A post apocalyptic world where Grimm have become the Number 1 Dominant species of the world.It leaves little to few human settlements alive.But even so humanity found a new way to survive.A large City that might as well be a state lives Remnant.A city built in the ways of old it's protected by a barrier called,"The Cloaking Wall" which hides them from the Grimm in plain sight.The city is controlled by 4 Syndicates.The STARQ's who can get information on almost anyone,The Schnee Manor who's the most powerful,The Whitefang who are as ruthless as the Grimm that took over the world,and finally The Coven who have a Death Grip over the Hospitals and almost all Medical Facilities.

When four teens get sucked into a world of frogs they will go on crazy adventures and find feelings as well

Everything comes to life with a purpose. Some exist to do good. Some exist to do the opposite. Existence of a being is the very result of free will. And those with free will can hold free will against the vulnerable. The strong, eradicated the weak. That was how the empire came to be. Only the strong rule. The weak perish. Because of this, results come. ---- A boy bred to conquer. Bred to dominate. Bred to manipulate. Bred to kill. Wired in the very depths of his mind, across billions of neurons, the key element of his very existence was to kill. Kill and assist the empire that brought him to life. Kill and overpower every existing "being" that opposes a threat to the empire. And kill and assist those that are the "strongest." Befriend if have to. Betray if have to. Breed if have to. All for the glory of the empire. <><><><><><><><><> "Yo, Megumi." "What?" "Did you watch the news? " "What of it?" "The American government released news of a...thing that pierced through the atmosphere, and they're not so sure what it is!" "What of it?" "It could be aliens." "Aliens? Are you seriously believing in that crap, Yuji?" "It's a possibility, though!" "Another possibility is that one of their spaceships up there in space failed to function properly and decided to crash back into the crust of the earth." "You're so negative!" "It's the truth. Those journalists are probably faking up that stuff to spread misconceptions, stir up a ruckus, and earn wads. Apparently, you fell for it." "That's not nice at all! Are you calling me gullible?" "Your brain cells served you right."

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"..." "...He beats them to a bloody pulp--do you think those are the actions of a hero!?" "..." "He's a dog with a broken chain. Someone's gonna have to put him back in his cage." "..." "It's his third year already and not a sanction has been struck upon him, not even expulsion? How preposterous." "..." "I've been a hero for nearly my whole life...and all I can say is that his actions do not merit that of a hero. ᴴᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ."

A decade ago, the doors of Playtime Co. were closed for good, and every employee inside vanished. As the only one who walked away that day, you've spent ten years thinking of what went wrong. And now, you finally have an incentive to go back; a chance to find the lost and rectify the catastrophic errors of the past. To fix their mistakes. To do what should've been done. The factory you once worked at is no longer a place of joy; it's a tomb, a slaughterhouse. They built nightmares in those halls, but they forgot one thing: humans tend to be the most monstrous of all. And the one thing more dangerous than the creatures living inside is the butcher coming home to bury them. (Art by @Amberluvsbugs on Twitter)

ERROR

Zero. Being the idiot that he can be sometimes, tried to find his way back to the universe where his Master in the fourth Murder Death Kill, Belfast, was in. But he not only managed to SOMEHOW leave the Nasuverse entirely, he ended up wandering into a Multiverse in which an apocalyptic force known as "The Honkai" have overrun Earth. He has a battle with a mysterious Extradimensional Being, and ends up destroying the entire Multiverse. Realising his mistake he ends up recreating that Multiverse and is drawn to one universe in particular via the narrative stream... Since he was now there, he thought. Why the fuck not?

This is the story of an Author who wanted to have fun with his own character, taking a break from doing male reader/OC stories. I will be going to any universe I want, doing whatever I feel like doing, adding however many girls to the harem as I please because I Simp for a lot of Waifu's, wanna join me on this adventure? Feel free lads. If you don't want to? Then just fuck off quietly yeah?

This is a story about a game called "Goddess of Victory: NIKKE" highly recommend it. Tried it, and now it's my favourite game. So, I shall be hopping into it! The setting is as follows: *Ehem* post apocalyptic world, women turned into cyborgs, a single Commander tasked with saving humanity. It has everything you could ever hope to expect from such a story- Eeexcept. This one Commander, the one who's supposed to be the upstanding citizen who does no wrong, the infallible hero who snatches victory from the jaws of defeat?... He's really just a shit talking bastard named Zero... Ah and speaking of shits... He has absolutely none to give really... Aaand yet despite that all, he seems to be the only one that's been able to make any sort of headway against the enemy that's been fought for over a dam century. Gee. I wonder why? Perhaps it's because of the fact that he doesn't give a shit about anything that allows him to disregard all the social and political fluff of this world and... just treat his team like people. Now ain't that some shit?