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“Torch! That’s the only light spell I know, but it’s a low class one.” Max shook his head before closing his eyes. He built up elemental essence in his fingers, discharging it in front of him and creating a wall. The darkness slammed against the wall, revealing the shadow within it.
The front two motorcyclists didn’t notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He curled his fingers, bringing the string closer to him. The string tightened around the motorcyclists' heads and ripped them out of their bikes. Their bikes dropped to the ground and laid flat, the engine continuing to run. The motorcyclists were held in the air and gasped as they struggled to get out of the nooses. The man brought his hand closer to his chest and balled his fingers, breaking the necks of both motorcyclists. The squad cards behind the now-dead motorcyclists attempted to gas past the nooses but managed to find themselves caught in the tripwires. The tripwires ignited and an explosion tore through the squad cars. The squad cars from behind the limousines broke out of formation and headed towards the front of the pack followed by the motorcyclists. They didn’t notice a tripwire in front of them leading to the squad cars and the first limousine to be destroyed in the explosion. The remainder of the convoy---two limousines and two motorcyclists---attempted to reverse and escape through the other side of the street. The motorcyclists turned around and tried to swerve around oncoming traffic, but invisible nooses caught them by their necks. The man spared no time and brought his hands to his chest, breaking the motorcyclist's necks. The remaining vehicles, two limousines, stopped dead in their tracks. The doors open as people from the limousines attempted to scatter and escape through nearby alleyways.
“Okay, let’s get out of here then. There’s already five demon lords’ worth of demons here. We need to go before they trample on us. Altis has fallen.” The second holy sword wielder remarked. This holy sword wielder was a young man in his twenties with brown locks. He looked to be in a gray area between masculine and feminine. He wore thin and lightweight iron armor.
“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front of him, but the force of the punch knocked off the dangerously slim and weak Grian off the rooftop. Grian dropped his dagger and held onto the ends of the rooftop. Tank chuckled as he watched Grian holding onto the rooftops for dear life. “You had a chance. But you sliced my offer in half. Now you’re about to die.” Tank laughed as his muscles retracted. Tank crouched down and plucked off one finger. The men laughing up a storm. He plucked off another finger. Then another. Grian’s grip loosened, dropping his right hand, dangling in the air aimlessly. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, A titan rises slowly, but falls quickly?” Tank asked. The men around him sneered and joked at Grian’s expense. “Guess that phrase was about you.” Tank plucked all five fingers of his left hand, dropping him. Tank let out a big laugh as he watched the fear in Grian’s eyes grow.
Spinebreaker emerges a new man after merging with a symbiote and threatens the safety of humanity. To combat this new threat, the government funds a mysterious man's organization known as DREAM. The DREAM Organization is in charge of making artificial superheroes even at the cost of kidnapping normal humans and infusing a metagene within them. Jane Row, an artificial hero (or mutant), appears in order to free a new batch of heroes and destroy the DREAM organization but has to deal with the threat of Spinebreaker.
Welcome to Generation.
The knight headed to the closest and easiest rank F dungeon, nicknamed the ‘Rookie Dungeon’, venturing into it. The Rookie Dungeon held ten floors of easy monsters for beginners. The first floor held Horned Rabbits, rabbit creatures with a sharp horn that can pierce an amateur's gear. The knight gained ground within the first floor, closing onto the middle of the dungeon where a small horde of Horned Rabbits laid in wait. Once he made it to the middle, he was attacked by the small horde of rabbits. The lightweight and quick rabbits made a fool of the knight’s heavy armor and weapon. The knight swung his broadsword, catching the slower rabbits and slicing them into pieces, but missed the quicker ones. The quicker ones escaped the broadsword’s slower swing and allowed them to attack the knight’s heavyweight armor. The Horned Rabbits’ attack dealt no damage to the knight, instead, irritating him. He swung his broadsword, but the attack was too slow for the quicker rabbits, forcing the knight to retreat a few feet to gather his thoughts. Unfortunately, the rabbits didn’t allow the knight to fallback, denting his armor and making a bigger fool of him. The knight swung his broadsword again and again, but couldn’t catch up to the Horned Rabbits’ quick speed. The Horned Rabbits were too swift and avoided any of the knight’s slow attacks. Frustrated, the knight decided to fall back to the outside of the dungeon, leaving with his head laid low.
Welcome to Scrapped, a blog type of sorts, for the author: Nick Venom. This series will be the successor of 'Jayhawk News' and will expose information about the most popular series under the 'Jayhawk Studio' label. Alongside the main account of 'Nick Venom', is the sister location of 'LI Production'. In addition, another account using the same name as the main account is on Forgefiction. Aside from the accounts, this series will provide fun facts and alternative paths that a story could have gone down. Join Nick Venom as he explains his life as a young teenage writer.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with your Destiny Slip? Don’t tell me-” Ark started, a shocked expression overtaking his face. He had realized what happened. Echo’s Destiny Slip foretold of a gloomy destiny.
“Run! Miss Violet!” Cerriyla shouted as she ran towards Violet, blocking any attempts of capturing her. Cerriyla managed to keep up with Violet as they neared the edge of the castle that overlooked the sea. Violet stopped dead in her tracks, hesitating to jump. “We need to jump, miss!” She shouted while grabbing Violet’s hand. Violet looked back at the horde of magicless Royal Guards that followed behind them, soon surrounding them. Violet turned back and nodded her head. Cerriyla nodded before squeezing Violet’s hand before leaping over the edge of the cliff, bringing Violet with her. The guards overtook their last position and watched as they were swept away by the current, calling off the mission.
“Torch! That’s the only light spell I know, but it’s a low class one.” Max shook his head before closing his eyes. He built up elemental essence in his fingers, discharging it in front of him and creating a wall. The darkness slammed against the wall, revealing the shadow within it.
The front two motorcyclists didn’t notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He curled his fingers, bringing the string closer to him. The string tightened around the motorcyclists' heads and ripped them out of their bikes. Their bikes dropped to the ground and laid flat, the engine continuing to run. The motorcyclists were held in the air and gasped as they struggled to get out of the nooses. The man brought his hand closer to his chest and balled his fingers, breaking the necks of both motorcyclists. The squad cards behind the now-dead motorcyclists attempted to gas past the nooses but managed to find themselves caught in the tripwires. The tripwires ignited and an explosion tore through the squad cars. The squad cars from behind the limousines broke out of formation and headed towards the front of the pack followed by the motorcyclists. They didn’t notice a tripwire in front of them leading to the squad cars and the first limousine to be destroyed in the explosion. The remainder of the convoy---two limousines and two motorcyclists---attempted to reverse and escape through the other side of the street. The motorcyclists turned around and tried to swerve around oncoming traffic, but invisible nooses caught them by their necks. The man spared no time and brought his hands to his chest, breaking the motorcyclist's necks. The remaining vehicles, two limousines, stopped dead in their tracks. The doors open as people from the limousines attempted to scatter and escape through nearby alleyways.
“Okay, let’s get out of here then. There’s already five demon lords’ worth of demons here. We need to go before they trample on us. Altis has fallen.” The second holy sword wielder remarked. This holy sword wielder was a young man in his twenties with brown locks. He looked to be in a gray area between masculine and feminine. He wore thin and lightweight iron armor.
“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front of him, but the force of the punch knocked off the dangerously slim and weak Grian off the rooftop. Grian dropped his dagger and held onto the ends of the rooftop. Tank chuckled as he watched Grian holding onto the rooftops for dear life. “You had a chance. But you sliced my offer in half. Now you’re about to die.” Tank laughed as his muscles retracted. Tank crouched down and plucked off one finger. The men laughing up a storm. He plucked off another finger. Then another. Grian’s grip loosened, dropping his right hand, dangling in the air aimlessly. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, A titan rises slowly, but falls quickly?” Tank asked. The men around him sneered and joked at Grian’s expense. “Guess that phrase was about you.” Tank plucked all five fingers of his left hand, dropping him. Tank let out a big laugh as he watched the fear in Grian’s eyes grow.
Spinebreaker emerges a new man after merging with a symbiote and threatens the safety of humanity. To combat this new threat, the government funds a mysterious man's organization known as DREAM. The DREAM Organization is in charge of making artificial superheroes even at the cost of kidnapping normal humans and infusing a metagene within them. Jane Row, an artificial hero (or mutant), appears in order to free a new batch of heroes and destroy the DREAM organization but has to deal with the threat of Spinebreaker.
Welcome to Generation.
The knight headed to the closest and easiest rank F dungeon, nicknamed the ‘Rookie Dungeon’, venturing into it. The Rookie Dungeon held ten floors of easy monsters for beginners. The first floor held Horned Rabbits, rabbit creatures with a sharp horn that can pierce an amateur's gear. The knight gained ground within the first floor, closing onto the middle of the dungeon where a small horde of Horned Rabbits laid in wait. Once he made it to the middle, he was attacked by the small horde of rabbits. The lightweight and quick rabbits made a fool of the knight’s heavy armor and weapon. The knight swung his broadsword, catching the slower rabbits and slicing them into pieces, but missed the quicker ones. The quicker ones escaped the broadsword’s slower swing and allowed them to attack the knight’s heavyweight armor. The Horned Rabbits’ attack dealt no damage to the knight, instead, irritating him. He swung his broadsword, but the attack was too slow for the quicker rabbits, forcing the knight to retreat a few feet to gather his thoughts. Unfortunately, the rabbits didn’t allow the knight to fallback, denting his armor and making a bigger fool of him. The knight swung his broadsword again and again, but couldn’t catch up to the Horned Rabbits’ quick speed. The Horned Rabbits were too swift and avoided any of the knight’s slow attacks. Frustrated, the knight decided to fall back to the outside of the dungeon, leaving with his head laid low.
Welcome to Scrapped, a blog type of sorts, for the author: Nick Venom. This series will be the successor of 'Jayhawk News' and will expose information about the most popular series under the 'Jayhawk Studio' label. Alongside the main account of 'Nick Venom', is the sister location of 'LI Production'. In addition, another account using the same name as the main account is on Forgefiction. Aside from the accounts, this series will provide fun facts and alternative paths that a story could have gone down. Join Nick Venom as he explains his life as a young teenage writer.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with your Destiny Slip? Don’t tell me-” Ark started, a shocked expression overtaking his face. He had realized what happened. Echo’s Destiny Slip foretold of a gloomy destiny.
“Run! Miss Violet!” Cerriyla shouted as she ran towards Violet, blocking any attempts of capturing her. Cerriyla managed to keep up with Violet as they neared the edge of the castle that overlooked the sea. Violet stopped dead in her tracks, hesitating to jump. “We need to jump, miss!” She shouted while grabbing Violet’s hand. Violet looked back at the horde of magicless Royal Guards that followed behind them, soon surrounding them. Violet turned back and nodded her head. Cerriyla nodded before squeezing Violet’s hand before leaping over the edge of the cliff, bringing Violet with her. The guards overtook their last position and watched as they were swept away by the current, calling off the mission.