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It is a sunny evening. Two people were walking in the empty streets at a neighbourhood. "Sarah, the arcade at that mall is really fun. Are you okay?" The man looked at the bandage on his girlfriend's right arm. "I am fine, bro. I just smell something tasty." He became confused as her whole body turned paler. "Sarah?" The now zombified girl stared at her boyfriend in the eyes. "No. This can't be!" The poor man tried to run away but the girl bit his leg after opening a manhole. He ends up being dragged to the sewers below by his undead friend. The only witness to this occurrence is a succubus standing on top of an electric pillar. "I hope those two people can still remember their love for one another as zombies." She flew away into the sky after grabbing a dead crow in the wires and eating it.

Lorenial wrote:-snip-

[Illys smiles at the masked man.] No problem. None at all. [With that, she swings her hand in a wide arc in the direction of the RDC operatives, sending shards of razor-sharp bone fragments flying from her wrists; a twist of her mind disengages the operatives' T-shields and allows the biological shrapnel to find their mark. Several operatives fall to the ground as blood sprays from their arteries, while the rest hurriedly disengage and attempt to retreat. Illys presses the advantage, moving in the direction of the clearing where the Gray and RDC-SF ships are.]

[The RDC-SF team leader activates his communications device to a private line going straight to Director Kelariko's office.] Sir, the carnomancers are not neutral, we need backup now!

Order knights of America wrote:-snip-

[A communications device chimes in General Okshed's technical center.] General. This is Director Kelariko. We have a problem.

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[Deep within the winding corridors of the Nahum, locked within a cell with triple-failsafe protocols, the lone survivor of the thaumic gassing of the Masoperdermites sits chained to a chair. She does not move, but gazes plaintively towards the one-way glass of her enclosure as though able to see the researchers standing before it.]

???: Who am I?

Researcher Romero: We were hoping you could tell us that, Subject 1.

???: [Cocks her head] Why am I here?

Romero: You don't remember? You were the only one to survive the battery of tests. The gas, the implantation, the submergence, the vivisection. You are not who you once were. We have extracted something new. We only need you to tell us what that is.

???: [She lowers her head, and begins to shake. An inhuman keening fills the room. Blood seeps through her neck and rolls down in rivulets over her clean white medical gown.]

Order knights of America wrote:

As the man and Illys stood before the combination of Grays and RDC personel, The grays were raising their rifles before they were skewered behind. they fell down, thudding against the ground. one of them was recording the battle that formerly was ongoing sending a live broadcast to General Okshed's technical center. the lenses on the helmet zoomed onto the pair before the gray became motionless.

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At Odenava, Kai and his men were finally given the order to prepare for battle. past the trench line, the sounds of machinery at work screeched in a high-pitched scratching noise as the order artillery adjusted their sights. after moments of orders being exchanged the Artillery of the Order would sound off its tremendous symphony of the wrath of God. the trenches were filled with a high-pitched screech of the whistle before several soldiers went over the top of the trench. War cries erupted as the artillery continued its creeping barrage. The ground shot into the air with every shell breaking the ground it landed on and unleashed its lethal blows. The Grays hunkered down in their positions as the Artillery suppressed their positions from being entirely useful to stopping the counterattack.

Soon Kai and his group were finding themselves at the front of the trench as the sounds of battle were ongoing. He could see the blares of distant light and hear the echos of plasma and machine gun fire along the horizon. The Artillery behind him had been shooting so much the barrels glowed a hot red as the crew were loading shells still. it had been only 30 minutes and the artillery had managed to fire at least 10,000 shells, at least what Kai's suspected.

"More to the left-!!" Sounds of footsteps trashing to the muddied ground erupted as gunfire soon followed. "How many is that now?" Kai's voice said as he fired at another group his eyes barely saw, the mist of gunfire and plasma makes it seems like every alien gun was akin to a charge of symphonic choirs. "You've been keeping count still?!" Tony's voice shouted as he threw another grenade. Another artillery barrage can be felt, the sounds deafening. "We've been here for barely an hour, those guns need to recharge sooner or later." Willingham stated as he eyed a grey soldier over the scope of his gun and fired. "We need to do something."

"Unless you guys have a plan, better spill it-" a plasma shot tore off one of the mercernaries arm. "Aghhh!" Kai and Willingham grimaced as they looked at the scene. "Miller! Take a group and try to see if you could flank those putes."

Miller looked at him as if he was crazy but reluctantly nodded. "Of course, gotta be me that goes into hell first." He took some of the men and waited for an opening from the rest.

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[Somewhere in a forest as a figure is staring at the ships above the atmosphere of Odenava]

"How is the test?"

"Proceeding as planned, master."

"Once the veil is lifted, these pests shall be dealt with."

Greater Angelus wrote:[Illys smiles at the masked man.] No problem. None at all. [With that, she swings her hand in a wide arc in the direction of the RDC operatives, sending shards of razor-sharp bone fragments flying from her wrists; a twist of her mind disengages the operatives' T-shields and allows the biological shrapnel to find their mark. Several operatives fall to the ground as blood sprays from their arteries, while the rest hurriedly disengage and attempt to retreat. Illys presses the advantage, moving in the direction of the clearing where the Gray and RDC-SF ships are.]

[The RDC-SF team leader activates his communications device to a private line going straight to Director Kelariko's office.] Sir, the carnomancers are not neutral, we need backup now!

[A communications device chimes in General Okshed's technical center.] General. This is Director Kelariko. We have a problem.

"I shall take three of the ships then, on my signal your 'people' shall have its exit way to this sidestage we are in." the masked man walks to one of the ships as his two summoned creatures vacate his sides. "Time is of the essence, every second we waste is a stage without its entertainment." he said laughing to himself.

All was proceeding as planned, of course the extra stagehands were of use also...his master would always encourage more variables to each play.

hello.. moved here because communist bloc is too big, the level at which discussion takes place in their rmb + discord leaves me cold + i like 2hu's. it was this, "Karma" or "Gay"

my nation's fiction is that it's a transitional revolutionary government in the basque country that ends up hijacking a good chunk of southern europe through dual power/subversion/subterfuge/sheer force of will and making it middle income second world degrowth and Soy. more than it already is, even. 'political freedoms' is in the toilet rn bc we are doing too much DEI legislation

for example. im at a marxist reading group prima facie we were gonna discuss lenin's 'imperialism' but too many people called out sick so instead we r plotting to read a slate of shorter articles next time bc this is meeting two on 'imperialism'. Patchouli Knowledge is sitting with us but i can't attach pictures

i'm really about this

Sorioneku wrote:hello.. moved here because communist bloc is too big, the level at which discussion takes place in their rmb + discord leaves me cold + i like 2hu's. it was this, "Karma" or "Gay"

Welcome aboard!
Come for the snacks, stay for how quiet this place is at times.

Three explorers are travelling cheerfully through the Forest of Dark Spirits. "Sis, I have always wanted to go to Lescatie. Their apple jam tastes good." The dark mage chuckled. "Uh. I doubt they will accept us monsters. Is that?" A girl stood besides the guards near the walls of the capital city. "There is Wilmarina! Quick! Do something, elder brother!" A zombie pointed his big club at the woman. "Thou seemed to be ignorant of what has happened." A pair of wings sprouted from the back of the girl and her old knightly armor broke down only to reveal a black gown beneath. "How could the humans' greatest hero become a monster?" The 2 guards leered at the newcomers, revealing that they are skeletons who had a degree of consciousness.

Sorioneku wrote:my nation's fiction is that it's a transitional revolutionary government in the basque country that ends up hijacking a good chunk of southern europe through dual power/subversion/subterfuge/sheer force of will and making it middle income second world degrowth and Soy. more than it already is, even. 'political freedoms' is in the toilet rn bc we are doing too much DEI legislation

Hello there and welcome to realm of gensokyo where it's inhabitants sometimes making a mess but always lurking in the shadows when it's peaceful.

Several dark clouds covered the skies above Lescatie, giving an impression of eternal nighttime. "Elder sister, right now am I dreaming?" The dark mage pinched her incubi stepbrother's cheeks. "Of course not, you dummy!" The entrance gate of the capital city seemed to be opened by itself. As monsters, the explorers could see a phantom using her power to open the gates. "Welcome to Lescatie, dear visitors. Till we meet again next time!" Wilmarina leaps into the sky using her wings. "Sis, I thought she would be our tour guide. What important matters does she have to attend now?" The dark magician whispers to her stepbrother's ear, causing his face to turn red. "Huh? She needs to do what?! Nevermind, it is really a common thing for the majority of monsters after all. Isn't that right, big brother?" The duo was confused as the zombified brute was nowhere to be seen. "He probably wandered off by himself a few while ago. It reminds me of our old friend Herbert who parted ways with the three of us when we were still humans. I hoped he is fine." The duo entered the city, unaware that their sibling had gone to fish in a lake at the north of the undead realm.

A young guy was walking among the ruins near the Tronmail village when he saw a pretty woman rummaging through the archaic ruins for firearms. "Good evening, my fair lady. What are you doing here?" He accidently grabbed a cow tail. "Owie! That is my tail!" The odd cow lady turns around and the man blushes. "Fufufufu~ It is embarrassing. Why do I feel my heart throbbing furiously?! Please be mine!" The man begins to run back to the village as the holstaur runs after him. "Why does it always have to be me? First, it was the damned dark elves! Out of nowhere, a strange elven lycanthrope chased me after the dark elves left me alone. Today, a lady with a pair of cow ears. Oh God." He saw a demonic woman blocking his path. "Someone please help me!" The scared man ran towards the nearest house on the tiny town. The door opened and a hand grabbed him inside. "Ow! Who is there?" A sweet voice came from behind him. "Don't be a scaredy cat. I won't bite you." The man saw a woman standing next to him as the oil lamp was lit. "Thank you for rescuing my butt, lass. What is your name? You seem familiar." The tall dhampyr smirked. "I am Alameria Crescentria but you can call me Merry if you want." The man extended his hand. "Name is Herbert. I was a traveller from Polove. During my journey, one of the merchants I met says my homeland was corrupted into a damn demon realm by an elementalist. Not long after, I got lost on my way to here and faced many dangers from the local monsters. My soul would have been snuffed away if you didn't save my butt back then. I truly owe my life to you, madam." The dhampyr sits on one of the beds in the room. "No need to thank me. That is my job after all. By the way, did you meet a holstaur and a blue demon on your way here?" Her guest gulped. "Uh? Yeah. How did you know? They are definitely searching for me to do weird stuff." The dhampyr chuckled. "Hey. It is fine as you will sooner know them both better. Both of them are my good pals by the way." The door opened and the bloke's fears came true. "Ayy! Did you miss me, hubby?" While the dhampyr lies on the bed, the duo walk towards the man. The blue demon looks at the man. "I like energetic men, sweetie. You gave me quite a trouble back there." The dhampyr pulled the guy to the bed and kissed his cheeks. "At least they aren't those damned elves." The bloke faints shortly after. The last things that he saw were the blue demon and the holstaur lying to his right on the next bed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACE-O7-g1fg ;O;

The storm rages on outside the window. However, that didn't stop the dark matter to read stories for her soulmate as the man drifted off to sleep. "He is already asleep. I heard that he has a friend who went on a journey with three other explorers. They would be in for a very pleasant surprise if they will return here. Polove is a monster realm now." The monster closed the book and stared blankly at the sky through the window.

The withered leaves are swept away by the chilly wind. "Just another day to collect some materials." A woman climbed out of her underground facility after pushing away a stone block above the stony stairs beneath the ground. "It is really a good thing I usually set up my research facilities on undead realms since those realms have no shortage of body parts." She puts the block above the big hole and shifted her gaze towards a nearby pile of dusty old firearms. The amount of pistols and flamethrowers on the pile seemed to decrease so much in a few days. "It seems the local men really like the firearms that I handed over to them. Even the (formerly human) grandchild of the late village elder collected many of them. This reminds me of that time I introduced fire to the ancient humans on another world." She walked towards the tiny town and went inside the nearest house that she finds. "Damn. All that talk about never meeting your heroes since they would surely disappoint you is silly." The woman took the sleeping man after she had stored the resources in small vials. She carried him on her back as she walked back to her lab.

A person wakes up in an abandoned research facility. "Is my time machine successful?" He begins to wander around the derelict building in search for any other person. Throughout the way, he sees many skeletons lying on the floor. Some of them had lab coats. "This site was probably where a shoddy experiment was conducted." The individual stumbled upon a freezing pod. "What the heck is this thing really?" He kicked it and the top of the machine opened. A woman emerged from the pod. "It does work after all..." The perplexed researcher's eyes become wider. "Sandra? Is that really you?" The woman shifted her attention towards the man. "Jerry?" Both humans hugged each other. "It has been a long time. What would we do next?" The person held his cousin's hand. "I have an idea." Both people exited the derelict laboratory and walked into the thick forest. As they travelled through the crimson forest, the Harbinger watched over the accursed land from the cosmos.

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