Obliteration Stories

sometimes you just gotta write...

Earth has been repopulated with humans and the necromorphs have returned once more to farm all life from the planet itself. Yet the Necromorph intelligence takes another form other then just Brethren moons...

i missed you (i still do really), but it's time to move on i suppose. _- this is _--_ it _-__ (isn't t?) _- ___-_ the end _--__ of --__ an _- era. __-_

For lovers of both MCR's 'killljoy-verse' and the Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. A lone killjoy escapes BL/ind's HQ with none other than Marvin the Paranoid Android, a BL/ind experiment gone wrong...

Roax only knew how to fight, in combat, and life. She's fighting for and against everything. After the war her world was turned against her and slowly crumbled into a full-on warzone everywhere. So she toke up a cause, to save and be the salvation against those that wanted to stay in the time of the past and not move forward. But in this Territorially country someone's always backstabbing till slowly your all alone. Will Roax figure it all out before its the denotation and everything's Obliterated..? Tune in, and found out!

My philosphy on death and the end

"You will be married by the end of the week. Arrangements have already been made." Azula is a 19 year old werewolf. After the Obliteration, in a time when mates are no longer a reality, most marriages are arranged, so she's not surprised. Being the daughter of Edgar McVoughn, one of the strongest alphas left, she was bound to be betrothed sooner or later. What she doesn't expect, is her husband and the tangled world of lies and treachery she's pulled into. While trying to figure out what is true and what is not, Azula finds the true meaning of the quote on her mirror and what it is to live after Obliteration.