《Agent Lightning: Operation Angel Arms》Bag of sprinkles
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Hello. Currently, I am writing this with a sprained ankle, cracked ribs, and my left arm coated in maggots to crunch at my dead skin from the burns as a result of the explosion. Oh yeah and I'm only 11. I should probably explain how got into this situation. It all started on February 1, 2000 something I do not remember specifically due to flechette rounds in my hippocampus. Anyway, I woke up on that day with an uncertain look. A look between happiness and Sadness. My happiness was because today was my 11th birthday and my mom said that she would give me a present and said that my present will change my life forever. She would always give me the weirdest and coolest things. Last year she gave me a lava rock, the year before, a strange egg that radiated heat, and the year before that, a bunch of weird shirts like one that was cool; and by that I mean temperature for the suit itself was cringy, and one that always felt suffocating, which was weird since it always fit me, and other ones like that.
I felt sad because there's a catch with the gifts. I had to routinely step on the rock to "build up my heat resistance" even though it was not even that hot where we lived, then again I had to plop charcoal into the egg, which I really should ask her about but every time I tried I would strangely fall asleep, and eventually I just kind of accepted it, and I would have to wear one of the 7 shirts, each month, no matter if they made me sick, were heavy, or made me get attacked by random animals, it didn't matter. I woke up and lazily stepped out of bed with a yawn. I ruffled my pitch-black hair and walked inside the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked at my reflection and groaned. I was wearing an orange shirt with red stripes. It was one of the 7 shirts and made me feel the calmest. It was hot too most people but made me feel perfectly warm at all times. It made me feel energetic and ready to take on the world. It sucks Id have to change it now. My hair was covered with sprinkles. At first, it was confusing but then I remembered.
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Yesterday was my sister Clara's birthday. Since we were born just a single day apart my parents would use half of the cake as my sister's and the other half as mine. Unfortunately, my dad would always cut it wrong and Clara would get the smaller piece every time, and it always infuriated her. It was pretty weird that's all it took to infuriate her. She always seemed joyful, and although unnaturally deductive, never tried to flaunt her intelligence...unlike a certain blonde asshole whose sitting in a different room from me. She probably took my bag of sprinkles and dumped them in my hair overnight. I put my head in front of the fountain and turned my head so that the water would touch my hair and not my ce. I began to count the sprinkles as they fell out and washed down the drain. (I lost count around 39 but there were probably way more) I turned the faucet off and reached for my toothbrush, which was almost broken in half. My hands must've still been wet because it fell right in the toilet. I was about to grab it but I couldn't help but feel like something bad would happen. I have a really big fear of water. It's not even the fear of drowning although that definitely helps it was just the water looks freaky to me for some reason. It looked too calm and with how it would always bob back and forth, almost like it was breathing. I looked in the cabinet and pulled out a nail clipper.
I reached inside the toilet and began to pull out the toothbrush. Just when it was almost out I heard the pattering sound of rapid feet followed by the door swerving open revealing my mom in her pink dress covered in white polka dots. Her hair seemed frizzled and if looks could kill I'd be dead five times over from the glare she gave me. The second she arrived I forgot what I was doing and I tripped over my own feet and hit my head on the handle and with a loud gurgle the toilet flushed, sending both halves of toothbrush and dad's nail clipper down the toilet. My mom let out a long sigh before softly saying: "You overslept. School starts in 5 minutes" My eyes widened. I was not having a very good morning.
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Netheril’s Glory
The protagonist, Punk, is a cautious, cold-blooded, and ruthless Mage.His goal is always his top priority, over feelings or morality. When unnecessary, he doesn’t like to act like pigs to eat tigers; there are almost no life and death struggles, sometimes risky but steady progress. No strong enemy everywhere, Instead, Punk is always a strong enemy of others.And he has a very keen interest in the secrets and teachings of the Netheril civilization.
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Warning: This story is purely for practice. Do not expect me to finish it. Do not expect it to be good. Do no expect regular updates. Do not expect perfect grammar. Do not expect good story-telling. Do not expect innovative ideas. This will be very ameturish. Also there will be profanity, possible light-sexual content and possible gore. All criticism is welcome. Kenta is a 17 year old who on his way to a grocery store sale, dies and is reincarnated into a world of fantasy, where magic and mythical beasts exist. Everyone in this world has a status menu, like a game, which tells a persons name, title, skills and attributes. In this world the strong rule and the weak fall behind. As a baby people start out with 0 skills and 0 attributes. Everyone in this world can build up their attributes, learn skills and earn titles. A select few a born skills and raised attributes. Kenta having died in his previous world, is shocked to learn this, but quickly adapts to this game like reality and uses his knowledge and training to help survive in this new world. Upon opening his status menu, he notices he already has a skill. Skill: Eater: Allows one to consume any singular item (excluding proper food) to gain skills/attributes. Consuming dangerous substances will not kill you.
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