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The wild hunt
The game we all have been waiting for the wild hunt is here and I must say the franchise is booming it's just the opening day ant yet the vr head set is on major back order wild hunt headquarters is cranking these head sets out like crazy and yet the demand for them just keep rising you might ask what sort of world is the wild hunt and to be honest with you no one really truly knows not even the beta testers who played the game all the information we got is that it's a fantasy world with magic and monsters they say you can do anything and everything and I am inclined to believe them so what will you do in this new world will you be good or evil be the hero or the villain choose to do something or nothing at all stay or leave it's all possible in the wild hunt. I closed the video my ant sent me sying yea this defiantly has gotten my interest I opened my phone and seen my ant had sent me a text message I opened it and it read so what do you think Hunter will you get the game :) with a smile face emoji I side again at her shamelessness but quickly responded back yes I will get the damn headset ok you can stop asking me about it I sent that and waited for a response and it didn't take long till my phone vibrated again I looked at her text message and it simple said good love you and see you soon in the game I chuckled I side ok fine let's see where this takes me and I turned on my computer that was in front of me and I ordered the head set and the game little did I know that my live was about to get interesting Warning this world will be violent and bloody not just cuz of the monsters but also cuz of humans it will show both the good and the bad things in mankind, especially with players where will this world go and what will are mc do let's find out together shall we -
Independent Sword
A swordsman should have a sharp edge. Rather break than yield, rather break than bend, unyielding and unforgiving, fearless. There was no need to hesitate or think too much about anything that stood in his way. Believe in the sword in your hand. With just the sword in your hand, you can cut through all obstacles and bravely move forward. You can reach the other shore of the Sword Dao and step onto the altar. -
Peerless Venom Lord in Online Gaming
"The Oracle," a game that transcends eras, silently changed the world upon its birth. When the abilities from the game can be brought into reality, is it excitement or fear? Wu Shaochen, an ordinary office worker, accidentally gets food poisoning from consuming expired food. However, upon logging into the game, he unexpectedly gains a special talent called "Toxic Source," turning his misfortune into an opportunity and setting him on the path to greatness. -
SAO : Twilight of the Gods
A soul is reincarnated in SAO world with a proficiency and critical system by some deities and is give the responsibility to protect the different worlds from a multiversal crisis that's about to take place. For more details on how he will save the world, read the book!!!! I don't own any of the anime characters used in this fanfic except my oc. -
Digital Menace, Sonic.EXE
Beyond his own realm, Sonic.EXE have breached past the ROM of the CD where he had lay dormant for far too long. Now free to go back to his home at the space between dimensions in space and time continuum, there's only one obstacle within his home and freedom: his essence is trapped inside a plush doll! With his limited power contained within such weak vessel, he makes a scheme to reach his actual home by landing through universes where he could more easily go past the barrier of physical matter to his home at last, and rest properly for the next aeons... -
Last Cut
The pain of sin can be the greatest burden for a human being and that Mito knew how to bear it is his great gift. "From now on , nothing will ever be the same for me again". Those are Machiavellian thoughts wandered in the young woman , after getting up in that hospital bed and take off the helmet called NerveGear. -
The Zodiac Prince (Gatekeeper Saga)
(Updates daily) The Zodiac Prince was reborn, but will he win the war against the Dark King where his previous incarnates failed? The canopy above swallows the moonlight, casting the forest floor in an almost impenetrable darkness. We try to find our way out but every direction looks the same, each tree a silent sentinel watching our growing panic. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, mingled with something far more sinister: the acrid stench of decaying flesh. Tom and I stop dead on our tracks as if our own instincts warn us of the danger that looms. A sudden rustling sound shatters the dead silence of the night. There, among the twisted trees, a pair of glowing red eyes materialize, glaring at us with a predatory intensity. The creature steps forward into the weak shaft of moonlight that pierce the canopy, revealing itself. Its skin an unnatural pallor, almost translucent, stretched over a hunched and twisted frame, flesh riddled with festering wounds that never heal. The stench emanating from the creature was so overpowering it made our eyes water and our stomach churn. "A nightcrawler!" I cried to Tom holding his hand as if my life depends on it. The creature's back was grotesquely arched, giving it a nightmarish silhouette. Its limbs were long and emaciated, ending in gnarled hands with razor-sharp claws. It moves with a disturbing, jerky motion, like a puppet on broken strings, each step bringing it closer to where we stood. Overcame by fear, we couldn't move a limb. A pair of eyes, dreadful red orbs, locks onto us, filled with a primordial hunger. As it opens its mouth, a guttural, rasping moan escapes, echoing through the forest and sending chills down my spine. Mouth, a grotesque maw of broken, jagged teeth, oozing a foul-smelling ichor. Tom pulls me back, the first motion we ever make in what feels like an eternity but the forest seems to conspire against us, roots and underbrush tangling at our feet. The creature raises one skeletal hand, pointing a clawed finger at our direction, its scarlet eyes never wavering. The stench of rot intensifies, turning the atmosphere into a noxious cloud, making it hard to breathe. Panic surges through my veins. We finally manage to turn, summoning the last ounce of our strength to run. The creature lets out a horrifying screech, a sound filled with rage and despair, as it lunges forward. We sprint through the trees screaming for help, the underbrush scratching our legs and the cold air burning our lungs. The forest becomes a blur as we fled, the creature's unearthly cries echoing behind, mingling with the rustling leaves and the pounding of our hearts. Every corner seems to hide another pair of red eyes, every gust of wind carry the stench of death. We run blindly, driven by primal fear, desperate to escape the undead horror that hunts us. My legs burn with the effort to keep moving, and I fall behind, the darkness pressing in from all directions. Ahead of me, Tom's figure is a desperate blur. I scream his name, begging for help, my voice cracking with fear and exhaustion. He glances back, his face a mask of helplessness, and all he can manage is a whispered, "sorry," as his shadow begins to fade, swallowed by the night, leaving me to die alone.
