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A girl who has suffered a great loss. Through the harsh snow, she was discovered with no recollection of her past. All she could remember is what it takes to be a kunoichi and how. She's great at it too; she knew only how to fight. All she's ever felt was pain and confusion. A loner. A mute. That's what people thought of her. What'll she do when a door finally opens, with people who want to help her. With many unanswered questions, how will she get by? Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any images, videos or anything else that I do not personally claim such as original characters or the storyline! Please don't yell at me! I'm very sensitive.... Warning: Very vulgar language will be presented. Read on but don't say I didn't warn you. Highest Rank: #1 in blankslate

When, platonic WORDS expressive Words, fail to reveal intentions.. Mask people, hide expressions.. When angry we are at the words of some other, wondering how some bits of letters together could hold so much power; Or, why we feel helpless, desperate and bare. it was the realisation that ..only words could heal words, to make things better ...."like steel cuts steel" but alas the paths wavered some words favored our life slavered. *******†***********†**********†***********

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A short fic based on the Twitch live-streamed LARP, Blank Slate, which was created by Ryan Omega. It takes place after the events of season 2 in an alternate universe where everything returned to normal after Prince Maximillian was returned. It's Catervina's birthday and the empire has decided to throw her a huge ball, but she is preoccupied by her memories and can't seem to get any fun out of the party. Will anyone be able to help? Did Catervina make the right choice in coming back to life? Will Gunther be reunited with the green stuff? Will Balthazar loosen up for once? This story isn't meant to be too serious, just a short piece I thought up and worked on during the season hiatus.

tabula rasa, meaning "blank slate." all information included inside.

Before there was the Omnic Crisis... Before there was Overwatch and their fall... Humanity had once a servant race known as Replicants, genetically modified and artificially breed clones that served to do what they do best for humanity, either as soldiers or as slaves for their war and are pretty much described as 'cheap, mass produced, impeccably competent, intelligent and versatile' in however they were made and literally born to do. But the recent discovery in the controversy of their creations has rendered them banned from service with the much more legal worthy Omnics being much more reliable and efficient in comparison to the far more inferior and short-lived Replicants which, unfortunately, one should know where it is going towards. From then on, the Replicants are supposedly described as extinct but in reality, there some pockets of them that actually exist and of course, living amongst society with no one having no idea that in a world full of robots, giant robots and a lot of other oddities, people who basically have the same faces are not what anyone can know, thought. And one of them is nothing more than a blank slate amongst the conflict of the world, will no idea on who he is, what he is, can barely know how to actually act like a normal person yet a skilled and capable soldier in the battlefield, Tavares, designated as Replicant Soldier-1313, is an amnesiac Replicant who wakes up in a facility, fought his way through numerous soldiers that are coming to him and finally, gets hired to become a mysterious organisation's personal hitman of sort. What is Tavares' role in the world where he has no idea of it? Find out on how a blank slate can be in the world of Overwatch. Inspired by JustyTurner's Overwatch X male reader: A fugitive solder but a hero in heart... CrossPosted to my FanFiction.Net account, TheEschaton...

Hoping for something to be written , Some Spaces rewritten.... The past wiped clean, Something better it could mean And.....although blank it is... Empty the slate still lives.....

Sometimes my pen will not write any words, no matter how hard I try, but I can still tell you a story. Afterward, you don't need to pronounce one syllable, because I know already what your thinking. And I concur...

Just like any other pages, you will always begin with a blank page.

Coco finds herself in a blank world with no one in sight. Only a white-washed open plane. A field of nothing. What will she create? What friends will she make or find along the way? Find out when you read, "A Blank World."