《Bunker: Post Apocalypse Fantasy Base Building》Teaser
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I pulled myself out of the narrow hole, inhaling my first breath of fresh air since I woke up. I'm not sure how long I laid there panting, but standing up straight and getting a good view reclaimed the air from my lungs.
The city before me lay in ruins. Skeletal skyscrapers reached into the air. Their mirror-like glass missing or shattered. Multi story roadways stood cracked or missing chunks. The concrete having fallen to the lower levels. Their rebar reinforcement dangling like cut tendons. Cars littered the streets like discarded trash and all of it covered in vegetation. Trees grew out of roads, cars, and buildings, a decade's worth of growth. The clear poly dome that covered this section of the city was mostly absent, its panels shattered on the ground or embedded in buildings. What was left had collected bits of dirt and started growing it's own layer of vegetation, shrouding part of the city in green tinted light.
The whole scene was existentially dreadful, yet hauntingly beautiful. As if to welcome me into this new existence or possible to warn me of it foreboding reality, a single distant gunshot echoed across the ruins.
Character Creation will be at end of Chapter 1 (Note: this is not in-world character creation. I just don't actually know what the main character is yet. (Currently thinking Female Tel'ani(a Tel'aniis similar to a tiefling and will be elaborated on later.)))
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Dungeon Darwinism: Deepest Dungeon
Dungeons are a lot like sea turtles. They’re born in clutches of dozens, if not hundreds. A hundred may be born at one time, buried in still burning cities, or in forests where the canopy hides the sky, or in ocean trenches at the bottom of the sea. But only one in a clutch ever makes it to the surface. Everyone knows about dungeons— monstrous factories that emerge out of the earth, full of riches and Arcana and power— and monsters. But most of humanity only know about the dungeons that make it. Mark doesn’t know anything about dungeons. He isn’t from this world, and only as a victim of circumstance has he become an unwilling half of a dungeoncore. The other half is a Dark Lord. (Rewrite)
8 419The Heralia Legacy
In a world where the paranormal is the norm, and your bus driver is a weretiger. Beings in every nook and ass crack of lore are real. Countless species coexisting in a haven called Geas. Divided into three big ruling councils: Mana for the magics, Spectra for the undead and Were for the shifters. But to keep Geas a Haven, there must be a higher presence that enforces it. The Heralia. A being with mixed blood, of great power and the mouthpiece of the gods. Along with his enforcers The Order, the Heralia is the police and the law, the gel of a dangerous society but when the assassination of the century leaves the Heralia dead. A rippling political tide washes throughout Geas, which left everyone wondering just who will be the next Heralia? Enter one: Argus Knight, just an ordinary, if not quirky, college kid in a world where no one is ordinary. Argus’ is happy with his life, even though he doesn’t have any powers or abilities like most of his friends or any money, okay so maybe not that happy. He was left at the step of a shifter temple when he was a child, so that sucked since he must have been a sexy lookin’ baby. Raised by an adoptive shifter mom, that makes the best cookies and gives the warmest hugs and unleashes the sharpest sass a being can wield, and oh, is also the high priestess of the Were Council. He lived his life surrounded by nuns, he was spoilt and gobbled all that attention up and he’s not ashamed to admit it. One day, innocently doing a psychology exam, like pro, if you will, a weird rainbow mist starts gushing out of his skin, for the lack of a better word and suddenly he is floating, then seizing, yup still in mid-air, in the middle of his exuding rainbow aura session, a voice booms out like a missive from the gods themselves, “AWAKEN MY HERALIA”. Sweet baby sugar nuts, what just happened? Join Argus in his journey in becoming the next Heralia, which will be jam-packed with snark, some sarcasm, interesting friends, a dash of heroism, a bit of hubba bubba wink wink nudge nudge with a special friend and an ass crack full of awesome. Readers discretion advised, for readers under 18, strong language and some sexual scenes.
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8 163The Laziest Strength Build
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8 222Phantom Demon [Moved]
A young man is summoned to another world through an ancient formation. However, fate isn't kind to him. After he is summoned, he is neglected and thrown to the back mountains to fend for himself. After stumbling upon an old crystal pendant, his fate takes a turn for the unpredictable. This story moved to xamdblog.wordpress.com This story will at one point contain a borderline NTR. Also the MC will not be a Lone Wold OP MC. If you are looking for a story like that, then stop reading now as this will not be that kind of a story.
8 83Infinity Start
It is 2019...The world is still in conflict with ISIS and the World Leaders had finally convened at a summit.What goes down is unknown but things are beginning to change for better or for worse.Three Countries developed an advanced work of tech that allows the user to enter a new reality...But in Reality, things are changing too. War is ongoing but it is still the beginning...
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