Hunting the Giants

Hunting the Giants

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(Undergoing a major rewrite,) Life has certainly given those who take risks like these, the necessary battle scars. I didn't ask for this. But I knew what I was signing up for. I finger a gash on my mask, where the light alloy was cut through. Was I prepared? I never knew what would happen. Of anything. Back then I had done it with such little fear. Desperation is the mother of all bad decisions.... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Self-forgiveness is a hard thing. In a time where superheros and vigilantés are hunted instead of criminals and the corrupt by the goverment, bountyhunters brave enough to take on the super- and incredible beings rise. Pacifia joins their ranks in an effort not to starve and to get away from her invisible past , where she is almost always helpless and only noticed for the wrong reasons. But after she gets to know one of her targets, she realises that having a thick skin is not the same as self-forgiveness. Cover by blush112.
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Life is hard, isn't it? This fact is something that people never get tired of talking about. Discovering ourselves is something we take our whole lives to completely do. In the end, the goal is always to be happy, despite all the hard stuff, as this wonderful and strong person we've been working so hard to become. We walk through our lives every day, every day, trying and trying and trying to not trip and fall onto the hard rocks we tread on, making our way slowly but surely to the place where we can finally be the people we want to be. What if you were tired of trying, tired of walking, and you decided one day that you were going to be flying through it all, above all the rocks?

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