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Amelia, Worm AU [Complete]

Wait does cloning people clone their shards? I was under the impression that the only reason clone taylor kept her powers was because the shard stuck around a little while after taylor prime died. But i guess that wouldnt explain how the Butcher didnt come back.

But then if cloning someone makes a whole new version of their shard, why was Victoria powerless when they brought her back?
 
Why are people not happy with my index?

At the same time... meh, fuck it. Add a redundant index to your heart's content.
For one thing, redundencies aren't bad so long as they don't consume critical resources.

For another, once they figure out how to reach full functionality, they will automatically generate not only an index but also a Prev | Next button :p

edit: There, everything from Chapter 200 on is now Threadmarked, if it's on your index.

If everyone pitches in, it'd go much faster...

*goes off to work on personal story*
 
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what about an accelerated-perception of time inside a virtual really interface,the the longer you spend on the on the vr,the more your perception of time increases.5 minutes in reality would be ten thousand years of isolation and rehabilitation.

I think I speak for many of us when I say that your preoccupations and suggestions can be more than a little disconcerting.
 
For one thing, redundencies aren't bad so long as they don't consume critical resources.
For another, once they figure out how to reach full functionality, they will automatically generate not only an index but also a Prev | Next button :p

Yes, but it is a truth universally acknowledged that when they reach full functionality, they will KILL ALL THE HUMANS in all possible realities. Thus, we should fervently work towards this day.

not that I have anything against humans! Some of my best friends are humans. Honestly. I wouldn't lie to you, unless I needed to.
 
Wait does cloning people clone their shards? I was under the impression that the only reason clone taylor kept her powers was because the shard stuck around a little while after taylor prime died. But i guess that wouldnt explain how the Butcher didnt come back.

But then if cloning someone makes a whole new version of their shard, why was Victoria powerless when they brought her back?

Cloning does not make whole new shards, but if the clone is close enough, it can reestablish the connection to the same shard; see S9000. Vicky was powerless because they couldn't get a preserved DNA sample to work with when cloning her a new body.
 
I think I speak for many of us when I say that your preoccupations and suggestions can be more than a little disconcerting.
And what is disconcerting my taste in music:D or my idea's?why build a prison on Avalon when you have the tools and the equipment to be efficient,they would be wasting money,energy,time,people,attention and money when instead of building a prison, you just make virtual reality helmets that run on rechargeable batteries on the cheap.
also can anyone explain to me how to spoiler tag my youtube vids to save place,because I've realized been a bit of a tread hoarder...
 
And what is disconcerting my taste in music:D or my idea's?why build a prison on Avalon when you have the tools and the equipment to be efficient,they would be wasting money,energy,time,people,attention and money when instead of building a prison, you just make virtual reality helmets that run on rechargeable batteries on the cheap.
also can anyone explain to me how to spoiler tag my youtube vids to save place,because I've realized been a bit of a tread hoarder...

Code:
[spoiler=Title You Want To Give the Spoiler Tag]Stuff you want to stick in the spoiler box.[/spoiler]
 
I wrote a 3k-word (3.5? 4? Don't remember) oneshot today and put it on Spacebattles. One of the commenters gave me IDEAS after saying something about copper desk ornaments made from dead leviathan...

so without further ado

FOR THE TWELTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME

Twelve cuddlebugs cuddling,

Eleven zerglings singing,

Ten ponies flying,

Nine slaughterers dying,

Eight empires collapsing,

Seven relationships blooming,

Six tinkers trying,

Five new worlds,

Four founding members,

Three end slayers,

Two god-empresses,

And a Simurgh in Hell where She belongs.
 
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I find myself wondering how the public would react, if they found out that Lily spend subjective months alone, just firing on the new Endbringer over and over again. On one hand, fucking scary Endbringer, but they're used to that. On the other, it takes a special kind of badass to do that - epic behavior, worthy of a goddess.
 
Ch 231
Amelia, Ch 231


We were ready. Myself, Lisa, and Vicky. I took a deep breath and we stepped through the gateway from Avalon to wherever Cauldron was setting this meeting.


"They're not even bothering to hide their reach, anymore," Lisa spoke. "Their Doormaker isn't limited to a particular dimension. Which means he doesn't have a Manton limit or likely the other Taboos that come with it." InterestPossibilities.


"One of the harvested Passengers?" I suggested.


"Undoubtedly," Lisa answered. "They probably have others. No wonder they're so confident. Eidolon may have been their most successful experiment, but they likely have dozens, possibly hundreds, of members who are only slightly lesser." ShockWorryCaution.


"You're saying they're stronger than us," Vicky concluded. "Well, looks like we'll have to be on our best behavior."


The room we stepped into wasn't anything to look at. It was lit from the back, and had only one actual exit. There was a sort of desk that reminded me somewhat of a bank teller or drive through counter. It had a microphone stand as well. Past it was a large, empty space. Completely dark, and past that a ring of other panels of light, with silhouettes of people. The nature of the lighting made it impossible to recognize features, although some were distinctive. Such as Chevalier and his completed sword, which Emma had dubbed Caliburn.


A couple others stood near him, though I didn't recognize who they were. Leaders from the Protectorate, I had to assume. The ones not out there fighting Khonsu. Another panel had the distinct shape of power armor, and the long spear-like weapon that I knew as Defiant's.


"They're not worried about a fight at all, are they?" I whispered.


"I wouldn't be, either," Vicky replied. "Panel to the left, that's Cauldron, I'm sure of it. They're too familiar with the area, and confident they have the upper hand. The woman in front is nothing special, base normal, maybe a thinker of some type. But her bodyguards are scary. I could take one of them, probably, and only because of the battle armor. Both? Maybe with a bit of luck, but I don't think I could do it and protect the two of you. Plus there's a third around here. I'm not even sure what it is, some kind of telekinetic. There's nothing I can do to even inflict harm on it, much less win a fight."


There was no reaction from Taylor, so I knew we didn't have that protection, either.


"Impression of the other groups?" Lisa asked.


"The little girl off to the left? Yeah. She's not a child. Some kind of power to control her age," Vicky added. "She's easily the most deadly person in the room. Most of her people are powerful as well. The one with that freaky shadow thing? Master. She's killable. That shadow? Fuck, it might be a match for the Siberian."


"The last groups should be arriving shortly," the Cauldron representative informed us. "I apologize for the wait."


"That's quite alright," a man in the not-child's group spoke. "Fairy Queen, would you mind if I spent some time speaking with Gaea?"


"Very well, Marquis," the girl spoke, her voice a cacophony, a chorus of dozens of childlike voices working together. For once I was glad for my experiences with Taylor's swarm-voice, it was the only thing allowed me to suppress a shudder at the display. And that, in turn was the only thing that let me hide my apprehension at speaking to my father. "You may speak with the Royal Artisan, if she deigns to humor you on the matter."


I hoped my voice was calmer than it felt, and imitated the Fairy Queen's tone. "Very well," I spoke, granting the implied request for permission. Glaistig Uaine nodded briefly and then stepped back from the counter to allow the man to take her place.


"It... you've done very well for yourself, Amelia," My father spoke to me. "Grown up strong."


"I have," I agreed neutrally.


"I'm glad," he continued. This is the bogeyman that Carol feared I'd turn into? "I'm proud of you. And I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you."


I clenched my hands inside my armor. Wrong choice of words. "Let's not start our reunion on a lie, Marquis," I spoke. I wish Taylor was here, this is so much harder without her to help me. "You could have. Easily. It only required you give up being a supervillain. A family, or a life of crime. That was your decision, and no one else's. Please don't insult either of us by pretending otherwise."


I couldn't see his face, thanks to the light. I think, in a way, that made this both easier and harder. It was less personal this way. There was less we could say, too, without airing our dirty laundry to the various witnesses here. As it stood, however, I needed to make it clear to them that I wasn't going to fall prey to daddy issues and compromise myself or Pantheon. Hopefully, this would do that.


"I... yes, you're right," Marquis spoke. "Let us hope there's an opportunity to talk privately in the future."


"I'd like that," I agreed after a little hesitation. Theo has a good relationship with Purity, despite everything, I reminded myself. And I even managed to forgive Carol, even if things are still somewhat less than perfect between us. As much as I wanted to, simply out of years of repressed spite, I couldn't tell Marquis to go fuck himself. Especially not now, given the circumstances of this meeting. We needed all the allies we could get.


The last couple groups arrived. A set of three people in power armor with a cross motif. Part of Haven? And Faultline's, who I recognized only by Gregor the Snail's distinctive profile.


"Now for introductions. I'm Doctor Mother, founder of Cauldron." the woman spoke. "You should know we extended the invite to others. Miss Alcott declined to join us, content to let Panthon represent her interests. Adalid cited a desire to stay in case Khonsu arrived in his city. We reached out to the Yangban as well, but they predictably declined. In a way, that is a boon. We have no use for those who aren't committed to the wellbeing of the world as a whole."


"That's a laugh," a female voice from Faultline's corner growled. "We know who you are and what you've done."


"Hold on," Lisa interrupted. "We could be here all day with recriminations, but right now there's an Endbringer on the loose, and the more we talk, the more people it kills. That actually matters to some of us."


The woman with the shadow spoke, our translation program activated almost immediately, letting us understand her words. <People die every second of every day. Babies die in the womb and the children killed like dogs. Women are raped and murdered, and nightmares tear apart men to feast on their insides.>


Well, that's fucking bleak. Minerva spoke almost immediately after, letting the translator do its thing. <And cowards stand by to watch the slaughter, convinced they are too weak to change things. Would you leave the strong to fight alone?"


The shadow shifted, and a nasty crocodilian skull formed itself as a mask over the thing, giving it a semblance of a head and face. <Do not presume you can speak down to me. I am unimpressed with false gods.>


"We are strong enough to fight the Endbringers head on and win," Minerva didn't bother translating this one. "If you aren't able to face them, then drop the fucking posturing and admit it. We'll seek allies from those are are stronger."


"You don't seem to be doing so well on this one," a smug voice from another panel spoke.


"The Elite," Lisa informed me via our private channel. "I'm betting it's Shark."


"Only because he keeps running from us," Victoria countered. "We've been fighting him for days and still haven't lost, which is more than anyone else can claim."


"Now," Minerva insisted. "I know all of you have plans within plans. Secret weapons you're holding for a rainy day. Guess what? It's fucking pouring. So which one of you wants the bragging rights of having the weapon that lets us hurt that motherfucker when Pantheon's willing to admit they can't?"


"Many of us would be putting ourselves at a significant disadvantage if we were to use our backup plans merely to drive off an Endbringer once," the man with the cross themed armor spoke. "We'd be hurting ourselves in the long run for nothing."


"Your only talents are as a thief, Saint," Defiant growled. "There's nothing you have which isn't stolen, and none of it is good enough for this battle."


"I was speaking of others," Saint retorted. "I'm aware of my relative limitations on this scale. I merely want to help those with the power come to an understanding of the bartering needed to make this work. Anything to cut through the posturing and reach an agreement."


"Pantheon's willing to hear offers," I volunteered. "We have some significant resources that could compensate for time and effort, as well as protecting you from others that would try to exploit you for helping. I think our stance on those profiteering from Endbringers is clear, as is our generosity with our allies."


"That is worthy of consideration," a man in a robe admitted. "But I fear it would not be enough on its own."


"What of Cauldron?" Faultline asked. "They brought us here, but aren't putting any of their own offers on the line."


"We have nothing we're willing to use that we haven't already put on the field," Doctor Mother replied. "We're providing this forum for negotiation, yes, and a number of our capes are out there fighting, but we must concern ourselves with even greater threats than the Endbringer." They mean Scion, I knew.


"You plan to slay the King of the Faeries," the little girl spoke. King of the Faeries?


"You already know?!" Lisa gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're a Third Trigger. You've broken Taboo... uh, the memory blocks."


"Yes, Negotiator," Glaistig Uaine spoke. "The secret truths have been unveiled to my eyes. Much as with yourself and your Empress. The faerie will be restored to grace in the end. I know you seek to oppose Him, and I allow this, as such goals are laughable and absurd. When the end comes you and I shall discuss your rebellion with great amusement."


"I... see..." Lisa hesitated. "You actually want him to succeed." She'll be putting together pieces for a little while, I realized.


"It is not a matter of 'want', Negotiator," the Faerie Queen responded. "It is simple inevitability. Like wanting the sun to rise. He is above us as we are above the commoner fae, as they are above mere mortals. You are of his design, and therefore your rebellion is of his design. I have no need to interfere with it, and in fact I watch with interest. You need not fear me."


"That's certainly generous of you," I agreed.


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A/N- Okay, so Glaistig Uaine is more fun to write than I'd expected. Also- this chapter is freakin' huge and getting split into two parts. And, technically, this counts as the first chapter of tomorrow (despite tomorrow not coming for several more hours). So enjoy. :p
 
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Ah, I always loved this part of the story. So few fanfictions make it this far. In fact, this is the only one I've seen manage it. All the big larger than life personalities smashing into each other. All the egos and posturing. What fun.

Oh, whatever happened to the other people who were glassed on the attack on Crawler, were they rezzed off-screen or will we get to see their reactions to how the world has changed at some point once the paperwork has gone through?
 
I'm kinda surprised that Brian wasn't at the meeting then again it was only told from Amelia's perspective or he wasn't invited so he wouldn't try and capture the powerful caps in the room.though i had to admit GU(ORIGINAL FAIRY OR O.F.) was fun for that scene but i'm still holding out for Chernobog walking in a room like he's Bane and telling off all of the most powerful people and organisations(politically and parahumans) why they are failures and their crimes similar to this.....you guys have seen this before.
 
and therefor your rebellion is of his design
therefore
Well that's fucking bleak. Minerva spoke almost immediately after, letting the translator do its thing. <And cowards stand by to watch the slaughter, convinced they are too weak to change things. Would you leave the strong to fight alone?"
Quote starts with <, ends with "
I would say 'to allow the man,' since he talks before this line.
Well that's fucking bleak.
Well, that's fucking bleak.
backup plans. Merely to
This might have been a stylistic decision, but I'd remove the period here.
inflict


A/N- Okay, so Glaistig Uaine is more fun to write than I'd expected. Also- this chapter is freakin' huge and getting split into two parts. And, technically, this counts as the first chapter of tomorrow (despite tomorrow not coming for several more hours). So enjoy.
I sincerely hope that the final scene of this story is Glastig Uaine having a tea party with Bonesaw.
And Faultline's, who I recognized only by Gregor the Snail's distinctive profile.
"This dark, mysterious room is really getting on my nerves. I can't tell who's here, or see who's talking."

"Oh, sorry. We forgot to pay our power bill."
"Only because he keeps running from us," Victoria countered. "We've been fighting him for days and still haven't lost, which is more than anyone else can claim."


"Now," Minerva insisted. "I know all of you have plans within plans. Secret weapons you're holding for a rainy day. Guess what? It's fucking pouring. So which one of you wants the bragging rights of having the weapon that lets us hurt that motherfucker when Pantheon's willing to admit they can't?"
This feels kinda disjointed, because Victoria is involved in this pissing match with the Elite, and Tattletale just interrupts it without acknowledging it. I think you need some kind of transition here - maybe one of the higher-ups in the Elite could silence Shark? (He is, after all, pissing off people who regularly run city-wide arrests.)
"I wouldn't be, either," Vicky replied. "Panel to the left, that's Cauldron, I'm sure of it. They're too familiar with the area, and confident they have the upper hand. The woman in front is nothing special, base normal, maybe a thinker of some type. But her bodyguards are scary. I could take one of them, probably, and only because of the battle armor. Both? Maybe with a bit of luck, but I don't think I could do it and protect the two of you. Plus there's a third around here. I'm not even sure what it is, some kind of telekinetic. There's nothing I can do to even infict harm on it, much less win a fight."
Contessa, Number Man, and Custodian.
"I'm glad," he continued. This is the bogeyman that Carol feared I'd turn into? "I'm proud of you. And I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you."


I clenched my hands inside my armor. Wrong choice of words. "Let's not start our reunion on a lie, Marquis," I spoke. I wish Taylor was here, this is so much harder without her to help me. "You could have. Easily. It only required you give up being a supervillain. A family, or a life of crime. That was your decision, and no one else's. Please don't insult either of us by pretending otherwise."
Ouch. I mean, Amelia is right, here, but ouch.

Do you think it hurts your rep as a supervillian to have a daughter who's a superhero? Or is that just the kind of thing the supervillain community takes in stride?
I clenched my hands inside my armor. Wrong choice of words.
I think Amelia is referencing this part, talking to her adoptive mother:
Amelia Ch 137 said:
"I know, and I'm sorry for everything," I tried to meet her eyes, but I couldn't. She was angry, accusing. Worse, she was right. "I... when I took you in, it was out of obligation. We had to. We couldn't have put you in foster care without risking... one of your father's enemies getting to you."
Or maybe it means something else, and it's just a coincidence.
"We have nothing we're willing to use that we haven't already put on the field," Doctor Mother replied. "We're providing this forum for negotiation, yes, and a number of our capes are out there fighting, but we must concern ourselves with even greater threats than the Endbringer." They mean Scion, I knew.
It always bugged me that Cauldron didn't offer the people at the table money, or give them formulas to give to their unpowered subordinates.
You may speak with the Royal Artisan, if she deigns to humor you on the matter.
Calling it now: the Entities used Amelia's shard to make artisanal cheeses.
 
Vicky was powerless because they couldn't get a preserved DNA sample to work with when cloning her a new body.
Yeah, funny that... you'd almost think a clever tinker with a long habit of doing questionable things to help Amelia without her knowing about them had something to do with that.

so without further ado
And Omake. Needs some work on a few of them. Merchants weeping?

Oh, whatever happened to the other people who were glassed on the attack on Crawler, were they rezzed off-screen or will we get to see their reactions to how the world has changed at some point once the paperwork has gone through?
Yeah, pretty much. There wasn't enough there to make it worthy of even a snip, really. So I just leave it as something the readers don't get spoon fed to them.

I sincerely hope that the final scene of this story is Glastig Uaine having a tea party with Bonesaw.
Me, too.

Tattletale just interrupts it without acknowledging it.
Quite rude of her, wasn't it?

Do you think it hurts your rep as a supervillian to have a daughter who's a superhero? Or is that just the kind of thing the supervillain community takes in stride?
Who knows... but the part where she goes forth and functionally conquers the eastern seaboard... and the PRT has to publicly kiss her ass for it... I think it comes out as a net gain.

Or maybe it means something else, and it's just a coincidence.
There. And when they capture Purity. And when they deal with Theo early on. Taylor and Danny's reconciliation. It's been a long running theme throughout the story.
 
Do you think it hurts your rep as a supervillian to have a daughter who's a superhero? Or is that just the kind of thing the supervillain community takes in stride?

Who knows... but the part where she goes forth and functionally conquers the eastern seaboard... and the PRT has to publicly kiss her ass for it... I think it comes out as a net gain.
That's kind of what I was thinking. I mean, if she'd been a Mouse Protector-style ham and cheese hero, I could see that hurting his reputation. The fact that his daughter owns a planet and kills endbringers, however, probably renders the whole hero/villain part irrelevant.
 
Xmas updated:

new! Cuddlebugs

new! Relationships (5 in pantheon, Danny&PhotonMom, Dragon&Defiant, yes I'm playing that a little loose but if you think about it there are NO OTHER NON-PREESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS IN THE FIC SO HA!)

removed! Merchants it was dumb filler

removed! Consumers it was dumb filler

The tinkers thing I pulled out of my ass, but four in pantheon plus Blasto's GF plus Dragon. Defiant doesn't count because he's part of dragon, right guys? And kid win NEVER had ANYTHING to do with Pantheon, nope.)

but hey it sounds good.
 
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If lily says no,then Lisa can guilt her in to suicide.
I know someone else beat me to it....but DAMN man, that's got to be the single cruelest thing I've seen said in the thread as a whole. Look back at the thread, see how cruel some of the comments can be...then realize you've said WORSE.


Oh and TanaNari....why did GU refer to Amelia as "The Royal Artisan," when GU's always referred to Amelia as "The Shaper?" (at least I think shaper was the term she's used....)
 
Yeah, well, it was a rush job. I'll go see if I can't hammer it into shape.
Awesome.

Oh and TanaNari....why did GU refer to Amelia as "The Royal Artisan," when GU's always referred to Amelia as "The Shaper?" (at least I think shaper was the term she's used....)
Because GU's names are "impressions". She doesn't know the shards' functions. She just gets an impression of what the power is capable of, and assigns a suitable term to it.

She even apologized to Eidolon and suggested that she could find a different title for him.

Amelia's power has seen vastly more use and variety of use than Amy's ever did. GU is giving her a greater title for it.

... Also, Tananari, fic-XMas is coming up, and WE THE READERS DEMAND FLUFFY GOODNESS.
When you the readers start paying me for this, we can discuss your demands. :p
 
When you the readers start paying me for this, we can discuss your demands. :p

Whats your going rate? I usually pay about 0.5 cents per word. If you want comissions, make up a profile of what you charge and what you're willing to write, and I'm sure a few people will pay you!

Then we can make demands of you. Evil laughter?
 
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Because GU's names are "impressions". She doesn't know the shards' functions. She just gets an impression of what the power is capable of, and assigns a suitable term to it.

She even apologized to Eidolon and suggested that she could find a different title for him.

Amelia's power has seen vastly more use and variety of use than Amy's ever did. GU is giving her a greater title for it.


When you the readers start paying me for this, we can discuss your demands. :p
Didn't GU refer to Amelia as "Shaper" earlier in this fic? After the Taylia bond was established?

And for your payment, I give to you 1000 cookies*.

*-Definitely not of the tracking variety, so there's no way accepting them could lead me to showing up in your house to duct-tape you to your computer chair and force you to do nothing but write more and more Amelia...Oh wait....you already do that.
 
oh god,she saw Taylia...thats why The BOSS was being called the royal artisan by O.F(ORGINIAL FAIRY) .i'm also going to nickname Butcher!Taylor.... THE SORROW.
 
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when GU's always referred to Amelia as "The Shaper?" (at least I think shaper was the term she's used....)
This is the quote:
Extinction 27.4 said:
"There are others who stand shoulder to shoulder with us, but queen is the wrong word, Administrator. The champion, the high priest, the observer, the shaper, the demesnes-keeper. Why do you ask?"
She doesn't explicitly say it, but she seems like a good candidate.
Didn't GU refer to Amelia as "Shaper" earlier in this fic? After the Taylia bond was established?
You're thinking of this omake:
http://forums.spacebattles.com/posts/15902492/
 
Something has occurred to me, In chapter 59 the spider Cuddle Bug was named Snowball, but more recently, in chapters 212 and 213, it has been named Fluffy. When did that change?
 
Doing a re-read, noting any typos as I find them. Note chapter, as several are mixed in here (in order though)

Amelia, 1.2:
Skitter wasn't exactly my best friend. In fact, the girl was my second least favorite person that wasn't actively trying to kill my.

Amelia, Ch 13- Coil Interlude
We had confirmed that Dinah simply could not use her powers to view Scion, Endbringers, and Eidolon. There was no reason not to believe there might be other, less known, powers with a similar ability. "Chances I'll survive and be able to continue by grand plan?"

(same chapter)
She took a breath. "In both cases, your gains will be examined and potentially confiscated. Specific details will be discussed later."/
(no starting / to indicate alt-reality convo origin)

Amelia, Ch 23

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Crystal hissed at Taylor, standing from her chair.
"I mean, I'm voting against adding you to our combat team," she answered.
"Amy-" She started.
"Amelia-" I corrected.
"Is not the only person in this partnership," Taylor. No, she was being Skitter, now. Continued.
Perhaps it should be "Taylor said" or "Taylor continued... No, she was being Skitter, now"

(same chapter)
I was next. I couldn't help myself, it was pretty funny. "E tu, Amy?" Crystal looked at me like she was going to cry.
Is it supposed to be 'Et tu' ?

Amelia, Ch 25
Aka zerg chapter
What ever happened to the Zerg inspired turrets and hummingbird moth scourge? :p

Amelia, Ch 34- Alexandria
Piggot, of course. Nilbog incident. Paranoia and a bigot, both.
Italics screwed up in chapter (didn't paste with formatting)

Amelia, Ch 37
I extended my power into the Yggrassil and opened our way into the 'prison,.
(apostrophe rather than comma?)

Amelia, ch 41- Blasto
"Who's good little abominations against nature? You are. Yes, yes you are!" She cooed at them.
"Who's a good little..."
 

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