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Chapter 17 - Chips & Shipping Wars

I felt like R. Kelly in Trapped in the Closet, minus the cornrows and midgets.

Cassie was staring up at the hovering Pod, I was staring at Cassie - or, I guess, Chen Zhenyi,...

Chapter 16

“...Wow. I-...just, wow. How did you do this? The inside looks nothing like-”

“The outside? Yeah, I know - we get that a lot. The neighbors hate it.”

“And the furniture! The p...

Interlude 2

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Chapter 15

Cape fights were a lot different in real time than anything you could ever read online, either in my previous world or PHO. Time moved infinitely slower in the moment, but in reality - onl...

Chapter 14

Next Evening…

I had been anticipating it, but receiving Parian’s follow-up text saying that she completed the costume was still unexpected. She was a cape with the unique...

Chapter 13

Sanctum was a positively curious ability.

It magically affected the world on a metaphysical level, seamlessly transmuting the entirety of our little bunker into a moderately-sized, e...

Chapter 12

I’m not ashamed to announce that the haze of hot, almost dizzying arousal was what spurred on my mad dash through the Docks. One moment I was sprinting down the sidewalk and slipping into an alle...

Chapter 11

The next couple of days seemed to pass by in a comfortable blur of reconnaissance and ass-kickery.

I kept up my nightly patrols, busting Merchant crack houses and then calling up the BBPD to...

Chapter 10

“You know, these aren’t too bad reheated.”

“See? I told you - the Bayside Bistro is un-fucking-challenged, mark my words!”

CHOMP.

I chuckled through a mouthful ...

Interlude 1.5

Midnight had long since fallen across the dark, cloudy Brockton Bay sky, and one Lisa Wilbourn was once again anticipating another long, sleepless night of doing what she did best, outside of getti...

Chapter 9

So, the good news about my latest magic perk - my ears didn’t grow into sharp tips, and my hair didn’t lengthen to cover my lower back. Explaining that away as yet another Tru...

Chapter 8

Later That Night…

Caleb Howard wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed, but he didn’t care.

He was a drop-out from Winslow High, a statistical commonality of low-lif...

Chapter 7

After Cassie was sufficiently mellow’d out off some Sour Diesel, we ended up formulating a very free-form and foundational plan for operation ‘Survive and Thrive’ 2nd Edition.

Basically...

Chapter 6

With consciousness came awareness, and for a scant few moments I was completely confused as to why everything felt so…foreign. I was lying on a lumpy but soft mattress, scratchy blankets were tos...

Interlude 1

PRT Director Emily Piggot stapled her pudgy fingers together beneath her flagging chin, eyes as sharp as any sword practically piercing the short distance between her and the small stack of reports...

Chapter 5

Things actually did go pretty smoothly for a while. I’d regretted mentally challenging Lady Karma mere seconds after thinking it, but maybe she was giving me a break today.

“I wi...

Chapter 4

Admittedly, heading to a popular burger joint right after committing four person homicide wasn’t the greatest of ideas.

The adrenaline rush that accompanied mortal combat had faded away com...

Chapter 3

The thing about the Southside residentials was the unfortunate amount of nooks and crannies nestled everywhere. If we hadn’t already been tagged as prey, it would’ve been good for us -...

Chapter 2

Turns out that Ms. Clara wasn’t kidding when she said that the shelter was ‘quite a walk’.

No street signs I looked over referenced ‘Monroe Ave.’, so I had to just keep walking in h...

Chapter 1

I had to admit; waking up at the ass crack of dawn in a dark, moderately cold park in nothing but baggy sweats and mismatched crocs wasn’t the finest start to my day. I was immediately chilled to...