You sit bolt upright and scream inside your helmet.

You died.

The memory is fresh and raw. One of those soul-starved mad youkai - one you had thought was dead - crept up behind you and delivered a blow to the back of your head, giving half a dozen of the others the opening they needed to close in. You can still feel the rusty swords piercing your sides, battering your chest, and slipping in under your armpit to skewer your heart. You can still feel your blood spreading out across the filthy ground and the sensation of your body growing cold.

You flip your visor up and pitch forward, overcome by the need to vomit. But there's nothing in your stomach, so you just dry heave painfully for a few long minutes, staring at the cracked flagstones underneath your hands.

Eventually the horror passes, leaving behind an empty place inside where a piece of you used to be.

But somehow there are no wounds on your body, your vision is unclouded, your head is clear, and your blood flows strong in your veins; you live again, for now.

Yet although you have all your belongings about you - your plate armor, your sword and shield, and sundry other items in the bag on your belt - you are not in the same place where you fell in battle. You died in some rotten woodland hole, your quest barely begun.

Now you stand in the ruins of some great shrine, high walls open to the clouded sky where the ceiling has fallen in here and there. All about you is stone polished smooth by age and dark hardwood soaked with centuries of smoke. The lower floor where you are is dominated by a large shallow circle cut into the floor with stone steps all around the edge. Twin staircases lead up into the shadowy remains of an upper story, while something glows dimly in the deep recesses of the building far behind you.

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You think this is a story about you.

No. This is a story about aliens.

You think the main character is also you.

No. This is a story about me.

Who am I? I am Colonel Sergei Gorokhova.

Maybe you do not believe in aliens. This is okay. Sergei is here to protect you from these aliens.

You see, this is Sergei's job. Normally Sergei would not be allowed to tell you such things. But you know that you will read this. You will laugh. You will believe that Sergei is merely telling a fun story.

It is okay.

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[ ] TOMORROW NIGHT.

You are hurting all over, and you are guessing that it’s only going to get worse as the night goes on. It probably wouldn’t look too good if you ended up collapsing when you first arrived on location for the job, not to mention the fact that you’re clothes are in pretty sloppy shape at this point. The job will most likely still be there tomorrow night, and even if it isn’t it’s not like you don’t have other options to follow after what you just went through. Better to bring yourself back and let your body rest, then head on over tomorrow night.

As you walk on back to your apartment, you begin to realize the soundness of your decision. With every step you take your body begins to protest more and more. You didn’t think that you had battered yourself up this much; maybe that the last trick you pulled off in that test chamber put more strain on your body than you first thought. Still, it’s not like anything’s broken, and you get the feeling that you should be fine if you can get some rest.

After what feels like hours, your apartment building finally comes into sight. With a small sigh of relief, you use your key to open the front door and walk inside. A quick check of your mailbox reveals nothing, and a few seconds later you’re past the entry and walking towards the sweet, sweet relief of your bed.

“Oy, Conner, there you are!”

Oh crap, you forgot about this particular pitfall. It probably would have been wiser to crash over at Suke’s tonight, because right now you’ve got a tall, grinning landlady bearing down upon you. And if the bottle in her hand is any indication, she isn’t here to chat.

“Hey there, Old hag,” You say with a weak grin, “Did you get the-”

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A whirlwind of romance and youth.

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I mussed up my hair. It was a petty act of rebellion. The mousse made it sticky and prone to staying in place, making it a hassle to completely remove lingering traces of order. The face in front of me frowned. That roguish charm of his was conspicuously missing. Even though his face was flush from having come home in a hurry and his collar was unbuttoned in an act of defiance, he still looked way too prim and proper.

It was a shame. His boyish good looks were wasted with needless distractions. I placed my hand on the mirror, apologizing silently to my reflection.

I had taken off my tie the moment I had left the restaurant. I took it out of my pocket and dumped it unceremoniously on top of the pile of clothes I was wearing. I had half a mind to burn all of them. Symbols of oppression, they were. But that would have been too childish and reckless, even for me. Instead I finished stripping and grabbed a more comfortable and less ornate outfit from my room.

Auntie wasn't home. She probably wouldn't be for quite some time. If the remark about getting a drink later was true (as it seemed to be) she might be out until late at night. I was lucky to have been allowed to slip away as the second round of dessert came around. There were very few experiences in the world that were as traumatic as two older women alternating between discussing you and discussing topics which appealed only to females. In short, it was hell. The tragic realization that they were of about the same age dawned upon me too late. And I had been thrust in the middle of it for several hours as they babbled on about my upbringing, about my coming out of my shell, how adorable I had been as a toddler, how I made an impression on the young ladies these days, how so and so kissed so and so on daytime TV, this neat little shop that sold the best and most supportive undergarments, how the food was delicious and surprisingly low on calories (the chef had featured

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[1] – (WIS) Sure, why not? I’m only wagering half of what I have at most though.

“Alright, let’s do this. I’ve got enough self control to not go for broke anyway.”

“That’s the spirit!” Rob says. It begins to float off, beckoning to me with its wispy tail.

“Lead the way. I do need to make one stop though, while I’m still thinking about it. Best to do it now, seeing as most shops will be closed later tonight.”

“Be quick about it.”

My errand is, of course, getting myself a couple empty books and some writing materials. I’m going to need to start assembling my own spellbook, seeing as it would be massively inconvenient and rude to keep borrowing Yuki’s.

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My take on a High School AU. Just an experimental stuff, probably won’t be updated for a long time.

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Good. Fucking. Morning. Everyone. I’m a high school student.

Ah! Yes! That’s one way to start a story, isn’t it?!

Anyway, I’m not your usual high school main character.

First, my parents aren’t dead. And I love them.

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Hello, this is probably my first proper CYOA. It'll mostly be for laughs. We'll see how far I can go with this.

Premise: Yumemi has never held a drink before in her life...until last night. And now it's today and she doesn't remember a thing. She can't hold anything down either. But that's the least of her worries. Yesterday before her first glass she was just a jobless professor. Today she may or may not have bedded half of Gensokyo and the other half want her dead. CHIYURIIII!!!

Without further ado....

I woke up. I quickly regretted doing this.

"...Oh god...." It wasn't a prayer. It was more of a curse, one aimed at....what, exactly? The pain? The nausea? The world?

Urgh....

The world will do. Damn you, world. Stop shaking. And spinning. And going all...URGH....

....

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Not-Recap:

A young vampiric magical girl, depressed by the state of her life, meets an entity of unknown origin. They can only communicate via paper – that is, the girl must write, each word becoming meaning to the entity within her paper. The entity replies in similar fashion. This entity is aptly named Words. The girl thus far is known as F__nd__.

With little to no directive in mind, the two (or one, technically) gallivant about the girl’s home, getting into a variety of shenanigans. They meet the other members of the household: a time-stopping maid named Sakuya Izayoi; a gatekeeper and gardener named Meiling Hong; a magician known as Patchouli Knowledge; and the powerful Mistress of the mansion, the Scarlet Devil.

In the evening of that day, a visitor, Ran Yakumo, arrives at the mansion. The visitor informs those of the household that a puncture has been made in the Hakurei Barrier (the border between Gensokyo and the outside world) somewhere within their beloved mansion. During the meal, a small incident gets F__nd__ into trouble. The Mistress offers her a deal: help uncover the source of this barrier problem, and F__nd__ will not be punished for the incident.

After a night of tr

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Well, I finally did it! I present to you, the good people of THP, an update!

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If your aunt wanted you to know the secret now, she’d have called you to her office. So, you might as well wait for her to tell you and Shou later. But you wonder for a moment as to what to do now. Lunch is nearly over, so going to the cafeteria is out. Standing up from the bed you stretch and say, “I think I’m going to go on and head to class, the bell should ring by the time I get there.”

Medicine looks at you frowning. “You sure? We could still talk for a few minutes.”

“Sorry, Medicine,” you say sincerely. “I’ll come by again sometime, okay?” She nods hesitantly, but manages to force a smile. “Alright, see you later!” You wave as you walk out of the room and the two wave back.

The halls are starting to come alive as students are leaving lunch early to meet with friends in private, or to get to class early to avoid the post-lunch rush. You wind up making a wrong turn and winding up in the English hall, Mima’s room is in the science hall. Most of the classrooms are empty at this time, but there are still a few people studying silently or getting help from a teacher. It won’t kill you to wander around some more, so you continue down the hall.

You eventually come across a familiar figure. Tyrone from gym is in the middle of the hall talking to a girl who looks a few years younger than you. She’s got short brown hair with a piano hairclip. “-ure? I wouldn’t mind.” You catch the end of his sentence, but aren’t sure what he’s talking about. Not that it matters. As you start to walk past Tyrone looks at you and calls out, “Hey Alex! Watcha doing?”

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Chapter One Start: >>/others/44310
Chapter One Summary: >>/others/45527
Chapter Two Start: >>/others/45616