《Sir Skelliton》Swarm Tactics
Advertisement
You press onward.
...
There are no doors or dirt walls.
...
There are other obstacles.
But don’t slow you down as much.
...
The not smooth walls give way to smooth walls.
...
The design also changes.
...
It doesn’t matter.
Only the master matters.
...
You come across another creature.
It's smaller.
And furry.
...
A rat.
Its head is bigger than it should be.
Unlike the beetle, you get very close before it notices you.
You stare at it.
It stares at you.
...
You press onward.
It gets into a combat stance.
Enemy Detected!
Entering Combat Mode!
You were ready this time.
With a single step, you are within range of the rat.
Both clawed hands come slamming down.
It died.
Skull Rat Killed. 10XP Minion Perk “XP Master Siphon” Activated.
As a minion, your kills are considered The Masters kills.
An energy leaves the rat's corpse and into you.
And then it rides the blue string you have been following.
You stare at the crushed rat.
...
You-
*Squeak*
Turning your head, you see another rat.
And another.
And another.
And another.
An entire swarm of Skull Rats.
You don’t hesitate.
You charge.
We are hunting once again. Away from the collective. The Elder’s reach does not extend this far.
We are fine with this. We intended for this to occur. At times, we require respite from the Elder. They are the master. And we are loyal. But they are demanding. So, we sneak off into the tunnels.
Far into the depths, where we are free to hunt and breed at our leisure.
We found a meal. We feed and rest. More out of leisure than exhaustion. Our minds are strong. And the prey is weak. All we need do is speak, and they fall. Free to be eaten without worry.
Occasionally, the enemy is far more dangerous. We speak louder against them. A taxing affair. But they usually fall. If not, we scream. And they are left defenseless. Taxing as well. But safer since they rarely recover.
Advertisement
Not that we worry. None can beast us here. We are the predator. And they are our prey.
Our revelry is interrupted. A sharp pain goes through us. One of us was slain. Not of us, but still connected. This can not stand. The prey does not hunt the predator.
We leave the meal unfinished. In search of the unseen enemy.
Not far, we find the enemy. One of us was crushed. Dead Infront of them. But it is an odd creature. It's skinless. Made only of bone. Yet moves. It looks like one of the slaves. But dead. We are confused. Is it intelligent? We speak.
Who are you?
The eyeless skull turns to us. It does not answer. It only stares. But its head follows us. Watching as we make the corner. We are now in full view.
And then the creature charges. It is prey. Pretending to be a predator.
We part under its strike. We speak. With intent.
Freeze.
The creature does not obey. We are confused. They always obey. Unless they are strong.
Pain blinds us. Its claws dig into our bodies. One body is crippled. The other injured.
They are strong. We speak. With force.
Obey.
The creature refuses. We are full of fear. They are indeed strong. The pain comes. Expected. But not ignored. The injured body is slain. The crippled body escapes. Barely.
We scream. Desperately. With fear. There are no words. Only our voice. Meant to break the mind.
The creature is unaffected. We are scrambling. Its strikes only scratch. But it scratches the crippled body. It is slain. And we are scared. Confused. We reach out. Our mind to theirs.
And there is nothing.
Agony courses through us. Its claws came down.
Multiple bodies are injured. Our mind falters.
There are fewer of us. Too much pain.
Advertisement
We can not think. Not well.
So we act. We fight.
Another is slain before we retaliate. We are desperate.
Its bones are tough. We chip instead of crack.
Fear is pushed aside. Confusion takes us. As we see unreality.
The bone bleeds. The chips close. It's healing.
We bite. We claw. We scratch.
And it is useless.
The bone hardens. The bone heals. The bone kills.
There is only one body left.
We run.
We cower in fear.
Desperate to live.
The bone does not care.
The bone gives chase.
Truth comes into our mind.
It is not prey.
We were the prey.
There is pain.
Then darkness.
You inspect the final Skull Rat.
Impaled on your fingers, it’s easy to see.
Its head is deformed, white bone exposed, and larger than it should be.
Skull Rat Swarm Killed. 1800XP XP Master Siphoned Activated.
The same invisible energy leaves the rats and enters you.
But it is bigger, enough to feel something as It leaves you.
You crush the Skull Rat in your hand.
No more invisible energy came.
...
You cease to move.
Answer the call, Oh Loyal Servant.
You obey.
The Skull Rat remains slides off your fingers.
You press onward.
Advertisement
Vessel
A story of a hero, a boy, and the journey towards what should be a better future.It might be impossible to restore what has been lost, but perhaps something could be gained along the way.
8 113There's No Gods For Traitors
In the Kingdom of Blackpoint all Heroes were granted abilities by the gods. Each of the 'skills' had the power to evolve into somthing much greater. When the traitors were at an all time high, The council of Blackpoint needed to find a way to withold these abilities from Infiltrators. Thus enabling the creation of Fear Tech, an island only accessable by use of the access passes on the ships of Ace'sEnd, of higher difficulty than the Fortress's built by the Dwarves, of technology higher Level than any before, An island of Machines.
8 157Eysin - ACE 301 - Not Quite the Gladiator
Explore a future Earth with Eysin - an unlikely gladiatorHow to survive as a stray on a fractured Earth, 300 years the future?In a world with giant underearth worms building Temples for humans, and automated quarantine- and anti-flight swarms of Eesian drones limiting when and how humans move.The relative slowness of mobility has brought back raiders and pirates to the seas and the roads. Warlords are having a blast hunting the worms, raiding the temples for their powerful technology, and threatening to spread through the busiest trade routes like a plague, to reintroduce slavery and human trafficking.Eysin, a stray from Reval gets involved with a local security guild studying the worms’ work and Eesian tech. The guild is promising to be powerful enough to help the region stand against any raiders, pirates and warlords - yet, problems with the Temples & exotic tech - and the closest people are bound to steal all their attention.
8 214Re-Ordaining of the Chosen
Alea cheerfully hummed as she descended the steps, brimming in upbeat while her colleague, Quarren Leos, shot her a look of skepticism. “So… were you right about him?” he asked doubtfully. She came to a stop for a moment, her humming falling silent before she shook her head, waving her medium length light-blonde hair from side to side. “I was wrong about him.” Quarren raised an eyebrow in confusion at the convoluted response.“But you seem quite happy?” he asked again. “Because I am. But I was wrong about him. He was… so much more than I ever expected.” Alea looked at the sky overhead with a smile. “That boy… no, that man, is amazing. I firmly believe he will come to stand on top of any adversary he faces. He is destined. He is Chosen.” Quarren snorted as he stepped past, shaking his head. “Okay. Each to their own beliefs but you’re sounding like a nutjob. That skinny twig? Everyone calls him a cripple, you know,” he shook his head.“Rumours are always false, Leos,” Alea answered with a disapproving shake of her head. “You wouldn’t know. He is so, so much more.” “I saw him with my own two eyes. I didn’t see anything redeeming,” Quarren rebutted. “Well…” Alea chuckled. “You haven’t seen what I’ve seen.” In the year 917 of the Imperial Calendar, the Great War had just ended between dozens of nations. Farrien welcomed home millions of troops and warriors with the Archdukes of Aerianne and Kanaria leading them at the forefront. Since the founding of Farrien, the Aerianne and Kanarian Archduchies have been pillars upholding the Kingdom from enemies. It was common belief that they possessed special blood blessed by the Goddess Stecia, who gifted the lineage to the first King of Farrien when he first founded the country. All were ecstatic when the current generation of the two Archduchy's, after the war, agreed to let their children wed. The excitement was short-lived however when the Aerianne Princess proved to be a dragoness among men but the Kanarian Prince was worse than even mediocre. The Prince disappeared and the wedding was shortly forgotten as society lived on. Until one day the Young Heir of Kanaria returned to Farrien a changed man, bringing demise with him. Follow the story of the Chosen ordained by the Goddess of Time as he returns to the past to right his wrongs and set things back straight again! Many thanks to xSTAYc for the cover design and various co-creative elements in the conscription phase! :p
8 102A Hero Among Us
Adam Hayze, an orphan whose parents were famously known for their incredible prowess as healing Super Heroes. Hayze dreamed of following in their footsteps, but his superpower paled in comparison to theirs, and he had to face the reality that he could never become a hero. Hayze didn’t give up, though, and he trained his mind and body day in and day out to triumph over his shortcomings. However, his efforts weren’t enough to get into the school he always dreamed of attending, U.A., the best hero education institute in the country. After failing the preliminary entrance exam for the 9th time, a board member arrives at his home one day to inform him he only has one more chance to pass. The news forces Hayze to face his greatest fear: losing his dream. All hope seems lost when a doctor makes him a unique offer.
8 242Airplane. ls
a story in which harry is taking an 11 hour flight, and louis is a flight attendant.short story.(Completed.)Copyright © 2015 mysecretjournal ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
8 103