The Mook Maker, Chapter 19: Cycle of Violence
I knew I wouldn't be able to make progress quickly. Realistically, I wasn't able to, but it still upset me just the same. Learning any language was always a long, tedious process that could take months, possibly years. It...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 18: Of Death, Love and Wolves
Looking at yet another dead body, I felt nothing. I wasn't disgusted by it. I wasn't confused, or scared, or shocked, or even moved. I certainly wasn't pleased, either. It was almost like my mind finally gave up on trying to process all...
Captive Carrying (WIP)
Animal Instincts The sun sits high in the clear summer sky. A thin winding road curves along the coast of a sparkling lake, its deep blue surface broken up with gentle waves. Following the road is a silver sedan, its driver swerving to miss the worst...
Yagato Mountain
\>Lowering your steaming mug onto the wooden desk, that now familiar sense of melancholy and apathy crept its way back in as you sat onto your chair once again, the glow of the computer screen reflecting in your pupils. \>Notifications and more...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part V
A rush of air-conditioned breeze fled through the open door and out into the damp. The scent of hot dogs, nachos, and cleaning agents rode along with it. People browsed the shelves for their next dose of sugar and caffeine. "Go ahead," Jack said....
The Mook Maker, Chapter 72: Cost of the Sword
I looked at the sword, still embedded in the castle's solid stone masonry. The blade glared at me. It was a strange, eerie sensation, considering that despite its considerable and mysterious presence, it wasn't all that...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 17: The Conqueror
There were many things that could stand in the way of man's ambitions. To most, the harshest were other men, equals in cunning and strength in a world of mindless beasts. Tao Wen, the Elder of the Tao Clan, feared no man....
The Mook Maker, Chapter 71: Danger, Exclusion Zone
I felt exhausted. The visions, despite seemingly requiring little to no mental or physical exercise other than merely wait and watch, attempting to maintain my bearing on the situation, were quickly proven to be extremely tiring, a burden I...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 70: Bloody Evolution
I wasn't quite certain about the terminology the system used. The definition of 'evolution' - contrary to what the notification kept implying - was a change, an adaptation of the outside environment, that had occurred naturally in the species over...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 69: Viridian Dominions Unbound
Choices. They weren't getting any easier. I was, once again, put in front of a choice that would affect me and mine for the days to come. Weeks, months, years, in fact, but trapped in another world and confronted with problems I would...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 16: The Damned
Ari looked at the shrine. Statues of the old gods were damaged, desecrated, mostly shattered. Only the traces of the paint on some pieces had suggested what they once were, but they, too, were nothing more than the rubble that still bore the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 68: Signed In Blood
The shrine was quiet. I waited for a brief moment, wondering whether the disembodied voice of the self-professed goddess would manifest itself once more, or whether any magical wards would activate immediately upon its disappearance, but...