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Strife: A Red vs Blue Fan Fiction

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"Audio log number... what number is this? It could be ten, it could be one hundred. But does it matter? I don't think so.

So much has happened in my life. So much. I know that has been said countless times, and it's becoming a bit cliche, but it's true.

First the attack on Armistice, then the training to become an ODST, then getting drafted into Project Freelancer. What happens next? Does anything happen?

The Freelancers here at the Project aren't really a team. Some are, but others... They are more concerned about the leader board, what place they hold. Some more than others.

I feel something coming. I don't know what it is, but... I know it's bad. It's just that feeling that everyone gets when something's going to happen. It's impossible to put down in words, but you know it's there.

I just want to know what it is,"All Rights Reserved

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of course we'll be okay by pushable

My memories are gone. Civilization is wiped and the future is bleak. The zombies are here. But it's not all that bad. It's a little selfish to think like this, I know, but I can't seem to have it any other way. My name isn't a big deal. As for the memories, well, I've made better ones, with people I really care about, and who I really hope care about me, too. And how can you expect me to care about a civilization I don't even remember, or a future I've never imagined? Okay, now that was selfish. --- No matter how terrible things may seem, I always end up reminiscing. Nostalgic for the days when I lived so freely, when my only care was if I would come home alive. When I was swarmed by people who really, really cared about me. When the two of us were stuck to each other, inseparable, through hell and back. If I could make one wish, it wouldn't be to change the past, but to have never experienced it at all. --- find me on ao3 (pushable) or tumblr (ppushable) moodboard on the cover by @firefly--bright on tumblr !!!

Release Me by anna_rose01

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

SUMMER HEARTS // Quackity X Reader by Lillianna1125

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

Old Guard by ZunotheSolowing

Day 1 Fifty constructs deployed with a singular Human to hold a trench outside the city against the Punishing Virus. We bravely marched towards our hell with a oblivious smile on our faces while the people cheered us on. Constructs remaining: 50 Day 4 We didn't get any sleep all day. But we're still holding strong as we know the people in the city believe in us as their hope and that's enough for us. I'm hoping we can all get through this together. Day 5 The city was attacked from the West and we had to hastily move through the city and do our best to reduce casualties as we won't be getting reinforcements due to other ongoing operations within the region. My men are shook because it's the first time seeing such horrors up close. We had one of our own attack us and was put down quickly by our captain. Constructs remaining: 49 Day 73 It's insane that I'm still writing. The front of the city is all mud and ash with the creatures from the Punishing Virus wandering the front. We're out of ammunition and supplies with 21 wounded, 14 severely wounded. 15 infected resulting in execution including my captain... who ended up serving as distraction to save a wounded construct who ended up being infected and joined the 14 that suffered the same fate Contructs Remaining: 35 D̶a̶y̶ 1̶0̶0̶ We no longer are receiving transmission from the place we call paradise after evacuating the city painstakingly. The call for evacuation has came for the city... Paradise sounds sickening but we must push on. Constructs remaining: 0 Commandant this is Schnider. It was an honor serving with you.

Don't Forget (Old Version) by CatOppp

I didn't remember anything when I was captured. I was taken and forced into slavery. Slavery that started at the end of a war, the fall of a kingdom. The royal family butchered. The kindest thing that I can remember was when my fellow slave named me after my eyes. But who am I? Who was I before losing my memory and becoming a slave? And if I dare to stand against the new empire, what will be the consequences? And what happens when I go insane? When I'm forced to kill under the influence of insanity? My memories keep changing. What if I decide that being the bad guy is more fun? Or will I find my way back to the life I once had? Back to the people I once knew. But I'm not who they need me to be. The overwhelming guilt that I feel is thankfully locked away, but it can't be that way forever. So will I try to be a hero? Try to be the person that they all need? And maybe, just maybe, save them all. (Team Crafted and others) Started: January 2018 Finished: October 2018 This story was written and published on Watttpad ONLY

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Minecraft Hardcore by FabulousNakysha

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of course we'll be okay

My memories are gone. Civilization is wiped and the future is bleak. The zombies are here. But it's not all that bad. It's a little selfish to think like this, I know, but I can't seem to have it any other way. My name isn't a big deal. As for the memories, well, I've made better ones, with people I really care about, and who I really hope care about me, too. And how can you expect me to care about a civilization I don't even remember, or a future I've never imagined? Okay, now that was selfish. --- No matter how terrible things may seem, I always end up reminiscing. Nostalgic for the days when I lived so freely, when my only care was if I would come home alive. When I was swarmed by people who really, really cared about me. When the two of us were stuck to each other, inseparable, through hell and back. If I could make one wish, it wouldn't be to change the past, but to have never experienced it at all. --- find me on ao3 (pushable) or tumblr (ppushable) moodboard on the cover by @firefly--bright on tumblr !!!