Derrick unlocked, got a flashdisk he brought with him for such an occasion, inserted it into the laptop containing the information he needs and begun downloading it all to his flashdisk. After downloading the information containing the contact and location details of the bikers and their location hideouts and hangout joints he took out the flashdisk and was glancing at the office desk for something he needs that might be around, and he found it, some matchsticks. He took them and he even closed the top of the laptop and took it with him, placing it in the dufflebag that was also filled with the cash he looted even though he already downloaded the info he needs in a flashdisk.

He slung the loot-filled dufflebag around his body and carried it around as he went out of the office walked across the hallway connecting the main bar area with the garage and the office area. Haru went back to the bar area he busted in through seeing all the biker thugs and goons he killed earlier. He went back to bar area just to loot some alcoholic beverages for his self and even went as far as to raiding cash register for extra cash. “Tch, this ain’t even considered stealing or theft. These are criminal scumbags and thugs anyways; they probably stole this cash anyways.” Haru thought to himself as he stuffed the cash he looted from the register; he even examined the booze that was available to these bikers and saw mostly cheap beer and low quality brandy that could be bought easily in a convenience store.

But he did see a few high-quality whiskey and a couple bottles of sweet wine on the counter shelves, so he took the booze he liked and even a few more bottles of beer he saw till he couldn’t fit more in his dufflebag. After that he examined his surroundings.

>>52586221
Haru looked around the area seeing that this room is built with a wooden floor even though the outside façade of this joint was made with concrete, and then he looked back at the plentiful amounts of cheap booze at the counter shelves behind the bar where he looted the cash register. And he had an idea which he believes is helpful in covering his tracks against the pesky law enforcers who consider him hostile, he was going to use those alcohol to burn this place for the purpose of covering his tracks and make people think that this act of arson was caused by some rowdy drunken hi-jinks. So he begun opening up the bottles of cheap beer; which were very very plentiful, and began pouring it everywhere.

He began with the bar counter, pouring the cheap local brandy on it. Then he opened up the cheap beers and poured them on the wooden floor with each bottle, though he learned pouring each bottle individually was going to be a hassle and simply begun throwing the beer filled bottles around the bar area. Sounds of breaking glass filling the bar area and the smell of alcohol evident thanks to Haru’s more acute sense of smell, when after throwing all the beers on the ground he simply got the remaining cheap brandy bottles and spilled them around some corners he has not drenched with alcohol, he even poured the half empty alcoholic drinks the bikers were drinking earlier. He quickly got the match sticks he found earlier and lit up a match so he could ignite all the alcohol he poured everywhere before drying up.

And as he threw the lit match on the booze soaked wooden floor, it lit up almost like a bonfire and everywhere that was drenched in alcohol caught up in flames, even the bodies of the biker goons and thugs Haru killed earlier.

Haru immediately rushed back to the hallway to get to the garage where a parked vehicle was waiting for him.

>>52586448
Haru held to his dufflebag full of his loot as he rushed into the hallway to go to the garage area, he did almost forget the corpse of the biker-woman he killed in here. “Great forgot this bitch. Hope I could find some flammables in the garage to burn her.” Haru thought to himself as he did went into the garage but he also decided to inspect the van that Derrick tried to escape with, he saw the keys still in the ignition and decide to give it a go. And unlike in Derrick’s case earlier the van did start up as Haru turned the keys; much to his delight, and decided to leave the dufflebag and his metal staff weapon on the passenger seat beside the driver’s seat.

Haru looked around the garage and to he found a gasoline can which was quite full to the brim. He could use this to set up an even bigger flame to torch this place firmly. So Haru rushed back to the hallway to pour the gasoline on the dead biker-woman and even the chunk of her flesh that Haru bit off earlier, but Haru looked back at the bar area and noticed the flames have died down to his surprise. He went in to see parts of the area burnt, but not on a severe level.

“Ugh, great! I guess all that cheap booze ain’t flammable enough. Well good thing I got this diesel in hand.” Haru thought to himself again, but he simply went into the bar area and poured the gasoline. He went to the middle of the bar, poured the gasoline and traced it back to the hallway. Once that was done he got another match stick and lit it and threw it on the gasoline trail which quickly lit up and set fire to the bar area. This time much brighter and hotter and Haru’s nose wrinkled realizing just how more noxious petrol flame was.

Then he went back to the office area.

>to be continued again, will be done soon.

>>52585468

The shots hit, and the combined rounds managed to split great, rending wounds in the wood-beast's hardened skin. But it didn't put it down. Not even close.

With a great heave the forest god's puppet brought its arm up, tearing up a fist-full of soil as it did so. It stood, and as it rose it's arm swung, hurling the great clod of earth straight at Wesker.

He had no chance to avoid it. The titanic throw sent it speeding towards him with all the force of a freight train. If it had been rock or concrete instead of soil then he would have been pulped. As it was, his armour was probably all that stopped him from getting a set of broken ribs.

The impact hurled him backwards, and he landed heavily on the ground. The sanctum's blossoming carpet had seemed so soft a minute ago, but apparently it was a lot harder if you hit the back of your head on it. He could still hear Kira firing, somewhere far, far away.

His carbine was gone. He tried to push himself up, groggily, but the world seemed to be the wrong way up and he slipped. Hazily, he could see something large coming towards him.

'Wesker!' someone was shouting. 'Wesker, move!' Well, that was what he was trying to do, wasn't it? He was doing his best.

Another explosion rocked the chamber. For some reason this didn't stun Wesker further. Rather, it clarified the situation. There was a big, god-awful creation stomping towards him, and Kira had just let fly with another grenade, despite the fact that they were both far too close to safely use explosives. What the hell was it with her and things that go boom?

What the hell was it with that creature? It should be dead. Wesker finally managed to look up and focus. The still somewhat fuzzy image of the wood-creature was there in front of him - even after two grenade blasts and however many fucking bullets it was, the thing was still standing. Although now it had a crater in its side to go with the one in its leg.

>>52589269

What the hell would it take to bring this thing down? Plastic explosives, an anti-tank mine? Maybe he should have let Kira bring a rocket launcher.

Either way, it seemed probable that anything powerful enough to take the creature out would kill them along with it. This was simply too small a space to use weaponry on that scale. Even the breaching charge used in the confines of the tunnel had left them deaf and blind for a few moments.

Directed charge. Well duh.

'Kira!' Wesker tried to shout, spitting dirt. 'Kira, breaching charge.' Even as the words left his mouth he remembered that she'd already used hers. He started fumbling in his webbing, searching for his own. 'Use a breaching charge!' he called out again.

Kira was having her own problems at that moment.

With Wesker down and the fuck-huge wood monster advancing on him, Kira had desperately been trying to get the thing to turn its attention away from Wesker to her. That second grenade appeared to do the trick. The behemoth stomped round to face her.

Success. Although it was something of a mixed blessing.

Kira dropped to one knee to present as small a target as possible, ready to roll out of the way if the wood-monster tried to throw anything at her. That was it as far as her plans went, though. She was still letting off bursts with her carbine, but to very little effect. Normally her tactical thinking came down to "more grenades", but it didn't seem like that was going to cut it in this situation. Besides, she only had one left.

Wesker was down. She needed to think of something, fast.

The wood monster came towards her, bleeding, limping, still doggedly persistent. She might as well be throwing pebbles at it, for all the good her bullets were doing.

Then she heard Wesker's unsteady voice. 'Kira, breaching charge!' She heard him, but she was still concentrating on the creature coming towards her. 'Use a breaching charge!' Then she realised what he was saying.

>>52589292

She looked around just in time to see the disk come flying towards her. She dropped her carbine and caught it the palm-sized device with both hands, clutching it to her chest like a football. Standing, she armed the device with a flick of a button.

Shit, was she actually thinking about doing this?

Of course she was. When had she ever missed the opportunity to blow something the fuck up?

She grinned, and despite all the instincts screaming at her to stay as far away from those thick, crushing arms as possible she started running towards the wood monster.

It swung its fist. Almost in slow motion, it came towards her, with all the inexorable force of a wrecking ball. She feinted left, then skipped right, twisting her slender body around the incoming blow. It punched past her so close she thought she felt it brush her ponytail. Instant death avoided, with lightning-speed she ducked under its arm and jumped up.

With both hands she planted the breaching charge firmly high up on the wood-monster's chest, and dropped down again. The explosive stuck in place. Quickly, before beast could react, she rolled to one side and sprang up, running past it.

It turned. But that was the plan. She sensed the passage of air behind her as it swung at her back, but as it brought its fist down all it connected with was dirt. She was too fast for it. She was already past it, running towards Wesker, who was still only on his knees and looking none too alert.

Kira dived, tackling Wesker to the ground. She spared a split second to glance over her shoulder to make sure the wood-monster was still coming towards them. It was.

With a signal from her cybernetics, she remote-detonated the breaching charge.

Once again, the world went away.

>>52589314

The forest god's lair was bigger than the railway tunnel had been, but this time they weren't sheltering in the curve of the walls. Kira had her eyes closed and her face pressed firmly to the dirt, and she still saw the flash. And the noise - it went beyond sound into pure force.

Her back felt warm. Fortunately, it also felt intact.

A second after she detonated the explosion, she rolled off Wesker and opened her eyes. Blinking away the after images as she got to her feet, she saw the wood-monster.

Or rather, what was left of the wood monster.

It was still surprisingly intact for something that had just been on the receiving end of something designed to punch through concrete walls. That is to say, it hadn't been blown into itty-bitty pieces. But its chest was just gone. There was still just enough of its torso left to keep the arms in place, albeit barely held together with fibrous sinew. But everything between its shoulders was just empty space. There was no sign of its head.

Its knees buckled, and it collapsed. The impact shook the flood of the cavern.

It lay completely still on the blanket of pink and purple flowers.

Kira didn't smile. Seeing the creation lying there, amidst the blossoms, she didn't feel like smiling. Now that it was dead, she couldn't help but think about what it was she'd just killed. She'd never seen anything like it before; maybe she never would again.

But she wouldn't have been Kira if she didn't mutter under her breath: 'Scratch one fuck-huge wood-monster.'

She knelt down and hooked her arm under Wesker's shoulder, dragging him up. He looked concussed; hopefully his helmet had prevented a skull fracture. Kira whispered worriedly in his ear: 'Paul. Paul, can you hear me? Are you okay?' He muttered something. She leaned in closer to get a better listen.

'Watch for the target.' he repeated.

Shit.

>>52589412

His warning made her turn, but instinct was already moving her hand towards her revolver. Wesker fell to the dirt again as she lost her grip on him. She drew and fired from the hip in a split-second, striking the figure that had been coming up behind her in the gut. The pistol bucked in her hand, and she fired again, and again, until all six chambers were empty.

Long fingers closed about her wrists. She dropped the pistol. Eyes opening wide in surprise, she took it all in. The white fur, the horns. The damage to its shoulder where Wesker's first rounds had hit it - already healing, but the new growth looked more like a knot in tree bark than normal scar tissue. Even as she watched, the weeping holes she had shot in its stomach started to close.

She looked into its round, amber eyes.

It was the single most terrifying and ecstatic experience in her life.

In that instant, she felt its power flowing into her - through her wrists, up her arms, coursing through her body. She felt her scrapes and bruises start to heal. She felt injuries she didn't even know she had start to heal. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. She thought she felt her feet start to sink into the soil. She thought she felt the roots of all the other plants around her, woven into one vast network. Her body tingled, buzzed with the energy. It felt so good. She had never been so scared. She felt like she wanted to burst with the feelings inside her, burst into life. Burst into flower. Her skin was numb, and although she could only see it through the reflection into those deep, deep eyes, she knew her hair was changing colour, to a pink-purple blend. In places her skin was hardening, in others it was becoming petal-soft.

>>52591852

Looking into those sorrowful eyes she saw everything in that instant. She knew she would be welcome here in this garden. She knew that she would be cared for. She could sink her roots here, and this would be her home forever. She would never need another, for he/she would always watch over her. She/he would always love her. If only... if only...

She saw it all. It was so beautiful.

She saw Wesker rising up behind the Elder Spirit, machete gripped in both hands. She saw the blade come down.

She saw those round, amber eyes fall away.

As the head came away from the body, she felt the flow reverse. Life started draining from her as instinctively the Elder Spirit tried to draw on everything it could find to heal itself.

But that was all it was. Instinct. She could feel that there was no consciousness there anymore.

There was still life, though, struggling as life always did. Maybe, given time to heal, it could restore itself. If she let it take what it needed.

Kira pulled away. She snatched her wrists from its weakened grip, and stepped back.

The connection broken, the headless body dropped. It had scarcely hit the ground before the plants started sprouting. With nothing left to draw on, all of what energy remained was released. Kira stepped back again to avoid the flurry of growth. Within seconds the corpse had disappeared under a rainbow explosion of flowers. The little mound was awash with life for a moment, then it settled, and finally tranquillity returned.

Kira fell to her knees. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was shaking, but she couldn't tell if it was terror or sorrow that was causing it.

All she she was that she had never felt anything like that before, and never would again. Something was gone from the world that had been a part of it since the world was young, and although she had never known before today that it existed, she wasn't sure that she could live without it.

>>52591937

'Are you okay?' Someone said softly. 'Come on, look at me. Talk to me. Lucy, say something. Lucy!'

'Don't fucking call me Lucy.' she sniffled. 'It's Ms. Kira to you.' She heard a laugh. Blinking tears away, she opened her eyes and looked up.

Wesker was holding up the god's head, gripping it by the base of the horns. It's amber eyes were still open. Still staring. In the other hand he held the collapsible long knife. Still bloody.

He was studying Kira's face, and evidently he saw the look of horror there. Moreover, he interpreted it correctly.

'It'd be worth a lot of money.' he said uncertainly, as if he wasn't comfortable with the idea either.

Kira shook her head vigorously.

'Seriously, corporate would pay a huge bounty for something like this. Like, retirement huge.' He still remembered the days, fifteen years gone, when entire merc teams had gone off in search of the head of a god. It was rumoured to have great power - and they were serious rumours, i.e, they had serious money behind them.

Most teams returned empty handed, having been forced to destroy their target utterly in order to subdue it. The others simply hadn't returned. Only a clean decapitation would do it, and no one had ever got close enough and lived.

'Wesker, please. There's still a piece of its soul in there.' Kira was begging. Kira never begged, but she was begging now. 'Not enough to come back, not now - there's no danger in leaving it here. But enough for it to linger. At the very least, we can let it have peace.'

Wesker shrugged. 'Maybe you're right. Maybe we've committed enough blasphemies for one day. Well, maybe I have.' He looked down at his bloody machete.

He tossed the head on the mound. Within seconds it was covered by the flowers.

>>52592054

Both of them were silent for a moment. Kira couldn't take her eyes off the flowers, growing up bright and alive where the body of a god lay, resting at last.

Wesker's attention was divided between the mound, and Kira's purple-pink hair.

Finally, Wesker reached out his hand to Kira. 'Come up, up you get. We might as well go tell corporate the job's done.'

Kira took his hand, and rose. She was a little unsteady on her feet, and leaned on Wesker for support.

As they neared the tunnel, they took one last look back the chamber. The meadow still bloomed in all its riotous, vibrant glory. But the tree, the sapling, was already starting to die back, green leaf-buds turning brown as they watched.

Wesker sighed. 'You know, I'd forgotten just exactly what a shitty business this sort of thing is.'

'Wesker, Wesker listen.' Kira said softly. 'It knew. I think. I think it knew that it couldn't survive here. That its time had passed. I felt its longing. Its sadness. Because it knew that this was all just a dream.' She gestured at the gleaming chamber around them. 'It couldn't just give up, it couldn't just die - that wasn't what it was. But it was looking into my eyes - it must have seen you, reflected there, when you were about to...' she trailed off.

'Maybe.' said Wesker, thoughtfully. 'Maybe. I guess we'll never really know for sure though.' He started walking again, towards the tunnel, supporting Kira as she walked unsteadily beside him. 'I do know one thing though.' Wesker continued. 'Never again. Never a-fucking-gain. I'm sure I said that the last time, way back when. Should have listened to myself. I was young and stupid, but I was right about this.'

'You should always listen to your youngers and betters.' Kira said. 'Especially when they're you.'

Wesker laughed. 'Maybe you have a point.'

>>52592094

'Of course I do. I'm younger than you.' Kira grinned. She was feeling stronger. The shock was starting to wear off. She felt changed, but she didn't think it was the direct result of the forest god's power. Apart from the purple-pink hair - which was pretty fucking awesome - she didn't feel like there was any lasting physical effects. She just felt more... well, just more.

'You think you're better, too?' asked Wesker with a smile on his face. He felt the weight on his shoulders lift; Kira was walking on her own.

'I guess time will tell.'

'Eventually, it always does.' Wesker said thoughtfully. 'For everyone. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. But you can't stop it.'

Together, they walked out of the tunnel, into the future.

* * *

Later, Kira said on the subject of time: 'You might not be able to stop it, but you can at least slow it down. I hope I get a big, fat bonus for this gig, because I'm planning on having a fuckton of plastic surgery by the time I'm your age, and that shit's expensive.'


---- The End ----


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>>52469552

>The United Nations Vs. The Enlightened Brotherhood of Magi, Alchemists, and the Assorted Wise Professions

>Exhibits 6049-A and 6049-B

The photograph being displayed, as well as the accompanying video, were recorded on Twelfth of January, 2014 by Commander Hauser of the European Space Agency.

These exhibits show the recovery of an unknown object of arcane origins from Low Earth Orbit, first detected by SETI in July of 2013, and deemed potentially hazardous by the United Nations Metaphysical Security Council.

Prior satellite and telescopic examination of the object having proved inconclusive (See: Exhibit 6049-C), and lawful requests for scrying and consultations from the Enlightened Brotherhoods as well as its North American and Asian counterparts having been declined (See: Exhibits 6047-D, E, and F), the ESA was ordered to perform a reconnaissance and recovery mission.

Upon physical examination by Doctor Bradbury and Sage Jacquard about the International Space Station, the unknown object was determined to be of human arcane origin, and tentatively identified as the magically preserved remains of Aristione Manzolillo, colloquially known as the Dark Lord of Sardinia during his brief rise to power following the Second World War. (See: Exhibits 6047-G and H).

Before a second inquiry could be made of the Enlightened Brotherhood, the UNMSC was contacted directly by Ambassador High Wizard Master Alchemist
Doctor Boliver, who officially demanded the Object be immediately returned to its previous orbital position and vector for reasons of unspecified metaphysical security. A transcript of this meeting was recorded by the UNMSC head secretary and was signed by Ambassador Boliver (See: Exhibit 6047-I).

>>52593231

Based on the Ambassador's vague, but strongly worded request, the UNMSC ordered the return of the Object, which was performed by the ESA on January Fifteenth, 2014 (See: Exhibit 6047-J) without incident. Following this, the ESA team lead by Commander Hauser remained aboard the ISS performing secondary duties until returning to Earth on their original mission-end date, February 2nd, 2014.

Upon landing, Commander Hauser's team and their equipment were subjected to the standard post-mission psychiatric and physical examination, as an in-depth metaphysical examination. The UNMSC's lawful request for assistance from Enlightened Brotherhood with the examination was declined without response. (See: Exhibit 6047-J)

While the physical examination of Commander Hauser's team probed unexceptional, the psychiatric examination turned up some minor oddities in the mental health of Doctor Bradbury and Sage Jacquard. Specifically nervous tremula and mild paranoia in the case of Doctor Bradbury, and a marked increase in reaction time, cognitive ability, and linguistic ability in Sage Jacquard (See: Exhibit 6047-K). The following metaphysical examination of Doctor Bradbury revealed distinct signs of psychic manipulation (See: Exhibit 6047-L), but before Sage Jacquard could be examined an explosion of metaphysical origin damaged the quarantine facility, and Sage Jacquard vanished along with his two assigned guards. Security recordings of the event and the official After Action Report have been provided. (See: Exhibit 6047-M)

>>52593858

At the UNMSC's request, Europol launched a manhunt for Sage Jacquard, requesting assistance from Interpol, the Federation of American Tribes, and the United States of Canada. This manhunt continued for five days without result before it was called off at the request of Ambassador Boliver, who once again visited the UNMSC offices on February 7th, 2014, and made an official claim of responsibility for the manhunt on behalf of the Enlightened Brotherhood. A signed transcript of his meeting has been provided. (See: Exhibit 6047-N)

Reports on the following incidents which occurred in Cagliari, Glasgow, Rouen, Vancouver, and Gunnison have been cataloged, along with an in depth estimate of the economic, environmental, and human damage associated with them. (See: Exhibit 6047-O)

Following the aforementioned incidents, the United Nations launched an official inquest, which included input and analyses from several respected members of the metaphysical community, three of whom where also members of the Enlightened Brotherhood. The Inquest findings, which has been made available to you (See: Exhibit 6047-P), were that the entire series of events could have been easily and safely avoided if the Enlightened Brotherhood had responded to either of the prior requests from UNMSC for its assistance.

Finally, I'd like to present the United Nations Economic and Social Council's report on the total cost of the entire incident, starting with the ESA reconnaissance mission, and going on through the estimated cost of the ongoing humanitarian crisis in Cagilari. (See: Exhibit 6047-Q)

In summary, your honors, the high-handed actions of Enlightened Brotherhood in regards to what has been dubbed the Cagilari Incident, which directly violated the laws and agreements which it is privy to, caused an estimated eleven billion euros in damage to non-magical society.

Moving on, I'd like to present Exhibit 6050-A, which the more magic-savvy of you may recognize as a "Monkey's Paw"...

>>52592241
I'm the guy from earlier.

I didn't know what to expect. But damn, I'm glad I kept reading.

>>52595190
Thanks! I know it was kinda long, I'm glad it was worth the read. Incidentally, what did you expect?

Questions for anyone who happens to read it: did the dialogue feel natural? Also, just in general were there bits you thought worked well and others that worked not so well?

>>52586686
Then he went back to the office area with the gas can still in hand. Haru began pouring gasoline around the office area, from the floors to the furniture itself to intensify the flames. Haru even poured gasoline on Derrick’s dead body and after dousing the office, he went out, lit another matchstick and threw it at the gasoline-drenched floor which caught fire and set whatever was soaked in gasoline aflame.

As Haru was back out to the hallway he poured all the remaining gasoline in a trail starting from the office, then he connected the gasoline trail back to the still furiously burning bar area, and then he went passed the dead biker-woman and also connected the gasoline trail by pouring more gasoline on her. Then the trail ends as the large gasoline can was now empty as all of its contents are used up to set fire on this building. So Haru threw the empty gas can across the gas drenched hallway, lit up another matchstick one more time and threw the lit match on his end of the gas trail. And then it lit up on flames, as Haru can see the flames moving across the gas trail he made, which moved to the bar area to further strengthen the burning there and into the office area where Derrick Ramsey’s body lays.

“Good, that’s enough for tonight.” Haru said to himself with a smile as he jogged back to his waiting vehicle. He quickly got to the driver’s seat, checked the seat beside him to see the dufflebag filled with his loot and his metal staff weapon just sitting on it. He revved up the engines and hit on the pedal as the van’s engine roared and went full speed and rammed through the garage door. Haru hit the brakes to make a turn out of here and glanced back at the biker’s HQ, seeing the flames intensify and big plumes of black smoke coming out of the building. And Haru stepped on the pedal again and made his way out there.

>>52598035
It was five in the morning as Haru walked back to his apartment block in a suburban sub-division outside of Dayport City. He came trudging towards the apartment block where his unit is located as he proceeded to head home after a night of vigilantism and his own brand of justice. But he had to proceed home on foot as he had to get rid of the van he used as a get-away vehicle from that Biker’s hangout spot, which was an HQ for rising Biker Gang. Haru disposed of the vehicle by driving out of city limits of the town his mission took place in and drove to an isolated area where no one would see or notice him and then torched the vehicle he used because it just so happened that there was another jerry can of gasoline in the back of the van he used. So he used it all to set the temporary vehicle he used on fire to help rid of any further evidence or clues of his involvement.

And then made his long way back home while carrying the dufflebag that contained his loot and managed to hitch a ride to another town without raising suspicions by removing his latex mask and setting cowl of his hoody. While on way home he simply made an excuse that the reason why he carries around a metal staff is not because he actually uses it as a weapon, but just as “walking stick” of sorts. Though he was glad not to encounter any cops who’d question him being out so late at night. And once he made it to another smaller obscure town he got a taxi ride and headed for the suburban area he lives in outside of the Dayport City, the main capital city of Dayport State.

Thus Haru breathes a sigh of relief for another mission of his well done, making his way to the apartment complex which houses his unit, able to greet one or two neighbors who wake up early and finally made his way to his apartment unit and placed the dufflebag down on a couch.

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>>52595894
>kinda long
Anything good is rarely short.

>what did you expect?
Like I said earlier, I did not know. However, I was at odds with wanting an epic battle between the deity and the duo, a twist ending with both of the protagonists (or all parties involved) dead, and a possibility of one in which it became Kira vs Wesker. It almost looks as if you toyed with the last idea yourself.

>natural dialogue
Yes and no. The banter between them felt easy, like they'd been together for longer than you imply, and their combat dialogues (you know what I mean) works very well for a team that has worked explicitly for quite some time. Also, Wesker seems to snap out of his concussed state remarkably quickly.

>in general, pros and cons
You switched between their respective POV often, and it seemed to correlate between post breaks. It didn't seem like 3rd person omniscient, felt relatively natural while you posted in spurts, but when read straight from beginning to end I can't easily say the same. I'm now at work, so time is short.

Your use of visual is outstanding. That 'bit' where you forgot to add the descriptions of your characters fleshed them to a degree that you really only need once, and I'm glad you wrote it in.

Their kit is skipped over a bit (then again I'm a gear queer faggot kommando, so take that as you will) but the important aspects of their tools were spot on. I could nitpick and say something about carbine only being a length of blah blah blah, but that's both retarded considering the setting and a bit meanspirited because at this point I'm trying to make it look like I'm being constructively critical while not being a dick or sucking yours.

Your casual mention of cybernetics makes it seem also that you could expand upon some of those things, but you didn't. Why? What were their implants/augments?

Lastly, Kira's comment on time seemed...just completely out of place. I can't put my finger on it, but it just seems wrong without a bit more context.

>>52599147
Haru begun stripping his clothes and tossed his “hero-vigilante” costume into a vacant laundry bin which he’ll be washing it later as he was now in his boxers. He decided to flip the TV on and stick to the local news, at first it was just showing about some local and national and international politics he could care less about and waited to see if the actions and outcome of his mission last night would make the news. So he went to the kitchen and readies some hot water on an electric kettle as he would make coffee but decided to take a shower first as he could tell the smell of gasoline, dried blood and ashes was on him.

Though the people around him never noticed or could tell he specifically reeked of the smell of diesel, ashes or even blood and they all thought he simply smelled bad, it’s just his more acute cat smell makes it clearer. So if there were people with very sensitive and acute sense of smell or other Nekojin around Haru might have attracted some suspicions. And thus begun his bath for about twenty minutes and after that bathing of water, extra soap, shampoo and deodorant he was spick and span as he donned simple house clothes which was a tank top and some shorts. Haru noticed the electric kettle was steaming which indicated his hot water for coffee was ready and made himself a cup to his delight.

And as he was sipping his coffee he got back to the living room and saw the news was about to make a report on a burned out building in the town of Saatnes of Dayport State.

“A fire has broken out on a building in the town of Saatnes, Dayport State. The building was located on the low class area part of town as locals and authorities have learned that this mere building was a hangout joint for the infamous biker gang; ‘The Bikers of Dayport.’”

Haru grinned as he took a sip of his coffee and slightly increased the volume of the TV listening on.”

>>52601124
Thank you, this is some really useful feedback.

>like they'd been together for longer than you imply
It's good that you pointed this out because I hadn't noticed it. In my head Kira is 21 and Wesker is 39, and they've been together for two or three years. I didn't state that explicitly because I don't think the audience needs everything spelled out for them and I thought people could pick this up from the ancillary details I gave (like the reference to Kira being seriously wounded in Durodyne's basement complex, which implied that they'd already been through some serious shit together), but now that you say it I could have made it a little clearer.

>You switched between their respective POV often
I didn't want an omniscient narrator because especially when it comes to combat it helps get people into the action if its told from the perspective of the people fighting. Surprises are also important in combat scenes. And as it was a duo I didn't want to privilege one of them over the other by picking one perspective. I tried to switch between them based on who the action was focused on at that particular point.

>Their kit is skipped over a bit (then again I'm a gear queer faggot kommando, so take that as you will)
There was so much stuff that I wanted to put in that I missed either because of time and pacing constraints or simply because I forgot. I wanted to put in more details about their cybernetic amour but I simply didn't get round to it. (If I ever do a second draft of this I'll say it's feeding them data about the environment and their own vitals). I hope it came across that Wesker was getting the feed from the sensor drone sent directly to his brain through his helmet (the sensor drone being another piece of equipment that didn't get as much attention as it should have).

>>52606460

>Also, Wesker seems to snap out of his concussed state remarkably quickly.
Again, this had occurred to me and then I just forgot to include the line about Wesker's vision still being a little fuzzy around the edges as he limped towards the tunnel supporting Kira.

>Lastly, Kira's comment on time seemed...just completely out of place.
I have a habit of wrapping up my stories just a little too neatly with a one-liner. Here especially I felt that Kira's personality demanded something else, that she would break the seriousness by saying something glib. If I was working with film or TV it would have faded to black on Wesker's 'you can't stop time' comment, then it would have cut back in so Kira could say 'Fuck that, I'm gonna live forever.' As it was, I didn't quite know how to translate that into prose so I just did the best I could (and by the end I was pretty fucking tired so I didn't have much to draw on).

>It almost looks as if you toyed with the last idea yourself.
Actually the ending I came closest to was one where either Kira or Wesker would die. Either Kira would hesitate and the god would mortally wound Wesker, or Kira would distract Wesker from landing the final blow and the god would lash out and kill her. Partly I didn't go with that because it felt a little cheap, partly because it didn't fall out that way. Honestly, I don't generally plan in advance - I just let the narrative flow and then go with what seems most natural when I get to it, based on what I've already established about the characters and the setting.

>Your use of visual is outstanding.
Thank you. I felt it was really important to get the feel of the environment right, more than anything else, given the beautiful picture I was working from. I hope the textures and feelings all came across clearly.

All in all, thank you for taking the time to comment and give good feedback. I'm just happy when someone actually reads my stories, but you've been really helpful.

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>>52594403
Good to see you again shoggy. As always, you give us good stuff.

Only minor complaint is that
>the Federation of American Tribes and the United States of Canada
offends my history and geography autism.

>>52602273
The news report began. “As currently known, authorities have figured that a fight broke out in the Biker joint, followed by an act of arson. As police and forensics have found numerous burnt dead bodies, there are about six dead bodies found with gunshot wounds, indicating a slight fire fight took place yet only one automatic firearm was found in the scene. The seven other dead bodies in the scene sustained injuries inflicted via blunt force trauma some those seven bodies; asides from being charred, had their skulls smashed and heads caved in. One corpse which was determined to be female was also found among the charred bodies and according to the police, she may have not only been associated with the Bikers of Dayport, but she died from bleeding to death as part of her neck has been torn off from what appeared to be a bite from a vicious animal. This suggests who ever attacked the bikers in that establishment had the assistance of a tamed beast.

But the most gruesome sight of all was a severed head of a person found within the premises and the forensics teams have identified the severed head belonging to Oswin Webly, founder and leader of the Dayport Bikers. Which explains the headless body found in a dumpster miles away from this town of Saatnes. The attack on this biker’s joint, the murder of several members and their leader itself suggest this may have been the work of a possible rival gang, or perhaps an act of vigilantism. A majority of the people in a neighboring block who live near the burnt out biker’s building could not point out nor suggest a possible assailant themselves, but one witness and resident of the neighboring block did say h witnessed an acrobatic person jumping from roof to roof and scaling down the buildings and attacking the bikers.

And that the assailant; according to the only witness, was a ‘Cat-like Person.’"

>>52612627
The reporter continued. “-Meaning it could have been none other than the ‘Catboy Hero or Vigilante of Dayport’ but authorities are still considering that the attack and arson may have been the work of a possible rival gang. And that investigation is still ongoing whether this was the act of the Catboy of Dayport in another act of vigilantism or the work of a rival gang, more on this story soon.”

Haru gave himself an approving nod and took another sip of his coffee and the news reporter moved on to another news story. “In other news, at Darlington State the White Scarf has once saved the day for a family.” As this was said Haru’s ear perked up as he set aside his coffee in a table and began focusing again on the TV, listening to the news report.

“Just last night several heavily armed suspects managed to break in a mansion inhabited by a wealthy family of five and fought off the sentry gun security systems in the mansion with their weapons in an attempt to make a heist. But just when the heavily armed bandits where about get their hands on the family and wealth, the White Scarf; as seen here in this surveillance footage from the cameras in the mansion.” The news feed showed CCTV footage of the inside of the aforementioned mansion’s entrance which also showed a few of the armed thugs. Then what appeared to be a smoke grenade was thrown in from outside and detonated a large cloud of white smoke as the criminals began panicking and shooting wildly on the smoke. Then the White Scarf was seen appearing from the side and begun beating up the armed goons, only for the footage to end when another criminal came in and tried to shoot the White Scarf, only for a stray shot to hit the camera ending the recorded footage.

“As you can see folks, the White Scarf came in by throwing a smoke bomb to confuse the goons and catch them off by surprise.”

>>52612847
The reporter continued as Haru still watched on. “Unfortunately that is all you could see as a shot from one of the raiding criminals hit the camera, as the other cameras at that mansion were not able to record what transpired. But fortunately the suspects were beaten and bound by the White Scarf, saved and ensured the safety of the wealthy family that resided on that mansion and was gone before the authorities arrived and apprehended the suspects. The family was grateful for the White Scarf in saving their lives and their home from a would-be heist-”

Haru decided he heard enough as he quickly lowered the volume of the TV. “Ooohhh!!! Real heroic there Scarf. You establishment-puppet!” Haru started to rant to himself. “How funny, before the White Scarf was just like me; a vigilante and super-hero wannabe who rides around in their fancy vehicle, patrolling the streets, fighting crime here-and-there and dishing out a can of whoop-ass. BUT what they do is illegal because it takes advantage of the law or whatever reason the Feds come up with.

But all of a sudden around two months ago when Darlington City itself found out its previous police chief was a corrupt bitch who was under the payroll of an equally bitchy ass crime-boss all thanks to the efforts of the White Scarf. SUDDENLY HE’S THE FRIEND AND THE HAND OF THE AUTHORITY HERE-AND-THERE! What’s the matter authority!? Need the help of vigilantes all of sudden!? I thought what we did was illegal! And now!? NOW!?”

Haru’s temper was already flaring but he suddenly stopped his self-rant, begun breathing for awhile. And then calmed down, putting an end to his personal tirade.

“Bah fuck it! Why the hell am I ranting like this anyway? So what if the Scarf decided to be the authority’s lap dog? I myself have got things of my own to do.” Haru reasoned to himself as he now walked to the chair he left his dufflebag full of loot at from last night’s mission.

>>52612989
Haru got the dufflebag and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch he was sitting on earlier and opened it up. “I’ll save these babies for some other time. Maybe I’ll have one bottle opened later for tonight?” Haru said to himself as he got some of the high-end liquors and whiskey he looted from that biker’s joint from last night. And then he got the laptop that he also acquired from last night and set it down the coffee table. “Hmmm, ran out of batteries during sleep mode, I’ll get my buddy Jill to have this one cracked so I don’t have to guess whatever password’s locking this.” Then Haru looked for the flashdrive that he was able to insert into the laptop he acquired last night to copy all that info about the other members of the Bikers of Dayport and other locations and hideouts belonging to them. He found it tucked under the plentiful five-hundred thousand credits he looted and looked onto it.

“Alright, thinking time… Should I secretly hand over this to the cops and let them utilize all this info? It has the names of the other biker gang members throughout the state and the addresses of other properties and locations belonging to them. Or shall I use this for myself and whoop those remaining biker’s asses, and let the state of Dayport be aware of what I’m capable of? ...”

Haru pondered to himself for a moment but decided to think about it later. “Hmmm, you know? I’ll think about some other time. For now I think I deserved myself a break. *yawn* And good thing this coffee I drank is decaf.” Haru said to himself with another yawn and drank up what’s left of his decaf coffee.

“Also I could go on a little bit of shopping with all this cash I got from last night.” He let out another yawn as he got the TV remote and switch the TV off, thus ending his day sleeping on the couch. Sleeping like a cat.

>Fin

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So yeah another story by me set place in the same universe as the White Scarf.

Some of y'all who're still reading this story should also read the White Scarf just in case, so that some you may get the references and context.

>https://1d4chan.org/images/5/5b/TheWhiteScarf.png

And Chronicler, if you see this and working on including this week's stories in the 1d4chan wiki page, just wanted to also let you know this story from for this week is set place in the same world/setting as the White Scarf.

Plus while this thread's still up, what do you readers think of this one?