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Due to the actions of particularly persistent spammers and trolls, we will be banning disposable email addresses from today onward.
The rules regarding NSFW links have been updated. See here for details.
Some combinations just don't work. Like vinegar on cereal. Like a nest of hornets and a quiet afternoon.
Dragons and talk shows.
The studio lights were a special kind of hell. Far too bright, unrelenting, and positioned with sadistic precision to catch every glint off the polished set and...
I was seated at the far end of the table, arms crossed, posture rigid. No one had exactly asked me to come closer. Not that I blamed them. Even if I hadn’t walked in looking like a fireproof monster-in-training, they’d all seen the footage. Or heard the rumors. Or decided to stay quiet, because...
The testing chamber felt colder than the training yard. Not by much, maybe a degree or two, but enough to sink into my bones and set my nerves on edge. It smelled like scorched metal and burned plastic. Like the aftermath of something trying very hard not to die.
Reinforced panels lined the...
The conference room was too quiet, too sterile, like a staged scene waiting for the actors to stumble onto the wrong line. The air carried that faint chemical tang I was starting to associate with the PRT, disinfectant and stale coffee, scrubbed floors and institutional pressure, all the...
The room was too clean. Too white. The scent of lemon-sanitizer still clung to the walls like a threat. It felt more like a hotel room than anything remotely resembling home. A place meant for temporary comfort, not permanence. The bed was tucked tight with hospital precision, the furniture...
The room looked like it belonged in someone else. Somewhere safe. Normal. A deep brown sofa, plush enough to swallow a person whole, sat in front of a flat-screen TV that wasn't turned on. The walls were pale blue, and the windows let in warm afternoon light that painted gold lines across the...
PRT Meeting Room 06:30 AM
Armsmaster stood near the projection wall of the standard PRT meeting room, visor glinting faint blue as it flickered through frames of data: DNA strands, brain scans, thermal maps, grainy video captures, and a slow-motion video of Orochi's lips moving as she told them...
I don't know how long I stayed in isolation. But by the time I got back to my senses, I found myself surrounded by guards in black body armor and tinkertech-looking assault rifles. They forced me on my feet. Their movements tight and calculated, like they expected me to lunge at them at any...
They didn't cuff me.
That was somehow worse.
Handcuffs would have made it simple—obvious. Would've made it easier to tell myself I was still the scared teenager, the over-my-head vigilante who'd just pushed too far. Not whatever it was I was now—something new and raw and dangerous, wearing my...
I focused my attention on a lone wasp, guiding it around Lung's back, past the ridges of scale and muscle, until it hovered behind his head. It circled once, then darted forward toward his eye.
The wasp struck home, diving straight into Lung's eye with a sickening wet pop. He howled, clutching...