A young man named Jason Hiro is depressed and feels as if his life is aimless, thus he volunteers to enter a cryogenics program so his body will at least be useful for science. He wakes up 100,000 years in the future, only to discover that humanity has gone nearly extinct, the humans who remain are all slaves, and the slave masters are the Demons. Humans are nothing more than chattel for their new overlords.
Demons now rule the galaxy, but Jason discovers he has a unique power called Wordsmithing, a magic which descends from the legends of King Arthur and Solomon, one that can rewrite the fabric of reality based on his imagination and cast by speaking a single Word of Power. Will Jason be able to uplift and save humanity? Or will the forces of evil prove too powerful to overcome?
Author note: The entire middle section of this part was rewritten as part of the HFY re-releases and updates. Check out the original version here: https://reddit.com/r/klokinator/comments/ecglou/cryopod_refresh_80_original_version/ "Whaddya mean Phoebe left?" I ask, while staring at the guard in disbelief. "She was here only four minutes ago!" As usual, people mill around us in the Core….
Author note: The entire middle section of this part was rewritten as part of the HFY re-releases and updates. Check out the original version here: https://reddit.com/r/klokinator/comments/ecglou/cryopod_refresh_80_original_version/ "Whaddya mean Phoebe left?" I ask, while staring at the guard in disbelief. "She was here only four minutes ago!" As usual, people mill around us in the Core….
Rosalia and I stomp down the corridors of the Labyrinth, our footsteps echoing far into the distance. The flame in my hand burns hotter than usual, a result of my rising anger. Judging by the water dripping from the ceiling, I must be close to one of the aquatic areas. I despise water more than…
Rosalia and I stomp down the corridors of the Labyrinth, our footsteps echoing far into the distance. The flame in my hand burns hotter than usual, a result of my rising anger. Judging by the water dripping from the ceiling, I must be close to one of the aquatic areas. I despise water more than…
The hallucination before me, shaped like that of a noble king, begins pacing back and forth. I know he’s a mirage, given his ghostly appearance and how only I can see him. Unlike ghosts from old cartoons who wore bedsheets over their heads, Solomon is a man with carefully combed blonde hair and blue eyes….
The hallucination before me, shaped like that of a noble king, begins pacing back and forth. I know he’s a mirage, given his ghostly appearance and how only I can see him. Unlike ghosts from old cartoons who wore bedsheets over their heads, Solomon is a man with carefully combed blonde hair and blue eyes….
Bael flops on the floor of the destroyed Hell Harbor Annex. Having recently demorphed from his Balrog form, the Duke of Pain is sapped dry of all his energy. He groans. "Aaaooo… I’m dead inside. You guys go on without me. I can’t move a muscle." I glance from him to the remaining demons —…
Bael flops on the floor of the destroyed Hell Harbor Annex. Having recently demorphed from his Balrog form, the Duke of Pain is sapped dry of all his energy. He groans. "Aaaooo… I’m dead inside. You guys go on without me. I can’t move a muscle." I glance from him to the remaining demons —…
I frown in annoyance. The heater in Neil’s SUV isn’t working. It’s freezing cold outside. Neil and I drive toward Meldora, the city on Maiura I liberated not even a week ago, and the harsh bite of a snowstorm chews through the rig’s steel-clad exterior, chilling the inside of the car. Maiura’s weather cycle can…
I frown in annoyance. The heater in Neil’s SUV isn’t working. It’s freezing cold outside. Neil and I drive toward Meldora, the city on Maiura I liberated not even a week ago, and the harsh bite of a snowstorm chews through the rig’s steel-clad exterior, chilling the inside of the car. Maiura’s weather cycle can…
