Lin Ye, the former doctor is now missing. A man that saved more lives than he realized. As things were thought to be hopeless for the people that held him dear, something was stirring in Terra and the people on it could feel it. Was this something to do with that man or was it something much more... A continuation of Rhodes Island's Psychologist.

Just a Clueless Guard Passing By

(Updated description) ----------------------------- (WARNING) (Currently undergoing early chapter's rewrite/Ongoing story.) (If some part's of the story make little if not no sense, this will be changed on a later date.) (23-8-2024) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The world of Terra, where are many hidden wonder's and horror's plague the world. For every up there is a down, every good thing there is a bad, where there is light there is shadow. As everything needs balance, be it in on this world or the next. One of said 'bad's' is the so called 'Doctor', one of the top executive's of Rhodes Island's Pharmaceutical's', with his presence there being for a good reason. Being both on the frontline of a race against the clock to finding a cure against the plague that courses through their world called: 'Oripathy.' With all of this in mind, this 'Doctor' isn't just someone who sit's in the safety of his lab all the time, far from it. As they where a very skilled field commander and strategist, sometime's even spending more time on the battlefield then the inside of a lab. Yet, despite all of this.No one is born pure and stays that way. The Doctor, while being an effective field commander and strategist, has little care for his operator's well being, often willing to send those he leads to their death's for even the slightest advantage... This, of course, doesn't reflect well in the eyes of those he leads.. Resulting in most of those under his leadership resenting him. Yet they dont undertake any action, because of what? Are they afraid? Are they unable to? Who knows. But... THAT's a story for different time... Because like i stated before: 'For every good there is a evil, for every evil there is a good' The wheel's of fate where turning, but for better or worse? Only time will tell...

Throughout the past few months, Cellinia Texas has found herself the object of a Sicilian bunch's sick and perverse joke. They accused her of severe oversteppings in the clauses of her daring severing of ties, noting that for someone who apparently doesn't want anything to do with Siracusa anymore, she sure does love killing her ex-compatriots for sport on the side. Indignant by the false allegations, she falls down a spiraling staircase of murder head-first, tumbling down into the palms of lurking conspirators. But Lungmen's spotlight shouldn't be solely focused on her, should it? No, it shouldn't. And it's not, for this isn't a story about Texas mindlessly killing Siracusans by the dozen. It's not about the abhorrent reality of organized crime, It's about coming down and climbing up, about scaling the ladder of life without clambering like a blubbering fool. It's about you, Andrew Reiff. It's about you, fixing what you've shattered. About starting anew, even if in her world, not yours. It's about shaping and shifting, turning your meek self into something useful, for a damsel in "distress" needs someone to extend a helping hand! And that's all you have anyway. Just one, very eager hand. Continuation of "Almost Green" :D (this one will actually be happy, TRUST)

Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

[ON HOLD] Arknights story. Will not follow the storyline! Completely different storyline than the game! Some characters maybe dies and some others survives! Etc. Ace, Frostnova, Doctor himself. --- The Doctor one of the founder Rhodes Island. Totally mysterious. He is an [REDACTED] Multiple personalities. Multiple journeys. Multiple lives. It continues in a cycle. Can the sanity keep him together and hold before the other Persona taking over? A fight between the Doctor and his other personalities. The Doctor wins, but it also concluded with amnesia.

So at first this book was Amiya exclusive but i couldn't think of anything and asked a reader for ideas and now this is what this book has become so thank you to @Skadi_vn123

Fall from the sky, landed on Rhodes Island.

A man who wanted nothing more than a simple life finds himself entangled in a world of chaos, intrigue, and relentless battles. As he struggles to carve out a path for himself, he's haunted by the realization that destiny often has its own plans. A fight for survival, a search for normalcy-and the question of whether a peaceful life is even possible in a world like this. Will he survive and find peace or will he lose everything he'll hold dear? What is home to someone like that? Betting to not see his thirties, The question of a reason to live remains. I dont own arknights or any characters This shows differences to the game and not everything is accurate