Story takes place a few weeks after amii's twelfth's birthday where her mother decides its the time to drive her to the other part of the island and reveal a deep secret about themselves and why they never seen any of their relatives.

Natsumi begins training her daughter over the course of time, turning her into a fully fledged out sorcerer leading amii to investigate why.

Amii learns how to invade memories and decides to invade her mother's privacy while she's alseep, discovering extremely dark truths resulting her into running away.

Natsumi attempts to rescue her daughter from the band of rebels plotting to destroy the government. While making the exchange for the book of enchantments for her daughter's life, she suffers a serious injury by her attackers leaving her daughter to cry over her dying body while they disappear into the night. Once her mother passes away, an unexpected guest arrives.

(Crowning Explanations) When Heavy-Hearted Play- [Mario Kart 8]

Why Play Mario Kart 8 precisely? For many reasons obviously. Because don't you wanna be the very best? the best there ever was.

1. Cuz it's fun. Why else wouldn't you want to get your hands on this electronic game. The controllers are painless to master. You have a dozens of people online to compete racing against. You have around 48 raceways to get immersed in, and 36 characters to choose from. That's more than you'd probably utilize, including a variety of karts, bikes, and ATV's to customize from.

2. If you were a fan of the original Super Mario Kart: Coins make a return. This time around you only have to collect ten of them for extra speed boosts. However if your namely me with coins.

3. When colliding into another transportation, you'll receive a additional speed boost. And if there's two facts Nintendo wants you to digest from this experience, it's their positive outlook on litterbugs and Fender Benders.

4. For the succeeding time around you'll be open to Hang Gliding beyond the track, have access to Anti Gravity Mode, and be introduced to new weaponry featuring: The Boomerang Flower, Crazy eight, the Piranha Plant, and to combat against the blue turtle shell or any other collision weaponry; The Super Horn. Now if additional violent outbursts doesn't squawk entertainment and measured playing field then I don't know what must.

5. If you were having concerns whether or not you should proceed purchasing the latest DLC. Do it. DO IT NOW! The extra Nine Freshly created tracks and seven Remastered Raceways are a unanimous decision. Including the supplementary racers.

6. The online experience is fucking fun.The connection is usually undisturbed, and there are a incredible amount of competitive players to best with.

7. There are so many reasons to play this game, including the 68 themed soundtracks for each distinct course. Unlike it's previous predecessors, this one doesn't support shared background music.

I mean the development team behind Mario's Kart 8 made sure to examine every aspect this game proposes in distinction to:

The different mass classification for each driver's stats.

Including the transportation's body, tires, and glider effects on the acceleration, purchase, management, and velocity.

To the calculated physics approach in extensive enemies and barriers.

And you may not be able to relate to this, but...it feels really good to receive a blow job while in first place. Mario Kart is so visible you will always see what's coming ahead, unlike those dreaded silent hill fogs.

So I hope you enjoyed this video because if you didn't, well I don't really care, and here's some gameplay of mine.

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Is Naruto Ultimate Ninja [PS2] worth playing?

Well if you look past the god awful story mode, if there was one there to ever begin with, there is actually quite a unique enjoyable game-play to be had here.

Let's talk about the menu screen, some of the characters reading off the options and giving explanations almost all appear to be completely drained of life or the drugs they've injected into their arms are finally wearing off.

What's the gameplay like? The gameplay is a 2-D fighter where you and a partner(who will often appear in and out of the screen delivering you either weaponry or food to boost your stamina, unless he is interfered by your opponent's attack.) are against another team same as you.

The coolest thing about this game is if you hold X and up, you'll appear on the upper part of the screen what'll either represent as a second floor or a distant background set.

The controllers may feel a little intimidating. Circle is to attack, Y is to perform your special when you store up enough chakara on your chakara meter you have to build up. Square is to throw unlimited daggers or if you press L1 or R1 it'll switch over to the different items you've collected in your inventory.

L2&R2 are to block. The fighting is fast paste and fairly repetitive, some matches lasting a good five minutes and always clenching your teeth.

Oh yeah, when your performing your special, it'll transition to this cinematic animation scene where you have to press a number of buttons in a fashionable order to inflict critical damage, giving your opponent the same opportunity to reduce damage.

I'm surprised the

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where if you tap the X and up button, it'll transport you to the upper deck of the map, and vise versa for the same course of action. You have these partners who fight alongside your characters that pop in and out of screen occasionally, often waiting to give you weaponry to battle against your opponent, and you can also interfere with the opponent's assistant by going over there and punching them in the deck.

They also have these objects around the stage where if you break through them they'll either reward you through chakara or weaponry or a boost in energy stamina.

Chakara is the meter bar where if you store enough of it you'll be able to perform a powerful attack which will usually lead into these cinematic anime shos

In the city of Benfers Decline, a famous movie actor who suffers from long term mental illness snaps, turning his mansion into a fun-house for murder he believes is righting the wrongs in the world.

Phoenix W. Densmore slams the studio's back door open against the outside metal staircase railing, shouting at the tip of his lungs infuriated, ringing throughout the spotless alleyway:"What a dumb fucking script!" He descend the path steps, crosses the alleyway and rounds the corner to the front where his own personal limousine was waiting for him. His chauffeur stood near the back entrance, Aaron O. Saunders, a elderly man in his late fifties with amber colored eyes, oblong head, beak nose, thin lips, peach fuzz pointy chin, and luxuriant sideburns."Good evening Sir Densmore," He greets him with a neighborly voice. " and how was filming inside the studio today?"

"Duck Soup. what do you think!" Phoenix retorts aflame. "Lamebrains were dangling me like a piece of meat all day on set." Aaron unlatches the door. Before Phoenix enters, Aaron apprises him:"And the air conditioner better be on this time or I'm deducting your pennyworth pay."

Aaron responds dealing a amused smirk, meeting Phoenix's demand as he's welcomed by the kiss of cool breeze on his face and hands coming out of the vehicle, gently shutting the door behind him. Phoenix walks over the glowing geometric baby blue/white pattern flooring, resting his throbbing lower back against the soft comfortable leather bench seat. He gapes up to his own reflection in the ceiling mirror, fixed on the person everybody criticises for wearing skinny jeans, white iridescent belted sneakers, double breasted black army jacket, and having medium cut neon hairstyle like a girl. Often people would mistake Phoenix for a girl. "But I'm not a girl." He would reply, though when he thought about it, he wasn't a boy neither. Whatever, it doesn't matter what those shit hogs say. The front driver's door suddenly opens and closes, a moment later the window separating Phoenix from Aaron becomes unwound revealing the limousine driver's benevolent smile, asking him,"Where to sir?

"Where else. Driver me fucking home, Aaron. I don't feel in the mood for a detour today. God as my witness, I'll be cutting off heads if I continue to stare at these rambunctious creatures."

feeling repulsive by his character, bearing the thought in mind: I know I shouldn't be nasty toward my employees...but lately everything's been PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF!!! Sometimes I don't even feel in control of my own body, as if somebody is planting these thoughts in my head or some greater force is directing me toward the edge of a cliff.

Phoenix wore his proud double breasted army jacket with his fashionable skinny teared dark blue jeans and white iridescent sneakers. Often people would mistake Phoenix for a girl with his slender body and neon medium length hairstyle. "But I'm not a girl." he would inform them...Nor a boy when he thought about it...Whatever.

"As you wish, sir." Aaron winds up the window and begins steadily pulling away from the curb. Phoenix, feeling repulsed by his character, reclines his head

...I'll apologize to that smiling twat later, shove a couple of twenty bills inside his pocket. Aaron closes the door behind him, pressing the button and unwound the small window separating him from the rest of the limo. "Where to sir?"

The limousine begins steadily pulling away from the curb. Soon after Phoenix watches in relaxation while they pass along the studio.

the studio security box office and then onto one of the main roads inside Penny slope City. As they progress uphill alongside the luxury hotels, malls, and restaurants, Phoenix contemplates his unhinging behavior.

Lately he's been getting upset constantly seeing on the news another terrorist attack struck the city of Strive City, this one being a bomb down town. Or about reporting a girl with supernatural powers flying above the city. What's this world coming to? Are people that desperate for entertainment now they have to broadcast it on the news. And as if it wasn't bad enough letting those morons on the internet run wild and getting paid more money than me by being a couch potato, reaping the rewards from somebody else's work and pass it as their own. Another thing I can't stand are the fucking dumb remakes and senseless music being published today. Hell, it's gotten so bad this generation that child pornography is being made legal through artwork and sold on the market. Don't even get me started on the sexual molestation games neither. Phoenix stares outside the window while having another swig, focused on the people crossing each others paths to their destinations. I can't believe still I survived the real world, taking orders from assholes who play favorites and can't even make the right decisions after years of mosquito (People) sucking the business dry by placing their responsibilities on others while they play chase the skirts around the rooms. Like the wise elders said 'This system is damaged, people are still starving, the government are still holding secrets from us, we can't unite the race as one, we can't find the cure to cancer, and etc'. Whatever, at least I know I do my part by giving a enormous amount of donation to charity. Maybe one day I'll actually be able to turn this world on its head. Without warning somebody slams into the side of the limo, sending Phoenix cracking his head firmly against the bulletproof glass window, rendering him unconscious.

I kick the studio's back door open, slamming the end heavily against the outdoor metal railing. "What a dumb fucking script!" I scream enraged, descending the staircase. I proceed through the shady alleyway, rounding the corner, bearing the unmerciful sunshine on my skin and clothes, and see as expected parked by the curb: my own personal limousine driver Luke J.U Casterwalls. As I approach he opens the back door beaming his heartfelt smile. "Good evening sir, and how was filming inside the studio today?"

"Fucking Fantastic, what do you think," I lash back, having half a mind to smash his head through the bullet proof glass. "Take me home. The air conditioner better be on as well or I'm cutting your pay!" I duck inside, being met with the cool breeze kissing my face and hands. Luke closes the door gently behind me, probably having a few wise cracks at my anger issues, though is missing his balls to tell me off.

having the door gently closed behind me, scooting over to the seat in the upper deck of the limo where the flat screen was facing me and a refrigerator underneath supplying some of my favorite brewI open the small fridge and unscrew the top of the brown bottom, taking a few massive gulps of frustration. I hear my limousine driver get in, closing the door and starting the ignition. Short after we pull away and go through the security gates, making our way to my million dollar mansion. I turn on the TV and perceive the history channel talking about this elderly mass murderer who claimed the lives of forty female victims, some of them children, hiding their bodies in his attic where he chained them up and done unspeakable things to their corpses. Sometimes I wonder what would drive a person to the brink of insanity, though when I look around with spiteful eyes, I'm not surprised anymore. The problem this guy had was his face looked like a shriveled vagina, probably why nobody wanted to touch this old teeter totter his entire life. He had ape-like ears, a big rough mouth and chilly eyes what would haunt your nightmares for decades. I'm betting he tried prostitutes once, and even they valued their distance from the ugly beast, to the point I bet they paid him to stay away. I chuckle in the limo. I change the station and land on the music network, listening to a young uprising female vocalist singing heavily from the heart with powerful instrumentals and beat seizing my full attention. Suddenly her course is over and I'm listening to this loud mouth overweight black character rapping about sex, fame, self promotion, riding in airplanes and other complete rubbish. The beat was catchy though, except I'm pretty positively sure it's been doing him wonders or else nobody would be listening. He is somebody I would label who gotten famous clearly by accident. Then again, what does that say about me, I'm a famous actor because I starred in favorite fan movies and gaming products of well established immortalised characters. I recline inside the comfortable leather seat, staring outside the window seeing we're heading up the hill of our city Benfers Decline:

Amii wonders what kind of surprise her mother could be keeping from her. They spent a good three hours stuck inside the car, driving from one end of the island to the other. From the highway Amii stares over the shoreline to the colossal serrated sea outcrops. Amii perceived from elders those outcrops were originally created by the gods in the early twelve hundreds century who once sat atop them watching throughout the ocean for execrable spirits who pledge to arise from the depth of the underworld and submerge the whole island beneath the depths of the salty sea. She was also told the reason everybody stays clear of this area is because they're afraid some of those vile spirits are even now lingering around in the shadows waiting to curse anybody in sight, bringing them eternal suffering. Well at least it made for an interesting story, she thought, never believing in the supernatural, though remembering how she was continuously was compelled to hang on every word.

"How much longer?" Amii question her mother Natsumi. "We've been in the car forever and I really need to stretch my legs."

"Don't worry, we're almost there."

"Yeah, you said that an hour ages ago. I don't think we're ever gonna ever be there yet."

"Quit your yammering my girl. I told you there would be a surprise waiting for you there. You wanted to know why your birth father isn't around, or why our relatives never paid a visit since you were born."

"Of course, but at this length outside of the city, I'm starting to suspect your bringing me to a cemetery, or-or finding a high enough cliff to shoot me off."

Natsumi, looking repulsive, replies:"Quit being so ill minded. That kind of mindset will get you killed."

Amii snorts, laughing aloud to her mother. "Are you crazy, woman? It was a joke." she chuckles, facing the away from her mother.

An hour later, Natsumi parked at car on the side of the road, glancing over to her daughter who put the seat down as a bed and was sleeping with her hands and arms in her sweater. Natsumi gently pushes against her arm, waking her, and notifies Amii they've finally reached their destination. "Yeah, just give me another five minutes." She said dazed, giving Natsumi a crude thought. She presses her hand against the horn, blasting a thunderous boom which startle Amii to jolt from her seat like a cat. She rounds to her mother screaming:"ARE YOU INSANE!" Natsumi couldn't quit giggling, raising a hand and apologizing. "Amii wipes the sleep from her eyes, looking across the highway and discovering they're at an abandon shrine sitting at the top of the hill behind a wall of forest. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me. Did you seriously bring me out here for this mess."

"That's not the reason I brought you here." Natsumi argued. "Now quit being a little brat and follow me." she unbuckles her seat belt, grabbing her crocodile purple texture leather purse and steps out of the car, closing the door. Amii immediately pushes her hands through her sleeves and exits the vehicle. She runs across the deserted highway to her mother's side who is ascending the lengthy thin steps. Before approaching the shrine, Natsumi travels off route and into the soft grassy hill where they had a perfect view of the ocean over their left shoulder. Natsumi leans down taking a seat, patting the grass for Amii to come sit. She does. Natsumi places the purse atop her lap, rocking back and forth, spinning the wheel in her head the best way to explain her secret.

Amii examines the nervousness in her mothers trembling tight lips and worrisome eyes. "Mom, what's wrong? Is it something I did?" Natsumi doesn't reply, instead inhales a couple of massive breaths, terrifying Amii she might do something regretful."Mom, talk to me, what's wrong?"

Natsumi stares to the ground, looking to the sky next before bringing her focus to her daughter. She opens her mouth but the words won't roll off her tongue.

"Mom, talk. You're starting to worry me." Amii's eyes began filling with tears.

Natsumi grabs her purse, opening the clips up and burrowing her hand deep inside until half her arm was gone, astonishing Amii with gaping eyes and a hung jaw. A second later she pulls out this massive book, stretching further than her purse's width clasps touched, as if she retrieved it from behind the book, frightening Amii little. The places the book what appeared to come from ancient times with a hard cover displaying

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Amii sits across from her mother, Natsumi, inside the passenger seat vehicle, being taken on a three hour trip away from Paint city to an isolated area where nobody ventures to anymore. She was promised by her mother there would be a surprise waiting for her other side, though what kind of surprise could she mean? like why her father had been absent for the past twelve years, or the reason her other relatives never come to visit.

The only signs of life she seen from them were through the family picture book. The cover, she remembered, had the design of a griffin crossing the front storming underneath it's wings the symbols of flowers and shaped crystals, supporting a massive cross behind it with a purple gem the size of her fist in the center.

When she turned the first page she'd be welcomed to seeing a picture of her grandmother and grandfather in their late thirties, seated around the kitchen table on a sunny morning, having tea. Grandfather was smiling, she noticed, with grandmother smiling and beaming the finger to the camera, alarming her. Natsumi would mention to her: Grandmother lived her colors on h

Another could pictures involved her brothers and sisters around the coffee table in the living room playing a board game with drinks all around. She seen a picture of her mot

Amii tiresomely leans against the armrest - regretting she hadn't brought her handheld game console along - staring outside her passenger side window to the sunny scenery of the ocean beside the highway, accompanying in the distance heightening jagged rocks being bombarded by vicious waves.

Amii heard rumors from peers and teachers those tectonic plates were originally created by the gods in the early twelve hundreds who once sat atop them watching over the land of evil spirits who pledge to arise from the depth of the underworld and submerge the whole island underwater. Amii was also told that's the main reason people stay clear from this area was for the reason they were afraid some of those evil spirits had taken residents there and would haunt bringing suffering to their entire lives. Well at least it made for an interesting story, she thought, never believing in the supernatural, though remembering how her ears continued to hang on every word.

Afterward Amii decided to set focus to guessing why her mother was specifically bringing her to such a deserted location. Every time she brought up the question 'why they have to travel so far from the city?' Natsumi would respond, revealing a glowing smile (that said otherwise," Because it's a secret...and I wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise."

Could it be the whereabouts of my father, Amii notion, or perhaps she's gonna reveal to me the reason behind our relatives absence of visits. Oh gods, please don't let it be the pet talk of me blossoming into adulthood.

Amii yawns, wondering how much longer they have to drive. Every time she asks her mother she always teases her saying:"We're almost there." She wasn't almost there, and she wasn't ever gonna be almost there. You're just torturing me with false hope now, she snickered out of pain, humor, and agonizing boredom.

soon after her eyelids feel similar to the weight of anvils, falling steadily shut and transporting her into another world.

Amii never talked about it, however she continues to have these bizarre dreams of this buzz-haircut kid riding this ten foot terrifying creature that appears to have been spawned from the gates of hell with the body of a scorpion and spider fused together, having the fur of a cheetah, accompanying demonic and heavenly wings on opposite side.

This kid was riding atop of it's back - grasping tightly onto it's fur - as they flew through the cloudless evening sky toward a city slowly being coated in gold from the streets, buildings, and altering people into forever images of screaming statues holding their lovers and kids.

Then she'd dream about this kid leaping into a river below head first and hearing these masculine and feminine voices crying his name aloud of desperation, horror, and surprise. What was the name again? she would challenge herself to remember when awoken.

Later this memory would be followed by a quote of somebody saying," because we're friends." and she'd dream of these two silhouettes flying in the middle of a hurricane toward each other dispersing from their hands bolts of lightning and meteors set aflame, opening these portals darting splintering purple crystals, books, and liquid acid.

For some strange purpose her heart broke into many pieces at the sight of this blond chick with a purple jacket falling to her knees, her face fading with life and bleeding from the crown, being pierced through the chest by this dark chainsaw sword.

"Help me! Somebody help me!" She perceives a terrified girl cry out, appearing in her late teens, eyes nearly popping outside her skull and ready to have a seizure. With all her might she tries to hold shut the wooden oak door from something on the other side trying to break through. Unexpectedly a hands break through and the whole room becomes encased by this unknown light. Suddenly she is ascending into a dark cloudy sky, stretching for miles over a ruined city, shrieking in sheer agony being chased into the air and bitten every on her body by these supernatural undead creatures.

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I escape the chilly rainy morning stepping inside the school bus, relieved the October cool breeze couldn't flee away with anymore warmth from my exposed legs thanks to the school uniform policy. Should of worn leggings underneath, then you wouldn't have a problem. I pass a small hello glance to our bus driver Joseph A.K Harrison, a thick individual with square glasses, dark brown eyes. thick nose and peppered beard. "Morning Jessica, find your seat quick." He says in a lovely tone, gently pulling away from the public curb.

I peer through the number of seats accompanying rambunctious stentorian Juniors with friends swapping jests before noticing a couple of hands signaling to me at the backbone of the bus, ascertaining subsequently they belong to my home girls: Selena, Montana and Kiyoko.

I hurry through the aisle. Two girls on the left side of the bus catch wind of me and start whispering secrets into each others ears, sharing a snicker. They were probably commenting on how atrocious my long brown hair appear scruffy and in tangles today, though I couldn't care less. Yes you do, or you wouldn't be thinking it. It was better than hearing your mother yelp to you early this morning how it's your unabridged fault there isn't any food in the fridge because her one night stands continue to get up in the bewitching hours to obtain a midnight refreshment. The worst part is whenever they have to cross my bedroom when I'm still awake - either watching the telly or gaming it - they peer in and commence conversing, as if they're going to be present for the next decade.

While approaching the home girls I see hiding from view behind the seat in front of them, leaning against Potbelly Terrance near the window like her own personal beanie bag, Baylee. I detest to confess it notwithstanding Baylee is undoubtedly a glamorous gal with a arresting charming thick figure. She possessed shoulder extent shiny blond hair and perfect symmetrical thin brown eyebrows, big kissable cheeks and a sharp surface jawline many girls in school would relish the opportunity to scrape their knuckles against or play kickball with. I even had fantasize of impaling her face with a wrench until her physiognomy was sludge.

She cackles her deafening horrid trademark cackle, sprawling her legs beyond the aisle to the following seat where their third friend is present ahead of Kiyoko, Oak Tree Jamar. How did I not see those baffling twats there. Probably because you're a easily distracted character.

As I near, Baylee scowls to me with a sower eyes. "What a fucking mess." She states under her breath. I ignore her - but make the mistake of rolling my eyes while stepping over her legs. She raises them, catching me by surprise. My heart jolts, I inhale a quick breath of air, stumbling over like a stack of domino's, then face plant into the emergency door hinge, bruising the left side of my face.

"Holy, walk much?" Jamar immediately retorts strident, sharing a immense laughter accompanying his irksome friends. Baylee pulls back her thick legs before Joseph could regard in the rear-view mirror what the commotion was about. A number of students who witnessed the fall exploded into laughter, furthering my injured face beat red.

"What's going on back there!"Joseph raised his authoritative voice.

Say something! You know this behavior can't be tolerated anymore. SAY SOMETHING NOW! "...I just fell!" I answered exhaustively, pressing one hand firmly against my face, when honestly I wanted to tear that cunt's throat out with my crooked bear teeth.

I see over my shoulders Selena, Montana, and Kiyoko crowd around me, asking if I'm alright. I nod, being assisted to my feet. I glance to Selena specifically when having a seat beside Kiyoko, slipping off my backpack and rest it atop my lap, seeing she's biting her lower lip and clenching her fist in exasperation, wearing bladed eyes ready to draw blood from Baylee. Selena was the kind of friend who would defend you to any length. Hell, she even tussled with Baylee once last year...though unfortunately lost, receiving a fat cut lip, one black eye, strained legs, and one broken rib. She whisper:" Give me the signal and that bitch is dead." I sway my head demanding her to not act imprudent on my behalf. The truth being I couldn't bear seeing Selena in such a train wreck state again. I knew it was my fault last time she was laid flat on her back inside the school field, concealing her tears with soaked sleeves because she fought past me to try and teach Selena a lesson though had no idea she'd been taking boxing lessons for the past couple of years.

"Are you alright, Jess?" Kiyoko worried. She leans forward pivoting my head, reviewing the black bruise on my left cheek and side eye. "Does it hurt?"

Yes it fucking hurts, what kind of stupid question is that! You should have your head examined! I beam to her, replying in a personable tone: "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Forget those brain dead hyenas."

"Yeah, coming from the chick who walks into doors." Terrance falsely criticises, pinching my nerve.

"Hey girl, you like looking like a bird's nest?" Jamar blasts. "or did the bird realise half way through he didn't wanna make a nest in your hair."

Suddenly Jamar and Terrance are entangled through laughter.

Fuck I wanna strangle those two. I wanna see those cocksuckers dead in a ditch somewhere. I'd pay any toll even the souls of all these idiots on the bus to see it.

"If anything she looks like she was raised in a whorehouse," Baylee retorts, snickering.

Like a madwoman possessed before Selena had a chance to open her mouth I shout. "Shut your babbling mouth! At least my parents didn't misspell my name in the operating room. Baylee, they didn't have a proper education to spell Bailey accurately."

"Hey, what's going on back there?" Joseph intervenes.

"My name isn't mistakenly spelt you little bitch." Baylee weighs her words thickly. "And if you talk about my family once more I'm gonna tear that squawk box off your shoulders."

"Who's swearing back there?" Joseph boost his voice forcibly through the lively bunch of students.

I admit openly in case everyone forgotten. "Your family's a turd in a blanket! You're father went to jail for jerking off to child pornography of you!" And like a rocket Baylee springs past the aisle, gripping a lock of my hair and driving me forward into Jamar's backseat, raining furious hooks to the side of my head quicker than you could flip a light switch.

"Get off of her!!!" Kiyoko cries horrified, trying to pry loose her jaw life's grip.

"Holy shit!" Jamar shouts intensely engross, motor rallying:"fight~fight~fight~fight! In a matter of seconds everyone is crowding the back of the bus. I try to defend myself, hurrying to my feet except get caught by a unexpected undertook connecting to my chin, drooling me into the aisle. My other friends interfere, attempting to restrain Baylee, but fuck-a-ccino, she had a bite terrible vicious and a fist exceedingly concrete I thought I was being put into Lala land by the heavyweight boxing champion. At this point all the students have retrieve their cell phones from their pocket, immortalizing me into the hall of fame of the girl who got her face rearrange. They cheer for Baylee, encouraging her to knock all my teeth loose and murderously shatter my nose.

"What the hell is going on back there!" The bus driver screams at such a alarming pitch it starts everyone to the bones. Suddenly a spine-chilling shriek is perceived deriving out of Joseph. Every student including Baylee immediately round their attention to the front of the bus, a split second later they wear the masks of shock value. I wonder what for- the students cry in horror and my whole world gets slammed brutally against the back seat and then flipped around as I witness everyone, especially me, collide into the roof of the bus afterward tossed aside bouncing from one end of the wall to the other before coming up through the snout of the bus; we're engulfed by searing flames.

"She's glowing too." I hear this feminine raspy voice pronounce stupefied. She can't be dead. "She's radiating blue flames from her body!" Slowly but surely my vision begins returning. "Hey, are you in there?" I notice this blurry version of a girl kneeling beside me in front of a smoky background. Can you understand what I'm saying? I endeavour speaking though couldn't process words properly and instead ramble on about something entirely different. Yeah, she isn't coming around anytime soon. The next thing I knew I'm swimming in and out of conscious, hearing their voices at a fainter echoing pitch.

Should we bring her along or let the paramedics take care of her? I hear this gentler heavenly voice say. (Miss Sweets)

Are you dumb! If anybody else catches wind of us, they'll lock us away. Do you know the government does with secrets? Raspy replies distress.

You guys, we better leave this area soon before we're caught by somebody. A more ladylike voice inserts herself. I-I-I don't wanna be experimented on or whatsoever.

But where are we gonna go? Miss Sweets frets.

I know of a place...grab her legs. Raspy replies, they take me behind the lower thighs and shoulders, carrying me away. A minute later, I see them escorting me past this steel fence between two towers, unexpectedly getting drop me on my head. Ow.

Idiot, don't drop her!

It was an accident!

Stop shouting, please! Miss Mature hisses edgy. Listen I'll change positions with you. Just keep a look out for people. They twist and turn my person around corners, through narrow spaces, even hidden within the shadows and behind massive objects.

Holy shit! Is that chick on fire!?! I hear somebody shout.

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Trevor Q. Morrison.

There's something about the night that enchants me to be awake. Maybe it's the dazzling complimentary lights from my apartment picture window on the fifth floor on central street,or the almost tranquility it brought inside my place. At this hour there wasn't anymore troublesome footsteps pasting the floor above me nor thunderous crashes made by children next door, especially youngsters who converse mightily audible penetrating the walls. Every night however it was quite peaceful. The only sounds made were from the streets below what didn't bother me as much. I spread myself over the couch, situating my hands after my noggin and gape past the orange dim lamp lit living room past the attached dining room and over the kitchen counter to the clock, registering I possess five more hours of peace before the world risen again. I plan how to spend the next couple hours wisely, perhaps drifting my worries away by playing the electronic piano in the sound room, or sit out on the balcony with the laptop open chit chatting with friends who were still awake while entertaining myself with a couple of videos from comedian stand ups. Reading a novel is also a good distraction.

I slide the window door open, stepping out onto the balcony and peering over the thick round square railings to the dozens of vehicles and crowd of citizens intervening between each other on the sidewalk. If only parents could see me now, they'd be proud. At an early stage in my life I didn't appreciate them as much as I should have. When I was stuck in my rebellion phase I would constantly sneak outside the house to go meet up with friends and stay out all night walking the streets, skateboarding, and exploring the different parts of the city. We usually traveled by monorail or subway going from the poor district we inhabited to the up north quarter where we could perceive the entire city from the rising mountain. We often walk through parks, skateboard small staircases, grind low railings, and glide down the smooth pavement slope roads with our backs atop the skateboard, laughing. Whenever we headed to the central part of Apple-Crown city there would be a lot of shops open 24/7, including the damn mall. You'd always find us at the arcade and restaurants, shooting the shit about each other. Every time I returned home there would be my parents ready to ground instantaneously. The worst part was they would continue to ship me to school with a lack of sleep, teaching me lesson after lesson of my disorderly behavior until they finally had enough and decided to send me to boot camp. The biggest surprise there wasn't the hard labor though finding the same exact friends there. Talk about flip of the coin. Even though I drove my father up the wall by being kicked out of schools, to meetings with the principle and late night outs, he'd always be there lapping his hand over my head beaming his proud sunshine smile mom said she fell in love with when she first met him at a friend's party.

"You know, we're not so different." He said to me once in the car while driving me home from detention.

"How?" I would follow up with a curious expression.

"Well you don't think I had my share of outbreaks. When I was fourteen me and my friends would skin cats or throw nails underneath car tires and watch them explode sending the driver spinning out of control."

"No way, you wouldn't do something so stupid." I said amazed.

"Well that was a different time. Truth being I only grew more wicked over time by smashing car windows and beating the holy hell out of students because I wanted to prove I was the toughest guy in school."

"That's dumb-"

"Well try explaining that to my seventeen year old self when I thought I could face off against seven massive jocks."

I burst out laughing at him.

"I didn't learn my lesson until it was too late

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Rockstar's real name is Emerson Coleman Radakovich. He got it from his mother Sophia Coleman who wanted to honor her grandfather's name who died in the second world war.

Emerson's character came from after finishing one of his guitar solos where he would perform a self-centered arrogant rant in front of his friends for laughs which became wildly entertaining.

During his high school years, Emerson was a violent individual who didn't take criticism lightly resulting in smashing another student's vehicle, followed by an outstanding criminal record.

Emerson is a recovering drug addict who sought out professional help after his mother found him in bed one morning where he quit breathing.

Emerson's favorite Beer games are Wizard Staff, Beer Pong, and Jake the Snake's DDT: Drink & Drive Test.

Emerson's favorite bands include Guns & Roses, AC/DC, Queen, and Papa Roach.

At age eighteen Emerson got booted out of the house for arguing with his father 'Davis Radakovich' that he wanted to pursue wrestling.

Emerson has been playing Electrical Guitar for over twelve years.

At the age of fourteen, Emerson got into a couple of yard fights and lost, leading him to take boxing classes for stress relief.

Emerson isn't allowed to cross the border due to his lengthy criminal sheet.

B. "Garrison, I'm here to talk to you about Pushing Amii through the ranks. For the past couple of weeks she's excelled at every challenge we given her.

She's a wiz on the mic, has incredible endurance and techniques, including a incredible stamina meter."

G. "Listen, man. As tough as she is, I'm pretty sure she still needs a lot of training. I mean they have only been here for a month. And just because it's your discipline doesn't mean she's special."

B. "How about you quit keeping everyone in the shallow end of water and embrace their talents for what they really are. You don't believe me, then how about we put her in a match against one of your best."

G. "That'll be as easy as skipping a rock across the lake."

B. "Except it'll take place in Hell in a Cell."

G. "Are you crazy? We'll be fired if we put them in that sort of danger-"

B. You know as well as I do, Vince McMahon doesn't let hard work go unnoticed. Imagine the future we'd be setting up for these in ring generals too."

G. "What's wrong with you? they're only juniors. You can't expect them to swim with the bigger fishes that immediate."

B. "Listen here, Rust Bucket. It doesn't take a genius to recognize the amount of hard work these youngsters cry,sweat,and bleed to acknowledge in their eyes they're starving for success."

G."And if you're wrong, we'd both end up fired, stick man."

B. "I would gamble on their futures if it meant making them all champions at the end of the week. I believe in these disciplines as I believed in conquering our own past mishaps."

A."Are you insane! I can't enter that kind of match, it'll shorten my career substantially!"

B. Calm down, let me explain. I put you in this situation, not for my own personal benefit, but to Propel you over the heads of students and teachers and straight to your destination. Trust me, if you take the risk and rise above excellence in the eyes of the holder, you'll not only be a proven leader however the future of this industry. I have complete faith you becoming the first Diva to hold the WWE Championship."

A. "You can't be serious. That's an impossible goal I can't even imagine to touch."

B. "Only because you don't believe. After getting to know you through the progressing week, I hear how you put your faith in others though never enough in yourself. And that's where the real flaw is. You mustn't be afraid to fail, sometimes our greatest failures are our biggest steps ahead."

"You're taking a massive gamble with my career. If I should perish before my wrestling career gets started, I'm gonna sue you a life's fortune and have your legs broken."

B. "I promise you, you won't fall flat on your face. I wouldn't ever put you in jeopardy unless I knew your true limitations.Trust me, everything is gonna be fine."

Hello my name is Niigaani Chysler and today I' here to review the 2015 Korean Thriller/Mystery movie, Office.

Office is about a section chief, Kim Byeong Gook,( Played by Bae Sung-Woo) who arrives home one night from work and decides to murders his family, afterwards he returns to work targeting his colleagues, where police discover on surveillance he has taken refuge somewhere inside the building.

We are introduced to the main protagonist Mi-rey Lee, (played by Ah-Sung Ko) a intern who is desperately struggling to get to work from living outside the city and hold a permanent position there. When arriving at her destination she discovers a group of detectives interrogating colleagues from Kim's section to understand what could of caused his course of action. What they hear in their examination about Kim, how he was a friendly person who wouldn't pull wings off a fly, but slowly over time their thoughts become tainted and right away turn on him.

Now there are a lot of problems I had with this movie like why did I watch it.

Let's talk about the beginning. We see Kim stepping into his luxurious spit-shine tidy home with a obedient heartwarming family and son who suffers from birth defects in his legs. ( I'm no genius but I'm pretty sure most of that furniture was paid for through his son's disability funds) His mother's so ghostly I was wondering if she was some hood ordainment that came with the house. And his wife, miss yum yum, must've been so bored there you could see she arranged the scattered pencils around the house. His whole house is just so eerie.

And we perceive for the first time in Cinema history the world's quietest homicide. I'm surprised they didn't mention that into the book of world records.

I never witnessed a real murder but I'm positive there's some screaming involved when you see somebody raising a hammer at you. (This'll teach you for being too caring!)

I have to make a comment about Mi-rye Lee in this movie, while on her way to work it's saying to me she doesn't believe in stop signs or crosswalks, though why would she, somebody that important doesn't have all the time in the world. I mean call down miss, I was late for two years at my job but you didn't see me flooring the gas pedal. (Something tells me she didn't have a father to teach her: if somethings meant to go wrong, it will.) The thing that stood out for me with this actor was how wondrous her right eye was.

The characters in this movie were like watching cardboard or paint dry.

The soundtrack wasn't anything spectacular or I'd remember it.

The dialog between these characters were as weightless as a feather. The only way this movie was grabbing my attention was how loud Director Kim Sang-Gyu was screaming his lines or being threatening to the other employees.

And the scenes featuring Kim the family killer throughout the rest of the movie made complete rubbish sense at the end, leaving the impression that these characters in the office are suffering from some mental illness or the place runs on hiring loonie toons that broke any ground this movie was trying to stand on.

And Detective Jung-Hoon, (Played by Park Sung-Woong) who was supposed to be a detective snooping around and gathering evidence was like watching water slip between somebody's fingers. Even road kill would have more meaning than this guy's lifetime of work put together.

Another question that escaped me was; why do I care watching where somebody formerly worked. Ah yes, I see, so that was his desk, these were his friends, wow he was so important nobody else could of filled his shoes. Please hit me in the side of the head with a baseball bat, do I have a brain tumor or is this movie being progressed through somebody's work ethics. I couldn't even believe there was an entire audience who paid for a whole two hours to watch this movie, or maybe they just wanted a place to sit.

The redeeming quality about this movie though wasn't it finally ended or it put you to sleep, or made you wanted to commit suicide even more, it was actually seeing how creepy these employees imaginations were. It wasn't Kim the family killer who stole the show, it were these character's hallucinations and day dreams sequences.

The only people to go see this movie are fans of Ah Sung-Ko, such as myself, or fools who like burning their money.

Giving to charity would of made you feel better besides watching this landfill movie.

I notice a seat ahead of them are the same shitheads who won't quit running their mouth to us, Terrance, Jumal, and Baylee. How I couldn't fucking stand Baylee, the self proclaimed queen of the school just because she developed quicker than anybody else. I begin heading down the bus aisle, passing along kids around my age and older laughing aloud with their friends and picking on one another from the seat ahead. While crossing the the fifth row of seats I hear a couple of girl mock how my hair is long and in tangles just because I don't care for brushing it today. As I approach my seat across in the back, Baylee opens begins opening her mouth. "What the hell is that?" she faces me, followed by her friends. "She looks like one of those gross Indians that came from the bush." They break into a laugh. Bitch, makes my stomach sore just being around her. I find a seat on my right, taking a seat beside Suzi across from the others.

Baylee rounds in her seat. "Hey, Jupiter, you think you actually look good with that hair? probably resembles a baboons hairy asshole." Jumal and Terrance burst out laughing. Montana gapes to me momentarily before turning away, covering her face from snickering, being hit in the shoulder by Selena, telling her to smarten up.

"Fuck you Baylee, you're parents couldn't even spell your name right, or were they shitfaced in the operating room?"

Terrance and Jumal get taken aback, entertained by my bark. "Listen here you little fuck face," Baylee retorts. "don't think I won't come back there and punch your lights out."

"Shut you're damn mouth for once! It's twenty four seven babble. Even you're parents can't stand you or they wouldn't have tried to have a second child!" A second later, Baylee doesn't hesitate to leap above her seat, ringing me in the side of the head with her elbow, knocking me dizzy.

"Are you kidding me! fight fight fight!" Terrance cheered on, grabbing the attention of every student in the bus.

"You fucking bitch!" Baylee cries, failing with some right hooks I block.

"Get off of her!" Suzi cries, pushing against her shoulder, not realising I managed to grab a lock of her hair and was headbutting her crown head which unfortunately wasn't inflicting damage to her thick skull.

"I'm gonna kill you!" I screamed like a demon possessed, yanking her forward.

"Fuck you, bitch! I'm gonna crucify your ugly ass!" Baylee replied with a few alarming unexpected underhooks to my jaw, almost sending me into another dimension.

None of us had noticed but all the students were crowding around, pulling out their cell phones recording us, laughing hysterically, calling us all the names in the books.

"What the hell are you kids doing back there!" The bus driver screams at such an incredible pitch it rattles everyone straight to their bones. Suddenly the bus crashes and this enormous sound engulfs

I swear to god if my friends and I have to listen to these annoying guys any longer I'm gonna bite their damn faces off. It was the same routine every weekday accompanying these three students on the bus. Terrance, Jumal, and Baylee, invariably proclaiming themselves as these god-like creatures when in reality they're the thorn to a cactus.

Selena, Montana, Suzi, and I have to always put up with their adolescent behavior, holding our tongues and allowing them to break wind.

Whenever we tell the teachers they're only thrown in detention or suspended from school for a week, what doesn't help a tiny fucking bit.

What these idiots need are a good beat down.

Terrance was the chubbiest of the bunch, with eyes as tiny as marbles and cheeks so blown up you'd think they were beach balls. Jumal's some transfer student from our class at the beginning of the year, very tall, handsome, and physically fit for his age. But Baylee, the blonde hair queen, shorter than five feet, who developed faster than the other students, taunts us whipping her hair back and rolling her eyes at anything we say, naming us the dead bodies beneath the water that walked. In my imagination I relished in the delight of choking her out with my uniform jacket, pressing my foot firmly against her back on the ground, watching her squirm trying to pry loose the jacket snared around her throat while spit foams from her mouth. All I can do is sneer at her with promising bladed eyes she'll have her throat cut one day, but I'm greeted with a kind slap across the face. "You son of a bitch!" I pull her by the hair, retching her from side to side while my friends and hers attempt prying us apart.

"Claire, stop! you have to stop!" Serena cried desperate.

"Get off her you complete psycho!" Jumal forcefully tried pushing me away, only to hear Baylee scream to quit, wildly flinging her hand aside and striking him in the face, sending him stumbling back.

"What the hell is going on back there!" The bus driver screamed, gaping in the rear-view mirror. "Stop fighting, you little punks!"

was bad enough to have stepped in dog shit this morning because nobody else watches the damn dog but me, and mom who constantly screams it's my fault there isn't anymore food in the fridge because we're from the district of our town, Saviors Lane City. Whoever came up with that name had to have their head up their asses because all it's been was hell in this city.

"Hey, can his one hear me or did she jab her ear drums out because she can't stand the sound of her own voice!" The fattest one on the school bus shares a laugh with his friends who think their the toughest kids on the block. I guess somebody forgot to mention to them there's a whole world.

Hok'ee opens his eyes, immediately sitting up, inhaling a large quantity of cool air. He immediately looks around, discovering he's trapped within a ruined city with grey moving clouds.

He ascends to his feet, realising whatever happened he didn't suffer any serious injuries. He begins shouting down the ruined streets, hoping somebody would hear his cries. This is crazy, how the hell did I end up here? he thought panicking.

He climbs over crumbled buildings in the street, playing jump frog atop of the hoods of deserted traffic jam vehicles, climbing a ladder behind a store building to get a good view down the street how far this disaster stretches. To his amazement the city forever expands into the infinity. Where the heck am I!?! He climbs down, holding himself shivering from the cold. This isn't a dream he knew, pinching himself hard enough to verify the truth further, leaving behind two drawn nail lines on his skin.

He walks down a couple of blocks before growing hungry, perceiving vehicles crashed into each other, fallen building collided into each other, gaping holes in the ground the size of ten neighborhoods. He continues to travel through the ruined street, finding himself adventuring down the neighborhood areas, discovering more abandoned vehicles, the doo

"I'm not surrendering until I decked the halls in your blood and organs!" An elderly man roars, lifting this girl by the neck until her eyes immediately became bloodshot.

shutting and a half hour later they arrive at their destination.

Natsumi gently awakens Amii, pushing against her shoulder, notifying her they're finally here.

Amii opens her eyes, welcoming in the unmerciful sunny day.

She stretches the sleep from her body, looking outside her passenger side window and beholding a line of bushes and trees shielding some of the view from the blue sea. Amii rounds her attention to the other side of the highway, perceiving a small hill and lengthy concrete stairs leading to a massive shrine gate.

"Mom, if this is about my religion-"

"No, this is about something entirely different. Come on, I'll show you."

They step out of the car and cross the abandoned highway, walking up the steps until making a turn to the cut grass, taking a seat on the hill.

Deep underground within the government's secret base hospital, Palmer Patterson sits beside the patient's bed, trying best to keep his thoughts at bay, unfortunately though they manage to creep through and swell deep within his heart. He constantly brought himself to the agonizing question what often consumed him full of guilt, wondering, 'How long is this one going to survive

He reminisces about the day when he first came into contact with one of the government representatives. It was at the robotic exhibit expo where participants from all around the globe gathered to display their droids of tomorrow. There were the strangely popular female vocalist drones, animal drones such as the cheetah; faster than any animal or a happy fat man running for chips. There were fish droids who recorded the underwater wildlife finding many of the exquisite sea creatures of the deepest depths man couldn't ever venture. We invented technology to fly in outer space although we still couldn't explore the entire sea yet? Palmer thought.It wasn't even a month before the military officers decided to attach weaponry. You seen a team of creators who assembled a durable mechanical skeleton to assist lifting the supernatural weight of objects such as cars to dump trucks. This skeleton is so powerful it could tear a man in half like shredding paper. There were energy suits to repel matter, an invisibility cloak, behemoth machines accompanying container exhaust and Gatling hardware link to the appendage and shoulders, counting a keen beam laser interior of the eyes. Only five engineers worked on that project and demonstrated by using commonly a modest device. There were microscopic cameras flying throughout the place without anybody's acknowledgement until they approached the table where the engineers were set up controlling the flying robots by their television sets, displaying to everyone how significantly small and easily hidden their devices were. There was another band of people who built a realistic bird for security hardware. Others built robot for warfare. Oh my god there is so many things to see at those exhibits! Palmer thought inspired, also remember when his dad first brought him to one, how he lit up like those androids eyes.

Palmer had just finished setting up his android at his booth table, laptop open and program already running, booting the android on. The crowd flowing past gave him queer expressions, unable to understand what they were exactly perceiving. Palmer's android wasn't anything similar to the others, his android had its wires running outside the body, a egg shaped helmet for a face what lit up in blue light displaying a friendly smile, easily unimpressive in the attendees eye. Except that wasn't where the magic was established, similar to those vocalist drones. No, Palmer aspire to bestowing the robot the qualification to thoroughly possess a subconscious and own organic temperament. Palmer must have worked nine hours a day researching and assembling the mechanical individual until his satisfactory was complete.

A half hour later a family approach his table, mother, father, and child; possibly around the age of twelve. They examining the drone from top to bottom, with a distaste on their face; probably the same remark they give the kid's bedroom at the end of the day. "This robot doesn't look anything decent to the other ones inside the convention."said the boy, sounding very unimpressed.

"What's your name young man?" Palmer inquired.

"Jacob." He replied disinterested, rounding his head to the other fascinating spectacle.

"Well Jacob," he regains his focus. "would you want your robots to appear pretty or with a sign of intelligence?" he tilted his head, grinning a secret the boy hasn't discovered yet. Jacob stared into his eyes confused and annoyed.

"What do you mean?" he challenge.

"Why don't you ask it?" he gestured a hand toward the robot. The father pats him atop the shoulder, insisting he

Jacob directed his attention to it, noticing the sensor in its helmet trigger and face him. "Hello." it said in a deep echoing soothing gentleman voice. "How may I be of assistance?"

"Robot," Jacob said clearly. "what does your creator mean by asking you about your sign of intelligence?"

The robot replies almost instantly," He is referring to us conversing on equal ground, me: efficiently with an identity and a high level of IQ."

The boy tries to catch the android off guard,"What is the best show on TV!?" he points to it enthusiastically.

"There is no best show, somebody's least favorite could be somebody's favorite."

"What would be the best show for you?" The boy question briskly.

"The next one you come up with." The android answers. The boy suddenly falls into a state of astonishment, appearing as if nobody ever told him he could become anybody he desired.

It passes two days since the operation. Doctors continue to feed her through tubes and check the heart monitor to see how she's doing. Test Subject heart slows a couple of times although nothing too critical. Palmer Patterson doesn't move from his spot until visiting hours are over. Another few days passed, Palmer on his third novel this week. Suddenly the Cyborg starts to moan at a whisper, catching Palmer's attention immediately. She opens her eyes, adjusts to the light, and sits up, looking to the medicine cabinet on the other side of the room, noticing after she is hooked up to a heart monitor and tubes running inside her nose and arms.

"Hello Test Subject 081." Said Palmer Gently, drawing her attention to him with a start. "I'm Palmer Patterson, you're creator."

She perceives this bald man with white curly hair puffed up and glasses. Confused, curious, a bit of fright runs through the Cyborg as well with excitement as she looks around the room some more.

"Are you wondering where you are?" He question her. TS081 sets her sights on him again, blankly, swaying her head positive quickly.

"You are in the patients room. You've been in a deep sleep for the past few days present." Next he fetches her a mirror to unveil what she looks like. She appears to be somebody with freckles across her face, has a distinct shiny round nose you could call perfectly symmetrical, blond short hair with long bangs dropping across her forehead, eyes baby blue. She faintly chortles at her face, liking it.

"Here, lets remove these tubes and get you into some new clothes."

Later, TS081 walks outside the changing room wearing a white jumpsuit including yellow and black lines descended from the side of her arms and legs, with a triangular black shape that fell around her neck.

He gets her to follow him through the long hallway, taking a couple of turns and passing some other scientists minding her with a delight smile and brief wave. Soon they approach these massive black metal door. Palmer presses a button on the side and opens the doors up like an elevator, displaying a massive room on the other side, similar to a hotel, with three beds on the right side, a massive television across from them, included a entertainment unit consisting of novels and a game console, three couches in the center facing the screen and each other, a kitchen to the right.

She noticed as they entered the room two other Cyborgs, one asleep in the furthest bed and one reading a massive novel on the couch, both female genders like her, around the age of fifteen and fourteen, like her.

"Test Subject 091!" Palmer called to, getting her focus. "Come here and greet your new partner in arms." She lets out a small grunt, placing her book upon the glass table in the center of the couches, and starts heading towards them. TS091 appeared shorter than TS081, having long red hair in a pony tail, thicker then TS081 skinny long body was, and had purple eyes, wearing the same kind of jumpsuit except with red and black lines.

TS091 confronts her, "Sup Sis?" and extends a hand out. "And what's your name?"

"T-T-Test Sub-Subject 081." She announced nervously and excited, shaking her hand.

"Well isn't she absolutely adorable." TS091 rounds her eyes to Palmer, unveiling a wide grin.

"Just don't treat her like the last one." He warns her. "Try and make this one feel welcomed and at home."

"You're order is my command." She replies sarcastically, and bows gracefully.

"Don't do that," He grumbled, leaving TS081 amidst her presence as the thick black metal doors close behind him.

TS091 chuckles. "You seriously don't wanna be called that, right?"

"I-I'm sorry?" she said.

TS091 sighs. "You don't want to be called TS081 your whole life, right?"

"W-what do you mean by that?"

"Are you kidding me?" She asked in amazement, finding her answer written on the concern expression of TS081. "Come with me," she complained, snatching her by the wrist and walking her to the couch and taking their seats. She grabs the book off the table and opens it up, pointing to a character's name. "This here is a name, one a parent chooses for you like Palmer done calling you a number, right?"

TS081 nods, getting the gist of it now.

TS091 closes her book, realizing;" Damn, I just lost my page. Ts081 snickers. "Anyways," she flops the book back on the table. "numbers are so insulting to us Cyborgs. When they're not around we usually call each other the names we give ourselves. I'm Elaygra, and you are?"

TS081 contemplates names, wondering what would best fit her. She soon scratches her head, unable to decide on one. "Metrofanis? she pronounced at random.

"That sounds close to Pray mantis." Elaygra laughs, placing a smile on Metrofanis face. "Anyways how do you feel after the operation? Can you remember any little details about your past life?"

"Uh? like reincarnation?" she suggested.

"No, dummy! Wait...yeah, sure, let's go with that. Can you remember anything tho?"

Metrofanis clenches her eyes thinking determined, sadly nothing is brought to her mind. "Sorry I can't remember a thing."

"Then they must of brain washed you good, hun."

Metrofanis delivers an odd look. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

"Well that old fart told you a lot, didn't he? what exactly did he tell you?"

"A-All he told me was that I'm a cyborg made for combat and I had s-sisters, and th-that I was going to be given new clothes."

"Oh well that's perfect, though I shouldn't sound surprised."

" What do you mean by that?"

"I thought you would of came here fully trained for combat when we have to go out into the battlefield and fight their stupid wars. Lately Palmer has been lazy you see, and often he's been a miscarriage to his job."

"Th-though he did give us life-"

"Are you kidding me!" Elaygra cried. "Those bastards in the government abducted us! and force us into a life we never wanted!"

"G-government?" Metrofanis didn't understand.

"Oh my god, you're vocabulary is terrible!" Elaygra burst out frustrated. "He must of not updated you properly."

"I-I am so confused, what do you mean by-"

"It means he didn't take you to the update centre to get your mind upgraded like the rest of us, but no worries," She appeared confidently," unlike these ungrateful spams in a bucket, I'm going to teach you myself."

"Teach?"

Elaygra lashes out an exhausting breath, getting to work quickly. Metrofanis begins receiving short story novels for grade four year olds and eventually advances to the sixth grader's. They both go to bed around the same time, 3:00 in the morning. Metrofanis, never having the opportunity yet to meet the other Test Subject, worrying that she might not like her. Another thought comes to mind: What did Palmer mean by treat this one differently? were there other Cyborgs beside her that died at these sister's hands?

As noon came, Metrofanis awakes to an empty room. She perceives a new set of clothing set upon the end of her bed. She jumps into them. She heads to the kitchen and grabs some breakfast, followed by some snacks for lunch. Once she was finished she heads to the book shelf, reading a more complex novel for her understanding. Every word she came across she didn't know she'd grab the dictionary and thesaurus and read them off for her better knowledge. Once half the day gone by, with her nose in books, absorbing information, feeling the compulsive pounding in her brain that made her feel proud and meaningful and hunger for more, her sisters enter the room, showered, in new clothing and laughing together. Metrofanis shuts the book quick and starts setting them on the glass table as they approach and took a seat on separate couches.

"Hey Metrofanis," Said Elaygra. "this is Test Subject 203, her name is Gelsey." Gelsey has long blue hair tide in a pony tail, incredibly longer bangs with purple outlines on the end, blue eyes, Japanese, wore the same jumpsuit except accompanied blue lines and wore a black bandana around her neck.

"Sup, nice to meet you." She announced, smiling. Shortly after they begin reading novels, Metrofanis studying the hardest to upgrade her grammar.

As the days passed so did they're relationship, they compete against each other in competitive fighting games, made jokes while having breakfast, dinner, and midnight snacks, watched movies and good drama shows. Elaygra teaches Metrofanis about the difference between Crap and Gold in shows and movies. Finally as a month settled in with Metrofanis, her training began. She had an instructor, David Mansion, tall, broad, teach her about Martial Arts, how to defend herself,

break the hold of dangerous criminals holding weapons, tactics, everything he possibly could. She had an instructor, Percy Atoms, built like an ox, black, bald head, teach her how to shoot all different kinds of weapons. The shotgun, being her favorite.

Palmer Patterson checked on the three sisters on a daily bases, questioning them if they were getting along, how they're environment is, what they could purchase for their entertainment? The first thing they requested is more Porn. This greatly made Palmer uncomfortable, setting child lock on the laptops they used in the room, causing them all to burst out laughing, not realizing they were kidding.

Palmer always looked at his Cyborgs as if they were his own children. Palmer often ponders in the laboratory from now and again about them. His biggest worry is their missions, of course the two sisters could handle their assignment with ease...except Metrofanis, he worried about the most. She's been in training for the past three months now, how would she deal against threats with weaponry, kinesis, poisonous viruses. All Palmer could do is hope for the best, he already lost ten of his children in war, each one taking an incredible toll on him. He swore to himself while working on these cyborgs together with the other scientists is to do better than the last, although from conversations with Metrofanis he could see she was still a nervous bug, one of the likely to have a bullet put through her thick skull. He could imagine it clear as a painted picture, the blood spilling from her head and her lifeless body dropping to the pavement. Before her first assignment was official, Palmer talked to upper management about an extent on her training before departing into the war zone, assuring his boss, Otis Lane, that she was almost ready, convincing him she could be the perfect weapon they've been hoping to create. Perfect weapon, just saying those words disgusted Palmer. He knew full well they abducted these children without will or confirmation from their parents. The government just took whoever off the street and made them into their next patient.

Inside the gym the girls gained access to, Elaygra was commenting on a plan how to escape this death trap facility.

Metrofanis greatly bothered by the idea wonders to them openly why they she would wanna escape?

"Trust me, Metro, you wouldn't want to go out on that battlefield everyday," Said Gelsey. "It is torment out there, fighting every second for your life."

"But...y-you're used to it, correct? y-you have everything under control?"

"Hok'ee," A feminine voice echoes softly throughout the abyss. "Hok'ee!" the tone increases gently. "Hey, Hok'ee, wake up."

He opens his eyes, inhaling a deep breath of the chilly night, feeling the back of his skull throbbing, followed by a sharp pain crawling up his lower back. Hunched over him in the light, on her knees, he perceives his friend Amii Avalon; a short thin tomboyish Japanese girl.

"Oh thank goodness, you're alive." she said greatly relieved, descending to bestow him a sincere hug. As much as he thought of her over his time, he notices over her shoulder hanging in the night sky these three moons distancing from one another; the closest grey, followed by orange, and afterward crimson. alarmed, his heart rate begins to increase, his thoughts run untamed, awestruck whether or not this is some sort of dream. The light cool breeze was evidence enough, however his mind still could be playing tricks on him he convinced himself. Amii could feel his heart beat, his heavy breathing in her ear. She ascends to her knees, troubled, realizing then his flabbergast state. He pushes himself up immediately.

"Hey, hey, cool your jets for a minute!" Amii urged worrisome.

Hok'ee didn't hear her though. His curious eyes observe the area, noting they were somehow stranded in an ocean of forest. After he perceives a fair amount of these blue birds, although they weren't any animals he would imagine, inside their bellies they contained a glowing golden orb, almost like they've swallowed lanterns, and what made their appearance more usually were their menacing long grey beaks, possibly sharp enough to gut a man from waist to throat. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing, they were simply stationed on the nearest branches of the path, sitting across from each other at a small distance, similar to how you would see street lamps lined up down a road at night. Some came in pairs, others alone, cleaning themselves or each other, some were lovers rubbing their noggins together while others whistled a soothing tune.

'What are they?" Hok'ee heard himself questioning, his voice trembling.

"I'm not sure," Amii replied delicately, pursuing a moment of silence, absorbing: learning. "Although whatever they are I'm sure their purpose is to guide weary travelers through the night. Perhaps they're leading us somewhere safe," because with hope her smile blossomed, eyes full of encouragement. "Whatever this place is, possibly we can find shelter-" she directs her focus back toward Hok'ee, regarding his turnover expression which results in losing her voice. "Hok'ee," she spoke mildly, gaining his concentration. "How are you feeling?"

If he answered truthfully, he would be admitting to receiving butterflies starring into her gemstone eyes. Though besides his soft spot, his head was freshly pounding, anxiety building greater by the seconds.

"I should be," he tried to speak unnerved, instead sounding more weaker then he intended. Amii levels to her feet, portioning Hok'ee to his extremities.

"How'd we get here?" Hok'ee challenged her.

"You mean you don't remember!?" Amii replied bewildered.

"All I remember is...me, you, Dylan, Scott, and Lee being at the campsite having a few beers around the fire, and suddenly this gust of wind picked up."

Amii nods approving. "Your partly right, although while we were joined around the campfire, you pulled from your jacket this black leather notebook. You said your birth parents formally owned it, writing inside what almost seemed to be a novel, containing a variety of fascinating stories, creatures of your darkest nightmares, enlightened quotes, inspirational speeches and educated knowledge." Amii settles seated across from him, cradling back and forth, unveiling her smile that shined through the gloom for him. "I have to admit, when I got my hands on your booklet, my favorite quote from the pages must have been a drunk man's cite, it wrote: Let's get drunk and tell each other everything we're too afraid to say sober."she burst out giggling, comforting Hok'ee sharing a small laugh. "Here's a quote from a woman, it goes," I need a drink, or a man, or a message, or a drunken message from a man." they shared another laugh. "You know any?"

"Oh I read this one...how did it go," Hok'ee crossed his arms, resting his eyes, deep in thought reminiscing how it went. "Oh...okay, I was so drunk at the bar last night that when I walked across the dance floor, I won the dance competition." They burst out laughing together.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, there was an enchantment section. Once I was finished flipping through it, I passed it along to Lee, she found where the spells were located and started reading one aloud, and then unexpectedly this portal formed from behind. We were desperately straining to hold onto anything that was routed to the earth, however it was to no success and we were wrenched inside. We flew through this tunnel of light and space being transported here, we must of dropped from thirty feet in the air before hitting the trees and bushes-"

Hok'ee, bewildered, lashes out in argument," That's impossible! We wouldn't be alive then-"

"That is somewhat true, but..." she delivers a kind smile. "I have a secret." Hok'ee is taken aback, confused by what she meant. Amii demonstrates by snapping her fingers, summoning from above her this disperse of light, dropping into her hand a magical golden staff, encrusted on the hilt with the names of owners before her, with a bent O on the boundary containing these three colored crystals. "I'm a magical girl." she laughs embarrassed.

Suddenly all these memories of being in school and hanging outside together came rushing into his mind. On occasions she made up excuses why she couldn't hang out with him and his friends whenever a disaster occurred in the world, especially when she showed up late to class, blaming it on the bus not in service so she had to walk the rest of the way or sleeping in. Whenever a disaster occurred in their home town or in the country, people always spoke of seeing a flying humanoid in the area flying on some object. It was her, it had to be her. Hok'ee starts feeling light head and wobbles a little on his feet. Amii notices his condition and hurries to hold him up. "Are you sure, your going to be alright?" she asked deeply concerned.

"Wait," he said, resting his eyes, coming to terms what he recently witnessed, telling himself to not tumble into the mud and pass out. "I heard of reports in the city

But what made these animals so majestic weren't only their level of intelligence to assemble, except their glowing golden potbellies, guiding travelers way from one destination to the next. Hok'ee glances down both dirt paths sides, learning one leads to mountains ahead, the other into the unknown. Unexpectedly an ache occurs in his lower back, causing him to flinch, putting pressure on his back.

"Hok'ee, I need you to listen to me very carefully," she replied, except seeing within to the windows of his soul she knew he wasn't going to cooperate to his best advantage. She snaps her fingers a couple of times, managing to grasp his focus away from examining the place. "Now I need you to tell me," she spoke steadily and understanding. "I can see that your lower back is injured, and I need to know if you are able to stand?" she places a trustful friendly hand on his shoulder. Hok'ee made the attempt to reply best he could, except his voice was too shaken, his mind wasn't able to process full sentences to his surprise, unable to remove his eyes from the extraordinary birds and full moons. A thought occurs to him after, he concentrates on his arm, rolling up the brown leather jacket sleeve and pinches himself. The wintry air, the feeling of suffering, made him fully realize all of this was actually happening before his eyes.

"Hok'ee," Amii raised her voice with a pinch of irritation. "Please, take a couple of breaths, and please make the effort to stand. Here, I'll help you?" she lifts herself up, extending both hands to him. Hok'ee starts to feel the dizzy spells coming onward, refusing to accept the position their in, while at the same time deeply worried about what happened to his friends- Dylan and Scott- at the campsite who gotten sucked inside the portal as well. Provided that he never read the enchantment from the leather notebook he brought to the campsite none of this wouldn't have transpire. Hok'ee wobbles from side to side, feeling his stomach turn. "I-I don't fee-feel so good-" Before he towered to his side, Amii immediately caught him.

"Hok'ee, come on, you can't do this to me!" she declared stressful. "Please, whatever you do, don't slip into an unconscious state. I need you."

Hok'ee tried shaking away the dizziness except couldn't, and was nearly ready to faint. "Amii..." he closed his eyes, inhaling collected. "Is this real?"

"Yes." She answered. "I can't afford you to fall asleep on me. There's dangerous shadows lurking within the forest, they appear to be narrowing in on us. I won't be able to protect you alone when your defenseless. Here." Amii assisted Hok'ee as a crutch, able to get him to stand on his feet. "We have to head forward, towards the mountains, find some sort of civilization and get you aid if we could."

Game Dead: rough draft.
It was the middle of the evening, a good day too for savaging. We manage to stock up on ammunition after raiding the police locker. Fuck, that was fun when all those officers suddenly came pouring out of the jail cell area. Why the hell were they back there in the first place? Observing from all the gunshots in their chests and arms, I'm going to guess whoever was firing, wasn't too keen on murder, even the biggest idiot could get a clue when your life is threatened to shoot them in the head, but not this asshole, he had to be the king of clowns and possibly get himself eaten in that back room, or maybe he outwitted them and locked them all inside and made a quick getaway. Yeah, that's as believable as me protecting somebody out of the kindness of my heart.

"My back is getting tired." Angelica complained.

"Yeah, so is my dick, but you don't see me crying."

"You're disgusting." she shakes her head repulsive. Not the first time a woman was fed up with my yap.

"How are you holding up back there Hut-son?" A question my younger brother.

"I'm fucking fantastic, what do you think?" He grunted, watching our backs with the assault rifle. "I'm getting exhausted, have you found a place we could hold up yet? Any of these buildings would do fine."

I snort. "About as fine as you adding something conclusive to our conversation."

"Fuck you, prick." he replied irritated.

I laugh. We venture pass a couple of roamers reaching out toward us, however they were extremely slow as if they gave up giving any fucks. We trample over vehicles, shoving aside the undead, passing a couple of main streets until coming across what appeared to be a paradise, a neighborhood convenient store with shelves blocking the windows and door. It may be a shit hole although we'll always refer to them as home. We advance toward the back, stabbing a couple of those silly shells in the head before turning the corner cautiously, beholding only a few of those walking messes heading in the opposite direction. I see on the side the backdoor fully open.

"What does that mean?" Angelica whispered.

"It means either somebody already is station or we'll have to simply kill them for it." I answer.

"I vote kill," Hut-son retorts, with me having no problem with it. I mean holy shit, ever since the apocalypse happened, the seventeen year old kid must have murdered around sixty people. Dad wouldn't be so proud of him though I am. You need to do whatever you have to in order to stay alive. Fuck that's laughable being a polite and understanding person on even ground, that's no way to live, what the fuck was I thinking in the old world. I signal with my fingers to move forth. I hurry covering the door, finding old bloodshed on the doorway. This should be fun, I thought, heading inside the small stair well. I draw my gun up, while keeping an eye on the door ahead of me leading into the actual store. We wait a moment, hearing nothing of course. I gesture to my brother to keep this space covered and Angelica watches the outside in case we need to make a grand exit. I circle each corner of the door stealthy, seeing nothing else in the mass area besides a couple of corpses repeatedly shot in the head, including a pool of dried blood near the entrance door. Whoever was here turned and journeyed off with his new friends, that's for damn sure. I notice the counter, suspicious, I draw my machine gun, aiming it around the counter, finding an unused shotgun with some bullets underneath the shelf of the cash register. Payday! I pick up the weapon, strapping it to my backpack. I conclude my investigation and move out of the room, demanding Hut-son to

to making it out alive in the major store to stock up on supply for can goods and water bottles.

Leroy, Hut-son, and Angelica were exhausted from savaging and evading the undead. They hurry down the street carrying backpacks full of ammunition, weaponry, can goods, and water bottles. They come across a deserted convenient store accompanying the windows and door already barricaded up amidst empty store shelves. They squeeze through the buildings, entering the small gravel parking lot, observing the back alley crawling with only a few roamers that weren't paying any specific attention to them, heading in the opposite direction. They find the back door fully open with bloodstains on the side of the doorway. They enter, Leroy first, followed by his brother Hut-son, and finally Angelica. He rounds the corner quick, aiming his machine gun toward the stairway, listening to any movements coming from the upstairs or through the door ahead of them leading to the actual store itself. Hut-son covers his back with a assault rifle while Angelica keeps an eye outside the door for any unexpected occurrences, holding her bloodstained twelve inch blade. Leroy leaves the stairwell area and adventures into the store, finding nothing around the vast area except a couple of corpses gruesomely shot repeatedly through the head and a ton of bloodshed near the front barricaded door. He looks around the counter and finds an unused shotgun with some bullets inside the shelves underneath the cash register. Tell Angelica to close the door, he thought. However that would be careless on his part remembering from way back when his father told him to never leave anything to chance. He enters the stairwell and chooses to head upstairs with his brother. He advances with gentle and steady steps, drawing his gun to circle over the banisters, revealing four doorways, the furthest at the end of the hall to his left; being a work room, the one across from it, the kitchen, followed by the living quarters, and to the right end of the hall; the bedroom. They separate immediately like quiet mice. Leroy enters the bedroom, beholding crooked pictures of a elderly Philippine man holding his wife, both dashingly well dressed. Where they obtained the money, only God knew. He guessed the man had to give out a lot of hand jobs to get where he needed.

appeared in their late fifties, including somebody standing beside them who must of been their son telling by the resemblance. He comes across a few more pictures of them

the bed sheets, clothes, books, papers, scattered to the floor.

were exhausted from a day of scavenging and evading the army of the undead. They decide to hold up in an abandon local store on fifth street in Streteenic Alphamayo city. The windows and doors were already well barricaded with the empty shelves, the sad thing is when Leroy, Hut-sons, and Angelica were doing their investigation around the store, they found out the idiot left the back door open, allowing in a terrifying number of undead to devour him and leave behind the remains of his gory skeleton and shrimp dick. there he laid in the upstairs corner of the hall, covered up with a blanket present, keeping from the other survivors hurling all over the floor. They sealed the door shut with some duck tape, hoping that'll keep enough of them out. They scouted the upstairs living quarters, finding the place in utter ruins, however for the bathroom it was neatly shut from those savages getting inside. That was a in their miserable day, that and stealing all the food from they're new comrades in hands, Jeffery or Luke GetsRickard. After awhile they finally decide to settle down in the kitchen. Angelica sits on the counter, legs crossed, bag full of weapons and ammunition on the side, having a chocolate pudding she's been saving from the neighborhood they adventured in, meeting those two bombard ans. Leroy and Hut-sons were sitting across the table with their handguns peacefully resting in their holsters. Jeffery and Luke sat between them, they're chairs nearly scratching the cramped kitchen, except it felt like home to them, a time when they're families used to be alive instead of dead and walking around, trying to feast on their flesh.

"Alright, if your gonna join us, then we're gonna have to lay down a couple of ground rules." Said Leroy, Hut-son's older brother.

"Yeah, certainly, whatever you need man." replied Jeffery, the kindest of the bunch.

"Did I say you could talk?" Leroy shrieked, slamming his fist against the table, standing tall and proud over Jeffery, meeting his gaze with menacing serial killer eyes, worrying Jeffery and Luke to death.

"Leroy, don't scare our guests," Angelica complained, unable to enjoy her satisfying warm pudding. "Now sit your ass down before I start strangling you."

"I think I'd like to see that," he smiled, drawing his gun on her. "What now, bitch, huh? You feeling confident now?"

She chuckles," If you shot me then you wouldn't have a fuck buddy anymore now would you?"

"I can do it myself," he retorts, grinning, placing the weapon back inside his holster.

The two friends stare at Leroy scared out of their wits, wondering how far gone is he mentally before he actually would starts shooting off rounds into their heads.

Leroy continues. "Rule one, you will not speak unless spoken to."

"Shut the hell up, Leroy." replies Hut-sons. "How about this for a rule; you quit talking shenanigans and actually make our new friends feel welcomed!"

"Holy," Leroy announced extremely annoyed. "I was just enlightening our predicament of being stuck inside this shitty house hold!-"

"By drawing your gun and showing everyone your a complete dumbass! Screw you, I'm explaining the rules to them."

"Go right ahead then, I don't care."

"That's your problem, you go head first into anything you do, eventually that shit will catch up with you, luck runs out, you know."

"Yeah, cry me a river. If I knew you were gonna get on your high horse playing deputy I wouldn't have bothered."

"I'm serious, it is impossible sometimes to live with you, and I'm the young one here." he declares aloud, tapping his chest.

"I think I wanna leave now." Jeffery's friend whispers inside his ear.

"No Talking!" he points to Luke with authority. He inhales a breath before beginning.

"Well aren't you gonna get on with it?" Leroy said agitated.

"Give me a chance to get to it!" he clears his voice, turning over a new leaf. "Anyway, if you guys are partnering up with us then we need your full loyalty. This group can't survive without one another and as humanity we must pull through together. If you see your buddy in danger, you sacrifice yourself to save him or her. We've come across some really weird and bad folks. We've been around the corners many times to get a hand on staying ahead of people and the zombies lurking around outside. If we need to steal, we steal. We remain a secret in order to get lots of lots of rest because that's how we do it here. And finally we need you to be dependent whenever a critical hazard occurs, which means by tomorrow we're gonna be throwing you out in the street with a knife and gun and rack up numbers to seeing how many undead you can slaughter before calling it quits. We call this method Game Dead. A competitive sport me and my brother made up so we would improve on keeping our guard up how to handle certain enemies from weight and agility difference."