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Gummy,the plasticity girl~Chapter 2
Gummy,the plasticity girl.

Chapter.2

銀行内は緊迫した空気に包まれていた。
「ほほう、どう”終わり”なんだよ？」
相手はたかが女１人、こちらは２人で武器は拳銃。おまけに人質までいる。
川口はノブに&#
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Wilbur glided over the city of Washington D.C., with Bernard and Bianca on his back, the two of them dirty, exhausted and still in shock over the massacre they’d narrowly survived the day before. Bianca couldn’t stop blaming herself for not going back to help the other mice. Bernard insisted going back would have meant death. Once the two had staggered up to the roof and Wilbur dislodged his beak from the door, they explained everything, and resolved to make the trip to the nearest Rescue Aid Society outpost, located in the basement of the United Nations Information Center in Washington D.C. With any luck it hadn’t been hit
Gummy,the plasticity girl~Chapter 1
Gummy,the plasticity girl

Chapter.1

うららかな３月の昼下がり。街行く人達の服装もここ数日は、厚手のコートやジャケットから薄手のシャツやカーディガンなどの軽やかな春の装いに変わっていた。
気象
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Upon returning to the Brisby home, Abigail explained to her friends what had happened and what the Great Owl had said. It seemed that the next course of action was to leave for Thorn Valley, without haste.

“Thanks for letting us spend the night,” said Gadget to Mrs. Brisby, smiling and putting a hand on her shoulder, as everyone gathered outside by the Ranger Wingamathing, “I don’t know what we’d do if we hadn’t met such a kind family.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Mrs. Brisby answered shyly.

“Good luck at Thorn Valley,” said Timothy, “When you get there, try and find my b
Unworthy {9}The creaky wooden door opened.

Loki didn’t bother turning around at first, but the smell of white amber soon aroused his curiosity. He craned his neck around and jumped as a small child unceremoniously plopped downin fron of the bars, grinning ear to ear.

“Hallo!” Fyr said breathlessly. Her face was beet red and she was gasping for air. A fine sweat was beading on her forehead. “Wheeeew. That was a long run.”

“Hello,” Loki replied scratchily, stiffly turning around and crossing his legs. He weakly smiled as well; it was hard not to when such a sweet child was so happy. “Why so excited?”
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For our assault, I had chosen to bring my combat knife, a silenced Kleiner handgun, and a few explosive gel capsules. Tifa carried her crossbow and what was either a large hunting knife or a machete, I don't specifically remember which. Jack opted to bring only her scalpel-esque blade, which she assured me would be sufficient. Lastly, Skall was equipped with a serrated sickle, another set of gel capsules, and some kind of SMG. 
We immediately began the lengthy trek to Fort Kleiner, and luckily, we made much better time than I originally had. The tower was in sight just as early morning hit, still giving us some shadow to work with. Except for a few more patrols and drones, the scene was unchanged, and for a split second I contemplat
Transformers: Inception- Prologue
TRANSFORMERS: INCEPTION

Prologue: The Introduction

Explosions rocked the burning ruins of Iacon as a terribly wounded Optimus Prime dragged his bleeding chassis out of the fallen architecture that once was the Iacon Hall of Archives. Crawling into his command post, he grabbed a ledge to pull himself to his pedes as he limped over to the damaged communications grid. Energon seeped out of a myriad of abrasions and threatened to spill more as he forced his weakened structure to operate under normal status while he could feel his sensual impulses starting to wane drastically. Opening a private channel to the underground Autobot base, he began t
Cyclonian Chronicles: A Forgotten Storm Chpt 2Cyclonian Chronicles: A Forgotten Storm
Chapter Two

The skimmers engines purred softly as the Dark Ace left Cyclonia with a small squadron of three trusted Talons, the hidden compass leading the way. Anymore and they would be noticed quickly by any skynights in the quadrant, which they didn’t need.
Time was of the essence here, as the Dark Ace was sure Cyclonis would try and increase the energy intake so she could do more things than just talk and lie down.
Cyclonis hated showing a weakness, and more than once it had come at his expense.
Yet he was just prized enough to stay her right hand man, especially in times like this.
The last
Bloodied Air - Part 4 [A Dead Space Fanfic]I didn’t even realize I could become so winded. It was apparent to me that, in this situation, it was no surprise at all. Hell, I could barely even keep myself steady, no-less hold on to the tool I now had to trust as a weapon.

Carelessly flipping myself over against the wall of the small compartment, I caught the sight of Sifty’s helmet shifting and collapsing back into his RIG. The sound of the machinery clicking and sliding were the only sounds in the room besides the heavy breathing coming from inside of my helmet, and now from my new companion’s open one.

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Unworthy {8}Yet another week wore on. Two Three.

Another mark was scratched into the wall with a bit of stone. 21 tally marks and counting, engraven in the damp, earthy stone, waiting for him to go mad.

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“You okay?” The kid asked.
“I’m fine.”  Dennis replied.  “Just thinking…”  Eric hesitated, still eyeing t
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Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure I

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You groggily awoke from your sleep.  You wanted to stay in bed, but you had too much to do.  Slouching, you walked over to the counter.  The chrono said that the time was 3, Dr'gog Time.  You weren't sure what exactly that meant, but it felt early.  You fumbled through your belongings in the drawer, eventually finding everything you needed.  Satisfied that you had everything, you looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall.  What did you see?

A young human male with a reckless smile on his face and a blaster pistol on his belt.

A young human female with a warm smile on her face and a lightsaber on her belt.
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More choices coming later, this is the first part of the Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure, set in the Star Wars Universe.
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