[POSTPONED/POSTING ON RR] A chemistry professor suffering the loss of her family, dies fighting in a bitter war to avenge them. Now reborn as Forlasita, a half-elf with zero magical talent, she builds the connections and skills necessary to protect all she's grown to love in the tumultuous realm of Mondo. She and her allies construct a technological haven through borrowed knowledge, yet her well-intentioned mistakes trigger a countdown to industrial Armageddon. Those she saves urge her to do more, while those she fails can only haunt her into excellence. Failures scar her body and soul - she now seeks ways to turn her bronze bastion into a beacon of hope, before it becomes a pyre for her dreams. [The first draft is 60% finished, but I'm just posting what I've edited each week.]

Spoiler Alert! Nobody actually dies in this fanfic After an all-nighter finishing her paperwork, Katyusha suddenly fell ill and was confined to her dacha for two weeks. With Pravda rudderless without the Great General Secretary, the Central Committee must quickly elect from themselves a suitable substitute to lead them to victory. Disclaimer: Since this fanfic is a parody of the movie, The Death of Stalin, there will be a lot of profanities and crude jokes not suitable for very young audiences and those faint of heart. Viewer discretion is advised. Artworks featured in this fanfic are done by Kuroumikei. You can follow him on Twitter @Kuroumikei.