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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Nine. Advancements and Audiences.

Amber sighed happily as she popped another tiny piece of dark chocolate into her mouth.

It was the little things she'd missed about Earth. She'd already secured a dozen cocoa seedlings, as we...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Eight. Disagreements, Deductions and hopeful delusions.

My butchery of the Australian dialect continues, as well as a bit more of the USMC lovefest.  I apologize for the former.  

"He can come back over here; I don't want to go ...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Seven. Dungeon Design, getting pissed.

I apologize in advance to the Aussies in my audience.  I'm butchering your lingo, using only conversations with friends over the years where I had to puzzle out what the fuck they were say...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Six. Morality and Inevitability.

Amber looked up at the bright blue sky as she stepped out of the Portal and into the Mojave.  She was back.

"Here," Jack passed a cheap flip-style phone to her.  "One of the prepaid...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Five. It's Time.

Secretary of Defense Edward Heller was used to people demanding just a minute of his time.  It came with the job, and one out of ten actually had something valid to bring to his attention. &nb...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Four. Flirtations and Sacrifices.

Amber's eyes opened wide as she heard an unfamiliar voice speaking English.

"You'll need to charge it every day, but you can do that at the Movie Theater, it should go from zero to full over ...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three. Acceleration

Bob was smiling as he followed the group of freshers from Holmstead up the stairs.  They'd pushed themselves hard, twelve hours a day for three days, but they'd managed to reach level seven. &...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Two. First Recruitment.

"You're all probably wondering why I've gathered you here today," Dave's voice boomed out over the crowd.

"We're not all named Josh!" A voice called out from the crowd.

"No," Dave laugh...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-One. Convincing Arguments.

Bob looked around the tenth floor of the Dungeon sadly. He was feeling conflicted. It was going to require another five-fold ritual to complete, as it was just too large for him to create the entir...

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy. Compassion.

Bob watched as the weary freshers staggered upstairs, eagerly seeking their bunks.

They'd been determined to succeed, and he had to wonder if things weren't getting a little bit desperate for...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Nine. Revelations.

Bob stepped through the Gateway and was immediately ambushed by Mike.

"Ninth floor is finished?" Mike asked.

"Done, monsters should be spawning within the hour," Bob confirmed.  He...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Eight. The Ever Victorious Legion of the Light.

Bob leaned forward as the ritual completed, his stomach spasming. He fought down the urge to vomit, forcing himself to take deep, calming breaths. The burning sensation was worse today, although he...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven. Going Native.

Bob didn't like Lt. Colonel Smith. The man had a right to be angry about being reincarnated without having the process explained to him, but that didn't excuse him for being a dick. Bob hadn't star...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Six. Mistakes in the making and those already made.

Nora watched as over a hundred men thundered by, running in unison as they called out some sort of song in Bob's language.

Glacier Valley was eye-opening.  There were so many people, alm...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Five. Logistics.

Leonard glared at the angel.  It wasn't easy.  Waves of kindness and peace quite literally poured off of her.

"What gives you the right to do this without asking me?" He growled. &n...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Four. Responsibilities.

Lieutenant Colonel Leonard Smith, United States Marine Corps, Retired, had lived a long, full life.  He'd joined the Marines straight out of High School, and the Corps had become his touchston...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three. The Welcome Wagon.

Annisa stepped through the portal, winced as a wall of heat washed over her.

"Yeah, sorry about that, ought to have warned you, I guess," the man named Waters said, "we've been transferring o...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Two. Headaches.

Bob stood up carefully.  Five-fold rituals were much more efficient, but they required him to remain seated and still while channeling the mana out of the crystals, through his matrix, and int...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-one. Avoiding, Enjoying, and Building Relationships.

Bob wasn't hiding.  He was carefully excavating the seventh floor of his Dungeon.  It just happened to be inaccessible to anyone else.

The day before had been grueling.  It had...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty. Raising the Flag.

Huron gestured, and the Gateway activated, a rich golden sheet of light strewn with streaks of rose and amber.  A dozen novices preceded him through the event Horizon, and he smiled as he left...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine. Recruits.

"Oh, these are good," Eddi was eating his french fries one by one.

"You should try dipping them in ketchup," Eric advised, "but not in the car," he added.

Their trip through the drive-t...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eight. Horsepower.

Rogard opened the box with trepidation.  In his experience, it was a rare thing to receive good news via courier.  He ignored the smaller box inside, choosing to read the letter first. View Post

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven. Bayonets.

Bob watched the gaming group tear through the monsters on the second floor, which looked like the unholy love child of a millipede and a mouse. It had hundreds of mouse legs that carried a body tha...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Six. Rifleman.

Bob watched as Huron started pulling curved pieces of metal out of his backpack.

He was having a bit of trouble reconciling what he's just felt with how he cast ritual magic.

'Trebor,' ...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five. Marines.

Eric Waters and Andy O'Neal pulled up to the address their old squad member had texted them. It was in a nicer neighborhood than Eric thought Hanson could afford on a Detective's salary.

"Thi...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-four. Fuck the wheels, I'd rather walk.

Bob walked out of Dave and Amanda's house and turned towards the garage. Vera's van was there, with a trailer hitched to it. Vera was tugging on the garage door handle in front of the van.

"I...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three. Bob's extradimensional taxi service.

"Hey, Vera, what's up?" Amanda answered her phone as Dave was pulling into the driveway.

"I don't know," she replied to Vera's unheard question, "he's probably in the house, hold on, and I'll...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Two. Friends, family, and brothers.

"Oh sweetie, it's so good to see you," Helen gushed as she pulled Amanda into a hug. "And you brought Dave as well, and on a weekday!" Amanda's mother snaked an arm around Dave as well, hugging bot...

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-One. So that's where you went!

"I'd have to know who was chasing me to try and guess why," Bob replied hesitantly.

Mike shook his head, "Did you piss off anyone during the time you were gone that you won't talk about?"

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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty. Dinosaurs and Tails.

"So we aren't limited to regular animals then," Dave noted as they all took their seats again, Bob having dismissed Jake.

"Nope," Bob replied, "I was trying to think of the perfect predator, ...

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