A World Apart - EpilogueTWO YEARS LATER
Christmas in the Woodlands was always fun. Well I mean, I'd already had Christmas here twice. The Baccas really focused on the food more than the presents. They didn't actually do the whole presents thing at all. I didn't really mind that change. I never really liked that tradition anyway.
But Baccan food was amazing. It's like Italian food but like five times better, it's so good. Think of your favorite food, then multiply it by like six. Yeah, it's that good.
I had gone out to visit Dreven in the high city without Jerome, no longer afraid of running into some sort of hostile creature while I was alone. I had gotten into fights with lower city Baccas three times before. I'd come to have a reputation among them: The human who fought back.
They'd shout, "Bajan homines! Bajan homines!" 'Crazy human! Crazy human!' When they saw me coming, and most of them would run. Every time, I would just smile
Fatropolis!: 3--Interrupted Thoughts Centuries ago, an indigenous region was washed with a frighteningly bright light. Those who were above ground did not know how it happened. But, while in that same area, those who witnessed it first hand noticed that all manner of food somehow increased to rather large proportions. In addition, those who merely stayed there now had an undying will to eat. It altered much of their thinking. Those who were brave enough to escape still never escaped "bottomless pit" syndrome.
Just a few months later, long after the aforementioned land was cut off from the rest of the world, an opportunity hungry author devised an idea that would shoot her to the tip of the iceberg. In the regular land, her current government of 2115 was already discussing cutting off the land--literally. Other citizens were encouraged to offer a voice, but the members of society decided that such gluttonous people did not need to share their society. And so, it was decided that they'd saw the s
Archive - Ch. 1 - The Sky Army In the year 1717, the Overland was far from at peace. There was a great battle fought between land and sea, fighting for the earth. War broke out all over the world, the squids taking control of the skies. Hundreds of humans and squids alike were dying every day. The war had been going on for four long years; but one day a man stood up and said, "Not one day longer."
That man raised up an army, and named it for the thing they collectively wanted the most. He called it the Sky Army. His name was James Farpoint. Born and raised on a farm in England, he had grown up with a rebellious personality. He led his small army, contrived of hardly more than two dozen people, into towns and villages, scaring off little legions of squids and saving the world one city at a time. As they travelled, the army grew as they picked up young men from each town, as no women were allowed in the army, until he had a force of two hundred to lead against the squids.
Project S - Chapter 7Cindy's terrified eyes shifted to Rancor. "S-Sir Crimson, what are you doing? Why did you activate the parasite?"
"Well, miss Gothenburg, I'm seeing what Project S is capable of, combat-wise. Since that happens to be his initial purpose that, due to earlier problems, still hasn't been tested properly... What else would I be doing?" Rancor replied in a voice so calm, that it sent chills down Cindy's spine. He acted so feelingless, near what seemed to be psychopathic, even.
She glanced at the young vampire, who lay on the floor convulsed and caught in his inner battle against a parasitic fluid that attempted to warp his mind. It was a battle that he was going to lose in only a few seconds. A ticking time bomb. Seconds that could mean the difference between life and death for Cindy. Her fate would either be sealed or not, depening on her actions here and now. ('Now's your chance, Cindy. Jab that self-defense syringe into him before it's too late!') her thoughts yelled at her. But she coul
Fatropolis!: 4--Body With A Will The clock was ticking for the odd region which was cursed to be the hotbed of gluttonous lifeforms. Not all inhabitants of the area wanted to be the way they were, which is why Julia Dean rushed over there. That, and to compile compelling research to prevent military might from cutting this area off from the rest of the continent.
Unfortunately, Julia had been riddled by a pesky "inner fat girl." Whatever particles there were, they had a degree of influence on her hunger. For some reason, she was getting hungrier as the day went by, making it hard to work. Just recently, she resisted the urges, but she soon found that her body was starting to get a bit of control on her. At this moment, Julia had freedom; she needed to compile research now. She turned on the laptop, and began to write like her computer was going to die.
A few paragraphs in, hunger came knocking at her door, and more vigorously, now that she was actually looking well-fed.
Misja Nova Ziemia [VIII]- Nie, ja nic nie zjem - mruczy pod nosem Giuss, patrząc z pogardą na czarny chleb z marnym obkładem. - Nie przełknę ani kawałka.
- Musisz zjeść chociaż trochę, cały dzień przed nami - próbuje ją zmotywować troskliwa Azira, ale Griszka, walcząca z okropnymi mdłościami, nie jest z tego powodu zbyt zadowolona.
- O, widzę, że oprócz pana ciepłolubnego jeszcze jedna osoba zaczęła grymasić przy jedzeniu - wtrąca się z ironią odrobinę spóźniony Lunatyk, rzucając Giuss krótkie spojrzenie.
Lisica nie odzywa się, tylko gromi go wzrokiem, i najwyraźniej nie jest jedyna. Aino, siedząca przy drugim końcu stołu, nie spuszcza oczu z długowłosego mechanika. Wyraz jej twarzy jest trudny do opisania, lecz spojrzenie odrobinę przeraża. Nawet przeżuwając twarde skórki chleba, nie sku