Matthew Harris
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{GRAND SKELETON WARRIOR HAS BEEN BIRTHED} "Woah, I guess this magic works!" The Hero cheered as the spell that he had created risking a lot finally showed its effect. It was a gamble, it was just something he had learned in another world after all. "Alright," the girl next to him held her head and spoke to herself. "There is no earthquake. You just smoked too much, we have trained for this." "Miss, there's most definitely an earthquake." "There is?" "Yup." "I wasn't imagining it, another…-
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The hero had almost finished his course around the map and was running with the last canister in hand when his gaze fell on a person not far away. Donning a coat and a crowbar, the girl had deep eye bags and a nasty gaze. "A person?" The hero muttered. He tried to slow down but the skeletons behind him were still pissy and chased fast. The girl raised her crowbar. "Hey! It's dangerous! Get away." His screams grew louder and louder the closer he got. And so did her figure. "Oh, she's…
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"Whatchu lookin at?" I growled at Neo Mack 3 as I sat on the couch and stretched my hands behind me. The poor little slime kept squirming around in worry. It suddenly huffed, as if it had made its mind, and came toward me while trembling. "Popiiipii…" The slime grunted. I raised my brow at it. This little bastard. "You are worried about the hero? Are you insane?" The slime's eyes opened up in to large circles. "Why would I be calling him the hero if there was no bone in his back? All…
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He said speedrun, but. "Why…" Lying alone in the middle of the street with the hammer in his hands, the hero, Relafan, had almost given up. "They're all too easy." Littered around him like trash in a downtown garbage dump were heaps of bones. Vertebrae and femurs lined up together while the ribcages all made a comfy bed. No matter how he thought of it. "They're too weak." When they were zombies they at least posed a challenge. Cleaving through meat was tough, and attacking people…
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"Final-fucking-ly I am away from that guy!" With a hammer in one hand, a cleaver, and a handgun strapped to his belt, the hero, Relafan complained sighed a sigh of grand relief as he made his way out of the bunker. The elevator going up stopped. A damned stench assaulted Relafan's nose, almost as if he had been hit square by a sucker punch from a damp sock rotting under a shady bed for three years straight. Almost puking, Relafan placed a hand on his mouth and covered himself. This was still…
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"Nine nine seven…" A grunt rang. "Nine nine eight…" "Kuh!" "Nine nine eight." "Wait again?!" "You messed up your form." "It's fine! Just once!" I swirled the wine in my hand and clicked my tongue. "No time to slack off, Relafan. This is about your life. Nine nine eight!" "You're doing it agaaain!" "This is for being whiny. Come on, no lazy lazy now." "You're lazing around too!" The hero snapped as he went down again. "You wish, cunt. I have long since hit…
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Taps rang out continuously followed by the clicking of buttons. Inside a dark room, the flickering illumination of the television screen continued. "Backroll! Backroll!" The voice of a person rang. "Almost there… firebomb…" The screams from the television screen continued. The rhythmic clacks didn't seize. "Just once more…" And then— —Bzzzt. —The TV went off. "Ah…." A soft, high-pitched hum rang. The room was dark once more, and the controller stopped…
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There was no refreshing breeze or any kind of morning thing to wake me up. Heck, I doubted it was even morning now. I rolled of the bed and stretched my limbs all around. At the same time, the scenario window popped open in front of my eyes. Though one more condition had opened, the other two hadn't. There were two theories in my mind for this, one being that we had to fulfill the party requirement. Or. This was a time triggered scenario. Since it would be stupid to…
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The inside of the building was pretty neat., the zombies and the hounds outside engaged in great battle as the hero and I rolled through the lobby. Neo Mack 3 was alright too. Some of the stupid monsters would try to follow in through the hole we had left, but I had little to worry about since others would just drag them back out. "Gorey as hell…" the hero muttered as he stood up and dusted himself. It was gory as hell. I liked it a lot. I almost wanted to pop some popcorn, get a seat and watch…
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"Did you get the bag?" The hero nodded at my words and raised the bag toward me. Filled to the brim with grenades, that was a bag more important for us than the bag with rations. Explosion took precedence over food, everyone knew that. I grabbed the keys to the Sportster and stepped out of the police station. I had found a long trench coat inside and had taken it over my black shirt. There were also cool black gloves that I also snatched. With the axe strapped to my back, I also placed two…
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