Conker's Bad Fur Day Adventure x Male!Reader When Y/n purchased the limited-edition copy of Conker's Bad Fur Day for his Nintendo 64 that he got from a local thrift store in Creation City during the middle of a nasty thunderstorm, he got sucked into the game after a bolt of lightning hit on his TV and game system, sending him into the World of Conker's Bad Fur Day. He soon met the iconic red squirrel named Conker at the local bar and beat him in a drinking contest that led the two of them to go on a journey with Y/n on the verge of finding a way back to his own dimension as he has no choice but to team-up with the main hero of the game, Conker the red squirrel on a Context-Sensitive adventure to stop the Evil Panther King and get back home to the real world without ending up in a body bag.

The galaxy is vast, as is its population and their problems, and each faction fights for their own interests while exploiting others. And in this turmoil of power struggles and attempts to control others, the lives of individuals or even entire races are often forgotten. However, what happens when a new player enters the scene? A complete unknown. Completely incomprehensible. But absurdly powerful? How will the balance of power change, and to what extent will some crises become just dust that accidentally gets on the shoe?

In the grim darkness of the far future, the galaxy is a theater of unending slaughter, yet it lacked the chittering, manic chorus of the "Yes-Yes!" To rectify this void, Lucius descends upon the stars as the Great Horned Rat, robed in tattered grey and brimming with malevolent divinity. Leading his verminous swarms, he plunges into the brutal cesspit of the 41st Millennium to carve out a domain of ruin. With the arrival of the Skaven, the balance of power shifts toward total anarchy. The Great Devourer meets its match in a rival swarm whose hunger is just as insatiable, while the Imperium of Man learns the true meaning of "unending numbers" as tide after tide of rat-kin drowns their worlds. Even the Necrons stare in cold calculation at a foe that wields green-glowing warpstone weaponry with a reckless abandon that mirrors their own. To the Orks, Lucius issues a challenge across time and reality: "Greenskins, we have slaughtered your kind from the World-That-Was to the Age of Sigmar and now into the 41st Millennium. If you have the stomach for it, come and face the swarms once more!" Experience a tale of skittering madness and galactic conquest as the Under-Empire rises to consume the stars. PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

You're a city boy wanting to live a peaceful life, so you move to the island of Patch to find yourself a nice house to live in. and luckily for you a family just moved out of a nice cabin on the outskirts of Patch for dirt cheap. So you move in get settled but soon find out this house is more than you expected... In a good way of course!

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have burned away since the birth of mankind, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity's fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

(Remake of the previously gone Fire & Sword story) "Welcome, travelers. Please, take a seat, and allow me to unfold the story of my life once more. Tis a tale of love and hate, of fortune and tragedy, of life and death, and of robots" - Sir Y/N L/N of Gen 2 Knight Drones Knights, a concept long forgotten by the year 3071-something that one will find in history lessons or museums, not the modern world of machines and corporations. And yet... They still exist to this very day! On the frozen exoplanet Copper-9, a single drone carries and uphold the title and meanings of a knight He walks an incredibly dangerous path that few could follow-surrounded by snow, ice and steel in order to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Why is he here? What makes him different? What has happened to him throughout his life? The armor he wears tells of countless battles, yet the purpose that drives him may be more complicated than it seems In this kill or be killed world where survival of the fittest is the only true rule, will he prove himself to be nothing more than a brutal killer? Or will he become something more? Join this knight and follow through his journey as he faces unimaginable threats, grow powerful, and discover truths that may change him permanently (All characters are 18+) I do not own Murder Drones, it belongs to Glitch Studios None of the artworks used in this are mine, all credits goes to each artwork's respective artist All original characters used in this story aren't mine, they belong to each character's respective owner The only thing I own, is this fanfic

"this is bullshit, like, didn't people already did a lot of stories like this??"

"play dead, just play dead, no one will noitce me, I am fine...." *moan* "oh shi-"

"where the fuck I'm I?!"

What would you do if you were reborn as someone you only watched on TV? One day, I was just an ordinary teen watching cartoons and reruns-Jimmy Neutron, Ben 10, Dexter's Lab, The Incredibles... you name it. The next thing I know, I woke up in a world where they all exist and I'm not just anyone. I'm Dexter the genius boy inventor himself. Except now I'm 14, with his memories in my head, my own mind still intact, and a secret lab under my feet. The world was a mashup of everything from my childhood. Heroes, villains, freak accidents, alien invasions, super-siblings, secret agents and robot boxing leagues. And somehow... I have to survive it. Oh and did I mention Dee Dee is still the most unpredictable variable of all? _______ This is not a translation. _______ Crossover Worlds Dexter's Laboratory The Incredibles Megamind Phineas and Ferb The Loud House Jimmy Neutron Codename: Kids Next Door Kick Buttowski Johnny Test Danny Phantom Johnny Bravo Ben 10 The Powerpuff Girls Marvel Universe Monsters vs. Aliens American Dragon: Jake Long Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Kim Possible ParaNorman Jackie Chan Adventures Lilo & Stitch Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja Scooby-Doo The Secret Saturdays Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Max Steel