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Red moon over paradise

  You lived within the hills of northern Canada in a town that was pushed between two forests that was not well known to anyone within the country to the point where you were only on a couple of maps and this town was simply known as Oakwood, population of six hundred and sixty six, which it seemed to always have since only a few people seemed to die a year and they were replaced almost instantly. Oakwood itself was noted to be one of the few towns that didn’t have a Christian church built into it and was also known for its surprisingly low crime rate to the point where the police force were merely two men and a police car and held a single super market that claimed to have chains all over Canada despite the fact the only known store was situated in the town. The humble village had also happened to have several threats from the fundamentalist groups that were asking the town, claiming that anyone that was inside if the town was a pawn of Satan and that the entire time was filled to the

Deep sea domination

  Within the oceans around the Marianas trench there are a series of 25 nuclear capable submarines hidden deeper than most submarines can even go, lurking within the dark where no one could find them and why and how they were there was a mystery to everyone except for a chosen few. This entire project was known simply as Project Atlantis and was made in response to the 1981 hijacking and eventual sinking of a submarine that was crossing past the trench where Russia was initially blamed and a first strike was about to occur before it was revealed who the true attackers were. It turns out the attackers were some kind of deep sea warriors resembling the mermaids of old and since that attack occurred a new, more deadly method of dealing with this hijackings were revealed and this method was known simply as the Anglerfish class submarine, the deadliest submarine known to exist on planet earth. The Anglerfish class was named after the massive light that was attached to the hull which was bui

SCP : Project Valentine

  Deep within the the American wilderness of Arizona there lays a exclusion zone that lasts for several acres of forest where if you were to venture you’d be killed for trespassing, your body being buried in the same woods and with your fate either being claimed missing or as suicidal. Venture deep enough into the woods and you’ll find around four layers of walls surrounding a facility you were never meant to see, the walls being as gray as concrete and just as boring with signs claiming that whatever was within was a danger to life which was not a lie but not in any capacity that the average person would expect. For the select few who would manage to get past the electrified gates those walls bared they would find a white paneled building pushing out of the ground with it being about as large as the average warehouse and a symbol of a circle with three arrows pointing to the center meaning you were now in the domain of the SCP foundation. Within those walls of the actual building were

Sellen story

  A long time ago the Elden ring had ruled over the land between the Erdtree and that time was graceful, a time when the world wasn’t divided into hundreds of pieces, a time where bloodthirsty creatures didn’t run amuck in the streets and kill everything that moved. Of course, these times came to a end when the Elden Ring was shattered and the shards casted to the many children of the eternal queen, left to fester and corrupt the rulers with power until they turned the keepers into insane demigods, mad with power and corrupted by rage. Now the land between had fallen into ruin with people murdering one another for survival and thousands of murdeous, bloody hungry creatrues moving through the lands to slaughter all of which they deemed to be either foe or food. You had been called back to the land that once had exiled you with the promise of one thing : that whoever pieces together the Elden ring shall rule all as the Elden lord and unlimited power would be held in the fist of the weare

In the dark

  You had no idea how long you had been trapped within the walls of the back rooms with you wondering if it could have been hours or days since you never felt a pang of hunger nor the feeling of  your eyelids becoming heavier then anvils with the only thing you could really feel was the gnawing pain of your overworked limbs. You remember taking a wrong turn in the office that you worked in with you only realizing when the white walls became a beige with blue patterns moving across them and by the time you turned around to go back you saw that the hallway that you had been inside of was gone, replaced with the walls that surrounded you. As you looked down the halls of the back rooms you saw a seemingly never ending series of halls and walls with the same harsh lighting your office had, the floor going from tiled to an equally as beige carpet and, with nowhere to go, you began to walk forth into the back rooms. The environment would stay mostly the same as you walked across the neverendi

Automata story

  Things had changed quite a bit for humanity since the solar flare hit mainly due to the fact that the solar glare had caused the majority of humanity to be destroyed and all of life on the planet earth which left the entire planet a burning desert with the remnants of humanity having to pick up the pieces of the destroyed world. After humanity managed to build the cities they built robots called pilgrims who were made to help adapt to the hellish new environment but, once humanity realised that they couldn't stop the desertification all of the robotic were made to do manual labour, essentially becoming a slave race. One thing had led to another and you were eventually sent on a trail to look for a robot who was modifying themselves, which was officially made a crime some time before you were born, and on this quest you had to go into a brothel which was when you met cleo for the first time. Cleo would become one of the two staying companions through what was happening to you whic