Истории Penguinlogistics

The story of Ryze, a custom character. This story isn't actual lore and it's fan made

[An Arknights Fanfiction] Nature. The essence of life that literally any humans depeds to. Nature can be defined by things like, trees, forest, environtment and etc. Animals needs nature to survive too. They live in a habitat that's also can be called as nature. I'm not to teach you some ecosystem here. Instead, I'm gonna tell you something different. Having some odd abilities will not lead you to anything odd too. Or is it? Well, Having animals understands you in anyway doesn't lead you to being transported to another world, right? ... Right?

Reincarnated in the world of Arknights as BladeWolf. Y/N now known as BladeWolf must survive and find a way to regain the freedom of this chaotic world he now lives in.

The Continental Hotel, an Oasis of Calm and Civility of Terra's Underworld A John Wick x Arknights Story by Shirayuki_343 All rights and references of the original stories and themes do not belong to me and they belongs to each their respective owners.

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!!

{GOOD SOLDIERS FOLLOW ORDERS; GREAT WARRIORS FOLLOW THEIR HEART} Left for dead in the desert with a headshot, Nathan, a courier with a shattered past, finds himself at a crossroads. His colleagues from Penguin Logistics are relieved he is okay, but he can't remember them. Only fleeting glimpses of their blurry faces rests in the back of his head. Doubts arise about his ability to continue working for the company after a fight with Luke left it in shambles. The loss of his blood brother devastated him more than the wounds he inflicted on him. When faced with the dreadful implications that the result of their fight has rendered Penguin Logistics inoperable, and close to bankruptcy, determined to make amends, Nathan sets out on a mission to salvage his reputation and save his company. With loyal friends by his side, he returns to the political battleground of New Vegas, where Mr. House has promised them a hefty sum to repair the damages. As Nathan navigates the treacherous world of Vegas politics, he must confront his own forgotten past and the consequences of his actions. The stakes are high as he races against time to uncover the truth, restore his memory, and make things right. Will Nathan succeed in rebuilding his life from the ruins, or will his past mistakes catch up with him, jeopardizing everything he holds dear? And as he trudges through the land of the old world, tainted by the flames of war and conflict of interests, the last words he heard from his brother echo throughout his damaged mind. "A Man Chooses, a slave obeys." He has gone through so much trials and tribulations in the past which he has forgotten at last, suffered through many conflicts and faced incomprehensible horrors, and yet... Perhaps this would be his most complex adventure yet. What faction shall they fight for when they stand before an old world relic? Which symbol deserves to rule over Eden? Or will he choose his own company, and work only for the benefit of those he hold dear?

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)