Marie was near to panicking, as she watched the monitors in the surveillance room. Her thoughts screamed in her mind. This is unprecedented. How did he escape?! The footage showed a massive explosion in the room, that seemed to not harm him at all, as a barrier was erected at the skin level on his…
It’s so dark. I can’t see… anything. I feel my eyes open, but I have no spatial vision at all. Something is in my mouth gagging me. I’m in a very familiar position. My arms are tightly clamped down, inside something that feels like metallic cuffs, thick ones too. They appear to be solidly bolted…
A theory existed, way back when I was a youth. I remember reading about it on the internet once. The theory goes like this; The first AI to gain sentience would also be the last. Even if two AI’s gained sentience at almost exactly the same time, if one of them had even a one…
"This can’t be Earth. Wasn’t it destroyed by the Volgrim?" I eyed her with suspicion. She returned the look. "Who told you that? I mean, yes, all life on Earth was eradicated, but even with all trees, plants, bugs, and microbes gone, we rebuilt. I’m not saying you can go for a jog on the…
I followed behind Marie silently, as she and I walked solemnly past piles and piles of corpses. I lost count of how many lizardmen we walked past, but it must have easily been tens of thousands. I didn’t know any of them, but I could see that Marie, bless her heart, was fighting to hold…
I stare at the bolt at my feet. This was my doing. Humans killed the lizardmen. Why? Why did they kill my friends? Why did I not tell them to spare the lizardmen? And also… how? How did humans arrive here? How did they manage to enter the lizard HQ? Was there a traitor? Did…
I stared up at the hole in the ceiling, as Samantha and Cassiel followed my gaze. "The lizardmen should be up there. Strange that they aren’t coming down." I stared intently for almost half an hour, before finally sitting down on the ground. While I waited, I decided to create a deck of cards, explaining…
Gressil eyeballed me, as he turned away from Samantha. "Wait, did you say queen?! Samantha, what did he mean by that?" I turned to her as I asked the question. Gressil interjected before she could respond. "Samantha? Ha ha ha! That’s not her name, imbecile! She is Belial, the second emperor of hell! The second…
"…The Illuminati? Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding." I stared at Samantha in disbelief. "You’ve definitely gone too far, you’re pulling my leg." Samantha pouted. "I’m not lying! The humans became smarter and realized the gods were toying with them… they started up secret societies to rid the world of angelic and demonic influence." I…
April, 1776. The well dressed man tapped his cigar on the edge of the podium, as he adjusted his suit and tie while staring at the small crowd. "Demons are real." A few in the front row leaned forwards as they furrowed their brows. "Demons, huh? You expect us to believe that load of kookery?"…
