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Terran standard time: 11:24 sun fall, the 1st of the month Imperator pater.
The Rogue traders. Founders. Those who step first.
They have many names and even more titles, self-appointed or not, a million worlds have been found by them, a million more exploited to destitution.
Their word...
Greg is stated to be out of shape, also his characterisation as a typical internet troll and conspiracy theorist, also from the little we do get his liking of fast food
A war in the mind of every hero they call it.
Whether or not to fight the rogue doing good.
"And with that thrilling report on the marketability of Arm-master plushies, this meeting is nearly over" Emily Piggot said with a flair of irony as looked ag the meeting docket, an internal sigh as...
Greg Veder was never one to hate.
Though he made exceptions.
Hopping out of the heavily graffitied van, the heroes saw as the greasy haired man stepped out, metal wolf like mask adorning his face as those on the street could see clearly needles and knives already drawing themselves from his...
Greg Veder was always a kind boy.
If only he saw that.
The morning had been fitful for the young Greg, as despite the seeming hours of sleep, he felt not an ounce more awake each sluggish step dragging him from his bed and me. The embrace of the dining room table, so early into the...
Once, there was a Dragon chained under the mountain, innocent yet vicious and snarling, whose teeth were dulled by the armour of a shining knight.
'Today had been surprisingly slow' Dragon thought too herself. Nothing more to register as she waited.
Collin had gone to sleep a few hours...
Greg Veder was never a hero.
At least he could pretend.
Jolting up from the dream, Greg stared at the pitch blackness around his room, the hours fading away like sand in the wind during his sleep.
"One hell of a dream" he whispered to himself as he stood up stretching his sore back...
Greg Veder wasn't a coward.
Or at least he thought so.
He felt sick, each step his bag weighed him down like a stone, crushing him under its non-existent weight as he walked.
Today was the first day back to school, back to Winslow, the heart-wrenching feeling of the plan he had...
The rest of the day seemed to fly by as Sparky restlessly wandered through classes, almost a ghost in his seat as the teacher droned on and on, unable to recall her name right as of now he realised, the shock of his powers too great as he sat down in his chair, staring to his hands, fingertips...
The tired rushing that Sparky felt as he walked to school was dampened only slightly as he stared at his phone screen, the bus ride having been fairly quiet as he waited, giving him ample time to read on the various spells intoned inside the leather bound book of wonders through the photos he...
If you couldn't guess I'm transmigrating my works and also I'm sorry that my grammar can be bad, I do understand and ut us a sticking point of shame for me, I'm genuinely trying my best to work it out
Sparky didn't get any sleep that night, millions of thoughts flashing through his mind, of the horrific fate of the rat at his hand, that too. Played through his mind as he stared at his hand in the early morning, as the twilight of the pre full dawn sunshine shot through his window, the low...
"So Brian…did anything interesting happen today?" Sparky's mother, one miss Maria Johnson asked slowly as they ate dinner, staring quizzically at her son, wearing his winter gloves at the table, the thick leather gloves with wool padding she had gotten him during winter break.
"Hmm? Oh no, not...