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And blood you shall have! Things are getting very personal for Jerry very soon hehehe.
I appreciate the compliment. Believe me when I say things get a little… heated when things pop off.
…I still recall the stench of those sewers, the cloying blackness that swallowed us as we moved through the sick underbelly of Western Vasel. The Regulars had abandoned it without a fight, one more sin to add to the pile, and left it to the Militia to pay the blood price to bring it back. Radi...
Oh that fun train ain't stopping any time soon.
It's Valkyria Chronicles. Darcsens are called darkies because of their universally oil-black hair. There's a lot of racism directed towards them because of religious reasons, but overall they're an expy for Jewish people. VC1 was a lot more...
AN: So this is a rarity. A note before the story. You may notice that I’ve abandoned the first person perspective in this set of chapters, and there’s a reason for that. This fic went on a two month hiatus while I tried to refresh and find new motivation in making this work, and the biggest...
This was a kind of a deliberate decision. The four chapters of prologue were important, but felt very info-heavy, so I decided to open up with a an action mystery sort of thing to give everyone a taste of the action too. I took a little inspiration from the opening to Appleseed in that way...
The Pandion set down at the last known location of Heimdall-9, a stretch of deserted swamplands that reeked of eggs and sour milk. In the cloudy, sunless evening the world lay under a pall of murky shadows, the cold humidity clinging to skin and armor alike. The air felt thick enough to drink...
The inside of the Pandion transport was blocky, military, and stripped bare of comfort, a machine built with no thought for anything but function. Based loosely on the old Osprey designs, its tilt-rotors had long since been replaced by advanced thrusters mounted on swept wings, giving it the...
The shattered ship dominated the plains like a fallen monument. Measuring three miles from prow to stern and a mile high at its tallest spine, it had split on descent and burned through the air, then struck and survived. Its sterilization field had erased every living thing in Kansas City, down...
By 2072, large regions of Asia had gone silent. The magnetic storm expanded from the Himalayan impact zone and enveloped China and India. It pressed into Central Asia, Russia, and the Middle East, erasing everything in it's path. Major cities along the corridors suffered cascading grid failures...
New Year’s Day, 2070, brought a miracle that defied every scientific model and expectation humanity had clung to in desperation. For over two years, the world had lived beneath the shadow of what was once called the Martinez-NAAS Planetkiller, an impossibly massive object that had entered the...
Isabella Martinez wasn’t anyone special. She worked night shifts as a research assistant for the North American Astronomical Survey, stationed at their newly commissioned deep space observatory tucked into the desert hills of northern Arizona. It was an isolated, dust-choked facility with more...