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Chapter 9
Location: Caprica, Colonies of Kobol
Year: 1983C
One of the things that was rarely mentioned outside of certain scientific circles was just how much noise there was in space. That once you started listening, the stars would whisper to you. Supernovas, comets, the final calls of what...
Thank you for reading. Hopefully you enjoy. If you REALLY like it, I have a P-a-t-r-e-o-n, under the same name, where you can read 5 chapters ahead.
I'm pretty happy with this chapter, even if it is another one with nothing but combat. It's also the second-to-last one in Cerulean, and thank...
Did you seriously forget about the part where Slade was complicit in helping summon Trigon to cause the apocalypse, which nearly destroyed the world in the process?
Plus, even if we put that aside, considering that he tried to put nano-bombs in the bodies of teenagers just to blackmail, coerce...
August 1906
Alexei stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand as he dried his hair. Clad in his bathrobe, he crossed the room and settled into the chair near the hearth, letting the warmth seep into him.
“You can go rest now, Anya,” he said after noticing she was still around.
At his words...
Thank you for reading. Hopefully you enjoy. If you REALLY like it, I have a P-a-t-r-e-o-n, under the same name, where you can read 5 chapters ahead.
I'm pretty happy with this chapter, even if it is another one with nothing but combat. It's also the second-to-last one in Cerulean, and thank...
The number of times this exact thing happened in canon, his "plan" was apparently hope the heroes bailed them out.
And if it's stupid and doesn't work, you're just a fucking idiot.
Original Timeline: The Reach won, the Light got played, and Earth was fucked. It took FlashBoy from the future...
Awargle!? I'm how many chapters behind on responding to things?
That's definitely the vibe the story is aiming for, even if it occasionally pokes more serious topics.
On the one hand... I do enjoy spite. Both the verb and the story.
On the other hand... poking the Wards sounds hilarious.
On...
there might have been others, but they're even more forgettable and follows canon plot line that I might not even have read a chapter before dropping them if even that...
alas, need more digimon milkies...
nah, like 1/4 of the digimon stories are like that kind of trashy chinese college exams pokemon stories too
1 is a MC who shares a body with an angewomon and they became mastemon
1 is a not-digidestined MC who raises a blackgatomon into a beelstarmon
1 is "I became Lucemon and got sealed wtf"...
The cab ride felt like the shortest journey of my life. I sat rigid, cramping into myself, the suitcase jammed between my knees, listening to the driver's tinny radio and watching the landscape shift from anonymous city sprawl back to the suffocating familiarity of my neighborhood.
I had...
The Royal Palace, Vienna knew, was a cage built of gold and old resentments, varnished by the blood of the royal ancestors. Two months had passed since Queen Aeryn rode into the shadows, and every day in her absence felt like a slow, careful descent into a political arena where her every move...
"Contained"? What do you mean, "contained"? Slade keeps getting away and escaping from the Titans all the time, and even death couldn’t stop him permanently. To this day, the Titans still haven’t caught him, and he’s still at large doing who-knows-what. Does that sound contained to you?