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10 months ago
My grandfather enjoyed woodworking; in his retirement he would make decorative bears and hiking sticks to sell to locals and every so often someone would commission a work. He enjoyed that type of work. My father was a machinist; he worked with steel, aluminium, iron, and brass most of the time. I think my father enjoyed it most of the time, but I doubt he enjoyed being in the shop during the musty heat of the southern summer without so much as a shop fan. I learned what I could from both of them but I was always interested in something greater. Materials to surpass steel and machines made from it to have greater use to everyone.

I wouldn't call myself a magnate or a tech giant or anything so gaudy as the news people love to post in the headline; I would say I'm just an engineer and business man. I've worked hard; moved from working at repair shops to becoming stable in my own financial endeavors to starting my company. The culmination of not only my own knowledge, skills, and experience but of others who specialize and innovate within the field is always a great source of pride for me. The goal is, as always, to implore that spirit - that special little characteristic that sets a new model apart from the old. We hope it shows, perhaps not always to the untrained eye but certainly to others in the field, that we are the best at what we do - and we're always striving for something greater that makes each new robot better than the last. With that said, ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce our newest ground model defense machine: PRINCE.

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10 months ago
"I have bad news," said SSGT Ampers. The Colonel sighed, today had been mostly good news - he knew it had to balance out. "Colonel--" the sergeant was cut off by the Colonel raising his palm - "A moment... Alright," the Colonel let his shoulders down, "I'm ready."

"The lieutenants'...your sons' transport went down over enemy lines about an hour ago. 06-03," the sergeant gulped, "Hostiles have been spotted in the area - it's likely they were the ones...Colonel?" The Colonel was shaking, but held a stern face.

Trying to sound clear, but failing, "What needs to be done?" the Colonel proceeded.

SSGT Ampers couldn't bare to say more - he switched gears and clicked his boots together, reporting as formally and emotionless as possible: "Sir, Because of the unlikelyhood of survival," the sergeant almost paused too long, "and the fact that a large number of the enemy have been confirmed on site - there is a request to fire upon the enemy, sir."

Who knew hell could get worse? the colonel thought. "Light 'em up. Try to concentrate fire away from the wreckage as best you can and if there's even a hint of unusual movement around the site, I want a medevac ready to go that instant." the colonel ordered.

"Yes, sir!" the sergeant confirmed. Just as he was about to close the door and leave the colonel, SSGT Ampers saw the colonel take out a bottle of whiskey from his desk. After getting the colonel's orders squared away the sergeant let everyone know not to bother the colonel unless absolutely necessary. I'll check on him later tonight...just in case, he thought.

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10 months ago
*bear not bare

**as in bear a burden not as in shave a bear to bare it.

Are these going to continue and wind up related or are you just using the thread to post writing blurbs?

The second one works on its own as a flash fic. The first one I think you must have posted somewhere before, it feels like an opening with a good hook but still just an opening.

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10 months ago
there's some relation. first one was posted elsewhere a while ago - needed a thread for more so they're not spread out over the forums in case people want to find them.

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10 months ago

oh cool another bot story

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8 months ago
Commended by mizal on 8/27/2019 12:49:17 AM
In a dark alley of Shanghai, China, there's a night club notorious in underground crime circles. The Big Apple - the main hub of organized crime in East Asia. The beat of the club music rang in Mayana's ears as she walked down the unlit alleyway to the seedy building entrance. Once inside, the price of the luxurious amenities was palpable. A two-storey club with extensive lounge area and guards armed to the teeth. Mayana wasn't here for criminally luxurious relaxation though.

"I'm sorry, no jobs to give you," the bartender said, sliding her a drink, "maybe you should take a breather - a vacation could do you some real good."

"Holding out, Tim? On me?" Mayana asked, irritated that Tim was being unusually uncooperative, "I'll speak to Thara since you don't feel like being cooperative today."

"Wait," Tim said, "don't. She's in a bad mood right now, and you know how she doesn't like talking about...work."

"Are you going to give me the next job or not?" Mayana asked, walking towards the stairs. Tim could only stand in silence. "Thought not." Mayana said as she climbed the stairs to the second floors' VIP section. "Move. I'm here to talk to your boss." she said, approaching a couple guards. Before the less experienced guard could stop her, the guard who was able to recognize they were no match undid the red velvet rope and let her pass into the VIP lounge area.

In the presence of Thara, East-Asia's defacto organized crime leader, even the most hardened warriors could feel the sensation that death was near. Mayana followed the feeling of Tharas' piercing gaze until she was standing directly in front of her. Thara put her glass down and in a fraction of a second Mayana was surrounded by guards. "To what do I owe the pleasure of Medusa letting me face her without turning to stone?" Thara teased. Mayana stood, unaffected, and requested Thara give her a job. "Tim didn't give you one?" Thara asked.

"He didn't," Mayana replied, "I know you have work - give me something worth my time."

"Leave us." Thara commanded the guards. When the last guard was far enough away Thara divulged a job so difficult and criminal even Mayana was surprised. "Of course you have no choice but to take it now that I've told you that much," Thara smirked, "I suggest you get started."

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8 months ago

Decent. Mayana is of the few that I believe that I'd be able to overcome in a fight. 

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7 months ago
Mayana's mind swirled in confusion as she walked out of the club. A difficult job? No...Impossible. A suicide mission... she thought, even if she had all the help and resources in the world there's no way she could get even close to killing such a man; if he even was such a thing. She began to think, taking the job because she had been forced to simply by hearing it. She was provided his entire minute-by-minute schedule for the next two months and even got some helpful positions that would be "conviniently lacking guards" from Thara. Even so... while she reviewed the information in her head she made sure she wasn't being followed. Was just thinking of the mission so revealing? Yes. She knew the disturbed aura she gave off would be detectable if an expert were tasked to follow her. She found a dark alley to calm herself in - a quick minute of meditation to clear her mind and focus on getting to her hotel room without being noticed. No. They could be waiting for her there - Thara owns every inch of this town - she'd know. Mayana instead walked to the pier and planned to leave the country as soon as possible. If she were not followed, then the middle of the ocean would be the optimal place to think of a strategy. For now, she would hold back her thoughts and focus on stealth.

The next day, she was a hundred miles out in the pacific. Doing one more triple-sweep of the small merchant boat confirmed that she hadn't been followed. It was time to review and strategize. If she doesn't do it, she's dead. If she makes an attempt, she is also dead. Therefore she can give it her all. Though her sentimental attachments were strong, her old Sako TRG-42 wouldn't do. If this is my last job, then I should get the best gear. She knew who to call.

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7 months ago
*bark!* Came through the other side of the telephone. A few more, and most people would hang up. Corgi didn't particularly dislike his job, he got to get some gossip here and there and for the most part was paid to lay around all day and just answer the phone in order to turn people away.

"Corgi, it's Mayana, put Ford on." she wanted to make her call as breif as possible, partly due to the urgency of the situation and partly due to not liking Ford or his K-9 receptionist. "It's an emergency."

Corgi's ears had peaked - something important? - "What could be so urgent that you can't tell me?" Corgi used his translation collar to speak clearly to Mayana now. She hated his voice. She hated that she had to talk to a dog in order to talk to an even more absurd person; the kind of person who would assign an animal to be his receptionist purely to avoid phone calls. "I'll buy you a lifetime of treats and a female dog if you put me through right now and say nothing else." she didn't care about money anymore, it would only slow her down if she had anything left to lose. Corgi was at a crossroads not making a sound. His few brain cells weighed the options and decided quite clearly to let this call go on through. Thats the second call he let through today; the second call he let through this month.

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8 days ago
Commended by mizal on 1/10/2020 4:45:58 AM
"How's my favorite blind person doing today?" Ford said in his usual unbearable tone.

"God I hate hearing your voice." Mayana said in disgust, "I need gear. Money is of no concern."

"So I've heard." Ford replied, "Your benefactor has made a generous donation on your behalf - it should cover a good 75% of the costs. The rest, well, I suppose you won't be needing any of your current funds. In fact I've already had them tranferred over and your 'gear' is being made as we speak. I'll need to know of any particular specifications in the next eight hours - you can forward them to 4012D-PRXBTL9-MFGD00-MFR01. Would you like fries with that?"

Mayana hung up. She thought of all the things she would need and crypto-messaged them to the ID Ford gave her. Some of her requests were simply "the best you can do" while others were specific to the shape and type of brass used in the bullets.

Fourteen hours after the call, a drone with the package flew low over Mayana's boat, dropping the crate nearby into the ocean where it would float for a minute or so while Mayana used a scanner on the security code on the package to ensure it was not only from Ford but not a bomb. After confirming, she floated her vessel closer and hauled the crate from the oceans surface. Popping it open and throwing out the packaging directly into the virgin sea she found what she expected and more. A packet of information about the gear was included - printed in braille.

These were no ordinary weapons - these were weapons of light blessed by paladins and triple dipped in the holy grail. Centered with gold and sparing no expense on the precision and accuracy of everything built. The stealth was important - thermoptic camoflauge would make Mayana cold but invisible for as long as her body could provide the appropriate amount of heat to power the tactical suit. It was simple thin fabric - if she was caught, then protection would be useless so she had specified to skip it in favor of mobility and silence. She suited up and loaded her rifle. It was the smoothest and most silent she's ever loaded any gun. "God damn." Mayana wished she could keep it, but a custom job requires a custom tool - and she wouldn't need it outside of this application.

A footnote of the braille packet read about experimental technology. "You'll probably die if you use it more than twice." it said. Mayana gulped, "Instant teleportation." her suit would not be able to be thermoptically camoflauged but if she could strategize around teleportation - she could have a better chance of surviving. One teleport there, followed by her shot, and one teleport out. Then what? she thought. Laying as low as possible for the rest of her life would be her best option. Where she would do so, she could not think at that moment. An overwhelming amount of things were to be considered in the time leading up to her assassination job: Kill EndMaster.

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8 days ago
She reviewed the schedule Thara had given her and decided the best opportunity would arise in one months time. But the second best opportunity would be in only three and a half hours. End would be visiting an old friend who lived in a desolate mountain area. He would have one cup of tea on a balcony - open to the natural world for a minute or two. The balcony overlooked a river valley, and on the other side of that valley would be the place for Mayana to be. Exact coordinates were provided with every time entry of the schedule. Did Thara know about the teleportation technology? It wouldn't surprise her.

Mayana went through the motions. One teleport in - the coordinates were set with five minutes to go. Put the teleport trigger on the end of her barrel, such that when the bullet leaves the barrel she'd teleport back instantly. One teleport back to the boat. She wouldn't know whether her shot hit or not, but she would never miss. Two minutes, she got in position, planning to teleport on a little known abandoned trail that led to a mine a hundred or so years ago. She would move swiftly from there - echolocating a small clearing and ensuring her rifle was aimed at the correct coordinates. Wind wouldn't matter - the shot would be travelling close to the speed of light. It would leave a ray of light back to her location, but by the time anyone could investigate she would be long gone on a boat out in the middle of the ocean.

Thirty seconds to the first teleport, End should be just sitting down on the balcony with his friend and Thara standing by somewhere close. Mayana was prepared for any physical effects of the teleportation, carrying some sickness pills and headache medicine.

A stationary boat with a single passenger on board in the middle of the ocean had become a world record holder for the fastest de-boarding of any sea fairing vessel. The boat felt proud of its accomplishment, though nobody would ever know if it.

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7 days ago
Mayana felt a slight dizziness. Her mind did not comprehend being at a different elevation, location, and climate in an instant. During the initial dizziness Mayana layed low to the ground and scrounged up leaves and mud to cover herself quickly but quietly. Though she was over a mile away from her target she was not one to underestimate a formidable opponent. End sat idle, chatting to his partner in tea. Thara was dressed very regally, she was probably only there for decoration.

Once the initial effects of teleportation subsided, Mayana had to move quick - her vantage point would be a ways up a tree. She managed her time well despite being in a rush. Ensuring that no branches broke or creaked on her way up and remaining out of view from her target until she found a good branch to rest on with a clear shot.

Wind was 9.65 mph through the valley, enough for the whistling foliage to cover any sounds she might have made. A storm was blowing in from the East but still far off. Tea time was almost done. In her golden moment, as soon as End stood up, she fired. A beam of ultra-bright light trailed across the valley for no more than the barest moment. It could've easily been mistaken for lightning in the distance by anyone not looking directly at her.

She was already back on the boat, in the hull where she teleported from, suffering from the dizziness but breathing a sigh of relief. She got up slowly and unzipped a portion of her suit to cool off. Coming up to the bow to get a cool refreshing splash of the ocean air, she found her body had gone cold with fear. "Nice shot." End said, staring out at the ocean. A sickening feeling overcame Mayana, one that caused the training inside her to slowly reach for the pistol at her hip. She wouldn't be aiming for End this time. Just as End turned to see her, Mayana shot down into the hull causing Thara's head to explode.

The dark overlord had no face, not that she would be able to see it anyways, but she could tell he was smiling despite this. The cold of darkness enveloped her. "You're the third." End said, pulling her into a cloud of darkness punctuated only by faint and distant stars. Mayana didn't know what he meant, but she was prepared to die. Just before leaving the reality she once knew, she could hear Thara being choked beside her, "We can be cell-sisters. You'll love daddy's punishment room."

They both went unconscious and the boat now boasted beating its personal best for quickest de-boarding. The boat was getting a bit pretentious now.

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7 days ago

That last line of dialogue was gold lol

As was the last little paragraph

Well done

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2 days ago
Smh. Such a willfull and rebellious daughter

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5 months ago
A wasteland of scrap metal and trash covering an area large enough to fit a city. She stood at the edge, waiting to feel the sun no longer upon her face - but covered in shadow cast by his temple. A standing structure so large yet so desolate it could be the next wonder of the world for tourists to flock to. The chinese style temple structure paid homage to the region it was in. Seven miles out from the center, she finally felt her face covered by a cool shadow. Her rifle did not have all the fancy baubles most others had. No scope, no sights, no need. With a sigh, she got down on her belly and set up her first shot. "Time to get started."

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5 months ago
A plethora of screens decorated the room. Displaying his wasteland and temple in not-so-great resolution; but it didn't have to be. The security bots were equipped with motion sensors and video feeds. He enjoyed watching the local bird or two wander about their day in his small lapses of technical work. It was peaceful.

Feeling nature call, he got up from his chair and keyboard, taking one last look at all the video feeds. Just as he was leaving the room, one feed went out. This wasn't unusual; some of the security bots had old cameras - a gust of wind could jiggle the wires and cause a couple seconds outage. "I guess I'll take a look at the diagnostics for that one when I get back," he said, walking leisurely to the restroom.

A few minutes passed and he returned to his computer, comfortably leaning into his chair. He cracked his fingers and laid them on the keyboard but realized before he began: something was wrong. He looked over to the monitor whose feed cut as he left for a bathroom break - it wasn't just static anymore. The monitor displayed two words: "NO INPUT" it would be rare but not impossible for a rat to have chewed through the feed wire. It had happened before, after all. But something more than that was amiss because, of the hundred or so monitors that displayed video feeds from a mile perimeter about his temple - nine of them, cameras zero through eight, had no input. The tenth camera feed cut as he looked at this collected group of monitors. His mind raced for what was going on. Natural event? Ambush? A prank? Who had he angered recently? Who had he talked to recently? He couldn't think of satisfactory answers. The only thing he knew was that the west side visuals had been cut.

He quickly typed some commands into the nearest terminal, sending out some bots to check what was going on. Five cheetah bots equipped with 100x9mm rounds within their slender frame, a firing mechanism out the mouth, and forward cameras would be enough to handle pranksters or any unfortunate souls brave enough to encroach on his land. He put their wireless video feeds up on the main monitors and watched as they rushed through the piles of scrap to get to the west. Another security feed went out in the west. He took manual control of one of the cheetah bots.

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4 months ago
Like shooting fish in a barrel, the sniper had hardly a need to look at her targets; not that she could anyways. This blind sniper used her super-human hearing to pinpoint the machines purely on their ambient frequencies which did not match their surroundings at all. She heard larger bots coming - their accurate but clunky footsteps created her signal to move in. She strapped the rifle to her back and threw a preliminary charge before she moved in.

The EMP charge wouldn't affect the bots coming for her now - they were too advanced. But it would disable any seismic activity detectors underground. "..four...five," she counted the bots approaching and took a wireless switch from the pack on her waist.

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4 months ago
He raced - through the familiar piles of rubble and trash which created a labyrinth around his temple. Heading west, following the other cheetah bots, an explosion of arcing electricity was caught on visual feed about 80 meters ahead. That's when his confidence boosted - it was a solitary attack. The knowledge of what he was facing made him the slightest more comfortable. Had he not gained this near imperceptable feeling of comfort he would have failed to notice the monitors on the other side of the room going out - one by one just like the west side feeds the east was under attack as well.

He felt the sensation of challenge - one he had not felt in many years. Like muscle memory, his hands moved swiftly and without need for thought into action. He released a dozen more cheetah bots and set up heavily armored turrets at the immediate perimeter of his temple. He took control of a second cheetah bot heading east. Perhaps it was all those years placing Starcraft that allowed his hands to control such a complicated animal bot and start his main playlist at the same time. AC/DC - Shoot To Thrill. Things were heating up.

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4 months ago
She ran at incredible speed through and over the mounds of junk. "More than I thought he had...no matter," the sniper said cooly, "the best kill is overkill, after all."

She took out two things from her utility pack: a grenade and another wireless switch. She pulled the pin and threw the grenade over a wall of rubble behind her. On the satisfying sound of destroyed technology, she squeezed the trigger and rushed directly towards the temple. A barrage of thunderous explosions followed surrounding the temple - creating a dry moat that entirely surrounded the structure. A rough circle of craters where many a murderous cheetah bots used to be now decorated the land. "Aaaaany second now...he'll be forced to--" she was cut off by the ground violently shaking and a roar that would make the devil wet himself. She knew this would happen, but her ears were more sensitive than she thought and she bit her lip until it bled to get through the pain of her ears. She kept rushing to the temple. "God dammit," she screamed, "I'm not done with you yet, fucking bastard!"

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4 months ago
Both cheetah bots that he controlled went dark - one just before the other; and the rest followed in what could only be an arial bombing. It wasn't in his nature to get more than flustered, much less be angry or feel vulnerable. He had been taught that the powers within himself were evil and should not be used for the sake of his humanity (and the rest of humanity). In adulthood, he took solitude from the world for this reason, but he could not contain this boiling rage any longer. The great dragon within him wasn't just awake - it was pissed.

A blinding rage overtook him and he began transformation into a great winged serpent of legend. It would destroy his temple, but he had no care for that in the moment. His size grew and grew until the temple structure could no longer contain this beast the size of a few large skyscrapers put together - and it burst.

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4 months ago
The sniper ducked for cover and wrapped herself in urban camo as the building fell not but a few yards in front of her. "NOW! NOW! NOW!" she yelled into her comms unit.

The great legendary beast had skin of ember and wings of gold - it's evil eyes shone a deep ruby and looked in bloodlust for the enemy. For a moment one might consider it a beautiful mix; passionate colors always seem to compliment each other in nature. It was not to last. A fluid stream of large caliber bullets hailed down upon the beast - rending its flesh from bone and putting fresh holes the size of which ranged from large watermelons to washing machines. The roar of an A-10 followed: BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT! The super-sonic bullets landed on their target well before the sound of the gun.

But the dragon was not finished. Another deafening roar from the beast and a fireball the size of the temple which once stood near shot into the sky - instantly bringing in nearby storm clouds and seemingly summoning the anger of mother nature herself. Lightning struck the land hard and rain began to pour. The dragon was airborne now - going straight for the aircraft circling above.

Meanwhile the sniper moved cautiously on the ground - further in and onto where the temple once stood. She hid in the shadows and thought of that poor pilot for a moment. "Not worth," she thought. The pilot was new, he was given the chance to fly an A-10 and actually fire the gun. Nobody would pass up such an opportunity. Now he realized why he was chosen. Hubert Gaylord, code name Serpent, was now strapped in for life; letting the last of his tears go down to his trousers along with the rest of his vile excrement, he watched the large masterpiece of modern aeronautic weaponry become wrapped in the body of the beast. The dragon coiled itself around the moving airplane creating a large tunnel within which it flew.

It put its head at the end of the coil - facing the oncoming plane which was undoubtedly out of ammo now. The dragon took a deep breath in and disintegrated the flying machine to a melty pulp of metal and slag - boiling the rain surrounding it's own body.

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4 months ago
The dragon began to settle - and return to human form. He fell gracefully to the ground outside his temple - skin still covered by scorching hot scales that boiled away rain before it could reach his naked form. He sighed in anger, mostly at himself for letting go. As he stepped back to the temple he had spent so long creating: a gun cocked behind his head and the sniper emerged from the shadows.

"We need to talk, Brad," she said.

He had exhausted his anger - he was weak from the battle and the gun she held certainly had mortal power over him, but she would die too if she decided to shoot. He sighed, "There's a bit of construction going on right now...how about some tea to glaze over the rudeness of inviting yourself over?"

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4 months ago
Do you often have these kinds of fantasies about Brad?

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4 months ago
no it was just the one. I saw a fantasy artwork of a big ass dragon with a giant sword through its skull and came up with this scene

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3 months ago
A flawlessly handsome bartender dried glasses and organized the front drink selection when suddenly a shadow figure appeared to sit at the bar. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence here today?" Tim asked, taking a break from drying shot glasses and pouring two glasses of the finest house scotch. "I need Othalam Root," the dark master said, "I understand it takes special skill to harvest." "Yes, my lord. Where shall I have it delivered?" Tim knew not to ask for reasons or he risks the whim of the void. "I will take it personally. We will go to your little garden and you will obtain some for me," the master said evenly. "With haste, then?" Tim gulped down his whiskey and nodded to show he was ready to go. The abyssal lord of darkness known in these times as End enveloped Tim in darkness and a moment later they were both present at a purple waterfall which fell into an oily rainbow lake. It was the entrance to Tim's personal garden: Eden. The liquid fall was poison of the highest concentration flowing into a lake of acid where nothing would go unscathed. In a single motion: End created a bridge across the acid lake, a void path through the poison-fall, and had already teleported to the ancient livewood door behind the poison-fall. Tim walked with haste to the door of his most valued project, putting on his personal gloves and opening the door with ease. Anyone without these gloves would have died from touching the poisoned door; except, of course, End. Opening the door revealed a cave of lush greens and intermittent colors mixed between. They walked along paths to the back of the cave where the Othalam tree grew. Tim carefully harvested the roots, sealing them in a bag and then sterilizing the outside of the bag along with his gloves and anything else that was near the tree. "The bar?" End asked. "If you wouldn't mind," Tim said kindly, "Thank you, End." Tim was back at the bar with two empty whiskey glasses before he could blink.

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3 months ago

I like it

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2 months ago
The ground was covered in soot and ash. Vague structures outstretched on the landscape where skyscrapers once stood. The blood of innocents and enemies alike covered her boots - clotted together by ash and dust. Her own blood dripped slowly down her face and legs. The smell of fire still permeated the air. She spat out a clot of blood mixed with grime and soot. Though blind all her life, she walked calmly through the uneven rubble toward the rendevous point where her partner was waiting. The rifle on her back was grey with ash but printed with soot and blood - creating a natural camoflauge. They didn't speak a word to each other. He sat up on a broken concrete wall - watching through red tinted goggles as she walked by. He was unscathed, perfectly clean despite having the most blood on his hands by a large margin. Their common master had ordered it - the demolition of an entire city and everyone in it. It was nobody's place to question the master, they did not care for what reason or deny him a task. She leaned up against the wall, standing in the shade while he faced out towards the sun from the top. "When--" she began, but was cut short by his answer: "Sunset. You have an hour or two." She breathed a sigh of relief and sat against the wall - rifle at her side, and fell asleep. She awoke in a hotel bed, bandaged up and well rested - rifle at her bedside. She got up and dressed - the hotel was a familiar place but she wouldn't be separated from her rifle. Her usual vestments were present - clean, but in a state of disrepair. They were torn through, burned at the edges, and ragged about the joints. Still, it was her usual setup and she took to it with terse familiarity. Once down at the bar, she met up with her partner - no longer dressed to kill but in his usual bartending formal. "About two days, bit more." he said as she approached the bar, "He said you 'have much to learn - but good job.' Your reward is in the safe - let me know when you want it." he continued as she sat down at the bar. "That's really annoying," she said, "how you answer me before I've asked." Sliding her a glass of her usual drink, he said pleasantly: "I know my regulars. Cheers." "Cheers." she replied, and downed the glass.

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2 months ago
The updates are always good, just, you know, maybe write them more than once a month, so we can be sure the people in the story are still on the site by the time it's finished.

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2 months ago
lol ok

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2 months ago
Commended by mizal on 11/19/2019 12:21:05 AM
The sun rose over a the young city bustling with morning activity. It was still foggy out from the night of rain, and Tim would use this to his advantage. "Phenyldichloroarsine," Tim began, "weak stuff from years past, but with just the right amount of hydrocarbonic—" Mayana interrupted him, "I don't speak nerd." Even blind, Mayana could tell Tim rolled his eyes as his slight smile faded. Tim put his goggles on - the dark red tint was all that gave his charcoal grey outfit color. An alarm sounded in the town. Mayana put on her eyeless gas mask and zipped up the chemical suit Tim gave her. "Not yet," Tim advised, "a few more minutes..." In the town, people who had contact with the fog were vomiting and rapidly developing blisters. An emergency alarm began to go off and military personnel with gas masks and chemical resistant clothing moved in to evacuate the city and treat affected persons. The majority of people were told to stay inside and block all windows and doors as quickly as possible, but for those on the streets it was too late. Their faces were covered in blisters and boils. Many were passed out on the street due to severe vomiting and pain. Children were most easily affected. Those evacuating, if not carrying a child, were young adults who could move quickly and with great strength despite the affects of the chemical doped fog. Tim sat atop a broken building on the outskirts of the town — listening to the chaos build. "It's a unique symphony every time," Tim said, "unfortunately, the audience will bore if I let such soft beauty go on. Dramatic climax is necessary to keep the attention and create a sense of fufillment in the work." Tim got out a tiny ball - shaped similar to a round christmas ornament and threw it far into the air towards the city. Mayana took shelter behind the wall Tim sat on. If Mayana were not blind, she may have been blinded by the ethereal white light that engulfed the land around the city. Tim watched through his dark glasses, smiling with satisfaction. As the light died down, the shockwave hit and reality set in. The fog was gone and the city burned. Gas stations erupted and spewed fiery petrol around them. Those who were surrounded by the fog had their larger blisters ripped off by the shockwave. Those who had been clinging to life in the torturous gas were dead or burning. Few were attempting to crawl to escape the flames but found nowhere to go. The glass of high rise windows had shattered and pierced those down below. Mayana went into action. A soldier in a gas mask had crouched to protect a small girl who he had given a gas mask not many minutes ago. As the explosion subsided and all that was left was the heat of the city on fire, he made sure the girl was okay, then looked aro-- a bullet had penetrated his head and the girl in his arms. Mayana had shot them at point blank with her rifle. They were the first to be cleaned up. Mayana cleared buildings systematically, shooting noisy survivors as she went and trying to get multiple with each bullet so as to not be wasteful. Buildings that were too big to clear, she set Tim's acid charges on the structural pillars and let the foundations melt away to collapse the structure. She got the smaller commerical buildings first, letting the houses and suburbs burn. Around the time she was going to start collapsing the skyscrapers a surviving soldier fired at her and managed to injure her ankle and crack her gas mask. She quickly dispatched the soldier of his life and moved on. Her ankle slowed her down greatly, and getting to cover before the burning skyscrapers fell was a challenge that left her with a few more injuries. As she hid behind a pile of rubble waiting for the next building to collapse, a man in a gas mask pulled a pistol on her. In the same moment, she had pointed her rifle at him. It was a point blank standoff between Mayana and some random citizen that happened to have a gas mask on. "I warn you! I'll shoot!" said the man. "I'm on your side, calm down." Mayana lied. The man momentarily hesitated; he had never shot a person before and this hellish wasteland was no good for him or his family - but he kept his gun aimed squarely at Mayana. "Oh yeah? Who are you?" the man would have asked if his head was not blown to bits by Mayana's gun mid-way through asking. The building collapsed, and the city's height had fallen several hundred feet now. Mayana took off her gas mask - it being cracked helped her none. In the following hours, she killed hundreds of stragglers. Old, young, military, civilian, individuals, groups - they were all efficiently disposed of. Tim looked on from the outskirts of town, ensuring nobody left the city alive. Mayana marched through streets of blood and ash. The fire had died down from the collapse of buildings and she sat on rubble at the geographical center of the city; she listened for human activity. The landscape was leveled fairly well and the rubble she was on acted as a sort of perch from which she could easily snipe survivors from. Within hours, it had quieted down so much that the dominant sound was a passing breeze that found its way over the mounds of steel, concrete, and pestilent flesh. Mayana waited until she felt the heat of the sun dying down. The city which once existed was no more, and she took her return to Tim.

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2 months ago
Evil Tim is so kewl. Mayana too, but she's always evil

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one month ago

I always wondered why no one ever shoots the other person mid sentence in stand offs 

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one month ago
I've always thought letting your opponent lose even the slightest amount of focus and not taking advantage of it was fucking stupid.

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3 days ago
The dark master was pleasantly surprised to welcome such an esteemed guest into his lair. Her majestic features drew the eye from top to bottom: long pointed ears, a slender face, and hour-glass curves that could make any mortal drool. "Care for a drink?" he asked, materializing a table of live wood from the shadows. "Tea first." she said graciously. End was keen to the fact Mizal wanted to discuss a serious matter first before moving on to a less serious, alcoholic, conversation. He materialized his drink-master from the shadows, who bowed in the presence of both. "How are you these days, Tim?" Mizal asked. Tim poured a fresh pot of the finest tea leaves into two cups while the Master and his guest sat. "Very well. Thank you." Tim properly answered. "An aged special on your way back, Tim." End waved him away at this request. Tim bowed and disappeared into the shadows once more. "So what is the tea-time-topic?" End asked humorously.

Mizal took a sip of the fine drink, feeling the rejuvination of the curated leaves trail about her body. In a sigh of regret she said "Unfortunately, this topic requires the utmost confidentiality. If you wouldn't mind, I'd be greatful if we were in a more private area."

End nodded in understanding, releasing his full divinity over their immediate surroundings, and creating a new reality in which they could discuss things in private. Once out of the eyes of reality and the gods which preside over it, Mizal bared her shoulder. "I'm not interested in you that way." End said, sipping from his cup of tea. Mizal rolled her eyes and turned away, revealing down to her hip on one side. The dark master recognized the severity of what he saw: a black hand print embedded into her skin, emitting a magic as ominous as his own. "I have some questions." Mizal said with suspiscion and a touch of ferosity, redressing her side and sitting back down at the tea table.

"It's not of my own," End started, "and, as long as you resist the callings, you will be fine. Had you been any lesser a being, you would be wrought with madness and driven to a place which exists and yet doesn't. It is beyond my control, anyone's control."

Mizal twitched once, "It has killed those around me and seeks my power."

"It will continue until you die. I can help to seal it, lessening the effects of the calling and severing its influence from your life - but it will persist as long as I. It has persisted through countless realities and countless more it will find its way." End said, finishing his tea.

Mizal finished her tea with a final gulp. "What is 'it'?"

End's power subsided and allowed them both to return to the reality they know best. He materialized a thick book of ancient magic from the shadows and turned to a page with the same blackened hand print.

"The Labyrinth"